Chapter 25
twenty-five
. . .
Meghan
Oof.
People say women are emotional, but I may have hitched my wagon to the two most emotionally stunted, needy men in the city.
Perhaps the state.
What started as a lovely late afternoon make-out session quickly devolved into the world’s most overwrought soap opera, complete with enough macho posturing to power a small country.
“Be right back.” I planted a kiss on Marco’s cheek before padding toward my bedroom—where Wick was still holed up.
I opened the door and slipped through, closing it behind me. When I didn’t spot Wick, I wandered toward the bathroom. I found him standing with a white towel wrapped low around his hips, hands planted on the counter and head hanging between his shoulders.
After Marco’s confession, I had been all prepared to storm in here and tell him to get his shit together. To stop making Marco feel like the odd man out. Even after I told him to take the time he needed. But he just looked so defeated. His eyes were closed and his head hung low. He obviously hadn’t heard me come in. I slid up behind him, wrapping my arms around his still-damp tapered waist and placing my cheek to his back.
“I’m an asshole.” Wick removed a hand from the counter and clasped it on top of where mine rested on his abs.
“Yep,” I agreed, popping the ‘p’ obnoxiously. “But you’re our asshole, so...” I trailed off with a shrug.
“Gee, thanks.” He turned in my arms and pulled me close. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not the one who deserves an apology. I understand. But Marco doesn’t. He doesn’t know what happened with Beth and he’s sitting out there thinking he’s not enough for you.”
“Fuck me.”
“Later, babe. More important matters and all that.”
Wick shot me a withering look that I returned with a grin.
So help me God, I would get the three of us on the same page. I was living in a damn fantasy with the two sexiest men I had ever met. No way in hell would I let lover’s spat ruin the dream. “We got sushi. Get dressed and come eat with us.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Ten minutes later, sushi was spread across the kitchen island and we had each taken a standing position on three of the four sides.
Time for the faceoff .
“Alright,” I said, clapping my hands together. “Let’s talk boundaries.” I took a deep breath, looking between Wick and Marco. “I know this isn’t easy for any of us,” I began, my voice soft but steady. “Navigating a relationship like ours takes work, communication, and trust. But I firmly believe that what we have is worth fighting for.”
“I want to, Meghan,” Marco said. “But sometimes I feel like I don’t quite fit.”
I reached across the island and took his hand, my thumb gently caressing his knuckles. “Marco, you do so much more than just fit . You bring joy, laughter, and a kind of love that I never knew I needed until you came into our lives. Wick and I, we’re not complete without you.”
Wick shifted beside me. “She’s right, Marco. I know I haven’t been the best at showing it. My issues, my past, that’s on me. It’s not about you.”
I clutched Wick’s hand, silently thanking him for his vulnerability. “We all have our baggage, our scars. But that’s what makes this—what makes us —so good. We’re learning, growing, healing together.” I looked between my two loves, my heart swelling. “It’s not always going to be easy. There will be jealousy, insecurity, fear. But we have to promise each other, right here and now, that we’ll always talk about it. No more bottling things up, no more assumptions. If something’s bothering us, we bring it to the table.”
Marco nodded. “You’re right. I’m just afraid of losing this, of losing you both.”
“You won’t,” Wick said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m in this, for the long haul. With both of you. ”
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at these two incredible men, their hearts laid bare before me.
We spent the next hour laughing, crying—okay, that was mostly me—and laying out the foundation for our unconventional relationship. Because if we were truly going to make this work, we needed clear lines.
And I was pretty pleased with where we landed.
One-on-one sexy time? Fair game as long as we’re open about it. No secrets, no sneaking around.
Group playtime? Abso-fucking-lutely. And often. The decision was unanimous.
Dates, check-ins, and carving out quality time for each dyad within our triad were all deemed essential. As was being open and honest with our families about our relationship. No more hiding, no more half-truths.
By the time we finished our pow-wow, the sexual tension between the three of us was as thick as molasses. Wick’s heated gaze met mine, then flicked over to Marco. A silent question passed between them, and then suddenly they were both on me, hands roaming, mouths claiming.
After we stumbled into the bedroom, Wick tore his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I drank in the sight of his chiseled chest and abs, my fingers itching to trace every dip and ridge. He smirked and pulled me against him, his hardness pressing insistently against my stomach. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled, nipping at my earlobe.
“Then do something about it.”
Wick’s eyes flashed with hunger and a thrill raced down my spine. He ripped my blouse open in one tug, sending buttons flying everywhere. Cool air kissed my overheated skin as the ruined garment fluttered to the floor.
“Hey, I liked that top.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
Marco stepped up behind me, the heat of his body enveloping me like a furnace. His hands smoothed over my shoulders before trailing down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He unclasped my bra with nimble fingers, letting it slide off to join my discarded blouse on the floor. “Beautiful,” he murmured reverently, his voice a low rumble against the back of my neck. His palms cupped my bare breasts, thumbs brushing over my already peaked nipples. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
I arched into his touch with a shameless whimper, my head falling back against his shoulder as he rolled and tugged at the sensitive buds. Wick’s mouth crashed against mine in a possessive kiss, his tongue thrusting past my parted lips. I moaned wantonly into him, my fingers burying in the thick strands of his hair to hold him close.
Marco’s lips blazed a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck as he continued to torture my breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh, alternating between feather-light caresses and rougher pinches that had me writhing. Wick broke our heated kiss with a growl. Then he gripped my hips and yanked my skirt and panties off.
I gasped sharply as the cool air of the bedroom hit my dripping center, my swollen pussy glistening with arousal. Wick’s eyes were nearly black with lust as he drank in the sight of my swollen pussy glistening with arousal. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.” He dragged the pads of his fingers through my slick lips. I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand .
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice cracking on the single, needy syllable.
Marco grabbed my waist, urging me backwards onto the bed. Wick followed, crawling over me with a predatory gleam in his eyes that made my neglected core clench with fresh need. He dipped his head to capture one straining nipple between his teeth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue over the stiff peak. I keened, my back arching off the mattress as exquisite pleasure-pain zinged through my nerves.
Marco settled between my splayed thighs, his hands pushing them even wider apart in a blatant display of possession. The first velvet swipe of his tongue against my aching clit had me crying out, my hips jerking up off the bed. Marco didn’t make me wait, licking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves with single-minded focus.
My world narrowed down to the two men I loved more than anything worshiping my body with devastating skill. Wick released my nipple and trailed biting kisses and scorching licks down the taut plane of my stomach. He wrenched Marco up by his hair, sealing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. “Mm, Meg, you taste so good on Marco’s tongue.”
Wick continued brutalizing Marco’s mouth while he thrust two fingers into my drenched channel without warning, curling them against that magic spot inside me as Marco joined Wick’s cause, massaging my throbbing clit.
The knot of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter with every stroke of their wicked hands. My cunt clenched greedily around Wick’s pumping digits, my back bowing as I teetered on the razor’s edge of sweet oblivion. Marco’s free hand snaked up to pinch and roll my neglected nipple, the delicious sensation shoving me over that edge with a hoarse scream.
My orgasm crashed over me in body-quaking waves of ecstasy. I thrashed beneath them, crying out their names as I came apart at the seams. Marco and Wick worked me through it, drawing out every last shattering tremor until I collapsed against the rumpled sheets in a spent heap.
Marco surged up my body with a wicked grin, capturing my lips in a kiss that had me moaning at the taste of myself on his tongue. Wick watched us with hooded eyes, his hand stroking the thick, flushed length of his cock. “Marco,” he growled. “Do you remember what you told me after Emmett’s bachelor party?”
I blinked up at them in a dazed stupor. I had no fucking clue what he was talking about, but I wished he’d stop talking and just do something, anything, to ease the fresh ache already blooming between my thighs.
Marco pulled back from my lips with a dark chuckle. “Oh, I remember.”
“Tell her,” Wick demanded. He climbed off the bed, standing in the middle of the room with his long, thick cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls. My mouth watered at the sight of the flushed, leaking head as he slowly stroked himself from root to tip, his palm gliding over the velvet steel.
My hips bucked against Marco’s hard body in a mindless plea, my cunt clenching with renewed need. God, I wished I could push fast-forward on whatever deliciously filthy game they were playing.
“Well,” Marco drawled. “I think our little cucciolo here wants to watch me fuck you. Hard and deep, just the way he likes it. Isn’t that right, Wick? ”
Wick’s eyes gleamed with feral hunger as he nodded. My body was still thrumming and over sensitized from my last mind-numbing release. But I was ready and willing for more, always more of them.
Marco seized my hips in a bruising hold as he placed the blunt head of his cock at my slick, swollen entrance. He pushed forward with excruciating slowness, splitting me open as he buried himself to the hilt inside my greedy channel.
When he was fully seated, Marco glanced over at Wick with dark, molten eyes. “What do you want, puppy?” he purred, the endearment spilling from his lips as more of a taunt than anything. “You want to watch me fuck your girl nice and hard while you stroke that big cock of yours?”
Wick’s hand tightened around the base of his shaft. “Fuck her hard for me, Marco. Make her scream my name while I watch you split her open.”
Marco’s answering leer was positively wolfish, all sharp edges and blatant carnality. He pulled out almost all the way, the thick crown of his cock catching on my fluttering lips before he slammed back inside me with punishing force. I cried out, gripping his taut, muscled shoulders as I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him deeper.
“Is this what you wanted, gattina?” Marco punctuated each word with a powerful thrust that shoved me up the bed. “To be fucked hard and raw while Wick watches? While he strokes his cock, wishing it was buried inside your tight little pussy?”
“Yes!” I sobbed, “God, yes, Marco! Fuck me hard, just like that!”
Wick’s fevered gaze raked over us, his hand moving faster on his rigid length as he drank in the sight of Marco’s cock driving in and out of my clinging sheath.
“Look at him,” Marco ordered, his voice strained with exertion. “Look how badly he wants you, baby.”
I turned my head with a whimper, locking eyes with Wick. A tremor of pure lust ripped through me at the ravenous desire raging in those hazel depths. He was stroking himself in time with Marco’s brutal thrusts, his chest heaving and abdominal muscles clenching as he fought for control.
“Touch yourself,” Wick commanded, his free hand fisting in the sheets as he drank in the sight of me getting thoroughly fucked into the mattress. “Make yourself come all over Marco’s cock while I watch, baby. Let me see how much you love getting stuffed full of dick.”
A fresh gush of arousal flooded my core at his dominating tone, that delicious mix of praise and filth dropping from his lips. I slipped a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies and circled my clit with trembling fingers, gasping at the sharp jolt of blissful friction.
Marco shifted his angle, the next thrust nailing my g-spot with merciless precision. The spiral of pleasure in my core tightened with every stroke, my cunt fluttering and clenching around his thick length. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Be a good girl and come for us.”
Wick groaned, his fist flying over his flushed cock with jerky, frantic strokes. “Fuck, I can’t...I’m gonna come, Meghan. Gonna fucking come all over you while Marco fucks that perfect pussy.” He took a few steps closer, and the sight of him losing control, his cock pulsing and erupting in thick, pearly ropes across my chest, was my undoing. I came with a shriek, my walls clamping down on Marco’s length as pleasure burst through my veins in searing waves.
Marco followed me over the edge with a guttural curse, his hips snapping forward as he emptied himself inside me in hot, pulsing spurts. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of me and buried his face in the sweat-dampened crook of my neck with a low, satisfied groan.
The room was filled with the sounds of our labored breaths and the occasional aftershock moan. Marco rolled to the side, slipping out of me with a wince. Wick crawled into bed on my other side and gathered me close. I hummed contentedly, basking in the warmth of being cocooned between my men.
“Holy fuck,” I managed.
Wick chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple. “You can say that again.”
“Holy fuck.”
Marco laughed against my racing pulse point. “Your jokes are horrible.”
“Shut up. You love me.”
I swear I stopped breathing when I realized what I’d said.
After what felt like an eternity, Marco spoke. “I do,” he whispered. “I love you, gattina.” Then he looked at Wick. “And I love you, cucciolo.”
And if I were the Grinch, my heart would have grown three sizes when Wick swallowed and met Marco’s gaze. “I love you too, idiot.”
Marco grinned, his eyes suspiciously shiny. “Wow, such romance.”
Wick rolled his eyes but pulled Marco in for a searing kiss over my shoulder. I watched them, my chest so full it ached. When they parted, I reached up to cup both their faces. “My boys. My beautiful, amazing boys. I am so in love with you both, it’s insane.”
“Well, we are pretty irresistible,” Marco quipped, but his voice wavered with emotion. Wick just held me tighter and buried his face in my hair. His lips moved against my skin as he whispered his love into my very cells.
We stayed tangled together, trading soft kisses and gentle caresses as we floated in the afterglow.