Chapter 92
ninety-two
JO
I was so tired I could sleep for days, but also so wired I think I could run a marathon.
Darren stitched Ezra back up, and Martha withheld her lecture when she saw the way Maverick was clinging to him, probably having realized what happened before Ezra even explained it.
Our group was heading home. To their actual houses this time and not a hotel or Jeanne’s.
Even Harlow let me know that she and Cal were packing up Cora and the puppy and heading out in the morning.
Cal really missed his house and hovering over everyone he loves.
Jasper is staying with Willa and Declan for the night before he flies back to Nashville.
Declan seemed a little too excited to have another athlete in the house, so hopefully he lets Jasper leave.
Maverick muttered something about needing to renovate his bathroom before we went home, so we’re all squished into the bench seat of Ezra’s truck on the way back to the cliff house.
I’m driving since I’m the only one not injured or drunk.
Although Maverick is probably fine to drive by now, but I’ve long since gone past my ability to give up control and need some of it back.
Maverick is sitting in the middle with his hands firmly on both mine and Ezra’s thighs.
“Darren said he went and locked the house up for us,” he says, breaking the silence.
It wasn’t awkward, but sometimes Maverick just hates quiet.
We chat about inconsequential things for the rest of the drive.
What food we should pick up at the store tomorrow, how long it’ll take Cal to show up at the door and demand we come home, whether the plant Ezra bought me for my birthday is still alive.
They’re the silly and mundane conversations that I thought I might never have again.
Maverick’s place always felt like home to me, but not in the same way this small house does. The minute we walk in, I realize why. Ezra walks around and examines the rooms, checking the windows as he goes. It’s him. He’s what was missing from Maverick’s house. Here I get to have them both.
“Why are you smiling, Bambi?” Ezra asks, smiling just as wide as I am. He walks over to me and pulls me to him by the back of my neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, before kissing me with a tenderness that melts my heart.
“Holy shit! When did this happen?”
We break apart quickly and look at Maverick.
We meant to talk to him about us, but I guess we forgot the moment we walked through the door.
The sheer happiness on his face put us at ease.
This is one of the best things about Maverick.
He doesn’t question Ezra on his sexuality or ask for a timeline of when and where we got together. He’s just so happy that we are.
“This is the best! I kind of hated that it wasn’t all three of us and just me as the center.
This is so much better. I love that you guys love each other just like I love you,” Maverick exclaims and then pauses, realizing what he just said.
His expression sobers into a much more serious one.
We haven’t exchanged the ‘L’ word yet. Not that we’ve had time to do that.
Ezra and I open our arms to him, and he immediately embraces both of us. “I love you. I love you both so fucking much,” he says. Kissing Ezra first, then me. Maverick kisses with an intensity that Ezra matches with softness. You’d think it would be the other way around from the look of them.
“I love you, too, Maverick,” I tell him, taking his mouth in a slow kiss that has me throbbing between my legs.
I turn to Ezra, but he kisses me before I can say anything, like maybe he already knows I love him or he’s too scared to find out I don’t.
It doesn’t matter because I’ll show him how much I love him every day.
“Bed,” I gasp against his lips. I’m pulled from Ezra’s arms and thrown over Maverick’s shoulder. I squeal when he climbs the stairs two at a time. It’s unnerving from this position.
“Who do you want, angel?” Maverick rasps as he strips me and then himself in record time. Ezra moves a little more slowly. I catch his eye, and I see the burning heat there.
“I want Ezra under me and you behind me.”
I watch Ezra lay carefully on the bed, the fear of getting his stitches fixed again overriding his lust enough for him to take precaution. His dick stands proudly at attention, and I lick my lips as I watch him stroke it slowly.
“Fuck, baby, that’s hot.” Maverick stands beside me, stroking his own impressive length as he watches our boyfriend.
Ezra swipes a bead of precum from his tip with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth, keeping eye contact with me the entire time.
My mouth waters, and I pounce on him, taking him to the back of my throat and sucking like my life depends on it.
I moan around the taste of him. “Oh, fuck. I could come just watching the two of you.”
“Not today,” Ezra says, voice so thick with lust I barely recognize it.
“Shit, Jo. I need to be inside you. Oh, fuck. Please, Bambi.” I’m so wet just from having his dick in my mouth that I don’t need to prep.
Throwing my legs over his hips, I grab his length and line him up with my entrance.
His hands go to my hips as he helps me sink down onto him.
I hear a loud moan from behind me, and I turn enough to see Maverick’s pupils blown so wide I can’t see any of the brown.
“You’re not coming unless you’re in my ass, Maverick.” His eyes snap from where Ezra and I are connected to my face. He grins.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, moving to the bedside table to get the lube.
While Maverick gets what he needs, I turn my attention back to Ezra. He’s looking at me with so much love and adoration that I could cry. Instead, I lift and slam back down on him.
“Oh shit,” he gasps, the tendons in his neck straining. It’s just now I’m remembering he’s never had sex with a woman before. “You feel so fucking good.”
I do it again. Slamming down on him over and over again.
The look on his face is enough to make me come, but I hold back, not wanting to let go until both my men are inside me.
Maverick pushes gently between my shoulders so that I lower down over Ezra and expose myself to him.
Cool liquid streams down my crack while a hot, slick finger massages my hole.
Ezra grabs my face and kisses me fiercely.
Maverick is two fingers deep inside me before Ezra and I come up for air. I lean down next to his ear and whisper, “I love you.”
Ezra gasps, thrusting into me like he can’t help it. “I love you, too,” he says, grabbing my face and crashing his lips against mine. “God do I love you.”
“Are you ready, angel?” Maverick asks, so focused on my ass he’s oblivious to what was said.
“Fuck me, Maverick. I need both my men inside me.”
Maverick growls, but pushes in slowly, pausing when he passes that first ring of muscle so I can bear down and then pausing to let me adjust.
“Please,” I beg once they’re both fully seated. “I need it, please.” It takes a second, but the two of them find their rhythm, each of their thrusts driving me higher than I’ve ever been.
“I can feel you inside her,” Ezra moans and then moans louder when Maverick thrusts again. I can’t even begin to explain what it feels like to know that the men giving you pleasure are also getting it from each other while inside of you.
I turn my head to kiss Maverick and then turn back to kiss Ezra again, moaning into his mouth when he hits the right spot inside me. His eyes light up, and he does it again and again.
“Fuck, baby. Make our girl come. Feel how well she squeezes you when you make her feel good,” Maverick rasps, before kissing my shoulder.
That almost makes me come, but then Maverick leans over me and takes Ezra’s mouth.
That’s what does it. My walls squeeze Ezra and Maverick so tight that neither of them can move much as I scream out my release.
They keep thrusting to help me ride out wave after wave until my vision turns white, and I collapse on Ezra’s chest.
“Fuck,” he mutters, thrusting once, twice more before I feel his hot release.
“That’s it, baby. Fill our girl up,” Maverick groans, following him over the edge.
Once we catch our breath, we take a quick shower together and pass out in a tangled heap of limbs.
We wake up twelve hours later just to eat something and have sex again. This time with Ezra riding Maverick while I sit on his face. The way Ezra lets go during sex is beautiful. Every emotion is there to see on his usually unreadable face.
“I love you,” Ezra tells Maverick. I watch the tears form in Maverick’s eyes before he leans down to kiss Ezra.
“I love you too. I love you both so much,” Maverick says, pulling me in to kiss him.
“I love you,” I murmur against his lips. He’s fully crying now but smiling. We let him be in the middle this time, knowing that he needs to touch both of us. I drift off again with a smile that seems permanently stuck on my face.
I’m curled up in bed with the men I love. I don’t think it’s possible to ever be happier than I am right now, but somehow I know these men will find a way to make it happen.