Or if he’d even have any friends left by the time word of his betrayal of her got around to everyone.
God help him, having Niall back in his life though…
Doesn’t make me any less of a shit.
Chapter Twelve
Aden let her sleep a little longer. After they got ready they headed for the elevator bank to await the next one. When the elevator door slid open and Aden spotted Niall standing there, alone, he almost backed up and opted to wait for the next one.
Except Etsu pulled him in, brightly smiling when she saw him.
Like she didn’t know who he really was.
“Hello again!” Etsu brightly chirped.
Niall’s smirk was for Aden, and Aden damn well knew it. “Hello, my dear.”
Aden hated that his cock hardened, throbbing, and Niall damn well knew it.
Just like Aden could see Niall was hard, too.
I am a shit.
“Thank you again for yesterday,” she said. “You saved my life.”
“I’m glad I could be of service, love.” He gave her a head tip even as his gaze remained locked with Aden’s.
“I wanted to ask—EEP!”
They all froze as the elevator ground to a halt with a jolt. The lights stayed on, but the elevator did not move, and the door didn’t open.
“Bloody hell,” Niall muttered, stepping over to the panel. The button for the second floor was lit, but he punched it anyway. Then he grabbed the emergency phone handset, listened for a moment, and slammed it back down again. “Feckin’ arseholes.” Aden was already pulling his phone out when Niall checked his. “No service?”
“No,” Aden said. “You?”
“No.” Niall slid his phone into his back pocket and looked up. “At least the lights are on.” He looked pointedly at Etsu, then to Aden, his meaning clear, asking silent permission to help keep her calm.
Aden nodded.
Etsu rummaged through her purse and despite the wheezing Aden could hear creeping into her breathing, she smiled and produced her inhaler. “Got it!”
She took a pull off it, but it didn’t sound right.
“Oh, fuck,” Aden said as the look on her face told him all he needed to know.
Niall turned. “What?”
“She grabbed the wrong one. That’s the empty. Honey, didn’t you check it?”
“I’m…I’m sorry, Sir. I thought I grabbed the full one.” She shook it and tried again, but looked frantic now.
“Bloody hell,” Niall muttered. He shoved Aden out of the way, grabbed her, and kissed her.
No, he didn’t kiss her, he snogged her. A right proper snog, as Niall would call it. Aden didn’t even have time to react, and apparently neither did Etsu, before her arms encircled him.
This wasn’t exactly the kind of distraction he’d expected Niall to use, but damned if he was going to stop the man.
Niall lifted his mouth from hers. “Red, or green.”
“Sir?”
“Red, or green, girl. Give me a color. Now.”
“Green, Sir.”
Aden’s pulse pounded in his throat, in his head—his heart beat against his ribs and he wasn’t sure he’d heard what he just heard.
Niall glanced over his shoulder at him. “Well? I’m assumin’ ye don’t let her wear panties, if I trained ye right. Get the hell behind her and fuck her.”
Then he snogged her.
Again.
* * * *
Etsu didn’t have time to think, much less protest.
Not that she wanted to protest.
Niall’s voice from the previous stint stuck in the elevator came back to her, his whispered promises in her ear.
“If I ever get a chance with ye, girl, I’d love to show ye a few things I taught yer Sir. Ye’d like that, wouldn’t ye?”
Fuck, between his blue eyes and that sexy-as-sin voice, she was a goner.
“I bet ye’d love to be squirmin’ between us like a good girl, wouldn’t ye?”
Damn right, she would.
“I bet ye’re wet and eager right now, wishin’ to see us together…”
Hell, yeah, she was.
“I’d love to help my boy fuck yer sweet brains out…”
Receiving confirmation that Niall was Aden’s lost love only upped the ante.
“Ye’ve no idea how much I’ve missed him, and now it seems he’s sweetened the pot with yer lovely self…”
Maybe I can make a fantasy of mine come true.
They hadn’t parted enemies. Even Aden had admitted to her he still loved the man.
Niall kissed even sexier than he sounded. His hands skimmed down her back and lifted her skirt as Aden stepped in behind her.
That was definitely a hard cock in Niall’s jeans.
The world melted away as Niall kissed her and she felt Aden unzip behind her. Someone took her purse and the useless inhaler from her and she didn’t look to see who, because frankly, she didn’t care. Aden pushed her forward against Niall, who’d slid her skirt up around her waist and was holding her firmly in place with his hands on her hips.
Niall once again broke their kiss. “More, girl?”
“Yes, Sir, please!”
He sank to his knees in front of her, her hands braced on his shoulders. Then he shoved her thighs apart and no way could she have held back that moan when his lips latched on to her clit.
Wait…what am I doing?
Then Aden’s cock found its target. He thrust into her wet cunt, pushing her hard against Niall’s mouth. Niall let out a low growl that vibrated against her pussy and definitely sounded like he was enjoying himself.
She damn sure was.
“Hold it back, baby,” Aden ordered. “Don’t you dare come without permission, or I’ll let him spank you. He makes my meanest mode look like a teddy bear.”
Niall growled into her pussy again, his hands dropping lower, clamped around her thighs, apparently liking the threat of being able to spank her.
God help her, she wanted that, too.
Mean or not.
Aden cupped a hand around the front of her throat and pulled her body against his chest, her head tipped back onto his shoulder. “Maybe I should let him fuck you, too, hmm? Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth. Do you want Niall to fuck you?”
Another growl from down below, that one definitely an affirmative.
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she softly begged.
“Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll let you.”
“Sir, please let Niall fuck me.”
He paused with his cock all the way inside her pussy. “Loren apologized to me about breakfast this morning. She thought you knew Niall was Ren. She knew how much I tried to protect his privacy.”
She stared up at him, not sure how she was supposed to react to that. Technically, it was Niall who’d told her yesterday, in the elevator, even if she’d chosen to take his suggestion to blank it out and let him get rid of her anxiety and fear over the darkened elevator so she could breathe.
Breathing had trumped sexytime, under the circumstances. “Yes, Sir.”
Niall’s tongue circled her clit before swiping up it, then back down and licking where Aden’s cock fucked her pussy. Up again. Deliciously hot and naughty.
“You know what happened between us in the elevator yesterday, don’t you? You can remember?”
She swallowed, the sexy sounds seared into her brain, Aden’s voice now bypassing the suggestions Niall had given to her to ignore it, to forget it, to only remember it if it made her hot and want to see it in person. Want to see more of it.
Want to be in the middle of it.
Wishing she’d been in the middle of it that time, too.
Yeah, she remembered it.
Got wet over it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did Niall tell you who he was yesterday in the elevator? When he was putting you into a trance?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And he asked if what we did was okay, didn’t
he?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His thumb stroked her cheek. “I’m not proud of this, but the reason it took me so long to make it back downstairs last night when I went to get my phone was because we hooked up. I never stopped loving him, baby. If you want to hate me, I underst—”
“Please shut up and fuck me so I can come, Sir.” She smiled. “Or are you going to make me wait to come until after Niall fucks me?”
She wasn’t sure how Aden would take that, until he crushed her lips under his in a vicious kiss that stole her breath in good ways and made her moan. Then he shoved her forward again, and she had to brace herself against the elevator wall to stay upright as he fucked her.
He didn’t just fuck her.
He fucked her. Possessive and deep and taking what he wanted, the way she loved it when he did it.
Niall sat back, making her moan with disappointment and still wanting his hot mouth sucking on her clit. But his fingers replaced his lips and he fisted her hair with his other hand, using it to hold her in place to bend her over and kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips as he eagerly devoured her mouth.
Using his handhold in her hair, Niall pulled her off his mouth. “On yer knees, girl,” he hoarsely rasped, sitting back. His hand disappeared from her clit. He unfastened his belt and jeans as Aden knelt, forcing her down with him, and now she knew exactly what Niall had in mind.
He’d gone commando. He’d no sooner parted the zipper on his fly than she was diving for his cock. A needy groan escaped him as he leaned back against the elevator wall.
“Bloody hell, love,” he gasped. “She’s every bit as good as ye.”
“You think she wouldn’t be?” In this position, Aden could really plow her now. She thought about how she must look, spit-roasted on her knees between the men, skirt up and ass out…and it nearly made her come right there. “She’s my good girl, and she swallows.”
“Ooooh, she’s gonna swallow shortly.” He leaned over her and his hand returned to her clit and he rolled it between his fingers. “Bet ye’d like to watch me fucking his arse, too, hmm?” Niall purred. “Tie ye up so he can eat yer pretty pussy while I spend some time reminding him who he belongs to?”
She deep-throated him, muffling her needy moan. That idea sounded like one of her fantasies made real, something she’d fantasized about ever since Aden had told her he was bi and admitted Ren—Niall—was the only man he’d be comfortable allowing into their bed, in a perfect world.
The only man he would ever tolerate sharing her with, if fantasies could be made real.
“Yesss, I think that needs to be on the menu,” Niall said. “Then, once I finish with him, he and I can switch places, and I’ll take my time with ye while he gives me what I’ve been desperately needin’ for too damn long.”
Another damned hot fantasy. Or was it just a continuation of the previous one?
She didn’t care.
She was good with all of that, and more.
She wasn’t even mad at them for hooking up on the side without her, if it meant this was the benefit to her. They could hash that out later.
For right now, she wanted nothing to interrupt this. Her hottest fantasy come to life.
Sexy, delicious, hot and sweaty life.
Irish-brogue-speaking life.
Fuckballs.
Niall was damned hot, and no way in hell did she want this to stop.
* * * *
Niall had felt guilty last night as he lay in bed, alone, and stared at the ceiling. He’d thought about how dishonorable it was to sleep with Aden behind Etsu’s back.
About how easily he could manipulate Aden.
Wondering if he had manipulated him, or if the man really wanted to be with him.
Didn’t matter that Etsu had given consent to him to do what he wanted to Aden in the elevator. She’d been in trance and not exactly in a proper headspace to give informed consent.
Although it certainly seemed, from her reactions, that she was eager to see something between them and be a part of it. Like it’d been a long-term fantasy of hers, just like Aden said.
But had Aden really slept with him because he’d wanted to, or because it was easier to fall into the familiar ruts and hit all the triggers?
Still, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to admit to Aden what he’d done, that he had obtained her consent. Sort of. Technically. Emotionally raw, Niall knew they’d needed a conversation when they could both think—one where they were both fully clothed.
Plus he’d still been trying to process his own emotions about everything.
But now…
But right now, with his cock balls-deep in Etsu’s throat, and the hearty, all-in moans rolling from her sweet and sexy mouth, he wasn’t feeling anything other than totally victorious.
He’d been right.
He could make this work between them.
He would make it work.
Share Aden? Sure, if he had any chance whatsoever to be in his life again.
At this point, he didn’t care.
Wasn’t like Etsu was any slouch in the oral department. The beautiful girl had skills. Damned good skills. Skills rarely seen outside gay men who knew what the hell it was like having a flesh-and-blood peen attached to their damned body.
Except the last man he’d been with had been Aden.
The last person he’d been with, period.
The only man who’d ever truly owned his heart.
Like hell would he turn his back without fighting for a chance to be with him. With them.
“That’s it, pet,” Niall said. “Not goin’ to try to hold back with ye, but ye’d best hold it for me. Goes for ye, as well, Ade. Wait for me.”
Aden groaned, the kind of frustrated groan that only stiffened Niall’s cock even more. But Aden’s thrusts slowed, long and slow, so he’d last.
“Now, pet, I want ye to show me what my boy’s taught ye and drain my balls. Haven’t been with anyone since him, so I expect every drop to go right down that lovely throat of yers. And when I recover, I’ll send one up the other end to meet it.”
That must have struck a bulls-eye on a fantasy, because she moaned again, deep and needy and vibrating all the way through his body.
“Yes, all that’s for my pet. Every last drop of it.” He held her head in place and fought the urge to deeply fuck her mouth. He didn’t know if she’d like that or not, and damn sure didn’t want to risk triggering another asthma attack if he accidentally choked her.
But he didn’t need to. She deep-throated him, and as her nose pressed against his pubes he gasped and quit holding back his orgasm. The exquisite pleasure of her throat and tongue working along his cock as she swallowed his cum only prolonged and amplified every sensation, every throb, so strong it was almost painful.
“Now, Ade,” he gasped.
Aden picked up the pace and started pounding into her cunt. Niall reached under her, found her clit, and played with it. “You, too, pet. Let me hear what you sound like around my cock.”
She exploded, her moans threatening to harden him again even this soon as Aden added his own to the mix.
Niall’s mind flashed to a scene of the three of them in bed together, like this, and he wanted it so badly he could taste it.
Like a drug, a deep craving.
Whatever he had to do to make this work, he’d do it.
To have Aden, to have her with them.
As they recovered, Niall coaxed her into sitting up and he kissed her, tasting himself on her. “Very good, pet,” he whispered. “Such a good girl.” Her green gaze looked glazed and sated, well-fucked.
Happy.
“All better then, pet?”
She nodded and tried to cuddle against him.
Except the elevator decided to start moving again.
“Bloody hell!” He and Aden scrambled to their feet, helping her up, and it was a frantic race to pull down her skirt and tuck in their cocks.
As the elevator stopped ag
ain and the doors slid open, they turned and found about twenty people waiting to get in. He grabbed Etsu’s hand and dragged her out behind him while Aden scooped up her purse and inhaler and followed.
He ran into Cali and Eliza about to make a turn into a door marked Employees Only.
“Well, hello there,” Eliza drawled, her smirk telling Niall she knew exactly what they’d been doing. “In the future, I’d suggest using the service elevator.”
“Service elevator?”
She crooked a finger at them and led them through the unlocked door and around a corner.
“We’ve been using it. Those are starting to act up. One of them’s been shut down.”
“How do you know this one won’t act up?”
“Separate system. And they use it for housekeeping, so you know they’re going to keep it running.” It slid open and the women stepped on. “Going up?” Eliza smirked. “Or going down?”
Niall didn’t hesitate and stepped inside, leading Etsu and Aden following. He wanted privacy with Etsu and Aden to…talk.
Well, and hopefully more, but they definitely needed to talk after that.
As the doors slid closed, his gaze met Aden’s briefly before he looked at Etsu. Niall was still holding her hand, and he could see the tension in her as the elevator lurched to life.
“It’s always like this,” Cali said. “Kinda creaky, but hey, hardly ever a wait.”
Niall decided to be proactive and kissed Etsu, distracting her.
Eliza let out a low whistle. “Ooookay, then. Welcome back, Niall.”
Aden laughed. “You have noooo idea.”
Chapter Thirteen
None of them spoke as they headed down the corridor to Aden and Etsu’s room. Etsu would have questioned if the encounter in the elevator even happened, except she could still taste Niall’s cum in her mouth, felt Aden’s cum sliding out of her pussy and down her inner thighs…
And both men were holding her hands.
Holy shitballs!
When they reached their room, Aden seemed to need a moment to compose his thoughts. “I know this isn’t what you signed up for, sweetheart.”
“Uh, yeah. It’s better.”
Niall snickered. “She’s a lively one, isn’t she?”
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