Dare to Surrender

by Jeanne St. James

  Grant moved his tray to the floor on his side of the bed, but not before getting a glob of preserves on his finger. He slipped the right side of her gown down and dabbed the jam on that nipple.

  With a quick eye flick to each other and a smile, they both dipped their heads and sucked in a nipple.

  Olivia arched her back on a gasp, her hands wrapping around both their heads, holding them to her. Not that there was any chance that he or Grant were going anywhere anytime soon.

  Then he felt Grant’s warm breath against his ear. “Kiss me.”

  Eli released her nipple and said, “Vraiment délicieux.” He took Grant’s mouth, their tongues tangling, the taste of the preserves making the kiss even sweeter.

  “Very delicious,” Olivia translated.

  When they separated, Grant said, “Agreed.”

  Again, they each took one of Olivia’s nipples into their mouths, making her cry out. Eli dragged the bedcovers down her legs and pushed up her long nightgown. Finding her damp heat, he slipped his middle finger inside her. She was wet and ready.

  He was ready, too. And he could imagine so was Grant. He didn’t need to see the evidence. Adding a second finger, Olivia’s hips bucked upward as he thrust in and out of her. Grant’s hand brushed his as he circled and teased her clit.

  Eli only lifted his head long enough to groan, “Tell us when you’re going to come.” Then he scraped his teeth over the hard tip of her nipple and then sucked it deep once more.

  “I...” Then she moaned loudly as her body convulsed against them. Eli could feel the strong contractions around his fingers and once they subsided, he slipped them from her. Both men sat up, and Eli wrapped his hand around the back of Grant’s neck and pulled him close again, pressing his slick fingers to his husband’s lips. Grant licked along his digits and then sucked them into his mouth with a groan.

  When he was done savoring her juices, Grant kissed Olivia, who now leaned against the headboard like a ragdoll, loose and relaxed.

  “Did I say I liked this breakfast in bed concept?” she asked once Grant released her mouth. “I was wrong. I love it.”

  * * *

  “Me, too, but breakfast isn’t over yet,” Grant said with what he was sure was a big, dumb grin on his face. It probably mirrored the one Eli wore.

  He still had this crazy notion that this whole thing wasn’t real. He had a difficult time wrapping his head around the fact that he and Eli had a woman sleeping in their bed. Not just sleeping, either. And not just in their bed but between them. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that his relationship with his husband would take this turn.

  He’d watched Rayne, Trey and Gryff’s relationship for the past year or so in fascination as it developed and bloomed. Well, once Gryff stopped wanting to pound Trey into the ground. But now they were happy and completely in love. Same with Gryff’s brother Grae with Paige and Conner. Another very unconventional relationship that worked and thrived.

  And they weren’t the only committed threesomes he knew. Paige’s brother, Logan, was in one, too. Was polyamory becoming more accepted in general?

  Grant didn’t know. Nor did he care. If that was something that he and Eli wanted to partake in, then they would. The people who judged them could go jump off a cliff. Love was love.

  Not that it was love in this case. At least, not yet. He loved Eli completely, but Liv... this was still all very new. But he could see himself, and even Eli, falling in love with her. Wanting her to remain a permanent part of their lives.

  Again, it was crazy, and the idea made his head spin. But he certainly was open-minded about it. As long as nothing jeopardized his marriage, then he’d be good with it.

  However, right now, he needed to stop worrying about how unbelievable all of this was and just enjoy what, or who, literally landed right into their lap.

  This morning, he was in the mood to take control, so he tossed the covers back from all of them. “Nightgown off, Liv.”

  Since it was gathered around her hips and waist, it didn’t take much for her to shimmy out of it and toss it aside. A flush rushed up from her chest into her cheeks and her eyes gleamed. He could only hope from anticipation.

  “Seems like mon cher mari is taking control this morning, hmm?”

  “Taking control as well as taking you,” Grant informed him matter-of-factly as he climbed off the bed. “You want her facing you or from behind?”

  “From behind, mon amour, since I have a feeling that’s how you’ll be taking me.”

  “Yes, I will,” Grant confirmed. “Everyone off the bed. Liv, come to me.”

  After crawling off the bed, she came to stand in front of Grant, blinking up at him with parted lips, her breath panting just slightly from between them. He placed his hand at her throat, feeling her pulse beat quick and strong.

  “Do you want this?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, her eyes unfocused and hooded, her nipples puckered tight.

  “Do you want Eli to fuck you?”

  “Yes.” Her hands came up to cup her breasts and squeeze them.

  “Are you wet for him?”

  “I am,” she breathed.

  “Show me.”

  She slipped a hand between her legs as Eli approached from behind, pressing his chest into her back and snaking an arm around her waist.

  She brought her hand back up, her fingers as slick as Eli’s had been earlier after her first orgasm of the morning.

  Grant hoped they’d give her many more.

  He took her fingers into his mouth and did exactly what he’d done with Eli’s. He licked and sucked them clean, savoring her taste. “Again,” he demanded. “For Eli.”

  She repeated what she had just done, inserting her fingers deep inside herself, her face softening as she did so, then held her hand over her shoulder as Eli wrapped his mouth around her fingers.

  Grant didn’t have to touch her to notice her body quivered.

  “Mmm, ma chérie, merci pour le partage. Thank you for sharing.”

  “I should be thanking you two,” she murmured.

  Grant grabbed her hips, and spun her around while Eli moved away. “Put your hands flat on the mattress. Yes, that’s it, honey. Ass in the air. Like that. So beautiful.” He peeked a glance at Eli. “Tempting, right?”

  “Very,” Eli agreed as he moved away to grab a condom and the lube and quickly returned.

  Eli handed the lube to him, then rolled a condom down his own dark, thick length. He stepped behind Liv, sliding the tip of his latex covered cock up and down her pink, swollen folds. Grant didn’t miss the tremor in her arms and legs.

  “She wants you badly, big man.” Grant ran a hand down Eli’s spine. “Just as much as I want you.”

  “Then take me, mon cher mari,” Eli whispered as he lined himself up and thrusted forward, sinking deep into Liv.

  Her gasp and Eli’s grunt made Grant close his eyes and stroke his cock. Eli didn’t hold back, instead he thrusted hard and deep into Liv. With Grant’s eyes closed, just listening to the two of them, along with the slap of their flesh made the precum gather at the head of his cock. Opening his eyes, he swirled it around, spreading it with his thumb, then moved behind Eli, watching the play of his muscles along his back, his ass, and his thighs as he took Liv over and over. His husband pulled at Liv’s nipples, not being gentle at all, and none of the sounds escaping her made it seem that she didn’t enjoy any of it. Grant appreciated a little rough play. And if Liv kept showing signs that she enjoyed it, too, it made this situation so much better.

  He popped the cap on the lube and coated his length with a generous amount. After closing it, he tossed it onto the bed and shuffled forward to press the crown of his cock in between Eli’s muscular ass cheeks. He pressed a hand to Eli’s back. “Bend over, baby.”

  Eli leaned over, covering Liv completely, grinding his hips against her ass. Grabbing Eli’s cheeks, he separated them, lined himself up and powered forward. “That’s it, baby. Take all
of me.” Eli released a long, low groan as Grant filled him completely. “That ass is mine, baby. Mine.”

  Eli had stilled when Grant entered him, but now he started to move slightly, getting the feel of the position and all three of them in a line. This was a position that made the middle person set the pace, but it gave Grant an opportunity to watch Eli fuck Liv, to feel the clenching and releasing of his husband’s muscles which made him lose his breath at the sudden tightness.

  Grant leaned forward to reach around Eli, grabbing Liv’s hair and tugging it back roughly, making her neck arch until it couldn’t bend any further. “Like that, honey? Does that feel good? Do you like me pulling your hair?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Fuck, mon amour, she’s squeezing me so tightly.”

  Eli’s ass was just as tight, and Grant’s eyes rolled back for a moment as he tried to gather himself. “Just like you’re doing to me... Hold still for a minute, baby,” Grant panted.

  When he did, with one hand on Eli’s hip and the other wrapped in Liv’s hair, Grant began to pound Eli’s ass. He was not gentle at all. Instead, he took his husband hard and fast until he had to make himself slow down, or he’d come. Circling his hips, he ground against Eli, then leaned over and bit him where his neck and shoulder met.

  Eli jerked beneath him, making Liv cry out with the movement.

  “Fuck me, please,” she begged, and Eli turned his head to glance at Grant.

  He straightened and smacked Eli’s ass. “Do your thing, I will enjoy the ride,” he jerked the fistful of Liv’s hair he held, “and holding onto the reins.”

  “Don’t be afraid to tell him if he’s too rough, ma chérie.”

  “I like it,” she breathed.

  With a smile, Grant trailed his tongue up Eli’s spine, making the man shudder. He traced the outer shell of Eli’s ear with the tip of his tongue before pressing his mouth close. “Fuck her good, baby. Make her come. I want to hear her whimper as she takes that big cock of yours. I want to hear you as I give you mine.”

  “Donne-moi tout ce que t’as.”

  Give me everything you have.

  Eli groaned as he slammed back against Grant, then pushed forward, slamming into Liv. Eli took over, controlling the pace. Every once in a while, his body would hiccup when Grant would do something like reach around and squeeze his sac or twist his nipple hard. He would almost lose it every time Eli’s muscles flexed and his slick canal would clench his cock tight.

  He had no idea how Eli was keeping himself together for so long. He knew how difficult it was when Eli and Liv both rode him last night. It might not have been a marathon session, but it was sure worth the fast, intense orgasms that they all had.

  Their sex life had never been lacking and they enjoyed it quite often, but Grant had a feeling they would be fucking more than ever with Liv involved.

  And he wasn’t going to complain about that.

  “Tell me,” Grant demanded as Eli tensed.

  “Fuck... she just came.”

  It was hard to miss since Liv had cried out that she was, but he liked to hear Eli tell him anyway. “Make her come again, baby. And when she does, I’m going to come in your ass.” Grant trailed fingers over Eli’s sleek dark skin, feeling his muscles working hard. “Do you want that, Elliott? Do you want me to come deep inside you? Do you want me to fill you up?”

  “Yes, mon amour.”

  “Then make her come.” He wanted to add “quickly” to that because he was hanging by a thread. Being deep inside his husband while watching the man make Liv squirm and cry out beneath him was a dangerous thing.

  Dangerous for his control. Or lack thereof.

  Suddenly, Eli reared back, slamming Grant in the chest. Grant released her hair as Eli twisted Liv around and jerked her legs up. With another jerk he sank into her once more with a grunt. Grant reached around and helped hold her legs up since only the top of her shoulders and her head now remained on the mattress. Grant slid in and out of Eli as he pounded Liv at a pace that was now frenzied. Leaning over, Eli sank his teeth into Liv’s breast and her body bowed as she cried out. She raked her nails over Eli’s shoulders and screamed that she was coming.

  Breath rushed out of Grant in relief. He was just about to blow as it was.

  “Come inside me,” Eli told him as he curled his body over Liv and took her mouth, capturing her whimper.

  Eli didn’t have to tell him twice. As Eli stiffened, Grant reached around and circled the very root of him with his fingers, feeling the strong pulses as he came deep inside Liv, and with a groan, Grant let himself go, his cum releasing in intense spurts deep inside Eli.

  Once again, he’d marked Eli as his. His husband, his lover, his partner for life.

  As Grant disengaged from him, he brushed a kiss over the scratches Liv left behind on Eli’s shoulder.

  Then it hit him. His husband, his lover, his partner for life was no longer only his.

  Chapter 13

  Liv groaned. With a fully belly of Grant’s delicious breakfast and now completely sated sexually, a distant buzz was disturbing their cozy nap. Three sets of entangled limbs were partially covered with sheets half on the bed and half on the floor.

  The satisfaction level of being sandwiched between two amazing men was off the charts. As long as they were both willing, she planned on staying in their bed for the remainder of her stay instead of moving back into the spare bedroom.

  Being in bed was so much more satisfying when you had two hot, virile men in it.

  “Who could that be?” Grant grumbled, lifting his head from her breast he was using as a pillow.

  “I was wondering the same thing, mon amour.” Eli’s voice was thick with sleep. With an irritated sigh, he sat up after unwrapping his legs from Liv’s. He picked up his cellphone and hit the power button. “It’s eleven.”

  “Don’t care if it’s three in the afternoon, tell whoever it is to go away,” Grant grumbled again, snuggling deeper against Liv. She silently agreed with him, as she trailed her fingers up and down his back.

  “Apparently this is going to be Bossy Saturday for mon amour.”

  Liv turned her face away from Eli to hide her giggle.

  With another sigh, Eli climbed from the bed as the buzz sounded again. He yanked on a pair of long, loose shorts he snagged from the floor and left the room.

  Grant tipped his eyes up to her. “Do you think I’m too bossy?”

  Liv widened her eyes and dragged her fingers through his dark hair and then over his barely-there beard. “Mmm.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “I know.”

  The arm Grant had thrown over her waist squeezed her tighter. “You don’t like it.”

  “I like it, but there’s a time and place for it.”

  “Eli has his moments, too.”

  “Yes, he does,” she agreed. She’d been on the receiving end of some of his demands.

  “Always feel free to tell us if you don’t like something. Eli and I are a partnership. We want you to feel the same, that we’re all equal.”

  “I will.” Though she said it, she wasn’t sure if it really mattered. Hopefully, Randall Dean would get caught soon and she’d be free to go back to living her life. Even if it meant some extra people in it.

  Her “new” family consisted of a lot more than just her brother now. She definitely needed to sit down with him, have some long discussions and take the time to rebuild that bond that was broken when she left him behind.

  Her heart squeezed with guilt every time she thought about it.

  “How long can it take to tell someone to get lost?” Grant murmured against her skin as he placed a kiss between her breasts.

  His answer was Eli appearing in the doorway.

  “Finally,” came from Grant.

  “Get dressed and come downstairs. You, too, Olivia. In something other than that nightgown. Gryff’s here with Rayne. And though I know she picked that out for you, I’d prefer that ou
r boss doesn’t get an eyeful of you in it.”

  “Mmm. Agreed,” Grant said. His head twisted to look up at her. “See? He’s bossy, too.”

  “That he is,” she said with a smile.

  Ignoring them, Eli moved into the room, grabbed a T-shirt from the dresser drawer and pulled it over his head.

  With a soft groan, Grant rolled from the bed to find something to wear.

  “Do you want me to grab something from the spare bedroom?”

  Liv noticed that Eli didn’t say “your room.” That could mean he wanted her to stay in their room for the duration, also.

  Or maybe she’s just reading too much into it.

  “Baby, do that. There’s no point in her getting dressed twice. And then this way whatever you pick out will be acceptable in your eyes,” Grant informed him with a smirk.

  “There’s not much to choose from,” Liv told them both.

  “What you wore to the firm will be fine. We’ll get you more clothes soon. That’s probably why Rayne is here.” Then he was gone and back with the jeans and shirt she had worn the day she arrived at the law firm.

  She took the clothes from him and got dressed. As soon as they were all decent, she and Grant filed down the stairs on Eli’s heels. He led them into the family room, where her brother’s lovers waited. But there was no sign of Trey.

  Gryff’s dark eyes landed on her immediately and he studied her carefully. “Everything good here, Olivia?”

  “Liv, please. And yes, everything’s fine. Why?”

  Gryff’s eyes flicked to Eli and then back to her. “Just wondering since we tried to call and text all three of you and only received silence as an answer. So we decided to drive over.”

  Rayne made a noise and hooked an arm around Gryff’s waist, patting his stomach with her hand. “We know you’re fine. Don’t we, Boss? We just wanted to give you a heads up that we were dropping off some gift cards for online clothing stores. I was supposed to give them to Eli yesterday, but I got waylaid with a difficult client. However, we wanted to make sure you shopped ‘til you drop today even if it’s online.” She approached Liv, holding out a small gift bag.