Misadventures in a Threesome

by Elizabeth Hayley

  Grasping her mom’s shoulder, Jaz turned her so she was facing the mirror. Jaz rested her chin on her mom’s shoulder and let her hands wrap around her biceps. “Open your eyes.”

  Her mom did and let out a soft gasp as she took in her reflection. She smiled warmly. “Thank you, Jasmine.”

  “You’re welcome, Mom.”

  Jaz moved to pull away, but her mom reached up and rested a hand on Jaz’s. “When this is all done, you and I are going to have a long talk about what’s wrong.”

  Staring at one another in the mirror, Jaz was reminded that despite her mother’s crazy preoccupation with fairy tales, she wasn’t so caught up in it that she ignored reality. And Anna Mathers-soon-to-be-Busch could read her daughters as if she were a Grimm brother. So Jaz didn’t try to play off that she was fine. She simply nodded at her mom before moving away.

  “My money is on boy trouble,” Ariel said.

  Isabella cupped her own chin as she stared at Jaz. “I dunno. Jasmine doesn’t usually get like this with boys. Maybe she’s having a midlife crisis.”

  Rolling her eyes, Jasmine scoffed. “I’m twenty-five.”

  Ariel leaned toward Isabella and stage-whispered, “See how she contradicted your explanation but not mine.”

  “You’re both morons,” Jaz sniped before beginning to pick up things around the room in order to appear nonchalant. If their worried looks were anything to go by, Jaz was failing miserably, but they didn’t say anything else, so she considered that a win. Truth was, even the thought of Wild and Mad was enough to make her eyes sting. Talking about them with her mom and sisters would make her lose it, and Jaz refused to make today about her.

  She was glad she hadn’t told her sisters about the guys. She’d wanted to make sure it was going somewhere before she told them she was in a polyamorous relationship. And just when Jaz had thought they’d gotten to that point, just when she’d convinced her mom to let her bring both Mad and Wild, it all went to hell. Luckily, it seemed her mom had kept her word and hadn’t told Isabella and Ariel about Jaz’s unconventional relationship. Jaz had told her mom that she wanted to be the one to explain it to them, but now there was clearly no need to.

  “Oh good, Brice is here,” Isabella gushed as she looked out the window. “Mm, he looks damn good in that suit.” Brice was the guy Isabella had been dating for the past few months and was completely besotted with.

  Ariel rushed over and looked down at the guests accumulating on the lawn. “Perry is with him,” she said, pointing out her own boyfriend.

  A dull ache formed in Jaz’s chest as her sisters talked about how good their boyfriends looked. Wild and Mad would put both of them to shame. It was a petty thought, but it still made Jaz sad that she wouldn’t get to show off her two gorgeous men. Busying herself by refolding all of their clothes, Jaz tried to keep her breathing even and her sadness at bay.

  “Whoa, who are they?” Ariel asked.

  “I don’t know,” Isabella replied. “Mom, does Jethro have two hot relatives you never told us about?”

  “Not that I know of,” her mom said as she joined them at the window. “No, I have no idea who they are.”

  Jaz’s heart stuttered in her chest. Hope rumbled up within her, even though she tried to quash it. No way would it be them. Would it? Jaz tried to steady herself as she made her way to the window and looked down. A gasp flew out of her mouth as she let her gaze take in the two men on the lawn.

  Her sisters and mom turned to her, but Jaz ran out of the room before any of them could get a word out. She flew down the stairs and practically ran to the backyard. Her heels clacked against the stone walkway, and she forced herself to slow down before she reached them.

  Wild saw her first, elbowing Mad and motioning in her direction. They both turned toward her, Mad in a navy suit and Wild in a charcoal-gray one. Both were cut to perfection, hugging the bulky and muscular frame of Mad and highlighting the slimmer yet still powerful build of Wild. They were the most handsome things she’d ever seen.

  She came to a stop in front of them, unsure what to say.

  “Wow. You look beautiful,” Wild said.

  “Absolutely stunning,” Mad added.

  “Thanks.” Jaz was pretty sure she blushed as she tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “You two look amazing. You should wear suits more often.”

  Both men smiled at her words, but no one said anything else. Unable to take the silence, Jaz said, “What are you doing here?” The words came out hushed, and part of Jaz wished she could be stronger—angrier. But seeing them, knowing they’d come after all, made her feel all warm inside, even though she tried to hide it.

  Mad and Wild exchanged a glance before looking back at her. Mad cleared his throat before he said, “We wanted to be here for you.”

  Swallowing thickly, Jaz fought to keep her voice steady. “You didn’t have to do that. I mean, I appreciate it, but I have family here.” Jaz shrugged, unsure what the hell she was even trying to say. It made her feel good to know they cared enough to not want her to be alone, but that wasn’t the context she wanted them here in, and it left her feeling worse than it did when they weren’t here at all. “The ceremony will be starting soon. I need to go back, but I’ll see you after the ceremony, okay?” She started to turn away, needing to get the hell out of there before she lost it.

  “Jaz.” Wild’s voice stopped her, causing her to look back at them. “We didn’t want to just be here for you,” he added. “We wanted to be here with you. As your dates. If that’s still something you want.”

  At his words, sensation filled Jaz from every angle. A tear slipped from her eye, and she felt it slide down her cheek. A voice in her head told her not to make it easy on them. To tell them she needed time to reflect on whether or not it was really what she still wanted. They’d hurt her, both of them. They’d stood across from her and made her question everything they’d shared. Made her question her judgment and maturity.

  But…for what? Everything she wanted was standing in front of her looking as vulnerable as she’d ever seen them. Maybe it was impetuous or naïve, but what-fucking-ever. Maybe Jaz’s mom had more of an impact on her than she’d ever given the woman credit for. Because she was pretty sure her princes were standing in front of her, and Jaz would be damned if she was going to stand in the way of her own fairy tale. “You’re sure?” she asked, because she needed them to be certain.

  Both of them smiled, and the way they looked at her—like she was everything they’d ever wanted—was almost enough to make her melt on the spot. “Yeah,” Mad said. “We’re absolutely sure.”

  Unable to hold back a single second more, she threw herself between them, throwing an arm around each of them. They each wrapped an arm around her, and it was probably the most bizarre hug anyone had ever seen, with Jaz clinging to two giants as both of them buried their faces in either side of her neck and held her tightly. But none of them seemed to be the least bit bothered by the fact that they were embracing in a large crowd of people. She let herself be swept away by all the feelings she had for these two complicated, stubborn men.

  Jaz had never been part of anything more perfect.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Waiting for the wedding to end was fucking torture. Mad put on a smile and did his best to be personable, but he was starting to fail at both. Once the ceremony was over, Jaz introduced Wild and him to her mom. She fumbled a little when it came to saying who they were to her, but Wild was quick to supply the words.

  “We’re her boyfriends,” he said as he extended his hand toward Anna.

  To her credit, Jaz’s mom seemed to have taken her advance notice to heart and rolled with the news as well as could be expected, shaking both of their hands and telling Jaz they clearly had some more talking to do, before the photographer saved them all from more awkwardness. Anna and her new husband left to pose with the cake, but they were almost instantly replaced by Jaz’s sisters, who demonstrated less restraint.


  “Both of them?” the older one, Isabella, asked. “Wow, you sure have become an overachiever, Jasmine.”

  “How does that even work?” Ariel asked.

  “And on that note…” Jaz said as she ushered Mad and Wild away from the girls.

  It had been a nice wedding, and under different circumstances, Mad would’ve probably enjoyed himself. But the fear of almost losing Jaz was still a persistent buzz under his skin, and only getting her alone would put it to rest.

  Mad and Wild were standing in a corner of the large tent that had been set up for the reception when Jaz found them after returning from being called away to help her mother. “So…where are you guys staying?” she asked.

  “A hotel near the airport.”

  “Hmm,” she said. “I think it’s time you showed it to me.”

  Wild and Mad looked at one another for a second before bursting into action, setting their drinks down on a nearby table and rushing to retrieve their jackets. Mad could hear Jaz laughing from behind them, but he didn’t care in the least. In that moment, all he cared about was how quickly they could make it to the hotel.

  “Anything you need to grab?” Wild asked.

  “Nope. I have my bag ready to go by the front door already.”

  “You’re an angel,” he said.

  They said goodbyes to Jaz’s family before ushering Jaz toward the rental they’d gotten at the airport. “I’ll drive,” Mad said, opening the driver’s door before anyone could argue. “Wild, get in the back with her.”

  Wild looked at him quizzically for a second before a knowing smirk spread out over his face. Jaz smiled too, and Mad was glad they both seemed to know where his mind was.

  He climbed in and turned the car on as Wild and Jaz got settled in the back. Once Mad got them on the road, he glanced in the rearview and said, “We missed you.”

  “So fucking much,” Wild added.

  “I missed you guys too.”

  Mad was glad to hear it, but words weren’t enough. He had to show her too. “I’m going to get us back to the hotel, and together we’re going to show you how much you mean to us.”

  Mad saw Wild’s eyes shoot to his in the rearview. They hadn’t talked about how they were going to handle spending time with Jaz once they reunited, but Mad was suddenly sure of how it needed to be. There would be time for them to each have alone time and reassert their individual relationships later. Right now, they all needed the reminder that they were all in this together.

  “But I’m an impatient motherfucker and don’t want to wait,” Mad continued. “So Wild’s going to turn on the light back there and get started on telling you what we should’ve told you a long time ago.”

  “And what’s that?” Jaz’s voice was low and raspy. His girl was good and turned on.

  Mad glanced up again and saw Wild cup Jaz’s face. “That you’re…everything.” And with those words, his lips descended on hers. Mad would’ve been jealous that Wild got to touch her if watching wasn’t turning his crank as hard as it was.

  Jaz groaned into the kiss and slid one of her hands up his chest until she reached his neck, and then moved her hand behind him and tangled her fingers in his hair.

  Mad forced his eyes back on the road, but he couldn’t help but sneak glances into the back seat as often as he could. He caught a glimpse of Wild’s hands roughly kneading Jaz’s breasts over her dress. Watched Wild trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “Let me see what she has on under her dress,” Mad said, his voice hoarse.

  Wild smirked at the rearview mirror before pulling the delicate fabric of Jaz’s dress up so it pooled around her waist. She had on what amounted to little more than a scrap of pale pink material. Wild ran his fingertips along the fabric and looked to Mad.

  “Make her feel as good as she makes us feel,” Mad ordered.

  Wild didn’t waste any time, sliding the thong to the side and rubbing his index finger over her clit.

  Jaz immediately tensed at the sensation, reaching her hand out and gripping Wild’s forearm, not to stop him but seemingly more to brace herself.

  Wild brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them before returning them to toy with her clit again. Jaz was writhing under his ministrations.

  “Get her close, but don’t let her come.” Mad wanted her to fall apart with both of their hands on her. And both of their cocks in her if she was game for that.

  Mad concentrated on the road, set on getting them to the hotel as fast as fucking possible. He knew Wild was finger-fucking Jaz, because the keening sound she’d made when he’d entered her had made Mad look in the mirror, but otherwise he’d kept his eyes on the road.

  It didn’t take them long to arrive at their hotel, and Mad was fucking grateful. He sped into the parking lot and pulled into a spot so quickly his tires squealed. He turned in his seat and looked at Jaz, who was panting as Wild lavished attention on her pussy. “We’re here,” Mad said since they seemingly hadn’t noticed.

  Jaz’s eyes opened and connected with Mad’s.

  “Can you walk?” he asked her.

  She nodded slowly, almost as if she was drunk.

  “I think you should be asking me that question,” Wild muttered as he adjusted himself.

  “Suck it up, buttercup. We have hours of groveling ahead of us.”

  Jaz’s eyes widened. “Hours?”

  Mad smirked. “Hours. Maybe even days.” And if they were lucky, maybe they’d even have a lifetime.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  The three of them stood stock-still in the elevator, as if the slightest movement would break their restraint and make them pounce. And the last thing this night needed was getting arrested for fucking in an elevator. Wild watched the numbers change above the doors as they passed each floor. Jesus, did Mad get a room on the top fucking floor?

  Finally, they arrived and exited with the decorum of bank robbers trying to play it cool. When they got to their room, Mad slipped the keycard into the lock, opened the door, and headed inside. Wild was the last one to enter, and he pushed the door shut with a force that was unnecessary but seemed pivotal in this moment. The banging of the door broke the levees between them, and Mad pushed Jaz back into Wild as Mad attacked her mouth.

  Wild ran his hands all over her and nipped at her neck as she kissed Maddox with fervor. It reminded Wild of the night in the club all those weeks ago. But tonight was about so much more than a shared drunken kiss. Tonight was a claiming.

  Wild slowly started moving, guiding Mad and Jaz toward the bed. Feeling Jaz step out of her shoes, Wild decided to get on board the get-Jaz-naked train. He slipped his hands under the strings of her dress and dragged them off her shoulders, causing her gown to fall to the floor. He unhooked her strapless bra next, which also fluttered to the floor as they walked. Wild was just about to reach down to remove her thong, but Mad got there first, taking the bit of fabric in his hands and ripping it from her body. “Show-off,” Wild grumbled.

  Mad only hummed in reply, but he turned Jaz so that she was facing Wild. Wild took over kissing her. He registered Mad stripping in his peripheral vision, so Wild took his hands off Jaz so he could begin to do the same.

  She got in on the action, unbuttoning his shirt before it evidently got too tedious and she tore it open, causing buttons to clatter to the floor.

  “Hmm, somebody’s been lifting,” Wild joked.

  “I have. You guys are a terrible influence,” she teased before reconnecting their mouths.

  Wild felt Jaz press farther into him and opened his eyes to see that Mad was at her back. Jaz reached a hand back and wrapped it around the nape of Mad’s neck, pulling him closer so he could suck on her neck. Mad moved as if he was rubbing his cock along the crease of Jaz’s ass, and the way Jaz was moaning let Wild know that was exactly what he was doing. Wild undid his belt and pushed his pants and briefs off, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of the last of his clothes.

  They were all writhing together, both men rubbing
their bodies against Jaz. But suddenly, Mad stopped and took hold of Jaz’s chin and turned her head slightly. “Are you okay with this?”

  Wild knew what he was asking. They’d all been present during intimate moments before, but this was the first time they’d all be actively participating. Wild held his breath as he waited for Jaz to answer. When she nodded, Wild exhaled heavily.

  “I need your words, Jaz,” Mad said, and Wild was thankful at least one of them was responsible, even if he wanted to punch Mad in the face for stopping them.

  “Yes. I want this. Both of you,” she replied.

  “How do you want us?” Mad asked.

  “I want one of you to fuck my pussy while the other fucks my mouth.”

  Wild saw a shiver work through Mad at her words, but he simply nodded to her. He then looked at Wild expectantly. “Me too,” Wild said. “It has to be the three of us.” It wouldn’t always be. It wouldn’t even typically be. As much as Wild got off on watching Mad and Jaz together—and knew that Mad felt the same—the relationships would always ultimately be separate. But tonight, and maybe special occasions in the future, the three of them together was necessary. They needed to reforge the bond they’d almost broken. And it would take all three of them to make it strong again.

  Satisfied, Mad stepped back and reached down to grab his wallet. He extracted a condom and handed it to Wild before climbing on the bed so that he was kneeling by the headboard. Wild and Jaz didn’t need any further instructions. Jaz got on all fours and took Mad’s hard cock into her mouth, moaning around it like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Wild suited up and then got behind her, running his hands over her ass for a second before lining up and pushing into her in one long thrust.