27. Kellerman
Junior Year
“Would you stop eating my fries?” Presley slaps Stephen’s hand as he tries to sneak another. “Try it again and you’re coming back with less than five fingers next time.”
Stephen waggles his eyebrows. “Pretty girl is so feisty when she’s hungry.”
Presley scoots closer to me in the booth. “Protect my honor, Chance.”
I wrap my arm around her waist, relishing in the feel of her snuggled against me. “You can’t listen to him when he says he doesn’t want fries. Next time, we need to get two orders just for him.”
Stephen feigns offense. “Don’t body shame me. I’m a growing boy. Plus, sharing food is romantic.” He sticks one end of a fry in his mouth, and leans over the table. “Come on.”
Presley giggles as she bites off the other end, and Stephen lunges forward for a kiss.
The pizzeria is crowded, everyone fueling up before attending tonight’s big football game. I’d rather spend the night holed up in my room, just the three of us, but Presley begged us to come out being that her best friend’s boyfriend is playing. Since she comes to every one of our games, we figured it was only fair.
The three of us have been inseparable for the last few months, and I’ve been floating on a cloud. It’s surreal having found not one but two incredible people to share these feelings with.
Stephen keeps the conversation going, as usual, eyes wide and hands flying around him as he talks. Presley smiles across the table at him, entertaining his story about God knows what. Being part of their worlds gives me a sense of home that I’ve never felt. I feel safe. Cared for. Like I matter to someone— two someones.
I don’t know how I got so lucky. I don’t know how any of this happened. But I’m going to hold on as tight as I can and never let them go.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Stephen reaches into his backpack and pulls out two small wrapped packages. He slides them across the table to us with a sly grin. “I got you guys something.”
Presley tears at the wrapping paper, her excitement matching Stephen’s.
A present? Why? “What is this?” I can’t help but ask.
“It’s a gift.” Stephen nudges it toward me. “Open it and you’ll see.”
Presley opens a long rectangular box to reveal a silver necklace with three interlocking circles in the center.
Her eyes fill with tears as she blinks up to Stephen. “Three circles for the three of us.”
Stephen nods as he takes the necklace from her and fastens it around her neck. “Connected forever.”
Forever .
The word seems too unreal.
I unwrap my box, and open it to find the same three silver circles as Presley’s, but they’re in the middle of a black leather band instead of a dainty silver chain.
“I have one too.” Stephen pushes up his sleeve to show us.
“It’s beautiful,” Presley murmurs, clasping Stephen’s hand and leaning her head on my shoulder. “I love us.”
A lump forms in my throat. “Thank you,” is all I can push out without giving way to my emotions.
I’ve never had anything like this before, and I’m terrified to lose it.
I lost my mom, and I haven’t been able to trust anything in life since.
Until now.
“Can we always be like this?” Presley asks.
I tilt my head to look at her. “Like what?”
“The three of us, together. No matter what.”
Stephen takes a bite of pizza, nodding immediately. “Of course.”
I laugh. “You say it so easily.”
“What’s so difficult about it? We can work through anything that comes our way. We’re there for each other in good times and bad.” He shrugs and takes another bite of pizza. “It’s not hard to stay true to the people you love.”
My heart stalls out, and Presley sits up ramrod straight. “You just said love .”
Stephen’s freckled cheeks redden, but he lifts his chin with his ever-present confidence. “Yeah, I did.”
“You...love us?” she asks.
“I do.” His eyes lock with hers before flicking to mine. “Pres, you are the woman of my dreams, and Chance—you’re the man of mine.”
I don’t know anything about love. Never have, and assumed I never would. I didn’t have the best example of it growing up. But now...with these two incredible people in my life, it’s hard to believe that it doesn’t exist.
“I love you too, Stephen.” Presley leans over the table and presses a soft kiss to his lips. Then she turns to me. “And I love you, my grumpy man.”
They love me.
Not for who I’m pretending to be, but for who I truly am.
“I love you, Pres.” My voice sounds raw as I speak the three words I never thought I’d say to someone, to anyone.
I kiss Presley’s forehead, and then take Stephen’s hand into mine—on top of the table, for everyone to see. “I love you.”
Stephen grins like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.
The three of us are connected now.
Forever.
We’re quiet after we get back to the dorm.
I didn’t pay much attention to the football game. Couldn’t even tell you who won. I was too focused on the three words shared between us during dinner.
Something feels different between us. Heavier. More serious.
Real.
I’m not good with my words, so I need to express my feelings through actions. I walk Presley backward until her shoulders hit Stephen’s chest, sandwiching her between us.
I tip her chin and take her mouth, wasting no time in claiming her. Stephen lowers to his knees and pulls off her pants before coming back up and taking her shirt with him, until she stands between us completely naked.
She steps to the side, and runs her hands over her hips as she looks between us. “Stephen, kiss him.”
My dick jumps at her request. I’m always the one in charge, the one who calls the shots when we’re naked together.
Stephen obeys, not hesitating for a second before his lips are on mine. I open for him and our tongues tangle, stroking against the other while peeling each other’s clothes off until our hands can roam freely over every inch of hard muscles and smooth skin. I match the intensity rolling off of him, and lose myself completely in his kiss.
I glance at Presley and find her fingers playing between her legs while she watches. Her eyes lock with mine. “Get on your knees, Chance.”
I arch a brow as I lower myself at Stephen’s feet. “Feeling bold tonight, are we?”
She smirks as she lifts her leg and sets her foot on the mattress beside her, and spreads open her pussy with her fingers. “You’re going to see what a good boy you can be for me.”
The sight of her wet, glistening pussy has me ready to oblige her, and she knows it.
“I’m at your service, rebel.” I grasp Stephen’s cock in my palm, and suck on the tip. “This what you want?”
She lets out a small moan. “Yes.”
She can have the control. She can have it all. I’ll do anything this woman wants.
My eyes flick up to Stephen as I take him fully into my mouth, groaning around his length. My tongue trails over his veins, relishing in the feel of his thickness stretching my jaw.
His fingers brush back my hair from my forehead, and then curl into the thick of it at the top of my head. “ Such a good fucking boy.”
I work him with my mouth while Presley rubs her clit, praising us the entire time.
Then Stephen’s hips start to rock on their own, his movements fast and erratic. He’s close.
“Enough,” Presley says, and I let Stephen’s dick fall from my mouth with a pop. She glances up at him. “On your knees next to him.”
Stephen sinks down onto the carpet beside me. We wait in silence for our next order.
“Crawl to me—both of you. Come and have a taste of what’s yours.”
Each of us falls forward onto our hands, and we stalk over to our girl. We feast on her until her legs tremble, and we lap up her arousal when she comes.
Presley yanks us up by our hair, her pupils dilated and chest heaving with ragged breaths. She looks drunk on desire, and we’ve only just begun.
I cup her face and drag her lips to mine. “What’s next, baby? Tell us what’s on your mind.”
“Fuck him,” she whispers. “I want you to fuck Stephen while he fucks me.”
My eyes fly to Stephen, nerves and excitement swirling together.
It’s the one line we haven’t crossed yet, the last wall of mine left to come down.
He nods as his beautiful, crystal eyes hold mine. “I’m ready if you are.”
He said he’d wait for me.
He said he loves me.
He’s been patient, and I know it’s time.
“I’m ready.” I grip the back of his neck and crash my mouth against his, as my other arm snakes around Presley’s waist, pulling her into our kiss.
We’re a mess of tongues and lips and breath and hands, each of us taking what we need from the others.
And what I need right now is control.
My teeth scrape Presley’s bottom lip as I pull away. “Get on the bed and spread those pretty thighs for us.”
She lies down on her back while I gather the condoms and lube in the bedside table. Stephen gets on top of her, and for a moment I watch them together. The way he caresses her face is the same way he caresses mine. The way he looks into her eyes with such sincerity, it’s the same loving look he gives me. The way he kisses her is the same way he kisses me, with devotion and the promise of forever.
If Presley is the glue that brings us together, Stephen is the rock that remains solid and sure to keep us here.
I climb onto the bed behind him, and pepper kisses along his broad back while he rubs his cock over Presley’s slick pussy. “You ready for us, rebel?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip as she nods.
I bring my lips to Stephen’s ear, pressing my dick against him. “And you, baby? You ready for me?”
He turns his head and reaches for me, bringing my lips to his. “I’ve been ready for a long time. I’m glad you finally got on the same page.”
I chuckle. “I can’t wait to fuck that sass right out of you.”
I roll the condom on for him, and then he pushes himself inside Presley. My dick throbs at the sounds she makes while she’s getting fucked, and my hand shakes as roll on the condom and pour the lubricant over myself.
Tonight, it’s about more than sex. More than a primal, physical desire.
Tonight, it’s about love. A deep connection tethering the three of us for the rest of our lives.
Forever.
Is that even a possibility?
My mind can’t fathom such a surreal thought. But I know I’m all in, for however long this will last.
Pressing my crown against Stephen’s opening, time stands still. I work myself inside him, watching as he takes me. He lets out short, shallow breaths, bracing himself as he’s stretched open.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper. “Let me inside.”
Presley cradles his face and kisses him softly while I watch the way my cock disappears inside of him, slow inch by slow inch. I push against the resistance and then pull back out, only to push back in, deeper and deeper until his ass is filled with everything I’ve got.
My body shudders once I’m all the way in. “Fuck, baby. This feels too good.”
He’s squeezing me, his hole constricting so tight around me.
Stephen’s eyes are squeezed shut, and he rests his forehead against Presley’s. “This is incredible, filled with you while I’m filling her.”
I smooth my left hand over his hip while using my other hand to caress Presley’s leg, hiking it up around Stephen’s waist so I can feel her while I fuck him. “You two better hold onto each other.”
Stephen drags himself out of Presley, and when he plunges back inside, I rock into him. I match his pace, letting his body tell me what he needs. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths panting and ragged. Each of us chases our own ecstasy while bringing the other to theirs. Our eyes are closed, lost in the moment, lost in each other, letting our sense of touch guide us where we need to be.
Soon, Presley breaks apart, Stephen comes with her, and that’s when I lose my restraint. I fuck him hard, watching the look of pure euphoria on Presley’s face as she climaxes and listening to the sound of Stephen’s guttural groans.
When it’s finally my turn, I’m overcome with so much emotion, stinging the backs of my eyes. I drain myself inside of Stephen, and then the three of us collapse into a heap on the bed, a tangle of legs and arms.
And it’s in the sated silence with them that I know...
I am wholly and irrevocably changed forever.
Which means I am wholly and irrevocably fucked.
Only I can’t seem to worry about it right now.