58. Freddie
Freddie
I raise an eyebrow. Sloane’s got mischief all over her face, and I know I’ll be game for whatever she suggests.
“I was thinking, there are still a few things we haven’t tried.” She looks between us. “I would like to take you both at the same time. One in the front, one in the back.”
My eyes widen and my cock perks up instantly. Cole freezes next to me.
“Are you sure?” His words are low and raspy, though he is the epitome of restraint.
She nods.
“I’ve wanted to for ages. I just wanted to work up to it. And since the accident, I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I want. About what’s important. And that’s you both.” She swallows and I sense she’s building up to something.
“I love you,” she says, her voice catching. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t plan to. But here we are.”
Her eyes flick between us.
“People have always told me I’m their fantasy. I’ve always been someone’s one wild night.” A hollow laugh slips out. “But fantasies are fleeting. You get chased, consumed, and then left behind. No one wants to build a life with that woman they invited into a threesome.”
She clears her throat and I bite my tongue. I know she needs this moment, and I feel a rush of pride that she’s properly opening up to us.
“As we started spending more and more time together, I got freaked out. I didn’t want to be your fantasy, I wanted it to be real. And being real means you see the messy parts – the parts of me that aren’t shiny or fearless or fun.”
She swallows and I nod, hoping the expression on my face is conveying all the love I feel for her.
“I kept you at arm’s length, because if you only wanted the fantasy, I could cope. It’s been the blueprint for me for so long.” Her voice cracks. “But if you saw all of me – and decided it wasn’t enough? I don’t think I would’ve survived that.”
She blinks, and then gives us both a smile that fucking blinds me.
“But you’ve seen it all now. You already know me…
and you’re still here. So, I’m telling you this: I’m all in.
I want you both. This is it for me. I want to start the rest of our lives together right here, in the place where we met, and have a night of doing filthy things to each other underneath Cole’s flag painting. ”
She looks to us both and I clock the tear that slides down Cole’s cheek before he brushes it away. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose,” I say, before we all end up in tears.
Cole turns to me as Sloane laughs, the tension crumbling like a digestive in tea.
“Freddie, I know you did not just respond to my deeply heartfelt speech with a quote from Friday Night Lights .”
“Coach Taylor is a wise guy, what can I say?” I grin, and I know that I’ve taken the edge off for our girl. Cole rolls his eyes and sinks onto the bed.
“I love you so much.” He reaches out a hand for hers and interlaces their fingers.
“I didn’t expect to find this either. And I really didn’t expect that Freddie and I would…
well…” He reaches out and pulls me onto the bed next to him.
“This has been the wildest few months of my life. I could never have dreamed I would get so lucky.”
I guess it’s my turn.
“To us,” I say simply, raising my glass of bubbles. “And the fantastic future that awaits us.” We drink to that, to finding each other against the odds, and to Salt for bringing us all together.
“Ok, I think the emotional speeches section of the evening is now over,” she says, a sly smile on her face. “You are both wearing far too many clothes.” Sloane points at us both and I strip as fast as humanly possible, ending up in just my boxers.
Cole cocks his head as he takes a generous sip of champagne. “How do you want us?”
“I want to ride Freddie while you take my ass,” she replies, giving me an angelic smile as Cole practically chokes on his fizz.
Fuck me dead . Her words go straight to my groin. I feel myself twitch in anticipation.
“Fucking hell, princess,” I mutter, pulling her into my arms. She melts against my skin as my hands rove across her body. “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”
I pluck at the various straps criss-crossing her body. I adore her in lingerie, but it’s what’s underneath it that I want right now. She could dress herself in a bin bag and I’d still tear it off her to be able to touch her naked skin.
She laughs softly, then turns, revealing a big satin bow at the back that was hidden by her cascade of dark hair.
“You look like a birthday present,” Cole muses, gently tugging on the bow. The whole thing unravels and then slips down her body, snagging momentarily on her hips as she wriggles out of it. Then she’s laid bare before us, exactly how I like her.
“Come here.” She obeys, crawling over the bed towards me, looking like sin itself. Her skin shimmers in the soft lighting and I want to lick every spectacular inch of her.
She waits, anticipation all over her face, and I cup her neck and pull her towards me.
Our mouths crash together, all tongues and heat as we find each other.
All of the spoken and unspoken things between us are shared in that moment.
She whimpers into my mouth as I brush a thumb over one of her piercings.
Cole materialises behind her and trails a series of wet, open-mouth kisses up her neck.
We lock eyes and then he leans forward, catching my jaw in his hand as he pulls me in for a passionate kiss.
Sloane moans at the sight of us and Cole releases me, a satisfied smile on his face, before his hands slide over her shoulder and down to her perfect tits.
He cups them, offering them up to me as I close my lips around one of the rosy buds, my tongue flicking the metal in the way that always sends her wild.
“Fuck,” she groans, arching into my mouth as I worship her. “I need more.”
I swap to the other one, as Cole’s hand skims down her stomach and finds her sensitive flesh.
“Jesus, firecracker,” he breathes, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Your needy pussy is so ready for us. She’s soaked already, pretty boy.”
My cock strains at the pet name, and I smirk back at Cole. He brings his hand to my lips and I open, licking the taste of our girl off his fingertips with a moan.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, arching as Cole starts making circular motions over her clit. He moves his hand and then stops suddenly, eyes widening just a fraction.
“What do we have here?” He raises a brow at Sloane, who grins.
“What is it?” I say, unable to hold back.
“Our girl’s definitely ready for us. I think you should show Freddie your little gift while he makes you come.”
“Of course, sir,” she replies, and I don’t miss the way Cole swallows as she says it. She slides down onto the bed, lying on her back as her legs fall open. From here I can see her perfect pussy – and the hint of a jewel just below.
“Is that a plug?” I breathe, sinking down so I’m right up close to heaven’s gate.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she says, shifting slightly.
“What a good girl,” Cole says. “So prepared.”
She gives him a smile as I trace my fingertips over her soft stomach, marvelling at the goosebumps that trail in their wake.
“Freddie’s going to make you come, and then we’re going to take you together. Is that what you want?”
She nods.
“Words, Sloane,” he admonishes.
“Yes, it’s what I want,” she breathes.
“‘Red’ and ‘amber’ are your safe words if you want us to stop or slow down,” he reminds her.
“Yes, sir,” she replies, and his lips twitch.
He looks at me and gives me a nod. I need no further encouragement and bury my face in her pussy.
A string of breathy expletives fall from her mouth as I work her, my tongue stroking and thrusting into her cunt like it’s my life’s mission to make her come.
I lap at her, glancing up to watch her eyes roll back in her head, before sliding two fingers inside her.
Her back bows off the bed as I stroke that sensitive spot inside her, and I know she’s close from the way her inner walls flutter around my fingers.
She’s panting as I wind her higher and higher, and just as she’s about to break, I use my other hand to tap on the plug a few times.
She comes apart, exploding with a harsh cry as her pussy squeezes my fingers like a fist. I work her through it, for at least ten full seconds, before her body suddenly relaxes and she pushes my head away.
“Too sensitive,” she says, as she catches her breath.
I feel the mattress dip, and the heat of Cole’s body as he kneels behind me.
He lays a trail of kisses across my shoulders as I drop my head back.
He finds my mouth, pulling me back into his arms and kissing me.
I’ve never been held like this before, but I love how safe and cherished I feel, even as he devours me.
His hand snakes down to my boxers and strokes a warm, flat palm over me, then glances over at our girl, who’s now propped up on her elbows and watching us with interest.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she says, raising her eyebrows in appreciation.
But Cole merely smirks before he spins me around, then pushes me back so that I land on the mattress next to Sloane.
Her eyes flash as she looks sideways at me, then we both look up at Cole.
“Sloane, I want you to climb onto Freddie’s pretty cock and ride him. Then, when you’re both desperate for me, I’ll join you.”
Jesus Christ, the mouth on that boy.