Bedfellows

by Lola Leighton

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  With the promise of a special surprise in mind, the rest of my day went by in a snap, and before I knew it, I was sweeping up the hair of my last client and closing up shop for the day.

  When I walked through the door, I was greeted by the heavenly smell of toasted almonds and the heavenly sight of my two favorite guys preparing dinner in the kitchen. Well, one of my favorite guys was preparing dinner. Will was sitting at the counter, sipping water and chatting while Sullivan sautéed something green and healthy-looking.

  Will poured me a glass of wine, and dinner was ready within ten minutes. We chatted casually throughout dinner, they filled me in on demo day and I shared some stories of Tyler’s latest antics, and as easy as the conversation was, I was still dying to know what those two had up their sleeves.

  “So,” Sullivan began, swirling the berry-colored liquid in his wineglass, “Will and I have placed a bet.”

  “Oh?” I could feel an excited blush creeping over my neck.

  “We want to see how many times we can make you come,” Will said bluntly.

  I was sure the blush had taken over my face by that point. My heart pounded in my chest.

  “Do you?”

  They both nodded.

  Oh my.

  Without another word, Sullivan rose to his feet, and offered me his hand. The dinner dishes could wait. Will framed my other side as they guided me into the bedroom and up on the bed.

  Things started slow, with lots of kisses, and grinding, until I was soaking wet, and so ready to be naked. Will pulled my shirt off from over my head and unsnapped my bra a second later. It joined my shirt on the floor. And then his hot mouth was on my nipples, and Sullivan was unbuttoning my jeans.

  With my heartbeat pounding out a fast rhythm inside my ribcage, I watched in awe as Sullivan’s mouth moved to my pussy, treating me to slow, teasing licks, as Will continued sucking my firm nipples into his mouth. Way too soon, I was grabbing onto Sullivan’s hair and coming apart under the swirling of his skilled tongue.

  He raised his head from between my legs and gave me a crooked grin. “That’s one.”

  “My turn,” Will said, trading places with Sullivan so that he could bring his mouth to my core. Without giving me time to gather myself, or prepare, his wicked lips were moving against me, as sensation pooled low at the base of my spine all over again.

  Much sooner than I thought possible, my back arched and I gave a shout. “Will!”

  One thick finger pushed into me as Sullivan bit down lightly on my breasts.

  I came apart again.

  “Two,” Will murmured, voice husky.

  The next half hour passed this way until we passed number five, and I was breathless, boneless, and completely exhausted in a way I’d never experienced before.

  Lying back against the pillows, I peeked open one eye. Sullivan and Will were kneeling over me, both now stripped down to their birthday suits.

  “She’s exhausted,” Sullivan said.

  “We wore her out, I guess,” Will added.

  I tried reaching for them, but my arms felt limp and useless, dropping to the bed beside me. “It’s okay, I can …” I yawned and forgot what I was going to say mid-sentence.

  “She can’t handle us both right now.”

  “Flip a coin?”

  “Sounds good…but I’m not sure if I want ‘heads’ or ‘tails’ as my choice. What say you, Will?”

  “For sure, head—I mean, heads—for me.” And then they both looked down upon me like I was their queen and let the flip of a coin decide who got to pleasure me next.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Adrienne

  “Vegas, Baby!” Tyler and I squealed, clinking our apple martinis together and shimmying on our stools.

  “To becoming better color mixologists,” I giggled, raising my glass in the air.

  Tyler rolled his eyes. “If I have to hear one more bad hair pun, I’m going to stab someone with her own sheering scissors.”

  “Oh, come on, you love it.”

  “Girl, I love you, but if you keep this up, I’m ditching class tomorrow and taking myself to Cirque du Soleil.”

  Every year, the two of us flew to a different part of the country to attend a hair stylist training conference. We both loved what we did, and it was important to us to stay up to date on the latest trends and techniques. This year, we found a two-day training class in Las Vegas that looked perfect. And a little intense. We spent the entire day bouncing from lecture to demonstration to practice, but it was worth it. And we’d definitely earned ourselves a few drinks at the hotel bar.

  “Ugh, my feet are killing me,” Tyler sighed, examining a blister on the back of his heel.

  “I told you comfortable shoes would be a must,” I said, eyeing his lime green, pointed-toe, patent leather flats.

  “You only get one shot at a first impression.” He shrugged, lifting his leg into the air. “Better make it fabulous.”

  I laughed and rolled my eyes. “And the pink highlights aren’t enough of an impression?”

  “With a bunch of stylists? Girl, please. And look who’s talking, little miss fire engine red stilettos.”

  “Hey, I’m not the one complaining about foot pain.”

  “No, you’re the one who’s stalling.” Tyler crossed his legs and arched an eyebrow. “We’ve been gone for twenty-four hours, and you haven’t spilled a single detail about your crazy, three-way sex life.”

  A blush crept over my chest as my thoughts travelled to the other night.

  “I mean, what can I say? It’s incredible. Will and Sullivan are incredible. Best sex I’ve ever had, hands down. And the best boyfriends, if I’m being honest.”

  Tyler narrowed his eyes. “Two hunky, macho men who are great in bed? Shocking. Details, Adrienne, I need details.”

  “Well, for starters, fucking is like an Olympic sport for them.” I guess the liquor has loosened my tongue more than I thought. But my heart rate quickened just at the thought of what they could do. How they took turns pleasuring me until I was limp, useless putty in their arms. The two of them carrying me to the bed and then later to the shower was becoming a part of our routine.

  “Are we talking bronze medalist Olympics, or…?”

  “Oh, gold medalist, for sure. Both of them. They know what they’re doing.”

  “Two gold medalists? Lucky dicks … I mean, ducks.” Tyler downed his martini and shook his head. “And I thought I was doing well for myself.”

  “Honestly, the best part is how attentive they are. They’re both so thoughtful and loving…they make me feel completely worshipped.”

  Tyler’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, shit. Sounds like they’ve got the whole feelings thing down, too.”

  I nodded, my heart swelling in my chest. It was dawning on me that I’d be sleeping alone for the first time in a long time that night. And the thought of getting under the covers without Will and Sullivan’s hard, strong bodies on either side of me? Without their tender kisses and cuddles to wake me up? Let’s just say I wasn’t looking forward to it.

  “Here’s the real question,” Tyler said, cutting off my sad thoughts, “which one has a better dick? I’m not talking about size, we both know that’s subjective. I mean, which one feels more like…the right fit?”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Not a chance.”

  “Girl, now is hardly the time to play coy. It’s just you and me. And you know I can keep a secret.” He rested his elbows on the bar top, nodding slowly and giving me a mischievous grin.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “They’re both perfect.”

  Tyler wiggled his eyebrows.

  “And they both fulfill me in different ways, together they make this relationship the perfect combination of everything a woman could want,” I added with a wink.

  Tyler gasped, his eyes wide with excitement. “Ooh, we’ve got some variety going on here, I see. Even better, how fun for you. And I’m totally not the slightest b
it jealous.” His sly grin said otherwise.

  I smiled and shook my head. That’s about as much as I was willing to reveal about Will and Sullivan’s intimate details. I’m all for girl talk, but Tyler will probably meet them one day. And the thought of him looking at them with X-ray vision? Not exactly my idea of a good time.

  I pulled out my phone and checked the time—9:15. I knew it was two hours later for Will and Sullivan, but the thought of falling asleep without even talking to them made my heart sink. I swallowed the last of my apple-tini and hopped down from the barstool.

  “Be right back,” I told Tyler, then I made my way to an empty and quieter section of the lobby to call them.

  After a few rings, Sullivan’s voice greeted me. “Hey, babe. How’s Vegas?”

  I couldn’t help a huge grin spreading across my face at the sound of his voice. “Hi, Sull, Vegas is good. But it’d be even better if you and Will were here with me.”

  “Yeah? Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

  Something in his voice didn’t sit well with me, but I brushed it off. He probably just had a long day at work. The new house they were renovating had been keeping them so busy with repairs that hadn’t been expected.

  “How are you? How’s Will? What are you two up to?”

  “We’re good, you know, just hanging out at home. Business as usual.”

  “What did you end up making for dinner? Ours was catered, but I swear your food is better.”

  “Just grilled some steak and veggies.” His voice sounded flat. Strained.

  Worry began to gnaw at my insides. I was about to ask Sullivan what was going on when I heard it. Heard her. A woman’s voice in the background, talking to what sounded like Will. A voice I didn’t recognize. A voice I knew nothing about.

  The air rushed out of my lungs, and it felt like a lead weight was dropped in my stomach.

  What the fuck is going on?

  I’d only been gone one day, and while I would have sworn I knew them inside and out, believed everything I’d just told Tyler, now I was starting to realize, maybe I didn’t really know them at all.

  All I could muster to say to him was, “Tyler just came out of the bathroom, I better let you guys go. Talk to you later.”

  And I hung up the phone feeling that there was more than hundreds of miles separating the three of us than I’d have ever imagined.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sullivan

  Setting the vase in the center of the table, I dropped in the flowers and gave them a good once-over. I’d taken my time picking them out at the florist, and I wanted to make sure they looked perfect. Sighing, I took a few steps back to take in the view before me. With the lilies and the “welcome home” banner, the space looked a little more festive. I’d already assembled a cheese board, and the second Adrienne walked through the door, we’d pop open a bottle of champagne. Just as I was about to check the time, Will walked in and whistled.

  “Looks great,” he said, eyeing the flowers. “Lilies?”

  I shrugged. “They reminded me the most of her.” They were elegant and striking, and strong yet delicate at the same time.

  He nodded and took a seat at the counter. “When should she get here?”

  “Any minute now.”

  Like clockwork, the moment the words left my mouth, I heard a car door closing in front of the house. Adrienne’s coworker Tyler had parked his lime green roller skate of a car at the airport, and had insisted he’d drop her off on his way home.

  Will and I rose to greet her at the door, smiling broadly as it swung open. Even in yoga pants and a soft cotton t-shirt, Adrienne looked gorgeous. She’d only been gone a couple days, but the subtle stirring behind my zipper was enough of a reminder that I didn’t want her to ever leave again.

  “Welcome home,” I said, leaning in for a kiss. But before I could make contact, Adrienne turned her cheek, so my lips never met their intended target. I frowned. What the fuck? Not quite the hello I was expecting.

  “Let me take that,” Will said, grabbing her small suitcase and taking it to the bedroom hallway. He was better at hiding it, but I knew he was every bit as confused as I was.

  Adrienne didn’t say a word as she brushed past me into the kitchen, where she stood by the counter with her arms folded. She didn’t seem to notice the flowers or the banner. Or rather, if she did, she was choosing to ignore them.

  Will joined us in the kitchen, frowning at the tension between us. He gave me a quick look, and I returned it with a subtle shake of the head. Neither of us knew what was going on.

  “Can I get you anything? I made us a cheese board, and we have some champagne.” I pulled the bottle out of the fridge, ready to pop it open.

  “I heard a woman here last night,” Adrienne said, her eyes shooting daggers as they bore into mine.

  Shit.

  I set the unopened bottle on the counter, and Will and I exchanged a look.

  “Let’s sit,” Will said, motioning her over to the table.

  With her arms still crossed, Adrienne sat in the far chair, the look on her face angrier than I’d ever seen her. It was obvious, I’d fucked up last night by not telling her Layla was here when she called. Honestly, I just didn’t want to freak her out.

  “The woman you heard last night,” I began, folding my hands on the table, “was our ex. But it’s not what you think. Nothing happened. She just showed up out of nowhere, asking for another chance.”

  Adrienne’s face fell. Somehow the hurt look was even worse than the angry one. “And?”

  “We said no,” Will said, his eyes locked on hers.

  Adrienne sighed, a look of confusion washing over her face. She turned to stare out the window, still processing what she’d just heard.

  I had no idea she’d overheard Layla last night. Truthfully, she wasn’t here very long, and we’d sent her away. And while Will and I had no plans to hide the truth, I just figured we’d explain the scenario in person—after we made up for the lost time together.

  “She showed up here, she’d been drinking and had taken a ride here, and gotten dropped off. We let her in while we called a cab. And we only talked for a few minutes, but I think it helped her to get the closure she needed,” I said.

  Just when I thought we were in the clear, her eyes snapped back over to our faces—and she still looked pissed.

  “Listen,” she said, pushing her long, honey-colored hair out of her face, “if we’re going to be in this relationship we need to set some ground rules.”

  Will and I nodded, smart enough to know that it was our turn to listen.

  “If you had no interest in getting back together with her, why did you even let her in in the first place? And why were you so weird about it on the phone? You could have just told me what was going on instead of making it a secret the two of you were trying to keep from me since you didn’t want to tell me over the phone.”

  “I’m sorry, you’re right,” I said, a pit forming in my stomach. It killed me to think that she didn’t trust us. But I also knew we’d fucked up. She had every right to be mad, and we only had ourselves to blame.

  “No more secrets,” she continued. “The only way this is going to work is if we are all open and honest. It’s hard enough to trust one person in a relationship. But if it feels like two are ganging up on the other? Forget it. That’ll never work.”

  Echoes from her mom’s visit were reverberating around in my head at what she said and I wondered if Will and Adrienne were thinking the same thing.

  When she was finished, the three of us sat there in silence. Suddenly the decorations for the party seemed ridiculous. Part of me wanted to rip the welcome home banner off the wall and shove it in the trash.

  Adrienne stood up. “All I want to do right now is take a hot shower and go to bed.”

  As she left the room, Will and I watched in somber silence. He might not have been the most expressive guys around, but I always knew when Will was upset. And between the two of us,
the energy in the room was at an all-time low.

  We exchanged a look, and the air between us changed.

  “Fuck this,” Will grunted.

  I nodded, and we both rose to follow her. We were going to fight for our girl.

  Wordlessly, Will and I both knew what we had to do. We had to go after her. Show her how very sorry we were, how much we adored her. She had every right to be angry, but I couldn’t stand feeling that way for the rest of the night. We were going to make it up to her, one way or another.

  We entered the master bath, where steam was already fogging up the mirror. Will and I removed our clothes as we approached the shower door, admiring Adrienne’s perfect silhouette through the glass. We stepped into the shower, waiting on the other side of the water for her to allow us to join.

  “Do you have room for two more?”

  Adrienne turned, her wet hair cascading down over her shoulders, the intoxicating smell of her shampoo filling the air. Squaring her shoulders at us, she narrowed her eyes.

  “Have you two idiots learned your lesson?” Her voice was sharper, more demanding than I was expecting.

  “Yes,” Will said, voice firm.

  “So much, yes. We promise,” I added.

  Her eyes moved lazily over our bodies before she nodded, and the two of us moved to stand on either side of her. Soon, she was sandwiched between us, stroking us both along our chests and shoulders. It felt amazing to have the three of us together again, and it took every ounce of self-restraint to keep myself from grabbing her ass. Something told me we weren’t quite in the clear—not just yet.

  “I’ve thought of a way you both can make it up to me,” Adrienne said, patting our chests.

  Will and I stood in silence, awaiting her command.

  “I want you two to kiss.”

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Adrienne

  My heart was pounding as I looked from Sullivan’s face to Will’s, waiting for their answer.

  I’d challenged them to kiss. Something I’d been curious about for a while. Ever since Sullivan watched me pleasure Will that night, and then his late-night confession that he’d messed around with a guy in the past, my interest was piqued about what their boundaries were.