A hint of amusement flares in Austin’s eyes but he’s quick to disguise it with a stern frown.
“You don’t need a fucking loan, Mia. We know you want to open your own studio, and we have the money so let us give it to you. No string. No expectations. We just want to make you happy.”
“No,” I say fervently shaking my head. “I want to prove I can do this on my own. Everyone looks at me and see the poor little girl who can’t achieve anything without somebody else’s help, and I’m sick of it. I need to do this, and I want you both to promise you won’t interfere.”
“Nobody sees that when they look at you, babe,” Jump denies, taking a step toward me. Naturally, I take a step backward and bring my hands up in front of me to ward him off.
“Yes, Jump, they do.”
“Jesus, baby, is that what you really think? Do you honestly believe that when people look at you, they see a charity case, a woman who isn’t strong enough to survive without someone else’s help?” Austin asks, stunned.
“Look, I don’t want to discuss it, and that’s not why you’re here.” Glancing behind me to see Dan whispering to one of his female employees, I sigh. “Since it’s relatively obvious, Dan isn’t coming back anytime soon, why don’t we get this over with so that we can all move on with our lives.”
Both men advance on me then, giving me no choice but to retreat and glare at them in warning.
“You don’t mean that,” Jump snaps, his legendary temper fraying around the edges.
“Oh, I most certainly do so.” “Mia, baby, come on. Give us a chance to explain what we know you heard and took out of context before you start talking in absolutes,” Austin says, attempting to be the voice of reason.
It’s my turn to lose my temper now.
“Do not fucking patronize me. Neither of you know the first thing about my life because you didn’t bother to ask,” I shriek the last word. “Jump, you treated me like shit for months before you showed any interest in me, and when you did, I was like another one of your addictions. In the beginning, it made me feel special like you genuinely cared about me every time you called or text. That is until I realized you only contacted me at night when you knew everyone else was asleep, so there was no chance of them ever finding out I was your piece on the side.”
Heaving in a deep breath, I go on to say,
“I don’t regret giving you my virginity, and I don’t regret the second time we had sex weeks later, either. But what I do regret is giving you any part of my heart because you callously destroyed it the moment things became too complicated for you.”
“Mia…” Jump pleads, reaching for me. “Shut up, Patrick,” I yell. “I was there for you when you went through detox. I held your hand, cleaned up your vomit, and helped Cash bathe you every single day for weeks while you were so out of it, you didn’t know I was there half the time. My heart broke each and every time you screamed in pain. When you begged for someone to put you out of your misery, I cried with you, and I didn’t stop until you passed out again. Then, when you were finally getting better, when it looked like you were over the worst of it, I left because I knew the last thing you would want was to know I had seen you like that.
Fast forward twelve months, and we get to the part where you showed up at Zara and my hotel in Las Vegas, and you know what happened after that.”
“Please, baby,” Jump murmurs in a voice sweeter than any I’ve heard come from him before.
“Let her finish,” Austin growls, stopping Jump with a firm hand on his shoulder. “I’m not holding you responsible for breaking my heart, Patrick; I did that of my own accord. Letting you into my bed a second time was my fault, not yours,” I tell Jump, hoping to absolve him of some of the guilt lurking in his mesmerizing hazel eyes.
“But you should,” he mutters more to himself than Austin or I. “I had no right to say what I did. Shit, half of it wasn’t even true, let alone aimed at you. I was fucking angry, Mia. At my mom for killing herself. At Cash for offering himself up as a martyr to save my sick, sorry ass. At my club for not seeing that I was miserable, and had been for a fuck of a long time. I hated that I couldn’t force myself to be happy with finally having you in my life the way I wanted. And I fucking despised knowing that I couldn’t be the man you needed because my desire for him would always be there lurking in the background,” he confesses, gesturing to Austin.
“I understand. I truly do. And I’m sorry you feel like you had to fight all those demons alone. But don’t you see? That was your choice, Patrick, and it wasn’t based in reality. Your brother in the MC will respect you, regardless of your sexual preferences. Cash, Kennedy, Talon, and baby Caine are your family and will love you, no matter how many people you share your bed with when you go home at the end of the day. And I can see now, that Austin loves you too. He probably always has. You have so many people who care about you, who saw you through much tougher things than admitting you are bisexual. I’m just sorry you didn’t trust me enough to be one of those people too,” I murmur as the tears I’ve been fighting to contain flow freely down my cheeks.
“Trust was never the issue, Mia. I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone else, but I couldn’t risk you leaving me when you found out the truth. It would have fucking killed me to watch you walk away from me because you couldn’t accept what I needed to be whole,” Jump admits sadly, fighting a storm of emotion of his own.
“And now we’ll never know what I would have done because you didn’t give me the chance to prove to you it doesn’t matter to me. As long as you were honest and upfront about it, I could have handled just about anything you threw my way, even that. If you came to me and told me that in order for you to be happy, you needed to bring another man into our bed, I would have accepted it because I loved you.”
“Shit,” Jump hisses, running his hands through his hair. Austin wraps his arm around Jump’s waist, offering him strength and comfort, and I have to admit to being a little aroused at the way their powerfully muscled bodies fit together like they were made for each other. I hadn’t considered how seeing them touch each other would affect me; I had pushed it to the back of my mind in favor of nursing the hurt their words inflicted instead. But now I’m confronted with it – the sight of the two men I love with my whole heart holding one another so tenderly – I can’t help wondering what it would be like to see them naked and sweaty as they pleasure each other.
“How about you let me explain it to her?” Austin suggests, waiting for Jump agreement before proceeding. Slumping into a chair in the corner, Jump hangs his head, cradling it in his huge palms.
“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll only fuck it up anyway.”
Chuckling, Austin shakes his head.
“Fuck you’re an overdramatic sonofabitch sometimes.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Jump mutters, not bothering to lift his head. “Can one of you please just hurry up and explain it because honestly, I’m tired and I want to go home and pretend that I didn’t get out of bed this morning,” I huff.
Sitting down on the edge of Dan’s desk closest to Jump, Austin nods.
“What you said before was beautiful, baby, and we love you for it, but I don’t think you really understand what we’re trying to tell you.”
“Then explain it to me. Make me understand, Austin,” I implore. “It isn’t as simple as Patrick and I being bisexual, Mia. Yeah, we both love fucking women, or we did until we fell in love with you, and haven’t been able to touch another woman since. And yes, we both also need a man’s rougher, harder touch sometimes, but it goes deeper than that,” Austin sighs heavily.
“Neither of us want a woman who is content to accept us bringing another person into our beds every once and a while. We don’t want someone who gets off on watching two men together and then decides that’s not what she wants. Patrick and I need a woman who will let us share her, and is as desperate to have us both inside her at the same time as we are to take her like that. This isn’t about me fucking Patri
ck while you watch, or Patrick making love to you while I stand in a corner holding my dick; we don’t want to take turns, baby. We want to simultaneously own you while giving you more pleasure than you’ve ever dreamed of.”
Austin and Jump’s eyes are riveted on me. They are assessing my every movement for signs I’m going to run, and I will admit, the thought has crossed my mind. This is a lot to take in, a lot to process.
“Baby, say something,” Jump pleads.
“Give her a minute, Patrick,” Austin gently answers for me. Sorting through all the things I could say, all the ways I could tell them I’m flattered, but no thank you, my mind comes to a complete stop on one terrifying, yet erotic solution to my confusion.
A simmer of awareness thrums through my veins at the prospect of offering myself up to these men, giving them one night to prove what they are suggesting can work. I don’t know it it’s stupid of me or my curious nature that latches onto this idea in particular, but I do know now that I’ve had it, it’s there to stay.
My breath comes in short pants as I stand, straightening my skirt and face Jump and Austin mentally preparing myself for their reactions.
“Then show me. I want you to show me what it’s like to be with both of you at the same time. I’m not promising you forever, I can’t even promise you tomorrow, but I can give you tonight.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN ~ Jump ~
“It blows my mindwhenIseeyourbest friend outin public.Ididn’trealize theygive mentalpatientsdaysofffor good behavior.”
–Jump’s observations onZara
Was she serious? Did Mia just say what I think she did? Truth be told, I couldn’t have predicted how badly I needed to hear her say those words. My heart beat erratically at the images of Austin and Mia naked and writhing on the bed while I watched on, stroking my cock, that I almost missed Austin taking Mia’s hand and guiding her toward the door.
“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. Call Scarlet, baby, and tell her you won’t be home tonight because I plan on drawing this out as long as I can,” he instructs.
I follow them out of the bank and to Austin’s truck then, I quickly broke away to get to my bike before Mia had the chance to change her mind. However, I couldn’t leave them without touching her, so pressing my mouth to her, I kissed Mia long, deep and wet.
“See you soon, sweetheart,” I muttered reluctantly. The ride to Austin’s house wasn’t long, but it gave me enough time to clear my head of all the doubt I’d let build up over the past week. Not being able to get in contact with Mia, worrying about whether she was confused or hurting over what she’d heard had taken its toll on me. My eyes were gritty and sore. My body ached from hours spent tossing and turning. And my brain was a jumble of emotions that I couldn’t place.
It was easier to ignore how I felt about Mia and Austin when the reality of losing them wasn’t staring me in the face. With Austin, I had come to understand that what we had was impervious to time or distance. How much I love him doesn’t hinge on Mia being in our bed or in between us because my feelings for Austin are separate from what feel for Mia.
Pulling up in Austin’s driveway, I’m off my bike and pushing the front door open within the space of a minute. When I don’t see Mia and Austin immediately, I go in search of them only to find them in the most erotic position imaginable.
Their eyes are locked on each other as Mia kneels at Austin’s feet. Her hands roam up his muscular thighs, sliding the zipper of his jeans down and parting the thick fabric. Austin’s cock is pointing straight up, the head protruding above the waistband of his boxer briefs, as Mia flicks her tongue over the bead of moisture there. My hand automatically reaches for my own cock, squeezing it roughly to stave off the urge to come before I’m buried inside one of their perfect bodies. At this point, my cock doesn’t care who, as long as it happens soon.
Not a word is exchanged between them as Mia continues to tease and tempt Austin, showing him with tenderness and expert skill that only comes from having intimate knowledge of that person how much she truly cares for him. A surge of jealousy bubbles up in my chest. The fact that Mia and Austin have been together shouldn’t bother me, considering my long-term plans involving us spending the rest of our lives together, but nevertheless, it does. And while I could stand her all day, dissecting the reasons why I feel this way, I’m far more interested in touching and tasting them to give it another thought.
With all the time in the world to explore, test their boundaries, and taste every inch of them, I approach the bed where Austin is sitting with his head thrown back in ecstasy and watch with bated breath as Mia swallows the head of Austin’s cock. My breath shudders as I picture her lips wrapped around me, the hot cavern of her mouth bathing my shaft with heat. The mental image is so powerful it almost drives me to my knees as drops of pre-come escape the slit at the tip of my dick.
Between a half-naked Austin and a fully clothed Mia sucking Austin’s cock as if were the most amazing thing she’s ever tasted, my clothes practically evaporated as I rushed to tear them off. I was limited in what I could see as the curtain of Mia’s unbound hair shielded the bobbing of her head up and down Austin’s shaft from view. All the better to change things up, I thought as I joined Mia on the floor.
Focusing on Austin first, my hands move of their own volition to stroke across the wide plain of his chest. I tweak his nipples, flicking them and finally, suck one into my mouth, making his hips buck violently shoving more of his length down Mia’s throat.
The synchronicity of our movements doesn’t leave much room for thought as Mia and I instinctively move to give Austin more pleasure than he’s ever felt before. Nothing else was more important than making Austin lose control at that moment, and I vowed when his back bowed, and he emptied his load into Mia’s mouth that I would spend every waking moment I could recreating the blissed-out expression on his face.
Austin’s bedroom was thick with lust, hunger, and desperation, but that wasn’t all. It was as if the floodgates had opened, and the desire the three of us have for each other had broken free and was engulfing everything in its path. But aside from the inferno of sexual tension burning between us, there was also something else.
Not just our bodies, but our hearts were invested in every touch. Try as she might, Mia may claim she can’t promise us anything, but it’s apparent when she turns to me and nibbles my lower lip, and our gazes drop to the space between us where she’s jacking Austin’s cock that this is inevitable.
At the first brush of her lips across mine, an explosion of need and love hits me with the force of a battering ram. Her mouth is soft yet sure, exploring every crevice as her tongue strokes against mine. Austin’s deep groan of satisfaction echoes around the room as Mia increases the speed of her hand and circles the head of his cock with her thumb. Whatever had happened before – when I was with Mia and Austin separately, and they with each other – was a precursor to this. It was foreplay at its finest.
Mia tears her mouth from mine and looks deep into my eyes, moaning as Austin latches onto a nipple over her shirt.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, echoing my sentiments exactly.
But Mia didn’t stop her ministrations to strip like I thought she would. Instead, she begins peppering soft, wet kisses over Austin’s chest and down his abs. Austin’s abs tighten as Mia’s mouth makes its way closer and closer to his throbbing cock that’s lying hard and heavy against his washboard stomach. His hands find their way into Mia’s hair impatiently, guiding her to where he needs her most.
I’ve always known Mia was a beautiful woman, but right now, at this precise moment, she is fucking magnificent. Her sensuality rolls off her in waves, inherently seductive, yet so fucking innocent, that I find myself wondering whether she even realizes the power she has over Austin and I. The intensity in her wide, almost translucent blue eyes as she takes her time learning what makes Austin groan is a turn on in and of itself.
When our eyes fin
ally lock, I smile at Mia and tell her, “I want to watch him lick your beautiful pussy, baby.” Continuing to twist and roll his nipples between his fingers, Austin releases his hold at the stern tone in my voice and shuffles further back onto the bed until he’s lying flat in the middle of the mattress. I watch as Mia’s mind works to process the logistics of how this will all work, but I don’t want her thinking; I want her just to feel.
“Strip,” I command, the rough edge to my voice brokering no room for negotiation. “Take your clothes off, Mia, and straddle his face. Can’t you see how hard he is for you, how much he wants his tongue in your cunt?”
Twin moans come from them as Austin fists his cock, watching as Mia scrambles to follow my instructions. When she’s completely naked, bare for us to do with as we please, she tentatively kneels on the side of the bed and makes her way up the length of Austin’s body.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage with a smile. Running my hand over the curve of her sweet ass, I urge her forward.
“I want to watch you kiss him before you turn around and show me your face as he eats your gorgeous cunt. Give him what you just gave me.”
Austin’s hands reach up to cup Mia’s cheeks as he pulls her head down to give her what has to be the hottest, most emotion-driven kiss I’ve ever witnessed. Their chests heave as their bodies decided what is more important, air or consuming each other. Fingers trail across hot flesh, grabbing, kneading, gripping onto whatever they can and holding on for dear life. I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate to slow things down so that I can revel in every shiver and sigh, but at the same time, my need for them to hurry up and do as I’ve asked before I come all over myself.
The need wins, of course.
“Turn around and climb on, Mia. It’s time for me to see how you look when you’re screaming our names with Austin’s tongue buried inside you.”
Mia doesn’t protest, but her movements are slow and measured. She carefully lifts a leg, barring her pretty, pink slit, glistening with evidence of her desire for us and positions herself just as I asked astride Austin’s head. Obviously fighting the same internal battle to keep himself under control, Austin loses ground when he grabs Mia’s hips and jerks them toward him so that he can suction his mouth over her cunt.
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