26. Presley
“Would you stop fussing with your hair? You look great.”
I drop my hands at my sides and take two giant steps back from the phone. “One last look. What do we think?”
“I think you look like a hot rock princess.” Dominique fans herself with her hand. “Those fishnets with the combat boots look badass.”
A smile creeps onto my face. “I haven’t been to a concert in so long.”
“I’m really glad you’re allowing yourself to have some fun, Pres. Happiness looks good on you.”
Warmth spreads through my chest. “Thanks. Okay, let me go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You better.”
We end the call, and I stare at my reflection in the mirror for one more lingering moment. I’m only twenty-six, but I feel a lot older. The last four years taking care of my niece and nephew have been a lot for me, and I haven’t allowed myself to enjoy my twenties as much as everyone else usually does.
But tonight, in my tied-up Breaking Benjamin T-shirt and black leather mini-skirt, I feel like I’m getting a piece of myself back. The kids are at their friends’ houses for a sleepover, and I’m going out on a date with my boyfriends.
I glance at the picture of my sister sitting on my dresser, and I press a kiss to my fingertips before touching it to the frame. “Love you, sis’.”
The doorbell rings and pulls me from my thoughts. I snatch my clutch off the bed and head downstairs.
Stephen and Chance are both waiting on the porch when I swing open the door, each holding a bouquet of red roses.
Stephen wastes no time in lunging for me, and I squeal as he lifts and spins me. “You look fucking hot!”
I laugh as he sets me down and steadies me. “You look hot yourself.”
His muscles pop in his fitted white T-shirt, brightening those crystal-blue eyes of his. I drink my fill of him, my gaze trailing down his biceps and along his forearms, smattered with freckles.
I gasp as I spot the black leather bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “Oh my God, is that...?”
“Of course it is.” He holds it up proudly, gesturing to the three silver circles at the center. “I figured our first official date was the perfect time to break it out.”
“You saved it after all this time?”
“You were always with me, even when you weren’t.”
My eyes shift to Chance, and linger on the matching bracelet on his wrist. “You too?”
He nods once. “Always.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, breathing in his familiar scent. “You look sexy, my Grumpy Man.”
The sleeves of his black dress shirt are rolled up, putting his vascular forearms on display. The top two buttons are undone, revealing his smooth olive skin. His messy dark hair falls over his obsidian eyes.
They look so different, my men. Opposites in every way, yet their contrasting traits complement each other so well. They are the perfect balance.
And I get to have them both.
“I’ll be right back.” I spin around and dart back upstairs, making a beeline for my bedroom. I rummage through my jewelry box, and pull out the necklace Stephen gave me years ago, and run back downstairs.
“Put it on for me, please?” I hand it to Stephen and turn around in front of him.
He leans down and presses his soft lips to the side of my neck, and goosebumps trail along my skin. He clasps the necklace, and I smile wide as my fingertips come up to touch the silver circles.
The three of us are back together.
Maybe this really could be forever.
“I can’t believe these seats!”
Chance smirks as he gazes down at me. “Did you think we’d be sitting in the nosebleed section?”
I laugh. “No, I suppose not with the two of you.”
I expected good seats, but I didn’t anticipate the VIP balcony area to the left of the stage. If I leaned down, I could reach out and touch Benjamin Burnley whenever he jumps onto the speaker below us.
Stephen leans in as he shouts over the music. “These seats are much more private. Plus, I didn’t feel like getting into a fight in the mosh pit.”
I scoff, feigning offense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t get into fights.”
He tosses his head back and laughs. “No, you just cause them.”
Chance nods as his smirk turns into a smile. “I thought we were going to die that night. That chick’s boyfriend was the biggest dude I’ve ever seen—and I play hockey.”
Stephen pats my shoulder. “Before you shove a girl onto the ground, make sure her boyfriend isn’t Sasquatch.”
I shrug. “She got what she deserved. Flick your hair in my face multiple times, and you’re going to get shoved.”
Chance shakes his head. “My little rebel.”
The music changes and I cheer. Angels Fall is my favorite song. I hold my arms over my head as I belt out the first verse, closing my eyes and swaying to the melody.
Chance slides behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist, and his fingers skim along my exposed skin. I lean back against him, pressing against his hard body as he sings along.
Stephen moves closer to us, and I crane my neck to watch as he leans in and kisses Chance. My heart swells whenever I see them together, knowing how far they’ve come to get to this point—especially for a second time.
I try to move, to turn around in Chance’s arms, but his grip tightens on my waist and he holds me in place. Stephen slips his fingers underneath my skirt, and my eyes dart around to check if anyone’s able to see us.
“Relax,” Chance’s deep voice is at my ear, and I shiver.
“In front of everyone like this?” I ask.
“Let’s give them a show, pretty girl.” Stephen nips at my other ear. “You can be as loud as you want in here.”
His fingers hook into the holes of my fishnets, and he yanks. I gasp as he tears open the crotch, and finds his way underneath my thong.
“Think you can make our girl come before the song ends?” Chance shouts.
Stephen chuckles. “You know I can.”
His fingers swirl over my clit and I let out a loud moan, but the drums and bass swallow my sounds.
Chance slips his hand under my shirt and cups my breast. “Look at all those people down there, completely unaware that Stephen is rubbing that pretty pussy of yours. I wonder if the guitarist can see you from the stage.”
My core clenches as adrenaline courses through me, mixing with desire. “You okay with that, letting them see what’s yours?”
“Let them look.” He pushes up my shirt and tugs down one of the cups of my bra, completely exposing my breast. “Let them see what they’re missing.” He pinches my nipple at the same time Stephen slips his long finger inside me. “This perfect body of yours belongs to us. You haven’t given it to anyone else while we’ve been away, have you?”
I shake my head as sweat forms on my forehead. “No. Nobody.”
Stephen pumps his finger in and out of me before adding a second. I cry out, and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth. He kisses me, slow and sensual, the same way he’s working my pussy.
“You knew nobody could take care of this body the way we did,” Chance continues. “You were saving yourself for us, and you didn’t even know it.”
“I did though,” Stephen says as he rips his mouth away from mine. “I knew you would come back to us eventually.”
My chest heaves as the pleasure mounts, and I rock my hips against Stephen’s fingers. “Y-you did?”
“I did.” He taps on my necklace. “A circle is forever. There was never going to be an ending for us. We might have gone our separate ways for a while, but we were always going to come back around.”
Chance trails his hand down my stomach and toys with my clit while Stephen’s finger fucks me faster.
The faint sound of the bridge of the song playing in the background tells me that we only have another minute to go.
“You didn’t want anyone else but us, did you, baby?” Chance whispers.
“No.” My heart races as I reach up behind me and grab the back of Chance’s neck with one hand, and cup Stephen’s face with the other. “I belong to the both of you. Always.”
Stephen kisses me hard while Chance sucks on my neck.
And as the crowd chants along to the final lyrics of the song, I come—loud and unrestrained. My body shakes, and Chance holds me up while Stephen milks every second of my orgasm.
“That’s our good little rebel.” Chance’s deep voice is like liquid sex in my ear. “Coming for us in front of everyone like the slut you are. I knew she was in there, all this time just begging to come out and play.”
Stephen slips his fingers out of me, and pushes them inside Chance’s mouth. “Tell me that’s not the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
Chance hums as his eyes close, and I get turned on all over again watching his lips wrap around Stephen’s thick fingers.
“I got us backstage passes,” Stephen says with a sly grin. “Think we can find a storage closet somewhere back there?”
Chance grabs us each by the hand, and yanks us toward the stairs.
God, I’ve missed this.