Maverick
I was never worried about the chemistry between Ajaih and Knox.
His type had always included beautiful women whose sex appeal drew you in; that was Ajaih to the T.
The scene that unfolded in the shower nearly caused us to cancel our plans and pleasure Ajaih until she couldn’t take any more, but it was essential for us to make sure Ajaih knew this was more than just sex; she needed to know we planned to spoil the fuck out of her, whatever she wanted or needed would be at her fingertips.
Ajaih stepped into the foyer, and my body stilled as I fully drank her in.
She was perfection in a royal blue polka dot knit maxi dress that hugged her curves and flowed like liquid around her legs.
The color made her skin glow beneath the low lights.
Her natural curls bounced freely around her shoulders, framing her face like a crown.
She was stunning, unapologetically herself, and both Knox and I couldn’t take our eyes off her.
Her makeup was soft, giving the illusion that it was barely there.
Gold accessories with diamonds sparkled on her ears, neck, and wrist, complementing the metallic padlock heels on her feet.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit my gaze lingered on her pretty feet, where her toes were painted a vibrant shade of blue.
As my focus returned to her beautiful face, a smirk was plastered as she watched the desire to suck her toes register on my face.
“Damn,” I breathed, unable to hold it back, “You trying to kill us tonight, baby?”
She laughed, her voice light and teasing, “I figured I'd make the view a little better.”
“Mission accomplished,” Knox added smoothly, his eyes sweeping over her with hungry appreciation. “You’re making the stars jealous,” he said.
A car service picked us up, making sure we arrived on time to board the private yacht.
Its sleek white hull gliding across the Aegean as if it belonged to the night itself.
The sea stretched endlessly around us, glittering beneath the night sky.
Everything about this moment felt decadent, intimate, and dangerously charged.
We both wore light linen suits, casual yet elegant, paired with loafers that barely made a sound on the polished deck. The three of us settled at a private table set for dinner, the yacht’s gentle sway only adding to the sensual rhythm of the evening.
As the first course was served, the banter began, witty, playful, laced with heat. Ajaih teased Knox about his obsession with perfect wine pairings while I chimed in, pretending to keep score between them.
“Knox, I swear you could give a sommelier a complex,” she joked. “I can’t wait to introduce you to Dana. She works for the hospital as well, but she went through all the training required to become a sommelier because she was starting a wine brand and wanted the proper education.”
“I aim to please,” he countered with a grin, lifting his glass in a mock toast. "Besides, wine tastes better paired with excellent company. I’d love to meet Dana and discuss business as well.
I’ve been having an amazing time here in Greece, spreading my culinary wings to the extent that we’ve decided to open a sister restaurant in Winston Hills, and I’ll be the executive chef. ”
My heart pounded against my chest as I digested the news Knox had just dropped in our laps. Ajaih rubbed my thigh, asking if I was okay.
“I—I’m better than okay, Knox, that is amazing news! Congratulations, babe!” excitement dancing through my body as I got up, rounding the table to congratulate him properly with a hug and a kiss. Sitting back down, Ajaih then made her way to Knox to congratulate him as well.
“Congratulations, Superstar,” she said as she sat in his lap and kissed him seductively, her hands roaming his broad chest.
That same smitten look that sits on my face when Ajaih is near me is now written all over Knox’s face.
Throughout the meal, the touches grew bolder, Knox’s fingers occasionally grazing hers under the table, my knee pressing against her thigh, her foot sliding up my ankle. The sexual tension was bubbling to the surface and sure to erupt by the time the night was done.
Knox never being one to bite his tongue.
“Ajaih,” Knox began, his voice steady, “Can I ask you something on the personal side?”
She smiled, already knowing where he was headed, “Of course.”
“Maverick mentioned you being in a polycule with two couples. I want to understand. You’re polyamorous?”
She nodded, her eyes warm as they shifted between us.
“I am. I also identify as sexually fluid. It’s not something I always knew about myself.
Still, when I left the military and started focusing on my healing, and learning who I was and what I wanted outside of professional achievements, it landed me in the loving arms of Layanna, Caleb, Dana, and Ahmir,” she glanced at me with a soft smile, then continued, “I’m sure you know Layanna and Caleb are married.
They’re my anchors, and they introduced me to Dana and Ahmir, who are also married.
The four of them were already partnered, and I was the last to join, though YaYa and I have been friends since we were children.
We never crossed that line because I wasn’t ready to walk in my truth and YaYa had a no confused pussy rule,” she continued, causing Knox and me to laugh.
“In the end, we built something beautiful together, a polycule full of love, trust, and honesty.”
Knox listened closely, his fingers gently tracing patterns over the back of her hand. “And now us?” he asked softly.
She exhaled, her voice even but tender, “Yes. I want to see where things go with you and Maverick. What we're building is new, but it feels good. It feels organic. It feels like the stars have aligned.”
Her eyes flicked to me, filled with warmth. “But I also want the freedom to continue nurturing what I already have with Layanna, Caleb, Dana, and Ahmir. They're family to me. They hold a piece of my heart, similar in the way you hold Maverick’s and he holds yours.”
I squeezed her hand, assuring her, my voice low and sure, “And we both want you happy, baby.”
Knox nodded, his gaze never wavering. “Thank you for trusting us with that. And thank you for letting us be part of your world. Do you think there’s a time when you would have both worlds collide?”
Mischief flashed in her eyes at the question Knox asked. “I would love nothing more than to please and be pleased by the people I adore.” She leaned over, kissing Knox before she turned to kiss me as well.
Ajaih's smile glowed under the moonlight. “As long as there’s honesty and communication, I know we can make something beautiful.”
As dessert arrived, I leaned in close, brushing my lips against her ear, “You enjoying yourself, baby?”
Savoring the chocolate mousse, licking her lips, “Mmmmm, more than I imagined.”
The arousal in Knox’s voice and the heat in his glare were undeniable as he added, “And the night is still young.”
The yacht cut through the water like a whisper, the stars above bearing silent witness to the growing storm brewing between the three of us. Every shared glance, every lingering touch, only pulled us closer to the edge.
I sat back for a moment, watching them, feeling the warmth in my chest spread to my dick. The easy connection, the laughter wrapped in desire, made my heart ache in the best way. She wasn’t just fitting into this dynamic; she was thriving in it. And Knox was clearly just as taken with her as I was.
“You two are dangerous together,” I said, grinning.
Ajaih smirked, “You love it.”
I reached for both their hands, threading my fingers through theirs, my voice dripping with arousal, “Damn right I do.”
The night pulsed with a slow, heavy rhythm as the three of us retreated to Knox’s villa after a beautiful evening on the yacht, filled with decadent food, wine overflowing, and sexual electricity flickering between us.
My pulse thrummed through my body, a mixture of anticipation, hunger, and a need to connect.
Ajaih stood near the open balcony doors, the ocean breeze lifting her curls as the softness of the moon spilled across her skin.
The maxi dress still clung to her curves, the fabric swaying gently as if inviting us to strip it from her.
She was radiant, our goddess to worship from this night forward.
Knox stepped behind her first, his hand brushing aside one of her curls to kiss the nape of her neck. A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, igniting a fire inside me that only they could put out.
“I won’t lie, I enjoyed dinner, the wine, and even the dessert, but nothing tasted better tonight than you. The whole time on the yacht, I could only think about the way you tasted on my tongue in the shower,” Knox whispered against her skin, his voice bordering on needy.
I moved closer, my body practically vibrating with need as I eased in front of her, my chest to her front, sandwiching her between us. My hands found her waist while Knox's hands roamed lower, tracing the swell of her hips.
Her breathing changed as the anticipation of what was to come registered through her body.
“Look at you, Princess,” I murmured, voice heavy with want, “Caught between us like you were meant to be.”
Her lips parted as I managed to ease the dress down her body, the fabric pooling at her feet.
My hands sliding along her thick thighs, feeling the soft warmth of her skin, the heat radiating from between her legs as I realize she’d spent the whole night on the yacht with no panties and no bra, just a few strands of waist beads.
“Maverick,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
“Where are your panties, baby?” Knox asked as he licked his lips.
“Y—You told me you wanted me as nude as possible while we were here, so I didn’t bring any,” she answered sultrily.