Chapter 9 #2
“Is it, though?” August’s eyes narrow with suspicion. “I’ve known that woman to hold a grudge or two.”
“She’ll get over it,” I insist. “Really, you don’t have to go.”
“What if we want to?” Dominic asks.
I give him a confused look. “Why would you?”
The question leaves them temporarily speechless. I’m trying to understand why until Theo laughs and goes over to the window.
“What do you think the past two weeks have been for us, Phoebe?” he asks.
I don’t know how to answer without the risk of insulting them one way or another.
My tendency to self-sabotage keeps rearing its ugly head while the crisp taste of the chardonnay quietly reminds me of our first night together.
Their touch. Their kisses. The way they completed me in every possible way.
“I don’t know. Fun?” I muster an answer which sounds reasonable.
“Fun,” Theo scoffs. “That’s all it was to you?”
“No.”
“Then why should it be that for us?”
“Because you’re you. And I’m just… me.” The second the words are out of my mouth I realize how stupid they sound. I realize I’m clinging to a version of myself that no longer exists. “I think I’ve got my own foot stuck in my mouth, guys. I need some help here.”
Dominic laughs and takes my glass away, setting both mine and his on the table before turning and taking me into his arms.
“Phoebe, what we started in Hawaii didn’t end the minute we got on the plane back to New York,” he says.
My skin tingles, my core tightens, and I breathe all of him in with the greed of a woman who’s been deprived of air for far too long.
“We told you, you’re not getting rid of us that easily,” he continues. “And if you think we’re going to let anyone ever make you feel like you’re worth less than you are again, you’ve got another think coming.”
He kisses me. Deeply. Hungrily.
He kisses me as if we’ve been apart for months or even years, not the handful of hours since they dropped me off downstairs. This time, however, it feels different. Infinitely more intense, with a clear intention. They’re building up to something.
I see it in August’s deep brown eyes.
I see it in Theo’s bright blue gaze.
And I can feel it in Dominic’s touch as he pulls my shirt over my head, eager to cover my neck and chest in kisses.
“I just figured we’d go our separate ways,” I whisper as he playfully bites my shoulder. “I didn’t want to fool myself with any kind of expectation.”
“We promised we’d be by your side,” Theo says as he returns to the sofa, kneeling before me as he helps Dominic take my jeans off. “It wasn’t a limited time offer.”
“You’re not a weekend fun type of girl. You’re certainly not a holiday fling,” August adds, standing as he removes his shirt and pants, watching me unravel under Theo and Dominic’s feverish touch.
“Phoebe, you’re our woman now. Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, whether we’re together or apart, you are ours. ”
“And we are your men,” Dominic says, kissing me again.
“Say it,” Theo commands as he helps me out of my panties and spreads my legs wide open. Our gazes lock for a long, hot second. “Say it.”
“You’re my men,” I obey, then let out a guttural moan as he dives face first into my wet, sizzling pussy. “Oh, fuck.”
My head falls back as August and Dominic flank me. They each take one of my breasts, kneading the flesh while I take turns kissing them. Theo continues to eat me out, his tongue sliding between my slick folds until I feel a bone-shattering orgasm working its way through me.
“My men,” I manage as the twins’ lips lock around my nipples.
They suckle hungrily, mercilessly until the sweet sting spreads through my ribcage and delivers a shuddering orgasm through my core. I come hard, crying tears of joy as Theo slips out of his jeans and enters me, filling and stretching me as the ripples of my ecstasy flow outward.
I clench tightly around his hard cock, riding the wave as he kisses me, as Dominic and August get up on the sofa and offer me a splendid view of their throbbing erections.
I take each of them in my hands, gripping the bases firmly, and lick their tips.
I lick slowly at first, savoring the precum and watching them adore me before I take Dominic into my mouth fully.
I pause, the wildest thought slicing through my head and stopping me in my tracks. “I’ve got a better idea,” I say.
“Enlighten us,” August says, a tad of frustration in his tone.
“I want all three of you inside me,” I reply with a devilish grin. God, I feel like the Hawaiian version of myself again. This is my chance to make all of my fantasies come true, one day at a time. Our clock didn’t run out on that island. It had only just begun. “How do we make that happen?”
August’s frustration quickly dissolves into a lazy, devious grin as he helps me up and sits down.
Dominic and Theo know precisely what they need to do, their coordination leaving me breathless.
A split second later, I’m gently coaxed to climb on top of August, while Dominic gets behind me and Theo stands on the sofa.
The new positions immediately make sense.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as August takes hold of my hips and slides me onto his cock. At the same time, Dominic’s fingers dig into my buttocks, spreading them subtly as he joins his twin brother inside me. “OH, FUCK!”
I hold my breath, my pussy suddenly stretched beyond anything my imagination could ever conjure. It hurts so good, the sensation reverberating through my entire body, and I need a moment to adjust.
“Easy, baby,” Dominic whispers in my ear while Theo smiles down at me. “Take it easy, relax, give it a second.”
“I’m trying,” I manage, quivering as another orgasm is already building, the tension balling tightly in the pit of my stomach.
Dominic sinks his fingers firmly into my hips as August takes a greedy hold of my breasts.
I look up, parting my lips and welcoming Theo into my mouth as he lovingly cups my cheeks and holds my head in place. He slides in gently as tears trickle down my cheeks and the movements become synchronized.
“You were made for us, Phoebe,” Dominic growls.
It’s all I need to come again, my screams muffled by Theo’s delicious cock. The ripples unleash my men as I clench them tightly and the madness ensues.
“You’re fucking perfect,” August groans as he drives his heels into the floor and pumps into me at the same time Dominic pushes from behind. Theo deep throats me into oblivion.
On and on, the men take me, claim me, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. My flesh is theirs. My soul unravels as August squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples. I scream in ecstasy as Dominic plunges into me over and over. When his hand comes down and smacks my ass, another climax overtakes me.
I feel myself glazing both of their cocks until there is nothing left, until we all fall apart at the seams and dissolve into one another.
“You take us like a good girl,” Theo whispers, smiling down at me as he thrusts himself deeper down my throat, then stiffens and comes with a hot jet.
I am drunk on the taste of him and on the sound of his rough groans as he savors the moment, as his head tilts back while I suck him hard and drink every drop.
Dominic’s hand comes down again. The smack stings in the sweetest way, causing my pussy to clench even tighter around him and his brother.
“YES!” I cry out when I feel them both coming at the same time.
Their roars fill my ears as Theo holds my head so he can look at me, admiring me as Dominic and August fuck me senseless. He’s loving the view, his adoring gaze making my skin glow.
Every nerve ending is ablaze as Dominic plants a kiss on my back, just between my shoulder blades, and August gently caresses my breasts, both of them coming down from a devastating orgasm.
Their cocks still twitch inside me, and my pussy welcomes every trace of their release until I melt into a puddle.
Hawaii was just the beginning, indeed.
Morning finds us in my bed, waking up from a short but deep and heavy sleep. Last night, we tested boundaries and went past our limits, without hesitation or regret. I’m astonished by how much my body can handle, well aware that none of this would be possible without a deep emotional connection.
Which makes tonight’s dinner a downright terrifying prospect.
I rest my head on Dominic’s chest, gazing out the window. A beam of sunlight slips through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the foot of my bed and the hardwood floor.
“What’s on your mind?” Dominic asks.
Theo stirs beside us. He lifts his head, then crashes back down on the soft pillow while August turns over to look at us.
“What makes you think I’m deep in thought?” I ask with a playful smile. “Maybe I’m just spent after everything you did to me.”
“Everything we did to you?” August raises an eyebrow, prompting a subtle laugh out of Dominic. “I specifically recall a few things that you did to us.”
“And I have zero regrets on the matter,” I quip.
“Nor should you. It only served to prove that you were somehow specifically designed for us,” Dominic replies, his fingers brushing through my hair. “But I’m serious. What’s the matter?”
“Am I the only one dreading tonight’s dinner?” I sit up, looking at each of them with equal parts curiosity and irritation. “I can’t be the only one.”
Dominic takes a deep breath, the shadow of a smile fluttering across his face. “Are you afraid of facing your mother tonight?”
“Kind of. We all know she’s going to point some fingers at us. I’m pretty sure she’s been made aware of your polyamorous lifestyle. I doubt I’ll ever hear the end of it.”
“Let’s take a beat here,” Theo says, rubbing his eyes. “What is it about tonight’s dinner that scares you, specifically?”
“There was plenty of speculation online, as you already know. Starting from the minute I asked the three of you on my honeymoon trip.”
“Which we’re so glad you did,” Theo interrupts with a sly grin.
“Me too,” I reply with a soft smile. “But because of that, many comments followed. Penny saved some of the highlights, and I have to say, they all paint a colorful and surprisingly accurate picture coming from a bunch of strangers who never even met us. It’s safe to say, that to the public, we’re already some kind of item. ”
“A reverse harem, shall we call it?” August chuckles.
“You’re usually the serious and brooding one,” I give him a playful scowl. “Why are you being so casual about this?”
He offers a nonchalant shrug. “Because none of us actually give a damn. Polyamory isn’t as taboo as it used to be. Not in this city. Besides, we haven’t confirmed or denied anything. The public can spin their wheels all they want, but they don’t matter. We matter.”
“Okay, I guess I like the sound of that,” I concede with a slight nod. “My mother, on the other hand, won’t be as open-minded.”
“And why do you care?” Dominic asks the key question.
“Because she’s still my mother.”
Dominic sits up so he can look me in the eye. “Do you need her approval to be happy, Phoebe?”
“No.”
“And if she tells you to end this, with us, will you?”
That’s a tough question. I know the immediate answer is no, but what about the part of me that has been conditioned into being a people pleaser, into abandoning myself to make others happy? I’ve done that most of my life. Will I be able to get past it?
“What Dominic is trying to say,” August intervenes as soon as he notices me wavering, “is that no matter what your mother might think about us, thinking is all she can do. Have an opinion. That’s it. It has no bearing on your life or your happiness.”
“And if you want to keep this going, if you want to see where it leads, you have that right, no matter what happens tonight,” Theo adds.
“And if she asks me if we’re an item?”
Dominic laughs. “If Helen wants to know if we’re an item, that answer is pretty much up to you. You can tell her we are an item. Or you can tell her we’re just friends. Whatever gives you peace of mind. The last thing we want is to cause more strife for you.”
I exhale sharply, trying to figure out how I want to present our situation to my mother.
My first instinct is to run screaming for the hills.
Maybe jump on another plane to Hawaii—except this time I wouldn’t come back.
I’d turn my apartment into an Airbnb and live out the rest of my days far away from this city.
That’s not feasible, though. I love New York City. It’s in my blood. It’s my home.
I just hate that I have to share it with the people who make me feel so miserable in my own skin.
Picking up on my thoughts, August reaches a hand around my waist and pulls me into his arms. “Whatever happens tonight, Phoebe, we’ve got you,” he says. “Whatever this becomes between us, you’re in full control of it. Don’t forget that.”
“But it’s damn obvious it’s not just sex that’s happening here,” Theo replies with a light laugh.
“It isn’t just sex,” I sigh. My chest feels heavy.
Anxiety likes to wrap itself around my throat sometimes, threatening to suffocate me.
“I know that. It’s just… until we know where this will lead, until things start to, I guess, make sense again, can we just take it easy with labels and what the rest of the world is privy to? My mother included.”
“Of course,” Dominic replies. “That being said, rest assured, we’ll be on our best behavior tonight. If Helen thinks we’re an item, she might as well get to know us at our best.”
I scowl at him. “You sure do love pulling my leg over this, don’t you?”
“Oh, absolutely,” he responds with a wink.
“She can be a difficult woman,” I warn them. “I’m sorry if I’m being persistent about this, but you don’t know her like I do. One wrong move, one innocent word, and you could become her number one enemy. Helen Astor-Baldwin is ruthless to anyone she considers a foe.”
The men exchange curious glances, then look at me.
“Do you think she’s got enough power to even try to take us down?” August asks.
The certainty behind his words gives me a much-needed boost of reassurance. He’s right. Even if the crap hits the fan tonight, what can my mother really do?
Dominic, August, and Theo run one of the fastest growing fintech companies in the country. Other, much bigger sharks have tried to take a bite out of them and have miserably failed.