“I remember,” Ronin said, the look in his eyes heated.
“Now you’re going to have to tell me the story,” Julia said, and then she held out her hand.
I looked at it for a moment and then slid my hand into hers. She gave it a squeeze, and then Ronin was on her other side, his hand on the small of her back.
“Let’s go get something to eat.”
I followed them, wondering how the hell this was my life, but knowing that maybe I needed to take this chance.
Chapter 6
Julia
I smiled into my glass, doing my best not to laugh and shoot water out of my nose. That’d nearly happened twice already, and I had a feeling if I wasn’t careful, Kincaid and Ronin were going to send me right over the edge.
Over what, though? Perhaps not only laughter. No, I had a feeling it had to do with the way they looked at each other and then at me. There were different kinds of tension bubbling beneath the surface. And it didn’t only have to do with the past these two men in front of me shared. It had more to do with what could happen after dinner.
The idea that I could want someone in such a similar way to how I wanted Ronin might have shamed me if I had been in another place in my life. But I had grown into the woman I was. I was sure of myself. I’d had to be after walking away from my parents and trying to find my own way. They hadn’t supported me, and I had lost their love long ago, but I had found the woman I needed to become. And that woman loved her husband, craved him. But she also wanted the man currently giving sex eyes to her spouse.
I took another sip of my water, my mouth parched. Apparently, my mind was going in a very dirty direction, even if I had told myself that might not happen tonight.
Only I saw the longing glances, and not merely between them. No, it was between the three of us. And I wasn’t sure we would be able to hold back much longer, not with the way we all looked at one another.
“And can you believe that the one day I was trying to get an actual portrait of this man, he kept flipping me off the entire time? All he had to do was act like his serious and brooding self. Instead, he couldn’t stop smiling.” Kincaid laughed, and I grinned.
“Ronin smiles. He’s not all serious and broody.” I looked over at my husband, who shrugged.
“Sometimes, I can’t even hold back laughter.” He did his best to keep a very stern expression on his face, and then grinned, his mouth twitching. “Okay, fine. I suck at acting seriously when I’m supposed to be. I’m not very good at it. I only brood when others think I shouldn’t.”
I shook my head and leaned into Ronin’s side. We were sitting on the couch, relaxing after a delicious dinner of roasted chicken stuffed with lemon and garlic and served with mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. I had made cookies that morning, needing to keep my hands busy, and a few of them were still left on the table.
Kincaid sat on the other side of the couch, and while I was close to him, we weren’t touching. Ronin sat facing the front, although his head was turned to us, my back to Ronin’s side, my feet tucked up under me as my body was positioned towards Kincaid. He had his back against the corner of the couch, one knee up, so the three of us were looking at one another, all nearly touching, or in my case with my husband, touching just enough.
I couldn’t be the only one sensing the rising heat in the air. But I had been the one to broach the subject so much already. Should I be the one to do so again?
“You should tell him about the time you entered that wet T-shirt contest,” Ronin whispered, his voice deep against my ear.
I knew he had done it on purpose, that low growl sending shivers right to my nipples. They pebbled, my whole body growing tight. I pressed my thighs together and looked up at Kincaid’s eyes. The light blue darkened ever so slightly, his cheeks turning red. But that wasn’t embarrassment.
No, that was all me.
“Wet T-shirt contest?” His gaze deliberately moved to my breasts. They were not small. In fact, they felt even more substantial than usual. I was all curves, much to my mother’s displeasure. Not that I had ever cared what she thought of me. I filled out my shirts, and now the lace of my bra scraped against my nipples every time I took a breath. It was hard for me to breathe just then with the tension in the air.
I swallowed hard, licking my suddenly dry lips. Ronin gently brushed his knuckles down the skin of my arm, and I sucked in another breath, trying to calm myself.
I cleared my throat. “The guy I was dating at the time didn’t believe I’d do it.”
“I was in the audience,” Ronin said, his voice still deep, sending shivers down my back. I pressed my thighs together again, my clit pulsing, just from the look in Kincaid’s eyes, and Ronin’s heated body pressed against my back. “I didn’t know it was her at the time. We met for real later, over that book.”
“And did you win?”
I grinned, moving my shoulders back in pride, the action pressing my breasts into the front of my shirt more. “Of course, I did. And I never saw that little fucker again. He was rude about it,” I added as Kincaid frowned, his gaze moving between my eyes and my chest. “He thought I didn’t have the gumption to go up and take off my bra and do a wet T-shirt contest with the rest of the girls. And then when I dared to do it, he got all caveman and tried to tug me out of there.”
Ronin growled. “I remember another person coming in and punching the shit out of him.”
“You?” Kincaid asked, looking over my head at Ronin.
I felt Ronin shake his head. “Another guy. A friend of hers from college.”
“Just a friend. And I did not like the way my ex got grabby, so that was the last of him. Either way, though, I won. My breasts were amazing.”
“Were?” Ronin chuckled, his voice rough. His hands slid down my arm, just a brush, a touch, and I sucked in a sharp breath, my entire body vibrating. Once again, I pressed my legs together, needing the friction. He reached out and gripped my knee, spreading my legs slightly. Not so much that Kincaid could see anything—after all, I was wearing pants—but enough to give Ronin control.
“Not yet,” he whispered and bit my earlobe.
I moaned, forcing my eyes open as I looked at Kincaid.
He shifted in his seat, and my gaze traveled down his body, landing on his very rock-hard erection, straining against his jeans. Given the length of him behind his zipper, I knew that if we did this, it would hurt in the best way possible.
“I was going to ask if you needed coffee or anything,” Ronin whispered, his attention on Kincaid and me. “But I don’t know if I need the extra caffeine.”
I let out a small laugh, the sound tangling with Kincaid’s rough chuckle.
“I can leave right now, and you guys can finish your evening,” Kincaid said, setting his glass down on the table.
I frowned, wondering if I had misread the situation.
Ronin kissed my temple before slowly running his hand down my thigh. My legs spread of their own accord, and I blushed, trying to press them together again, but then Ronin pushed back.
“You don’t need to leave. You can do whatever you’d like, but I do believe we need ground rules.”
“Ground rules?” Kincaid repeated slowly.
I cleared my throat, knowing it was my turn to speak. “Yes, you know me and rules. They are my favorite.” My voice sounded breathless, heady with anticipation. I didn’t even sound like myself.
I loved it.
“Ronin is my husband, and I love him, and tonight I want to make love with him. And I would love it if you joined us.” My cheeks heated, and I wondered how the hell I’d ended up here.
Ronin laughed behind me and kissed me again. “Julia and I talked before you came. We are both in agreement that whatever happens tonight does not need to be permanent. But we do need to make sure we discuss what happens. If we want this to happen again, or if this is just to be one night.”
Kincaid looked at us, and was silent for so long that I was afraid I had made a mist
ake. Still, I did not press my legs together.
“I don’t know if, after today, I can walk away,” Kincaid said, and relief poured through me.
I didn’t know him, but I wanted to.
“We’ll take this as it comes,” Ronin said. “Just the three of us.”
“Just the three of us.” Kincaid looked at us and nodded. “No, I don’t think a fourth in any fashion is what is needed. Or what any of us wants. I’m not Alexis.”
Ronin stiffened behind me. “I don’t think any of us are.”
I needed to speak. “Good, because this is getting serious, and I’m kind of freaking out. So if someone could kiss me, that’d be great.”
Ronin bit my earlobe, and I moaned, but it was Kincaid who moved forward. He cupped my face, his hands reaching around and tugging on my hair slightly. The bit of pain urged me on, and I groaned, leaning forward. He looked at me, his eyes stark with need, and then he crushed his mouth to mine.
I moaned, arcing for him, but doing so pressed me closer to Ronin from behind. My husband’s hands slid up my shirt and cupped my breasts, plucking at my nipples through the lace. It was the exact kind of pain and heady sensations I needed—a man who knew my body in every way possible.
“You taste sweet,” Kincaid growled against me.
“You should taste her everywhere,” Ronin whispered.
I blushed, my hand rising. Kincaid sighed. He froze. “I’d like that. If you give me permission.”
I looked at him and then nodded. Then I arched my neck slightly so I could look at Ronin. “Just the three of us. For tonight. While we figure this out.”
“Anything you want, Julia. I love you.”
He kissed me softly, and I sank into him. “I love you, too.”
“Now, let’s have fun with this.”
Ronin cleared his throat. “Let’s go to the bedroom first, though. Only because this angle might not be great for my leg.”
Kincaid cursed and immediately jumped up. “Shit, I forgot.”
My husband smiled. “It’s okay. It means we get to have a little more fun with positions.
“Good, because I’m going to want to touch you, too,” Kincaid said, then I finally pressed my thighs together as we all made our way to the bedroom. We turned the corner in the hallway, and then Kincaid lifted me up, twisting me in his arms so I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I let out a sharp gasp and looked down at him. “Really?” I asked with a laugh.
“I’m just saying, why not?”
I kissed him again and then reached out to tangle my fingers with Ronin’s as we made our way to the bedroom. We had a large California King, one that I had liked because of the way Ronin and I could roll around, but I was thrilled for the extra space now.
Kincaid rested me on the edge, and then Ronin was there, standing between my legs, slowly playing with the seam of my pants.
“You ready for this, wife?” he inquired, claiming me in front of Kincaid.
“Always,” I said. “I trust you.”
A visible shudder slid over my husband before he turned and looked at Kincaid.
“Please?” I asked, knowing that perhaps they needed that slight push.
And then the man that I loved and the man I already felt connected to leaned forward, and their lips brushed. That single touch was all it took. The two of them pulled one another, their mouths hungry, kisses fierce. I slowly slid my hand into my pants and over myself, touching my clit. I was already so wet, so hot. If I weren’t careful, I would come right then.
Ronin pulled away, his breath coming in pants as he tugged on Kincaid’s hair and then looked over at me. “I do believe our Julia is already getting started without us.”
“You two have fun. I’m good right here.”
Kincaid shook his head and went down to his knees in front of me. “Oh no, I do believe you need to be the center of attention for now.”
And then he tugged at my pants. Ronin moved to the side of the bed, and I helped him take off my shirt, his hands slowly cupping my breasts as Kincaid worked my pants. They were both touching me, using their mouths and fingers. I could barely keep up. And then I was naked in front of them, both of them still clothed, and my legs were spread. Suddenly, Kincaid’s mouth was on me.
I shifted, groaning, my fingers tangling in the sheets as I pressed into him. Ronin’s mouth was on my breasts, sucking and tugging at my nipples as Kincaid lapped at me like a starving man. He spread my thighs and then pulled me to the edge of the bed, moving my legs so that my knees were practically at my shoulders. I moved with him, and he ate at me, sucking and licking until the sensation of both men’s hands on me sent me over the edge.
I could barely breathe, my whole body was shaking, and when Ronin stripped off his shirt, my hands immediately moved to his flesh.
“You do taste sweet,” Kincaid whispered against my pussy before he leaned back and undid his shirt.
Ronin stood up and slowly started stripping the rest of the way, while Kincaid did the same. “I’m going to need to be the one who lays down,” Ronin said. “At least, tonight.”
“We can do that,” Kincaid said before he kissed me again.
Ronin and I had been together for years, and we knew what positions worked for us. We were creative, and from the dark glint in Kincaid’s eyes, so was he.
I crawled up my husband’s body, pumping his dick twice before I straddled him, kissing him hard. Kincaid came up behind me, and I looked over at him, the thick lines of him so damn sexy, I almost came again just sitting on my husband’s chest. While Ronin was a bit slenderer, his dick was thicker than Kincaid’s, but Kincaid was longer.
The fact that I was sitting here comparing dick sizes and loving that I would be able to play with both of them made everything suddenly seem far too real.
“What are you up for tonight?” Kincaid asked, looking at both of us.
He slowly slid his hand over my back and played between my cheeks. I leaned into him and groaned.
“We can do that,” I whispered. “I think the idea of both of you inside me at the same time might kill me, but in the best ways.”
“There’s lube and condoms in the drawer,” Ronin said, lifting his chin. “We play often enough that she should be ready. You still need to be careful.”
“Always,” Kincaid promised, his gaze intense. And then he leaned over and kissed me, and I could taste myself on him. I groaned, needing more, but then he pulled away. Ronin tapped on my thigh, and I grinned at him. “Saddle up,” he whispered, and I crawled up his body and held onto the headboard. He spread my thighs and laughed at me, and I groaned, rocking on his face as he sent me into orgasm. My body shaking, my breasts heavy, I leaned back, grateful that Kincaid was somehow there, his hand on my breast, the other playing between my cheeks. He worked me, played with me, and when he started fucking me with his fingers, I arched, needing more.
But then he pulled me away, just enough that I could see his face.
“First, before I take you there,” he said, pressing firmly against me, “let’s suck your husband’s dick,” he whispered, winking.
I laughed, loving that I could in this moment. I crawled over Ronin, kissing Kincaid, and then my husband, and then both Kincaid and I made our way to the glory that was my husband’s cock. I laughed inwardly at that thought before looking up the length of him. Kincaid did the same, and we met at the tip, kissing before going back. I lapped at Ronin’s balls while Kincaid swallowed Ronin whole, hollowing his cheeks and going deep. We both hummed against him, and Ronin cursed, tugging at my hair. “I am not going to come right now. I want to be in your pussy when I do.”
I pulled away, and Kincaid tapped at my hip. “Why don’t you ride him, and then I’ll ride you.”
I shivered, but then I bent over and pumped Kincaid’s dick, loving the way he groaned. I saw the scars on his body, which I knew he likely wouldn’t want to talk about right now, but we would. I loved his ink, but I wanted to know all about him.
I was giving my body to him and my husband. I hoped he would give us something more.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, knowing we just needed to focus on what we were doing. I swallowed Kincaid, needing his taste, as both Ronin and Kincaid had their hands on me, playing with my breasts, my pussy. And then I pulled away, reacting when Kincaid shoved hard, and I groaned, my mouth on his.
And then I straddled my husband and sank onto his cock. I groaned, my body stretching to accommodate him. As I leaned forward, kissing him, Ronin reached around, spreading my cheeks for Kincaid, and I felt the coolness of the lube before Kincaid started working me again.
“Ready?” Kincaid asked, his voice rough as he licked up my spine and latched on to my neck. I moaned, my whole body shaking as I rode Ronin. My husband had his hands on me, his mouth on me, and when Kincaid reached over my shoulder to kiss the love of my life, I almost came right there, but I forced myself back, knowing if I did, I would miss it all.
“Please,” I begged.
And then Kincaid slowly worked himself inside me. I was so full, it was nearly too much, yet just enough. I needed the pain, the pleasure even more so.
And when Kincaid was fully seated, the same as Ronin, they each took a breast, met each other’s gazes, and moved. I looked over my shoulder at Kincaid, and then down at Ronin.
“Wow,” I whispered, but I thought it was possibly only in my head.
When the two of them moved, the three of us arcing into one another like we’d been doing it for eons rather than just this one time, I felt like something shifted. It wasn’t just Ronin and me anymore. No, this was the possibility of a future.
I knew this man in front of me, knew him with every ounce of my soul.
And I knew that he loved the man behind me, the one taking me over the edge into bliss. And it wasn’t only Ronin who wanted him. There was something there, something that I craved, as well. I wouldn’t have let him touch me otherwise.
And when the three of us came, I could barely keep my thoughts together. But I knew that we would have to talk once I did. We would have to take a breath.
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