33 - Trey
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TREY
Ten minutes. That’s how long we left Fallon up there; leaking, sated, steeped in her own delirium. It would’ve been longer, if Emerson had his way. Something about this being her punishment for asking for punishment.
Still, I couldn’t stand the thought her being uncomfortable and alone for a minute longer. There were things I wanted to do with her. Things I wanted to say to her…
Dalton and Emerson hit the showers, as I returned to the scene of the crime. And shit, it really did look like a crime scene. Fallon was still bound at her wrists and ankles, her face in a pillow, her ruined fishnets in shredded tatters. They dangled obscenely down the insides of her glistening thighs as I pulled her boots off, one by one, then unhooked her wrists and ankles. When I removed the cuffs, she hugged me.
“You okay?”
The hug turned into a long, lingering kiss. A kiss of gratitude, followed by a smile.
“I’m more than okay.”
Relief flooded through me. My hand grazed the side of her face, tracing her beautiful features, until she leapt from the bed and walked straight to the mirror.
“Oh my God!”
Fallon was turned around, looking over her shoulder at her bright red ass. There were hand marks. Strap marks. They stood out sharply against her normally flawless skin.
“That part was, uhh… Emerson’s idea,” I said awkwardly. “In fact—”
“Nope,” she cut me off. “It was my idea. And you know what?”
“What?”
Fallon threw her arms over my shoulders and stood on her toes to kiss me.
“It was even better than I thought it would be.”
She kissed me some more, and as my hands slid to her bare ass I could feel the intense heat of her crimson skin. I rubbed it gently, lovingly, as Fallon’s lips moved down to nuzzle my neck.
“Take those clothes back off and cuddle with me?”
Fuck yes .
There was nothing in the whole world I wanted more.
I stripped on the spot, then fell into her bed as she held the blankets open for me, her lithe, naked form looking womanly and incredible. I lay on my back as Fallon spooned me from the side, throwing one supple leg over my thighs. As she buried her face in the crook of my arm, she let out a long, contented sigh.
“I love this,” she murmured, planting a series of soft kisses on my chest.
“I love you. ”
The words came out on their own. They were heartfelt. Genuine. Right.
Even so, they sent my heart thundering away in my chest.
“You do?”
Fallon was looking up at me now, tracing lazy patterns over my body with the very tips of her fingernails. I tilted my chin to look down into those chestnut eyes.
“I do,” I confirmed. “I really, really do.”
She threw her arm and leg around me, squeezing me tightly with her entire body. In the ensuing silence, I could only wonder what she was thinking. Good or bad, I needed to know.
Then I felt wetness against my skin, and realized immediately what it was.
“You’re crying? ”
She sniffed, and I saw the single tear that had transferred from her freckled cheek to my chest. My heart sank. I began to panic.
“Fallon, I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I—I didn’t mean to—”
“No!”
She stiffened and turned to look back at me again.
“No, I’m crying because I’m happy,” she choked. “Trey, I love you too. I love you so fucking much…”
Now it was my turn to squeeze her, as she continued crying what I thought to be tears of joy. Her face was contorted in confusion, though. Her expression a strange mix of happiness and perplexity.
“It’s just… it’s just that I love you all ,” she went on to explain. “I’ve loved Dalton for years, now. I love Emerson. I love you. And I don’t what you to think it’s only because we’re intimate, either,” she amended quickly. “I know the difference between sex and love. The feelings I have for you boys run so deep, I can’t even deny them. And believe me, I’ve tried.”
“You’ve tried?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She blinked at me, as if the answer were obvious.
“Because I’m going to eventually get hurt,” she murmured softly. “There are three of you, and only one of me. I thought I could love you all equally, and I can. No, scratch that. I already do.” She paused to clear her throat. “But you’ll all move on, eventually. One by one you’ll find a woman who can devote herself entirely to you, and nobody else. And that’s okay. It’s what you deserve. It’s what you should have. But… But—”
“But?”
“But it’s not what I want,” she sighed. “And that’s what’s wrong.”
“So then what do you want?” I asked, still not fully understanding. “And why is it wron—”
“I want all three of you.”
She paused, as if the statement should shock me. It didn’t.
“You have all three of us.”
“I know,” agreed Fallon. “And that’s what’s so greedy, so selfish. I just had the most intense and amazing experience of my life, and all I can think about is doing it again. But how can I expect the three of you to love me the same way I love you, if my love is divided?”
“Is it though?”
My question caught her off guard. For a long moment she just lay there, blinking those pretty brown eyes.
“Look, we’ve been doing a lot of math together, right?”
Fallon chuckled. “Among other things, yes.”
“So you’re looking at this strictly mathematically,” I told her. “You’ve convinced yourself that you can only love us one-third as much as we love you, simply because of the numbers.”
She shrugged. “Isn’t that the way it is, though?”
“No.”
“And why not?”
“Well, two reasons,” I smiled. “One, love isn’t a strictly mathematical equation. It’s complicated as fuck. There are feelings involved, outside forces, deep-seeded emotions. All kinds of other stuff, on or beneath the surface.” I paused. “Do you know I’ve never said I love you to a girl, until just now?”
Fallon looked absolutely incredulous.
“Ever?”
“Ever. Other than my mother, of course, and she doesn’t count,” I grinned. “But I know you have. For example, you probably told Blaine you loved him, right?”
Fallon lowered her chin. “Right.”
“See? And I’m sure you did at the time, or at least you thought you did. And he probably told you the same thing, even though people who truly love each other don’t pull the shit he pulled.” Somewhere beneath the blankets, I found her hand and took it in mine. “The point is, you had a simple one-to-one equation, and it still didn’t compute. The emotions, or lack of emotions — they skewed the results.”
She seemed to consider this, looking even more adorable lost deep in thought. I wanted to kiss her some more. Shit, I wanted to kiss her forever.
“What’s the other reason?” she asked softly. “You said there were two.”
I reached out and pulled her against me, enveloping her warm naked body with mine. My arms and legs folded over her, engulfing her completely as I spooned into her from behind.
“The other thing you’re not taking into consideration is us ,” I whispered against her cheek. “Dalton, Emerson and I… we’re not just three guys, Fallon. We’re friends and roommates who share everything. We’re a team , and we’ve been operating as a team for so long, it’s become second nature for us.” Burying my face in her raspberry-scented hair, I let out a laugh. “Or didn’t you notice?”
“Oh believe me,” she sighed contentedly. “I noticed.”
“Good. And just so you know, teammates don’t get jealous because there’s no room for that kind of bullshit. They don’t conspire or compete against each other, they work toward a common goal. Right now, that goal is you.”
“Lucky me.”
“Lucky you,” I agreed.
She sighed again, squirming against me, driving that soft, supple ass into my rapidly growing arousal. She was still so wet, and so incredibly fucking warm. Through sheer force of will, I fought back the urge to shift my hips and bury myself inside her.
“Look, I don’t ever want you to be afraid,” I whispered. “You can love us as hard you want to. As much or as little as you can.”
She squeezed me in response, pulling my arms so tightly around her waist she let out a sleepy sigh of complete and total contentment.
“You do all that,” I whispered, as we drifted off to sleep, “and let us worry about the rest.”