Chapter 9
Leah
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Dmitri rubs his cock over my pussy, through my underwear. “Push those panties down for me, baby.”
I brace my weight with one hand and tug my underwear down with the other. The fabric tickles as it slides down my legs.
“Beautiful.” The dark allure of Gage’s voice is powerful even through the phone.
Their approval lights something within me. I want to be good for them because it makes me feel good.
Dmitri presses against my entrance. The thickness surprises me every time. “You aren’t too sore after last night?”
I shake my head.
“Use your words, baby.” He pats my bare ass.
“Not too sore,” I say.
His palm is warm against my hip as he eases inside. My slick arousal makes it easier for him to move.
I moan. “Yes…more.”
“I’ve got you.” He pulls out a little before pressing in again.
“How does she feel?” Gage asks.
“Like fucking paradise.” Dmitri glides in and out slowly. “Tight, hot, wet.”
He feels like paradise, too. Thick and hard. Impossibly long. My body welcomes him, taking more and more of him. Every stroke lights up new nerve endings. The friction is pure ecstasy.
“Keep that phone focused on her,” Gage says. “You’re beautiful, Leah. You take that cock so well. Does it feel good to you? As good as it feels to Dmitri?”
“Mm-hmm…” I push back with my hips, meeting Dmitri’s next thrust.
“Touch that pretty hole for me, Dmitri.” Gage’s order is rough. I wonder if he’s touching himself. He’s at work, so probably not. But I’ll imagine he is.
Dmitri reaches between us, sliding his fingers over my slick folds and the place we join. He brings his hand back around and rubs his slippery thumb over my asshole.
I instinctively clench, fighting the intrusion.
Gage’s voice penetrates my discomfort. “Let him in, baby girl.”
“Push out, baby.” Dmitri presses a thick finger inward.
“Oh god oh god oh god…” I whimper.
“God can’t help you now.” Dmitri pushes harder.
It’s impossibly tight, and it stings, and then—I feel full. Uncomfortable, but aroused.
“Nice job, baby.” Dmitri leans forward and kisses my shoulder. “Gage, this is fucking magical. She’s squeezing my thumb and dick so fucking tight.”
Whimpers and whines come from my throat, unbidden.
“It could be both of us.” Dmitri increases the pace of his thrusting. “One of us in your tight little ass, the other in your pretty pussy. Would you like that, Leah? Do you want to come on two cocks instead of one?”
That would involve Gage actually fucking me. And yeah, I want that more than anything.
“Tell us, little girl.” Gage sounds fierce.
“Yes—yes, I want that.” The words are raw and pleasure-soaked.
“You’ll get it,” Gage says.
Is that a promise? Will he fuck me with Dmitri? My heart soars even as my core tightens.
Every one of Dmitri’s thrusts is a brutal, beautiful blaze, surging through my pussy. He continues fucking my ass with his finger, a taboo invasion. I feel dirty and defiled and treasured all at the same time. Knowing that Gage is watching stokes my pleasure higher.
Knowing he’ll join in soon? Even better.
“Touch your clit, baby.” Dmitri thrusts hard to punctuate the order. “Come on us. Come now.”
I can’t help but obey. Two touches on my clit is all it takes. My body seizes, overcome with liquid pleasure, liquid desire flooding my limbs.
“Gage—Dmitri!” My screams echo up the stairs and through the hall. I rock back against Dmitri, my movements erratic.
He shouts something incomprehensible. He slams hard three, four, five more times before locking his hand on my hip, holding himself still while his cock pulses within me.
“That’s our girl. Well done, Leah.” Gage’s voice sounds far away. It’s because Dmitri is carefully easing out of me and jostling the phone. Gage adds, “I would hold her, if I were there.”
“I’m getting to it.” Dmitri hands me the phone. “I’m getting some paper towels, baby girl—I’ll be right back.”
I ease down to sit on my side, careful not to get any of our mess on the stairs.
I hold the phone up and offer Gage a smile. My own face shows in the phone screen in a smaller rectangle. My braids are coming undone. My cheeks are flushed, and so is my neck and upper chest. I look well and truly fucked. “I wish you were here.”
“I do, too.” His dark eyes are soft behind his glasses. “I want to hold you.”
“I want that, so bad.”
“You can have it.” Gage clears his throat. For the first time, he appears apprehensive, uncertain. “Tell me you’re coming home soon.”
* * *
Leah
The next day, Dmitri and I return to San Esteban. The reporters have left Gage’s building. Huge relief. My shoulders relax as we pull into the garage. I text Gage that we’ve arrived. He invites Dmitri up to the penthouse, but Dmitri declines.
“I need to head home and unpack.” He braces one hand on the wall while I punch in the code for the elevator. “I’ll see you soon though, won’t I?”
I turn around to face him. The fluorescent lights of the garage make everything starkly bright, including the gray of his eyes. “Absolutely. I don’t know exactly how to balance things with you and Gage, but I’ll do my best.”
“Maybe he and I need a custody agreement.”
“Ha.”
He slides his hand down to my waist. Heat blooms through the fabric of my T-shirt. Intoxicating. “Don’t forget me, when you’re with him.”
“Never.” I tilt my face up, wordlessly asking for a kiss.
He doesn’t disappoint—his lips capture mine. He swipes his tongue along them, urging me to open. I do, meeting his tongue with mine. We curl around each other like two horny teenagers sneaking away between classes.
Bing! The elevator doors open.
He pushes his hips against me, letting me feel how hard he is. “I won’t forget you either, baby.”
As I ride up to Gage’s penthouse, I imagine how things would go if Dmitri came up with me.
We’d walk in. Gage would hold out his arms and I’d run to him and give him the biggest hug possible.
Because the shit Nicola has been doing? It doesn’t hurt only me—it hurts him, too.
He’s been alone, without comfort, the past few days. So I would kiss him and hug him.
Dmitri would stand off to the side until I wave him over. And then somehow—the how-and-why details are unclear in my fantasy—clothes come off. All three of us are naked. I drop to my knees and open wide for Dmitri and Gage. The two take turns fucking my mouth?—
Bing! The elevator doors open again. This elevator is a killjoy.
I shake off the fantasy, ignoring the growing dampness between my thighs.
Quick steps take me to Gage’s door. I stand in front of it, wondering if I should knock. Stupid impulse, but when I left, I didn’t do it in a good way. Even though he invited me back, I still hesitate.
Before I can make a decision—whether to knock or let myself in—the door swings open.
Gage stands in front of me. The panic in his brown eyes fades to relief. “You took so long getting up, I wasn’t sure if reporters found you?—”
I drop my bag and fling myself into his arms.
He chuckles into my neck. “It’s good to see you, too.”
“I’m sorry for leaving like I did. I’m sorry for not communicating. I’m the biggest asshole, and I won’t do that again.”
“It’s okay, Leah. I get it. We never could’ve anticipated Nicola’s lies.” Pulling back, he gives me a small smile. “I was hurt, though. So I’m glad to hear you won’t run away again.”
“I won’t. We’ll talk first next time.”
“Good. Let’s get your things inside. I have a gift for you.”
The gift, it turns out, is a new phone with a new number.
He gestures to my old phone. “You can transfer your contacts and apps over. I have a PA who will do that for you. The PA will monitor your old phone and forward anything important. New contacts for your tutoring work, for example. We’ll leave the old number up on your website.”
His thoughtfulness shouldn’t surprise me. He’s always thoughtful, considerate. I’m not used to that in my relationships. Maybe I should start getting used to it. Maybe I should demand it, in the future.
I tap around on my new phone. There are already two messages waiting. I hold the phone up so Gage can see. “Who’s Olivia?”
“Olivia Santiago. I hope you don’t mind, but I gave her your new number. Remember when you talked to me about offering test prep to disadvantaged students?”
“Yeah,” I say slowly.
“Olivia runs a nonprofit aimed at providing resources to that same demographic. It’s an after-school arts program, but she’s interested in widening their offerings.”
“This sounds like exactly what I want.” I stare at Olivia’s texts in wonder. “She wants to meet for coffee…and she followed up with—Gage, is this for real?”
His eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Is what for real?”
“She’s inviting us—including Dmitri—to a benefit next week.” Excitement has my hands jittery as I point at the second text. Then I frown at Gage. “First, how much did you tell her about our relationship?”
“Not much.” He smirks. “She floated the benefit invite past me, and I might have said that instead of a plus-one, you’ll need a plus-two.”
“Gage!” I stare at him in disbelief.
“It’s the truth. Would you want to deny Dmitri the opportunity to see you looking glamorous at a black-tie affair?”
I wilt. “It’s black-tie? I don’t have anything to wear.”
“We’ll worry about that in a moment. First I need to know if you want to go to this thing.”
A night spent all dressed up, on Gage’s and Dmitri’s arms? It sounds fabulous.
“Will people stare, though?” I tap the side of my new phone. “San Esteban’s reputation for nontraditional relationships is a thing, after all, but…”
“Are you ashamed of what we’re doing?”
“I’m not ashamed of our relationship, it’s just so new.” And every now and then, my stepfather’s cruel words enter my head.
“If it’s any comfort, Olivia has two husbands.”
“Two husbands,” I repeat.
Gage levels me with a look. “That’s what I said.”
“Right.” Well, what better place to debut my relationship with two men in public, than at a benefit hosted by a woman who has two husbands?
He curves a hand around my waist, drawing me closer. He nuzzles my neck, then scrapes his teeth along my skin. Shivers erupt over my body. “So, little girl…are we going to the benefit, all three of us?”
“Yes.” My knees are weak, but my resolve is strong. “We’re doing this.”
“Well.” He pulls back so I can see his face. His dark eyes are lit with an inner fire. “I suppose we better go shopping. It’s been several days since I got to spoil you. I need to make up for lost time.”