by Terri Lane
“Oh Rex, you feel amazing,” she called slightly too loudly, burying her face into his neck.
She gripped tightly onto him, and he rode her as if it was their last day on Earth, digging her fingers into his back as if he was the only one centering her to the planet. She gripped him tightly, showing him just how much she was enjoying it, and that only encouraged Rex further. He moved faster and more powerfully, pushing her further and further towards climax.
It wasn’t long before the pleasure began to pool in Abbie’s stomach, and soon it was coursing through her veins and causing her body to rock and shudder in a wild orgasm. She screamed into a pillow, letting go of her tension after her few days of isolation and silence. She couldn’t let her family hear that she was having sex, so this annoying action was vital.
As soon as they had both experienced the pleasure that they so badly needed, and they laying panting next to one another on the bed, Abbie’s mind reeled. That had been fun, and very necessary in the moment, but somehow the entire experience had left her feeling a little… empty. She was extremely satisfied, and surprisingly glad that Rex had turned up, but she couldn’t help feeling like Travis should be there too. This wasn’t like Hawaii where she felt complete with Rex, she now needed them both.
Her emptiness crashed around inside of her. A threesome might be fine for a while, but it couldn’t be keep going. She’d have to make the decision she had been putting off for so long, that had been driving her insane…
***
It took Abbie a few days to sort her head out, but she eventually came to a conclusion. Since she couldn’t decide between these two men, she would have to end it with both of them – that seemed like the only logical conclusion, the one that wouldn’t leave anyone with their heart seriously broken. It wasn’t something that she wanted to do, but she had to, before any of them got in too deeply, before any of them fell in love. This was already messy enough without adding anything like that into the mix.
It wasn’t something that she wanted to do, but she had to be brave and take action. It was the only way that any of them could be happy. She needed to get out, and to start thinking about her future more seriously if she didn’t want to end up ill over it all.
She sucked in a deep breath, staring into her phone, and bravely hit dial. She decided to call Travis first, since it was Rex that she’d seen last, but even he didn’t feel like the easy choice. She knew that he would be hurt by her blowing him off, and that was the last thing that she wanted, but it was either a little pain now, or a lot of pain later. If she wasn’t stuck in her room, entrapped by the media, she would do this conversation face to face out of respect, but unfortunately that option wasn’t available to her.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
As the phone rang and rang, her eyes flickered around her bedroom – the room that was feeling increasingly cramped with every passing second. All she needed was for this to blow over, so she could restart her life and try all over again. She couldn’t keep this madness up forever, but until this was all straightened out, she had no choice.
“Hello?” he answered breathlessly, sounding like he’d run to the phone. “Abbie? How are you? Are you okay?”
“I… I…” She could already feel the tears starting to fall. “I’m sorry Travis.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said. He seemed to think that this was only about how she had neglected him for the past days. “I just want to know that you’re okay.”
She ignored his question, steadying herself for what she was about to say. “I’m sorry Travis,” she repeated. “I don’t really know where your head is at anymore since… that night, but I don’t think I can carry on like this.”
“I…” he started, but she couldn’t let him get a word in edgeways. Not when she had finally started to blurt it all out.
“I like you and Rex so much, so much that it hurts, and I don’t want to string either of you along. I don’t want to be that person… I just… I can’t… I’m ending this.”
“But…” He was hurt and shocked, and the emotion was quickly becoming too much for her to handle.
“I’m sorry Travis,” she finished firmly, before clicking off the phone. As soon as he was gone, she raced to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, to try and calm herself down. There, she stared at herself for a few moments, not able to recognize the person that she was anymore.
“Okay,” she whispered, refusing to look at herself any longer. “Just… do this.”
Then she took the plunge, needing it all done quickly, and she called Rex.
“Hello?” There was a sadness to his tone, almost as if he knew what was coming, but that didn’t stop her. Not now, not when she’d already been so brave.
Abbie’s heart thumped wildly against her chest as she listened to him speak. She hated all of this, but she knew that it was the best way… the only way.
“Rex… I… I’m sorry, I…” the tears had overwhelmed her and she could barely speak. “I can’t do any of this anymore. I’m ending it with both you and Travis. I feel so bad, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt…”
“Shhh, shhh,” he said kindly, trying to calm her down. “Don’t you worry about anyone else, you just get some rest. This will all work itself out.”
She wanted to ask him how he was so sure, but she couldn’t get the words out, so she simply blurted out “okay” before cutting him off too. Then she raced into her room and collapsed on the bed, allowing her emotion to consume her. She couldn’t help feeling that she’d just given up the best thing in her life, and that really cut her deep.
***
Knock, knock.
Knock, knock.
Knock, knock.
Urgh. Abbie didn’t want to move from the pit that she’d created in her bed, but whoever was at the door clearly had no intention of giving up. Her parents weren’t answering the door, so they obviously weren’t in.
“Coming,” she called out, straightening down her hair as she went. Last night was the worst of her entire life – she’d hated breaking things off with Travis and Rex, absolutely hated it. Her face still showed how weary the ordeal had made her. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was a straggly mess. She really didn’t want to face the mail carrier looking like this! It was so obvious that she’d spent the entire night weeping into her pillow, and that was something that she would much rather keep a secret.
She swung the door open with a bit of force, feeling angry, but that all changed the second she saw who was standing there. In fact, all feeling left her body entirely as she glanced back and forth between the two men she didn’t think she would ever see again, smiling serenely at her.
“Tr… Travis?” she stammered. “Rex… what are you doing here?”
“Go and get dressed,” Rex replied, sending that familiar warmth right through her. “We have a car outside and we need you to come back to mine. There are some things that we need to discuss.”
“What?” she asked, dumfounded, unable to believe what was happening.
“Not here, we’ll talk at mine.” The way Rex said this, it was so firm and so filled with that assurance that he seemed to be so good at. So she nodded sharply and raced back to her room. As she jumped into the quickest shower of her entire life, her body freaked out and her mind whirred with possibilities. What the hell was all of this about? What did any of it mean?
Deep down, she felt like she should have stayed strong and said no, but the fact that they were both there, giving her the same look, it was almost too much to resist.
By the time she raced back down the stairs, she was still none the wiser. All she could think was what sort of men would turn up at a woman’s home after being rejected? She was sure as hell glad that they were there of course – it meant they didn’t totally hate her – but the curiosity burned brightly through her all the same.
At first the sun shone too brightly into her eyes to see anything properly – it had been that long since she ventured ou
tside – but then she quickly spotted a very inconspicuous limo across the street, and she had to roll her eyes. How did Rex get away with no press following him when he led the blatant life of someone so famous? He must have had a trick or two to shake them off. If they weren’t in such an awkward position, she would have asked him… but of course they were. She couldn’t forget that.
As she quickly slid into the seat, praying that she hadn't been caught by anyone, the men greeted her warmly. But as soon as the driver started moving them along the road, they fell into a weird silence. More than once Abbie wanted to scream out, asking them what the hell was going on, but she didn’t. It felt wrong. It felt to her like she didn’t deserve to know until they decided she was worthy.
She couldn’t stop her eyes from flicking back and forth between the pair, and the memories that they brought up send a furious blush racing right through her.
Rex, kissing her neck.
Travis, claiming her breasts.
Rex, buried deep inside of her, sending her wild.
Travis, tasting her.
It was almost too much to bear. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat feeling far too turned on by the memory of them both for appropriate conversation. It felt weird to be thinking of them in such a way in what was so clearly a serious time, but she just couldn’t seem to help herself.
The silence remained as they all walked through the doors into the home that held so many delicious, scandalous memories, making this even worse for Abbie.
“Would you like to sit down?” Rex asked in a slightly formal voice, indicating the massive dining table laid out in front of them. As Travis sat, he looked relaxed and calm, but Abbie perched tentatively on the end of her chair, panic coursing through her.
“So, we wanted to talk to you about us,” Rex started, indicating between the three of them. Abbie’s heart pounded so loudly, she feared that it might burst from her chest at any moment, or that she would collapse. “Now, we know that you have been having a hard time with all of this, and while we totally understand, we think we might have a solution.”
Oh God, were they going to make her choose right after she said that she really didn’t want to? She shot Travis a look, but he simply smiled back.
“Well neither of us want to lose you, and I’m pretty sure that you feel the same way,” said Rex, continuing. Abbie nodded, wondering if this was the let’s be friends talk. Much as that would be the best solution, she feared how hard that would be. How could she hang out with them, feeling the way she did? And how would she react when they inevitably moved on? It didn’t bear thinking about. Rex said, “So why not just… carry on as we are?” He waved his hands, as if that was an obvious choice, as if it was almost unbelievable that they hadn't thought of it before.
“Huh? What?” Abbie didn’t get it one bit, but luckily Travis took over to explain it much better.
“Why don’t we carry on dating? Sometimes you could be with me, sometimes with Rex, sometimes both of us? I know that’s crazy, but we all get on well, we all damn well enjoyed ourselves and we are all adults who can handle this.”
“Wha… what?” Abbie gasped, totally blown away. Whatever she had been expecting, this definitely wasn’t it! But she could not deny that the idea of it made her happy.
“It might not be a forever solution,” Travis admitted. “But why not have some fun now?”
“But… but…” stammered Abbie. This sounded too good to be true, which suggested to Abbie that there was going to be a flaw somewhere. “What about everyone else? What will people think? What about the media?” She glanced over to Rex, already having seen a glimpse of his life, and that had almost shut her down completely.
“Well,” Travis finally started to look a little embarrassed. “Since people already assume that you and Rex are together – why not keep going down that route? You wouldn’t have to be too public or anything; a lot of famous people have notoriously shy partners. But then if you’re seen together, it’s already explained.”
“But what about you?”
“Well everyone in the industry already knows that I’ve worked a lot with Rex, and you are one of my dancers, so it wouldn’t necessarily be that weird…”
“Wow,” Abbie sat back in her chair, letting it all wash over her. “You’ve really thought this through.”
“After I spoke to you, I called Rex,” Travis told her. “We both knew right away that we didn’t want this to end so we met up and made a plan. We wanted to know exactly how this would work before we came to you with the plan – so that we could reassure you that it would work.”
She nodded, allowing her mind to spin. This was it – the ideal solution to all of her problems, allowing her to be with the two men that she adored most in the world. It was perfect, too perfect, and she was afraid.
“So, how would it work? Labels? Date Nights? Time divides?” She was panicking, grasping at straws for any kind of hole in the plan. If it couldn’t work, she wanted to know now before she fell too deep.
“We’ll just go with the flow,” Rex interjected. “Figure this out as we go. We’re all in this together, which means we can stand against the world.”
“Okay,” she nodded, a smile starting to form across her face. “Okay.” Was she really agreeing to this? Was she that insane? But then Travis took her hand, and he kissed her gently, and all her fears simply melted away…
***
“Come on,” Rex finally interrupted, a huskiness to his tone. “Let’s go up to the bedroom.”
As Abbie followed the men, her heart pounded frantically with a nervous excitement for what the future held. She just couldn’t quite believe it – these two very gorgeous, lovely men, were hers (for now at least) and that felt indescribably good. She could never have dared hoped to get so lucky before today. Anticipation fizzled through her veins and she felt dizzy with desire. When she woke up in the morning, she had no idea that she would end up back here in Rex’s home, about to explore the two best guys in the world all over again.
Travis wasted no time. He grabbed Abbie and pulled her towards him, kissing her frantically and pulling the summer dress that she was wearing and flinging it over her head. Before she could even take a moment to experience any self-consciousness about her body, Rex had spun her around and was now kissing her too, removing her bra in the process. As he tugged and teased at her nipples, she collapsed against Travis’s muscular body, allowing him to support her wholly as she was sent incredibly wild.
“Oh fuck,” she heard herself groan, as the sensations flooded her body. Her head lolled to one side in ecstasy, and her lips parted ever so slightly, inviting Rex in for yet another kiss.
Travis ran her fingers down her body, slowly, tantalizingly, teasingly, until he reached the outline of her panties, where he continued to stroke, making it even harder for her to remain upright.
“Oh God, Travis,” she groaned, encouraging him to take the next step. As Rex continued to kiss all over her body, he slipped his hands into her underwear, and found that hot, wet desire. She craved him to explore it, to delve there.
“Come on.” Rex eventually breathed into Abbie’s ear, just as her legs were about to buckle under the pleasure of it all. “Let’s get onto the bed.”
Travis scooped her up into his arms, and he carried her up the stairs, making her feel small and petite, yet somehow powerful and goddess like. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, and they made their way into the bedroom, that thick, sexual air hit the room once more, causing Abbie to feel swimmingly dizzy with desire.
As soon as Travis put Abbie down, she watched in amazement as their clothes shed from their bodies in a frenzied blur – proving that they needed this just as much as she did. She was relieved that all three of them were so ready to give this crazy, non-conformist relationship a try. She had absolutely no idea how it would work out, but she couldn’t wait to find out. Any concerns she’d had about being in a threesome were vanishing.
Rex quickly took
over, and stepped Abbie backwards until she tumbled onto the bed in a heap. There, she found Travis already sitting by her head, pulsing and throbbing for her, filling her with the excitement that could only come from these two men. Once there, he played with her hair, making her feel special for a few moments, as Rex climbed over her and hovered above her. Rex used one hand to hold himself hovering above Abbie, and the other to tug down her panties, leaving her totally exposed for him.
As Rex began to run kisses all over her legs and curves, teasingly working towards her sopping, hot sex. She found herself wanting to taste Travis, to take him to the back of her throat in the way she’d only done before when it had been her and him alone.
She twisted her head and grabbed Travis’s impressing length between her fingers, leaning in to get a taste, but before her lips could connect, Rex’s tongue plunged deep into her moist, dripping sex, sending a shocking bolt of passion bursting through her.
“Oh fuck!” she cried, buckling underneath the power of his mouth. As he found her clit, and began to circle it with his tongue, she found this even more exciting, but she still wanted to feel Travis between her lips. She turned her body slightly to the side, giving Rex another angle to access her, and she started to run her mouth all over Travis.
Just as they settled into a comfortable rhythm, and Abbie became confident that she wasn’t going to come before they had fully experienced everything about one another, Rex switched up the game and he slid over and above her, sliding in as he went.
“Fuck, Rex!” Abbie groaned, losing it for a moment, but soon finding herself getting back into the swing of things. This was what she found so exciting about these crazy nights of passion – there was almost so much flesh, so much fun, so much that she could never get bored. It made her wonder, suddenly, why she had been so ready to settle with Greg, so accepting that she could marry someone who really did nothing for her sexually. Greg cheating was the best damn thing that could have ever happened to her, because it led her to this…