5. Callum
Callum
A slow smile spreads on my face. With every heartbeat, more pride leaks into my chest. It’s a stark contrast to how waking up without her between us felt. That broke my fucking heart. I know it hurt Graham too.
The two of us feel like we’ve finally found it. Macy. She’s the final piece of the puzzle.
“Um,” Elena says. Her jaw is still on the floor. “I don’t know what just happened.”
I’m also wondering why Macy walked out like that.
Did she think we were going to tell on her?
She told on herself. Not that we would’ve at all.
That wasn’t our plan. We just wanted to get her alone.
Talk to her. From what Graham and me dug up yesterday, she needs this job.
Granted, we plan to take over on paying her bills from here on out.
I only want her to keep her two jobs if she really loves them.
But now I’m guessing she doesn’t.
“Well,” Graham says. “We’ll show ourselves out. Thank you for your time, Miss Henson.”
She eyes him up in a way that I don’t like. And I’m not usually a jealous man. At least not with women.
“Wait, I can design what you’re needing. There’s no need to leave. We don’t need her.”
“We want Macy,” I state, my voice firm.
Elena’s face sours. “I don’t understand. She’s just an assistant. Not even a real designer. How did you hear about her again?”
The two of us look at each other. We don’t have time for her questions. It’s been more than twenty-four hours since I’ve been inside my girl. I’m dying.
When I first woke up and found out she was gone, I was angry.
But once Graham found out she wasn’t who she said she was, everything snapped together.
She didn’t run because she didn’t feel something for us Saturday night.
Macy ran because she was afraid to tell us the truth.
Maybe she thought it was just sex for us.
Sure, we had mind-blowing sex, but there was something else in that room.
It was a melding of souls. There’s no way she didn’t feel it. I refuse to believe that.
I don’t spare Elena a look as I leave her office. Graham ignores the questions she’s peppering us with and follows me out.
Elena screeches as the glass doors shut behind us, leaving us on the street. It’s a busy one, even for nine am. But it doesn’t take me long to find her in the crowd. She’s a few blocks away from us. Her pace is slow, like she’s upset.
“Do you think she’s okay?” I ask Graham, pointing her out.
“She looked tired in the office. Hollow, even.”
“I wonder if being apart has been as hard for her as it has been for us?”
“Let’s go find out.”
The two of us jog to catch up to her. It takes us no time at all.
“Macy.”
She looks up at me. Her light blue eyes are rimmed in red. Tears soaking into her skin.
“Are you two here to gloat?” Macy looks down.
Which hurts me more than I think is rational.
“Go ahead,” she continues. “Gloat. You caught me.”
Graham grabs her arm, spinning her around to him. He doesn’t give her a second to catch her breath before he’s kissing her. Putting a stop to her rant.
He pulls back, guiding her in my direction. Macy is dazed as I press my mouth to hers. I groan, the cavern in my chest settling. This is right where I should be.
Pulling back, I lean my forehead against hers. “We’re not here to gloat, Macy. We’re here for you.”
“Hmm? I’m not following.”
My boyfriend crowds her back. “We want you to be ours, Macy.”
“Yours? Your what? Mistress? Plaything?”
“Don’t ever think you’re anything like that to us,” I growl.
I’m pissed off she’d even think that.
“No, Macy. We want you to be our wife,” Graham continues.
Her eyes go wide, and she shudders.
“But we’ll settle for you being our girlfriend for now.”
“You’re fucking with me,” she says, her shoulders deflating. “Haha. Funny. Now, leave me alone.”
Macy tries to push past the two of us on the street. But we don’t let her.
“We tried the easy way,” I said. “Time for the hard way.”
I sweep her up into my arms. Macy squeals like a toddler, kicking her feet. People on the street stare, but no one comes to her aid. Graham opens the back door to the black car that’s been idling since we entered Macy’s job. Or ex-job.
I’m careful not to hurt her as I get her into the backseat. Not that she makes it easy. Graham slides in behind us, slamming the door shut.
“Take us to the penthouse, Marshall.”
Our driver pulls away from the curb silently and onto the street.
“This is kidnapping.”
She looks cute when she’s angry. There’s an adorable little wrinkle in her forehead. Graham presses the button to roll up the privacy screen. Marshall won’t say a word. We pay him for his silence, but he’s trying to help Macy feel more comfortable.
Macy’s got that scared bunny look again. She’s trying to hug the door like it’s her only lifeline. I’m tempted to pull her back in my lap and spank her ass. Why is she acting as if Saturday night never happened? She enjoyed it. I know she did.
“Hello?” She says, waving a hand in front of my face.
“Earth to whichever one you are.”
“You know who I am.”
Maybe she didn’t see our faces Saturday, but I bet her gut is telling her who is who.
“Callum.”
Her voice is bitter, like she hates that I’m right.
“What’s wrong, little one? Why do you think we wouldn’t want you?”
She turns her head towards the window. As if the slow-moving traffic is suddenly interesting.
“Nothing to say now, bunny?” Graham asks.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Are you going to talk to us or are we going to have to force it out of you?”
Macy’s eyes are hard as she looks at us. “How are you going to force it out of me?”
“We have our ways.”
“Whatever. I’m not in the mood for games. What do you want?”
“We told you already,” I sigh.
“Your listening skills are going to need some work.”
The glare she shoots at Graham could kill a lesser man. He hits her with a smile. She has no idea that her attitude is doing nothing but turning us both on.
“So you were serious?”
“Very.”
“You aren’t mad that I lied? Or that I’m a thief?”
“Why did you do those things?”
“It was supposed to be a big fuck you to Elena. She just refused to give me a raise, then I find out she’s a part of some super elite club.
I looked up how much the membership cost. It was more than what I asked for.
” She slumps. “I had to get another job just to survive. It’s not fair.
So I stole it and well, you know the rest.”
“We’re just grateful you walked into our club.”
“So you own the club?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did Calli pair me with you? Do you guys do this sort of thing a lot?”
“In the spirit of transparency, Callum and me have shared women before but never long-term. We’ve had a few flings while traveling or in school. But nothing serious. The only serious relationship we’ve ever had is each other.”
“And how long have you been together?”
“Three years.”
She turns back towards the window. Graham and I settle against the seat. Everything is out in the open now. It’s up to her how we proceed from here on out.
We spend ten minutes in silence. It’s so quiet I’m honestly surprised they don’t hear my heart pounding.
What will she choose? Deep down, I know she’ll pick us.
She felt it. I know she did. But there’s always that one seed of doubt.
What if she doesn’t? Can we go back to life before Macy? I don’t think we can.
Then, it’s simple. If she chooses to not have a relationship, I’ll just have to change her mind. I wonder how many orgasms it takes to make a girl fall in love with you. If I have to, I’ll find out. Like getting to the center of a tootsie pop.
The car comes to a stop. Horns honk all around us. Marshall’s voice comes crackling over the speaker.
“There’s an accident. Might take us some time. Would you like to walk?”
I’m about to say yes. It would be so much faster. But I stop when Macy puts her hand on my thigh.
“Say no.”
“Uh, okay?”
I do what she said, watching her fall to her knees on the floor. The limo gives her room to crawl over to me. My throat goes dry as she undoes my belt and works my cock free.
Graham groans. “You’re already hard.”
“I always am around you two.”
A bead of cum drips from the tip. I lose the ability to speak when Macy leans forward and licks it up. As if it’s her favorite treat and she can’t let any go to waste.
“So good.” Her glacier blue eyes flick to Graham. “You should try some with me.”
Oh fuck.
I’ve died and gone to a kinky paradise.
I can see the outline of Graham’s dick in his slacks. They’re tight, not hiding a thing. He slips down to the floor, scooting between my legs with Macy. Pushing my thighs further apart than comfortable, but I don’t care.
I’ll relish the burn. So long as their tongues are on my shaft.
Macy takes one side of my length, Graham the other. They bob up and down, licking me like they’re playing an accordion.
My balls ache with the craving to blow. All over their perfect faces. But I hold back. I still have one question. Tugging her head back, just a little, I pin her with a serious look. “Does this mean you’re ours?”
“I’m yours,” she breathes. “But I want you to know that I don’t share. You guys can share me, but I will not share you.”
“Wouldn’t dream of asking you to.”
Graham sucks my dick to the back of his throat just as I pull her up for a kiss. His tongue slips out to lick my balls. I pinch her arm as pleasure sparks through my nervous system. She smiles at me before dropping back down, the two of them taking turns slurping down my cock until I snap.
Coating their faces in my cum like I’m painting the next Mona Lisa. I don’t know if I get it just right, but I do know that we have a lifetime to make masterpieces, just like this one.
The End