Foundations: The Power of Three Love Series Page 12

“Babe, does it bother you?” I asked, looking over his shoulder.

  Arden: The two of you being together doesn’t upset me or make me jealous.

  Elliot: And Daimen is okay with this?

  A quick nod of my head was not needed but still let Arden know I was excited at the idea of being alone with our wonder in the other room. I couldn’t contain the dirty thoughts, and a throaty laugh escaped my lips.

  Arden: Yes, he is.

  Elliot: Okay, but all of my stuff is at my house. I’ll need clothes.

  Before I could even respond, Arden was typing his reply.

  Arden: That’s not an issue. We’ll take care of it for you. What size do you wear?

  My low belly chuckle made him cock his head toward me. “Um, women don’t like that kind of stuff, babe.” We waited for Elliot’s response, and I pulled his handsome face to mine, crashing my lips on his. I was frenzied by how all this was coming together—evolving into our heart’s desire.

  25

  Elliot

  “Ah, shit. I can’t get back to sleep, especially now.” After the slew of texts came through, my heart was battling with my mind. These men did the indescribable to my body. They were both gorgeous but as different as night and day. Arden had light features with the bluest eyes and a thinner but tall build. Daimen was as Italian as his last name. He was dark and brooding and broader than Arden, but they were a handsome couple. The idea of these two together caused me to shudder as that sensation in my lower belly started to build. One swipe of my clit and I’d come.

  We were done with our text conversation, but I picked up my phone to send one last group text.

  Me: You two don’t play fair, you know?

  Arden: Oh, believe me, I know.

  It was his simple reply that had me sitting up in bed. “I sure as hell won’t get back to sleep now.”

  Part of me wanted to be in bed with them, just to feel safe and secure. I pushed them so far away this past week that I didn’t blame them for granting me a little bit of breathing room.

  “I’m in trouble. No, I’m flipping screwed,” I said out loud. My thoughts went back to my parents and how I was raised in a traditional home with traditional beliefs. The first time they met Andrew, my dad was appalled I’d brought him home.

  “Elliot, he seems feminine to me. Is he … you know … into guys?” My parents’ irrational judgment was fueled by their self-righteous beliefs.

  “I should have known you’d never look past your own hate to see the wonderful man that Andrew is.” I’d never told anyone how much his presence in my life affected me. I’d been ashamed, but now, my father was going to get an earful. “He single-handedly

  pulled a man off me one night when that guy spiked my drink with some sort of drug. That sick fucker was going to rape me, yet my friend—the same one whose life choices disgust you—saved me from that.”

  My father’s words left me in pieces with his reply, “He probably wasn’t as noble as you’re making him out to be, Ell. I’m sure he wanted that guy for himself.”

  When hatred ran that deep in someone’s heart, how could I stop it? I’d never turn my back on my friend. I’d known that the day Andrew became a staple in my life, but this was my family. As vile as their thoughts were, at the end of the day, they were part of me.

  Returning to my world, the one where two men wanted me equally; choosing Arden and Daimen would be out of their realm of acceptance. Sure, this was Levi’s domain, but he’d always been okay with being disowned. Was I?

  But the more my mind was on my parents, the more I was starting to distance myself emotionally and was tired of being alone. Seeing all my friends get their happily ever made me understand I was missing out on my forever. I guess that made me a selfish bitch, but holy hell, I wanted happiness to find me.

  Both Arden and Daimen were right. I was in charge of my own happiness. I’d made the decision. I’d go to Lake Michigan with them and see where this led. If it was someplace I saw as my future, I’d cross that bridge when I chose my route, my road.

  26

  Arden

  I slept like a baby and woke up with a renewed outlook on the world. Fuck, I sounded like a girl, but I didn’t care because my girl—our girl—slept down the hall from us. Before my mind registered Daimen, he was blabbing on and on about clothes. “I’m sorry, honey. What was that?”

  “Babe, I’m calling Cheryl over at Gucci to have her choose clothes for Elliot for the rest of the week. No reason to even have her step foot in her apartment. I want to leave as soon as we have breakfast.”

  Rolling out of bed to the energetic mind of Daimen Torano, I scrubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining all of this. “Ell … she’s here, isn’t she?”

  “Morning, babe.” He leaned down to kiss my lips gently. “Fuck yeah,” was the only answer I got to my question. He continued the clothes conversation. “So five outfits. I will have our driver pick them up on his way to come get us.” Oh, he’d been busy planning today.

  “Well, do you think that is too over the top for Elliot?” I asked.

  “Possibly, but I want her to know we take care of those we love.”

  I wrapped my hands around his muscular midsection. “You do love that, don’t you? Taking care of those you love?” We’d not said those words to each other, concerning our feelings for Elliot, but it was as obvious as the Pope was Catholic. “I know you love her. And it’s okay because I fucking love her too.”

  He covered the phone after telling Cheryl to hold on. “Shit, how could we love her at this point? It doesn’t seem like it has been long enough, right? But I know I do, so much. I mean, I really do.” Daimen’s question might have been valid considering the time frame. But then again sometimes questions didn’t have to have the most obvious answer.

  “It’s not hard. She’s it for us, hon. You know that, right?” I asked.

  He turned with a small wink, returning to the phone call when I picked up my cell. I smiled as my eyes read Elliot’s text.

  Elliot: Morning

  Me: Morning, sweetheart. I thought you’d still be sleeping. Why do you wake so early on a day you’re not working?”

  Elliot: I wanted you to know I was thinking of you.

  Me: I can’t wait to see you, hold you, spend the day with you.

  Elliot: I need to go home and pack.

  Me: No, Daimen has his personal shopper picking out a whole new wardrobe for you. We know fashion, and we know what you like. Plus, if we’re being honest, we know what we’d like to see you in too.

  Elliot: Absolutely not! You’re too much. I have enough clothes. Tell him to stop, please?

  Me: You know Daimen well enough to know that answer. Let us spoil you. It won’t bankrupt us. I promise.

  Elliot: If I told you no, you’d probably do it anyway.

  I laughed out loud because she was right.

  Me: You’re learning, hot stuff.

  I loved getting my hot stuff all riled up. Daimen stopped talking to our personal shopper long enough for me to say, “Honey, I’m getting in the shower. Join me when you’re done spending our money.”

  “I haven’t even started, babe!” Daimen retorted while I disappeared into our bathroom. The second I entered the shower stall, dirty thoughts of Elliot and Daimen filled my mind and the virtual videos contributed to the relief my hard cock needed. In it, Daimen ate her pussy, and Elliot squirmed while I was above them orchestrating it all. Sure, Daimen probably wouldn’t freely give me control, but it was called a dream for a reason. My dick sure appreciated it when my orgasm stretched a couple of minutes.

  27

  Elliot

  My wet hair was wrapped in a turban, and when I walked around the corner, I was overwhelmed with the aroma of pancakes and bacon. I’d barely sat at the bar top island in the middle of the kitchen when a kiss greeted me on the cheek and a cup of coffee seemed to appear out of nowhere. He even had the amount of cream I liked. This man had been taking notes for the past several
weeks, ever so hopeful. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  He tapped his fingers on the countertop, an incredulous smile covering his face. “Doing what, having breakfast?” He turned to flip a pancake when he countered, “I hope you have it every day. You know what they say, it’s the most important meal …”

  “Okay, smartass, you know what I mean,” I choked out between the sips of heavenly coffee as I watched Arden’s jeans hang low on his waist.

  “No, I don’t. You’re enjoying breakfast with two men you happen to think are very sexy.” Oh, he had no idea, as he still had no idea I was ogling his fine body. He turned with a shit ton of pancakes on his spatula and deposited them on a plate in front of me. “First thing we’re going to do is break down what’s normal. Here’s the thing, hot stuff, you may see a woman and her adoring husband on the street. Sure as fuck, they may seem normal, but behind closed doors, he beats the shit out of her. That’s not normal or right or brings that poor woman happiness. You have two men willing to cherish you for life. What is least natural in those two scenarios?”

  His point was valid, but my mind was on one thing. I was eyeing his V when Daimen snuck into the room. Apparently, his eyes saw where mine were. “I can’t seem to take my eyes off this sexy bastard’s body either.” He strolled directly to me, tipped my head back, and placed a perfect, soft kiss on my lips. Licking them, he continued, “I love the way you take your coffee, little girl.” He winked, and I watched him almost assault Arden with a long, deep, and sensual kiss. “You’re a fucking sexy bastard, babe.” But he was not done. Cupping his cheeks, he took Arden’s face and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “I love you.”

  The beauty of their love never ceased to amaze me. Now that I saw Daimen away from the office, I knew he wasn’t a total asshole. But, shit, men who were assholes appealed to me. With Arden and Daimen, they were a great mix of what I’d always wanted in my life.

  “Ah, by the way, my brilliant man—that was a fucking great analogy.” Daimen’s gaze found mine. “Little girl, he’s wise beyond his years.” He popped a piece of bacon in his mouth. “Anyway, we’re set. We can leave as soon as breakfast is over.”

  My eyes had been locked on him since the new term of endearment I hated slipped from his mouth. “By the way, don’t call me little girl.”

  “Ah, she’s cute, thinking she picks the nicknames, babe.” His wink at Arden was sensual, so I let the little girl comment go. Truth be told, I liked his caveman persona. Though, in all honesty, it wasn’t really a persona. It was every bit of him.

  I piled a couple of pancakes on my plate and poured a ton of syrup over them. Before I could take a bite, I felt both pair of eyes on me. “We have a little girl with a little sweet tooth,” Daimen teased. I loved this side of him, who I swore didn’t have any softness. He let me see it from time to time, and it made him more fuckable if there was ever a question he wouldn’t be.

  “I know,” Arden replied, and he would. We’d eaten lunch together for the past month. I might know a lot about Arden and he me, but it didn’t diminish the emotions the sometimes-brooding Italian grump evoked in me.

  Daimen’s hands searched for me. He brought them to his lips. “Just so you’re aware, beautiful, Arden may know more about you, but I look forward to everything there is to learn when it comes to you.” The dark chocolate of his eyes impaled me with all his unspeakable passion transcending and transmitting every silent message my way.

  “You may be getting ahead of yourself,” I replied quickly in the hopes that I still held a little bit of common sense and composure in my body. No, that was gone, and he had to see that I had my own unspoken message in my eyes.

  But Daimen’s brooding demeanor never surfaced. He simply said, “Ell, beautiful, you can lie to us, but don’t ever lie to yourself.”

  Hell, he got the message from me silently. I still needed some semblance of control. I could let them sweat it out a little. Yes, I was a bitch, after all, so I could make them squirm and smile through it.

  “So,” I started, “I still need clothes.”

  Both men grinned at one another. Smug bastards, they went out and bought me a new wardrobe. And, as if on cue, I heard the annoying home security system alert them to a visitor.

  “See, here we go. Now we’re ready.” Daimen smirked, walking to the door and coming back with one bag. I never wanted them to shop for me in the first place, but one small bag won’t cut it.

  “They’re loading everything into the Town Car. But you needed clean clothes for today, so I took the honor of picking out your outfit,” he declared, and there was a little hint of the controlling Daimen.

  “Shit, knowing you, you’ll have me wearing a bikini on the drive up there.”

  Arden popped his head out of the kitchen. “Fuck, was that an option?”

  When Daimen held the bag out, he caught my arms I’d extended, bringing me close to his body. “I’ve not done this yet today.” He pulled me into a full mouth on mouth kiss. Again, like Daimen Torano, it was greedy and hurried, but at the same time, he wasn’t ready to let me go.

  Before we came up for air, a set of hands were on the long yoga pants they grabbed out of Scarlet’s apartment. Arden roamed one hand up, stopping briefly on my tits, then he tipped my head toward him. “Fuck, hot stuff. I can’t believe you’re in our arms.” Then he took me in his mouth, and it was playful but hot. Everything that Arden Blakely was.

  We peeled off each other, and I took my new outfit to the room I’d slept in last night. Okay, I used the word slept loosely. They had me so hot and bothered I could barely sleep.

  I looked in the bag and found a brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, a black thong, a lacy black bra, black yoga pants, and a long red T-shirt, socks, and a pair of sneakers. Well, this was much better than a bikini, and I’d be comfortable. These men thought of everything, and they seemed to know my favorite color.

  * * *

  A limo was waiting outside their building. I was barely in the back seat when large arms wrapped me and pulled me toward him. In a second, I was up against Arden’s long body and feeling Daimen’s hand, which was high above my knee. I wasn’t sure what we’d do with the two-hour drive. I needed small talk, something to take the thought that both Arden and Daimen’s hands were riding up my thigh. “Do you have a gym at the lake house? I’ve got to work out tomorrow.” It was a casual statement.

  “We do,” Arden answered, kissing the lobe of my ear.

  “What will we do the rest of the time there?” My tone was shaky, at best. Hell, I could barely breathe. With the divider up, we had all the privacy in the world.

  “Ell,” Arden whispered, his tone as smooth as a shot of whiskey, “No reason to be nervous with us. We’d never push you.”

  Daimen’s rich voice spoke a second later in my other ear. “We want you—in every way—as ours. Fuck, Ell, Arden is right. We won’t push, but the way your body reacts to us is so sensual, and I can’t even think. Your arousal—it’s feral and all I can smell.”

  Could a jaw be sexy? If it could, Daimen Torano won that award. His well-formed jaw with an angular curve made the apex between my legs ache for his touch.

  Then I turned to the other man’s intoxicating smell, my sweetheart and jokester—Arden. His lips were what could make me come. They were any supermodel’s dream. After I got a taste, I understood they were silky, and hell, if they weren’t freaking bitable, nothing was. I needed to sink my teeth into them.

  The expression on my face shifted from bewilderment to agony. These men made my pussy betray my plan of making them work for it—for me. All I wanted to do was have them in me. Well, when did I become so free? These two just made me consider a life I’d never had. And in my imagination, it was a beautiful life with beautiful men who only wanted to love me along with each other.

  Arden’s hand brought my face to his. “Listen, hot stuff, no reason to rush. We have all the time. And let me make this very clear. We’re not pushing you or expecting you to
sleep with us this weekend. We only want to learn more about you.” He dropped a kiss on my cheek. “And more than anything, you need to know how special you are to Daimen and me.”

  I’d not been special to anyone, like this, in a long time. And it felt fan-freaking-tastic to be desired again.

  “Do you like this?” Daimen asked, swiping his hand over my arm and running his fingers to my collarbone all the way down the length of my arm. How the hell could I not like this? He was touching me. I was in heaven.

  “What about this?” Arden questioned, brushing his fingers down my cheekbone.

  Daimen took my chin and leaned it toward him. “How about this?” he asked, gently kissing me on the lips, this time, so un-Daimen-like. It was sweet and tender.

  I couldn’t hold back as I let a little groan escape from my lips. “You know I do,” I stuttered, finally able to put a cohesive sentence together.

  “What are you thinking, beautiful?” Daimen asked, displaying his wide grin.

  “I’m feeling desired in a way I never have before.” My body shivered but not because I was cold.

  Arden leaned close to my ear and whispered, “You’re very much desired, hot stuff.” Surrounded by both men, I laid my head on Arden’s shoulder when my hand found Daimen’s. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed me, and in their safety, I found rest.

  28

  Arden

  We arrived to our sprawling home early afternoon. It sat a little higher than the homes around us—it was like even our house boasted our success. The lake house was our first splurge in life after we made it big. Daimen and I had both come from humble beginnings and being able to put down two million dollars on this mansion on the lake was a no-brainer. Over the years, we’d made it more of our home, adding an indoor and outdoor swimming pool plus a guest wing. We had our own separate annex with our master and had constructed a small room as a nursery for when the time was right. Even early on in our relationship, we’d wanted children.