* * *
Ren and I share a passion for art—always have. I remember at a young age, he’d sit on the back deck for hours with his sketch pad while Zander and Landon were in the pool. He’d draw them in great detail, especially Landon. It should have been evident then, the intense feelings the two men shared.
I walk into their modernly sleek home and, steel and glass adorn the entire place. I’d call it a bit sterile for my taste—but beautiful still the same—and more so, totally them.
“Wow, guys, your house is amazing,” I add, about the home I could coin a glass castle in the middle of the woods.
“Thanks, we’ve designed every inch of it, ourselves,” Landon answers.
Ren’s arms wrap around the back of his boyfriend’s waist, his lips to his ears. “Now tell me, who actually designed it, baby?” The emotion these two bring into my life, by their affection, is something I can’t quite articulate. But it’s beautiful. They’re beautiful.
With my bags in the foyer of these men’s masterpiece, I gaze out into their perfect backyard. “Wow, you guys do it upright, don’t you?” I spin around, the entire living room and kitchen of the downstairs in my line of sight, along with a floating staircase. “Wow, guys, this place is huge. It’s just you two, right?”
Landon and Ren exchange a sideways glance with one another as Landon imparts, “For now.”
Whatever the hell this means, I’m going to leave it alone. Marriage is in the future for them, along with a family. It sends pangs of loss up my spine, and I’m not sure why. Neither one of these men has ever been mine, and honestly, if I had ever been given the opportunity with one, I’d never have been able to choose.
“Listen,” I begin. “I don’t mind spending the night alone. You two should go out and have a romantic evening together.”
Landon ambles over to me, the tic in his jaw obvious. When he grabs the suitcase from my hand, he turns to Ren. “Hey, honey, why don’t you two get comfortable? I’ll start on the steaks after I get Abs room ready for her.”
Swinging his arm around me, Ren follows his man's instructions. “You heard the bossy son of a bitch—but this isn’t an order I have a problem following.”
The living room isn’t far, and he stops me right in front of a fireplace, and spins me around, lowering me a couple of steps back onto their sectional couch.
“So, Abigail, what is your choice of drink? Beer, wine, whiskey?”
He covers my favorites. They are the only three things I drink, and I wonder if this is a good guess or if he knows me better than I’d thought.
“How about some wine?”
He walks around the wall, disappearing before me. He returns, handing me a chilled white Chardonnay and Cabernet at room temperature. The man understands how to serve a good glass.
“How about, we start with the Chardonnay, while we let the Cabernet breathe,” I offer.
“Great idea, my sweet Abigail.” With his beautiful name for me, my face blushes. His eyes intensely study me, and when his wink catches my own eyes locking on him, the room becomes hot—smoking hot like these two men are.
“Okay, you two. I have this beauty ready in her guest room for the night. Do we want to get this party started?” Landon’s eye of sight lands on the two bottles of wine, and in his little snicker, he continues, “Good job, honey, you took me at my words. It looks like the party is already starting.”
Landon’s long and lean body joins me on the couch. With his white-blonde hair, and yellow-green eyes, his attention is on me, sending shivers throughout my body. Taking his fingers to my chin, he tips it to look me in the eye. “We’re so happy you’re with us tonight, sweet girl. We’ve missed you.” He leans in, and when I think his lips will touch mine, he moves to the side, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek.
“You know, this right? We’ve missed you in our lives, Sweet Abigail.” Ren, in his more seriousness, only ever calls me Abigail when Landon prefers the simple and relaxed Abs.
As Ren’s body, along with his tone, envelops me, my body is screaming for release. But this can’t be their artful seduction. I’ve only ever known them to have eyes for one another. I must be reading their affection for me, like the steamy novels I love on my kindle.
“So, tell me.” Landon is standing instantly. “How do you like your steak?”
My mind is foggy, at best, with lust for these two. I can’t think. I can’t speak.
“My sweet Abigail.” Ren’s words next to me penetrate the fog that’s taken over me. “Earth to Abigail,” he says again.
“Um, medium rare, please,” I finally stammer out, with their effect on me causing temporary insanity to take over.
“A girl after my own heart.” Ren stands immediately, and I take a couple of seconds by myself to ready my mind and my body.
He hands me my coat, pulling me up toward him. “Landon is lighting the outside fireplace, sweetheart, let’s join him outside while he cooks our steaks.”
“Wait, how do you randomly have enough steaks? You didn’t know I was coming.” My question hangs in the air, but his reply is quick.
“We stopped at the store on the way to you. It was when we planned our night, only wanting our sweet Abigail as our company.” His little smirk is sexy as sin and my heart melts immediately at their thoughtfulness.
Before I know it, we’re outside with the wine, warming up in front of their beautiful fireplace, all three of us, drinking and laughing about so many memories I’ve forgotten over the years.
“Are you telling me, it was you who was responsible for all the garlic on the pizza I ate, the night of my first date with Tony Mariano?” I ask when Ren shamelessly tells on Landon.
“What can I say? Ren, Zander and I knew that guy was a mega jerk. We just helped the demise of the relationship along a little.”
I lean forward, smacking his arm. “Fuck, Abs, for a girl, you hit hard. You’re going to leave a bruise.”
“Serves you right, asshole,” I jest, as the smug jerk stands.
“All right, Rocky—duly noted.” He almost saunters to the grill, obviously still pleased with himself for the cruel joke he played on me over eleven years ago. “Dinner is served.” And he disappears into the house when Ren laces his fingers with mine.
“He had always been very protective of you. And sure, your own brother hated the punk. But Landon was jealous because if he couldn’t have you, nobody could.”
Ren’s sentence doesn’t entirely make sense, not at first, then it hits me. “Wait, you guys were just starting to admit you had feelings for one another, around that time.”
He pushes himself up from the outdoor patio furniture, bringing me with him, my chest bumping into his. “We love who we love. It’s never been about gender for us. It’s the one thing that has always forged our souls together.” He drops a kiss on my forehead, leaving me more confused than when their large bodies had surrounded me on the couch earlier.
* * *
Dinner is amazing. Landon has prepared a Caprese salad, and a cold pasta with green olives in a pesto wine sauce, along with the steaks. Forcing my plate back, my poor stomach has been pushed to the point of overindulgence.
“Hell, boys, if I ate like this every night, I’d never be able to zip my jeans.”
Both men look at me, then at each other and then back at me. “Ah, honey, you can use a little bit of meat on your beautiful body. Wouldn’t bother me for one second,” Landon tells me.
I square my face with Landon’s, narrowing my gaze in on him. “If that is supposed to be a compliment, you failed miserably.”
He shrugs, apparently ready to own his statement, when Ren begins to clarify. “I think what my fine man means, our sweetest Abigail, is your body, regardless, will always be a turn on. Don’t ever doubt this.”
What are these men doing? They’ve never once acted this way before. If I didn’t know any better—and at this point, it’s a crapshoot guess—I would almost wager, this is seduction at its most original and
awkward attempt.
“Well, thanks,” I purposely stammer my words, then continue, “for the backhanded compliment.”
Still sitting in the dining room, open between the kitchen and living room, both men begin to laugh. “Ah, we’ve missed you, Abs, a fuck ton. Is there any way to convince you to stay more than just one day?” Landon asks.
Do they want me with them? My body has never been more turned on and confused at the same time.
“Sorry, if my car isn’t a quick fix, I’ll just rent one. This is the only time my best bitches and I can get together. We don’t have another opening for the six of us, until next year, almost eighteen months from now. Shayna is due in Milan next week for a photoshoot, Lily is still in her residency, Jess has been promoted to CFO of her company, Cara leaves on her six-month deployment, having been promoted to Lieutenant Commander, and Makenzie is working on a patent for something genius she’s created.”
“It sounds like the bitch squad is all very successful, good for you.” He stops. “We were kidding anyway; we know how much you love your bitches.” His words don’t carry understanding—more fear, dream, and maybe even anxiety. “But,” his tone changes instantly, “We’ll only let you go if you promise to visit more often.”
Picking up my wine glass, I raise it when their glasses clink with mine. “Now, I’ll drink to that,” I say.
After a dessert of Tiramisu, they lead me upstairs, past their bedroom, and I’m able to peak into their little life together. Their double doors to the master are open, and I stare into the white and dark blue adorned room longer than is polite, but I can’t help myself.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” Ren opens the door to the spacious room housing a king-size bed, a chaise lounge, a large television, and a mini-fridge.
“I added some sodas, water, and wine. Help yourself, Abs,” Landon adds. He’s near me, and I can feel his breath on my ear. Wrapping his body around my waist from behind, he kisses my cheek. “We’re glad you are with us tonight. We’ll always have room for you in our life.” His breath causes my skin to pebble with heat; then his touch is gone.
“If you need us, come get us, sweetheart.” I keep my body faced ahead, not turning toward them because it is a traitorous bitch at this point. The night has been an odd mix of desire and taboos all rolled up into one, and I’m not sure if I like it or dread it. Fuck, this is Ren and Landon, after all. I fall back into bed, deciding I love it and want it, a fuck ton.
Chapter Two
Landon
Ren runs back downstairs to check the security system, and I make my way to our en suite, brushing my teeth. My body is excited after our dream evening with Abs, the subject of my affection for years. I had put it on the back burner because I’d fallen in love with one of my best friends, and my other best friend has always been overly protective of his little sister.
Stripping out of my jeans and my gray V-neck t-shirt, I make a beeline for the bed, and as horny as I am, I hope my man is ready for me.
He saunters in the room, giving me a quick wink. In typical Ren by-the-book fashion, he crawls into bed with me, after stripping from his clothes, snuggling in close to my body. His hand stretches around my torso, where I’m lying on his stomach, his fingers tickling my chin.
“You were very charming tonight,” I begin, as he raises his body up on his elbows to kiss me.
“You were a little overbearing tonight.” Leave it to Ren to say it as it is.
“And how else would I act? This is me.”
Pulling his knees up to his stomach, he readjusts, giving me better access to him. “I love you in all your bossiness and demanding ways, my lover.”
There is something about the man I love, calling me his lover, all the while having my erection pushing against my boxers, searching for him. “Fuck, Ren, baby, I love you so much,” I say.
I extend my hands around him, as he ducks to get out of my embrace. I narrow my eyes on him when he pops from the bed.
“I’m just shutting the door, lover.” Again, I want Ren near me so I can show him what kind of lover I am.
“No, baby, leave it open,” I demand, with Ren’s one eyebrow shooting higher than the other.
“You are playing with fire, Landon.” Ren closes it just enough but has it cracked to hear her.
“I can handle it a little hot.” Ren jumps back into bed with me, his face so close to mine. “Do you think she understood our subtle hints?” I question.
Ren tips his head back and erupts in laughter. “Fuck, Landon, baby, if that were subtle, I’d hate to see blunt.”
I shrug one shoulder. “Ah, tomatoes, tomahtoes,” I jest with a simple shake of my head.
“You, Landon Baxter, are incorrigible.”
I raise to my knees, and my playfulness comes out in droves. “Again, I’ll show you incorrigible.”
Ren’s eyes flash at mine, lust as evident as the love he has carried around for me for over ten years. “Are you going to talk all night long, or are you going to fuck me?” Ren’s blunt words tell me what he wants.
I’m the more aggressive one. One could call me the top, but I’ve always been turned on and ignited on fire when his alpha male comes out to play with my alpha male.
“Why don’t you make me, Mister.” With my challenge, it’s on, and he shoves me down, straddling his legs over my body.
“I got you, lover, I’ll make it good for you.” Leaning over to the nightstand, he grabs the lube and begins to prepare me. His complete care and affection are again, the standard for Ren. He’s methodical, more of a Casanova than he’ll ever get from me, but we even each other out.
Ren’s body is over mine, his hand on my cock. I let out a satisfying hiss, surrendering to his touch, in a way he’s only ever gotten me.
Our connection, at this moment, is like every other time we link our bodies together in the most intimate of ways. I know he has more on his mind, and I want to know it. This is making love in its natural form, allowing us to come together, even if part of the time is used in honest communication.
“You think she knows what we want from her?” Ren’s question hangs in the air, with his hand still wrapped around my cock. Though her body is not with us, thinking of Abs when Ren is stroking me, makes it seem as if she is with us, at this moment, like we’ve both wanted since the truth of our love for Abigail Spencer came to light.
“I mean, at times, I could see the same flashes of…” My mind strays because whatever he’s doing to the tip of my cock has me rolling my eyes back in my head, ready to come in his hands.
He removes them, an evil laugh leaving his lips. “You were saying, lover?”
“You’re a sadistic bastard,” I counter but can at least concentrate now.
“Lust, I saw lust in her eyes,” I finish quickly.
“But it’s more for us, we love her, Landon, and always have.” In Ren’s words, it’s the most truth.
When Zander called us, begging us to do this favor for him, it hadn’t been a hard decision. It had been the easiest decision we’ve made. We always have wanted a chance to share this with Abs, but only when she wasn’t an impressionable teenager or young adult. At twenty-six, she has sowed her wild oats. Zander would flip, there’s no doubt in my mind, but what we’re offering is to cherish her for life.
“You know I love you so much. There’s only one other person on this earth who holds my heart, like you.” Ren’s declaration, though wordy, is accurate. We’ve never considered another woman. It’s not like we need just any woman. We desire and want without question, only one woman on the face of the earth.
“Fuck, baby, I fucking love you, and yes, I know this,” I reply. And if Abs is not interested in us, I’ll forever be grateful for this man who’s mine for life.
“I need you, lover, I need to be buried so deep within you.” Ren isn’t the naughty one among us. This honor is left to me, but when his need is so laced in lust, I find I can’t or won’t deny him anything in this world.
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��Take me, baby, I’ve been waiting for you all day,” I command, and his thrust within me is deep and hard. I had to feel his love surrounding me. It is with him, I am the safest, to be who I am.
When the creak of the door startles us both, Ren stills, and I crane my head around his body. Staring straight at me is Abs, and in the moonlight streaming in from the outside, her eyes sparkle. I won’t break contact with her, not with the look of longing as my man fucks me while the woman we both love looks on with wonder.
Chapter Three
Abigail
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed and I can’t move, even if I want to. And sure as fuck I don’t want to turn my head from this most gorgeous display of affection. To be loved like this is the dream, the ultimate fantasy. They had left their door open. Is this their way of inviting me into their bedroom, especially after the weird sensual flirting from earlier in the evening?
I continue to stare, while Ren shifts his attention to me, a blank look on his face, as he turns back to his man.
“Continue,” Landon orders Ren, and when his strokes speed up, Landon’s moans fill the room. I keep my attention on both men, as I’m watching the up and down motions of Ren pushing inside of Landon. Nothing is said, though the room is not quiet. With Ren thrusting deeper, his whimpers increase, all the while, Landon says, “Yeah, baby, yeah, don’t stop.” It’s one of the many sexy things feeding the room. Landon takes his hand, flipping his palm over to his index finger beckoning me closer. He nods, telling me this is what he wants. And when Ren turns around with a smirk on his face, I know it’s what Ren wants too.
“Fuck me hard, baby.” Landon continues to egg him on, and with one last push, he falls on top of Landon, and in my voyeurism, I think they both orgasm at the same time.
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