by Ophelia Bell
“This didn’t come out of the blue for you, did it?” He really has given this a hell of a lot of thought. At the photo session, when I came back upstairs after rubbing one out to find them making love again, he kept looking at the camera—at me—and I just thought it was him soaking in the attention. Now I’m not so sure.
“I wouldn’t say I planned it exactly, but this understanding that you’re more to me than just a friend has come in bits and pieces. Now that it’s all out in the open, I’m not willing to let it go without trying.”
I raise one eyebrow. “Somehow I don’t think you’re referring to getting fucked in the ass.”
Both his eyebrows shoot up and he raises a hand to his mouth, chuckling as he rubs his lips. “No. I mean being more than friends. Because if the alternative is losing you completely, I’d rather go all in.”
I swallow hard, barely daring to hope what he’s offering is real. “And Celeste is okay with this? Because this doesn’t happen without her. Both of you have to be on the same page.”
“That’s why I called her. We didn’t exactly have a discussion about taking things any further. But she’s a wily woman. I’ve got good reason to believe this is exactly the outcome she was hoping for when she made me her offer. That you and I would be willing to share her if we got past our own roadblocks. Don’t quote me on that though.”
My chest feels tight with hope and disbelief that this is really happening. I can’t help but double-check, or hell, triple-check to make sure. “If this happens, she’s mine too. You both are mine. All three of us . . . equal, a three-way partnership.”
“Relationship is the word you want,” he says, his voice lower, deeper than before. He shifts closer as if drawn by gravity. My heartbeat picks up speed. Can he really be offering me my wildest fantasy?
“Relationship,” I repeat and close my eyes and savor the word.
Warm fingertips graze the side of my neck and his breath hits my mouth a second before his lips. I’m not any better prepared for the kiss this time, but at least I’m aware that he means it. He closes the distance with the rest of his body, and I get to confirm that what I felt the first time wasn’t my imagination.
I push back, turning us both so his ass is against the counter, and grind against him so he knows the full scope of how hot this makes me too. We’re both hard as rocks.
He grabs my hips and breaks the kiss with a groan. “Have some mercy, for fuck’s sake.”
“Too late for that. I owe you for the torture session from last weekend. My dick was raw from jerking off to all those pictures all night long.” I dip my head to his neck and nip at his skin, inhaling his faintly floral, soapy scent. He smells like Celeste, and I like it on him as much as I liked it on her. I drop my hands to his ass and squeeze. “And if your offer still stands, I am absolutely going to take you up on it.”
He drops his head back and bucks his hips against me with a groan. “Jesus, take it slow. This is new to me.”
“Are you afraid?” I lean back to look him in the eyes again. “Because I’ve seen how much you like having a finger buried in your ass.”
“Just promise you’ll let me return the favor.”
“After we both have Celeste, because I’m not going to the trouble of helping you break her in without having a taste myself.”
“Fine. After Celeste.” He seeks out my mouth again and we kiss hungrily. I’m stunned, because I don’t usually agree to bottom, but for him I’d do just about anything.
I sink back into the kiss but jerk away at the snap of an umbrella and Celeste’s bemused voice. “What happens after Celeste?”
Leo tenses and shifts away from me, glancing over his shoulder before turning, but it’s way too late to hide what we were just doing.
He clears his throat but doesn’t make a move to go to her. Glancing down at his bulging jeans, I shake my head, quickly adjust myself, and head toward the elevator where she’s just exited. My hard dick makes it a bit of a challenge to walk, but shifting my thoughts to the gravity of the talk I just had with Leo helps get my libido under control, so I’m only at half-mast by the time I reach her.
“You two looked cozy,” she says when I help her out of her raincoat and hang it on the peg. She’s wearing another wrap dress. This one is long sleeved and burgundy, but it accents all her delicious curves just as nicely as the one she had on last weekend.
“Just settling some details,” I say.
“Do I get a chance to do the same?” Her hazel eyes peer up with a hopeful glint, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“You were hoping this would happen, weren’t you?”
“I want you to be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She touches my cheek and leans up, planting a soft kiss to my lips before brushing past me and heading to the kitchen, leaving me hard again just from the brush of her soft skin. Rather than walk into Leo’s arms though, she pauses at the corner of the counter and gives him a sheepish smile. “I hope you’re not mad.”
“You knew exactly what to dangle in front of me to get me down here, didn’t you? What was it that made you think it would work?”
“You were curious.” She shrugs. “And so far there hasn’t been a single thing I’ve asked for in bed that you’ve rejected.”
His arms are crossed but I sense he’s only giving her hell on principle. The sight of the pair of them together in my kitchen drives home the fact that they’re both here for me now, at least I hope they are. I still need Celeste to say it out loud.
But this is my opportunity to test them both, so I walk back to them and slip up behind Celeste, my eyes on Leo as I slide my hands around her waist, then dip my head to murmur in her ear. “Is this what you wanted, sweetness? To have us both?”
She tilts her head farther to give me access, her lashes lowering as she peeks at me from the corner of her eye. “I want us all to have each other. You two sharing me isn’t enough for it to work. You and I need to be willing to share Leo too.”
I come to the logical conclusion. “And you and Leo need to be willing to share me, is that it?”
“Yes.”
“Sounds like the perfect arrangement. How did you become so enlightened?”
My lips brush her neck and she sighs. “Believe it or not, it was something Papá said. I’ll tell you some other time though.”
I can’t imagine her father being quite so open-minded, but at the moment I don’t care. She leans back against me, her ass pressing tight to my hard-on. I hiss and bite down on her neck, casting a glance at Leo, who is still standing just a few feet away, watching intently. Remembering the real reason he’s here, I squeeze her hips and whisper in her ear, “He’s the one I want first.”
I release her and she turns, gives me a devious smile, and kisses me again.
I give her a sharp smack on the ass and say, “Go sit.” Then I look at Leo. “You too, lover. I have a plan.”
29
Celeste
Leo is unusually quiet when he obeys Maddox’s order, pulling up the barstool next to me and settling on it. The two stools are mismatched and worn smooth on the seats, but both have backs, and the one I chose is actually rather comfortable. Leo reaches for a bottle of beer with the label half ripped off, tilts it to his lips, then scowls when he finds it empty.
“Yo, barkeep, hit me.”
Maddox side-eyes him and shakes his head as he opens the fridge, then the freezer, retrieving a couple different items. “I’ll take care of you in a sec, I promise.”
When he turns back to the counter, he has a frosty bottle of tequila, a lime, a saltshaker, and three shot glasses, which he plunks down in front of us. He slices the limes and puts them in a small bowl, pours three shots, then slides everything toward us. “Don’t touch yet. You guys fucked with my head last weekend. It’s my turn.”
I bite my lip and glance at Leo. He looks at me, then away quickly, his cheeks turning red. That look makes me wonder if he’d rather I left him alone with Maddox to explore each ot
her in peace, but that isn’t an option if we want this to work. At least not yet.
Maddox is in his element though, his gray eyes bright with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever seen in him before. He slips around the counter and inserts himself between us, squeezes my thigh and Leo’s at the same time, then retrieves two limes from the bowl. He turns to me first, raises his hand to my cheek, and touches his thumb to my chin. The scent of lime mixes with his woody spice and I breathe him in, my stomach somersaulting at this step the three of us are about to take together. He opens his mouth, indicating for me to open mine as he touches the lime wedge to my lips. I open and grip the wedge between my teeth, catching on to his game.
He repeats the process with Leo without a word, except before placing the lime between his lips, he bends down and kisses him. Leo tenses, then relaxes, and when Maddox steps away, Leo holds the lime between his lips and his eyes are hazy with desire.
Maddox gives us both an irritatingly smug look, standing back and crossing his arms to take us both in. I get a little thrill realizing he has a dominant streak, and he’s totally getting off on bossing us both around right now. Then he moves, turning me clockwise ninety degrees so he’s no longer blocking Leo’s view of me.
“No hands, got it? Park them on the stool here.” He places both my hands on the sides of my seat and I obediently grip it. Then he snags the end of the tie at my waist and tugs. One side of my dress falls open, then the other when he pulls the tie through the loop enough to free it. He pushes it off my shoulders just enough to lower my bra straps, then hooks his index fingers in the scalloped lace edge of my bra cups and pulls them down beneath my breasts.
Cool air hits my nipples, and I flush hot from the sudden arousal flooding me at the simple act of being exposed. Leo’s expression is impossible to read with the lime wedge stuck in his teeth. The pronounced bulge in his jeans says enough though, and I blink and smile around my own lime. He narrows his eyes in response.
“Shh,” Maddox says as if we’ve been talking out of turn. He dips his mouth to my ear. “Behave,” he says, and pinches one of my nipples. Hard.
I grunt and involuntarily bite down on the lime, sending a shot of potent, sour citrus onto my tongue. My eyes water and my core grows hot, wetness pooling between my legs. Maddox reaches past me, his broad shoulders crowding me. He’s deliberately invading my space though, and I love the way he fills up all my senses so completely. He’s even humming a low song and I focus to make out the melody. Is that “I Kissed a Girl”?
Tilting to the side, I give him an incredulous look. He straightens up, holding all three shots in his hands, then bobs his head side to side and softly sings the lyrics to the pop song. Leo groans and I force myself to suppress a laugh as Maddox grins.
“Hold this.” He hands one of the shots to Leo, then turns back to me, stares down at my exposed breasts and licks his lips. He tosses back one shot without blinking, then I feel the cold glass of the other against the tops of my breasts. He grazes it over both nipples before slowly twisting it to secure it between my breasts. The glass has left condensation clinging to my nipples, so when he tips the saltshaker over each one, the granules cling easily, leaving each nipple coated in white crystals.
Maddox stands back to admire his handiwork, then turns me to face Leo again. “Enjoy the view. I need my camera.”
He leaves us sitting there, lime wedges stuck between our teeth and unable to talk. It isn’t as if we can’t just take them out and have a conversation, but I’m enjoying this game, and the fact that Leo’s still sitting there holding the shot glass makes it clear he’s as invested as I am. Leo’s gaze is fixed on my breasts, eyes blazing, then he lifts his head and our eyes meet. His brows lift as if to ask if this is what I want. I nod, then do the same, shooting a pointed look at his groin.
He scowls and points at me and I roll my eyes, shake my head, and look in the corner where Maddox is unpacking his camera from its case. Leo’s gaze follows mine, and he takes a deep breath through his nose. He watches Maddox for several second, then turns back to me, offers a shrug, points at his mouth, then his cock.
I frown, not sure what he’s saying. Did Maddox suck him off?
Leo huffs, then grabs his lime wedge. “He’s a phenomenal kisser, Celeste. He’s probably fucking phenomenal at everything.”
“Hey!” Maddox yells. “No talking!” He returns with his camera and sets it on the counter, glaring at Leo as he glances at the digital screen and presses a few buttons. “Do you want this or not?” He leaves the camera where it is, but I can see the little light on it blinking every few seconds. I think it’s taking burst shots of the scene.
Maddox takes Leo’s lime, holds it to his lips again and nods. “In.”
Leo opens up obediently and takes the lime, then sits back. Maddox remains there, blocking most of my view, and I realize by his movements that he’s unbuttoning Leo’s shirt. I’m still perched on the barstool, afraid to move and spill the shot of tequila tucked between my breasts.
Then Maddox takes Leo’s shot from him, and it disappears between them. When he finally moves, Leo is sitting straighter, his shirt half off his shoulders, and the tequila shot is wedged in the waistband of his jeans, just beneath his navel. Maddox slips behind him, pulls the shirt off his shoulders, and leans down, placing his mouth close to Leo’s ear to speak, while looking at me with a wicked smile. “That little outburst earned you some punishment.”
He slides Leo’s shirt down his arms, pausing at the cuffs. Leaving the sleeves at Leo’s wrists, he ties both ends of the shirt together around the bars at the back of the stool, binding Leo’s wrists to the chair.
“Now you could spit out the lime to talk, but spitting is against the rules in my house, got it?”
I follow Maddox’s movements intently, meeting his gaze before he moves partway around Leo again. His gaze shifts to Leo’s bullet scar and his expression darkens, then heats as he places a gentle kiss on it. He lingers, kissing the spot repeatedly, slowly working his way back and forth. Leo’s breath hitches and his eyes grow glassy. Maddox is practically making love to it. He pauses and exhales, turns his face and rubs his cheek across the spot, rumbling in Leo’s ear. “I would have died if I’d lost either of you. Never forget that.”
Leo meets Maddox’s eyes and shakes his head in response. That exchange is what seals it for me. We belong together, all three of us. Papá’s story might have been a lesson in caution, but what ended his relationship with Amador was their inability to love each other the way they both loved Mama. If these two men can love each other in a way Papá and Amador never could, I think there’s hope for us.
Maddox rests his forehead against Leo’s temple for a second, gathering himself, then the savage glint in his eyes returns and he smiles at me. A jolt of adrenaline shoots through me, and I sit up straighter as he slides between us again, dips his head, and swirls his tongue around one salt-encrusted nipple. I twitch and breathe sharply through my nose, squirming when heat rushes between my thighs again. He takes his time, licking, then sucking to get every last bit of salt off my skin. But instead of taking the shot from between my breasts, he turns and drops to his knees in front of Leo.
Leo’s eyes widen, and an excited buzz begins at the base of my skull. Maddox leans in and grabs the shot glass held in Leo’s waistband with his teeth, tilts it back with no hands, and swallows. The glass falls to the floor as he rises, leans in, and grasps the lime wedge held in Leo’s teeth with his mouth. Maddox sucks sharply, spits the rind onto the counter, and leans in again, tilting his head and kissing Leo hard and fast, then licking his way down Leo’s chin, where a line of dripping juice escaped from the lime. It trickles down Leo’s stomach, which has gone even tighter now, all his inked muscles rippling as Maddox licks his way lower.
Leo breathes in heavy pants when Maddox reaches his navel and looks up, both hands gripping the waist of Leo’s jeans. “You can bail out of this anytime. Just say the word. We can talk and come up wi
th another arrangement.”
Leo shakes his head. “No. When I told you I was all in, I meant it. Besides, I think Celeste would be disappointed if we didn’t give her a show.” He slips a lazy gaze to me and smiles, making my heart beat even harder. I offer an impatient murmur around the lime wedge and Maddox casts a quick glance back at me and chuckles.
“Fair enough, but, fair warning, I’m about to torture the fuck out of you both.” He unfastens Leo’s jeans, and I dig my nails into the chair, gaze fixed on the partial view I get over Maddox’s head. He drags Leo’s zipper down over the tight bulge, then yanks the sides wide. Leo’s dick strains at the purple silk of his boxers. Maddox leans in, opens his mouth, and bites the thick ridge beneath the sheer fabric.
Leo lets out a surprised grunt, but tilts his hips up as if asking for more. Maddox hooks his fingers over the elastic waistband and tugs, revealing Leo’s engorged cock inch by inch, pulling down until both Leo’s balls are pushed up with the elastic squeezing him underneath, much the way my bra now holds my breasts poised and exposed to the air.
Maddox takes both Leo’s balls in his mouth and Leo lets out a rough groan, letting his head fall back as his hips buck forward. Maddox’s chuckle is low and rough, shaking his shoulders as he sucks for a second, then releases his hold to lick his way up the underside of Leo’s cock.
I’m mesmerized by the sight, fascinated by the way Maddox takes Leo into his mouth, opening so wide he engulfs the entire thick length in a way I’ve never been able to do. He closes his lips around the root of Leo’s cock and sucks, his cheeks going concave with the intensity of it.
“Fuck!” Leo jacks his hips up, shoulders flexing against his bindings, and it isn’t clear whether he wants him to stop or keep going. But Maddox stops, sliding his lips along the length and sucking Leo’s tip once before standing and turning to me.
I must look stunned because he laughs and licks his lips. “He tastes like you, sweetness. Was he inside you today?”