“Don’t stop what you’re doing to him, little girl. Believe me, he loves it.” I worked my palm over his balls and felt the force in which Daimen was giving him a hand job.
“I want to come in her, honey,” he almost begged, but the resolve on Daimen’s face to be in control was steadfast. Come hell or high water, Arden was going to come solely from our touch.
Daimen had a free hand, and it took no time for him to find something to do with it. With three fingers inside me, he must have had a guiding light to my G-spot. He found a rhythm that could grant him god-like status, and I didn’t want it to stop.
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Daimen
The saying I had them where I wanted them had never been truer. Man alive, they were both writhing from my touch. And part of me, the evil side, wanted to pull back and remind them who was calling the shots. I very well might have too, but this was our first time together. I wanted to erase the first time from their minds and replace it with this, with us.
I was a jealous fucker. I never wanted them to think of themselves without me present in those thoughts.
Those ideas were what had invaded my head so completely. I was surprised to feel the cum of Arden seep on my hands. It wasn’t long before the jerky movements and screams of our girl enveloped the room, and her orgasm was a beauty in and of itself.
I wanted to shove my cock inside Elliot with brute force and claim her again, but that would be selfish, understanding my motives behind that decision. Reaching Arden’s gaze, I nodded, pointing at the condoms. He’d go first, but I’d be right behind him, riding out the climax he induced as I claimed her for a second time.
He shook his head. Oh, he must want me to smack his ass again. He was kind of a masochist that way. It was hot, so it was a win-win for me anyway.
“No, honey. I need to see you together. But don’t think I won’t be coming in after you.” He stopped, laughed, and continued, “Coming in after you and coming after you.” The man could find humor in all areas of life. In all the shit I’d encountered at the hands of my mother, his laughter and wit were a few things that helped me through my shitty childhood.
This was one little challenge I could get behind, and I reached for a condom, then pushed Ell’s legs open. “Sorry, little girl, this won’t last long.” Her eyes were greedy, pulling my cock to her so quickly, my hands fumbled with the condom. I didn’t take it gentle nor did she care.
“Come on, caveman,” she goaded, “you can go faster than that.”
Oh, my girl was cruising for a bruising. She knew it with the daggers shooting through my gaze, but she didn’t care.
“Fuck me harder. Go deeper.” Her words were going to make me come.
“Shut up, little girl. I’m in charge.”
“Sir, yes, Sir,” she replied, but with each push, harder and harder into her, the moans increased. “Shit, you know what you’re doing, caveman.”
“And you like it dirty and naughty, little girl.”
I’d forgotten for a second that Arden was in the room with Ell’s smart mouth. Looking over at him, he was standing by the bed, stroking his cock, grinning larger than the fucking Joker with his creepy ass smile. But Arden’s smirk wasn’t all creepy. In it was a hungry possession and sparkle I’d never seen before. In his face was contentment, one he’d claim he’d have when we found the right girl. Here, in my arms, was the right girl for us both.
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Arden
My eyes were fixed on Daimen’s. He could read my expressions like cue cards for a speech. Experiencing the depth of love we had for one another was like opening a gift. Their banter and affection might contrast, but for someone who knew them intimately, it was part of the bundle we all shared.
One last thrust into Ell, and they were spent. Watching them orgasm at the same time was a beauty I couldn’t quite explain. Daimen was all muscles and masculine with his sharp lines and contrasted against the soft features of Ell.
Their heads turned to me, and Ell’s little finger pointed my way. Daimen’s deep laugh amused me when he said, “Why am I not surprised she has a hard time taking orders in the bedroom, babe?” He kissed her on the cheek. “You stubborn woman. We’ll be working on this.”
Her reply had my own dick springing to attention. “I look forward to it, caveman.” He nodded his head, still entertained by her sass, as I climbed on the bed.
“Hot stuff, after tonight, it’ll be the three of us. What happened many years ago won’t matter, not after this. You okay with that?” I asked.
Her face turned to Daimen’s. “I love you, Daimen Torano. Don’t ever fucking forget that, you hear me?” Oh, her sass would drive Daimen to the brink of insanity. But in her words, I saw my big man almost fold like the large ass teddy bear he allowed himself to be from time to time. Leaning in, he dropped another kiss on her head.
“I love you too, little girl.” He didn’t move his head up but turned and captured my lips. “I love you too, you arrogant bastard.”
“Right back at you, you big old asshat.”
But the emotion on his face was all I needed to know. My words about forgetting what we shared eight years ago and moving forward as three, together and committed, softened his sometimes hard exterior.
“Are you all going to continue with pet names, or are you gonna fuck me?” Ell asked. I guess she was done using freaking and flipping for now. The little package we both loved was a lethal combination of sweet and spicy, and somehow, I knew we’d never get enough of her.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours,” Daimen echoed, jutting his chin up toward Elliot.
“You can fuck it later.” She winked, but his hand found her ass, smacking it hard by the thunderous sound it created.
“That only turns me on, caveman.” Daimen must have known he was beat and stood at the same position I had to watch as I took her, claimed her, and loved her.
Now that the sweet banter was over between these two, I donned the condom and looking at Daimen. He knew what I was thinking. “As soon as we get back, babe. I’m one step ahead of you.”
“What?” Ell asked, and I wasn’t surprised at her question.
“This barrier has got to go. We’ll see a doctor, make sure we’re all clean, and go from there.” I certainly didn’t imply anything and hoped my words were not a buzzkill.
“Oh, hell yeah, I hate these things.” Now that we were on the same page, I turned to Daimen, and he nodded—giving me permission. I’d learned through the years, as Ell would, that having Daimen orchestrate the finer details during sex was freeing.
I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy, pushing in gently. Locking eyes with her, I caressed her arm, which was covered in goose bumps. “Love you, hot stuff. I can’t believe this is my life, my future.” Her eyes softened. With each push, I experienced every part of her walls tightening around my cock. She was tight, so tight, but I pushed slowly, relishing every inch of her I was able to sink farther and farther into.
“Love you too, funny man.” Her lips curled into a sexy little smile, showing dimples that seldom came out to play. But in her touch and grin was the woman I knew would be the mother of our children, comfort us through hard times, and be the voice of reason for the many arguments Daimen and I would have in the future.
Pulling out slowly but not all the way, I pushed back in, this time with more need to feel the friction between us. I quickened the pace, and with each sexy moan, my speed accelerated. Turning to Daimen, I saw his eyes were on fire, eating us up. He was pleased and happy and felt so many other emotions that caused him to smile at our connection.
Working through another orgasm for Ell, I was completely lost when my own hit me. Long, strong arms surrounded us, and I fell to one side while Ell fell to the other. In less than a minute, both my man and my woman’s breathing had changed. I lifted my head slightly, fucking overjoyed by the sight in front of me.
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Elliot
We woke long enough for Daimen to scrounge the fr
idge for leftovers, needing sustenance. But as soon as we’d ravished the extra crab sandwiches and potato salad, we were back at the business at hand—getting acquainted with one another.
In the other rounds, I let go of my alpha female tendencies and let Daimen have full rein. I’d admit only to Arden and myself that it was indeed a turn-on. I wouldn’t give my caveman the satisfaction yet.
Waking the next morning, I tiptoed out to the kitchen to make us coffee, but a pot had already been brewed. Fresh muffins greeted me on the counter. I wasn’t sure when the fairy god cleaners came in and did their tasks, but I’d admit, it was pretty nice.
I passed by my old room with coffee and more sustenance for my men when something caught my eye, hanging outside the closet. I placed the tray on a table in the hallway and made my way inside the room I’d probably never sleep in again. On the doors was a black Versace cocktail dress and a red pair of Christian Louboutin stiletto shoes that had not been in the first wardrobe acquisition from Arden and Daimen. These men had entirely too much money. Though it was the best combination and complemented my style perfectly.
I never wanted to get used to the gifts. That would mean, in my mind, I’d chosen them for their money, and nothing could be further from the truth. The one gift I’d always treasure was the necklace. Looking at each little piece of glass, the one in the middle was smaller. I didn’t realize it at first, but they put me in the center.
My hands were on the tray, about ready to carry it in to the boys, who I planned to wake up in a very naughty way if they weren’t already. The doorbell rang, and this was not how I wanted my men woken. It was not what I’d planned for them. So with my robe on, I ran to the door, unsure who’d be here at eight in the morning.
Maybe one of the fairy god cleaners forgot their key. Walking to the door, I pulled the tie of my robe tight around the nakedness underneath. Opening it, I was surprised to see a petite platinum blonde with a short edgy bob and dressed in name brand clothing worth thousands of dollars.
“Um … I guess you’re not here with the cleaning service,” I asked. Not sure who’d clean in an ensemble like that, but you never know.
“Does it look like I’m here to clean?” This woman sneered at me, waving her hands at the outfit she had on. Starting at my head, she roamed my entire body until she spoke. “I guess this is what moving on looks like,” the beautiful blonde criticized, holding her elbows wide from her body with her chest thrust out.
“I’m sorry, you lost me.” And that was the truth. Was there a high rollers stakes game she was going to and got the address wrong?
As she exhaled a deep breath, her frustration was evident. “Could I see Daimen, please?”
My confusion still clouded my mind. “I’m sorry, he’s busy right now. Can I help you?” I offered.
“Just go get Daimen for me.” Her tone was demanding, and I had not had enough coffee, actually none, to handle this loon at only eight a.m.
“I’m sorry, you can’t.” Now my claws were close to coming out to play. Who the hell was she to demand? “Are you sure I can’t help you?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I don’t have time for this shit. I’ll just go get him myself.” The bitch pushed past me and walked toward the master bedroom like she knew exactly where Daimen would be.
“Excuse me, lady, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but as sure as the sky is blue, you better get the hell out of this house.” My shouts vibrated in the hallway.
“I was you at one point,” she said, squaring her shoulders at me. She walked the rest of the way to the entrance of the master living space and past the room where all my stuff was. “You even have my old bedroom, how quaint.”
It didn’t take me long to figure out who just barged in on our romantic getaway together. The lady knocked on the door loudly and looked at me to challenge her. The blonde continued to knock until she finally opened it. There went my wake-up call. They would have liked mine better.
“Wake the fuck up!” Her voice was so loud, it scared me.
Daimen’s eyes were the first that opened. His gaze immediately fixed on Lana, and he leaped out of bed so fast, still naked. He grabbed for a sheet, pulling Arden awake. His eyes only found mine at first with a smile. When I didn’t smile back, he looked to my left and saw our uninvited houseguest. “What the hell, Lana? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I’ll be asking the questions—what the fuck is going on here?” she demanded as if she had the right.
“I was very clear with you yesterday. Your choices have been made. We have moved on,” Arden began, slipping on his jeans from yesterday.
“Yes, I see you have moved on,” she said, pointing back at me. “You two certainly have a type, don’t you? Blonde hair, slender, green eyes. I’m a little surprised at you, Daimen, that you allowed him to talk you into this.”
Daimen’s stare was intent on Arden when he swore. “Shit, babe, can you take Ell into the other room for now?”
“I’m not leaving you alone with this bitch,” Arden insisted.
“I’m a bit interested in this too.” I could thrust out my chest farther than her if she really wanted a pissing contest. I’d stay firmly planted; this did concern me, after all.
“Shit, I guess you have an audience, Lana. Now, what the hell do you want?” Daimen demanded.
“Elle, that’s your name? How fucking typical. You’re nothing to them.”
“That’s not what they say when they are eating me out, giving me the best damn orgasms known to mankind.” In my retaliation, I could overtake her if I wanted to, and hell—I wanted to.
“You think you’re special?”
“I’m here, and you’re intruding. So yes, I know I’m special,” I continued.
“Lana, you’re here to talk to me, not to our guest like this. Actually, don’t get the wrong idea. She’s not a guest.”
Her body puddled to the floor, and the bitch was crying real alligator tears. “I made a mistake. I can’t take being away from you both anymore. I loved you, I still love you, and I know deep down inside you love me. I’ve always cared for Arden; I will love him like I love you. I’ll even take her in the mix. And Spence wants you both too. He’s always loved you.”
“Wow, now that’s a deal I can’t refuse.” My voice registered the sarcasm for all to hear. “You’re a crazy bitch, and I don’t … No, I can’t go down this route.” My emotions were like a yo-yo. One minute, I was on the high of my life, and now, after seeing what a relationship with Daimen and Arden did to this crazy woman, I was not sure anymore.
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Arden
“You told me that he was here but not with some bimbo.” Her pointed finger was almost in Ell’s face, and I wouldn’t blame Ell if she broke it.
“Lana, we would have cherished you for life, but you spit on our face. You’re fucking out of your mind if you think you can waltz into this house and have us back. It doesn’t work like that, sweetheart.” The emphasis I placed on sweetheart caused her to visibly cringe.
Pulling her by the elbow, I had her quickly at our front door. Seeing she drove herself here, I spelled it out for her so there’d be no confusion. “Now, you listen and listen well. You come within inches of Ell or Daimen, and I’ll go to Spence so quick, it’ll make your head spin. You got me?” Not waiting for an answer, I slammed the door in her face.
Walking back through the house, Daimen’s head was in his hands, and the door to Ell’s room was closed. I knocked lightly. She didn’t answer it, and when I opened it, slowly, to check on her, my heart fell out of my chest. She was stuffing items in a bag.
“Ell, talk to me. Come sit down with us, please.”
Her head twisted from her packing. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said, “I need some time to think. I’m taking the Land Rover into town to meet Andrew, and I’m heading back to the city for now. I know you have another car in the garage; I’ll let you know where I leave it so you can go pick it up later.”
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br /> I didn’t fucking care about the logistics of cars and such. I wanted her to stay, to work this out. “Hot stuff, Lana’s little stunt this morning doesn’t change the way we feel about you.”
With pursed lips, she shook her head in disagreement. “I understand but seeing that crazy ass woman, what she has become—because of what she had with you all—that can’t be me.”
A sheen of sweat covered my face. “She made a bad choice, one she’s regretting now.”
Turning her back, she walked away from me. Should I challenge her? Force her to stay? Sling her over my back like Daimen did? “Ell, please, stay. Tell me it’s not over for us, not before it started, not after last night.”
“This was a mistake.” She walked toward the door. “I’ll call an Uber to take me to town.”
I had no choice. “Wait.” Pulling the keys from my jeans I’d put on quickly, I handed them to her. “Just take it all the way to the city. We’ll drive our other car home later.” She reached for them, and our fingers touched. I knew she felt the same chemistry we’d shared so long ago; the bond we had after all the time that separated us was still there. “Ell, I’m not giving up on you.” Not speaking, she only shut the door gently behind her.
I walked down the hallway, and the first thing that greeted my eyes was the tray of coffee and muffins she’d put together for us. This morning was supposed to be the start of our new life together. Not anymore. The tray of coffee along with the muffins flew out of my hands so fast, it had not even registered I’d picked it up until it was slammed against the wall.
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Elliot
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