Chapter 15 Blake
Chapter fifteen
Blake
Should I have been put off by Ethan changing dinner plans again? Probably, but this way I got to see his place and could leave if I felt uncomfortable. Not that I thought I would. Ethan and Malvor had fucked me silly so there was no weird pressure to preform or what if he made a move. Nothing.
I was excited when he'd texted that Malcolm would be there too, and he asked if it was okay. It so was. Not just because Malcolm was hot as fuck, but I wasn’t an idiot.
I'd been following Malvor for years. I knew his tattoos to a T.
Not just that, but I'd heard his voice in my ear, not singing vocals but actual voice.
Plus both went by Mal, duh. Not to mention the throat tattoo.
Okay, yes. It was true that he hid it with makeup during his performances but, he'd sent me pictures when we were IMing that had the tattoo. I had categorized it to memory.
I would play along until they told me. I understood why they kept me in the dark and could wait to be told when they were ready.
Fuck, life was good.
I walked up to the huge house in a swanky neighborhood and knocked. I had to have the wrong address, right? Was this where Ethan lived?
Moments later, Ethan opened up the door, still dressed as delicious as before with his sleeves rolled up, but his hair was a mess. He leaned in the doorway, looking me over. “I'm so glad you came, Rosebud. Sorry about changing plans.”
“I don't mind. As long as we're still getting Thai.” I narrowed my eyes.
“We are!” Ethan laughed. “It should be here soon.” He stood up and stepped back. “Come in.”
His house was just as nice on the inside as the out, but I didn't care about that. I was looking for Malcolm. “Where's your friend?” I asked.
“Why? Interested?” He smirked, taking my hand.
“I already know you can share,” I giggled. “Plus, he's pretty.”
Ethan's expression went soft. “He's very pretty. I don't typically share though.” His confession caught me off guard with how easy last night went.
“Mal is the exception?” I asked, intentionally using his nickname for both personas.
He grunted in agreement. “Very much so. He's the only person I've ever shared with but it's also rare.”
“Does that make me special?” The words were out of my mouth before I realized it and I instantly wished I hadn't said it, snapping my mouth shut. “I mean uh…” I trailed off.
I wanted to be swallowed by the earth.
“Yes.” Ethan said like it was simple, hand moving and cupping my cheek. “You are so special to us, Rosebud, you don't even realize. The both of you are. I know this is new but I'm in deep.”
A shudder ran through me and I licked my lips. “Ah, um…” I could practically hear my heartbeat. “You never told me where Malcolm was…”
Are you fucking kidding me!? He's confessing but I'm too awkward. Kill me now.
He chuckled again and kissed my forehead before stepping back. “He got a little unruly so he's in time out. Would you like to see?”
“Time out?” She raised a brow.
Ethan just grinned. “He'll join us when the food gets here. I'll uncuff him then.”
“I'm sorry, did you say cuff?” I asked with a gasp, blinking quickly.
“I did indeed. Don't worry, he's fine.”
“I wanna see.” My throat cleared. “If um, if that's okay?”
“Can we talk first?”
“Talk?” My anxiety immediately started swirling inside me. “About what?”
He took my hand again and pulled me over to the couch. “I don’t want you to think we're moving too fast or anything. I want this to be real,” our fingers laced together. “Malcolm is important to me.”
“More important than your other friend Mal?” I hummed, teasing softly.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Yes. Malcolm is my oldest friend and sometimes more.” He licked his lips. “I want you to be more, too, with us.”
“The three of us?” I asked, moving closer. “In a relationship?”
“Yes, in a relationship, the three of us.” He pulled me into his lap. “I know it's unconventional, but the night at the concert was amazing, Rosebud. Like things fell into place.”
“With Malvor?” My lashes fluttered.
“About that…”
“Are you going to spill his secrets?” I cupped his cheek.
He blinked slowly, his mouth going slack. “You know already.” It wasn’t a question.
“It's his secret to tell, but I'm not stupid.” I smiled at him warmly. “I like that you're together too, you guys seem to have a lot of history, so I hope there's room for me too.”
He huffed out a laugh and shook his head.
“It was so easy this whole time… Leave it to a super fan.” He muttered then continued louder; “Trust me. There is Rosebud. We both want you. You've set a fire in us we didn’t know we needed.” He cupped my face with both hands.
“Mal's secret has to be kept though. No one can know who he is.”
“I was trying to figure out how to make this work with us without telling Mal's secrets. The way I was doing it wasn’t working though and I hurt him in the process. I'll make it up to him.”
“Honesty is the best policy.” I grinned. “I'll keep his secret, Ethan. I swear.”
He snorted and kissed me. “So, you're in?”
“I want to try. I've never had multiple partners, but that night was amazing.” I blushed and my brain flooded with the memories. I leaned into his space, smiling softly. “I want this.”
“Good, because I don't think either of us would let you go.” He rumbled before kissing me hard, licking into my mouth, devouring me. I was glad we were sitting because my knees were weak in an instant.
My thighs clenched as we kissed and my arms looped around his neck, playing with the red curls at his nape.
“Do you want to see him?” He asked, breaking the kiss and pecking my lips.
“Yes.” I whispered, a little dizzy from the kiss. “I didn’t get to see him that night. He was beautiful in the coffee shop. I want to see more of him.”
He smirked and stood, picking me up with him. “You can look your fill from here on out.”
“I can get up on my own, don't lift me.” I panicked when he lifted me, my ex's words on how heavy I was entering my brain.
He raised a brow, keeping hold on me. “I got you, Rosebud.”
“But, I'm heavy.” I bit my lip. I knew I wasn't skinny and my ex had drilled my weight into my head. Ethan made it seem easy though.
“You're really not.” Ethan hummed, carrying me down the hall, his hands on my ass. “I'll have to drill those thoughts from your head later baby.”
“I'm not?” Blinking owlishly, I blushed deeper. “You're sure?” Drill them from my head? I shivered at all the ways he could mean.
“I'm sure.” He kissed me pushing open a door. The sight that met us had me gasping, my core coiling. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stay like that or if I wanted to be the one handcuffed to the bed.
“About fucking time, Ethan, let me out of– oh, hi flower.” Malcolm was handcuffed to the bed, his shirt off, sitting on top of the blankets.
“Easy, Mal.” Ethan chuckled, setting me down and going closer to the bed. “Have you calmed down?”
“You're such a fucking asshole, let me go.”
“You're hot.” I licked my lips, coming closer as well. His hair was disheveled and the closer I got, the more I could see the trail of hickeys.
Malcolm paused and looked over like he had forgotten I was here. “Oh. Hi, flower.”
“Hi.” I laughed softly and came closer. “You seem comfortable.”
“My arms kinda hurt.” Malcolm shrugged, rattling the cuffs.
“I heard you weren't behaving.” I ran my hand up his leg, fingers gentle.
“Just a misunderstanding.” He shivered, licking his lips.
“She's in.” Ethan kissed him softly before undoing Malcolm's hands which were around me in seconds, pulling me against him.
“In?”
“I am.” My lips covered his, my hand cupping his cheek timidly. “If you're sure I'm okay.”
“Oh, flower. More than okay.” Ethan kissed me, rolling us over so I was on my back. “We've never wanted for anything so much as we do for you.”
I flushed, my stomach doing flips of excitement. “Is that so?”
“It's true.” Ethan said, leaning over Mal to look at me. “You're special Rosebud.”
No one had ever told me that before and it made me swell with pride. These two gorgeous men wanted me.
“How should we celebrate?” Malcolm asked, kissing me softly.
“Celebrate?” I asked, chuckling softly. “Celebrate what?”
“Us.” He hummed easily.
“I think Rosebud should peg you.” Ethan rumbled.
“Ohh, I can't say no to a good pegging.” He teased, wagging his brows. “What do you say, flower?”
“You'd really let me?” I blinked. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in doing that to a man. My ex was so against it, I had given up asking.
“Of course. I want you to have all of me.”
“I don't have a toy or anything here.” I pulled my lip between my teeth. “I'm not saying no.”
“I do.” Ethan said, getting up and going to the closet. He rummaged around before coming back with a medium sized black and purple dildo and a pink harness.
“Why do you have this?” I squinted my eyes, watching him come closer.
“I have an array of toys all set to please you in every way.” He smirked, running his eyes over us.
“Every way, huh?” I asked, a coy smile dancing on my lips.
“Flower, it's practically the holy grail of sex toys. He has everything.” Malcolm chuckled, moving off me and wagging his brows before pushing his pants down, revealing his half hard, pierced cock.
My mouth went dry and my eyes went wide. I had felt his cock and knew about his piercings, seeing it though? It was a whole different ball game. “How did that fit inside me?”
He laughed, tossing his head back. “Very carefully, flower.” Mal leaned down to kiss me.
Ethan came over, holding out a hand for me. “Have you ever worn a strap on before?”
“Never.” I took his hand, sitting up. “Always wanted to try, but never had a partner interested.”
“Now you do.” Ethan rumbled low in his throat and pulled me off the bed and to my feet. “I'll put it on you.”
My face flushed and I nodded slowly. “This is really happening?”
“If you want it to, Rosebud.” Ethan said, gently squeezing my hand. “Nothing has to happen that you don't want.”