Landon’s lips cover mine, but the emotional connection between Ren and myself is not severed. The lull of his thrusts fuels my kiss with Landon.
“You’re perfect, sexy, absolutely fucking perfect.”
I begin to contract around Ren’s cock, and the smirk from Landon is a turn on too. “Yep, we do this to you. Abs, don’t fucking forget it.”
Ren falls on top of me, kissing my forehead. “You’re everything we’ve wanted. Please stay with us tonight. We want to wake with you.”
Ren’s words are laced with a vulnerable emotion, tugging at my heart. “I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be.”
With both men’s arms around me, their link to one another, I fall asleep, safe in their arms.
My head is hazy, at best, with a crazy dream waking me. I smile, thinking of the memories, shooting up from the foreign bed I find myself in. Looking around, my two companions from last night are nowhere near me.
Do they just want a fast get away from this? Do I regret the ménage’ I enjoyed with both men? Fuck, no. They’ve been my desire for years, but desires never equate into dreams, at least for me.
Rolling from the middle of the bed, I almost fall out. The bathroom to their en-suite is open and no one is anywhere to be found. Well, if this isn’t an insult of what last night was, I don’t know what is.
All I need to do is get to the guest room and retrieve my phone. I won’t sneak off as if I regret this, because I don’t. I’ll act cordial, all while they left me to wake up on my own. I get it, this will more than demolish their friendship with my brother.
Shit! I have no car, at least not here. It’s a good thing I have the Uber app on my phone. After today, there’s no reason I’ll ever see them again. I live in New Mexico, and my brother—his big shindig was last year, with his wedding. I can act as if this hasn’t happened and when they come to visit Zander, I can avoid them. Yet, I’ll pleasure myself to this image with my vibrator, for years. So there’s that.
Tiptoeing from their room back to mine, I toss the few things I brought with me into my smaller suitcase. I’ll stop and brush my teeth somewhere else. Shit, I’m really desperate if I’m not performing my typical dental hygiene this morning. I have a thing about my bright white teeth.
The stairwell leads me to the empty living room, my hand is on the door handle. I pull the door back to see if my Uber driver is here first, then I will bid an awkward as fuck farewell to them. The second I open the door, the alarm begins to penetrate the entire house. Footsteps fast approach me from the stairs and another set from the front part of these men’s home.
Landon is on the steps, in a pair of jeans only, the v of his torso disappearing in his pants. Ren appears from the part of the downstairs I’ve not seen, but one guess, he’s been in his art studio with both pink and red paint on his fingers.
“Abigail Spencer.” The sharp tone from Landon is louder than the alarm, as I watch Ren amble over to the system, disabling it. I know I’m about to get in trouble. Landon never calls me Abigail. “Were you leaving after last night?”
I turn my head from them. They’re hurt. Maybe I misread all of this. “Abigail? We’re waiting?” This is Ren, and when he doesn’t call me Sweet Abigail, it’s obvious I’ve fucked up.
“Yes, okay, I’ll admit it.” I shut the door, blocking the cold breeze from outside. “I was going to leave, only after saying the most awkward of good-byes.”
Landon stays on the steps. “Why do you think we want you to say good-bye?”
“You left me to wake up on my own, and I thought this was your way to salvage your friendship with my brother.” I stand dumbfounded at their reaction to me leaving.
Ren is behind me, and he doesn’t move. Landon, however, is down the stairs and across the room in four long steps, in my space. “The only reason we’re upset is that you were leaving us, after a night we’ve dreamt about for years. I mean, if we don’t mean anything to you, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. But I sort of thought we all were on the same page.”
I wiggle out of their space, finding my way against the door, and fall down it, my head in my hands. “It’s just, I thought it was too good to be true. With it being Valentine's day—you’d let the wine, the flirting, and the memories cloud your decision.”
Ren finally moves closer to us, and he’s the first one in front of me, kneeling to my level. “I thought we were clear last night, our sweetest Abigail. We’ve wanted you with us for a long time. Did you not believe us?”
“I…um…” I stutter, partially not trusting what they’re sharing with me to be the truth. “I thought it was just talk.”
Landon’s behind him, and it’s his turn to kneel like Ren. “Abs, Ren and I are madly in love. And because we’re lucky, we have so much love to share. But it’s not like we were looking for just any female to complete us. We’ve only wanted you. Last night was not a ploy to get in your pants. Let me be clear, we’ve wanted in your pants for some time, I won’t lie. But last night, was the most honest and sincere we’ve been with you. We want you because we fell in love with you a long time ago, and you’ve never left our hearts.”
“You love me?” I ask.
“Fuck, you’re a stubborn woman, Abigail Spencer. We didn’t just merely fuck you last night—we made love to you, and if you have us, we’ll make love to you for the rest of our lives.” Ren’s words are sharp but sincere.
“But when I woke up, without you both, I just thought—”
Ren’s eyes flash back to Landon. “Yeah, this jackass was supposed to stay with you until you woke.” He winks at Landon and continues. “I was in my art studio, moving stuff around. Until we can add to this place, I wanted part of my studio, to be yours. I know you can work anywhere, and giving you a space of your own, was our way of expressing how much we want to build something—the three of us together.”
“Yeah, and honestly,” Landon begins, “I’d been gone for ten minutes. I wanted to start cooking your breakfast to get you nourished. But first, I was making plans. We know how much your best bitches mean to you, so we were going to take you to Denver, that way, we could still do what we did last night.” His wink has my heart ready to burst. “I was in my home office, making reservations for the three of us.”
I raise one eyebrow higher than the other. “You both have been busy this morning.” They nod. “Simply to show me how I could fit into your life?”
Landon, who is behind Ren, leans in and kisses Ren on the cheek. “By golly, baby, she’s finally getting it.”
Ren searches my eyes. “You now understand what you mean to us, our sweetest Abigail?”
I nod when Landon and Ren stand to bring me with them. “And you’d drive me to Denver, stay in the hotel waiting for me, so I can spend time with my best bitches?”
“Like this asshole,” Ren swings his gaze to Landon, “you’re part of our life, sweet Abigail.”
Landon chuckles, playfully slugging Ren. “See all the terms of endearments my man has for me.”