Jamie stepped up, cupped his face. “Whatever makes you happy… That’s what I want.”
He kissed her gently and I could see he had needed that approval.
“You know what I want?” I asked when the moment had passed and the tension had fully dissipated.
“What’s that?” Jamie asked.
“I think I’m gonna take a shower. Thought maybe when I got out, I might stumble across something happening”—I pointed toward the sofa—“over there.”
“Something?” Edge probed.
“Something hot,” I clarified.
“Well, I was thinking maybe the three of us should take a shower,” Jamie said with a grin. “Maybe something hot could happen in there.”
Edge reached for her. “I like your suggestion better,” he told her before looking my way. “And yours … we’ll work on that tomorrow.”
Tomorrow.
I definitely liked the sound of that.
A lot of tomorrows.
TWENTY-TWO
EDGE
Three months later
Thursday, February 14, 2019
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” JAMIE ASKED AS I led her out of the elevator and down the hall. The blindfold covering her eyes made it impossible for her to see. Which, of course, was the point.
“We told you. It’s a surprise,” Cav repeated for what had to have been the tenth time since we left Jamie’s apartment.
“Can you at least give me a hint?”
Cav unlocked the apartment door, then opened it, allowing me to guide Jamie inside.
“Is this some sort of submissive thing? Are you going to make me strip?”
“Hmm.” I grinned at Cav. “Hadn’t thought about that, but it does sound appealing. Haven’t played in a while.”
“No, we haven’t,” Jamie pouted. “I tried to get you to take me to the club last week.”
It was true, she had. For the past few months, we’d been taking things slow. As slow as three people who were in love could take things. Ever since I stopped working at Dichotomy, I had a lot of time on my hands. Time I’d gladly spent with Jamie and Cav, both together and separate. We’d worked out a rather nice routine. The only thing missing was coming home to Jamie every single day.
Although we hadn’t told her about the penthouse apartment, Cav and I had forged ahead with the purchase and renovation. It had taken some doing, but he had allowed me to purchase the place for cash and I had relented when he insisted on pitching in for the renovations. Compromise and all that.
“Where should we start?” I asked Cav, wanting to build Jamie’s suspense.
Cav motioned toward the study. “In there would be fine.”
“Got it.” I took Jamie’s hand, tugged her along, through the French doors that led to what we had designed specifically with her in mind.
Cav followed, stopping behind Jamie so he could release the silk fabric over her eyes.
Jamie blinked a few times before focusing on her surroundings.
“Where are we?” She turned in a slow circle, a smile on her face. “What is this?”
I gave her a minute to take it all in. Her gaze drifted over the writing desk, the big round chair, the plush rug on the floor, and finally landed on the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining one wall.
“May I?” she asked, nodding toward the books.
“Of course.”
Cav came to stand beside me, his hand sliding up my back as we watched her skim the line of books with her fingertip.
“These are my books,” she said, then turned to look at us. “What are you two up to?”
Cav tapped me on the back.
“It’s your new office,” I told her. “A place for you to study while you’re still in school, plus a quiet place to work when you graduate.”
“My office? But…” Her attention swung to the French doors. “Where are we?”
“Our apartment,” Cav said simply as we moved toward her.
I tipped her chin up, stared into the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. “Our apartment,” I said with emphasis. “We want you to move in with us, Jamie.”
Her eyes teared up, and for a second, I thought she was going to bail. “Our?” She sniffed. “I do like the sound of that.”
Relief washed over me.
“We bought one of the penthouses,” I explained. “Had it redesigned to accommodate the three of us. We haven’t moved in yet.”
“Our apartment,” she mumbled, wiping the tear from her eye and pulling away.
Cav smiled over at me as Jamie began her trek through the space. Out of the office, into the large living area, over to the breakfast nook and upgraded kitchen. She paused momentarily to admire the appliances, then continued through the kitchen, past the walk-in pantry, through the butler’s pantry and into the dining room before stopping back at the front foyer.
“There’s no furniture,” she said. “Except for my office?”
“Not much of it,” I explained. “Not yet. Although we designed your office and ours, we wanted you to be part of the rest.” I motioned toward the back. “Bedrooms are back there.”
“As in multiple?” she asked, concern etched on her face.
“Two,” Cav noted. “We figured it would be good to have a guest room. Just in case we ever had the need for one.”
She swallowed, a soft smile forming.
“Go on,” I urged. “Check it out.”
As I expected, she bypassed the guest room and went straight for the master bedroom. While the space was empty, there was a bed. It had been something Cav and I’d had designed with the three of us in mind. Nothing overly fancy, but a good deal bigger than a king size, ensuring there was enough space for the three of us.
“Wow,” she whispered, moving through the large bedroom, complete with sitting area. When she stepped into the master bathroom, she inhaled sharply, making me chuckle.
“I told you she’d love it,” Cav muttered.
He had. When we had set out to design the bathroom, Cav had insisted on indulging in that space. A giant Jacuzzi tub, walk-in shower that was easily big enough for three. Instead of double sinks, there were three, two on one side, one on the other with a vanity beside it.
Jamie turned to look at us. “You’ve thought of everything, huh?”
“Tried to,” I told her, returning her smile.
“What about a closet?”
I nodded toward the door behind her.
We fell into step with her once again, stepping into the enormous closet. It was almost the same size as the master bedroom. Considering it would be set up for three people, Cav and I ensured there would be enough room for each of us.
Jamie turned back to look at us one final time, this time tears streaming unbidden down her beautiful face.
“This is amazing,” she sobbed.
“So what do you say, cupcake? Move in with us?” Cav closed the distance between them, cupped her head.
“Of course,” she whimpered, leaning into him when he sealed his lips to hers.
My heart. That’s what they were.
And I was more than ready to start this new adventure with them.
Jamie
EVEN AS I STOOD IN THE NEW space, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They’d done all of this without telling me. It was amazing. I wasn’t even sure what to say or do, but as I acquainted myself with the apartment, walking back through it three more times, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“So when do we move in?” I asked, eager to get this underway. In fact, I didn’t want to leave.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Edge replied.
“Now?” I couldn’t hide my excitement.
Both my men smiled and nodded. “Now’s good.”
I turned to the spot where a sofa would go. “I think this would be a good place for us to sit and watch television.”
They were both standing close behind me.
I closed my eyes, imagined it playing out. “Yes.” My voice w
as slightly breathless. “The perfect spot for me to lay out between the two of you. Naked.” My breathing increased. “While the two of you pretend to watch television, you can tease me with your hands.”
A deep rumble sounded from behind me. “Naughty girl,” Cav mumbled against my ear.
“I can practically feel your hands on me,” I continued, sighing when their hands did move over me.
Cav’s warm hand slipped beneath my T-shirt, flattening over my belly and pulling me back against him. With my eyes closed, I could sense Edge moving in front of me, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing over my bottom lip.
“Is that what you need, sweetness? Our hands on you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Strong hands began moving over me, but they weren’t working the way I wanted. Neither of them made any effort to get me naked.
When I opened my eyes, I stared up into Edge’s aqua-blue eyes. They glowed with heat and need.
Cav stepped around, his baby blues intense, so hot I could practically feel them scorching my skin as they slid over me.
And just when I thought they would have their wicked way with me, both men dropped to their knees. I inhaled sharply, stumbled back a step.
“Marry us, Jamie,” Edge whispered, his voice hoarse with what could only be explained as desire mixed with love.
“What?” I glanced between the two of them, my hands shaking as I put them to my face.
“Marry us, Jamie,” Cav repeated.
I waited, wondering if they would launch into some ridiculous speech about love and devotion. I was glad they didn’t. My men were more about action than words and I loved that about them.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Of course. Yes.”
Cav smiled and Edge exhaled sharply.
I feigned a frown, staring down at Edge, still on one knee. “Did you really think I might say no?”
He laughed, but it was forced. That was exactly what he’d thought.
I still didn’t know how marriage between three people worked, but after Gretchen’s comment all those months ago, I’d done a little research. While it wouldn’t necessarily be in the conventional sense, a lot of thruples—my new favorite word—actually did enter into a contract that would allow their relationship to mimic a marriage.
To be honest, I didn’t care about any of that. I simply wanted to spend the next seventy or eighty years with these two, loving them, cherishing them.
I still had several years of school laid out in front of me, and while I had never seen myself getting into a relationship before I had my doctorate, I found that school was easier with them in my life. I could focus and enjoy the love I’d found at the same time. True to their word, Cav and Edge had supported me for the past few months, ensuring I went to class every day, and on my days off, they made sure we spent as much time as possible together.
The thought of living with them, spending more time with them, it stole my breath and made my heart smile.
Both men took my left hand, then each slipped something cool over my ring finger. When they released me, I lifted my fingers, staring at the diamonds. They were far bigger than they should’ve been, and they’d been designed to connect together, another symbol that the three of us were connected as one.
Tears dripped from my cheeks and I didn’t even realize I was crying. I also didn’t notice as they got to their feet, moving around me and embracing me between them. I welcomed the safety and security I’d come to know when I was in their arms.
“So what do we do next?” I asked, a sob following the words, making me laugh.
“I’m thinkin’ we should go back to the apartment, play out this whole watchin’ TV thing.” Cav’s sexy smirk made my body tingle. “With you laid out naked between us.”
“Hmm. That sounds like a good plan,” I agreed. “Whoever came up with that idea is pretty brilliant, don’t you think?”
“Brilliant,” Edge agreed, taking my hand. “And naughty.”
“Very naughty,” Cav echoed.
While they locked up the new apartment and led me back to the elevator, I kept my eyes on the engagement rings on my finger.
“You like them?” Edge asked when we stepped out on their floor.
“They’re beautiful,” I mumbled.
“Glad you think so,” Edge said with a smirk. “Because in about three minutes, they’ll be the only thing you’re wearing.”
I laughed, then moaned as they made good on that promise, stripping me in the middle of the living room before settling me on the sofa between them.
“What are we watching?” I asked, glancing over at the television.
“Does it even matter?” Cav joked.
I looked his way to see his heated gaze traveling slowly over every inch of my body. I inhaled sharply when his skilled fingers skimmed my legs, moving higher.
“It really doesn’t,” I assured him, trying to spread my legs to get him closer to where I needed him.
“I’ll be right back,” Edge said, shifting out from under my head.
“Where’s he going?” I asked, watching as he went down the hall to his bedroom.
“Not my concern right now,” Cav mumbled, his thumb gliding over my clit.
My back bowed as the onslaught of sensation stole the air right out of my lungs. I moaned, grinding my hips, trying to intensify the pressure of his thumb.
“Cav … please…”
He chuckled and moved. His movements were so quick and unexpected, the only thing I could do was laugh as he tossed me over his shoulder.
I giggled uncontrollably as he followed the same path Edge had taken, right for their bedroom.
“Tonight, sweetness,” Edge said when Cav set me on the bed, “we’re in charge.”
“Is that right?” I taunted.
His eyes heated. “That sassy mouth’s going to get you in trouble.”
“Is it? How so?”
I could see him holding back a smile. He wanted to play, I could feel it deep in my soul, and I wanted to give him what he wanted.
After all, I was their naughty student. It was my responsibility to play the part accordingly.
CAV
NAUGHTY STUDENT.
That was the scene Edge was setting up.
No, there wasn’t a classroom or books, but they weren’t necessary. Just the woman who had made this all a reality.
“Keep sassin’,” I warned, “and you’ll earn yourself a spankin’.”
She moaned, something she did whenever we played like this.
No, this wasn’t the full-time D/s roles that some people engaged in, but it worked for the three of us. We needed this in our busy lives, a chance to escape reality, to enjoy ourselves in the most basic way possible.
“That a threat or a promise, Professor Cavanaugh?” she goaded.
“Definitely a promise, Miss Lautner,” I responded, moving quickly enough to catch her off guard as I flipped her onto her stomach.
Jamie squealed at the same time Edge took one hand, I took the other. We easily restrained her to the soft leather restraints that were permanent fixtures on this bed these days.
“What are you doing?” she moaned and thrashed, playing her part perfectly.
“It’s what you want, is it not, Miss Lautner?” Edge growled. “That sassy mouth of yours always seems to get you in trouble.”
“I’ll be good,” she cried out. “I promise. I’ll be good, Professor Edge.”
“I’ve heard that before.” His eyes glittered as he glanced over at me and smiled.
“You’re so mean,” she hissed. “You’re not the boss of me.”
I bit back the laugh. Over the months, Jamie had gotten deeper and deeper into the role every time we played, and the truth was, it was a highlight of my week. I enjoyed every moment I got to spend with her, but these especially.
“I’ll give you a choice of punishment,” Edge said as I moved to the end of the bed and held Jamie’s ankles, keeping her still.
“Whatever,” she snapped.
“Five swats with the paddle,” he stated, “or ten with my hand. Your choice.”
“Do your worst, Professor Edge. You don’t scare me.”
I could see Edge fighting the urge to laugh, too. This woman was something else. Hell, she was sheer perfection.
“Next thing you’ll say is that this hurts you more than it hurts me. Is that right?” She flailed, unable to move much due to the restraints and my hands holding her legs down.
“Oh, no, baby,” he crooned. “This won’t hurt me a bit.” He palmed her ass, squeezed.
Jamie moaned, her body relaxing.
“Which’ll it be?” I asked. “Paddle or hand?”
“Hand,” she bit out.
“Mmm.” Edge moved his hands over her bare ass.
I couldn’t look away.
“I think she needs to learn her lesson,” Edge said to me. “Perhaps you should eat her pussy while I punish this sweet ass.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I made quick work of discarding my clothes, then with his help, I slid underneath her, my mouth directly beneath her pussy, my cock hard and throbbing by her face.
“On your knees, sweetness,” Edge instructed. “Stay still.”
Her knees settled beside my head, her upper body resting on me because of the restraints.
Jamie moaned, her warm breath disappearing from my cock. If I had to guess, Edge had fisted her hair, lifting her head.
“You want his cock, Miss Lautner?”
“Yes, Professor Edge. I want to suck him.”
“Too bad.”
Well, it appeared I would be punished, too. Oh, well. Good thing I had something else to focus on.
Her cheek rested on my thigh, her body relaxing over me.
I met Edge’s gaze as I curled my arms around her thighs and buried my face in her pussy, lapping at her until she was moaning softly, the vibrations sliding through me.
We alternated between me driving her to distraction with my tongue and him using his hand to smack her sweet little ass every so often. We didn’t relent until she was begging, pleading for the two of us to fuck her.
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