Cosmic Trifecta

by Anna Lewis

  “You know,” I mused. “I think you’re right.”

  I spent the day inspecting the house. It was large. I mean, from my perspective. There was a library, a lap pool, a gym, a formal dining room, a sitting room (well, a parlor, I guess), and some guest rooms, as well. I also found the man cave. It had its own wet bar, large screen TV and pool table. The walls were all decorated with real paintings. I didn’t know much about paintings, but I know a real one when I see one. These were super modern—like, splatters of paint that are called artistic.

  I thought as I roamed. This is my life now, I thought. Well, until I don’t want it anymore. I thought about what Albert had said. About how Jared and Tyler took care of the people that they were in charge of. They’re not exactly in charge of me…but they do take care of me.

  I walked upstairs to my room, opening the door to my dream closet. I looked at all of my clothes, wondering what I should wear to meet them in. And then I got an idea. A deliciously naughty one. I mean, we were dating, right?

  The guys got home at three. I was prepared for them. I had done my hair and my makeup, styling my hair with a straightening iron. My makeup was soft, sultry. I was wearing my blue silk kimono with the butterfly print. The guys walked in the door, and I descended the stairs on bare feet. I had told Alfred to take the afternoon off, since I wanted to avoid anything awkward. Jared glanced at me, raising an eyebrow.

  “What’s this?” he asked.

  “You’ll see,” I replied mysteriously. Tyler grinned. I beckoned for them to follow me up the stairs. I listened to their footsteps on the stairs behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my face was flushed hot. I felt emboldened.

  I began to walk toward my room, but Jared grabbed my hand.

  “This way,” he insisted, leading me toward another room down the hall. He opened the door on a room that was filled dark wood furniture—a large, four-poster bed with a deep crimson duvet dominated the room. The walls were painted in a gold paint, and there was an ornate red and gold rug on the floor. I walked toward the bed, standing in front of it and turning to the guys.

  They looked at me expectantly. I gave them a wanton stare, slowly and seductively untying the belt to my kimono. I slid it off over my shoulders, letting it fall softly to the floor. Underneath, I wore lacy black lingerie—a balconette bra and a pair of bikini-style panties. They were see-through. I began to sway my hips back and forth, running my hands along my thin waist and my curvy hips. I slipped my fingers beneath the edges of the lingerie.

  I kept my eyes on the two gorgeous men that I was with. Tyler was biting his lip. Jared cupped his chin in his hand, watching me with a smoldering gaze. They both glanced over at each other before they both approached me. It was like two waves, meeting the shore. They both descended upon me, their hands running over my dark skin, pulling me in close to both of them. Their lips were on me, trailing kisses along my neck, my chest. Tyler slid his hand into my panties, finding my slit, teasing me gently as Jared unsnapped my bra. I moaned deliciously.

  Jared slid my bra off down my arms, tossing it on the floor. Tyler knelt down, pulling my panties off. I stepped out of them. Jared ran the flat of his palm over my stomach. I turned to Jared, sliding his black suit jacket off before loosening his gray and black striped tie. He helped me, removing his tie. I began to unbutton his lime-colored oxford shirt. Beneath his shirt, he was smooth, well-muscled. I ran my hands over his skin, feeling the hardness of his muscles. My fingers found their way to where his pants were fastened, quickly undoing the buckle of his belt, the button on his pants, and then the fly.

  He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs beneath his pants. His penis was hard, and I reached inside of the waistband for it eagerly. I finally took my eyes off of his body, raising my gaze to meet his. He flashed me a dangerous smile as he lifted me off of my feet easily, whirling me around and placing me down on the bed. I saw that Tyler had seated himself in a chair. He had removed his tie and his jacket. The top buttons on his gray oxford were undone. He watched us, his gaze sultry.

  I wanted both of them, at the same time. Jared was kneeling in front of me, his face in between my legs, his tongue lapping at me expertly. I exhaled sharply as he began to tease me. My skin felt hot, as if electricity were running just beneath the surface. I grabbed at the red duvet, panting.

  Jared stuck two fingers inside of me as he worked me over with his tongue, pumping them in and out. I was soaking wet, squirming with equal parts desire and pleasure. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I felt my orgasm blossoming within me, and I yelled out. Jared stopped licking me, pumping with his fingers as I came around them. When I was done, I opened my eyes. He wiped his mouth, getting up.

  He pulled off his boxer briefs, and I watched, sitting up and leaning back on my elbows. He glanced over at Tyler, who stood, removing his shirt. I watched them both. Jared leaned over me, entering me in one swift motion. I inhaled as he filled me. He grinned as he watched my face. Tyler sat down on the bed beside me. He kissed my neck, trailing a line of kisses from my nape down along my shoulder as Jared began to surge back and forth.

  As Jared worked, Tyler’s hands were traveling over my skin, his warm, soft hands cupping my breasts and toying with my nipples. His lips were at the tender skin beneath my ear. I could feel his breath, hot against my skin.

  I could feel myself, beginning to climax again as Jared began to pump faster. I gazed into his bright green eyes. His look was dangerous, smoldering like flames. I could feel my body responding to him. At the same time, Tyler’s ministrations were gently teasing as he fingered my nipples. As I began to cry out again, Jared came. He pumped furiously before pulling out. I fell back against Tyler, who wrapped his arm around my ribcage, beneath my breasts, pulling me to him.

  I turned to him, covering his lips with mine hungrily. His free hand went to my cheek, cupping it as we kissed passionately. Jared’s hand grazed my leg in a soft caress. I could feel his gaze on us. It drove me onward, and my hand went to Tyler’s boxers, touching his hardness. I heard him gasp softly. I smiled, pulling at his waistband. He moved, letting go of me as he stood to pull them off. I pulled him back down onto the bed, pushing him down and onto his back.

  I climbed astride his slim body, lowering myself down along his girth. I ran my hands along his frame, looking at his thinness. He was lightly muscled, slight and wiry. He watched me, a smile on his face. He reached up, placing his hands on my waist. I began to ride him, and he guided me, helping me to set my pace. I swiveled my hips, straightening my back so that my breasts were high and forward. He raised his hands, cupping my ample breasts.

  I glanced over at Jared, who was watching, touching himself. I had never felt so desired before. I felt sexy and empowered to have these two beautiful men wanting me so much. Jared’s gaze met mine. Tyler was panting beneath me as he rocked his hips upward to meet my motions, deepening the thrust. I bit my lip. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back. Tyler teased my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, stimulating me as he came. I moaned with pleasure.

  I got off of Tyler, laying back on the bed in between where he lay and Jared sat. I closed my eyes, letting the endorphins flood my system. I felt invigorated, awake. Jared reached over, running the tip of his finger over my breasts. I could feel goosebumps rise across the surface of my skin.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned.

  “You know, Tyler,” Jared began, the tip of his finger circling my nipple. “I think she’s still not done yet.”

  “I think you’re right,” Tyler agreed. I giggled.

  “More,” I begged.

  “Okay, princess,” Jared replied, sliding his body beneath mine. I could feel his penis, sheathed in a condom, sliding into the bud of my anus. I inhaled as he entered me, his arm wrapped around my mid-section. His face was against my neck, and he nipped me lightly, playfully before kissing me.

  Tyler spread my legs with the palms of his hands. He entered me. I moaned. I had never felt so filled up. It was the m
ost erotic sensation. He held my legs open wide. They moved in unison, finding a rhythm. I soon found myself crying out, unable to stand the many sensations that were happening to my body. Sweat beaded along my skin as both men held me tightly.

  When it was over, Jared remained behind me, licking beads of sweat off of my neck. Tyler reached forward, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. He smiled. I returned it, tired but wanting more.

  “What now?” Jared whispered in my ear. I knew that I could have anything that I wished for in this moment. I wanted to be somewhere that I could have them and not have them at the same time. I wanted to be out in public with them, where we would have to hide our relationship, but be together at the same time. More than that, I wanted to be out—spontaneous, impetuous in New York City. This was the beginning of our life together, I just knew it. There would be more of this. It would never end. Something about the three of us clicked.

  “Let’s go out,” I suggested.

  “Out where?” Tyler asked, still grinning.

  “Oh, out wherever,” I said. I would go wherever they went out to play. Somewhere usual for them. I wanted to see what their lives were like. I wanted to be a part of it. “Where do you usually go?”

  “Club Jag.” Jared’s lips were against my ear, and he spoke softly.

  “Let’s go there,” I insisted.

  “Okay,” Tyler agreed, taking me by the hands and pulling me up and off of Jared. He pulled me against him, holding me close as he brought his lips to mine. I kissed him, and then I turned to Jared, kissing him, too.

  We all separated, heading to our rooms to get ready. I picked out a silver, spangled dress. It was slinky and backless. My hair was mussed from sex, but it was still straight and sleek. I took a quick, hot shower, rinsing off with a luxurious, foamy soap. I put on fresh makeup and pulled on the dress and a pair of black strappy heels. I donned the diamond choker that I’d had my eye on ever since I’d arrived and a pair of dangly diamond earrings that seemed to match.

  I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror in my walk-in closet. I looked sleek, elegant. The endorphins from the sex were still pumping through my veins. I chose an expensive perfume, spritzing it on my wrist. It smelled of sandalwood.

  “You look nice,” Tyler said, walking into my room. He wrapped his arms around my curvy waist, pulling me in close for a kiss that I returned happily.

  “Hey, kitten,” Jared purred in my ear. I hadn’t heard him come in. His fingers played with the hem of my skirt. I pushed him away playfully.

  “Come on! We’ll never get out if you two start this up again,” I complained in excitement. They both looked at each other.

  “She’s the one that started it,” Jared pointed out sassily. Tyler smiled at me and nodded, his eyes wide in agreement. I laughed and grabbed each of them by the hand, pulling them out into the hallway, and toward the stairs.

  There was already a black town car waiting for us outside. There always seemed to be a car waiting, just when we needed it. It was as though my life were charmed all of a sudden—whatever I wanted was now within my reach. We piled in, and it took off, winding through New York City traffic. I held Jared’s hand, meanwhile, I laid my head on Tyler’s shoulder. He kissed me on the top of my head. Jared’s hand toyed with the hem of my sparkly silver dress.

  When we pulled up at Club Jag, though, something was wrong. Jared sighed in frustration.

  “I told you to take us to the back,” he complained to the driver.

  “I can’t,” the driver said. “They won’t let me pull around. Do you want me to take you somewhere else?”

  “No. It’s fine,” Jared replied. But he was frowning and glancing around. We got out, heading for the front door of the club. Tyler held my hand. Jared was walking in front of us, looking around. Just then, a mob of people ran at us. Flashes of light went off. Tyler ran, pulling me, for the front door of the club, where the bouncer ushered us in.

  “What happened?” I asked, overwhelmed.

  “The paparazzi,” Tyler replied grimly.

  “Oh,” I said. They were both glancing at each other, frowning. There was a tense moment, and then Jared shrugged.

  “Whatever,” he said. He took me by the arm. “Let’s just have a good time.”

  There wasn’t much talking after that. The whole club was essentially a red brick warehouse turned into an upscale nightclub. There was a DJ booth toward one end, and then two bars on either side of the room. The crowd was thick, and we danced, the three of us together. I began to forget where Tyler ended and Jared began. Their arms were wrapped around me, their hips grinding against mine. Tyler was in front of me, his mouth pressed up against my forehead. Jared was behind me. His face buried into my hair.

  The music was good—a blend of EDM and rap that wove in and out. Tyler left to get us drinks. Jared’s hand traveled over my stomach. My heart lurched as my body remembered his touch, and what it had done to me earlier. He yelled something.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Are you having a good time?” he yelled.

  “Yeah.” I nodded my head as I smiled widely.

  “Good!” He leaned back in against me, pulling my body in close to his. I wrapped an arm back around his neck as I rocked my hips from side-to-side.

  Suddenly, Tyler was back. He had a troubled look on his face. I frowned at him in confusion.

  “Hey! What happened to the drinks?” Jared yelled.

  “Guys! We have to go!” Tyler yelled, holding up his iPhone. It was open to the site for one of the gossip magazines. There was a picture of the three of us entering the club. Beside it, there was a picture of a young brunette woman. She was classically beautiful, wearing a black dress, her perfect teeth in a wide grin. I knew, without them telling me, that this had been Giana. The headline read: When Billionaires Share.

  “How did they find out?” Jared looked panicked. My stomach was roiling. This meant that someone had dug deeply into the guys’ past. They knew who Giana was. Maybe they now knew who I was, too.

  Jared took me by the arm, and Tyler took my hand. We started making our way through the crowd, fighting our way toward the back. The people moved out of our way slowly—they were drunk, or dancing. I began to feel claustrophobic. Finally, we reached the back, where a man opened the door to the back exit for us. A car was waiting for us there.

  We climbed in and sat in silence as the car drove away. The layer of sweat on my skin was drying. I began to feel cold and clammy.

  “How did they find out?” Jared asked Tyler.

  “The other driver,” Tyler replied. “He was paid by the tabloids to drop us off somewhere public.”

  “You’re kidding.” Jared’s eyes were wide. I had never seen him look shaken before, but clearly, he was.

  “No, man,” Tyler said. “Hallie’s waiting for us at the house.”

  “Who’s Hallie? I asked.

  “Hallie is our publicist,” Tyler explained. “This is a bit of a PR nightmare.”

  “We were trying to keep this a secret,” Jared added, as if I hadn’t signed a contract agreeing to keep our relationship under wraps. “Business is a bit less…unconventional.” I nodded. I wondered what this meant going forward. Things had been going so well. Would I have to go back to my old life? They wouldn’t just send me off, would they? I mean, I meant something to them, right?

  By the time that the car pulled up in front of the house, there was a large crowd of paparazzi gathered in front of it. Lights from cameras flashed, and the crowd roared as we pulled up. We made a dash for the front door, Jared’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, as if to protect me. In mere seconds, it was over, the front door slamming shut behind us. We could hear them outside, though.

  Albert came down the hallway. He looked deeply concerned.

  “Sirs,” he said. “Ms. Stern is in the study upstairs waiting for you.”

  “Thank you, Albert,” Jared replied. He turned to me, pressing his lips against my forehead. “We’ll see you l
ater, Tiana.”

  “Wait, what?” I was floored. “Doesn’t this involve me, too?” They both glanced at each other.

  “It does and it doesn’t,” Tyler said. “The article was more about our involvement with Giana, and her death. You don’t come in to it too much. I mean, it was mostly an interview with Gi’s mother.”

  “Oh,” I breathed. I nodded sympathetically. “Okay.”

  “We’ll see you in the morning,” Tyler promised me. “This is likely going to take a while, and it’s already quite late.” I nodded, unsure of what to say. He hadn’t looked at the time. He seemed distracted. He took my hand in his and pressed it reassuringly.

  They both walked up the stairs in silence. I found myself standing in the hallway with Albert. He smiled at me reassuringly.

  “Can I get you some tea, Miss Tiana?” he asked me.

  “I think I’m going to head to bed,” I said, glancing at the hallway clock. It was only eleven at night. Late, but not too late. “But thanks for offering, Albert.”

  “Alright, then,” he replied with a sage nod. “Have a good night, Miss Tiana.”

  “Night Albert,” I said softly.

  I walked up the stairs to my room. I didn’t turn the lights on, since it was facing the front of the house. I walked to my window and peered through the curtains. Down below, the paparazzi was seething like a crowd of ants. I sighed. Was this what it was always going to be like? I felt like a prisoner.

  Walking away from the window, I pulled my phone out of my purse. I sat down on the edge of the bed to read the article. Maybe I couldn’t be in the talk with the guys, but I should probably know what was being said. I found it pretty easily.

  When Billionaires Share

  Giana Schiatti was an American exchange student in Paris, doing her junior year abroad while attending the University of Chicago, when she met two businessmen. They were the famed duo, Tyler Hancock, 29, and Jared Meisner, 31, of the Gentry Firm. According to Schiatti’s mother, Mara Schiatti, they made her daughter an offer that she couldn’t refuse—in exchange for dating the both of them, Schiatti would live the high life—parties, clothes, shoes, vacations, and her very own room in their Madison Avenue townhouse. She would never have to work again, living the life of their kept woman.