Chapter 40 Dane
DANE
If they walk out of here, I swear it will break my fucking heart.
And probably my dick.
I’m trying my hardest to school my expression, like it doesn’t matter either way. He has a right to be pissed at what I did. I acted on my needs and desires and didn’t care if we got caught by his father or anyone at the restaurant.
Hell, the paparazzi could have been outside the window. It was impulsive and fucking careless but I needed him. I needed to touch him. Have him at my mercy again.
As much as I feel their playful energy, I’m still terrified they’ll walk out and we’ll go back to square one or, even worse, everything will end.
“You’re never going to do that again.” Ethan leans into me, his face mere inches from mine.
I shake my head and agree.
My brain isn’t registering what I’m actually agreeing to, but it doesn’t matter because I’ll do anything to get him to stay this close to me.
There’s a long pause between us. Our lips are so close I can feel his breath on mine. Hannah is standing behind him and it’s the first time I feel like I can’t read her expression.
His hooded eyes flicker down to my mouth then back up to my eyes and I want to slam my lips against his, but I won’t and it’s taking everything in me to sit still.
I can’t take over. I can’t push him.
The words lap around in my head over and over. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath as if my body needs to suck in the tension lingering between us.
I can only imagine what I look like sitting in this chair. He yanked my pants down earlier, which are still around my ankles and my cock still erect between us. My hair is a mess and the only thing still protecting me from full exposure to them is my now wrinkled button down shirt.
As if he reads my thoughts, his fingers trail over my chest reaching for the buttons. I flinch, not only at the discovery that he’s undressing me but also knowing once this shirt comes off, they will see them. My tattoos.
The new permanent additions of their marks on my body.
I don’t know if I’m ready for that confession yet.
But it’s too late. He’s already finished unclasping all the buttons as Hannah walks around behind my chair, reaching over my chest pulling the shirt down my shoulders.
My heart pounds behind my ribcage from the knowledge they are staying here with me and not walking out but also because they are going to figure out how far gone I’ve been for them and I’m going to have to lay everything out, right here, right now.
Hannah’s hands freeze just as my shirt reaches my elbows and there’s a small gasp that both Ethan and I hear. Ethan glances up at her, then follows her line of sight at my shoulder, as she traces her fingers over her tattooed marks.
He squints, tilts his head then walks around to inspect the bite mark on the other side, resting just above my dandelion.
I lift my chin to meet his gaze and there’s so much behind his eyes. Confusion, need, sorrow. I can’t tell and it’s making me overthink everything.
Hannah steps in front me and I turn to look at her. She’s fucking beautiful. Her hair is knotted and messy, her dress is half hanging off her body, and I’ve dreamt of seeing her like this again.
“Are those ours?”
As unsure as I feel, I sit up proud and nod. “Yes,” I say, but as confident as I am, my voice still comes out raspy.
She shares a look with Ethan before her mouth turns into a tight line then a smile appears. I physically feel the relief as she sits on my lap. Her wet center glides against the back side of my cock and she rolls her hips, pressing her lips against mine.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, moaning into her mouth like I need it to breathe.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” I can’t help the words that fall out of my mouth as our tongues dance together in the same rhythm our hips are moving.
Ethan grips the back of my head, pulling me back. His gaze is something more certain now.
Need. Unrelenting, feral need.
I don’t know if it was him witnessing me and Hannah like that or the fact that he really likes his bite mark permanently inked on me, but I love that fucking look in his eye.
“When?”
Hannah is kissing down my chest, kneeling in front me of, as he interrogates me and it’s fucking distracting.
“When?” He pulls harder at the base of my skull.
“The last night in Paris before I came back to the hotel and you guys were gone.”
He huffs out an annoyed breath, like he already knew that answer but didn’t want to hear it.
Hannah wraps her lips around my cock, licking the tip like a lollipop before taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I squeeze my eyes shut as my jaw drops but I blink, yanking them back open to keep my eyes on him.
He’s struggling or maybe he’s mad; I have no fucking clue but the way Hannah is devouring me, I swear I won’t have a chance to figure it out before I’m coming down his girlfriends throat.
Before I can even realize, he pulls my head further back and slams his lips against mine. His tongue darts out into my mouth and it’s stronger and needier than the one Hannah just gave me.
“Oh, fuck,” my muffled words come out garbled and desperate.
He only kissed me once, that last night in Paris. It was on the couch after we played Battleship and I remember it distinctly because it felt like such a breakthrough. This feels the same but with more surety than before. More desire and meaning.
“Do you want us?” he asks, hovering over my mouth. “All of us?”
I don’t know if he means physically or emotionally but it doesn’t matter to me.
“I want everything.” It’s the easiest question I’ve ever had to answer.
Ethan grants me with a rare smile and it makes my stomach flutter to my chest. Slowly, he kneels down, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he lines himself up next to Hannah.
Oh shit.
She pops off my cock and he takes it in his mouth, using that magical no-gag reflex to his advantage and I can’t help but groan as my knuckles blanch white, gripping the wood on the armrest of my chair.
They both start licking and sucking, the sight un-fucking-believable as they take turns on each side of my cock. His hand reaches down between his legs as he unzips his pants and begins stroking himself.
His arm moves back and forth as he jerks himself and I’ve never been so jealous of a hand before.
“Let me,” I manage to say, my voice husky and on the edge.
He ignores me while he continues exploring the tight skin of my cock with his tongue. Both him and Hannah take turns like a planned expert game of ping pong.
Keeping my focus on his hand, I study the way he strokes himself using his fingers to massage the underside of his tip. I need him as close to the edge as I am.
“Please.” His eyes peer up to mine and I’m pleading with him. “Please, let me touch you.” At this point with anything.
He shakes his head, denying me, and his silent words slash through me.
“Stand up,” he demands, as he stands up himself.
I obey, pressing into my heels and Hannah’s body follows mine as she comes to her feet, bent over, her mouth still taking all of me. My legs feel weak with the fire that licks through my veins but I manage to get fully upright as Ethan steps behind Hannah.
He pulls her hips back to meet his. Her body makes a perfect ninety degree angle as he lines his up against her entrance.
Well, I never have to go back to Paris again because this Eiffel Tower just became my favorite.
Ethan pushes into her, his body pistons back and forth and I have a mind-blowing view of his cock shining with her arousal, and the desire on his wanton face, as he moves in and out of her soaked pussy.
“That’s it, baby, suck his cock,” Ethan says as I run my hand through her hair.
She glances up at me, her ocean eyes dark and wide as she licks and sucks with expert precision.
My eyes trail down her back, up Ethan’s tight abs and appraise his thick chest, sprinkled with the perfect amount of hair down the middle column.
Then my jaw slacks open as Hannah twists her tongue around my tip and I hunch forward. Ethan grabs the back of my neck, pulling me closer, pressing our foreheads together causing both of us to rut into Hannah even deeper.
My cock pierces the back of her throat. She gags around me but keeps it lodged tight in her mouth.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” I groan out.
Ethan’s eyes sear into mine, our gazes locked in a silent understanding of what this is. A start of something. Trust, need, desire. Everything. All of it.
Those goddamn sounds he always makes bellow out of him. They fall from his lips in waves as he moans, curses, groans, and grunts, pounding into Hannah with a force like he’s finally giving in to everything he needs.
It’s all-consuming and powerful. Her. Him.
The three of us. All mixed together just like it was that night in Paris and I fucking explode.
Ethan follows right behind me, grunting as he squeezes Hannah’s hip with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, the pain-pleasure combo is fucking addicting.
A sense of satisfaction mixed with indescribable relief blankets me as I fall back in my chair and take in the two of them that are just as satiated as I am.
The last couple months have been so different for me. I’ve gotten used to the day-to-day routine, and while I don’t hate it, I haven’t quite fallen in love with it either.
I’m happy that I get to spend more time with my friends but the part of me that was looking for stability and change still feels lonely.
Honestly, I’ve felt a void since the moment I realized they left that hotel room and it’s only partially been filled since I saw them again in my classroom.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Hannah is hardly finished signing the words when I spit out an urgent, “Yes.” Hoping she’s referring to me wanting everything. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” I say, honestly.
The look they pass to each other is palpable. The concern behind her bright blue eyes and the fear behind his dark ones say everything I don’t want to hear.
I stand, pulling my pants back on and begin to button my shirt. They haven’t said anything about what they want, but they made a decision to be here and I don’t think it was just for payback.
I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation but I’ve never gotten the chance to and I’m tired of waiting.
“I know this is risky…for all of us. I’m committed to the University to teach for the rest of the year.” I don’t mention how tarnished my reputation would be if I was caught dating, not just one student, but two. Not that I really give a shit, but that won’t help sell them on this idea.
“Hannah, I know how important it is that you finish this course and get your MBA.” I give her an honest look then turn to Ethan and say it like it is.
“I know you’re not ready. I was once where you are, but I had someone who helped me, accepted me, and I wish you’d let me, us,” I gesture between Hannah and me, “be those people for you.” He avoids my eye contact and looks at the wall next to us.
That’s fine—I expected that, but I’m not going to let him berate himself for something that he shouldn’t and pushing me away is just going to make things worse for all of us.
“It’s more complicated than that,” he says gruffly, still avoiding any direct eye contact.
“We don’t have to say anything to anyone. We can keep hanging out and having fun with no pressure. At the end of the school year, we decide if we want it to be something more.” I don’t say ‘or not’, because frankly that’s not an option for me.
“Sure. Like you won’t see anyone else,” Ethan states, with a snarky judgment in his tone and I’m offended.
How can he not feel how much I want him, want both of them?
I clench my jaw and step toward him. I’ve let him take charge, take control, and he almost choked me out in my own damn office, but I’m not going to let him think that this is some stupid fling for me.
I cup my hand around his collarbone, pushing him back against the same wall he pushed me against reliving a sense of deja vu.
“I chased after you, running to the airport, not even knowing where you were going, in hopes I could find you. I gave myself to you in Paris, in every fucking way, then tattooed your marks on my skin, and you think I’m interested in seeing someone else?
I’ve only ever wanted you and her since the moment we met in Paris.
I have no idea what else you need me to do to prove it to you. ”
I press my arm into him, pushing myself off and stepping back. I shake my head and turn around.
I should tell them to get out but I need some air, so I walk through my door without turning back around.
I hate that they don’t trust me. I hate the situation we're stuck in and I hate that my reputation is weighing on their decision when the only reason why I haven’t been serious with anyone is because no one could measure up to how Celeste made me feel.
No one has ever ignited me like she did, not until them.