by Reid, B. B.
I turned my head toward him. “Is that your way of telling me you’re bi?”
Loren chewed on his lip while staring at the poster. I could tell something was on his mind. “Call it what you want,” he answered absently.
I ignored the phantom sweetness filling my mouth and turned on my side until I was spooning Loren’s. “Is something wrong?”
“Everything’s perfect, actually.”
Placing my hand on his chest, I lifted enough to see his face fully. “Then what’s the matter?”
Loren met my gaze and held it. As with Houston at the Eiffel Tower, I could sense Loren’s indecision before choosing blatant honesty no matter how much it hurt. “I’m just wondering if it will last.”
Laying my head over his beating heart, I felt the same sharp chord reality struck every time I was forced to acknowledge it.
“It won’t.” I heard him suck in a breath at my decision to be brutally honest as well. “Perfection isn’t real. There’s only us. We’ll make each other laugh, and we’ll make each other scream. Bad days will find us again. We will be tested, and sometimes we’ll falter. We’ll wonder if this time we make it through.” I lifted my head to look at him. “Love isn’t an illusion that requires silence to maintain. It only needs our memory of what it was like without each other.”
Loren gently put me on my back before making himself comfortable between my legs. “So we keep fighting anyway?” he questioned as he looked down at me. “Even if it hurts?” There was no doubt in his tone. There was only the need to confirm what he already knew in his heart.
“Yes.”
Loren nodded and then looked over his shoulder.
We were no longer alone.
Jericho, also eating another cookie and staring at his phone, wandered over to the other twin bed and sat on the edge. Houston’s grandmother had referred to this bedroom as Loren and Rich’s when she gave me the tour, so I knew they must have shared it at one point while Houston had his own.
“Where’s Houston?” I asked when I was reminded that one of the trio was missing.
“Took his grandmother to the store for groceries,” Rich answered as he continued with whatever held his attention on his phone. “We’re staying for dinner.”
I simply nodded since I had no problem with that. Besides, I was sure it was Laine Morrow’s idea and not up for debate. Immediately upon hearing that we were without supervision, a switch in Loren’s mind seemed to flip as he turned frisky.
“What are you doing?” Stupid question since I already knew. His hand was now under my dress and pulling my thong down.
“I’ve been thinking about eating your pussy since we left Dublin,” Loren told me. His lips brushed my jawline before reaching my ear. “Can I?”
“We can’t,” I whined as I caught his wrist just before my panties could clear my thighs. He could break my hold if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t. “Not here.” I had to draw the line somewhere, and getting laid in Houston’s grandmother’s house seemed to be the perfect spot.
“Why?” He chuckled. “You think we haven’t brought girls here before?” I didn’t respond when I pushed him off of me. “What?” the idiot questioned with a genuinely bewildered look. “What did I say?”
“I don’t care about the girls you’ve fucked, so word of advice,” I snapped as I sat up, “don’t mention them to me.”
Loren scrubbed his hand down his movie-star face before meeting my gaze. “I’m not thinking straight, baby, but can you blame me? It’s been three months.”
Yup.
That’s right.
I haven’t allowed them to do more than kiss me since Berlin. For Jericho, it’s been longer. Five months to be exact.
I felt the truth of that throbbing between my legs, but I feigned indifference when I shrugged. “Big deal. I went six years without sex.” I let my voice soften to a teasing note and hoped they heard the threat underneath. “Remember?”
“That was before we fucked you,” Rich reminded me. I turned my head in time to see that his attention was no longer on his phone. He was watching me while a threat of his own rose in his eyes.
“Your point?”
Rich smiled like a predator warning off his prey. “You won’t last six more days, much less six years.
“Is that a dare?” As soon as the words left my lips, I remembered a forgotten detail, an unfulfilled promise that I intended for them to keep. Turning to Loren, who was now lying on his elbow, I studied him. “There is a solution if you’re feeling so hard up.”
He perked a brow as he looked up at me.
“You said you’re not particular about gender. I said no other women. The three of you made it extremely clear that this was a closed relationship when all I did was tell Xavier that blue was his color.” Loren was still staring at me, giving me no indication that he was catching my drift. Huffing, I decided to spell it out for him. “We never made rules on what you do with each other.”
I could dare Loren since he lost that race in Vancouver, but something told me I wouldn’t have to. Loren and Rich had already crossed that line when they kissed. It happened so naturally, I had to wonder if it wasn’t their first time.
I watched Loren’s lips slowly spread before his attention shot over to Rich.
“Is it me, or was this her plan all along?” He shifted his gaze back to me before Rich could answer. “You didn’t have to deprive us of your pussy to get what you want, baby fawn. Even if we hadn’t fucked before, right here, in this very bed you’re sitting on,” he said, dropping more than one bomb without preamble, only pointed pauses, “we still would have given you high doses of whatever the fuck you want. Houston, too, though it’s not his thing.”
Rising from the bed, Loren took my chin between his fingers once he was on his feet and tilted my head back.
“He already threatened to top me if I don’t behave. Did you know that?” he teased.
I shook my head.
“I’m almost excited to see him try if it gets you as wet as I’m sure you are right now.”
Loren was right.
I was ruining my panties with each word he spoke.
“Rich, get over here,” he ordered without looking away from me.
I couldn’t see him with Loren’s body blocking my view, but I heard the sheets on the twin bed rustle and his soft footsteps on the wooden floor. A moment later, Jericho stood next to Loren while they both towered over me.
Loren turned his head, meeting Jericho’s gaze, and gave him another order. “Kiss me.”
Heat enflamed my stomach when neither of them hesitated. Their lips crashed together with a desperation that wasn’t there the first time I witnessed them together. Loren’s hand left my face when he used it to pull Rich closer. They weren’t shy about using their tongues either or as careful with each other as they were with me.
Loren pulled away first, and the dominance in his gaze sent an excited chill down my spine. Admittedly, I was also a little jealous of Rich. This time he’d get to feel it instead of me.
“You remember how I like it, don’t you?”
The drummer nodded at Loren’s softly spoken question and slowly reached for his belt. He knew what his best friend wanted and didn’t have to be told twice. They started kissing again, teasing each other with their lips as Rich shoved his hand down Loren’s jeans.
I knew the moment he wrapped his hand around Loren’s cock. The shudder Loren released mingled with my whimper at not being able to see as Rich stroked him inside his jeans.
Loren started to yank the buttons on his crisp, white shirt free while staring coldly at his best friend. “I’m hard, Noble. You can stop toying with my dick like a virgin now and get on your knees. I want that pretty little mouth.”
Rich didn’t respond as he roughly shoved Loren onto the bed next to me. The bassist was lying on his back and looking at me now, lust clouding his black gaze as Rich dropped to his knees in my peripheral. “Come here, baby.”
I wen
t to him without question, and our lips crashed together with a hungry moan from us both. We were still kissing when Loren shuddered moments later and released my lips suddenly with an, “Ah, fuck.”
My gaze shot to the edge of the bed where Rich was kneeling between Loren’s legs with his mouth full of his best friend’s cock.
I’d teased them with the idea but seeing it unfold before me…seeing Loren and Rich gaze into each other’s eyes while they gave and took pleasure from one another…
Rich was right.
I wouldn’t last six more days.
I wasn’t sure I’d make it six more minutes.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you were at this,” Loren said with a groan as he tossed his head back.
His abs contracted each time Rich deep throated him—something I hadn’t been able to master yet—and each time, I felt my control slip and fought the urge to touch myself or beg one of them to do it. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted to be fucked, but right now, only my need to watch them together mattered.
“Braxton.” It was hard forcing myself to look away from Rich’s bobbing head and Loren’s thrusting hips as he gripped inky black hair and fucked his mouth. “There should be lube in the nightstand,” Loren informed me when our eyes finally met. “Get it for me, baby.”
Nodding, I crawled to the nightstand between the twin beds. I didn’t dare stand. My legs wouldn’t support me.
Yanking open the drawer, I found the lube and returned to my boyfriends with it in tow. Loren took the bottle from me and his dick from Rich before sitting up. I didn’t miss the regret in Loren’s eyes as he brushed the messy black strands from his best friend’s forehead while looking down at him.
“I’m sorry,” Loren whispered out of the blue.
Rich’s lips parted, telling me he was just as surprised as me though maybe not as in the dark. His silver gaze shot over to me, and then he gulped when I saw the guilt in them.
It was then that I knew what Loren meant and why Jericho now look worried about my reaction.
Loren was apologizing for Emily.
He’d sabotaged his best friend’s marriage, and until now, he hadn’t felt remorse. Rather than anger or jealousy, I felt relief. There was only hope for this next step forward blooming in my chest. I didn’t want her hanging over their heads or standing between them anymore.
I smiled at Rich and nodded as a single, happy tear slipped. I was not about this new crying life.
“It’s okay,” Rich whispered back. “I forgave you a long time ago.”
Only now, Loren deserved it.
Rich lifted at the same time that Loren leaned down, and they shared another kiss. This one was tender, making me wonder if there might one day be room for more than just friendship and attraction between them. Neither of them saw my devious smile as they continued to kiss.
They both stood, and I got comfortable on my stomach with my feet up and my chin in my palms as I watched them undress each other. It was like I wasn’t even here, and I was okay with that.
I felt like a voyeur.
“We haven’t forgotten about you,” Rich warned me, bursting my bubble as he sauntered fully naked now over to the bed.
I couldn’t even focus on the threat because I was too busy studying every dip and hard ridge that made up his body. He was the leanest of the three, but the natural definition of his muscles and abs was no less impressive.
And then there was that monster between his legs.
What he lacked in muscle, he more than made up for with his cock.
I flooded my panties at the thought of feeling him inside of me again as he lifted me onto my knees and disposed of my dress.
“Rich—”
“Shh. I just want to feel you,” he reassured me before his lips quirked. “It’s been a while, and I’ve only done this once. I might need the distraction.”
I heard what sounded like a top popping open and looked over his shoulder to see Loren squirting lube into his palm as he stared at Rich with nothing but lust and intent.
Oh.
Well, in that case.
I let Rich undress me until I was as naked as them. He then maneuvered me until I was lying on my side with my back flush against the wall to make as much room on the narrow twin for him and Loren. I was facing him when he joined me on the bed.
“I love you,” he whispered to me as we kissed.
I sighed my response, feeling the words on my lips and in my heart but still unsure whether to offer them just yet. I felt the bed dip, and Rich deepened the kiss as I pressed my naked body to his front to distract him from what Loren was about to do.
Jericho’s hard cock was pressed against my belly, and I squirmed at the temptation to beg him to put it inside of me. I couldn’t. If only for one more night, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to miss a second of them.
Loren was now spooning Rich from behind, and since I couldn’t resist the sight of them pressed together so intimately, I broke the kiss long enough to steal a peek. Loren smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. It wasn’t until Rich tensed and groaned in my arms that I realized what Loren was up to.
I hadn’t noticed his hand.
Or his long fingers probing the muscled globes of Rich’s ass.
The sight transfixed me, my lips parting when I felt Jericho’s tongue teasing my nipple as I watched. He wasn’t supposed to be touching me, but at this moment, I could deny him whatever he needed no more than my next breath. I could try, but eventually, inevitably, I’d give in or perish.
“Jericho.” I sighed.
He couldn’t answer me.
His groans were coming more often now as Loren fucked him harder with his fingers. I could hear the sound of him dipping in and out of Rich’s ass thanks to the lube and squirmed when the need became too much.
“Would you like me to fuck him now?”
My gaze shot back to Loren, and the wicked gleam in his eye made my toes curl. “Yes, please.”
“Of course, baby.”
Loren pressed closer to Rich, who was still suckling at my nipple, and produced a condom from…somewhere. He quickly sheathed himself and then pushed his thick cock head between Rich’s cheeks.
“Braxton,” Rich called to me.
I immediately went to him. Our lips met, and I was his.
But he belonged to Loren now too.
I knew it when Rich practically ran to me to flee Loren when he started pushing into him. I held his face between my hands as I kissed his lips repeatedly to try to distract him from the pain. My eyes opened the tiniest bit, and I could see Loren’s hips flexing whenever he worked another inch inside of Rich.
He was staring down at his best friend as he burrowed himself deeper. The lust and desire written on Loren’s face were so palpable I clung to Rich in order to keep my fingers from finding my clit.
“Do you remember how it was?” Loren asked as he continued to work himself inside. “Do you remember how good it felt?”
It seemed to take all of Rich’s strength to break our kiss and open his eyes. Looking over his shoulder, he met Loren’s gaze. “Yes.”
“Good.” Loren wrapped his arm around Rich’s waist. “Me too.” It was the drummer’s only warning before Loren shoved his cock to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” Rich barked. He tried to run, but Loren held him still. There was nowhere for him to go sandwiched between us anyway. “Fuck you, man. Fuck you.”
Loren’s only response was to groan from the feeling of being buried deep inside his best friend. “This ass is mine, Noble.”
Resigned to let Loren have his way, Rich’s head fell helplessly to the bed. I rubbed his toned arm, trying to soothe him as best as I could while Loren pumped lazily in and out of him.
“How does it feel?” I whispered to Rich.
It was Loren who answered, though. Jericho was too far gone. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
His daunting tone, coupled with the unyielding look he gave me, made my teeth sink int
o my bottom lip. Loren began thrusting faster and the sound of his hips meeting Jericho’s ass filled the small room as he pounded him.
He held my gaze the entire time he took Jericho from behind.
I was as much a part of this as the two of them.
So much so I forgot to object when Loren yanked my leg over Rich’s hip, opening me up for him.
“Finger her pussy,” he ordered Jericho.
Eyes still closed while Loren used him, Rich blindly obeyed. His fingers fumbled around before finding my soaked entrance and immediately plunging two of them inside.
“Yes,” I cried out as he fucked me while Loren fucked him.
Soon after, my eyes drifted closed against my will, and I was left with only the feeling of Rich’s fingers, the sound of Loren’s grunts and Jericho’s groans, the taste of cherries on my tongue, and the smell of morning dew and berries.
The small bed rocked beneath us, making the headboard bang the wall relentlessly as we found the perfect rhythm and rode it. I briefly worried it might break, but then Jericho’s thumb began circling my clit, and the only thing that mattered was the orgasm cresting. I felt what must have been Loren’s hand push between us and then him stroking Rich’s cock.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said to Rich. There was a pause and then, “Open your eyes.”
The way my body responded told me that the second command was meant for me. Letting my eyes slowly open, I found them both watching me, waiting for me to come even as they fucked each other. My breasts were smashed against Jericho’s chest as Loren’s thrusts became so forceful our bodies moved together as if the three of us were one.
I was the first to come.
I didn’t think to temper my cries.
I couldn’t think of anything else but the shock wave seizing my body. It took some time, an eternity it seemed, and then, I was finally spent.
Rich splintered apart with a choked sound, and I felt his warm seed splashing my belly as I stared into his gray eyes.
Loren wasn’t far behind.
His movements became less and less controlled until he shoved inside Rich one last time and filled the condom with a groan.
There was only our heavy breathing after he was done. That…and the sound of the front door slamming shut.