20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Emily
“That feels so good,” Mac moaned as I held the shower head over his shoulders.
“Scrubbing the lake house off feels good,” I added. “Sometimes I forget how stressful they all are.”
“I get why Bardot is cranky all the time—”
“I can hear you,” Bash called from outside the shower.
“Good,” Mac said, grinning at me. “You need to get those fuckers out of your system.”
I tilted my head and Mac stroked my chin with his wet hand.
“Your parents are miserable people. Let’s forget about them and do whatever weird shit they’re going to make us do at the retreat. Maybe it’ll be mushrooms and we can have a therapy session—I know I need it after being around them for a day.”
“Imagine a lifetime,” Bash muttered.
“No.” Mac opened the shower door and pulled a freshly dried Bash against him. Bash protested softly, but melted into his arms. “I refuse to imagine a lifetime of that. You stood up to my parents and my life is so much better now. I will not sit back and let your families treat you horribly.”
“What can we do about it?” I asked, toweling myself off next to them.
“We can live our lives out loud and happy,” Mac said, nuzzling his face in Bash’s neck.
Bash hooked Mac’s chin and tilted his face up. “Then let’s start right now.” He put his hand on Mac’s lower back and steered him to the counter. Sliding his hand up to his shoulders, he bent Mac forward and palmed his wet ass with a loud pop.
I squealed softly, surprised by how fast he went from cuddly to domineering.
He turned and smirked. “You’re next.”
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
He shook his head and returned his attention to Mac, while I watched with my towel hanging on my hand. All thoughts of drying off forgotten.
“Are you ever going to leave us?” Bash asked.
Mac hesitated, clearly trying to be difficult and draw everything he could out of Bash. Even if it was an act, Bash ate it up.
“I said—” He smacked his ass again, leaving a large red handprint. “Are you ever going to leave us?”
“No,” Mac breathed. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
“How’s your hand?”
I held it up, showing him the nearlyhealed flesh. “Fine?”
“Good.” Bash grabbed my wrist and positioned me next to Mac, bending me over. My breasts hit the cool countertop, and I gasped, barely catching my breath before Bash’s hand collided with my damp skin.
I pressed my thighs together, but Bash grasped my legs and separated them, dipping his hand to my clit. I moaned, and he stopped.
“You don’t get any relief unless I give it to you.”
I resisted his hands and tried to press my thighs together again.
“Emily,” he growled.
I relaxed my legs and let them spread apart.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Are you ever going to leave Michael and me?”
I shook my head.
“Say it.”
“No.” I grasped the counter as his hand found my flesh again.
“I didn’t say you could stand up.”
I bit my lower lip as Mac gasped from an especially loud spank. Bash was always tougher with Mac, but there was no jealousy. I loved how he could explore all facets of his sexuality with us. He could be rough and firm with Mac and still a little rough, but in a softer way, with me.
And I had a front-row seat for all of it.
“You like this, don’t you, Emily?” Bash murmured, running his finger up my spine, from the top of my ass to my neck.
I shivered as heat pooled between my legs. I tried to hide my smile, but I couldn’t.
I enjoyed it so much.
Getting to see Bash in control, in his element, was enthralling. He was so grumpy around everyone else, but he could let go and get all of himself out when he was with the two of us.
Mac and I were the only ones who got to see all of Sebastian.
Screw our parents. Screw the media. Who were they to judge our relationship? My life wouldn’t be complete without both of my men. Is that what the world wanted? A perfect couple with one man and one woman, regardless if both of them felt like they were missing part of what made them whole? And if that meant one person didn’t have either of the people he loved, did anyone care?
I couldn’t believe that was truly what people wanted for my life.
“Why’d that lovely smile turn into a frown?” Bash asked, spinning me around.
“I was just thinking about the articles and how people think our relationship is wrong and then our own families…” I sighed. “It’s hard knowing the entire world is against us—”
“I have something else that’s hard—and it’ll help you forget all about the news or your parents or really anything else…Ouch!” Mac leaned over the counter, laughing as Bash smacked his ass.
“If you’re so certain your cock can do all that, grab our girl and carry her to our room.”
“Why? You getting too old to carry her?”
Bash smacked him again. Mac took it, grasping the counter with his strong fingers. His cock was harder with each blow from Bash. He wasn’t exaggerating. He was rock solid, and I knew from experience I wouldn’t think about anything else with him inside me.
I inhaled his fresh, soapy scent as he wrapped his arm around my waist. His shoulder brushed against my nipple as he kneeled down and I pressed my legs together, sneaking a look at Bash to see if he noticed.
He was too busy watching Mac to notice me finding a little relief from the pressure.
“I like watching you carry her.”
Mac’s face broke into a huge grin as he scooped me up. “And you’re getting too old to do it in the bathroom?”
I wrapped my arms around Mac’s neck and held on tight, knowing exactly where this was headed. As soon as he made the comment, he took off at a sprint out of the bathroom and down the hallway.
He kissed my forehead, laughing as Bash called out something we couldn’t hear.
“What was that? We’re so far ahead—”
Suddenly, Bash was right on us, his chest heaving as he got to the bed first and flipped the comforter back.
He took me from Mac’s arms, laying me down on the bed. The mattress sunk around us as he climbed next to me. He slipped his hands between my legs, his mouth ticking up on one side when he felt how wet I was from all the spanking.
He slid to my opening, and I met his eyes, nodding, before he pressed his finger inside me.
I moaned, reaching for him. Wanting more.
He grinned at me. “How’s that for old?” He tilted his head, challenging Mac.
“It’s unfair,” Mac said, crossing his arms over his wide, muscular chest. “I thought she was mine first.”
“Change of plans. Em’s coming on my cock and then your ass is mine while you fuck her.”
Mac nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched Bash finger me. “I can live with that.”
“Good. I’m going to claim this pretty little pussy—”
I squirmed and Bash kissed me, dipping his tongue in my mouth and opening me from everywhere.
“You’re going to take my cock like such a good girl, Emily.”
Fuck. I was already so close, all it would take is a whisper of his thumb on my clit and I’d be gone, but he could tell I was close and he wasn’t ready for that yet.
He drew his finger out and wasted approximately zero seconds positioning himself between my legs.
I pulled him tighter to me. His freshly showered skin was soft against me, a direct contrast to his warm, hard muscles. Mac could tease him all he wanted, but Bash was in the absolute prime of his life. They started working out together a few days a week and I was getting all the benefits of it as he lowered himself on top of me.
They had asked me if I wanted to join them in the gym, but I was happy to say no, and they didn’t push it. Gym couples awed and frightened me. If they wanted to be that duo, they could do that all on their own.
“Get over here, Savage.”
Mac scooted closer, melting at Bash’s every word. He brushed his knuckles across my nipples, and I moaned, arching my back toward his touch.
Bash kissed Mac as he sank his cock into me. I grasped his arms, tilting my hips to get him all the way in as fast as possible. I needed him like oxygen. He stretched me open, going so slowly I thought I would die before the entire length of him was mine.
Mac’s hand slid from my breast, down my belly, and I whimpered as he pressed against my clit. Bash’s thrusts slowed and a dazzling show of fireworks burst across my eyes as Mac sped up. Their alternating speeds pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as I dug my fingers into Bash’s arm.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his movements slowing to nothing as I pulsed around him.
Each pulse sent a fresh wave of pleasure through my limbs until I was glued to the bed, my body too relaxed to ever move again.
Bash had held back and hadn’t come. I moaned as he pulled his still-hard cock out of me, my legs aching to wrap around him and drag him back into me.
Mac licked his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring as he watched us. His eyes volleyed from Bash’s cock to me, and I put my arms out.
“I need you, Mac.”
He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as he groaned. “I need you, Pink.” He reached for Bash. “I’m all lubed and ready for you, Bash. Same time?”
Bash’s eyes widened, and he nodded, silenced by Mac’s request.
I shimmied down the bed near the edge. Mac flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and I settled my arms onto a stack of pillows. Mac massaged me, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks as the pillows muffled my moaning.
His cock pressed at my entrance as he leaned across my back, opening himself up for Bash. His fingers tensed, bruising my waist, as he held on, dipping into me as Bash dipped into him.
“Oh shit,” I breathed. “I hope you two are close—” The last word ended on a groan as Mac’s hand slid between my legs, Bash’s thrusts rocking all three of us in perfect harmony.
Mac and Bash groaned simultaneously, the chorus of their orgasms filling me like warm honey as every sound traveled through my fingertips.
And I shattered.
Every fear and every insecurity I had about our relationship—or at least what people thought about it—shattered along with me.
Anyone who thought Mac was just a plaything for Bash and I couldn’t be more wrong. He was our glue. Our catalyst. Our everything. We had co-existed for so many years before Mac came along, but once he was in our lives, he drew us together.
We were us .
Plain and Simple.
The next morning, the bed felt strange when I woke up. I had grown used to waking up sweaty and sandwiched between my guys, but I only had one leg draped over Bash and my back was cold.
Mac was gone.
I checked my phone and shook Bash awake. “Julie sent me a text about picking up some things for the retreat.”
Bash sat up, stretching and wiping the sleep from his eyes. “I slept so hard.” He yawned and reached for his phone. “I got the same text.”
“I bet he went to the arena—”
“Who?”
“Mac. He’s gone.”
Bash’s eyes widened. “Would he go alone?”
“He’s worried about his contract—”
“Let’s go.”
We had spent the night curled up, talking about our future and how excited we were to start our own family. A family that would differ vastly from the ones we had come from.
It had been refreshing and relieving to get everything out in the open and make a plan for exactly how we wouldn’t be like any of them.
But it had left me feeling raw.
Mac had to be feeling that, too.