Chapter 10 #2
"No, it isn't," he said after, his forehead resting against mine. "It isn't a problem at all.”
"Thank you," I whispered.
The moment hung between us, tender and significant, before Mila's voice called from upstairs asking for help with her zipper.
Liam pressed one more kiss to my forehead before heading up to help her, and I stood in his entryway, my heart so full I thought it might overflow.
I couldn't sleep.
I'd been tossing and turning in my bed for over an hour, my mind racing with thoughts of the day, the kids, the men who'd somehow become the centre of my universe. Finally, I gave up, threw back the covers, and padded downstairs in my sleep shorts and tank top.
The house was dark except for a soft glow coming from the living room. I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, wondering if I should just go back up, but curiosity won out.
When I rounded the corner, I found Julian and Ronan sitting on the couch, each with a glass of amber liquid in hand. They looked up as I entered, and something in the air shifted immediately.
"Can't sleep?" Julian asked, his voice low and warm.
"No," I admitted, suddenly very aware of how little I was wearing. "What are you two still doing up?"
"Same problem," Ronan said, gesturing to the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. "Want some? Might help."
I should have said no. Should have made an excuse and gone back upstairs. Instead, I found myself walking toward them, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.
"Sure," I said softly.
Julian poured me a glass while Ronan shifted over, making room for me between them on the couch. The moment I sat down, I was hyperaware of their proximity—Julian's thigh almost touching mine on one side, Ronan's arm stretched along the back of the couch behind me.
"Cheers," Julian said, handing me the glass.
I took a sip, the whiskey burning pleasantly down my throat. "What were you guys talking about?"
"You, actually," Ronan said, and my heart skipped.
"Me?"
"Mmm." Julian's eyes were dark in the dim light. "About how you've been with everyone else, but not us yet."
My breath caught. "I didn't realise you were keeping track."
"Hard not to," Ronan murmured. His fingers brushed against my shoulder, barely a touch, but it sent electricity through me. "We've been patient.”
"Very patient," Julian agreed. He set his glass down and turned toward me. "But sitting here with you right now, in the middle of the night, with everyone else asleep…"
"It's hard to keep being patient," Ronan finished.
I looked between them, my pulse racing. This was different from the others—more deliberate, more charged. The tension that had been building for weeks was finally reaching its breaking point. "The kids—"
"Are sound asleep," Julian said. "We checked before we came down."
"We'd hear them if they woke up," Ronan added. His hand moved from the couch to my shoulder, his thumb stroking my skin in slow circles. "We'd stop.”
"But until then..." Julian's hand landed on my knee, warm and solid.
I should have been nervous. This was new territory—both of them, at the same time, for the first time. But instead of nerves, I felt heat pooling low in my belly, desire making my skin hypersensitive to every small touch. More than that, I felt safe. Wanted. Cherished.
"Until then?" I whispered.
Julian leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft but insistent, tasting of whiskey and want. I melted into him, my hand coming up to his chest, feeling his heart racing under my palm—as fast as mine.
Then Ronan's lips were on my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there, and I gasped into Julian's mouth.
"Fuck," I breathed when Julian pulled back. "We're really doing this?”
"Only if you want to," Ronan said against my throat, his voice rough with restraint. "Say the word and we stop."
I turned my head and captured his mouth with mine, answering without words. His kiss was different from Julian's—more demanding, more intense, but no less careful. His hand slid into my hair, holding me to him while Julian's hands explored my body under my thin tank top.
"So fucking beautiful," Julian murmured, his fingers finding the hem of my shirt and sliding underneath. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long."
Ronan broke our kiss and helped Julian pull my tank top over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, and both men groaned at the sight of my bare breasts.
"Perfect," Ronan said, his hand cupping one while Julian's mouth closed over the other.
I arched into them, my head falling back as pleasure sparked through me. Julian's tongue circled my nipple while Ronan's fingers plucked and rolled the other one. The dual sensations were overwhelming in the best way, and I felt myself getting wetter with each passing second.
"We should move to the floor," Julian said, pulling back slightly. "More room.”
They helped me down onto the plush rug in front of the couch, and then they were both hovering over me, their hands everywhere at once. Ronan kissed me while Julian hooked his fingers into my shorts and panties, sliding them down my legs with reverent slowness.
"Spread your legs for us, baby," Julian said, his voice rough with desire.
I did, and both men groaned at the sight of me laid bare before them.
"So wet already," Ronan said, his fingers trailing up my inner thigh with maddening slowness. "You want this as much as we do."
"Yes," I gasped as his fingers found my clit, circling it with perfect pressure. "God, yes.”
Julian positioned himself between my legs, his breath hot against my pussy. "I need to taste you.”
The first stroke of his tongue made me cry out, and Ronan's hand immediately covered my mouth.
"Shh," he whispered against my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You have to be quiet, remember? Can't wake the kids."
I nodded, and he removed his hand, replacing it with his mouth in a deep kiss that swallowed my moans. Julian's tongue worked magic between my legs, licking and sucking while Ronan kissed me like he was trying to memorise the taste of me.
"She tastes incredible," Julian said, coming up for air, his chin glistening. "Ronan, you have to try this."
They switched positions smoothly, and then it was Ronan's mouth on me, his tongue pushing inside while Julian kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
"You're so responsive," Julian murmured, his hand on my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. "Every touch makes you shake."
"It's too much," I whimpered against his mouth. The pleasure was building too fast, too intense. "I'm going to—"
"Come for us," Ronan said, adding two fingers to his tongue, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside me. "Let us feel it."
I shattered, my orgasm crashing through me while I bit down on Julian's shoulder to keep from screaming. They worked me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I was boneless and panting.
"That's one," Julian said with a wicked grin. "We're not done with you yet.”
Ronan stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his pants while Julian did the same. My eyes widened at the sight of both of them naked and hard for me, and a fresh wave of arousal washed through me.
"How do you want us?" Ronan asked, stroking himself slowly.
"I don't know," I admitted, my voice still shaky from my orgasm. "I've never—two at once—“
"We'll take care of you," Julian promised. He lay down on his back and held out his hand. "Come here."
I straddled him, and he guided himself to my entrance. I sank down slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation of him filling me.
"Fuck, you feel good," Julian breathed, his hands on my hips, steadying me.
Ronan knelt beside us, and I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his cock. He groaned and thrust into my fist while I rode Julian, finding a rhythm that had all three of us panting.
"I want to be inside you too," Ronan said, his voice strained. "Can I?"
I looked at him, saw the question in his eyes—not just asking for permission, but making sure I truly wanted this. "Yes," I gasped. "Please."
Julian held still while Ronan positioned himself behind me. I felt him at my entrance, pressing in alongside Julian, and the stretch was intense but not painful. I breathed through it, trusting them completely.
"Breathe," Julian coached, his hands gentle on my hips. "Relax for us."
I did, and Ronan slid in deeper, both of them filling me completely. For a moment, we all just stayed still, adjusting to the sensation, connected in the most intimate way possible.
"Okay?" Ronan asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Yes," I whimpered. "Move. Please move."
They started slowly, finding a rhythm together—when one thrust in, the other pulled back.
The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt, pleasure building with every stroke.
But more than the physical sensation, it was the emotional connection—the way they watched me, touched me, cared for me—that made this feel like more than just sex.
"So fucking tight," Julian groaned.
"You're taking us so well."
"Made for this," Ronan added, his hand coming around to rub my clit. "Made for us.”
I couldn't hold back my moans anymore, and Julian pulled me down to kiss me, muffling the sounds. The pressure built and built until I was trembling, right on the edge of something massive.
"Come on, our cocks," Ronan commanded, his fingers working my clit faster. "Let us feel you squeeze us."
I came apart, my orgasm so intense I saw stars. Both men groaned as I clenched around them, and their thrusts became erratic.
"Fuck, I'm close," Julian gasped.
"Me too," Ronan said, his voice tight. "Where—"
"Inside," I managed, still riding the waves of my orgasm. "Both of you. I'm on birth control.”
That was all it took. Julian came first, his hips jerking as he filled me. The sensation triggered Ronan's orgasm, and he buried himself deep, groaning my name like a prayer.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, all three of us breathing hard. For a long moment, no one spoke. I felt cherished, satisfied, and completely overwhelmed by what had just happened.
"That was..." Julian started.
"Yeah," I agreed, not sure what else to say.
Ronan pressed a kiss to my shoulder, tender and sweet. "You okay?"
"More than okay," I said honestly, turning my head to look at him. "That was incredible."
"We should probably get cleaned up," Julian said reluctantly. "Before someone wakes up."
We helped each other up, finding our scattered clothes in the dim light. There was an awkwardness now that hadn't been there before, but it wasn't uncomfortable—just new. The intimacy of what we'd shared settling into something real.
"So," Ronan said as I pulled my tank top back on. "This happened."
"It did," I agreed, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.
Julian pulled me in for a soft kiss, his hand cupping my cheek. "Sleep well, Aria."
"You too," I whispered.
I snuck back upstairs, my body deliciously sore, my mind reeling. I'd just had both Julian and Ronan together, and it had been everything I didn't know I needed. Not just the physical pleasure, but the connection, the trust, the feeling of being completely seen and wanted.
As I climbed back into bed, I couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. But for now, I let myself drift off, satisfied and happy, with the taste of them still on my lips.