21. Presley
“Love you, Aunt Pres.”
“I love you guys. Have fun tonight.” I give Avery and Alyssa one more quick hug before they walk outside to Dominique’s car.
“Enjoy the quiet house to yourself tonight.” Dominique winks. “I still think you should call up your boyfriends and have some adult time.”
“I’m sure they’re busy. It’s Friday night.”
“Neither team is playing tonight.” She shrugs. “Just saying.”
“And I’m not going to bother them on their night off. Plus, I have a shit-ton of laundry to do.”
She scrunches her nose. “You’re right. Laundry sounds so much better than taking two dicks at once.”
My mouth drops open as I swat her arm. “I’m never telling you anything again. Get out of here.”
Dominique’s laughter follows behind her as she darts across the grass and hops in her car.
Closing the door behind me, I lean against it and let out a big sigh. I hate how empty the house feels when the kids aren’t here, yet it’s nice to get a break and not have to be on for the kids.
I give my sister so much credit for raising them on her own. I wish I was older when they were born so that I could’ve helped out more.
I throw the first load of laundry in, and head upstairs to take a shower. You know you’re pathetic when the highlight of your Friday night is to take a long, steamy, everything shower without anyone in the house to disturb you or use up all the hot water.
Back in college, I was living it up, dancing on bars, dominating at beer pong, and yes, as Dominique so eloquently put it, taking two dicks at once.
My body reacts to the memory as I lather myself with soap. What I wouldn’t give to go back to the time the three of us shared in that dorm room. Stephen’s insatiable appetite, and Chance’s dominating way; watching the two of them together was almost as hot as being the focus of their attention.
I unhook the shower head and pull it down, aiming the warm spray between my legs.
The boys are a bit older now, fuller in all the right places than the lean muscle I last saw them with. Stephen with his adorable freckles and curls; the dimples bracketing his killer smile; and captivating crystal-blue eyes. He gives off total golden retriever energy, making you laugh until your sides hurt. But when he gets you in the bedroom, sexy charisma oozes out of him, and he could sweet talk you into doing anything. He’s fun and flirty, and has stamina for hours.
Chance is more reserved, more in control. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but oh when he lets you see it, it’s the most incredible thing you’ll ever witness. He’s passionate, and loves deeply. Your pleasure is the only thing he cares about, which is what makes his dominant nature in the bedroom so mind-blowing.
God, I miss them.
Stephen’s kiss last weekend moves to the forefront of my mind. I could’ve come right in the middle of the parking lot with the way he felt through his sweatpants, pressed against me and rubbing where I wanted him most. He ravaged my mouth, letting me know how much he wants me still.
My hips rock against the stream of water, chasing a release to the thought of the only two men I’ve ever loved. I’ve done this before, pleasured myself to their memories. But this time is different. Now, they’re back in my life, and I’m not getting off to the memories of what we did. Now, I’m imagining all the new ways they can touch me, please me, and make me feel good. Now, I have to look them in the eyes, knowing I came to fantasies of them.
I let out a frustrated groan, and set the shower head back in its place on the wall.
I need to stop.
Nothing good will come of this.
I need to keep things platonic with them.
I don’t step out of the bathroom until I’ve rinsed out my deep conditioning mask, and removed the hair from every orifice. Not that I have anyone to see my handiwork, but it makes me feel good.
Pulling an oversized tee over my head, I shimmy into a pair of cotton boy shorts and head down to the kitchen. Fuck cooking . I’m going to order a pizza tonight.
But the sound of the doorbell garners my attention before I can find the delivery menu.
I squint one eye and peer through the peep hole.
And my heart stalls out.
I peek through it again just to make sure I’m not hallucinating.
I swing open the door, and obsidian eyes meet mine.
“Chance, what are you doing here?”
He glances down at my bare legs—my very smooth and shiny bare legs, thank you—and arches a brow. “Do you often answer the door without pants on?”
I roll my eyes. “I checked the peep hole first. Come inside, it’s chilly.”
Carrying a shopping tote in each hand, he steps into the foyer. “I brought dinner. Heard you were on your own tonight.”
I groan and slap my forehead with my palm. “Dominique called you, didn’t she?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Chance carries the bags into the kitchen and sets them on the counter before turning to face me. “I might’ve heard that you were going to have the house to yourself tonight, and that you’d probably just order pizza because you wouldn’t feel like cooking, so I figured I’d come over and cook you something better than pizza.”
“Better than pizza?” I cross my arms over my chest. Fuck, I’m not wearing a bra. “That’s doubtful.”
“Hey.” He pulls me into his arms and tilts my head back to look up at him. “I want you to enjoy this time without the kids. I know how rare it must be for you. I’m not trying to ruin that. I just want to cook you a nice meal, and if you want me to go, then I’ll be out of your hair. I promise.”
This man.
I rest my head on his chest, and let him engulf me in his embrace. His arms are solid, slightly bigger than they were in college. I can only imagine how good he looks now, on a professional athlete’s training regimen. I squeeze my thighs together to suppress the building ache.
“God, you smell good,” I murmur.
I should’ve made myself come in the shower. Then maybe I wouldn’t be ready to hump his leg like a dog in heat.
His shoulders shake with his low chuckle. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
“Something about cooking me a nice meal.” I hum, sucking in another lungful of his scent. “Sorry, I’m a little distracted at the moment.”
“Imagine how I feel with the sexiest woman alive standing in front of me without any pants on.”
I laugh. “Please. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“I’ve only seen it in my dreams for the last four years.” His lips are at the cusp of my ear. “I still can’t believe you’re really here, in my arms right now.”
I can feel the yearning rolling off of him in waves, crashing into my own desire. My brain short-circuits being this close to him. His voice in my ear, his arms around me, his lips mere inches from mine.
Torturing myself more, I lift my arms and run my fingers through his tousled hair. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too.” He rests his forehead against mine, letting his hands skate down my ribs. He stops at my hips, being a gentleman even though my shirt is riding up, and I’m overcome by the notion of how much I don’t want him to be a gentleman right now.
Stephen had a taste. It’s only fair to let Chance have his, right?
My skin heats, my body coming alive, and it’s more than the way I felt in the shower. I’ve deprived myself of physical touch from another for so long, it’s as if my body is taking control right now, overriding the warning signals my brain is trying to send.
Slow down.
Don’t go any further.
You shouldn’t do this.
I helplessly try to stay in control, to keep my wits. But I know what this man can do to my body, the way he can make me feel, and the visceral need to have him pulls me under.
Maybe for one night, I can pretend like my choices don’t have consequences. For one night, I can forget about being a parent and do something selfish. For one night, I can be the person I used to be.
“Why don’t you go relax, and I’ll let you know when dinner is ready,” Chance whispers.
I lift my head a fraction of an inch, and brush the tip of my nose against his. “Forget about dinner, Chance.”
His hands ball my T-shirt into his fists. “You’re not hungry?”
I shake my head.
One of his hands comes up to rest at the back of my neck. “Do you want me to leave?”
I shake my head again.
“Then what do you want, baby? Use your words and tell me.”
“You, Chance. I want you.”
“You’ve got me.” His lips brush against mine. “You’ve always had me.”
“Kiss me.” I nip at his bottom lip. “Please.”
My plea is like the shot at the starting line. His fingers grip my hair at the base of my neck, and he tugs, jerking my mouth up to his. He devours me, kissing me with such need, such force, that it steals my breath. His tongue surges into my mouth and winds around mine. It’s all-consuming, and all I can do is grip onto his shoulders, my feet barely touching the tile below.
He lifts me and plops me on the counter, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his hips against mine.
A moan escapes me, but I can’t find it in myself to be embarrassed for how needy I sound.
Chance has a bruising grip on my waist, grinding me against himself like he’s just as desperate as I am.
And then the doorbell rings.
My eyebrows dip. “Who the hell...?”
Chance steps back, his eyes dropping to the floor as his chest heaves. “It’s Stephen.”
I tilt my head. “What?” I hop off the counter and stalk toward the door to peer through the peephole. “How did you know?”
Chance rubs the back of his neck as he comes to stand beside me, not saying a word.
A humorless laugh escapes me as I swing open the door. “I can’t wait to talk to Dominique tomorrow.”
Stephen smiles wide and holds up a bottle of tequila. “Happy Friday, pretty girl.”
I roll my eyes, fighting a grin. “Let me guess: Dominique took the kids because she thinks I need to be thoroughly fucked, so you both came over to double-team me. Is that right?”
Chance shakes his head, starting to refute, but Stephen shrugs and says, “Basically.”
A laugh tumbles out of me and I press my palm against my forehead. His honesty is refreshing. “I forgot how much I love your bluntness.”
Like a happy dog, Stephen bounces into the house and plants a kiss on my cheek before shoving Chance’s shoulder. “What’s for dinner, Grumpy Gills?”
Chance glares at the back of his head. “What the fuck is a grumpy gill?”
I pat his shoulder. “It’s from a kid’s movie.”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course it is.”
In the kitchen, Stephen rummages through the cabinets. “Where are your shot glasses?”
“I don’t have any.” I hop up onto the counter, and point to the cabinet to my left. “I have wine glasses and Solo cups in there.”
He pops open the tequila, and takes a swig directly from the bottle before passing it to me. “Limes and salt?”
“Limes in the fridge. Salt in that cabinet.” I take a sip from the bottle, and close my eyes as it slides down my throat. “Damn, I haven’t had this in such a long time.”
Chance slices a lime and hands each of us a wedge. “How often do you get a kid-free night?”
I heave a sigh. “Not often. Sometimes they’ll sleep at a friend’s house, but most of the time I host the sleepovers. I try to get out once a month with Dominique, but it’s pretty tame.”
Stephen arches a brow. “Not like our college days.”
I smile at the reminder. “Not one bit.”
He steps between my legs, and tips my chin. “Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he commands, and he sprinkles the salt onto my waiting tongue. Then he dips his head and strokes my tongue with his.
Oh, fuck.
Chance takes the bottle from my hand and gently tugs my chin away from Stephen. “Open.” He tips the bottle, pouring tequila into my mouth.
I swallow and suck on the lime while he pours some into Stephen’s mouth next. Forgoing the lime, Stephen grips the back of Chance’s neck and pulls him in for a rough kiss.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the two of them together like this. Wetness instantly pools between my legs.
This is crazy. We should talk about this.
But I can’t seem to get out of the way of the train speeding toward me.
I’ve missed them, missed this, missed being touched.
The last four years have been filled with stress and grief, and all of my focus has been on the kids. For tonight, I just want to be selfish and indulge in my favorite guilty pleasure.
I yank them by their shirts, and pull their mouths down to mine. Having them both back feels like a dream I don’t want to wake from. It’s like I’ve stepped back in time, and nothing has changed. It’s just the three of us in love without any obstacles standing in our way.
“Do you want us, pretty girl?” Stephen pants against my mouth, his eyes tight like it’s taking all of his strength to stop. “Because this is your night, and it goes how you want it to go.”
I nod, throwing caution to the wind. “This is exactly how I want tonight to go.”
Without another word, Stephen drops to his knees and reaches under my shirt, tearing my panties from my body and tossing them onto the floor. He licks a trail along my thigh before reaching for the salt and shaking it over my wet skin. Then he laps it up, and opens his mouth right below my pussy, like he’s waiting.
Chance pours the tequila over me, and I gasp at the feel of the cool liquid over my heated, swollen clit. Stephen slurps it up, and then starts to feast on me.
I lean my palms back against the counter, and let out a loud moan. Chance grips onto my neck and hauls my mouth against his, his tongue surging inside and matching the pace of Stephen’s licks. He slides his hand under my shirt and teases my nipples while Stephen sucks on my clit. His muffled moans only spur me on.
Stephen doesn’t go down on me because he has to, or because it’s a chore. He wants to be the best at everything in his life, and this is no exception. He studies me, learning every sound, every movement of my hips, every tremble in my legs, until he can bring me to my release with expertise. Stephen excels in every aspect of my body.
I hike up my knees, planting my feet at the edge of the counter, completely baring myself to Stephen. Then I grip his curls in my fist and grind my hips against his face.
Chance lets out a dark chuckle as he sucks on my bottom lip. “You’re about to come, aren’t you, baby? You’re so desperate for it.”
“Yes,” is all I can chant as the pleasure mounts.
Chance kneels down, and then I feel his tongue join Stephen’s. My senses are overwhelmed by the both of them, and my body relishes in the onslaught of pleasure. I place one hand on the back of each of their heads as I watch them between my legs.
I feel like a queen.
“Oh, my God.” My orgasm racks my body, and my head falls back as I cry out.
It feels like it lasts forever, wave after wave of white-hot heat crashing into me. I haven’t come this hard in so long—since the last time I was with them, no doubt.
The boys pull each other in for a kiss, my arousal glistening on their lips, before pushing to their feet to kiss me.
Chance scoops me up in his arms and stalks out of the kitchen, with Stephen hot on his heels. I’m carried upstairs and into my bedroom.
Chance lays me on the bed. “Take off that shirt and get on your knees, baby.”
I scramble to do as he orders, watching the two of them undress each other. My heart pounds in anticipation, knowing full-well what’s about to happen in this room.
I’m scared and ready at the same time.
What will happen tomorrow, in the light of day? No liquid courage, no house to myself. This can only be a one-night thing. I can’t fuck two men at once with children in the house, and I can’t devote time to a relationship, let alone a polyamorous one, while I’m raising them.
I almost laugh. Who says they’d even want a relationship with me? They can have any woman they want. There are thousands of women who’d jump at the chance to be with a professional athlete.
Why would they want to limit themselves to me? Certainly not now, in mom-mode, in this new diluted life in suburbia.
“Hey.” Chance dips down and forces my eyes to his. “Stay with us, baby. Get out of your head.”
They both crawl onto the bed on either side of me, sandwiching me between their gorgeous, hard bodies.
“Forget about whatever you’re thinking, pretty girl.” Stephen peppers my face with kisses. “We’re here. We’re together. We’ve found each other again. That’s all that matters.”
Tears well behind my lids, unexpected emotion bubbling to the surface. “I’ve missed you two so much.”
They cradle me in their arms, Stephen’s chest pressed against mine while Chance wraps around me from behind.
“We’ve missed you too,” Chance whispers.
Stephen smirks. “And we’re going to show you just how much.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Chance sits back against the headboard and fists his cock with his right hand. “Ride me, baby.”
Chance is rarely selfish, always letting Stephen take what he needs first. But the way his obsidian eyes shine with unshed tears, it’s clear that he needs this right now.
I sniffle as I sit up. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Stephen chuckles as he slips out of bed, and digs into the pocket of his sweatpants. “Don’t you worry, pretty girl. I’ve got us covered.”
He pulls out a long-ass strip of condoms and a bottle of lube, and holds them up the way a fisherman holds up his prize fish.
My shoulders shake with my laughter. “Think you brought enough?”
Chance yanks me over to him with an arm around my waist. “You better hope he did.” He lifts me up by my hips and rubs me against his hard cock. “Because you’re not getting any sleep tonight. We’re going to fuck you in every way we’ve wanted to for the last four years.”
“You’re about to get four years-worth of fucking, pretty girl.” Stephen tears open a condom and tosses it to me, then opens one for himself. “Hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow because you’re going to be sore.”
My pussy clenches at the thought, and a fire ignites inside me. It feels like an awakening; like the piece of me that has been asleep all this time just woke up from hibernation.
And she’s hungry.
A smile spreads across my face. “Bring it, boys. Because for as long as you’ve been missing me, you’ve been able to get out your desires with other people. I haven’t had anyone to have hot, meaningless sex with; I don’t have people throwing themselves at me on a daily basis. I’ve got four years of pent-up frustration, so if I were you, I’d be scared right now because I’m about to pump you both until you’re dry.”
Stephen tosses his head back as he laughs. “There’s our girl.”
I roll the condom over Chance, and waste no time straddling him. “You ready for me, Grumpy Man?”
His hands fly to my hips with a bruising grip. “Use me, baby. Take what you need.”
I sink down onto him, but stop halfway. “Oh, fuck. I forgot how big you guys are.”
The burn hurts so good, and I take my time working myself onto him. Once I’m filled, I start to rock my hips, nice and slow.
Chance’s hooded eyes watch where our bodies connect, his lips parted like he’s in a trance.
Stephen comes up behind me, straddling Chance and nestling his erection against my ass as he moves with me. “He looks so sexy when he’s turned on, doesn’t he?” he whispers in my ear. “It’s the only time he’s not glaring at someone, or mouthing off about something.”
Chance’s eyes flick up to him. “Too bad I can’t shove my cock down your throat right now.”
“No, but I’d love to lick you clean after you come.”
Chance groans, and it’s now that I realize—these boys haven’t been together since college either. Not only did they lose touch with me, but they lost each other as well. This is the first time all three of us have been together in years.
I reach behind me and rest my hand on the back of Stephen’s neck. “Fuck me, Stephen. I’m ready.”
Ready for the three of us to finally be connected.
His palm presses against my back, lowering me until I’m leaning over Chance. My nipples brush against Chance’s chest as he continues fucking me. Stephen drizzles the liquid onto my ass, pressing his thumb inside. He pumps it in and out of me to stretch me open. I let out a low moan.
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you? Yeah, you have. You miss being filled up like our dirty little slut.” Chance caresses my face, gazing up at me like I’m a sweet angel, but his words prove otherwise. “We’ve missed you too, baby. We’ve been dreaming about this perfect pussy for years. Every time I jerked off, I thought about you, about the three of us—all the depraved things we’ve done together.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. I forgot how turned on I get by listening to him talk like this.
Stephen replaces his thumb with his crown, and I feel myself spreading open for him. My body stills as I close my eyes, breathing through the initial discomfort. Stephen pours on more lubricant.
Chance captures my mouth and thrusts his hips up to distract me, bringing me closer to the edge while Stephen takes his time working into me.
I’m so full, so filled up with both of these men, and I love it. “Chance... Stephen... yes.”
“That’s it, baby.” Chance watches over my shoulder as Stephen moves faster inside me. “Fuck, Stephen. I feel you.”
“I can feel you too.” Stephen grunts as he drags himself out, and then plunges back inside. “This feels so good.”
The three of us move as one, our breaths, our bodies, our heartbeats. Nothing but the sound of skin slapping together fills the room; we’re too overwhelmed to speak.
I fall over the edge, and come hard, crying out for them. They hold me while my body trembles. It’s a release of everything I’ve buried deep—all the grief, the pain, the yearning, the stress, and the heartbreak. I let go of it all.
Chance comes next, with Stephen right behind him. These big, strong, beautiful men surrender themselves to me, to each other.
As we lie wrapped in each other’s arms, panting as our racing hearts calm down, I allow myself to believe that this could be real. That we could be what we once were. That we could be together again.
In the light of day tomorrow, I’ll see the harsh reality. But for tonight, just tonight, I pretend that it’s the three of us against the world.