Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Wendy
The living room is quiet, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Ethan and Cole sit across from me, their gazes steady but filled with a mixture of emotions I can't quite pin down. My stomach churns as I tuck my legs under me on the couch, putting some distance between me and the men.
They've been nothing but open, welcoming, and amazing, yet still I feel like a cornered animal. Which is ironic, because I was the one to push for this discussion to happen.
Cole's voice breaks the tense silence, his voice soft yet firm. "Wendy, babygirl, you wanted to know what was happening. It's a conversation we need to be having."
I nod slowly, my hands twisting in my lap. "Yeah, okay."
Ethan leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Cole and I have already talked about this together, sweetheart. And we're pretty damn sure. We want you in our lives, not just for now, not just as a temp in the office, or a temp in our beds. But permanently."
My heart skips a beat, and I force myself to meet his gaze. There's no hesitation in his eyes, only certainty. I glance at Cole, who gives me a small reassuring smile.
"I know things are still new between us, and this might seem like it's coming out of nowhere," Cole says, "but this isn't something we're taking lightly. We both feel the same way. We want a real relationship with you. All three of us, together."
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I... I don't know what to say."
"Say whatever you're feeling, sweetheart," Ethan encourages, his voice gentle. "Nothing you say can be wrong. There isn't any pressure. We just need to know where you stand and where your thoughts are at."
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my confused, messed up thoughts. "It's not that I don't believe you. I do. But this is a lot. And it's not just about us."
I shake my head at their confused faces and hold up my hand to stop them from talking.
"What about your family, Cole? What are they going to think when they find out Callum's ex is now... well the floozy he and his husband are seeing on the side? And the rest of the office for that matter?"
Cole's jaw tightens, and Ethan's expression darkens. "Don't call yourself that," Cole bites out, his voice sharp with frustration. "You're not some flight, Wendy. And anyone who tries to reduce you to that doesn't know us or you."
"Cole's right," Ethan adds. "We're not ashamed of this. Of our relationship with you. And we'll deal with anyone who has a problem with it. Together."
I bite my lip, torn between the sincerity in their voices and the nagging doubts in my mind. "It's not just about what other people think. It's about me... Nothing in my life has ever been permanent. I've learned not to get too attached because things... they always fall apart. And I don't want to lose you two if it doesn't work."
Ethan reaches out, taking my hand in his. "We understand where you're coming from, sweetheart. But the only way this can work is if we're honest with each other. If we communicate. We're not saying it'll be easy. We're willing to put in the effort, though. Are you?"
Angst, nerves and the smallest bit of hope war inside me for dominance. I want this. More than anything in the world. But I don't know if I'm brave enough to reach out and grab what I want just yet.
"You don't have to decide everything right now," Cole adds. "Take your time. We're not going anywhere."
I nod, feeling a small weight lift off my shoulders. "Okay, let's take it slow. See where this goes. But I need you both to promise me something."
"Anything," Ethan says immediately.
"If this starts to feel like it isn't working, we talk about it. No hiding things, no brushing stuff under the rug. We have to be honest with each other, no matter how hard it is."
Cole smiles, a hint of relief in his gaze. "That's a promise I can make, babygirl."
Ethan squeezes my hand. "It's a deal."
I let out a shaky laugh, the tension in the room easing slightly. "Alright. So, what now?"
Ethan grins, standing and pulling me to my feet. "Now, I've got something to show you."
He leads me down the hallway, Cole trailing behind us. Ethan stops at a door and pushes it open, revealing a cozy spare room. In one corner, there's a neatly set up litter box and a small crate, along with a fluffy bed and a large collection of cat toys.
"For our baby," Ethan says, his smile widening. "We figured she'd need her space. And if you're worried she might run off, we can close the door for now."
Tears sting my eyes as I take in the thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, both of you. This means a lot."
Ethan wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "This was nothing, sweetheart. You deserve this and so much more. Don't forget that."
That spark of hope brightens even more. Maybe, this thing between us could work.
I get my baby settled in her new digs and give her a big cuddle before turning to my men. "Can we go to bed now?" I ask, holding out my hand to both of them.
Cole chuckles, his hand warm as it clasps mine. "Lead the way, babygirl."
Ethan takes my other hand, his grin wide. Together we walk down the hallway, and I sincerely hope it's some kind of promise for how things with us will work going forward. Stepping into the bedroom, I'm pleasantly surprised by the soft glow the bedside lamps cast over the space. It's inviting and incredibly intimate in a way I can't quite describe.
Cole pulls me into his arms, his lips brushing over my forehead as Ethan steps behind me, his hands resting gently on my hips.
I close my eyes, letting myself sag into the comfort of their presence. Not only that but the delicious feel of their hard, tempting bodies surrounding me. Ethan's mouth moves to the hollow in my neck, his lips becoming intimately acquainted with the sensitive skin there, while Cole slowly undresses me.
Once I'm in nothing but my panties, Cole steps into my space and cups my face with his hands before tilting my head back to the side so he can gain better access. His tongue delves right in, claiming me in a way that has me breathless in seconds.
My nipples ache with the need to be touched and a rush of heat floods to my core as Ethan's hand slowly roams to my stomach, cupping my belly before slipping down, down, down and into my panties. Thick, graceful fingers explore my folds, and I'd be embarrassed at how wet I already am if I wasn't so desperate for him to touch me and fill me.
"So wet for your Daddies, naughty girl," Ethan whispers into my ear, while his fingers gently probe my entrance. He teases me as Cole continues to dominate my mouth.
A deep, hungry moan escapes me as Ethan's palm brushes against my clit and his warm chuckle vibrates against my back right before he thrusts into me with two fingers.
Cole pulls away from our kiss, and my chest heaves with the effort it takes to catch my breath. His hungry gaze focuses on me as his thumb traces the line of my jaw.
"I love how needy you get for us, babygirl. But if you come tonight, without my permission, you won't come again this week."
Oh. My. Goodness.
How am I supposed to not come when he utters ridiculously hot things like that?
"From the way she clenched around my fingers, I think our girl might like your threat," Ethan informs Cole, his voice filled with a mixture of mirth and need.
Cole lets loose an animalistic growl at this declaration before lifting me off the floor, and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist.
He quickly turns around and deposits me on the bed, right before—and I kid you not—ripping my damn panties off me like some barbarian.
Fucking hell.
"You're really not making this easy on me," I mutter as I watch him shuck his clothes. Ethan's standing behind him, but instead of getting undressed too, he's leaning against a dresser watching the two of us.
Before I can ask him if he'll be joining us, Cole is on the bed, his large shape hovering over me.
"I'm going to fuck you now, babygirl. Hard. And then when I'm done with you, Ethan will come and make love to you the way you deserve."
I should feel nervous or scared at the fierce need I hear from him. But this is so unlike the controlled Cole I'm used to that I can't do anything but nod eagerly at his proclamation.
"Good girl. Open wide for Daddy," Cole orders and my legs fall open, inviting him in.
With one swift move, he fills me, and I cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he praises as he starts moving.
My hips move up to meet his thrusts, my body reaching for the pleasure it knows is just around the corner.
"Don't come," Cole warns, before bending over and locking our lips together. Swallowing down my moans he does exactly as he promised.
He fucks me.
Good.
And hard.
At some point I lose track of where my body ends and his begins and right as I think I'm about to fall over the cliff, he growls into my mouth before pulling away, resting his forehead against mine.
"Come, baby."
And I do. Spectacularly.
I'm pretty sure I black out.
When I finally open my eyes, slowly blinking to bring the handsome man above me into focus, I find Ethan instead of Cole. His naked form hovers over me, a soft smile on his face.
"You good for another round, sweetheart?"
I don't answer. I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of forming any words, but my smile gives him the answer he needs.
Ethan then undoes me in a completely different way. The soft tenderness of his lovemaking takes my breath away, and makes me feel cherished and adored.
Cole's fierce need and hunger makes me feel desired, needed.
If I was asked to say which I preferred, I wouldn't be able to. All I know is, that when Ethan finally came, deep inside me, my core clenched around him, joining him in an orgasm just as intense as my previous one.
How do I know that?
I passed right the fuck out.