“Quin.” It was me this time. “You need to go easy on us, or else the show’s over soon.”
“Shhh...” Oh. I saw what she was doing. She was in control, in a situation where, on the face of it, she didn’t have much. Now she was basically the puppet master, and King and I were her ever-willing marionettes.
She slowed her movements a little, but just as we thought we were out of the woods, she started to pick it up again. She repeated this over and over, keeping us dancing dangerously on the knife-edge of pleasure, pain, and release, for as long as she could.
If I thought I’d seen Nirvana earlier, now I’d passed that and moved on to a higher plane. I wasn’t just seeing stars, but the entire fucking Milky Way, while the slow build was absolutely torturous, but also absolutely the best feeling.
When we came, it was like every moment in my life before then had been leading to that point. It was as though I suddenly knew the reason I was alive. We free-fell together, for what seemed at the same time like an eternity, and a nanosecond, and when we landed, adrift in a raging sea of ecstasy, nothing would ever be the same again.
Chapter 20
Quincy
I woke up in a mess of sweaty, tangled bed sheets and heavy male limbs, possibly still high from the biggest, most epic orgasm of my entire life. I was sure my grin was visible from space, I was so euphoric.
I looked to my left at Rome as he slept. His long thick hair was fanned out across the pillow like a black halo. Quite the simile for a guy who was a confusing and alluring mix of darkness and light, with darkness dominating more often than not, but then, that was what made the light so very good.
When he shone that light on those he loved—namely, King and me—it was like prizing open a stubbornly closed oyster, and being rewarded with finding a dazzling, rare Tahitian black pearl inside. Being loved by Rome felt like being a chosen one.
I studied his features while I had the opportunity to without him observing me. He looked so at peace and relaxed, which were two things that could rarely be said about him while he was awake. Either way, though, he was fucking beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Taking in his thick dark lashes, chiseled and artfully stubbled jaw, and full, kissable lips, my heart lurched in my chest.
I turned my head to look to my right, where King slept equally soundly. I wasn’t surprised that they were both out cold. We’d poured our bodies, hearts and souls into each other the night before, and it had left us all drained, but in the best possible way.
I drank in King’s features—so different from Rome’s, but no less beautiful. His moniker suited him well, as he was positively regal, with his strong jaw, and perfectly balanced Roman nose.
If they’d been open, his bluest of blue eyes would have sparkled back at me, perfectly offset by his light eyelashes, and, right now, a lock of thick blond hair hanging sexily over his forehead. Asleep or awake, he exuded a comforting air of calm—except when he was losing his cool over me, of course, though hopefully that would never happen again.
The two men really were light and dark, the sexiest yin and yang on the planet, and I was the luckiest girl in the world to be blessed with loving and being loved by both of them. There was that swoop of the heart again. Jesus, I was in deep.
Two guys, so different, yet two sides of the same coin, two halves of one whole, and together, everything I’d ever wanted or needed in a lover and partner. Two people for whom my heart beat with equal strength, and whom I must have been crazy to think I could ever live without. Crazy. Deluded. In denial. I wasn’t sure which, but the fact was, I needed them, both of them, more than I wanted to admit I could ever need somebody, let alone two somebodies.
Yet, there I was, currently pinned down by the sleep-heavy limbs of these two larger-than-life, imposing guys who exuded masculine energy, and dominated every space they entered with their heady mix of testosterone and raw sexuality. They were a lot. Too much, some would say, yet I craved them like every lungful of oxygen I breathed. They fed my mind, body, and soul, and the truth was, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“Morning, baby.” King’s voice, and his arms reaching to hug me from behind as he kissed me gently on my neck, startled me from my reverie. I’d been leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen, deep in thought, and hadn’t heard him making his way across the hall toward me.
“Morning? You know it’s almost 1 p.m., right? The morning ship has long since sailed.”
“Pfft, semantics.” Rome had joined King, and was standing in front of me. He leaned forward and nuzzled into my neck. Instead of the gentle kiss I was expecting, he sucked down hard. No doubt hard enough to give me a hickey. Light and shade.
“So, I’ve been thinking...”
“Shit, that doesn’t sound good, does it Row?” Rome shook his head.
“We’ve been thinking too.” As though they’d coordinated the move, they each nudged their erections my way at the same time.
“Oh, it’s obvious what’s on your minds. So, is this how it’s going to be every day now? Hard-ons at dawn, clothing optional?” They were both as naked as the day they were born, sporting wood, and padding around as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Which, to them, it was.
“Well, dawn is never going to happen,” King chuckled.
“And clothing isn’t optional. Clothes are way overrated, and you’re overdressed for this party.” Rome’s wolfish smirk set my libido on fire.
I was wearing one of his distressed black denim shirts, and nothing else. It was more holes than fabric, and I hadn’t bothered to do the buttons up. I was hardly what would normally be classed as overdressed. King gently tugged the shirt off my shoulders, and I didn’t fight him.
“Sweet Jesus.” He muttered the words as he let the discarded garment fall to the floor.
“So, you’ve been thinking. What’s on your mind, love?” Rome placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, and gripped my shoulders, leaning back a little to look into my eyes. “Talk to us.”
“Well, I was thinking... I want every day to be like this. I mean, why shouldn’t I want that, and why shouldn’t I have it? You’re here, I’m here. I love you, and you love me. We’re adults, we’re free agents, apart from each other, of course. We’re consenting. We’re literally not hurting anyone. Why shouldn’t we do this?”
“We should.” Rome sucked at my neck again.
“We are.” King sucked equally hard at the other side, and prodded his dick harder into my back. I idly wondered when they’d get bored of branding me, though I didn’t necessarily want them to.
“I know. But last night, before we...”
“You mean before we fucked each other into oblivion?” Trust Rome to tell it like it was.
“Yeah, before that happened. I was, I don’t know, embarrassed or even ashamed to be in love with two guys at once. But now, I’m fucking ecstatic. And I don’t care who knows it.”
“You hear that, Row? She wasn’t sure, but then we dickmatized her, and now she’s totally down.” King laughed as he reached for my tits, squeezing them hard.