Chapter 20
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June
“I have your blazer,” I said, feeling dumb.
Lucas’s eyes roved over me, nodding at the very obvious statement. “I see that. You could’ve just brought it back to me on Monday, you know.”
“I know. I just… I wanted to give it to you myself.”
There was a momentary pause. The air between us felt thick with electricity, with all the possibilities of what could be and what should be and what I think we both wanted to be. His hand was still resting on the doorknob, his expression dark but unyielding.
“Well, thank you, I suppose,” he said.
I shrugged it off my shoulders and bunched it across one arm, then handed it over. As Lucas took it, our eyes locked. There was the slightest contact as his fingers brushed against my arm.
His throat bobbed. Not out of nervousness or awkwardness or anything that might’ve anchored the next few moments in practicality. I knew that look; he was trying hard to control himself. And thank God he failed.
He tossed the blazer to the side and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against his body as his other hand went to the back of my head. My arms immediately went around his neck, my own body pressing up against his as closely as our clothes would allow.
“I like it when you kiss me,” I said, my eyes closed so all I could do was feel. I could feel his body tense against mine, feel the low groan in his throat as our tongues found each other. I felt him pull me back with him until he could shut the door.
“No one kisses me like you do,” I said in the brief breaks between. And I meant it. Each of them offered up something different in the way they expressed their passion. I loved each one. I needed each one.
My hands slid down from around his neck to slide down his throat and chest, then further down until they could free his shirt from where it’d been tucked into his pants.
When they slipped underneath, Lucas made a sound that was almost wounded, a sharp exhale that might’ve been mistaken as pain if not for the way his body seemed to cave around my hands, searching for more of my touch.
“Yes, I love them. But I love you too. I love you so much it drives me crazy and I can’t think of a future without you in it,” I continued, moving my kisses from his mouth to his throat. I ran my tongue across his Adam’s apple and felt his hands suddenly dig into my sides.
His shirt fell to the floor, his jeans were next. My dress was an easy enough thing to discard without too much effort. We were a tangle of hands and lips and skin. There was Lucas and there was heat and there was more, more, more.
“I love you too,” he whispered into my hair. “I love you, June.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the nearest couch. He laid me down as gently as though I were something delicate, even though his touch was increasingly less gentle. My hands raked up his back and he hissed, biting down onto my shoulder.
Between my thighs, he began to grind himself against me, every rocking of his hips causing both of us to gasp.
I rolled my own hips up to meet his, and for a minute we were lost in the sensation, forehead to forehead, focusing on nothing but the carnal, almost juvenile pleasure we were wringing out of each other.
But Lucas, as always, was impatient, and after one final languid grind he began to lower himself down. I knew exactly where he was going and the promise of his talented tongue was almost enough to let him do it.
But there was a debt that was owed.
“Wait,” I said with a groan, forcing myself to put my hands to his chest and push him off of me. He reared back immediately, his hand still on my thigh as worry flooded his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
A mischievous smile played at my lips as I sat up and shoved him onto his back. “If I recall correctly, I owe you one.”
Realization dawned as fresh desire lit up his eyes. “I appreciate the creditworthiness.”
As he laid back and I adjusted myself on top of him, I took a second to just admire his body— the broad muscle of his chest and shoulders, the way his strong torso tapered down his waist, the Y-shaped juncture of his hip bones and light trail of hair on his lower stomach.
My mouth watered.
I started at his neck, working a much slower pace than anything we’d experienced so far, a trick I learned from Ronan.
I knew just how delicious it felt to be on the receiving end of someone who was determined to draw out your pleasure for as long as you could stand.
I took my time with him, kissing his chest and slowly traveling down his abs until I reached my goal.
The entire time, Lucas’s breathing deepened, an occasional moan escaping his mouth as his head lolled back. But when I reached his cock, his head snapped back like he wanted to see every second. I locked my eyes on his as I dragged my tongue across the underside of his dick, flattening my tongue.
He bit his lip against a groan.
My hands dug into his hips as I began to suck him off, enjoying watching him try not to squirm under my ministrations. Like Oren, he was more on the vocal side, though not quite as expressive. But he kept his eyes on mine the entire time, something that neither Oren nor Ronan prioritized.
My own hand moved between my legs as I moaned around him, and when Lucas saw what I was doing, it seemed to speed up the arrival of his climax. I felt him swell inside of my mouth, and he quickly eased me off.
“Not yet,” he gasped.
I leaned to kiss him, and while he did seem to balk a bit at his own taste, he kissed me back anyway.
“Wait for me,” he said, cupping my chin before quickly hurrying off. I knew where he was going. We hadn’t been the most careful our first time, and Lucas seemed to want to make up for any perceivable shortcomings.
When he came back wearing a condom, I reclined, my legs spreading for him. Looking like a man possessed, he stumbled to me, immediately going to his knees.
“No,” I pulled him up as he attempted to go down on me again. He almost whined, kissing my thigh. “I want you inside of me too.”
He looked torn, his hand caressing my hip. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said, leaning up to kiss him again. “I’ve never been more sure of anything else.”
He groaned, evidently unable to refuse. He adjusted us on the couch so that I’d be more comfortable, a cushion placed under my lower back.
He lowered his body over mine with a gentle kiss on my forehead, then my cheek, then my neck.
And this time, when we made love, it was different.
He was still wild and eager, still passionate.
But there was something else here too and I felt it pass between us like a secret language.
I grabbed onto him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back and ass as I struggled to catch my breath. In my ear, Lucas repeated himself over and over again, the words sounding like a chant or prayer.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…”
The slight elevation of this position meant that his pelvis rocked perfectly against mine so that my clit was being stimulated with every thrust. I was drowning in a different kind of pleasure.
My whole body tensed as that tight knot finally uncurled in my lower belly, the sheer sweet relief radiating out as I spasmed in his arms.
He came soon after, my name spilling from his lips on a moan. We just held each other, our bodies flushed and spent as we recovered. I spoke first.
“Well… this is a lovely couch of yours but I sure hope it wasn’t expensive.”
Lucas burst into laughter, the exhaustion in his voice lowering its natural pitch and adding a rasp that had me pulling him closer, tightening my body around his. He leaned his head against my chest. “It was worth it.”
I hummed, running my fingers down his back. “I want more of this, you know.”
“Me too,” he replied.
I bit my lip. “But I still want to try being with all three of you. It doesn’t mean I love or want you less. This should prove it.”
He was silent. But he didn’t jerk away from me or kick me out or anything to indicate that he was vehemently opposed to the idea.
“And there’s something else you should know. I had a threesome with Oren and Ronan and I liked it,” I said bluntly.
At that, he did raise his head and looked at me with surprise. “Is this your idea of pillow talk?”
“It’s my idea of being honest with you,” I shot back.
“So, this is what I want. I want to experience that with you, too. I want to date all three of you. I’ve said it before that I’ll respect your decision but I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings about what it is that I truly want.
I want you and I want them. I don’t want you to feel forced into anything, but if you want to be with me then this is the condition. ”
Lucas just looked at me for a while. I wished that I could read his mind. Eventually, he reached out and brushed a few wayward strands of hair off my face.
“I’ll try,” he said simply. “I’m not making any promises. But I’ll try, for you.”