Chapter 19
Rosalie
“Oh,” I say breathlessly as I watch Asher’s heated eyes. Was he also picturing sharing me in bed, like I was?
Was this really happening? Were they actually telling me I had free rein to date all three of them with no pressure to choose anytime soon? It could be a long time before it’s all over.
“What if it takes years to get a trial?” I ask, licking my dry lips.
Leo shrugs as he answers, “Then it takes years.”
“You’ve got us now, Rosalie. And we’re not going anywhere,” Asher says as he eyes me carefully, as if waiting for my response.
“So, what do you say?” Leo asks as I turn to look at him. “Are you in? You’re exclusive with us and us with you, until Scott is taken care of.”
I bite my lip nervously. I mean… where was the downside here? Was I missing something? I get the three men I’ve been drooling over for the past few weeks to myself?
“I’m in,” I tell them, nodding as I grin and lick my lip.
“Shall we kiss on it?” Leo asks. My eyes widen as I glance at the other two.
“Uh… right here?” I ask nervously.
Grant gently cups my face and turns me towards him.
He already has an arm around my shoulders and he uses it to pull me close as he presses his lips to mine.
He doesn’t use his tongue, but it doesn’t make it any less sensual.
I moan as his lips caress mine until my body relaxes completely against him.
He pulls back and gently turns me into Leo’s waiting arms. He pulls me against him with his arm, using his other hand to tilt my face just the way he wants it.
His kiss is slow and teasing, making my entire body ache for more.
It takes all I have not to climb onto his lap and rub my needy pussy against his cock.
When he pulls back, I find Asher sitting on the table in front of me, a heated, knowing grin on his face. He only gave me a peck before, and my body hums with anticipation, wondering how he really kisses.
I lean back against the couch as he rises above me, placing both hands on the couch, either side of my head, caging me in as I stare up into his heated brown eyes. He licks his lips, and I track the movement, wondering what he tastes like.
He tortures me with his slowness as he lowers himself at an excruciatingly slow pace, and just when his lips are about to touch mine, he turns his head and moves towards my ear. I let out a small grunt of need, and he lets out a small huff of amusement.
Suddenly, he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and I gasp as my hands shoot up to clutch at the front of his shirt. His tongue flicks it before his teeth gently graze it.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper, never having felt anything like that before. Who knew my earlobe was an erogenous zone?
His mouth moves down to my neck, where he kisses and sucks.
My eyes close as I whimper. It takes everything I have not to buck my hips.
I’m not sure I’m entirely successful when the blanket is pushed off my lap and two different, large hands grip my thighs, keeping me in place on the couch.
I open my eyes and see Leo grinning at me.
His hand on my leg squeezes, confirming he’s holding one of my legs. It must be Grant holding the other one.
The sudden realization that all three of them are touching me, sends pleasure zinging through my body.
My nipples tighten with need, and my pussy pulses, begging for something or someone to touch it.
I know Asher said he wanted to share me, but I didn’t really think he meant this, at least not so quickly.
His kisses move up my neck, and he moves a hand to tilt my head back to look at him. His eyes search mine, and he must see my need there as he lowers his lips to mine. Our eyes close right before we connect.
He presses firmly and holds still for a few seconds before he moves. His kiss is much firmer and more possessive than the other two. It’s not better or worse, just different. It’s like he’s trying to own me, and I’m definitely okay with that. Especially in the bedroom… or on the couch.
He gently bites my lower lip, and a small whimper escapes me as my eyes pop open. I’m not wearing any underwear under his sweatpants, and I feel myself growing wet between my thighs. He pulls back and studies my face before whispering, “Fuck.”
His thumb strokes across my lower lip, and I instinctively move to suck on it. His eyes heat and he groans. “Baby, I didn’t mean to get you this worked up.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I ask boldly. He’s got me so on edge that I don’t feel embarrassed, I just want to come so badly that I might just beg if he pulls away.
He takes a second to look at the other two before he seems to come to a decision as he looks back at me. “Tell me, Rosie,” I suck in a sharp breath at the use of that nickname. It makes me feel special, like he owns me. “Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”
My eyes widen as I stutter out, “T-tongue?”
His hand wanders down, out of sight and I gasp when he gently cups my pussy. “Is that what you want? My tongue on you down here?”
“I’ve never—” I cut myself off, not sure if that’s normal or not.
“Oh baby, are you trying to tell me nobody has ever had their mouth on your pretty pussy before?”
My eyes seem to be in a permanent state of shock around them right now as I slowly shake my head.
“That’s a travesty, but I’m sort of grateful. It gives me the chance to be the first.” I feel hands tugging at the waistband of my hips as he asks, “If you’ll let me?”
I raise my hips in answer, and he smirks as my pants are pulled down my legs and removed completely. My t-shirt still hides my body from them as he slowly pulls back and moves to his knees on the ground in front of me.
He grips my closed knees with his hands and pauses, glancing at Grant and Leo before asking me, “I think they're dying to touch you just as much as I am.”
I glance at Leo, and he smirks, but it doesn’t hide the heat in his eyes. I turn to look at Grant, and he looks serious as his molten gray eyes take in my face. “Can we touch you, sweetheart?”
I nod, and I feel his hand slide up underneath my shirt until he’s gripping my breast, making me gasp.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I nod eagerly, and he pinches my nipple, making me moan. “And this?” I nod again, swallowing heavily as I stare into his eyes.
“Just tell us when to stop, and we will,” he whispers before using his other hand to tug up my shirt, exposing my body to all three of them.
I close my eyes, feeling embarrassed about being seen like this.
I’m not exactly in shape. I have too much weight around my middle, and I could do with a lot of toning.
But when Grant’s mouth closes around my nipple, all thoughts of insecurity fly out the window.
Asher nudges my knees open, exposing my core to him as he slowly glides his hands up my inner thighs. Leo turns my face to him and kisses me. It’s not gentle and exploratory anymore, it’s fierce and possessive and my hips buck eagerly.
Asher chuckles as he pushes my legs further apart before wrapping his hands around them and tugging me down the couch, closer to him. Someone shoves a pillow behind my lower back to support me as Asher starts kissing up my thigh.
Leo moans against me as Grant’s hand comes up to tug at my other nipple. I wrap one hand in his hair, holding him against me as Asher’s mouth places kisses everywhere but where I really want him.
When his tongue comes out to lick up my inner thigh, where I know I’m wet, and he moans in approval, I start to relax more.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “You’re drenched down here. Is this all for us?”
“Hmm hmm,” I mumble against Leo.
His tongue licks straight up my center as he moans in enjoyment. “Fucking delicious.”
I feel his fingers holding me open as his tongue darts out and starts attacking my clit.
I gasp, pulling back from Leo as I cry out, “Oh, fuck!”
Leo leans over me and kisses me again, even more passionately than before as Grant licks and sucks at my breasts. Asher stops all teasing as he devours me like his last meal.
I’ve never had anyone go down on me before.
I’ve done it plenty of time on my boyfriends, but they’ve always said it wasn’t something they were into.
I thought that was normal, that maybe it was gross to men.
But now, with Asher’s mouth on my pussy, I’m realizing how one-sided all those relationships were.
I don’t think I’d even be able to go back to a relationship without this, knowing what it feels like is opening my eyes to another world.
One where I’m treated as an equal. Where my pleasure matters as much as theirs.
Leo sucks on my lower lip and I cry out, my climax rising quickly. I don’t want Asher to be caught off guard, so I tug at his hair to pull him back. “I’m gonna come,”
“Good,” he says, pushing his face back down. “I want to taste your release all over my tongue.”
“Asher!” I cry as he sucks on my clit.
Grant’s tongue suddenly starts flicking over my nipple at high speed and I cry out his name, “Grant!”
Leo cups my face, and I open my eyes to look at him. “What about me?”
At that moment, Asher presses a finger into me, and my orgasm explodes out of me.
“Leo!” I cry as my body starts to shake and my core squeezes tight, holding Asher in me as I ride my wave.
Leo grins widely, then presses his mouth back to mine.
His tongue presses in, and I’m so over-stimulated that I let him take complete control, knowing that he’ll give me exactly what I need.
As my body starts to come down from its high, their movements slow. I must black out for a few minutes because when I come back to myself, I’m lying in Grant’s lap, with my legs in Leo’s. I’m fully dressed again and there’s a Christmas movie playing on the TV.
Asher is sitting in the recliner again but he’s looking at me. When his eyes connect with mine he smiles gently. “How are you feeling?”
“Did I fall asleep?” I ask, trying to sit up.
“Stay,” Grant says, with a hand on my shoulder.
“Do you feel okay?” Leo asks, and I take a second to assess myself. I feel… really good.
“Yeah, I feel good. I’m sorry I blacked-out. I wanted to return the favor.”
Leo grins as he strokes my lower legs in his lap. “We have plenty of time, there is no rush. Just try to relax and watch the movie. You’ve had a pretty busy day.”
I nod and turn my eyes to the movie. I feel pretty sleepy. Maybe just a little nap.
The next time I open my eyes, I’m surrounded by darkness, and my brow furrows in confusion.
Where am I?
I can’t make out much since it’s so dark here, but I feel a soft bed around me.
A creak in the room has my head whipping around, but I can’t make anything out. I feel my pulse quicken and I start to sweat.
“I-is someone there?” I whisper into the room. There’s no response, and after a moment, I hear another creak of the floorboards. It’s definitely coming from inside the room.
I try to sit up, but my body is frozen. I try to wiggle my fingers but they won’t respond.
What’s happening to me?
I try to yell for help, but all that comes out is a tiny whimper. The floor creaks again and a dark shape emerges at the foot of the bed.
“I told you I’d find you,” the voice says as he leans forward and grabs my ankles. I would recognize Scott’s voice anywhere.
I scream, my voice finally breaking free and he lunges, jumping on top of me as his hands wrap around my neck. My hands, finally able to move, grab his hands and try to pull them off me but they won’t budge.
I try to yell for help, but my airway is completely cut off. Tears leak down my face as I squirm and buck and try to get him off me, but he just laughs in my face.
My vision grows blurry as I try to reach for his face, but my arms are too short. My mouth opens and closes, unable to get sound out and he chuckles.
“Oh, Rosie, I love seeing you like this, at my mercy. Rosie. ROSIE!” His voice changes to a worried tone, one that doesn’t sound like him at all. He pulls me up by my neck and slams me back down against the pillow as he yells again, “ROSIE!!”
My eyes fly open and I gasp, struggling for breath. My hands fly to my throat as I take in the well lit bedroom. Asher, Grant and Leo all sit around me on the bed, looking as terrified as I feel.
“W-where is he?” I whisper, my voice feeling hoarse and rough.
“You were dreaming, Rosie,” Grant says sadly.
I allow myself to take in what he just said as my eyes dart around the room in confusion. He isn’t here. I was dreaming.
“My neck feels bruised,” I tell him as I rub my hand over it.
He pulls my hand away to take a look, then shakes his head. “It’s not, I think it was just a very powerful nightmare.”
“Here, drink this; it will help,” Leo says as he gently moves a glass of water to my lips. I cover his hand with mine as he slowly tips it up, letting me drink slowly.
I wipe my mouth as I tell him, “Thank you, I feel a bit better. I’m just a little confused. I guess I was dreaming that he was in here. He was strangling me.” I rub my throat again, and Grant moves to sit beside me, leaning against the headboard and pulling me into his side.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. We’re here now, and we’re not going anywhere.”
“You’ll stay?” I ask as I grip his shirt and look up at him. I feel weak for asking, but the thought of being left alone in here again has my heart racing in fear.
“Of course, as long as you want me.”
“I don’t want to sleep alone. Is that bad? I feel so weak for asking, but I’m scared.”
“You don’t have to be strong with us. We’ve got you,” Leo tells me as he rubs his hand up and down my leg in comfort.
The dream has my emotions heightened, and his reassuring words make a few tears run down my cheek. “I’m sorry,” I mumble, wiping them away quickly. “I’m a mess.”
“Hey,” Leo says, grabbing my hand and stopping me. “You could fall apart right here, and I’d still think you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”
I nod in thanks and after a few minutes of them reassuring me, Grant tugs me down under the covers and the other two leave.
I kind of want all of them to stay, but I get how that could be difficult.
I have only two sides to snuggle and I wouldn’t want one of them to feel left out.
So I decide to embrace this time alone with Grant as he wraps his large arms around me and I rest my head on his chest.
His heart beats steadily in my ear, and it soothes me as my heightened nerves start to calm down. My fingers dig into his bare chest as I whisper, “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, we’ll always come for you, Rosalie.” He kisses the top of my head, and I let out a long breath.
“I’m glad I’m here.”
“Me too.”