Mia
I stand on Jack's front porch at exactly eight o'clock, my hand raised to knock, my heart hammering so hard I'm surprised it doesn't crack a rib.
The twins are on an overnight field trip with their school, sleeping in tents and roasting marshmallows while their mother is about to face three men who know she's been sleeping with all of them.
And now, I know they will tell me to choose between them. My heart sinks. I'm so not prepared to do that!
The door opens before my knuckles make contact. Jack stands there in jeans and a dark sweater, his hazel eyes unreadable. He looks tired, like he hasn't slept well in days. Join the club.
I walk past him into the foyer, my legs unsteady.
The living room opens to my right, and I see Blake and Noah already there.
Blake sits on the couch, his broad shoulders filling out a gray henley that shows off his muscular arms. Noah stands by the window, his hands in his pockets, wearing dark jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
All three of them. Together. Waiting for me.
"Please, have a seat," Jack says, gesturing to the armchair across from the couch.
I sink into it, gripping the armrests.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Jack asks. "Water? Wine?"
"Wine." My voice comes out scratchy. "Definitely wine." Hell, I wonder if he has anything stronger? I have a feeling I'm going to need it. But I don't ask and concentrate on staying here, sitting in this chair instead of bolting like every muscle in my body is demanding.
He disappears into the kitchen while Blake and Noah watch me with expressions I can't quite read. Blake's brown eyes are warm but serious. Noah's green ones are unreadable.
Jack returns with a glass of red wine and hands it to me. Our fingers brush and electricity shoots up my arm. He settles into the other armchair, creating a triangle with Blake on the couch and Noah still standing.
I take a long sip of wine, needing the liquid courage. "So. You wanted to talk."
"We have a proposal," Blake says, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Something we've discussed and agreed on."
My stomach clenches. "Okay."
"We know this situation is ... difficult for you," Noah adds quietly.
I nod, not trusting my voice, but I feel a rush of heat climb up from my throat to cover my face. I resist the urge to start fanning myself.
Jack's gaze locks on mine. "We don't want to force you to choose."
I blink. "What?"
"We want to share you," Blake says simply. "All three of us. Together."
The wine glass nearly slips from my fingers. "I'm sorry, what?"
"We've talked about this extensively," Jack continues, his voice steady and businesslike, like he's presenting a proposal to the school board. "Competing for you will only make things more difficult. For you and for us."
"So you want to..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.
"We want to try an unconventional arrangement," Noah explains. "Where you can be with all of us without guilt or secrecy. No choosing. No competition."
I stare at them, certain I've misheard. "You're serious."
"Completely," Blake confirms.
"That's not how relationships work," I say weakly. "You pick one person. You commit. You don't just ... date three men at once."
"Says who?" Noah asks. "Who made that rule? Throughout history, there have been countless examples of non-monogamous relationships. Polyamory isn't new. It's just not widely accepted in modern Western culture."
I take another gulp of wine. "This is insane. What about the professional implications?" I set down my wine glass before I drop it. "You're my boss, Jack. Blake and Noah are my colleagues. If anyone finds out about this, we're all finished."
"We maintain professional boundaries at work," Jack says. "Same as we're supposed to be doing now. The difference is we're not competing or lying to each other."
"And what people don't know won't hurt them," Blake adds. "We're all adults. What we do in private is our business."
I look at each of them in turn. Jack with his commanding presence and those eyes that see right through me. Blake with his athletic confidence and easy charm. Noah with his quiet intensity and intellectual depth.
Three completely different men. Three different ways they make me feel.
"I care about all of you," I admit, my voice breaking. "In different ways." I press my hands against my face. "But this is crazy. People don't do this."
"Some people do," Noah says gently. "And it works for them."
"What if it doesn't work for us?" I drop my hands. "What if we try this and it blows up in our faces?"
"Then at least we tried," Blake says.
Jack stands and moves to kneel in front of my chair.
He takes my hands in his, his touch warm and steady.
"Mia, I've spent ten years regretting that I let you slip away.
I'm not going to make that mistake again.
If sharing you with Blake and Noah means I get to keep you in my life, then I'll do it. "
"You really mean that?" I search his face for doubt.
"I really mean that." He squeezes my hands. "I care about you more than my ego."
Blake stands and crosses to us. "I'm falling for you, Mia. Hard. And I'd rather have part of you than none of you."
Noah joins us, completing the circle. "You make me feel things I haven't felt in years. Things I thought I'd lost when my sister died. I'm not ready to give that up."
Tears blur my vision. "This is the most insane thing I've ever considered."
"Is that a yes?" Blake asks, a hint of his usual humor breaking through.
I laugh through my tears. "I don't know. Maybe? God, I can't believe I'm even thinking about this."
"We don't have to decide everything tonight," Jack says. "We can start slow. See how it feels."
"How slow?" I ask.
Blake's grin turns wicked. "Well, since the twins are on their overnight trip ..."
Heat floods my cheeks. "You want to ... all of us? Tonight?"
"Only if you want to," Noah says quickly. "No pressure. We can just talk if you prefer."
I look at the three of them surrounding me. Jack's hazel eyes dark with desire. Blake's brown ones warm and inviting. Noah's green ones intense behind his glasses.
My body makes the decision before my brain catches up. "I want to."
The words hang in the air for a heartbeat. Then Jack stands, pulling me up with him. "Bedroom."
We move as a unit up the stairs. Jack's bedroom is masculine and neat. A king-sized bed dominates the space, covered in dark gray sheets. He closes the door behind us and the click of the lock sounds impossibly loud.
For a moment, we all just stand there. The reality of what we're about to do settles over us.
Blake makes the first move and kisses me softly, his lips warm and familiar. I melt into him, my hands sliding up his muscular chest. God, he feels good. Solid and strong and safe.
Noah moves behind me, his hands finding my waist. He brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His body presses against my back, and I can feel he's already hard.
Jack watches from beside the bed, his eyes tracking every movement. The intensity in his gaze makes my core clench with need.
Blake breaks the kiss and steps back. "Let's get you out of these clothes."
They undress me slowly, reverently. Blake pulls my sweater over my head while Noah unbuttons my jeans. Jack removes my bra with practiced ease. When I'm finally naked before them, all three men take a moment to just look.
I'm not usually shy when it comes to sex, but then I've not stood naked in front of three guys before.
My hands twitch as the sudden desire to cover my breasts and lower body almost overwhelms me, but I resist. Taking a deep breath, I go to Blake and unzip his pants.
With the zipper halfway down, I turn to look at all three of them.
"Take your shirts off," I command. "Now."
I almost laugh at how quickly they comply, then I finish unzipping Blake's pants, then Noah's, and finally Jack's.
Three beautiful men. All for me.
Jack sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me between his legs. "Come here."
I straddle his lap, feeling his hard length press against my core. He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, and I moan into his mouth.
Blake moves behind me, his hands cupping my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. "So responsive," he murmurs against my shoulder.
Noah kneels beside the bed, his hand sliding between my thighs. His fingers find me wet and ready. "God, Mia. You're soaked."
"Please," I gasp. "I need..."
"What do you need?" Jack asks against my lips.
"Everything," I gasp."Now."
Jack lifts me slightly and positions himself at my entrance. He pushes inside slowly, and I cry out at the stretch. He's thick and fills me completely.
"That's it," he groans. "Take all of me."
Noah's fingers tease my clit, drawing moans of exquisite pleasure from me. Blake pulls me back so that I rest my back and head against his chest, his fingers pinching my nipples almost to the point of pain.
Jack starts to move, his hips thrusting up into me.
Each stroke hits deep, making me gasp. Blake pinches my nipples harder, the edge of pain mixing with pleasure.
Noah's fingers move faster on my clit, pushing me toward the edge.
He leans up and kisses me. Deep and thorough, our tongues mating to the rhythm of Jack's thrusts.
"I'm close," I pant. "So close."
"Come for us," Jack commands. "Let go."
I don't need to be told twice. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave. I cry out, my body clenching around Jack's cock, pleasure radiating outward from my core. Jack follows moments later, groaning my name as he pulses inside me.
We stay tangled together for a moment, breathing hard. Then Jack carefully lifts me off him and lays me on the bed.
Blake moves between my thighs, his brown eyes dark with lust. "My turn."
He enters me in one smooth thrust, and I arch off the bed. He's slightly thicker than Jack, and the stretch is delicious. He sets a hard, fast pace that has me gasping.
Noah moves to the head of the bed, his cock level with my mouth.
He doesn't say anything. Our eyes meet and I open for him eagerly, taking him deep.
He groans, his hand threading through my hair.
The taste of him, the feel of Blake pounding into me, the sight of Jack watching us with hooded eyes. It's almost too much.
Blake shifts the angle and hits that perfect spot inside me. I moan around Noah's cock, the vibration making him curse. Blake's fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles.
"Come again," Blake demands. "I want to feel you."
The second orgasm builds faster than the first. When it hits, I scream around Noah's cock, my whole body shaking. Blake follows with a shout, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside me. At the same time, Noah tosses his head back and growls as his seed pumps thick and salty into my mouth.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs. Jack pulls me against his chest while Blake and Noah press close on either side. Someone pulls a blanket over us.
"That was..." I can't finish the sentence.
"Yeah," Blake agrees, his voice rough.
"Definitely, yeah," Noah adds.
Jack presses a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep. We'll figure out the rest tomorrow."
I close my eyes, surrounded by warmth and the steady breathing of three men. For the first time in weeks, the guilt is gone. Replaced by something that feels dangerously like contentment.
Morning light filters through the curtains, pulling me from sleep. I'm warm and comfortable, pressed between solid male bodies. Jack's arm is draped over my waist. Blake's leg is tangled with mine. Noah's hand rests on my hip.
For a moment, I just lie there, savoring the feeling. Then a car door slams outside.
My eyes snap open. Through the window, I see a silver BMW pulling into Jack's driveway. A woman steps out, her blonde hair catching the sunlight.
Emma Lewis walks toward the front door, a key already in her hand.