I closed the door behind him and sank to the floor. The last week made me intensely aware of how empty my house was.
Fortunately, friends were just a message away. I sent Sadie and Lyn a text, letting them know I was back and that we should hang out tomorrow. Celebrate my not-quite-yet promotion. They understood when I said I needed tonight for self-care.
I showered without having to work around anyone else’s schedule. That was nice. I yanked on my most comfy T-shirt and PJ bottoms, without worrying about who might see me in them. And I pulled my damp hair back from my face in a terrycloth headband.
None of the motions distracted me from missing Luke and Chase. My actions didn’t convince me I was making the right decision by pushing them away. I could call, and they’d probably make time for me. Both of them.
Why was I fighting this?
What if I’m wrong? What if people get hurt? What if I get hurt?
But what if I was right? What if being with them was right? What if the last couple of days were a glimpse of how incredible things could be, despite setbacks? Didn’t it count for something that I loved them?
Love. My own admission caught me off guard. It was true, though.
My phone buzzed from its spot on the table next to the door, startling me. The text from Sadie said knock knock.
A heartbeat later, someone knocked, giving me my second heart attack in so many seconds. It would be Sadie and probably Lyn. So much for self-care. Not that I minded the company.
I opened the door, to find Chase and Luke on the other side. Hello, Heart Attack Number Three. Especially with the way they both looked me over.
Chase held up a plastic bag with steam condensing on the inside. “Dinner? You got Sadie’s message, I assume?” His gaze had stalled on my chest. So he was behind the knock knock text.
“You’re going to bribe me with food, so you can stare at my boobs?” I asked playfully.
“Food... Money... Promises of amazing orgasms...”
Luke shook his head and tugged on my hair. “I like this look on you.”
“You like any look on her,” Chase said.
“Truth.”
I stepped aside to let them in. “Explain?” I meant to say, to what do I owe this unexpected but wonderful visit, but my brain and mouth were out of sync.
“We figured, if you were planning on staring blankly at the TV tonight, and we were planning on staring blankly at the TV tonight, we could do it together.” Luke made everything sound so reasonable.
“At my house.” Duh, me.
Chase grinned. “You’re the one with the amazing theater room.”
“Which you talked me into.” Why was I arguing? I was elated they were here. It was perfect.
“Not that you needed a lot of convincing,” Chase said.
Luke grabbed the takeout bag from him. “And we brought dinner.”
“Which we covered already.” I set the food on the table next to my phone. “That’s it? We’re here to watch TV?” I’d be okay with that, but given how much I wanted me-time an hour ago, I wanted all the us-time I could have. How had I convinced myself, even for a day or two, that I’d be okay, ignoring the connection I felt with them?
“We’re also here to win you over properly this time.” Chase grasped my fingers and stroked his thumb over the back of my knuckles. “By telling you up front that we’ve talked about this, and you don’t have to choose, but we’re hoping you will and it will be both of us.”
My heart skipped, and I let out a soft laugh. “So win me over.”
Luke rested his finger under my chin and tilted my face toward him. He brushed his lips over mine in a touch so feather light, he took my breath with him when he pulled back to hold my gaze. “I love you. I don’t know long I’ve felt this way. Is it cheesy to say, since the first time I talked to you? I think it’s true. I want you in my life. By my side. We make an incredible team. And an even better threesome. Especially when you’re caught between us, holes filled, moaning in ecstasy until your voice is gone.”
Heat flooded my face.
Chase saved me from having to think of a response, by moving behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He nibbled my ear. “I can tell you exactly how long I’ve loved you. My fifteenth birthday, when you wore that gorgeous sundress to try to get what’s-his-name’s attention. George? Bob? Dickhead?”
“You’ve been holding out on me for more than ten years?” I didn’t know if I should lean back or forward. Luke had a point—me, pinned between the two of them, was pretty perfect.
“I know now that I’ve been in love for a long time. Back then, I just knew you gave me awkward boners and I couldn’t stop daydreaming about you.”
“Hmm... yeah. That’s true love.” Despite my sarcasm, I struggled not to laugh. “This is how you win me over?” It was working. I was hooked on both of them.
Luke jerked a thumb at the food. “Did we mention dinner?”
“And there’s the whole confessions of love thing,” Chase added.
I couldn’t hold the poker face any longer. “I love you both too. I can’t shove that aside or pretend it doesn’t exist. It takes too much effort, and I’ll miss out on too much.”
“Exactly.” Luke pressed his mouth to mine softly at first, then deepened the kiss into something demanding.
I draped my arms around his neck, drawing my nails up his skin, and sinking into everything.
Chase trailed his lips along the top of my back, to my shoulder, nudging one of my top’s straps aside. “Food’s going to get cold.” He didn’t sound concerned.
“Fuck the food.” I managed between Luke’s devouring my composure via my lips.
Luke bit my bottom lip. “I’d rather fuck you.”
"That’s good, actually. I don’t want to walk into the kitchen, to find you with your dick in a box of Pad Thai." It’d be funny... but also disconcerting.
“Unless that’s your kink.” Chase glided his hands under my top, to rest his palms on my stomach.
Luke’s chuckle was muffled. “If it’s got more spice in it than the cinnamon in apple pie, I’m not sticking my dick in it.”
“I’m spicy.” They made me feel like I was, the way my skin lit up every time they were around.
Luke kissed the tip of my nose. “You’re scorching. But more like peach pie.”
There it was again. I pulled away to look him in the eye, without breaking the connection to either man. “What is it with peaches? Is that a guy thing?”
“It’s an us thing,” Chase said.
Luke almost looked apologetic. Almost. “One of the things we talked about, regarding you—what your pussy would taste like.”
Should it sting, to be reminded of what they’d done? No. They apologized. I forgave them. “You know now.”
“I do. And right now I’m very much in the mood for more of the same.” Luke hooked a finger in my waistband and snapped the elastic. He kissed down my chest, hitting my bare stomach when Chase pushed my shirt up.
Butterflies danced inside when Luke knelt in front of me. He might be the one on his knees, but I was happy to surrender full control to his whims.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Luke dragged my clothes down my legs. His lips on the inside of my thighs—the rough scrape of his five o’clock shadow—burned over me. He followed a slow, indirect path that made me squirm in anticipation.
Chase kissed from my shoulder up to my neck. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin and sucked. I couldn’t squeeze my legs together, but every other bit of me clenched at the tantalizing sting. The little girl in me giggled, and a laugh slipped out.
“What’s so funny, Annie?” Chase asked between bites and sucks.
“Chase Hughes is giving me a hickey.”
I felt him smirk. “And that’s just the start.”
Luke licked over my slick skin, and my laugh melted into a moan. He pressed his face into my pussy, devouring me, groaning against my skin, and sliding up to
my clit and back down several times. He thrust his tongue inside me.
God, that was incredible. I swayed on my feet, into his attention, careful to never break away from Chase.
Luke moved his fingers to my clit and played while he devoured me from the inside out. With Chase’s hands on me and Luke’s tongue inside me, the drawn-out pleasure was delicious.
My pleasure built slowly. Each time I started to clench, Luke eased up.
Until he didn’t. He pressed in hard on my clit, and orgasm ripped from me. I ground into him, breathless and needy, until it all became too much and my body shied away.
Luke stood, pressing me back against Chase and keeping me upright. They were so warm. So safe. So completely fucking amazing.
“You’re wobbly, Annie.” Chase’s tone was playful.
“Proof the two of you are incredible at what you do.”
Luke nibbled my earlobe. “We have a stunning medium to work with.”
“I hope you don’t think we’re done, because God, I want to fuck you.” In a single, impressively fluid swoop, Chase lifted me into his arms.
I laughed at the sudden tilt of the room, hugged his neck, and buried my face in his chest. He carried me into my room and set me gently on the bed.
Both of them stripped out of their clothes and rolled on condoms. It wasn’t some sort of fancy dance, but I enjoyed the show regardless.
Chase knelt between my legs and kissed a lazy path up, to my lips. He claimed my mouth, swallowing my sighs as he glided the head of his cock along my slit.
He slid inside me with a long groan that felt as good as his thickness. My body lit up in response.
He thrust at a slow pace, pulling out almost to the tip, before plunging deep again. “How are your legs?” he asked.
Pinned to my chest. “Better.”
“Good.” He gripped my hips, hitting marks Luke had left and sending sharp stings of pleasure racing over my skin. Chase rolled onto his back, bringing me with him, only slipping out for a second before impaling me again. He glided his palms up my chest, to cup my breasts. “You’re my absolute favorite sight. Always. But especially when you’re flushed and smiling.”
My skin heated at the attention.
“Just like that.” He smirked.
I didn’t care that he set a slow pace. It felt good to have him buried in me.
Where was Luke?
Chase dragged his fingers up my back, pulling me into him, and the mattress shifted.
Slick, cool fingers teased along my ass. There was Luke. He nudged my rear opening.
It felt different. Not bad, though. “I’ve never...”
Luke pressed his mouth to the hollow of my neck, behind my ear. “I told you I wanted to fuck every hole, baby doll. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” If I relaxed both my body and my trepidation, his touch felt good. “But be gentle?”
“For this, all right.”
More cold slid over my skin. I didn’t have lube in my house, though I would in the future. “You planned this.”
“I hoped it.” Luke barely penetrated me with two fingers. “I was a Marine—always be prepared.”
“Those are Boy Scouts,” Chase said.
“You’re a Boy Scout.” Luke’s tone was teasingly defensive. “I mean, yeah. I think you’re right.”
My laugh mingled with a sigh. Luke pulled his touch away, but Chase was tracing his thumb along my slit, bumping my clit before gliding away again.
Luke nudged my ass again, this time with the head of his cock. “Relax,” he said gently. “You’re going to want to clench. Focus on doing the opposite.”
Chase distracted me with licks along my chest, as Luke pushed into me an inch at a time. Slowly. Coaxing me. The stretch—the new sensation—was agonizingly delicious.
“You good?” Luke asked when he was fully inside.
I nodded.
The rocking between them was slow as well. A cautious buildup toward the incredible. Mild discomfort melted into pleasure, flowing over and through me.
As the speed of everything increased, my orgasm held back. Unsure what to make of this new combination of touches.
Chase finally focused on my clit, circling and rubbing. Harder. Faster. Pushing me past that edge of uncertainty to tumble into a ravine of intoxication. I dug my fingers into his arms when I came.
He moved his thumb to my mouth, and I sucked hungrily. Climax lingered, holding me in that cloud of pleasure.
I lost track of who came when. The room was a chorus of grunts, screams, and then heavy panting, as we slowed and struggled to catch our breath.
When Luke slid out of me, I felt like part of me deflated. He pressed against me, though, keeping me from missing his presence.
Chase softened inside me and slowly withdrew as well. “I was worried you wouldn’t hear us out.”
Luke kissed along the back of my neck. “I wasn’t.”
“Really?” I raised my brows, though only Chase could see.
Luke nipped at my shoulder. “Not really. I was terrified of losing you.”
“You didn’t.” I couldn’t imagine being this close to one of them and not the other. How did this happen in just a week? Or was that why I’d never dared admit either of them was flirting with me? Because it would mean choosing?
It’s because you’re dim, and you’re wrong.
It was easier than it had ever been, to tuck away the Shawn-voice. It didn’t belong here. “Though I’m grateful you didn’t make me choose.”
“Me too,” Chase said. “You would have picked, but you would have always felt like something was missing.”
Luke snorted. “You mean picked me.”
I rolled my eyes, but I was laughing. That would probably become a new regular. “Doesn’t matter now, because you both got smart.”
“Damn straight.” Chase tilted his head up, to brush his lips over mine, then rolled me onto my back.
We cleaned up. Or rather, they insisted I stay where I was, and they cleaned themselves and me up, then served me dinner in bed. Pretty sure they didn’t plan this part, unlike the double penetration, because my being fed hot wings while surrounded by fluffy bedding, and trying not to giggle at the fun, was messy.
Which I loved. Then again, I loved all of this.
“All my friends are heathens—”
“Your friends are calling.” Luke talked over my ringtone.
Last night, I slept better than in ages, and we’d all been awake for a bit this morning, but there was the sex, and the lying around, talking about breakfast, rather than actually getting it.
“I’ll get it.” Chase climbed from my bed. He looked gorgeous and very naked.
Speaking of— “They’re probably on Facetime.” I didn’t move to stop him.
“You get it.” Chase tossed the phone to Luke, who was still covered by blankets, and pulled on his boxers.
Luke swiped to answer. “This is Anne’s phone. She’s tied up at the moment—”
“Not literally.” I poked my head into the frame, loosely holding the sheet over my chest. My hair was a mess. They’d seen worse.
Chase dropped back into the bed, on the other side of Luke. “Ladies.”
Sadie covered her eyes and peeked out through her fingers. “We’ll call back when you’re not busy. This afternoon?”
“Probably a good idea, and that’ll work.” I laughed.
“But you owe us details,” Lyn added.
Sadie screwed up her face. “Eww, no. No details.”
“She can censor the story and just include the important bits about me,” Luke offered.
Nope. I was going to be selfish about my men. “They’re mine—the guys and the details. Sorry, not sorry.”
Sadie rolled her eyes. “You can keep them.”
“Lucky bitch.” Admiration filled Lyn’s voice. “Let’s do lunch later. Bring your boy toys. We need to grill them. Question, not— You know what I mean.”
“Question us abo
ut what? You already know us,” Chase said.
Sadie shook her head. “Apparently not.”
This was going to get circularly silly quickly. “’Kay. We’ll send lunch details.”
“You’ll get distracted and forget,” Lyn said. “We’ll send lunch details, and if you’re late, we’ll assume you’re fucking.”
“La la la la la.” Sadie mimed covering her ears.
That goofy grin was back. The one I had the day we arrived in Sacramento. “Love you both. Later.” I hung up.
Chase took the phone from me, turned it off, and tossed it to the foot of the bed. “I believe we were discussing breakfast?”
“Anne à la mode?” Luke nuzzled my neck.
This was so right. The perfect fairytale ending, for this twisted princess.
Epilogue
It took four more months to get the game in the hands of our customers, even with all the code Mike tried to get rid of, and another two months to make sure everything was stable.
But here I was, in my new office, with my finally-official Director title. I sank back into my executive chair, a permanent smile on my face.
Billie had stepped into Mike’s job in Sacramento, and now that I’d been promoted, she was leading both teams, though several of our developers were moving on to pre-production games. I was heading up one of those new projects, and while it wouldn’t hit market or so much as tickle gamers’ thoughts for years, I was so excited to have a say in it.
My office was a lot like Luke’s, but in a different part of the building. A huge CONGRATULATIONS sign hung from the top of my whiteboard, and my trashcan was filled with paper plates, cake crumbs, and empty soda cups.
My desk was mostly clear, but a figurine of X, courtesy of a miniature sculptor Lyn knew, lived between my monitors.
And Luke sat in the chair across from my desk. “How do you like the new digs, Bosslady?”
“Digs?” It was weird, me being in the Director’s chair and him on the other side of the desk. “They’re swell.” Weird, but amazing. Then again, everything with Luke and Chase was amazing. I was seriously smiling all the time.
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