by Dana Delamar
Paige took hold of my hand again. “Are you really okay with this?”
“I’ve already told you that I’m happy you have a kid. More than happy, really. Emma is a riot.”
“And she clearly likes you,” Carter added.
My heart warmed. I liked Emma too. “I understand the difficulties with her situation, Paige. I might not be a dad or a special-ed teacher, but I think Emma and I will get along great.”
“Probably because in terms of maturity, you and Emma are the same age,” Carter teased.
Careful not to hit Paige, I punched Carter’s arm. “Fuck off. You’re jealous because she likes me more than she likes you.”
“Nah, she just wants your hat.” Carter grinned.
I grinned back, the tension in my chest easing.
Only Paige wasn’t smiling. I brushed my fingers along her cheek. “Talk to me.”
Keeping her eyes on her fingers, where she played with her belt, Paige shrugged. “What about this?” She looked up and indicated her and Carter’s robes and all that they entailed.
Ah... she was worried about having slept with Carter. That one was easy to answer. “I’m thrilled actually.”
She snorted out a laugh. “I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true. Unless...” My gut twisted again. “Unless the two of you being together means you don’t want me.”
Paige and Carter exchanged a look I couldn’t read. She nodded and returned her attention to me. “Tell us how the interview went.”
Carter nudged my shoulder. “It looked like you were having a good time with Amber and Holden.”
“It’s show business, and that’s all it ever was. I know that now.” I shifted on the couch and took one of their hands in each of mine. “The whole time I was sitting there, answering questions with Amber and Holden about our time together, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to be here, with both of you.”
I looked away, afraid to show them how much I cared, how vulnerable I felt. Either one could hurt me with just a word. “As soon as the viewing party was over, I boarded the first red-eye to Miami.”
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Paige threw herself into my arms. “I love you, Riley. So much. And I’m really sorry for not believing you in London.”
Relief washed over me. “I love you too, sweetheart.” I held her face in my hands and kissed her wet cheeks. “Taking all this on, me, my past, and my fame, it’s a lot to ask. You needed time, and that’s okay.”
Carter circled his arms around Paige and me, then kissed each of us. “I love you both.”
We kissed him back, and Paige cried some more. “I love you too, Carter. Oh God, I’m a mess.” She laughed and dried her cheeks moments before Emma came barreling into the living room.
“Aunt Ari wants to take me to lunch. Can I go? Please, please, please!”
“Yes,” we all answered at once, laughing.
I buried my face in Paige’s hair. “I really do like Aunt Ari.”
Carter grinned. “She’s got the best ideas.”
Paige jumped to her feet. “I should get dressed before Ari arrives.”
“Mind if I grab a shower?” I asked.
“Hot damn!” Carter said, jumping to his feet. He extended a hand and pulled me up, then pointed down the hall. “Bathroom’s the last door on the left.”
I patted his cheek and struck a sassy pose. “Well, aren’t you an eager beaver.”
“You have no idea.” Carter turned me around and smacked me on the ass. “Now go.”
Clicking my heels smartly, I saluted. “Yes, sir.”
Carter growled. “Don’t you fucking tease me.”
“Language, boys,” Paige called from her room.
Carter shook his head in mock exasperation. “What the heck have I gotten myself into?”
“Heaven?” I asked.
We grinned at each other. “Fucking A.”
“Boys!”
CARTER
I had to believe we were doing the right thing. For all of us, including Emma.
Still in my bathrobe, I leaned against the wall and watched silently as Paige saw Emma and Ari out the door. “Thank you, Ari. See you later, Emma. I love you.”
Emma turned to wave over her shoulder as she followed Ari down the stairs leading to the parking lot. “Love you too, Mom. See you later, Riley. You too, Carter.”
Paige’s daughter was a darling and surprisingly clear-spoken. Many of the students I’d had with Down syndrome, even those with the mosaic variant, hadn’t been so verbal. It was a pleasure to hear her joy and to know she was already comfortable enough with me and Riley to tease us. Paige had done a fine job raising her, especially given she’d been mostly on her own. And that was something that was going to change. Going forward, Paige and Emma would have both me and Riley to depend on.
Once Emma was in the car, Paige closed the apartment door and leaned against it. Her hand on her stomach, she took several slow, tremulous breaths. I understood her nerves, because this was it. We were going to have sex again, although it was going to be more than that. We loved each other, all three of us. This time, we’d be making love, and none of us would ever be the same again.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I looked at Paige, then Riley. We were about to embark on the journey of a lifetime, one that after my divorce, I’d never thought to try again, especially with a woman. Livia had burned me, betrayed me, wounded me deeply. And these two people standing before me had healed me. How was that even possible? Scarcely more than a month ago, I hadn’t even known Paige, and I had thought for sure my relationship with Riley had self-destructed. Yet, here I was. Here we were.
Riley hooked a strand of hair behind Paige’s ear. “Everything all right?”
“Just a little nervous,” she admitted.
I joined them, and taking Paige’s hand, I brought her between me and Riley where we held her closely. Using a finger under her chin, Riley forced her to look up. “We’ll never do anything you don’t want, whether that’s in the bedroom or out of it. You’re in control here, Paige.”
Nodding, she stroked Riley’s smooth cheek. “I’ve never touched you without a beard.” She smiled, and I knew exactly why. Somehow, despite his twenty-eight years, Riley had skin as soft as a baby’s. Even though I would never admit it out loud, I’d spent many a night running my fingers over Riley’s face when the man had been sleeping too soundly to awaken from the touch. I’d dreamed of being able to do that whenever I wanted. Miraculously, my dream was coming true.
“Do you like it? I can grow the beard back. The producer thought it would be better to look more like the Riley in the movie for the interviews.”
“About that,” Paige said, making my stomach clench. I’d thought she had accepted Riley’s explanation regarding his feelings for Amber and Holden earlier that morning.
“I wanted to tell you how touched I was with your honesty during the interview. What you said, well... it meant a lot,” she finished.
Relief flowed down my spine. I slid my hand up to Riley’s nape, loving the sound of his sharp inhale. Yes, I knew the effect I had on him when I did that. It thrilled and amazed me each time Riley submitted to me so freely. It made me love him even more. Which wasn’t to say I didn’t enjoy returning the favor, because God knew I did. And I wasn’t ashamed for Paige to see it. In fact, I hoped she did. And soon.
“I really do love you,” Riley said with a smirk as he tightened his embrace around Paige’s shoulders. “Even if it seems a little fast to you.”
“I know.” She lifted herself up onto her toes and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. My cock twitched and began to fill. Was it strange that I loved seeing my lovers kiss? That it turned me on? That I wasn’t jealous? That their joy made me happy? If so, then fuck it. I’d be strange.
“I guess it’s true what they say.” I moved my hand up Paige’s back to roll her hair around my fist. Standing there with both my lovers in my arms, I felt on top of
the world. “When it’s right, you don’t need months and years to figure it out. You know right away.”
“Indeed.” Riley smirked, and his beautiful brown eyes danced. He reached behind Paige’s legs and back, scooping her up into his arms.
She squealed with delight. “Oh my God. You’ll pull a muscle.”
Riley snorted. “I may not be as built as Carter, but I can carry my woman into the bedroom.”
“Our woman,” I shouted as I raced ahead into the bedroom, shucked my bathrobe, and stretched out on Paige’s bed.
“Our woman,” Riley echoed. Seconds later, he deposited Paige beside me on the mattress. His eyes landed on the teddy bear on her dresser. “You kept it,” he said to Paige, joy in his voice.
“Of course I did. You gave it to me.”
“That means you didn’t give up on me. Or us.”
“I guess a part of me was hoping it wasn’t over.”
I cut in. “Now I feel bad that I didn’t give you a gift too.”
She stared at me, her full lips curving into a lascivious smile. “You’re a gift all by yourself. You look like Sunday brunch laid out like that.” As she spoke, she traced a finger up my leg. Her heated gaze and her touch moving impossibly closer to my cock made me shiver. “All muscles, tan, and that cat-who-got-the-cream grin.”
“Hey,” Riley said. “Am I not a gift too?”
Paige and I looked at him, then at each other. “I don’t think your swollen ego needs any more stroking,” I said.
“Speaking of swollen…” Riley groaned, his eyes dropping below my waist. “I want to lick you all over.”
My cock, rock solid against my abs, bounced in invitation. “Be my guest,” I ground out, my voice strangled by desire.
“I’ll take the top,” Paige said, and without a word, Riley hopped onto the foot of the bed. His gaze locked on mine, he raised one of my feet and began to suck on my toes, one at a time from the smallest to the largest.
I melted into the mattress. My back arched and a moan ripped from my chest. “Oh Christ.”
Beside me, Paige made a mewling sound. Her thighs pressed against each other and I smelled the distinct scent of her arousal. I cracked open an eye. “Strip, beautiful,” I ordered her.
With trembling fingers, she pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her gorgeous, full breasts, which swung freely when she bent over to remove her pants. But being braless wasn’t the only surprise Paige had for us. “Fuck me,” I muttered, looking at Riley.
His eyes met mine.
“Commando,” we said in unison. Paige might not know how that affected me, but Riley certainly did. Jeez, I’d be in for quite the ride with these two.
Naked at last, Paige placed a knee on the bed and crawled up to kneel at my side. She leaned over me, and oh-so slowly brought her mouth closer to mine, hovering above it for an excruciatingly long moment, before finally pressing, touching. I sighed out my pleasure at her taste, the warmth of her firm lips tugging on mine just as Riley pulled on my toes, swirling his tongue around and between them. Fuck. If they didn’t slow down, I was going to come in minutes.
Paige’s small hands moved lightly over my chest. Her fingers traced my ribs, my abs. She kissed along my jaw, nibbling and biting her way down my neck, tasting my tendons and collarbone. I squirmed under her ministrations, dying for someone to touch my cock. My hands ran up and down her spine, and occasionally, I eased a finger between her ass cheeks, trying to spur her along a downward path. But that wasn’t to be. Although I made her shiver, she persisted. Her pink tongue pointed out of her mouth, and with a mischievous glance at my face, she flicked it against my nipple. When it peaked, she bit down gently, then alternated between the two.
In no time at all, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Come here,” I called to her, my voice thick. Grasping her hips, I turned her and pulled her over me so she straddled my head. And there they were, those sweet bits of flesh that could drive me to my knees.
Taking hold of her ass, I raised my head, ready to play, but again, she had other plans. My breath stuttered in my chest as her warm, wet tongue speared my navel, swirling around, then dipping into it. Jesus. And then Riley’s head disappeared and my cock was engulfed in the cavern of his hot mouth. “Oh fuck, Rye,” I whimpered. Yes, I whimpered. And who could blame me? Riley was a cock-sucking superstar who knew exactly how and when to put his talents to good use.
Inches from my nose, temptation beckoned. The scent of Paige’s glistening pussy tickled my senses as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. Unwilling to resist any longer, I parted her lips and swiped my tongue over her clit.
“Oh, oh. Wow!” she cried, pressing herself against my hands. Licking and sucking her outer lips, I zeroed in on her entrance and penetrated her with my tongue, filling her as deeply as I could. Her tangy taste exploded on my tongue, causing me to thrust my hips.
Riley pulled back, sucking hard as he went. His hand gripped the base of my cock. Paige raised her head from where she’d been nibbling and licking my belly. What were they doing? “Fuck, don’t stop,” I begged.
Jerking me once, Riley winked at me. “We’re just getting started, babe.”
Once again, the head of my cock was encased by firm lips and a warm mouth. This time it was Paige’s. She ran her tongue around the ridged edge, dipped it into my slit. I bucked against her and cried out, “Oh, Jesus. Yes.”
Riley dug one hand into Paige’s hair, directing her gently while his other hand gripped my cock and followed Paige’s movements as she bobbed up and down. It felt like my entire shaft was buried deep in her mouth, her throat. Fuck, the two of them working in concert, the incredible sensations they were creating, were making me crazy.
Before I could humiliate myself by being a selfish pig, I once again raised my head to return to Paige the pleasure she was giving me. I’d take care of Riley later. For now, though, I concentrated on the delicious treat before me. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, varying the rhythm and pressure. Her increasingly loud moans and the rocking of her hips told me all I needed to know.
As I was about to insert a finger into her pussy, she released my cock. She looked at Riley, then back at me over her shoulder. “Not like this.” I stilled and took my mouth off her. Even as shudders wracked her body, she swung her leg over me to sit by my hip. “I want you inside me.” Her lips pursed. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, with more determination shining from those gorgeous hazel orbs. “Both of you.”
Riley patted my thigh. “Hop on. When Carter’s done, I’ll take you.”
“No,” she said. “You misunderstood me. I want you, both of you”—she swung her head from Riley to me—“at the same time.”
Riley looked at me, raising his brow. I knew what he was asking. Whenever we’d shared a woman, we’d quickly negotiated who would take her how. A questioning look was all it had taken.
But this time the arched brow and the cocky tilt to Riley’s lips set me on fire. And the opportunity to tease him was too good to pass up. “Riley should take the back, since he... uh...”
Riley’s grin fell and his eyes narrowed. “Watch it, fucker.”
Paige’s gaze darted between us. “Is there a problem?”
“No,” Riley said quickly, rubbing his hand along her arm. “Carter’s just being a dick.”
I smirked. “Not my fault Little Carter is a bit bigger than Little Riley.”
“Oh!” Paige’s eyebrows popped and her hand went to her mouth as she caught on to the teasing.
“It’s fucking proportional, all right?” Riley muttered.
I blew him a kiss. “It’s so damn hot when my Riley is all riled up.” I sat up and pulled him to me, crushing his mouth in a wild kiss. It felt like ages instead of only days since we’d been together. Truth was, I couldn’t live without him... or Paige for that matter. Not anymore. And even if I could, I didn’t want to.
This right here, the three of us, connected, in love, making lov
e, this was what I wanted. Now and forever.
PAIGE
Could I truly be enough for Riley and Carter? They were everything I’d ever wanted, but didn’t think I’d ever have. Nothing in my life had come close to what I experienced sexually and emotionally when I was with them. I loved seeing my men like this, razzing each other, laughing and roughhousing. Their teasing was sexy, and something I’d never been a part of before.
Sex with Dylan had been full of hormonal angst and intense attempts to “do it right.” My orgasm had never been a guarantee, nor had it been something my ex strove to help me achieve. I’d had a little better luck with a couple of the men I’d dated later on.
But Riley and Carter took me to another freakin’ dimension.
Riley climbed off the bed and reached into his suitcase, extracting a box of condoms and some lubricant. He pulled on Carter’s legs, tugging him closer to the end of the bed, and handed him a condom. “Suit up, Gigantasaurus Rex.”
Carter beamed, and despite my ever-increasing nerves, I laughed. Life with these two was going to be so much fun.
Still on his back, Carter rolled the condom over his shaft. When Riley motioned for me to open my hand, I did, and he squeezed some lubricant onto my palm and pointed to Carter. “Slick him up, and when you’re ready, climb on board.”
I choked out a laugh. “So romantic.” I tried to appear calm on the outside, but inside, my heart was hammering in my chest. Could I go through with this? I’d had their fingers in my bottom, though they were far smaller than their... Eyeing Carter’s erection, I shivered, imagining how it would feel to have him inside me there. Would it hurt? Riley had seemed to enjoy it when Carter had taken him.
Reaching out, I gripped Carter’s shaft, relishing the heft of it in my palm. Slowly, I eased my hand up and down the silky length, massaging the engorged head each time I reached the top.
After wiping my hands on the sheets, I swung a leg over Carter’s waist and leaned forward, positioning myself so his erection slid between my folds. He groaned and placed his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers. My belly tensed as renewed arousal pooled at the apex of my thighs.