41. McKinley
“Who wants to go first?”
“Me.” Presley shoots up out of her seat like an overexcited kid. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten a tattoo; I’ve been itching to get a new one.”
Quinn, the tattoo artist, laughs and waves us into the room. “Come on, then.”
We’re led down the hall into one of the rooms. Colorful artwork hangs from the walls, some of them on sketch paper and others framed.
“Did you draw all of these?” I ask.
Quinn gestures for Chance and I to sit in the chairs against the wall. “Some of them are mine, but I like to collect original pieces from other tattoo artists when I travel for conventions.”
Presley whips off her sweatshirt and lays face-down on the padded table while Quinn preps her station. Chance picks up one of the albums on the end table and flips through various tattoos while we wait.
“So, I have to know...why the three circles?” Quinn asks. “I love hearing about the meaning behind everyone’s tattoo choices.”
I push up the sleeve on my forearm, and show her the bracelet. “I got these for us when we were in college.”
“Ah, that’s cute. You guys best friends?”
Chance glances up from the book. “No, we’re together.”
“Cool.”
Affection warms my heart. I’m so proud to see how far he’s come, and how comfortable he is in his skin now.
We lean in as Quinn sets the stencil between Presley’s shoulder blades. It’s so strange to see such a clean slate of skin on her back when her chest, neck, and arms are covered in ink.
After Presley okays it, the buzz of the tattoo gun fills the room. I watch as she closes her eyes and lies peacefully on the table without flinching. It’s like she enjoys the pain of the needle hitting her skin, as if it calms her. Every once in a while, she’ll open her eyes and smile up at me and Chance. The tattoo was her idea, and I love that she wants such an important piece of us on her body forever.
After about fifteen minutes of tattooing and constant wiping, Presley sits up and glances at her reflection in the mirror.
She grins. “I love it. Thank you.”
Quinn sanitizes her station before prepping it again, and I decide to go next. I’d like to consider myself a tough guy; I play professional ice hockey, after all. But none of the hits I’ve taken compare quite the same to the searing pain of the needle. I opted for the spot over my heart, and now I know why Presley winced when I chose it.
She holds my hand from the chair beside the table. “How are you doing, baby?”
My eyes remain squeezed shut as I clench her hand. “This fucking sucks.”
Chance chuckles. “You big baby.”
“If I could move, I’d flip you off.”
Quinn smiles. “You know, men have the worst pain tolerance. Women handle tattoos so much better.”
“See?” I shoot a glare at my boyfriend. “It’s not my fault. It’s science.”
Presley pats my hand. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll be over soon.”
Not soon enough.
Chance gets tattooed last, choosing the spot on the inside of his wrist for his, and by the end of the afternoon, all three of us are walking out to the parking lot with permanent ink linking us together forever.
Chance opens the passenger door for her, and she bounces onto the seat. Then he steps in front of me and swings open the back door before I can get to it.
“So chivalrous.” I lean in and press a kiss to his lips before hopping in the back of his SUV.
While Chance takes us home, my phone beeps with a text from my family’s group chat.
Mom
Stephen, invite Presley and Chance for dinner next week.
Willa
No fair! I want to meet them too.
Chelsea
Guess you shouldn’t have moved four-hundred miles away.
Willa
Fuck off, Chels. No one asked you.
Dad
Let me know what they like to drink so I can make sure the fridge is stocked.
Mom
I’m going to make grandma’s pesto chicken recipe.
Me
Sounds good. We’ll bring dessert.
Kathy
Ooo can you bring those macaroons you got from the bakery last time?
Willa
Let’s Zoom so we can all have dinner with you guys!
Erin
I second this. I won’t be able to see you guys until Christmas.
Mom
That’s a great idea.
I glance up from my phone and meet Chance’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Everyone’s excited about meeting you next week.”
Presley twists in her seat. “I can’t wait. Are you sure it’s okay if I bring the kids?”
“Please, my mother is dying for more grandkids.”
She laughs. “Hope she’s not expecting one from me anytime soon.”
“Are you kidding? She’s probably in the middle of crocheting our future child a blanket as we speak.”
Chance smirks. “How many kids do you guys want to have?”
I shrug. “I’ll have as many as you guys want. Definitely more than one though.”
Chance nods. “He or she needs at least one sibling.”
Presley chews on the inside of her cheek. “Why don’t we start with two, and see how we feel after that? I don’t think I could have six like your mother.”
“The woman’s a saint. I don’t know how she did it with all of us growing up.”
Chance grunts. “Especially with you.”
I flip him off and he grins.
“Oh!” Presley smacks Chance in the thigh. “Give me your phone for a sec. I almost forgot.”
Chance hands it to her, and I lean over her shoulder to see what she’s doing.
She swiped past the different apps until she spots the FreeMe icon. “Aha! It’s here. I knew it.”
I roll my eyes, knowing exactly where she’s going with this. “Doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people have the app.”
She holds up Chance’s phone in front of his face, letting facial recognition log him into the app, and then she clicks on his messages.
Sure enough, my username is at the top.
Oh, shit.
She gasps. “I was right! It’s him Oh, snap. In your face, McKinley. I’m right, and you’re wrong.”
I snatch the phone from her hand, and scroll through our messages to one another. “This was you? ScoringChance217 was you?”
Chance rolls to a stop at a red light, and his eyebrows pull together. “What is this all about?”
“I’m the guy you jerked off with on video chat a few months ago.”
Chance glances from the phone to me before turning to Presley. “How did you figure this out?”
She leans back against her seat. “I saw your username and knew it was your birthday, but Stephen didn’t believe me.”
I shake my head as I reread our exchange in the app. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it the moment he messaged me.”
“It was pretty obvious,” Chance says.
Presley beams. “I told you, we’re written in the stars. This just proves it. The universe was trying to get you two back together. Look how everything worked out.”
Chance links his fingers with Presley’s and presses a kiss to the back of her hand before placing it down on his thigh. He glances up at the mirror again, locking eyes with me. “You believe in fate now, Stephen?”
I smile. “I think I’m gonna have to.”
“I have an idea.”
“What’s that, pretty girl?”
Presley gives us both a devious smirk. “I want you guys to go in different rooms, and I want you to video chat on FreeMe as if you don’t know each other.”
Chance skims his lips over her neck as he slides his arms around her from behind. “And what will you do?”
Her eyes fall closed. “Whatever you tell me to.”
My dick twitches at the idea of role play, already straining against my pants to get started.
I love it when the kids are at their friends’ houses.
I bend down and lift Presley into my arms, snatching her away from Chance, and bolt toward the stairs. “Chance can take the spare bedroom.”
“What the fuck?” he calls after us.
Presley giggles in my arms. “You’re such a little shit.”
“I’m your little shit.” I stalk into her bedroom, and toss her onto the middle of the bed. We scramble to strip off our clothes, until she’s fully naked and I’m in my boxers.
I prop myself up against the headboard, and open the app. There’s already a message from Chance waiting for me.
ScoringChance217: Hey. Been a while since we talked.
Me: You ghosted me after our last video call.
ScoringChance217: Sorry about that.
ScoringChance217: Can I make it up to you?
Me: Depends on how you plan to do that.
A picture comes through, and Chance’s beautiful cock fills my screen when I click to enlarge it.
Me: It’s going to take more than just a picture...
A notification for a video chat pops up, and I tap to accept.
The room he’s in is dimly lit by the lamp on the nightstand. His camera is facing his lower body, his hand wrapped around his dick as he pumps himself in slow strokes.
Beside me, Presley slides her fingers over her clit, matching Chance’s speed as she rubs herself.
“Are you alone?” Chance’s deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“No. I’m here with my girlfriend.” I move the phone to show him what she’s doing to herself. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
Chance groans. “Not at all. Why don’t you taste her for me?”
I move to settle between her legs, and when I point the camera to give Chance a glimpse of her glistening pussy, she spreads open her lips with her fingers.
“Fuck,” Chance hisses. “So perfect.”
Presley takes the phone from me so I can have my hands free. I flatten my tongue and slide it over her in one slow sweep. “Mmm, she’s sweet too.”
The sounds of Presley’s moans fill the room, and I can hear Chance breathing heavy in the background. “Just like that,” he whispers. “Lick her nice and slow. Make her beg for it.”
I keep a steady pace, and soon her hips rock to match my rhythm. “Your tongue feels incredible, Stephen.”
“Look how much he enjoys it,” Chance says. “I bet his dick is rock hard, leaking at the tip like it’s weeping to be inside you.”
I grind my dick into the mattress, trying to relieve the building ache. “You should come here and have a taste of her. I don’t think she’d mind, would you, pretty girl?”
She arches her back and moans. “Please, Chance. Come here.”
All of the pretending goes out the window. Within seconds, I can feel Chance’s presence in the room.
His hands smooth over the backs of my legs, over the swell of my ass, and up along my spine until his fingers grip the back of my neck. He pulls me up, and I rise onto my knees as he slams his lips against mine. His tongue surges inside my mouth, swirling around to savor the taste of Presley.
He pulls back and points to the edge of the bed. “Come here, rebel. Hang your head off the side for me so I can feel those pretty lips wrap around my cock.”
Presley shifts until she’s lying horizontally across the bed with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide so I can continue to have my way with her.
I lean down and caress her face. “Chance is going to fuck your mouth while I fuck your pussy. I know how much our girl loves to be filled up by her men at the same time.”
“Please, hurry,” she whispers.
“So needy.” Chance clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’re such a greedy little slut for us. I can’t wait for you to drain us of every drop.”
I tear open a condom from the nightstand drawer, and roll it over my length before taking my spot between Presley’s thighs. I grip her ankles and hike up her knees to her chest, spreading her open wide.
Chance taps his crown against her lips. “Open for me, baby.”
At the same time Chance slides inside her mouth, I slide into her pussy. The both of us let out loud sighs of relief.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of Presley’s throat swelling around his cock, and it takes all of my restraint to keep my hips from drilling her against the mattress so I can come hard and fast.
“I love watching the way you take us, rebel.” Chance’s eyes are wild, his pupils dilated and making his irises appear even darker than usual. “You were made for us, you know that? This body was made for the both of us to enjoy. You belong to us.”
His chiseled abdomen flexes and ripples as he thrusts his hips. I absolutely love the dusting of dark hair leading from his navel to the base of his shaft, such a stark difference from the rest of his silky olive skin. He’s leaner than I am, and I’m obsessed by the defined cuts and striations in his muscles. I want to lick each and every one.
“You good over there, baby?” Chance arches an eyebrow at me.
I grin. “Just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you after.”
He hums as he gazes down at Presley, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “You love watching us together, don’t you, baby? You get off on seeing me fuck your boyfriend.”
Her pussy clenches, and I close my eyes in ecstasy. “Fuck, she gets so wet when you talk like that.”
“That’s because she’s such a needy girl.” He pushes himself all the way into her throat, and she gags before he pulls back. “She loves hearing me tell her filthy things because she knows how depraved it is, and that turns her on.”
Between the slippery, wet sounds of her arousal coating me as I pump in and out of her, and the slurping sounds she’s making around Chance’s cock, I’m ready to blow.
“You ready, pretty girl? I know you’re close. I can feel how swollen you’re getting. You’re squeezing my dick so tight.”
That tips Presley over the edge, and her body starts to shake as she moans around Chance’s cock. I’m right behind her, and grip her ankles with bruising force as I give her my release.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant. “Your pussy feels so good. You’re so wet. So perfect. I love you so much.”
White-hot heat explodes behind my eyes, and I lose all sense as I fuck her through my orgasm.
I’m completely spent by the time I finish, and can barely keep myself up on my knees. But I come down just in time to watch as Chance pulls himself from Presley’s mouth, and jerks himself off as his cum spills onto her chest.
I don’t have time to wonder why he didn’t let her swallow it down, because as soon as he’s finished, he tips his chin at me. “There you go, baby. Clean her off like a good boy, and then get on all fours so I can fuck you after.”
I drop down and run my tongue over Presley’s tits, lapping up every last drop of Chance’s warm cum.
Presley runs her fingers through my curls, humming her approval. “He is such a good boy. He listens so well. I wonder what else he’ll do.”
I rise up onto my knees, gripping onto Chance’s newly tattooed wrist and holding it up between us. “This is forever. We are forever. You don’t have to wonder what else I’ll do, because when it comes to the two of you? The answer will always be anything and everything . Whatever you want, whatever you need, consider it done, because I am yours and you are mine for all of eternity.”
Maybe we’re written in the stars.
Maybe we’re fated lovers.
Or maybe we’re just plain fucking lucky.
Either way, I’m exactly where I want to be.
With my boyfriend, and our girlfriend.