Any Way We Want

by Grey Cole

  She could make out her own expression in the glass—pupils blown, hair disheveled, clothes askew. Taking a few calming breaths, Luna closed her eyes tightly, but as soon as she did, images of the two men locked in a passionate embrace flooded her brain.

  Fuck me, Royce.

  Take every inch of me. You like that don’t you? When I pull your hair, you nearly come undone.

  Fuck yeah. Please, Royce.

  Luna would do anything to have those words lavished upon her, to be able to say those very things to them. So, she pretended they included her. That she was the object of their desire and they were hers. The little app on her iPad filled with the gay porn blogs she’d become addicted to after meeting the men had nothing on the heat those two created within her. She couldn’t have stopped her hands if she’d tried. The things had a mind of their own when they bunched her loosely flowing skirt around her waist and dove into her panties. Her fingers circled her clit for a moment before dipping into the searing wetness. She fingered herself hard for a moment, even throwing her own hand over her mouth to muffle the obscene noises threatening to bubble from her throat.

  When her clit throbbed with need, she pushed her thumb to it.

  Pressed.

  Teased.

  Pinched.

  Repeated the pattern again and again.

  When she felt herself on the verge of coming, Luna shoved both fingers in her vagina again.

  Rotated them.

  Spread them.

  She liked it rough. Fuck, did she like it rough. She held her breath, knowing that would make her orgasm all the more intense. Her head slammed back against the chair. Her hips circled to ride her fingers to the finish.

  Then her fingers were replaced by Royce’s. Fuck, but they were thick and demanding.

  She needed Shea too. She pinched her lips together so that she could remove her hand. That hand flew down to squeeze one nipple. Hard. It was Shea thumbing the bud and then twisting so hard, asking if she liked that. Yes, Shea. Just like that, Luna moaned.

  Royce told her to fuck his hand like she meant it, so she did. He needed to know she meant it. She cried out his name.

  She bent and bucked and writhed. Then she came.

  Silently.

  Harshly.

  Harder than she’d ever come before.

  Her men smiled at each other. Then at her. Then they kissed, almost chastely, counteracting the wild moment. They kissed her. She tasted them on each other. Royce pressed his fingers into her mouth, and Luna licked them clean before he removed them and sucked her tongue into his mouth.

  Luna’s body seemed to melt into the chair. Time was suspended. Her breaths were shallow and hot. Once she opened her eyes, she knew they would disappear, taking their sweet kisses and their panty-combusting commands with them. She almost couldn’t bear it. Right now, their presence was so strong she could almost feel it.

  With a deep sigh, she let her fingers fall from her mouth and her breast. Both hands dropped to the chair with a thud. She giggled again at how deeply sated she was.

  Only, her giggle seemed to echo. But it was deeper. Richer. More masculine.

  She was drunker than she thought.

  Luna’s eyes fluttered open and closed. Open and closed. She finally fixed her stare on the glass where twin gazes of amusement shone back at her. One an intense blue. The other a mesmerizing hazel.

  Too late to pretend embarrassment, Luna swallowed her nerves and met their eyes with her own.

  “Luna, dear girl,” Royce tsked, “if only we’d known.”

  Shea dipped his head and bit Royce’s shoulder. “God, if we’d known,” he groaned.

  Luna chose to believe that the champagne made her bold when she brazened, “And if you’d known?”

  “That’s simple, darling. We could have celebrated. The three of us. Together,” Royce declared.

  Inside, she gasped, even though she hoped she remained steadfast in appearance. But you’re both gay. Why would you want me? Her naïveté won in the end when she whispered, “But how would that even work?”

  Royce spun her chair around to face them as they sat perched on her desk. “Any way we want.”

  Chapter Nine

  Past: Everything to Lose, Everything to Gain

  Any way we want … The words rang repeatedly in her head over the last several weeks. Sometimes, she whispered them aloud as she stared at her reflection. Sometimes, she shouted them as she came, surrounded by visions of what they could be. Nothing had changed between them by any outward appearance. She and Royce and Shea continued to do many of things they did before they discovered her true feelings, only now it felt like, instead of hanging out with her two friends, she was being courted.

  Funny how fate decided to play this cruel trick on her. Wasn’t it exactly what she wished for when she first met them—and fantasized about at an unhealthy rate? Now, all she had to do was say the word and they could be hers, for however briefly.

  But, she knew herself. She couldn’t dissociate sex from the crazy-strong feelings she had for them. And therein lay the problem. The three of them had become best of friends. Then, she’d done something really stupid and unceremoniously fallen for the two men. If the three of them had hooked up and enjoyed each other before she’d become so attached to them, she could have had her fun and walked away with fond memories of a crazy little thing she did that one time. She was sure many women would maim or kill to be in her position, but she knew sleeping with them and having to walk away would crush her. Because even though they each had acknowledged their relationship would be more than just sex—since they were business partners and also had a deep, abiding respect for one another—Shea and Royce were forever. And, love for two is difficult enough. The three of them could never last, could they?

  The clinking of ice against glass got her attention, forcing Luna to shake off her dour thoughts and focus on the sexy male specimen sitting across from her. She was startled to find herself sitting alone with Royce in the hotel bar. His knowing grin was proof that she’d zoned out for quite a while.

  “I’m sorry,” Luna whispered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately.”

  Royce stretched his long frame against the booth, propping one arm along the backrest. His usually neat, wavy, black hair made a handsome mess on his head. Luna’s palms itched to reach over and smooth it back into place. Royce never looked a mess, unlike Shea, who made disarray look like an art form—a gorgeously desirable art form.

  Royce exhaled in a lingering sigh, again snapping her from her wayward thoughts. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Luna. In fact, I should be apologizing to you. Hell, Shea and I both owe you an apology.”

  Her brow wrinkled at that. They weren’t at fault for her deviant cravings, unless innate sex appeal had become a punishable offense. “No, it’s all me. I can’t stop thinking about you two. Wanting you two,” she clarified. She felt her cheeks warm with an embarrassed blush. “You’ve done nothing to encourage that. You’ve just been yourselves.”

  “Well,” Royce began, “we are sorry if we planted unwelcome ideas in your head and for the way we spied on you that night. Honestly, we heard a noise and only meant to investigate. We were turning to go when we realized what you were up to, but then …”

  “Then?” She prompted, ignoring the ridiculous notion of “unwanted ideas.”

  Royce’s blue eyes burned into her own. “You whispered Shea’s name. Then, shouted mine.” He gave a nervous laugh and a sheepish grin. “Fuck. You were so hot. And it seemed like you were hot for us. We couldn’t help ourselves.”

  “I wish I could take you both up on your offer, but I just … can’t.”

  “You want us. We want you. Don’t see the problem there.”

  “Wanting the two of you is not the problem, Royce. You and Shea,”—The images of you two together … make me squirm. Add me to the mix and … whoa—“are the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. I know it would be incredible.”

  “Tha
t good and more.” He gave her that all-knowing Royce look, making her shift and swallow hard. “Again, don’t see the issue, Luna darling.”

  Glancing around to make sure there were no sudden eavesdroppers, Luna then leaned in and voiced some of her fears. “You’ve been together for years. Why would you want me? Why would you want a third?”

  “Like we told you before, Shea and I like to play with others. Usually, it just evolves naturally. With a friend. Sometimes a guy. Other times a girl. This connection, though, would be new for us too.” He paused, seemingly deep in thought before shaking his head and continuing. “There are things you could do for us that no other could. And the things that we can do for you … your wildest dreams come to life,” he finished with a cocked brow and a teasing glint in his eye.

  A shiver raced up and down her spine as she considered his words and the fantasy that could become her reality if she had the courage to say yes. It was a proposal that had haunted her, caressed her, for weeks on end. These two men who were her partners first then quickly became her friends … the three of them? In a relationship? Because they had both made it clear—it would be more than just sex. No relationship was guaranteed to last forever. Could she throw caution to the wind? Go with what felt good? What she desired?

  “It just seems so foreign to me, a polyamorous relationship. Is that just a fancy way of saying anything goes? I mean, do you both sleep with other people as well?”

  “No, Shea and I are just as committed as we’ve ever been, and we would ask that you are too. If you’re not getting what you need from us, you’ll tell us and we’ll figure it out, even if that means we have to let you go. We’re honest with each other about our needs, but we don’t fuck around without each other. We’re definitely not in an open relationship. Matter of fact, I would kick his ass if I found out otherwise. You may have noticed I have a pretty fierce possessive streak when it comes to my man,” Royce smirked.

  “I have. That’s why I have a hard time wrapping my brain around this. You seem to have everything with each other. Why would you want to risk screwing that up?”

  “The truth of the matter is that Shea and I hit a wall in our relationship some time back, but instead of trying to live our lives contained by it, which would have resulted in us becoming resentful, we blasted through the damn thing and made our own rules. We respect each other and the people we’re with—no one gets hurt—and Shea and I are stronger than ever.”

  “I guess that’s my biggest fear,” Luna said with a shrug. “One of us getting hurt.”

  “We care for each other too much to hurt another.” Royce cupped her hand with his as it rested on the table and gave it a little squeeze.

  That’s true, but sometimes that’s the worst kind of the hurt—the kind that’s inadvertent and all-powerful. Instead of saying that, Luna just nodded. She wanted this, and she was going in fully aware that she would be the one to get hurt. But in return, she knew she’d never experience anything like this with anyone else in this world.

  Then Royce said the thing that she had needed to hear all along, even though she had been unaware of exactly what that was. “I think the way this is developing is kinda like me and Shea. We were attracted to the other early on, but we fought that because we saw the potential of something more, something bigger than just sex. We became essential to each other, like family. Then when we finally did give into our attraction, what we had to build on was fucking stronger than anything else.”

  Deciding that she had fortified her heart enough, Luna decided she was willing to risk it. She flipped her hand over and wound her fingers around Royce’s, letting a smile reach her eyes. She let that speak for her instead, knowing that Royce would cringe at the cheesy sentiments her heart placed on the tip of her tongue.

  Before she could remove her hand, Shea slid into the booth next to her. His thigh wedged against hers, so she made to scoot over, but the hand on her thigh made her pause. Swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat, she glanced at him and smiled wider at his soft expression.

  “Shea, do you want to kiss Luna?” Royce asked from across the booth. Luna’s eyes darted to Royce’s then Shea’s. Their desire for her was palpable. Her impossibly sweet dreams had come to life.

  Shea’s eyes moved across her face, slowly assessing every inch, not bothering to mask his desire for her. “Yes,” Shea finally answered. “Can I kiss you, Luna?”

  She merely nodded.

  “You have to say it,” he teased.

  Luna didn’t waste a second more. “Kiss me, Shea.” Shea’s hand tightened on her thigh while his other came to rest on her nape. Luna tilted her head, beckoning those full, smiling lips forward. Then they were on hers. Gentle. Reassuring. They moved over hers for a moment more before Luna fisted her hand in Shea’s shirt and pressed closer, making her need known. She darted her tongue out for a first taste of Shea, and he didn’t disappoint, opening his mouth to her. She slid her tongue against his and felt his quick intake of breath before matching her movements. His tongue tangled with hers before he leaned back and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth. Shea nibbled on the over-sensitive flesh before soothing it with his wet tongue. The twin groans that reached her ears fueled her own needy moan.

  Royce cleared his throat. “Shea, I think it’s time we took this upstairs. Check paid?”

  Shea placed a parting kiss on the corner of her mouth. His grip around her neck tightened slightly. “Umm, hmm,” he muttered.

  “Let’s go see what trouble we can get into,” Royce laughed.

  Luna’s desire warred with good sense. “Wait,” she protested, her hand coming up to grip Shea’s. “I …”

  “Luna, if you don’t want this, just say the word. Nothing has to change.” His tone remained patient.

  “I want this,” she stated, meeting first his eyes and then Royce’s. “I just need you both to know something before we go any further.”

  “Let’s hear it,” Royce said. Shea nodded his agreement.

  “I know that we’re going to try something new—a relationship between the three of us. And I know that no relationship comes with a guarantee, but you need to know that I treasure what we have as is. You feel like my family. Our business feels like our baby.” She smiled at the men. “I know it’s your brain child, and I know that you are already family to one another. But, I’ve never felt more at home than I do when I’m with the two of you. If this”—she gestured between the three of them—“doesn’t work out or, God forbid, goes sideways, I just need to know that we’ll be able to protect all of that.”

  “Luna, you asked why Royce and I wanted you and why you are different for us than others we’ve played with. Well, it’s both simple and complicated. We wanted you from day one.” Shea laughed and shook his head. “We joked that as much as we wanted you for our company, we hoped you’d turn the job down and join us in the bedroom instead. But, you didn’t, and we both worked to keep our minds out of the gutter. We did a good job of it, but what could have been just a fleeting lust morphed into something more as we got to know you. Now, knowing you feel something like that too, we’re eager for you to be a part of our lives in every way.”

  The fact that Shea’s words nearly mirrored those of Royce’s was proof positive that they had both considered all the factors and weren’t just jumping into what would feel good for the moment. They truly wanted to explore this incredible connection that thrummed between them. “Then we’re all on the same page,” Luna determined.

  Chapter Ten

  Past: A New Bond

  Luna’s mind was no longer a scary place to be. Anticipation and excitement now vied for her attention. Even though they’d been dancing around what they had wanted for weeks, laying things out so openly and so honestly brought a sense of calm and purpose to her. That peaceful feeling was shattered once they’d entered the elevator, though, when Shea had come to stand to one side of her and Royce on the other. Royce leaned in and shared an amusing story fr
om one of the clients they’d met with earlier in the day. Shea laughed and nudged her, asking her to tell Royce about the time they’d helped one of their married contacts unlock his cell phone, only to be treated to an open hookup app with a very telling picture. Shea and Luna laughed as they recalled how mortified the poor man was as he stammered out an apology for the embarrassing moment. Shea had assured him they were very “open-minded.”

  “Why didn’t just tell him you were bi, Shea?” Royce asked, and in that exact moment, a fingertip traced over the small of her back. “Probably would have made him feel more at ease.”

  “No way, wasn’t in the mood to get hit on,” Shea muttered. Her eyes widened as she felt the unmistakable brush of another fingertip skating across her upper hip. Luna couldn’t help but hold still, she wanted to relish their every touch, and she suddenly seemed afraid to break the spell of that easy familiarity.

  “Such an arrogant ass,” Royce asserted.

  Shea laughed. “No, I just saw the pic he had opened and knew I’d be in for a world of shit if I gave him an opening.”

  “Probably smart, baby,” Royce agreed. Then, the pressure of the fingertips increased slightly as they caressed and lingered. Finally, she glanced to the numbers lighting up on the panel, praying for a quicker ride to the top floor where the men had a suite. Luna almost groaned in impatience. Just before their floor lit up, two lingering hands moved simultaneously and linked. She pictured them holding each other’s hands against the small of her back and thought it was probably the most beautiful thing she’d ever imagined. As if to reward her for that thought, she felt each of them sweep their thumbs across the curve of her spine. Gooseflesh broke out at the simple, yet declarative touch. She couldn’t believe that she was about to find out how these two men made love. To each other. To her. Luna was almost giddy with anticipation.