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  “Me too,” Arden chimed in.

  My tone was controlled when I demanded, “No, I watch you as you watch me.”

  With a loud moan, I knew it would be a hard sell for Daimen, the control freak. “Fine, but no one else fucking has a say for the rest of the day,” he ordered. With my one finger on my clit, moving it in a circular motion and another finger inside me, my eyes rolled back in my head.

  “You close, hot stuff?” Arden asked.

  “Yeah,” I stuttered. I wasn’t sure how one word with one syllable could make me stammer, but I did it, experiencing every bit of pleasure by watching them fuck each other like animals.

  My juices milked my own hand, and all I could do was moan. The audible sounds of both men coming undone was my downfall. With hands around my body, they both carried me to bed, lying on either side of me. It was the last thing I remembered. Didn’t know that one long orgasm could drain me, but sure as hell, it did.

  * * *

  I woke up alone an hour later. And when I wandered into the living room, I found Daimen and Arden snuggled together on the couch. They were adorable. “Oh, hey. I just wanted to see where you all were. I’ll give you some time alone.”

  Arden was off the couch in record time, grabbing me from behind. “No, this time up here is about us being together, all of us.”

  Narrowing my eyes to his, I mumbled, “Actually, I wanted to borrow your car. I needed to run to the store.”

  “What do you need, hot stuff? We’ll have Helen pick it up.” His eyes wandered around my skimpy pjs.

  “What the hell? I can do my own shopping. I’ll be an hour tops. Please.”

  “Hell, little girl, we aren’t kidnapping you. Of course, you can use the Land Rover, anytime. But just out of curiosity, what do you need? No need to go all embarrassed on us—with what we just did in there an hour ago,” Daimen added, pointing toward their room.

  He had a point. “It’s a female thing.” I finally broke down and told them, “The bras you got me. They’re too small.”

  Daimen smirked at Arden. His reply was typical. “Beautiful, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re more endowed, which is a good thing.”

  “Once a guy, always a guy,” I added because my men seemed to love my big boobs.

  “What size to you wear?” Arden chimed in.

  “A thirty-four D and you all got me a B.”

  “I’ll call and get you some from the boutique we frequent, and we’ll have Helen pick them up,” Arden insisted. “A D cup on your build, yowser. That’ll be fun.” Arden high-fived Daimen like they were sixteen years old again.

  “You boys quite finished?” My snarky question had them winking at me while they both shook their heads.

  “No, can I just check to make sure?” Arden questioned, an incredulous grin covering his face. Before I knew it, both men had me pinned down. All I could smell was their arousal.

  “I’ll take care of the boobs; you can have the pussy,” Daimen said. “It tastes quite good.”

  “I’m completely thirsty.” Arden’s reply instantly made me wet as he pulled down my shorts when Daimen pulled off my tank top. “Let me know when I can take a few nips at her breasts, though. I need to feel those things.”

  “They’re quite supple,” Daimen replied, rubbing them gently as I lay there moaning.

  Who cared about someone else picking up my bras when they did this to me? I couldn’t stop writhing in pleasure as Daimen tasted my breasts and Arden was licking my clit. Groaning, Daimen stated, “Be as loud as you want, we’ll take it as a compliment.”

  The more that Arden licked me, the louder I became. Daimen was pinching my nipples, and that added more arousal to my clit with Arden’s suckling. I was close, so close to an orgasm, and one more lick did it for me.

  “You okay, Ell?” Daimen asked.

  “Um, yeah, just fine. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in my life.”

  Daimen’s hands were barely off me when he asked, “What do you want to do now, beautiful?”

  “We can finish The Goonies.” Both men rolled their eyes at me but turned the movie on without a second thought.

  42

  Arden

  My eyes were fixed on Daimen’s. He’d always been a little jealous when we added a girl to the mix. With Lana, he was very possessive of my time, even when I knew he loved her. It never bothered me because I was his focus and he was mine, but now, with Elliot, my attention was split. But it wasn’t hard with them, making them both my center would be the easiest thing.

  “You all ready to eat?” I asked.

  “Famished,” Elliot announced.

  “When don’t you eat?” Daimen teased, and at this small moment, I saw that something had shifted with them, an ease and a chemistry combined. “You should see how much food this girl can down, especially now that she’s feeling better.” The concern that laced his tone was sweet. She’d made him this way.

  “That’s why I work out. Well, not what you classify as a workout,” she teased, poking Daimen and sticking out her tongue.

  “Oh, thanks for the reminder, beautiful.” His gaze shifted to me. “Babe, you should see her definition of a workout. I’m not sure how she stays so fit, and you’re fit down to your little toe.” Turning his head toward Ell, he winked.

  My plan of leaving them alone could have ended in two ways. Death was a possibility, for sure, but it worked to my advantage. In a day, they found their own way and didn’t kill one another.

  I smiled at their banter and was excited at how close they’d become in twenty-four hours. “Well, let’s eat.” He grabbed his phone and texted the service to attend to our lunch. “Crab patty sandwiches, potato salad, and New York cheesecake. One of the men Helen works with put up a small tent down on the beach.”

  Elliot smiled and reached out, linking my arm with hers. “How did you know that’s my favorite meal?” Before I could answer, she questioned, “Andrew?”

  “Yep. It’s always good to have someone who knows you well. And by the way, we want to know you like that.”

  “You all are absolutely going to spoil me.” Elliot could claim all day that she didn’t want material items from us, but from the glitter in her eyes, it was clear she loved us pampering her.

  “I know. That is the point, beautiful,” Daimen said, watching us with a smile that never faded.

  * * *

  Tasting her sandwich, I was happy she seemed to like it. “Watch it, sweetheart, anybody walking by may think we’re giving you an orgasm.” Both Daimen and Elliot about spewed their food out of their mouths.

  “My guy, always the clown of the bunch,” Daimen joked.

  For the first time since being at the beach, I reached for Daimen across the table and squeezed his hand. “You’re right, hon, I’m your man.” I winked his way. “And I hate to break it to you, hot stuff, but after what we did in our bedroom, you’re ours.”

  Elliot bit down on her lip, giving a wink similar to the one Daimen just gave, and claimed, “I’m down for that.”

  * * *

  After lunch, we finished a couple of bottles of wine. And we’d turned silly almost drunk talking about the first time Daimen and Ell came face-to-face.

  “Man, you almost turned red like a tomato. If I didn’t want to slap you, I would have thought it was almost cute.” Ell squeezed his knees, placing a kiss on his lips.

  “Beautiful was not the first ‘B’ name I came up with for you,” Daimen added, and through it all, we laughed and drank, and hands wandered to various parts of each of our bodies.

  We had so much to discuss, but no one wanted to interrupt the pleasure and excitement we’d been enjoying. But on cue, Ell cleared her throat. “Um, what are we doing here? I mean, how will this work?” Her question was valid. “Are there ground rules, or do we make them as we go?”

  Extending his hand over Ell’s shoulder and bringing her close, Daimen snuggled her to his side with a sense of pride and protection. “What do you want to k
now, hot stuff?” I asked.

  “Um, well, since this is a committed triad, what do we do when it’s just the two of us or you two are alone? Does that mean we’re only together sexually if it’s all three of us?”

  I broke out in a deep laughter while I could hear a chuckle escape from Daimen. “Look at you, hot stuff, breaking out the verbiage. Our girl has done her research, honey.” A small smirk covered her face as she nodded her head.

  “Well, beautiful, this is stuff we’ll understand better through trial and error. But for now, I’d suggest we make a couple of rules, and if it doesn’t work, we talk about it honestly. Communication is vital in a basic two-person relationship, so in a triad, it’s of the utmost importance.” Daimen’s level way of thinking was so different from my off-the-cuff approach to life, but I could live with his suggestions.

  “But,” I began, “I think you know my vote on the whole sex thing.”

  Throwing a crumpled up napkin at me, Elliot’s voice filled the silence. “Yeah, I think we all do, you pervert.”

  I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. “Yes, I love sex, I won’t deny that, but our individual relationships are just as important as the three of us together. In all honesty, if it doesn’t work, let’s talk about this. But if I want Daimen and you’re not there, I think it will put more strain on us to deny one another.”

  A shiver overtook Ell, and Daimen pulled her in tighter. “The pervert has a point, beautiful.”

  A smile peeked out behind her scowl of earlier. “I mean, you don’t have to convince me on the merits of sex, you big oafs!” All three of us laughed while I filled our wine glasses back to the top.

  “Next question?” I probed.

  “I just have one, for now. How do we act in public?” She bit her lower lip with a flush covering her face.

  “Again, this is one of those trial and error sort of areas,” I started. “We do what we’re comfortable with. If we’re in public, and I grab your hand, but you’re not okay with it, I won’t be offended. It’s hard, I won’t even try to sugarcoat it, but I refuse to let the world dictate how we act. I’ll always listen to you, Ell, but the world can go fuck themselves.” Directing my gaze to Daimen, I asked, “What are your thoughts, hon?”

  His smile told me all I needed to know. “I think you covered it. Fuck the world. Great approach.” He pulled away from Ell and brought her face to his. “Ell, anything else?”

  “Not now, though I’m sure there will be. Let’s talk about it each day, maybe at dinner or before bed?”

  I moved closer to Daimen and Ell. Kneeling at her feet, I pulled her hands into my own. “Now that’s an idea I can live with.”

  Daimen’s head lets me know he’s ready for the surprise we had for our girl. I stood, pulling out something from my pocket, and with Daimen near me, he started, “We know it’s early, but we have something for you to wear. And you can look at it to remember our first couple of days together as we started building this.”

  “You would’ve been pissed if we spent a lot of money, and we came down here that first day when you were in bed and combed the beach for the perfect gift for you. And if we could’ve taken you to our beach home at Cape Hatteras, we would have found you a shell.” My man and his long explanations cracked me up most of the times but I was getting antsy. But once he got started, there was no stopping him.

  Taking a breath finally, he continued, “Anyway, I hope we have time for that one day.” I handed him the necklace and moved to the side to watch Ell’s face. “We came across a piece of emerald glass, and it reminded us of your eyes. It so happened that we found three small pieces in various sizes.”

  He’d placed it over her head and her chin fell to her chest, looking at our gift. “See,” I began, “we had a jeweler who fashioned it together, rubbing out the sharp edges and covering it with a sealant so it won’t cut you. But it’s the embodiment of what we’d like to build. Three of us together. We aren’t asking for a commitment; we just want a chance to prove that we can be fucking great. There’s power in three, especially the three of us.”

  She held the glass pendant in her dainty little hands, and a tear escaped her eye. Daimen reached to the other side of her, and we were both wiping them from her face.

  Elliot’s hand shook up against her neck, still watching the glass as though it could talk. “Ell, is this too much?” I asked her, fearful we’d pushed her too far. “Hot stuff, we came on too strong,” I sighed. We scared her.

  Her eyes darted to Daimen’s and then to mine. “No, it’s not what you think. I mean …” Her speech was stuttered as more tears fell from her face. “It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done. You picked this out and had it made for me? I still don’t know why you’ve chosen me, of all people, but it’s safe to say, Daimen Torano”—she turned toward me—“and Arden Blakely, I’m falling in love with you more by the second.”

  “That’s a good thing, hot stuff, because I’m certifiably in love with you.” It was simple and the fucking truth.

  Daimen’s arm gently turned her chin back to him. “Same goes for me, little girl. You stole my heart the second you came blazing in my office, not taking shit from me.” He leaned in close to her ear and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “I love you. I can’t breathe without you near me.”

  Before I knew it, my fingers were unzipping her jeans, and Daimen was unbuttoning my pants. “Um, guys, don’t you think we need to …?” She started to pack everything up we’d brought down until Daimen had her in his arms.

  “Leave it, beautiful. We have someone to clean up.”

  She was laughing. “Put me down, you caveman,” she shrieked as I could only cheer Daimen on for taking the initiative. “What are you looking at, funny man?” Ah, as far as nicknames go, I could think of better, but at the moment, all I wanted was to make love to the two most important people in my life. Even as one was carrying the other like a sack of potatoes.

  43

  Elliot

  We’re a pile of limbs and other body parts when we stumble into the master bedroom off the deck. “We’re all sandy—to the shower,” Daimen commanded with a wave of his arm. “Remember, I gave both of you free rein today, and you owe me.”

  “Aye, aye, captain.” The salute from Arden was everything I’d come to expect from my funny man. Between the wine and hormones flying among the three of us, we were silly but also horny, to say the least. Every hair on my head stood at attention, just as both the men’s cocks did as they undressed. I was a beacon for them both, and they wrapped their hands around me, stripping my clothes as we progressed to the shower.

  “Are you ready for this, for us?” Arden asked, his breath tickling my ear.

  My voice wasn’t more than a whisper when I replied, low but controlled, “Hell and fuck to the tenth degree yes, I’m ready for you both.”

  Daimen’s body brushed against my ass, and his ever-growing erection poked my body. The heat from his skin caressing my nipple almost burned. No one was thinking clearly, and we had only one thing on our mind. The water started, I assumed one of the men had turned it on. But my mind was not on anything besides their hands roaming my breasts, my stomach, and the southern-most region I loved.

  I was yanked in the shower; again, not particularly aware how I got in there. I opened my eyes briefly to a dark head of hair between my tits, and then I felt a tongue attack my clit. I steadied myself on the walls, but I could’ve been silly putty at this point as Daimen’s strong arms supported me.

  It was silent, so very silent, except for the sounds of our body making the music I was trying to store in my mind. I never wanted to forget this—the first of many we’d have together. My orgasm came on so fast; I held tight to Daimen. But the groans coming from Daimen were more than having his face in my tits. Arden must be a busy boy, bringing us both to orgasm at the same time. My funny boy was also my very naughty boy.

  Daimen’s breathing leveled, and his absence from my body created a void I mi
ssed terribly. Before my eyes could open, his large hands were massaging my scalp with shampoo, and Arden was washing my body.

  “I need you both in bed, now. Let’s get washed and get the fuck out of here or our first time all together, little girl, will be in the shower, and I don’t want that.”

  “You’ll get used to his bossiness, hot stuff,” Arden jabbed. I heard a loud smack, and a smile covered Arden’s face. “I love when he smacks my ass.” Ah, my funny guy loved pain. All these little facts I was filing away in my mind for later.

  Both men were drying me off, and the caveman had me up over his shoulders again, carrying me like a ragdoll. But at this vantage point, I had a great view of his ass, and it was mighty bitable.

  Arden somehow snaked into bed before me and was waiting as though he was about to devour the giant fudge sundae in front of him. “Fuck, hot stuff, I’ve waited eight years to get you back in this position. But as sure as I’m breathing, I’m not sneaking out this time. Not ever.”

  He rested my chin in his palm, his heavy eyes casting a glance at my own eyes. In them was a silent plea of forgiveness. Sure, we could’ve had this for years, but in hindsight, we might not have Daimen, and I’d wait a hundred years for him, for both.

  The bed dipped as Daimen joined us with what looked like a handful of goodies. Daimen, the forever planner, was ready to get to business. This made my heart swell. Sure, it was not the most romantic, but hell, they did romantic with the necklace. I was ready for just plain good fucking.

  I grabbed the pendant to make sure it was still there close to my heart. Daimen reached over Arden and me and placed various items beside us. It wasn’t long before his mouth captured my own, and through my impaired senses, I heard Arden let out a long, deep breath. My hand reached behind me to find his manhood, but Daimen had beat me to the punch. But I was not done. Gently squeezing his balls, I relished Arden’s hiss.