Chapter 22
Adrian
Ican’t fucking see straight. I said I needed a minute from the conversation about Maddy, but I still can’t think about anything other than Caleb buried inside of her.
Jealousy rips through my chest, and I grip the edge of my desk so tight I can feel the veins in my arm popping beneath my sleeves. There’s a half-second of silence as I try to focus on my surroundings. I note the soft whirr of the computer and my own pulse hammering in my head…
And then Beck and Caleb walk into my office, probably tired of waiting on me to cool off.
Caleb folds his arms across his chest. “We’re worried about you, Adrian,” he says, his voice infuriatingly calm. He still looks as disheveled as he did earlier. His tie is loose and crooked. His shirt is wrinkled and untucked…
I hear Maddy’s voice in my head calling out Caleb’s name while he fucked her.
I have to look away, so pissed I can hardly stand it.
And also pissed that my cock is twitching in my goddamn pants.
“Dude, you can’t just sit in here and sulk forever.” Beck, in the corner, arms folded and posture so casual it makes me want to tear out his windpipe, laughs. “It’s not like we can’t work this out.”
I ignore Beck; all my focus is on Caleb. “How long has this been going on? Between you and her?” I demand. My voice is tight and strangled. I sound like a pathetic, jealous husband in a soap opera.
But I don’t care. I need an answer.
“It just happened once in the office. We messed around at her apartment a while back.” Caleb meets my gaze, unwavering. “It wasn’t planned. I didn’t intend for it to happen today. I just—”
“‘Didn’t intend’?” I spit, letting out a sharp laugh. “You expect me to believe you just tripped and fell into her pussy, Caleb?”
“Technically, I think she would be the one who tripped and fell. Directly on his dick,” Beck snorts. “Gravity’s a bitch, man.” He grins, not a hint of nervous energy in him.
I want to throw something at his fucking face. “You’re not helping,” I snap.
He shrugs, and his eyes flick to Caleb, then back to me. “Why are we even pretending it’s just him that’s the problem? You’ve been eye-fucking Maddy since she walked in for the interview, and then you made good on that.”
“You were fucking her before she ever even started this job,” I sneer.
“Oh boy,” he drawls, stepping forward off the wall, like I might come at him again. “You’re just pissed because you didn’t get there first. Like always.”
“We’re not in college anymore,” Caleb says, voice steady, but there’s a warning in his tone. “And we’re all capable of thinking with more than just our egos and our dicks.”
I bristle at his words, but I don’t have a good counter. “You should’ve come to me,” I say, and I realize the words sound pathetic as they leave my mouth. “You both should have fucking told me.”
Caleb’s jaw flexes. “If you want the details, Adrian, fine. I was just making sure she had everything she needed when she was sick, and things just happened. I was completely unaware that you two were… with her already.”
“Just sex for me,” Beck cuts in. “But I was the first.”
“Yeah, you’ve made that really fucking clear,” Caleb shoots back at him, glaring. “You don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”
“Stop making this all about you,” I retort.
“You know, I tried to resist,” Caleb ignores my jab. “I fucking tried. But damn… She’s like no other woman I’ve ever met.”
I want to tell him that’s bullshit, and ignore every instinct I have to make her mine. But the truth is, he’s right. She is amazing.
And it feels wrong to demand they let her go.
Beck, meanwhile, starts to pace. “You two are hilarious. You both want her, but you’re acting like she’s the last slice of pizza and not, you know, a person. Maybe we should just ask her who she wants.”
“She wants all of us in some capacity,” I spit. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Beck grins. “You say that like it’s a problem.”
I stare at him. “It is a problem.”
He stops, arms spread. “Why? You’re the one who always says there’s a solution to every problem. Maybe…” he lets the word hang and then grins wider. “Maybe we should just share her.”
The silence that follows is tense. Beck stands there, acting like this is the magical answer, and Caleb’s eyes fall to his shoes.
I feel blood rush to my face, as if I might explode again. But before I do, for a split second, I let myself imagine it. The three of us, all with her. Together.
The thought makes my cock so hard; it’s fucking embarrassing.
And I absolutely abhor myself for it.
“I don’t know.” Caleb shakes his head. “That’s not fair to her. She’s already at her breaking point. The way she rushed out of here today…”
“Oh, now you care about her feelings?” I snarl.
He doesn’t flinch. “I care about not ruining her life. She’s probably panicking and thinking we’re going to fire her.”
“Maybe she should.”
Beck barks a laugh. “Little late for that, buddy. I think the three of us just hung ourselves for harassment lawsuits. Besides, it’s not her fault that we all vibe with her.”
Vibe with her. Like it’s so fucking casual.
“This isn’t a frat house, Beck. Or a soap opera. We can’t just—”
He cuts me off. “You’re right. So what are we going to do, boss?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don’t have a solution. Every option I can think of is too risky.
I look at them, these two men I trust with my life, and it’s killing me that I’m so goddamn jealous, I’m seeing red.
“I think I need to take some time outside of here to think.” I pause, letting out a sigh.
“She can’t know about this conversation.
She can’t know we talked about her like this—about sharing her, like she’s some toy.
But someone should communicate that she’s not at risk of losing her job.
She shouldn’t have to worry about that.”
Caleb nods. “Agreed.”
Beck shrugs. “I’ll let her know when I get home. I’ll pop by her place and talk to her.”
I glare at him. I could do that just as easily since I’m all moved into The Apex as well.
“Fine,” I reply begrudgingly.
“It will be fine,” Beck quips, folding his arms across his chest as he watches me.
“I need air.” I gather my things, trying to look composed, but anger keeps pulsing through my veins. “But, this isn’t over,” I add, and I see them both tense, as if waiting for another tantrum from me.
However, I manage to control myself. I storm out of the office, slamming the door hard enough that the glass rattles in the frame.
This is a fucking nightmare.
And that’s all I think about.
All the way to my brand-new penthouse apartment.
The door opens with a soft click, and the first thing I do is hurl my keys so hard they skip across the marble counter and clatter onto the floor.
“Fuck!” I shout into the empty, minimally furnished space.
Normally, this is what I like, but right now? I hate it. It feels cold.
I yank my tie loose, barely keeping myself from tearing the silk. The city is sparkling in the most beautiful way through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I can think about is her riding on Caleb’s dick, and Beck’s shit-eating grin as he suggests we just share her.
I don’t fucking share. I never have. And I don’t want to.
But my cock seems to disagree.
I pace the length of the living room and then stop at the liquor cabinet. I pour two fingers of whiskey with no ice. It tastes bitter and burns going down.
And it doesn’t make me feel any better.
I stare at my own reflection in the window. My eyes look hollow and dark, and honestly, I look so much like my father, it’s disgusting. I rake my hands through my hair, down the rest of the whiskey, and slam the glass on the counter… Then consider throwing that, too.
I just can’t get the image of Caleb and Maddy out of my head. I keep seeing her, legs open, and panting for someone else.
I stride to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I turn the knob to as hot as it will go. Steam fills the glass enclosure in seconds, fogging up the mirror, and I strip and step in.
I brace my hands on the tile, bowing my head. Water pounds my back, scalding, but I barely register it. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to clear my head. But the image just won’t go the fuck away.
And now it’s morphing into something else.
I see Maddy, naked and flushed, kneeling between all three of us.
Her lips are swollen, and her back arched, ass out.
Beck stands behind her, guiding her hands, murmuring something in her ear while she moans.
Caleb’s at her side, stroking her hair, his hands gentle on her neck.
She’s beautiful, wild, and greedy for our touch.
And then I’m there too, pushing her mouth open, filling it with my cock, making her take me while she’s spread for the others.
I groan, the sound echoing off the tile. I can almost feel her tongue, the heat of her mouth. I can taste her on my lips and see the way her eyes glaze when she’s close to coming. And the worst part, the part that should absolutely repulse me, is how much I want to see her taken by the others.
I want her to beg them for it, and to crave every goddamn inch of us.
I lean my forehead against the wall, fists clenched at my sides. I try to fight it, to will the thoughts away, but my body betrays me. My cock feels heavy, dripping in anticipation, and all I want is to fuck this whole day out of existence.
I finally grab myself, squeeze tight, and try to jerk off to something else—like Maddy’s perky little tits and plump ass, but it only makes the other scene more vivid.
I can hear Maddy gasping my name while Beck fingers her from behind, Caleb kissing her tits, and I keep fucking her mouth slow and deep, all of us using her at the same time.
My hips buck into my fist, and I imagine the three of us holding her down, filling her up, making her lose control.
Fuck, fuck… I want it just like that.
It should feel wrong. But as soon as I think of my friends coming on her, and her moaning their names, I come so hard I can’t breathe, the only sound the slap of my palm on the slick tile. I lean there, panting, shuddering with the effort of it.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would this turn me on so much?
The post-orgasm crash is immediate. Shame rushes in, causing me to drop my cock like it’s poisonous. I slam my fist against the tile, ignoring the jolt of pain. I rake my fingers through my wet hair and tug at it. I want to be the version of myself that doesn’t need anyone.
But I’m not.
I’m the man who wants her…
Maybe even if it means sharing.