As Night Falls

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ISBN: 978-1-77130-714-7

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Editor: Karyn White

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AS NIGHT FALLS

Fantasies: Thr33

Avril Ashton

Chapter One

There is no name, no website, no building. You won’t find an

ad in the classified anywhere. No one knows who owns and operates
the business. All that exists is a phone number passed on in hushed,
reverent tones to those who need it. This isn’t an escort service. It’s
about fantasies, having them fulfilled. Customers pay to have their
every sexual fantasy realized. For one night only, no rules apply.
Between consenting adults, anything goes.

“I’m home!” Luca let the door slam shut behind him as he

stepped into his house. His hands were filled with roses, champagne,
and the box of gourmet chocolates he’d bought, but he managed to
drop his keys in the glass bowl on the little table next to the doorway.

“Alex?” His wife’s car was in her parking space, but the house

remained in darkness. He frowned then grinned. Maybe she had a
little something naughty planned for him. It was their tenth
anniversary after all.

He flipped the light switch, illuminating the hallway leading

out into the living room, and promptly stepped on something on the
floor that had him grabbing on to the wall to keep from falling. He
cursed and looked down. Alexis’s purse was on the floor open, its
contents spilling out. Keys, cellphone, and lipstick.

“Alex, you trying to break my neck?” His chuckle died a

violent death when he walked into the living room. “Alex!”

His wife was tied to a chair, hands behind her back, a black

cloth around her mouth muffling her screams.

“What the fuck is going on?” He stepped forward, and a gun

appeared as if out of nowhere, pressed to his forehead. Luca threw his
hands up, palms open, an automatic reaction as his stomach hit the
floor and his heart leapt into his throat. The bottle of bubbly crashed
onto the polished wood floors, shattering on impact, the roses and
chocolate joining in.

“Welcome home.” The man holding the gun wore a black ski

mask, but the eye holes showed a blue gaze as cold as an Alaskan
winter. “We’ve been waiting for you, Doctor Covington.”

“Who are you?” He should probably rein in his temper, but

when he got scared he had no control over that. “Take what you want
and leave. Please.” Luca looked over at Alexis. Her eyes were also
covered, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat. She wore his
favorite dress, the tight blue one that barely covered her ass. One of
her red heels remained on her feet, but he couldn’t see the other one.
“Alex, I’m so sorry.” He moved toward her, and the masked man
tssked.

“Ah. Ah.” He pointed to the empty chair positioned opposite

Alex. “Have a seat, doctor.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Luca was a proud man; he didn’t like

to beg, but this was Alexis, his wife, and he’d beg and more for her,
for her life. “We have money. Anything you want is yours, just please,
take it and leave.”

The man snorted.
“We haven’t seen your face.” Luca stared at the man, tried to

make him understand. “You can take what you want and just leave.
Please.”

Blue Eyes didn’t say a word, but he did grab Luca’s hand and

shove him down in the chair. Alex made a sound.

He’d have been there earlier, but he’d gotten snarled in traffic

and then he’d stopped to buy the champagne and chocolates. He
should have been there sooner. He couldn’t imagine how scared she
must have been. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

A length of rope appeared in the masked man’s hand as he

knelt, gun still pointed, unwavering, at Luca’s head. Luca held
himself still, body frozen as the man tied his hands behind his back
tight with the thick rope. All the while Luca kept his gaze on his wife.
Her skin was damp with sweat, her hair falling out of the ponytail

she’d piled on top of her head. Her nostrils flared as though she felt
Luca’s gaze on her.

This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go. Their tenth

anniversary. They should be drinking champagne. He should be
feeding her chocolate while peeling the red lace number she didn’t
know he knew she’d bought last week off her body. He should be
making love to his wife, showing her how much in love he still was,
how much he adored her. He should be doing a lot of things, and none
of them entailed being tied to a chair while a masked man terrorized
them.

When he was satisfied that Luca was well restrained, the man

got to his feet and stood between Luca and Alexis.

“There. Aren’t we all cozy and shit?” His eyes sparkled as he

looked from Alexis to Luca. “A little birdie told me it’s you crazy
kids’ anniversary, am I right?”

Luca glared at him, and Alexis simply whimpered. He hated

that, seeing his wife so helpless. Feeling useless himself. He should
be able to protect his wife, his home. He was in no position to do
either.

The man walked softly over to Alexis and pressed the gun to

her temple. She gasped.

“No!” Luca yanked on the ropes, body jerking forward. Of

course he was useless. “D-don’t.” His heart stuttered. “Please. Leave
her alone. Please.” Luca’s eyes burned as tears threatened. He didn’t
know what to say, what to do, to turn their captor’s attention from
Alexis to himself.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, kids.” The intruder didn’t

move the gun away.

Alexis trembled violently.
“I’m in charge. That means you answer when I ask a question,

and you follow orders when I give them, and make no mistake,” he
looked at Luca, “I will give orders.”

His voice was rough, like it’d been broken and hadn’t healed

right. He was taller than Luca by a few inches and definitely had more
girth. No fat, but muscle, compact, from what Luca gleaned from the
faded jeans splattered with different colored paint and the black
turtleneck. The tan, rubber-soled boots on his feet also had paint
splatters.

“I’ll ask one more time, is this your anniversary?” the man

asked.

Luca jerked his head. “Yes.”
“Yes, J.”
“What?” Luca blinked.
“Yes, J. As in the letter. The way you will address me from

here on.” The man’s mask moved slightly, giving Luca the impression
he might be smiling.

“Fuck you!” That shit wasn’t happening, no way in hell.
“Really?” The man’s eyes hardened more, if that was even

possible. He knelt next to Alexis. “Well,” he spoke softly to Alexis,
but Luca heard every word. “I don’t think the hubby really cares what
happens to you, pretty Alex.” He trailed the gun down Alexis’s
forehead to her jaw, and then across to her lips.

“No. No.” Luca shouted the words as he fought against the

ropes holding him tight. “I’m sorry.” Fuck. He had to go along with
the man, as otherwise Alex might pay the price, and Luca wasn’t
prepared to let that happen. He’d never be prepared for that. “I’ll do
it. I’ll call you anything you want.” His voice shook as the man used
the tip of the gun as some sort of macabre lipstick, tracing first
Alexis’s top lip, then the bottom.

The man didn’t appear to care, or maybe he’d stopped

listening to Luca. He continued moving the gun across Alexis’s lips.
Luca’s wrists ached, chafed where the ropes cut into his skin as he
kept yanking, tugging, hoping against hope that the man hadn’t
secured him too tightly. That hope disappeared mighty quick.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please, J.” His voice cracked. “Don’t

do this. I’ll do anything.” He choked up. “Alex. Alex. Please, baby.
I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”

The man tensed then looked over at Luca. “You need to learn

who’s in charge, doctor.”

“You, you’re in charge,” Luca said quickly.
“I know I am.” The mask shifted again, hinting at a smile. At

least Luca thought it was a smile. “You need to learn, and you will,
doctor.” The man grabbed the front of Alexis’s dress and pulled. The
thin material gave way with a soft tear, exposing Alexis’s breasts and
the small silver hoops in her nipples.

“No. No.” The screams tore from Luca’s throat. He saw red.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you touch her, you hear me? I’ll kill you.”

The man walked over to him and grasped his jaw. “Threats,

doctor?” He shook his head. “Always the quiet ones.” He pulled a
familiar looking scarf from his pocket and held it up.

Luca gasped. The aqua and teal hand-painted silk scarf had

been a gift to Alex, one he’d presented her with on their trip to France
three years before. Since then she’d used the scarf as a sort of signal
to him. A signal. Luca stared at the scarf, at the man holding it, his
tongue frozen. His brain was slow in catching up with what the scarf
meant.

The intruder didn’t speak, and the room was so silent, he

could’ve heard a pin drop. Luca couldn’t take his eyes from the scarf.
He blew out a breath, and the scarf moved, sort of waving in the wind,
and he blinked. He looked at Alexis where she sat, brown skin shiny
with sweat, bound and gagged, blindfolded, and his heart kicked into
overdrive.

He lowered his head slightly, gaze on the man in front of him,

and he saw it when the big man’s shoulders relaxed. Then he moved,
lightning fast, tying the scarf around Luca’s mouth, silencing his
voice.

“Now.” The man sounded pleased with himself. “I’m going to

go over there, doctor, and I’ll do whatever I want with the beautiful
Alexis, and you’ll watch me do it.” He pressed the gun under Luca’s
chin, lifting his head. “Won’t you?”

Luca glared at him and fisted his hands, daring him silently.

His stomach churned, and his palms grew sweaty. Hot anticipation
rolled cross his skin as he held his breath. And waited.

The man—J, he should start calling him that in his mind—

walked back to Alexis’s side and knelt. Luca tensed, fingers curling
into his palm.

“So beautiful.” J touched Alexis’s face then pulled off the

blindfold and the gag, and for a second there Luca thought the man’s
hand trembled. “Open for me, pretty Alex.” J rubbed two fingers
across Alex’s bottom lip, and when she parted her lips, he pushed
those fingers inside her mouth.

A sound burst from Luca’s throat as he watched Alexis suck

on the man’s fingers. The same fingers that were on the gun’s trigger
earlier. The same fingers that tied them up. Those fingers his wife
sucked on. She sucked them greedily, hungrily, and Luca found

himself hooked on the wet sounds and the low noises the man—J—
made. Echoes of pleasure.

He should look away. Except looking away didn’t do a damn

thing to mute the wet suction as Alexis bobbed on the two fingers
shoved down her throat.

“Good girl,” J whispered. “You like that, don’t you, pretty

Alexis? Sucking?”

Luca’s wife made a sound, a whimper that hit Luca in the gut.

He locked his jaw, fingernails biting into his palm. Alexis’s nipples
were hard, pointing at him, the piercings winking as she breathed in
and out.

J pulled his fingers out of her mouth, and Alexis made a

disappointed sound, chasing after those fingers. J chuckled. He pulled
something from his boots, something that gleamed when it caught the
light.

A knife.
Oh fuck. Luca’s stomach clenched, his every nerve ending

strung tight as he watched J press the tip of the blade to Alexis throat.
She froze, eyes wide and wild.

“Try not to move, pretty Alexis. Don’t want you to get hurt.

Yet.” He caressed her with the knife, dragging the edge—Luca wasn’t
sure if it was the sharp side or not—across her clavicle and down her
chest, over the swell of one breast then the other.

Alexis’s gaze lifted, clung to Luca’s. Even from the short

distance he could see the effect the knife play was having on her, the
way her nostrils flared and the pulse at her throat fluttered. His body
reacted to that, to the sight of his wife aroused. His scrubs didn’t hide
his erection, and he dropped his gaze to his lap then lifted. Alexis’s
attention was also on his crotch.

The knife slid across Alexis’s skin, across her smooth

abdomen. Luca watched as she pursed her lips, her stomach muscles
contracting. J moved lower and lower, past her navel, then stopped.
Her dress was in the way, but with a flick of his wrists the rest of the
material fell apart.

Alexis cried out. She was now bared from throat down. The

material of the dress remained around her body since she was sitting,
but her front was beautifully, wonderfully bare, and J took advantage,
gliding the knife over her shaved mound and down between her legs.

Luca didn’t realize he was panting as he watched, but as J

lifted Alexis’s left leg, opening her to their scrutiny, Luca’s breath
stuttered. God. Alexis’s pussy was on display. Wet, swollen, and
exposed. His wife was turned on, and Luca’s hips jerked. As he
watched, J pressed the flattened side of the knife against her dark
pussy lips. Alexis bit her lip and held Luca’s gaze.

“You’re so wet, pretty Alexis.” J used his middle and index

finger to pull her cunt lips apart, putting her puffy pink sex on display.
Her clit protruded, thick and hard. Luca swore he saw the nub throb. J
pressed the tip of the knife to her clit.

“Oh God.” His wife’s first words since this entire thing began.
“Look at her, doctor.” J put the knife on his thigh and used

both hands to hold and pull apart Alexis’s labia. Her tiny hole
contracted, and Luca’s cock throbbed. “Gorgeous, right?”

Luca nodded. His wife was gorgeous. Every inch of her.
“But that cunt needs to be filled, doesn’t it?” J didn’t wait for

an answer. He picked back up the knife and slid the handle into
Alexis.

She screamed. Luca might have screamed, too. He couldn’t be

sure. His body ached. Rough sounds left his throat as J fucked Alexis
with the knife handle, plunging it in and out with an expert hand.
Alexis’s hips jerked and rolled. She loved it. The blissed-out look on
her face didn’t hide a thing. Head thrown back, she fucked herself on
the knife handle, and Luca watched every movement from both her
and J with greedy eyes. His balls hurt, and he squirmed on the chair,
but he couldn’t tear his gaze from the sight of that knife disappearing
in and out of his wife.

“That’s it,” J murmured loud enough for Luca to hear. “Ride

it. Such a greedy slut, aren’t you?”

Alexis moaned. J pinched her nipple with one hand, pulling

and twisting, tugging the silver ring. She mewled, and Luca growled
low in his throat. He wanted out of those fucking restraints.

“Fuck yourself, Alexis. Good girl.” J didn’t let up thrusting

into her or pinching her tits. “You love it, the danger.” His voice was
fucking molasses, washing over Luca, trapping him in the slow
moving flow. “You love getting fucked by my knife while the good
doctor watches, don’t you?”

“Oh God. Yes.” Alexis rocked, tits bouncing, stomach muscles

contracting.

The sounds she made curled Luca’s toes and hugged his spine.

Those familiar sounds never failed to get him there, and now as he
watched her throw caution to the wind and ride the handle of that
knife, Luca was on the edge, orgasm in his periphery without even
touching himself. His wife did that to him every single time.

He loved her for it.
“Come for me, pretty Alexis.” J pressed a thumb over her clit.

“Come all over my knife.”

And she did, head thrown back, the muscles in her neck

standing out. Her body jerked. Luca groaned. He could imagine her
cunt muscles contracting wildly as she gushed out her climax. Sweat
glistened on her chest and between her breasts as she rode out her
orgasm. When her body stilled, J kissed her stomach and smoothed a
hand down her body.

Alexis panted.
“Shh. Shh.” J kissed her hip then pulled the knife out of her.

Luca blinked, and then J was in front of him, yanking away the gag
and shoving the knife handle into his mouth. Luca sucked on it, eyes
sliding closed. Alexis’s taste exploded on his tongue, her salt and
sweet and tart cream, and his balls exploded. He came with a jerk of
his hips, warmth soaking through his boxers.

J pulled the knife out and stepped back. His own erection

tented his jeans. He yanked his mask off and looked at Alexis then
Luca. His blue eyes were heated now, full lips curled into a small
smile. “Happy Anniversary.”

He was a stranger to Luca, not anyone he remembered ever

meeting. They probably would never move in the same circles, but
Luca didn’t care about that. He cared that his wife had given him what
he’d wanted. What they both wanted. The ultimate fantasy.

Chapter Two

Six Months Ago

“Tell me.”
Alexis grabbed a fistful of his head and nipped at his shoulder

as she plunged into him. The dildo hit his spot full on, and Luca cried
out. His wife didn’t let up, fucking him deep and hard the way he
liked as she alternated between kissing and licking his shoulder.

Luca gritted his teeth. He’d made the mistake of mentioning

he had a fantasy, and now Alexis refused to let it go. She thought
fucking it out of him might work, and as she slammed up against his
prostate once again, making his eyes water, Luca thought maybe she
just might get what she wanted.

“Tell me, Luca.” She stopped thrusting abruptly, and he

whined.

“Alex.” His cock dripped pre-cum onto the sheets below him,

and the piercings in her nipples grazed his back, adding another
different, but welcome sensation to the mix. He clenched around the
dildo with a groan.

His wife tugged on his earlobe. “I’m not going to move until

you tell me what you’ve been thinking about that has you so hungry
to be fucked.”

Fuck. He should have known he couldn’t hide anything from

her. The woman was a goddamn amateur sleuth. “It’s nothing big.” He
tried downplaying the images in his head, but that shit didn’t work.
His cock was rock hard and aching as the images played back. He
shouldn’t be so reluctant to share this with Alex. She was always up
for whatever he wanted to try. Hell, more often than not she suggested
many of their fantasies, but this one was different. This one included
certain things they’d never done, things he wasn’t sure Alex would
ever be comfortable with.

She sank her teeth into his shoulder. Luca bucked. The rough

material of the sheets against his sensitive cock was a revelation. He
sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, woman.”
“Tell me about that fantasy of yours, Luca.” She pushed into

him, slowly, torturously, and his ass grabbed at the dildo, clinging to

it. Luca groaned, fisting the sheets. “You’re not going to come until
you tell me everything.”

Fuck. He needed to come. “Someone breaks in.” The words

burst from him, and he braced himself for Alex’s reaction.

She stopped moving again. “Huh?”
Well, that was noncommittal. Luca expounded. “He breaks in

and ties you up, ties up both of us. He forces me to watch him torture
you.”

Alex yanked on his hair, turning his head until their gazes met.

Her brows were wrinkled, confusion mixing with the arousal in her
eyes. “Torture me how?”

“Knife play. He touches you all over with the knife, and I’m

helpless to stop it. You want me to save you, but you’re turned on by
his actions.” He stopped, waited for her to say something. His heart
pounded. Their life together was all about exploring their boundaries,
but always with each other.

“What else?”
Luca took a breath then let it out. “He uses the knife handle,

fucks you with it while I watch.”

Alex’s hips jerked, and the dildo slid deeper into his ass. Luca

moaned. She rolled her hips and yanked on his hair again.

“Go on.” Her voice was less than steady. Luca smiled. She

was getting into it, too. That was what he loved about his woman.
Alexis was always open to anything.

“He forces you to suck him until he comes, then makes us

share his cum.” Fuck, his muscles contracted as he saw the scenes
play out in his head. He rocked back on the cock in his ass, and Alexis
pushed into him, her fingers flexing on his hips.

Alexis pulled out almost out of the way then plunged in. Luca

cried out, pitching forward, face buried in the pillows. She pounded
into him, and he grunted, rolling his hips, fucking the mattress.

“More.” She spoke as though through gritted teeth. “Tell me

more.”

Heat crawled up his spine, making his balls ache and tingle.

“Alex.”

“More, Luca.” She slammed into him, over and over. He could

barely make his tongue work. The sensation was too much, the
pleasure a living thing crawling through his veins and setting him on
fire.

“He fucks me, too.” His voice trembled under the weight of

his arousal. “Makes me take him while you sit on my face. And we
can’t say no, because he has a gun.”

“But we don’t want to say no,” she whispered. He grunted his

agreement, and Alexis went crazy above him, nails biting into his
flesh, and she fucked him, nailing his spot.

“Oh fuck, Alex.” Luca clung to the mattress by his nails, ass in

the air as he arched for her.

“Yes. Shit. Come for me.”
Luca fucked the mattress, coming on the bedding. His wife

buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting hard as she cried out
through her climax. Her hips slowed, and then she pulled out. Luca
winched at the loss, but then she was there, in his arms, tongue
pushing into his mouth, kissing him all sloppy and wet and hungry.
He buried his fingers in her hair, holding her as he kissed her like she
liked, carnal and nasty and dirty.

“I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “Love you so

fucking much.”

She threw a leg over his, nails digging into his shoulder. “Love

you, too.”

After a breather he made love to her, taking her nice and slow,

never stopping until he got the call to go in to perform emergency
surgery. They didn’t talk about it, his fantasy, after that day, but it
remained in the back of Luca’s mind.

And in his wife’s mind, too, apparently.

****

Alexis stared at Luca, at the expression on his face. She waited

for his next move, for him to do something, carry on with the game or
call it off. He licked his lips, probably still tasting her cream. She’d
gone out of her way to make his fantasy reality. What Luca wanted,
she wanted. His eyes asked a question she’d have to wait to answer.
Right then she just wanted to make sure he got what the scarf meant
and that he was all in.

Luca tugged on the ropes. “Please, let me go.” He looked up at

J, or Jonah as he’d introduced himself when they’d met earlier. The
other man’s eyes sparkled with hunger, a sight Alexis was now
familiar with. She didn’t think Jonah realized his need was so
apparent, but his gaze blazed with a blue fire as he looked on as Luca
fought his bonds.

“I’m not done with you and the pretty Alexis yet, doctor.”

Jonah’s voice rumbled. “I’m gonna give you what you both want.” He
smiled, and Alexis swallowed a moan. The harshness of his features
was softened with that small smile. He played the bad guy really well,
this man she’d met only an hour before. She should be wary of him,
hesitant to trust her body and that of her husband to him. But she’d
looked into Jonah DiCarlo’s eyes. He needed this as much as Alexis
and Luca did.

Luca’s hesitation was clear, even as he played his part. She

knew he’d be that way, part of the reason she hadn’t given him a
heads-up when she signed them up for this risky game, her husband’s
fantasy. She’d do anything for Luca, anything, and though they
weren’t supposed to be looking for a third, she still found herself
sizing up Jonah DiCarlo. Vetting him.

She studied Jonah’s face. His dark hair was cut short, with

gray mixed in at the temples. The scruff on his jaw and chin was salt
and pepper as well, though still a bit more pepper than salt. His
shoulders were wide, definitely more so than Luca’s. Jonah looked
like he could bench press way more than Luca’s 210 pound frame. His
skin was tanned, and saliva pooled in Alexis’s mouth when he pulled
his sweater off and stood before them shirtless, only his jeans and
boots on. His chest had a smattering of dark hair that narrowed into a
trail disappearing under the waistband of his jeans. Luca licked his
lips. Alexis did as well. She’d picked their type, every fucking detail
perfect. Luca looked at her. She winked. He smiled, and her heart
pounded.

God. Twelve years together, ten as husband and wife, and she

fell more and more in love with him every day. She’d lucked out in
the mate department for sure.

“I think it’s time I showed you some attention, don’t you

think, doctor?” Jonah walked over to Luca, unbuckling his belt with
each step. Luca’s throat worked.

Alexis’s pussy pulsed, liquid heat gathering under her ass. She

liked this, watching her husband with someone else. Not just anyone
else, but a man they both chose, a man they both wanted. One who
wanted them in turn. Her mind drifted to past hurtful memories, and
she quickly shied away. This wasn’t the time or the place.

Jonah stood in front of Luca, his back to Alexis, and dropped

his jeans. Holy commando. His taut ass, paler than his torso, flexed.

He shifted, and his cock came in to view. Oh Jesus. Alexis squirmed
in the chair, fingers clenching and unclenching. Jonah’s cock was
thick and wickedly curved. The deep purple head was flared, slit
gaping as pre-cum beaded there then slid down the flared crown.
Thick blue veins crisscrossed the length of his shaft, nestled in a nest
of short curly black hair.

Luca moaned. Jonah gripped the base of his cock and guided it

to Luca’s mouth.

“Suck me.” He tapped Luca’s lips with his crown, smearing

pre-cum behind. Luca licked that up with a groan, and Jonah pushed
inside, sliding into Luca’s mouth.

Alexis trembling middle clenched. It was always a sight to

watch Luca. His need and hunger were potent in that moment,
whenever he succumbed to being with another man. He didn’t want
them to bring another third into their lives, but as she watched him
suck Jonah so hungrily, Alexis knew Luca needed what she couldn’t
provide. Hell, she needed the same.

Luca latched on to Jonah, sealing his lips over his cock head

and sucking. Jonah thrust deeper down his throat. Luca made gagging
sounds, eyes wild, but Jonah didn’t let up. He pushed in again, hand
fisted in Luca’s hair, forcing himself down Luca’s throat.

Luca moaned, hips jerking, as he allowed Jonah to use his

mouth. Jonah fucked him, every thrust sending Luca’s head snapping
back. Jonah’s ass went taut every time he slammed in to Luca. Alexis
groaned in frustration. With her hands still bound, she couldn’t do
anything but watch. She wanted to touch herself, pinch her nipples,
finger her clit, but she couldn’t, so she watched.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Jonah’s hips canted forward. Luca gagged, but

Jonah kept up his pace, fucking his mouth.

Luca loved it. Alexis saw it in his eyes. His cock remained

hard, flushed red, dripping liquid onto his upper thighs. His hips
rolled as he sucked on Jonah’s crown. Jonah let out a sound, a rough
unintelligent sound, and his hips jerked.

To Alexis it appeared that Jonah reached his climax. He tilted

Luca’s head back with a fistful of hair. Their gazes clashed, and Luca
came, a small amount of white cream falling onto his thighs and lower
belly.

Alexis’s hips rolled. Her pussy hurt, felt swollen and achy.

Even her nipples ached. She wanted to join in, be included, but she

also wanted to sit back and watch Luca try to deny he needed what
Jonah provided. It wasn’t about giving up control, or the particular
scene they were in. That was a fantasy. A one-off. What Luca needed,
what they both needed, was another man in their lives. One who was
there because he wanted them as much as they wanted him.

Her husband moaned around the cock in his mouth. Jonah

quirked his lips and pulled out. His eyes were soft, but he palmed
Luca’s nape with the same calloused fingers that had been touching
Alexis minutes before, and kissed him.

She couldn’t catch her breath watching the two men before

her. Their kiss was a lot like a battle, and she didn’t give two fucks
about who won. She didn’t want them to stop. She felt dizzy, off
balance, watching them. Jonah broke the kiss abruptly and strode over
to her. Her heart banged against her rib cage at the predatory
expression on his face. He fisted her hair, and she cried out, but his
mouth cut her off when he kissed her. She tasted Luca, tasted the
bittery-salt of Jonah’s cum, and liquid rushed out of her. Her body
went into overdrive, melting when Jonah slid a hand over her right
ankle, and then her thigh, before lifting her leg up and over his
shoulder. She was open, exposed for him as he slid his fingers over
and through her wet, puffy folds. He toyed with her clit and traced her
hole until she trembled uncontrollably.

He didn’t break the kiss, so she met him thrust for thrust,

mewling at the expert way he took her over. He was good. With his
hands, with his body, he was good, and she wondered if he’d consider
doing this again with her and Luca. Permanently.

Jonah broke the kiss. “Eyes on me, doctor.”
Alexis had the presence of mine to stifle a giggle. She was too

drugged on Jonah’s kisses and his touch, or else she would have told
him that Luca’s gaze wouldn’t be anywhere else but on them.

Jonah plunged a finger into Alexis. She arched and cried out.

His digits were thick, rough, and they rubbed her just right. She lifted
her lashes with no small effort and looked over at Luca. Her husband
stared at her, licking his lips. Alexis held Luca’s gaze as Jonah kissed
down her body. She moved when he moved, writhing under his
attentions. Luca’s hips lifted when hers did, and then Jonah was on his
knees, his face buried in Alexis’s pussy.

She watched Luca’s chest rise and fall. Jonah groaned a

painful sound as he ate her while finger-fucking her cunt. His tongue

was magic, stiff and rough, gliding over her clit and her folds, licking
up her juices. He was a man who loved pussy, loved going down on a
female. A woman could always tell when a man was eating her cunt
because he genuinely loved it as opposed to doing because he felt he
had to. Jonah DiCarlo loved eating pussy, and Alexis gave him all of
her. She rocked on his tongue when he pushed into her, his groans and
her moans mixing with Luca’s heavy breathing.

Just as she closed her eyes, Jonah’s fingers found her spot,

nudged it, and she was coming with a scream all over his face. He
shuddered between her legs, his body heat and intoxicating musk
hitting her nose as he rubbed his stubbled cheeks against her inner
thigh. She whimpered at the sensation. It was too much, but damn it,
she didn’t want him to move from where he was. She didn’t want him
to take away his touch and his heat and his presence. She looked over
at Luca helplessly. Her husband’s lips were parted, his cock still
angry-red and hard. His expression said he felt the way she felt,
confused and caught up in the moment. Caught up in them.

Still on his knees, Jonah licked her clean before he staggered

to his feet, stroking his cock with one hand.

“Juiciest pussy I’ve ever eaten, Alexis. Your taste—” He broke

off with a shake of his head, a strange, almost painful expression
crossing his face before disappearing. “Time for the main course.”

Chapter Three

Jonah DiCarlo looked from Luca Covington to his wife,

Alexis. He’d never seen a more in sync and responsive couple. His
chest ached for what he’d lost until he gave himself a quick pep talk.
This was a fantasy, a onetime deal, and soon he’d be gone. They’d go
back to being a couple completely in love, and he’d go back to
wanting to be a part of something as magical as what those two
people had.

He untied Alexis, refusing to meet her eyes as she flexed her

wrists. Luca Covington was a gorgeous man, matching his wife’s
beauty, and he sucked cock like a man starved for it. That had been
one of Johan’s stipulations coming into this scene. He’d wanted a
couple who loved cock, not one who played at it. Luca Covington
loved cock, and his wife was making sure he got it. There was a story
there, but that wasn’t Jonah’s place. His role was to give them a night
they wouldn’t soon forget. It would stay with him as well.

“Untie him,” he said to Alexis. He handed her the knife, and

she went over to Luca, quickly doing away with his restraints. The
pieces of rope hadn’t even hit the floor yet, but they were in each
other’s arms, kissing, Luca professing his love in quiet reverent tones.

That was what Jonah wanted, a couple in love and committed.

So why did his throat close up when he looked at them? Why did he
ache to be in the middle of that, their attentions focused on him? He
shook out of his heavy thoughts.

“Alexis, undress the doctor.” He turned away when Luca

dropped to his knees, Alexis’s shaking fingers at his waistband,
tugging down his scrubs.

Jonah retrieved the small basket of supplies Alexis had shown

him hidden behind the couch, condoms, lube, and toys should he feel
the need for them. He’d thought it would be no big deal. He’d use the
toy on the doctor while he took his wife, but the selfish streak Jonah
hadn’t quite gotten rid of wanted to feel them, wanted to be skin to
skin with Luca Covington and his wife. So he wouldn’t be using any
of the toys.

He turned back to them. Luca was on his back on the thick

burgundy carpet, Alexis on top of him. Jonah allowed himself a
moment to admire them together, Luca’s palms on Alexis’s ass, her
brown skin, like fiery cinnamon, a delicious and mouthwatering

contrast to green-eyed, dark-haired Luca’s paler skin. They fit so
beautifully together. A couple in love. Until he’d seen the way Luca
first looked at Alexis when he’d come through the door, Jonah hadn’t
allowed himself to want back what he’d lost more than five years ago.

Now, he did.
He cleared his throat. “Did I say you could do anything

besides get undressed?” He addressed them both with a raised
eyebrow, and they cast him sheepish expressions.

“Sorry.” Alexis ducked her head.
Jonah loved her voice, low and raspy. She was a strong

woman, in tune with who she was and what she liked. He admired the
hell out of her, and he’d only known her a few hours. “Get off him.”
He dropped beside Luca on the floor. The doctor’s naked cock lay
atop his stomach, the flared head slick, jerking under Jonah’s scrutiny.
“Your punishment,” he looked at Alexis, “is to watch us without
touching yourself.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He bent and licked his
way up Luca’s cock, balls to tip.

Luca grunted, hips lifting off the floor. Jonah sucked him

down with a smooth swallow, moaning as Luca’s pre-cum melted on
his tongue. The doctor grabbed the back of his head and pushed
Jonah’s face onto him, fucking his throat. Jonah couldn’t take his
mouth off him long enough to scold, and besides he actually liked
rough handling. He dished it out, had to be able to take it. He held his
mouth open, and Luca slid deep into him, smooth and sure, over and
over. Jonah took it, eyes closed, his own dick dripping translucent
liquid on their no doubt very expensive carpet.

Smooth hands slid down his back and over his ass. That damn

Alexis. She didn’t take orders well. If he had the time he’d spank her.
If he wanted to. He couldn’t deny he liked her hands on him, and
when she pressed small kisses in a wet trail down his spine, his entire
being shook. He released Luca’s cock with a wet plop and sank lower,
licking his balls, sucking each one into his mouth. The movement
arched his back, and Alexis licked his crack, a rough slide of her
tongue that had him sinking his nails into Luca’s thighs. The doctor
cursed, but his cock thickened even more.

Alexis’s fingers ghosted down his crack then disappeared.

Jonah curbed the urge to look over his shoulder. Instead he licked the
area behind Luca’s balls and circled his hole with his stiffened tongue.
Luca hissed and pulled his legs up, hugging his knees to his chest,

opening himself to Jonah. Jonah licked him with a smile that turned
into a pained grunt when Alexis breached his hole with two slick
fingers.

“Fuck.” His ass clenched. She kissed him again, right there

above his ass then twisted the fingers inside him. Jonah trembled.
“Shit.” Five years since he’d been penetrated. Ah Jesus. He forgot
Luca for a moment, throwing his head back as Alexis finger-fucked
him. She, too, knew her way around a man, and she found his spot
with steady fingers. Jonah’s eyes crossed. He squeezed her fingers,
and she moaned, the nails of her other hand painful on his shoulder,
but he welcomed it all.

Luca shifted, his cock hitting Jonah’s chin. He opened his eyes

and stared up at Luca. The doctor’s eyes were slitted, the color high
on his cheekbones, but he held Jonah’s stare, and Jonah didn’t want to
break that gaze. He couldn’t. He was lost in it. He bent, gaze still on
Luca, and licked him again, licked his hole. Luca’s lashes dropped
then lifted. His lips parted, his tongue poking out as he sank his teeth
into his bottom lip.

Alexis fucked him hard, adding another finger and more lube.

Jonah had wanted to take them both, but she had him open and now
all he wanted was to sit on Luca’s cock, take the doctor inside him.
Fuck. He wanted that, wanted to be filled. It wasn’t on the menu. He
was supposed to be the one calling the shots, the one taking them. It
would be changing the plans, but fuck.

He lifted his head, and when Luca looked down at him, Jonah

spoke. “I want you.” Fuck. His voice, the words, they shook. He
swallowed, but didn’t break eye contact. “I want to feel you inside me
while Alexis rides me.” He glanced over his shoulder and found
Alexis smiling.

She nodded. “Yes.” She removed her fingers from his needy

hole and pushed him forward. Jonah collapsed onto Luca’s chest.

The doctor grabbed his shoulder, holding him in place when

Jonah would have scrambled off. Luca held him. Their eyes caught,
and then they were kissing, Luca taking charge, taking him over.
Jonah melted into him, conscious of Alexis stretching him, lube and
fingers. He writhed on Luca, rubbing their cocks together.

Breath stuttered in his throat. Luca grabbed his ass cheeks and

pulled them apart, opening him for Alexis who had four mind-

numbing fingers inside him. Fuck. Jonah had never felt so full, so
stuffed, and he didn’t even have Luca inside him yet.

“Condom.”
He didn’t even know who spoke, the pleasure robbed him of

much of his senses, but he reared back, watching as Luca tugged on a
condom and lubed up. Jonah sat back on his haunches as Luca moved
to a sitting position. He held Jonah’s gaze, pulling on his cock.

“Come.”
Shit. Luca said it, and Jonah did. The tables were turned. Hell,

forget turned. The tables were scattered all over the place, upside
fucking down. He didn’t care. He straddled Luca, his back to the
doctor’s front and eased down. Alexis crawled toward him as he
lowered himself.

Luca speared him, his cock thick and pulsing, and burning like

a mother as he sank in and deep and… “Fuck.” Jonah grabbed his
cock, pulling on it as Luca bottomed out.

The hands on his hips, Luca’s hands, were tight, vise-like.

Jonah’s body liked it, liked everything, and he contracted.

“God.” Luca bucked up.
Alexis drew closer and kissed Jonah, kissed his neck, his

forehead, and then she took his mouth, nimble tongue flicking inside,
tasting him. He was on pleasure overload. Five years of no play and
now this. Jonah couldn’t make his mind work right. His body did all
the talking, and as Alexis put a condom on him then straddled him,
her tits brushing his chest, nipples pebble-hard, he hugged her close,
letting out a long drawn out sigh as she sank onto him.

Her cunt quivered around him, soft and wet and fucking

slippery. She squeezed him, and he speared up into her. In turn Luca
slammed up, sparking color behind Jonah’s eyelids and sending fire
shooting up and down his spine. Luca throbbed inside him, the thick
cock stuffing him full. Alexis spasmed around him, her pussy feeling
like tight silk. Jonah buried his hands in her hair and thrust up into
her. Luca’s breath heated his neck; his tongue swept over Jonah’s ear,
and he rolled his hips, fucking up into Jonah.

Grunts and moans filled the room. Sweat trickled down

Jonah’s spine and dripped into the crack of his ass. Alexis bounced on
him, fucking herself on him, and Luca nibbled his shoulder, an arm
around Jonah’s waist. They smelled like sex, and lust, hunger, too.
Jonah kept his eyes closed, an attempt to commit it all to memory.

Alexis’s breath teased his face, fanned over his cheek, and he opened
his eyes when she leaned closer, the piercings in her nipples scraping
his chest. Every sensation was new, different, every sensation unlike
anything he’d had before.

Luca’s cock in his ass grew harder, swelled slowly. Alexis

kissed him, lips soft, the kiss tender. Jonah kissed her back, letting his
beard scrape her face, as he pounded up into her. She broke the kiss,
soft mewls falling from her lips as he fucked himself deeper. Her cunt
clung to him, muscles squeezing, contracting. He loved it, and his
balls ached with the need to explode. Luca rolled his hips, his
movements becoming urgent and rough. Jonah alternated between
thrusting up into Alexis and rocking on Luca.

“Shit.” Luca’s curse was savage in Jonah’s ear. “You feel—”

Jonah contracted around him, and Luca’s words cut off. “Unngg.” The
sound was a growl, long and drawn out.

Been a while since he’d made anyone lose command of their

speech. That was a heady thing. Alexis leaned back, tits thrust
upward, and he bent, taking a nipple into his mouth, worrying it with
his teeth and pulling on the small ring there.

She contracted wildly around him, cream gushing. Jonah

moved to the other tit, biting down hard on the nipple.

“Oh God.” Alexis grabbed his shoulder, humping him faster,

cunt spasming. “Gonna come. Making me come.” Her squeal was
loud in the room as she came with a fresh gush of moisture, her walls
grabbing him tight.

Jonah grunted and slammed up into her. Her contractions

yanked him over the edge, and he came with a hoarse cry, pounding
up into her. His ass clenched and clenched, strangling Luca’s dick,
and the doctor bit down into his shoulder, hips jerking as heat teased
Jonah’s senses.

Luca’s cock throbbed inside him. Alexis’s cunt rippled, and his

spent cock jerked inside her. He grunted, and Alexis swallowed it.
Luca gripped his short hair, tipping his head back, and Alexis palmed
his throat, turning his head to the side as she broke the kiss. Luca took
his mouth, kissing him, expert tongue flicking over Jonah’s teeth and
gums. They held him steady, the couple now in control, and he gave it
all up, allowing them to use his mouth. Alexis leaned closer, kissing
him as Luca did him, all three swapping spit.

Something soft unfurled in the middle of Jonah’s chest,

startling him. He felt special. He shouldn’t, but fuck, he did. They
made him feel special, included. He hadn’t come to satisfy one
fantasy, but both. They were in control, those two, in control of him,
and he hadn’t even seen it.

“Thank you,” Alexis whispered against his cheek. “Thank

you.”

He wanted to turn it around, that gratitude, tell her it was he

who should be thanking them, but the words stuck in his throat. Five
years since he’d had that, two people to live and die for. Five years
since that couple betrayed him, and he lost everything for something
he had no part in. They’d broken his heart, taken his trust, and he
couldn’t afford to get involved with anyone else. This was a fantasy,
just a one night, onetime thing. He could walk away.

He should.
But Luca slid a hand over his chest, so gentle. Alexis scraped

her fingernails across his scalp. Jonah didn’t want to move from
between these two people. He didn’t want to get up, put back on his
clothes and go back to his empty apartment and cold bed.

He kissed Alexis’s nose then released her, pulled his hand

from her hair. She moved off carefully, and when she was off, Jonah
lifted off Luca. His knees ached. He was getting too old for the
acrobatics, but he welcomed that, too, as part of his experience. He
stood, trying to hide the wobble in his legs, and looked down at the
couple as they gazed up at him.

“Thank you for this.” He waved a hand at the room. “I-it’s

been amazing.”

Luca licked his lips, confusion in his eyes. Alexis hugged her

knees, biting her bottom lip. Jonah jerked a nod and after pulling up
his jeans, hurried to the half bath Alexis had pointed out to him
earlier. He locked the door behind him and got rid of the condom
before washing his hands and splashing water on his face. He refused
to meet his eyes in the mirror. He fixed his clothes then stepped out of
the bathroom.

Luca and Alexis were dressed. Well, Luca had pulled on the

scrub bottoms, and Alexis wore the top, her creamy legs on display.
Jonah looked away, swallowing, before he walked up to them, a hand
held out.

“It’s been a pleasure.” Luca took his hand, his hold firm.

“Thank you for trusting me.” Jonah looked at Alexis, at the lost
expression on her face. “Goodbye.” He walked away, counting the
steps away from them to the door. He heard every step, loud in his ear.
He turned back at the door, and they were there, standing hand in
hand, looking at him in silence.

Part of him wished they’d ask him to stay the rest of the night.

The other, louder, part of him shouted at him to get the fuck out. Now.

“Happy Anniversary.” He opened the door and stepped

outside, closing the door softly behind him. The cold November air
hit him in the face, and he turned up the collar on his jacket, pushed
his hands into his pocket, and walked to his truck with his head down.

It took him twenty-five minutes to drive from the Covingtons’

home in upscale Scarsdale, to his apartment. Inside, he dropped his
keys on the kitchen counter, threw off his jacket and toed off his
boots, and fell face down on his sofa bed. He inhaled, smelling them
on his skin. No way was he going to shower. He wanted to keep them
on his skin.

Jonah rolled over onto his back with a groan. He stared up at

the ceiling. He shouldn’t have let his sister Elayna talk him into doing
this damn fantasy thing. She’d gotten the number from her boss at the
art gallery she worked at in Manhattan and had signed Jonah up
without him ever knowing. She was a wonderful sister, and he’d been
lonely. So lonely that he’d sat for hours, talking to an automated
female voice, telling her all his fantasies, what he liked and wanted.

Press one if you’re interested in a couple. Press two for single.
Would you like a same sex couple? Please say yes or press

one, or say no or press two.

Are you interested in using protection? Please press four if

yes, or five if no.

He hadn’t thought he’d ever get the chance to experience it,

and he’d been stunned when he’d gotten the automated call. A couple
had chosen his profile as the one they wanted for a fantasy. Press one
if he wanted to accept. He’d hesitated after reading their fantasy,
questioning whether or not he’d be able to deliver on what the couple
wanted. They’d wanted a specific scenario, one he’d never attempted,
but he’d done it, pressed one on his phone with a trembling finger.
Pretending to be a home intruder who seduces a married couple
sounded easy enough. He’d done his share of role playing. Nothing as

intense as what the Covingtons wanted, though. His appearance did
help matters a bit, but he was thankful they weren’t into that violence
or the BDSM lifestyle fully. Alexis had wanted to make that clear in
the short time they’d spent alone before Luca came home. What
they’d done turned him one for sure, but he didn’t like his sex coupled
with any kind of pain, and he’d never been one to control or crave
being controlled. He’d simply signed up for one night of something
new with a couple that intrigued him long before he’d met them face
to face.

He’d been relegated to this, to signing up for fantasies instead

of having what he’d wanted, instead of what he’d had. He’d had a
relationship, been taken in by a couple who wanted a third. He’d been
too happy to be included into their lives to see the mistakes until they
all crashed in on him.

He’d spent four years with them, loved them equally, and

they’d been using him. The light dawned when he came home to find
the house they’d shared cleaned out, everything gone, and as he stood
in the middle of what used to be their bedroom, the cops had burst in,
guns pointed at him, yelling at him. He’d been set up to take the fall
for the drugs his lovers were dealing, only he’d been too caught up in
them, in loving them, being devoted to them to see how he’d played.
He’d been old enough to see things, right? He hadn’t been a starry-
eyed kid when he got with them. He’d simply believed them when
they said they loved him, because he’d loved them. He believed it all,
until the day he didn’t. And in the end, he lost his thriving
construction company and all his money.

Turned out the money they invested in his business had come

straight from the drugs. He’d lent them some money, and the checks
they’d paid him back with, the checks he’d cashed via his business
account, those had been forged, too. He’d fled California, choosing to
be near the sister he hadn’t seen in so long. Unlike his parents, Elayna
never turned her nose up at his lifestyle. She didn’t quite understand
why he needed a man and a woman in his life, why he wanted a triad,
why he’d never be satisfied with being with just a man, or only a
woman. He needed both, and he’d explained that to her. She accepted
him. And he loved her for setting him up with the fantasy, but right
now, with the smell of Luca and Alexis Covington still in his nostrils,
with his ass still so tender from Luca’s pounding, and his cock still

Chapter Four

Alexis took the cup of coffee Luca handed her with a small

smile. She sipped it and sighed, staring off into space. They didn’t talk
about it, but they should. She knew Luca. He wouldn’t want her to get
her hopes up.

“I’ll be in surgery all day,” Luca said softly. He cupped her

cheek and waited until she focused her gaze on him. His beautiful
eyes were serious, but knowing. “Alex.”

Her cheeks heated at the warning, but she didn’t heed it. “I

can’t help it.”

“Try.”
They were dancing around the issue, never quite coming out

and saying what they wanted to say. She understood Luca’s
reservation. They’d been burned before, and he’d sworn they
wouldn’t go back down that road. This time, this time was different.

“We need him.”
Luca closed his eyes, fingers tightening on her cheek. She

knew her husband, knew what he felt, and despite his denials, Luca
wanted the same thing. She knew, too, that unless she made a move
he’d never budge.

“Alex, we had a great time.” He smiled. “More than great, but

it’s been a week. Let’s move on.”

She shook her head. “I know you’re wary of doing this.” She

held up a hand when he opened his mouth. “But trust me on this.
Before you came home that night I spent the evening with him, just
talking, getting to know him.” She paused. “He’s ours. All we have to
do is acknowledge it.”

Luca pursed his lips, but didn’t comment. Her husband could

be so damn stubborn.

She’d lucked out, finding Jonah. One of her loyal gay

customers at her store had given her the phone number to the
automated fantasy service, and she hadn’t hesitated to use it once
Luca shared his fantasy with her. She’d only hoped to find someone
they were compatible with for the one night. She hadn’t expected
Jonah. She’d told Luca the little she did know about Jonah, and he
might try to hide it from her, but Luca was as intrigued as she was.

“I didn’t want him to leave,” Luca whispered.

Her heart leapt. “Me, too.” She turned, nuzzling Luca’s palm.

“I felt like we were losing him when he walked out the door.”

Luca sighed and sat in the chair opposite her. “The last time

we did this—”

“We were burned.” She nodded. “Yes.” They’d taken a third

into their relationship, before they’d gotten married, but he hadn’t
been into them, he’d been into Luca. Wanted Luca to leave Alexis and
be with him. That was a bad time. They’d trusted that guy, loved him,
and he’d soured their lives. They’d promised no more thirds. But they
needed a third. Every now and again, they’d go out, meet a stranger,
and have a one night stand with him, but that wasn’t good for either of
them. They wanted commitment, but Luca would never lower his
guards to let in another person who could hurt them like they’d
already been hurt.

Jonah DiCarlo was different. Alexis knew it the second he

looked into her eyes. His touch only confirmed it. He was their third.
She had to get both men to see that.

“Luca.” She grabbed her husband’s hand, lacing their fingers.

“Let’s try, please?” She put her cell phone on the table between them.
“I have his cell phone number.”

Luca’s nostrils flared, and his eyes widened. His interest

sparked her arousal, slicking her cunt.

“Let’s call him,” she said softly. “Ask him out to dinner.”
“Fuck, Alex.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “I don’t

want you to get hurt again. I love you too much.”

“And I love you.” She kissed their knuckles. “I love you, but

we can’t deny we need it. We need our third, Luca.”

“Why him?” Luca asked. “Why do you think he’d be good for

us?”

“He’s been burned.” She shrugged. “I don’t know how I know.

I just get the feeling he’s been hurt. He can handle us. He treats us
equally. There’s no preference.” That was a major huddle they’d have
to overcome.

Luca nodded. “He does,” he said softly. “But to invite him in.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“How did you feel when you watched us? When you were

inside him?” She watched Luca closely, so she noticed when his
pupils dilated.

“I felt … I felt as if we’d all three been together before.” His

voice went hoarse, and he cleared his throat. “He felt familiar, yet not.
I didn’t want it to end. When he walked out the door—” Pain flashed
in his eyes, and she nodded.

“I felt the same.” She bit her bottom lip. “He’s no one special.

He’s just a man we had one night with. A night we want to turn into
more.” Luca tensed, but she continued. “We can’t cut ourselves off
because of what happened before. I know you think we can, but you
and I, Luca, we’re not like most people. We need our third.”

Luca chin remained in that stubborn tilt. “You said the fantasy

hotline only worked for one night. People sign up for only one night.
They don’t sign up for relationships. He might not want us.”

Alexis touched his cheek. “We’ll never know,” she whispered.

“Not unless we try.”

His lips parted, and he remained silent, until he jerked a nod.

“Call him.”

She did, fingers shaking. When the call connected, she hit the

speaker button. Luca’s fingers tightened around hers. She stared at
him, hardly daring to breathe.

“Yeah?”
Alexis’s heart jumped. Luca’s pulse sped up under her

fingertips.

“Hello? Who’s this?”
“J-Jonah, hi. It’s Alexis and Luca Covington.”
A pregnant paused followed, wherein she wondered if he’d

hung up. “Hello? Jonah?”

“I’m here.”
“I—” She glanced at Luca. “‘We have you on speaker.”
She heard a sharp intake of breath. “How can I help you?”
“We wanted to know—” Luca kissed her knuckles, and Alexis

cleared her throat. “We wanted to know if you’d like to have dinner
with us.”

“This Friday,” Luca said quickly.
Silence fell again. She and Luca stared at each other, Luca’s

confusion mirroring her own. Maybe he didn’t want them. Had they
misread the signs? Terror clogged her throat.

“Thank you for the invite,” Jonah said quietly. “But I’m sorry,

I can’t.”

The call cut off, and Alexis stared at the phone with her mouth

open. He didn’t want them. She couldn’t meet Luca’s eyes. She’d
gotten his hopes up and had them crushed. She closed her eyes. “I’m
sorry.”

“Alex.” She didn’t hear Luca move, but he was there, strong

arms around her. “It’s okay.” His phone went off. “Shit. Gotta go.” He
kissed her forehead. “Have a good day, and we’ll talk more when I get
in.” She tilted her chin up, and he kissed her lips once. “Love you.”
Twice. He grabbed his coffee mug and hurried to the door. “By the
way.” He turned around with his hand on the door knob. “I don’t think
we read him wrong. Maybe he doesn’t want to want us, or he thinks
he’ll be coming between us, but I think he wants us.” He winked and
disappeared out the door.

Alexis smiled. So they hadn’t read Jonah wrong. Was Luca

right? Did Jonah think he would be coming between them? She
grinned at that. She’d have to set him straight if that was the case.

She didn’t feel the least bit guilty when she gave her detective

brother Jonah’s phone number and asked him to find Jonah’s address.
Aidan worked in Manhattan, and he called back as she arrived at her
store, Sexy Times.

“Hey, bro.”
“How do you know this guy?” Aidan didn’t waste time. “Did

you know he’d been in some trouble with the law?”

She did know that, because it was the first thing Jonah had

mentioned when they met in person. “Just give me the address, fool. I
got this.”

“Luca know you’ve got me hunting down other men?” Her

brother chuckled.

“Luca knows everything I do.”
Aidan paused, and she let him draw his own conclusions. He

knew all about their lives, but only what they wanted him to.

“Ah. All right. Here’s the info.” Aidan called out the address,

and she scribbled it down. It wasn’t all that far from where they lived.

“Thanks.”
“Be careful,” Aidan said.
“Always.” She hung then grabbed her purse and car keys and

walked out her office located in the back of the store. “Rosie, I’ll be
out for a while. Call my cell if you need me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Alexis frowned as she walked out the door. The damn girl

refused to call her Alexis. She’d been working for Alexis as store
manager for two years and still stuck with the fucking “ma’am”,
making Alexis feel older than her thirty-five years. She owned a sex
shop for God’s sake, selling anything and everything that had to do
with sex, for both straight and gay couples. Didn’t that dissolve any
kind of formality?

In the car over to Jonah’s place, her stomach clenched.

Anxiety wetted her palms. She was putting everyone on the spot,
wasn’t she? She had to believe Jonah wanted them and was only
running scared. In any event, if he didn’t want them, he could say that
to her face, and she’d be able to look into those icy blue eyes and
know.

She pulled up to the apartment building and glanced at the

clock on the dash. Almost lunch time. She should have brought lunch.
Damn it. After parking, she walked up the stairs and knocked on the
door. Her breath came faster and faster. What if he wasn’t home? She
didn’t even know what he did for a living. What if he was at work?
Fuck. She really should have thought this crap through.

She knocked again. And again. And after a while she got the

message. He wasn’t home. All right. Another day. Her shoulders
drooped as she walked by the car. A red, beat up old truck pulled up in
the parking spot next to her car. She glanced up then froze.

Jonah.
He frowned as their eyes met. The truck hadn’t even parked

yet, but he was already hopping out the car. “Alexis? What are you
doing here?”

She smiled, but damn if it didn’t wobble. “I’m—I wanted to

see you.”

His eyes widened, and he backed up, shaking his head. “No.

Does your husband know you’re here?” He shook his head before she
could answer. “No. I’m not doing this.”

“But we want you to do this.” She stepped forward. “We want

you.”

Longing came and went in his eyes, and then his expression

hardened. “One night. It was for one night. I’m not doing this.”

“He misses you.” She took another step forward and pressed

against him, his back up against the driver side door of his truck.
“Luca. He misses you. We didn’t want you to leave that night.”

He blew out a breath. “But I did.”
She nodded. “We want you back.”
Jonah squinted. “What? You never even had me.”
She didn’t say anything, just held his gaze, because that was a

lie. They’d had each other that night.

“I don’t want to come between—”
“You can’t come between me and Luca,” she said. “We want a

third, had one, but it didn’t work out. We want you.” She gripped the
front of his jacket, pulled his head down toward her. “We both want
you.”

“I can’t.” His breath heated her face. He smelled like winter

and peppermint. “I—I can’t do this again.”

So. He’d done this before. “You’ve been hurt.” She didn’t

make it a question. “Luca and I, we’ve been hurt, too, but we want
you with us. In our lives.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin,
nuzzled his neck. His body shook against hers, so hard and strung
tight. “We want to touch you, want you to touch us.”

“Alex.” Her name poured from his lips, so sexy. He got her

wet, had her dripping.

“I’m wet for you, Jonah.” She whispered the words at his

throat. “Last night I made love to Luca, made him close his eyes and
pretend it was your cock inside him.” She smiled at his harsh intake
of breath. “I fucked him hard, made him scream your name.”

His fingers gripped her nape, and his lips crashed down on

hers, tongue pushing into her. Alexis kissed him back, rocking on him,
his hard cock trapped between them, and then she wrenched away
from him, licking her lips.

“Jonah, have dinner with us.”
His blue gaze locked on her. Alexis shivered.
“When?” His voice was gravel, and oh God, her clit pulsed.
“Friday. Eight o’clock.” She named a restaurant. “We’ll meet

you there.”

He scratched his chin and nodded. She winked and got back

into her car before she stripped and rode him right there in the parking
lot. As she drove off, she instructed her phone to call Luca.

“Hey, baby.”
“Hey, yourself.” She squirmed in her seat. “We’ve got a date

for Friday night.”
****

Luca squeezed Alexis’s hand across the table, smothering a

smile as she squirmed in her seat. She was nervous, anxious. He saw
that, and he understood perfectly. They’d arrived early, well, not that
early, just fifteen minutes, but he was fidgety as well.

They were having dinner with Jonah. Luca didn’t want to get

his hopes up. He didn’t want the possibility of having Jonah to be
dangled in their faces only to be snatched away. Still, hope had
blossomed in his chest and refused to budge ever since Alexis called
to tell him Jonah agreed to the date. She knew more about him than
Luca did. All he’d seen of Jonah gave the impression of him being a
stone-faced loner. Alexis told Luca that Jonah had been hurt, and Luca
wanted to know who hurt the man and why. How.

Opening himself and his wife up to a third required so many

things, but the most important was trust. He needed to know they
could trust Jonah. Being attracted to him was great, but it wasn’t the
end all and be all. They had to be able to trust Jonah, which was the
reason Luca agreed to this date. They had to learn more about the
other man besides what he looked like naked.

Luca’s cock twitched. He did look magnificent naked. Luca

licked his lips and smiled at Alexis. She’d come dressed to impress, in
a white pantsuit, no shirt under the jacket she’d fastened with only
one button, and the tight pants only reached to mid-calf. She wore
gold heels, making her taller, more statuesque. She’d pulled her hair
into a simple ponytail. Luca loved it when she made beauty look so
effortless. She wore very little makeup, except for the bright red
lipstick. His favorite decoration, especially when those red lips were
stretched around his cock.

Okay, not the time or the place to be thinking about that. He

sipped his sparkling water and glanced at the door again. They’d
reserved a table in a far, dark corner of the room, but seated as they
were he could still see the doorway, and their date still wasn’t in
attendance.

“Maybe he’s not coming.” Alexis pulled her hand away from

him with a sniff. “I came on too hard.”

“No, you didn’t.” Shit. That was what Luca wanted so much to

avoid. The disappointment, second guessing their feelings and
emotions. “Alex, don’t do that.” He took a breath. “He’s only five
minutes late. Let’s not start jumping to conclusions.”

She gulped down her water and signaled the waiter for

another. “I messed up. I pushed too hard, Luca.” She closed her eyes
then lifted her lashes to look at him. “I just, he makes me feel
something.” She pressed a palm to her chest. “Here.”

“I know, baby.” He hugged her close, kissing her temple. “I

know you want him to be our perfect match, but if he doesn’t want to
be, we can’t force it. He has to come to us.” Movement in his
peripheral vision caught his eye, and he glanced up.

His heart stuttered. Jonah was at the entrance, talking to the

head waiter, and the man looked up then pointed over to Luca and
Alexis. Jonah’s head went up. Their eyes met, and Luca understood
how Alexis felt. That thing. In his chest. His heart went bada-boom.

“He’s here,” he whispered. He held Alexis still when she

would have likely leapt out of the chair. Her head swiveled, and she
hissed.

“Fuck, he’s gorgeous.”
Luca grinned at her reverent tone. “He is.” He rubbed the

middle of his chest. “I want him.” He was theirs.

Alexis straightened as Jonah walked over to them. He was

dressed simply, blue shirt unbuttoned at the throat and dark slacks
under a heavy black coat, and black shoes. The stubble on his jaw
remained. His lips were so kissable while his expression remained
stoic, unreadable.

“He’s ours.” Alexis whispered the words ringing in Luca’s

brain. “Let’s get him.”

Jonah stopped at their table, his gaze going from Luca to

Alexis. His eyes appeared to glow as he pulled out the chair opposite
them and sank into it. They didn’t speak as Jonah spoke to the waiter
requesting water and the chicken special.

Then the waiter disappeared, and Jonah looked up. “I’ve been

outside for the past twenty minutes,” he said softly. “I watched you
come in.”

Luca frowned. “You don’t want to be here?”
Jonah’s jaw ticked as he turned to Luca. “I do want to be here.

That—” He sighed. “That is the problem.”

Alexis leaned forward. “Jonah, we would never hurt you.” She

stretched a hand out to him, but stopped halfway. “Luca and I, we
know about letting someone in and allowing them the power to hurt
you so badly. We understand. We, all of us at this table, have been

there. Can’t we try again?” Her voice quivered, and Luca stroked her
back. “Can’t we try with each other?”

The waiter appeared with Jonah’s water, and the other man

waited until he left before he spoke. “I don’t want to be that person
who comes between a couple. I can’t be that person.”

“You won’t,” Luca said. He gave a humorless chuckle. “Alex

and I, Jonah, we’re not your typical married couple. We both love
men, and we both love seeing each other with other men.” He leaned
forward, looking Jonah square in the eye. “We want a third to love,
someone we can love like we love each other. Someone we can
commit to. That is what we want.”

Jonah broke the gaze and looked at Alexis, who nodded.
Luca continued speaking. “If it was legal to marry a third, we

would be looking for someone we both could marry, but we can’t.”

Jonah pursed his lips. “What do you want from me?”
“You,” Alexis blurted out. “We want you in our lives, in our

home, in our bed.” She glanced at Luca then said, “We want to date
you, get to know you, what makes you tick. We want everything you
can give.”

Jonah wiped a hand over his face. “Why me?” He looked from

Alexis to Luca and back. “Why me? You don’t know a fuck about
me,” he said fiercely, “except the way I fuck.”

Luca smiled. “Which we love.”
Alexis giggled. “I know enough about you to know you’re

someone I’d like to know better. We know enough about you to know
we’d like to see you naked. A lot.”

Jonah’s lips twitched. Luca stared at him, fascinated.
“Jonah, do you want us?” Luca asked. “It’s a simple yes or no

that would put us out of our misery.”

“It’s not simple.” Jonah’s voice was harsh. “It’s not fucking

simple, because yes, I do, but I’m—I don’t know if I can.”

Luca allowed that answer to sink in, and Alexis spoke. “How

do we make it better? Tell us, and we’ll fix it.”

“Yes.” Luca nodded. “Anything.”
Jonah smiled with a shake of his head. “Fuck, you two. You’re

something else.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” Luca asked.
Jonah stared at him, eyes bluer than ever. “It’s good, babe. It’s

a good thing.”

Chapter Five

Jonah spoke, telling the Covingtons about his past, about just

how badly he’d fucked up. He told them about his time in California,
the time he’d spent with his exes, Mel and Julissa. The good times,
they were the best of times. Until the couple he’d thought were his
soul mates had fucked him over.

He looked away from the pity in Alexis’s eyes and the fury

darkening Luca’s expression on his behalf. They were great listeners,
and before dessert came along he’d shared damn near everything
about himself, down to how he’d gotten signed up to their fantasy. He
told them about the construction company he now owned, nothing
major, but it was his. Nothing compared to the company he’d had
back in California before his life imploded. He’d had to start over, and
while back in Cali he’d had well over seventy-five employees, right
now he had only twenty.

In truth, he preferred the smaller size, preferred the smaller

jobs, and he was content with what he had since he’d been sure as hell
that he’d never get it back. He’d had to sacrifice and bleed to get back
to where he was now, so he was happy about that. He didn’t tell Luca
and Alexis about his cold bed and lonely nights. He didn’t share the
times he’d paid for another warm body to lay beside him. He didn’t
talk about that, but somehow he didn’t think anything really got past
the couple on the other side of the table from him.

When he finished speaking he kept his head lowered. Alexis

touched his hand, grazed her fingers over his knuckles. Luca cleared
his throat.

“When Alexis and I met, I told her on our first date that I was

also into men. I was attracted to her, but I didn’t want to hurt her, so I
told the truth.”

Alexis chuckled. “In response I asked if I could watch him

with a man sometime.”

A smile creased Luca’s face. “I fell in love with her right then.

I mean, how many women would give that response when they hear
the man they’re on a date with liked getting naked with the same
sex?”

Alexis took the story. “We were exclusive for about six

months, and then Luca told me there was a guy, an acquaintance he
was attracted to. He wanted that guy, but he told me first, to give me

yet another chance to back out. I thought about it, and really
examined myself.” She looked over at Luca even though her fingers
tightened on Jonah. “I had to really ask myself if I was okay with it.
Knowing in theory is different from actually seeing that shit in real
time and full color.”

“The guy knew about Alexis, knew we were dating, and I let

him know up front my girlfriend dictated what happens. I loved
Alexis. We were living together, and my first and only obligation was
to her. If she said no, I was going with that.”

“What did you say?” Jonah asked Alexis. Although from the

way her lips twitched he figured he already knew.

“I said sure, but I wanted to be there.” She fanned herself.

“The idea of watching Luca with someone really, really turned me on.
I wanted to be there. The guy was fine with it, and shit, was it hot.”

Luca nodded. “It was originally just going to be me and the

guy, but by the time we were done, Alexis was also there getting
sweaty with us.”

“It was the hottest sex ever.”
“And your love of threes was born?” Jonah lifted an eyebrow.
“Not quite.” Luca shook his head. “We played, but we were

odd in that we wanted someone exclusively. We wanted someone with
us for the long haul. A month or so after we got engaged, we met
someone.”

“Danny.” Alexis’s eyes flashed. “He was beautiful and

accomplished and so charismatic.” Her eyes took on a faraway look,
and jealousy bit at Jonah. They’d had someone.

“So what happened?”
“We were all together for a year,” Luca said. “It was heaven,

and blissful. We all got what we wanted.”

“At least we thought that was the case.” Alexis bit into her

bottom lip. “I got pregnant.”

Jonah’s eyes widened.
“It was Luca’s. The baby was Luca’s, because for some

reason, Danny insisted on using condoms with me. He didn’t want to
go raw even though we were in a committed relationship.” She shook
her head. “That should have been our first clue.”

“Alexis told us she was pregnant, and I was so happy.” Pain

shadowed Luca’s eyes. “We celebrated that night, and when she fell
asleep, Danny dropped his bomb. He was only there for me. He

tolerated Alexis because she was part of the package. He hadn’t
signed up for a baby, and why didn’t I run away with him? Leave
Alexis and it could just be me and him.”

Jonah saw how much those words still affected Alexis. She

hunched in on herself, her gaze lowered to the table. He squeezed her
fingers. She clung to him, but didn’t look up. That Danny bastard was
an ass. How could anyone not want Alexis? She was perfection, the
ultimate combination of smooth and rough, hard and soft. She was
tough, smart, and she loved with her entire being.

“What did you do?” he asked Luca.
“I gave him a noncommittal answer, but inside I was reeling.

My heart was broken, because I loved him, you know? I loved him.
Otherwise he wouldn’t have been in my home, in my bed, in my life.
But I wasn’t in a relationship with one person, I was in a relationship
with two, and I knew how much Alexis mirrored my feelings for him.
The next morning I had to tell her.”

“Danny had already left for work by then. I just…” Alexis

swallowed. “That was one of the most painful things. Someone I
loved was telling me he never cared for me. He tolerated me, like I
was a fucking pet dog yipping at his heels.” Her voice caught, and
Jonah kissed her knuckles. “When he got home he found all his bags
packed, and then he really told us what he felt. He hated me. Hated
touching me, hated having to pretend he liked me when he only
wanted Luca. In front of me he turned to Luca and begged him to
leave me, to abandon me and our child and be with him.”

Luca rubbed her back with a huff. “Like that would ever

happen.”

“A week later, I miscarried.” Alexis sniffed. “And we learned

that I couldn’t have any more children.”

Oh man. “I—I’m sorry.”
“I lost myself, my mind, for a while.” Alexis shrugged. “I

pushed Luca away. I started to believe the words Danny shouted at me
that day. I wondered if I should let Luca go to be with someone who
could give him children, if I should just walk away.”

“I wasn’t having any of it,” Luca said softly. “I did my best to

make her see how much I loved her, and I promised her we would
find someone, someone to love both of us like we deserved, someone
who would deserve our love.”

“Took a while, but I finally emerged from my fog. We got

married, and even though we’ve taken some men to our bed, it’s never
been for more than one night. We haven’t been actively searching.”

“Until we met you,” Luca added.
Jonah didn’t meet their gazes. He didn’t want to see that hope

in their eyes, the same hope he was sure brightened his. He just
couldn’t say yes, but damn if he could bring himself to say no. Instead
he asked, “What does being with you entail?” He averted his gaze and
licked his spoon, the remnants of the apple pie and cold ice cream
making his mouth water.

Luca spoke. “We want someone who’s here because he wants

us.” He pointed between him and Alexis. “Someone who can be
confident in our relationship to know that no one comes before the
other. Not someone who wants to be with me, or her, and tolerates the
other. That is unacceptable.”

No worries about that, Jonah wanted them both. But the fear

of playing second place to the married couple’s commitment to each
other still hovered. He wanted to feel needed fully. Wanted
wholeheartedly. Like he belonged to the crazy idea of the three of
them merging into one. He’d been too long without, and he’d settle
for no less. He wanted Alexis’s softness and Luca’s hard edges. He
wanted to sink himself into Alexis’s tight cunt while Luca fucked him,
and he wanted the reverse, to watch Luca take Alexis while losing
himself in the doctor’s depths. He hadn’t had that yet. He’d gotten lost
in them the last time and didn’t get the chance to make love to Luca.

“Commitment,” Alexis said. “You to us, and us to you. Truth.

Trust. Companionship. Friendship. We want to never have to worry
where your loyalties lie, and we want your mind to be at ease as well,
Jonah.” She leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You have to want
us as much as we want you, and trust me,” she winked, “we want
you.”

“We do,” Luca said, “but this is your decision. We’re just

making sure it’s one you can’t say no to.” He smiled, teeth flashing
white in the dim light. “I don’t know why it’s you and not the other
men we’ve played with, and I don’t care. I just know that you fit us.”
His gaze softened as he stared at Jonah. “I’ve watched Alexis with
men. It’s been hot and decadent, but what it hasn’t been was right.”
He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest. “Watching you touch

her, watching her react to you, it’s more than hot or delicious or
decadent. It feels right.”

Jonah swallowed. He’d thought that, too. Touching them,

being loved by them, that night, it felt right. Too right. He licked his
lips, cock jerking at the way both sets of eyes tracked the movement.
“Are the rest of your fantasies as … intense as the last one?” he asked
Luca.

Luca grinned. “Not at all. That was a once in a lifetime kind of

fantasy.” He waved a hand in dismissal. “You know, like something to
cross off on our bucket list.”

Jonah nodded slowly. He still needed some time. “I-I need to

think.”

Luca’s face fell. “Okay.” He signaled for the waiter. “We’ll

give you all the time you need.”

Alexis didn’t look all that happy either, but she nodded. “Yes.

We don’t—we don’t want to push you, or force ourselves down your
throat.” She grinned. “Just think about it.”

He’d think of nothing else. He insisted on paying half of the

check, and Luca let him. Then together all three left the restaurant.
Outside in the cold, under the shivery moonlight, Jonah found himself
in the middle of Alexis and Luca, walking with them to their car. At
their silver BMW they stopped, and Luca faced him.

“Can we call you?”
Jonah blinked. “When?”
Luca shrugged. “Sometime. Anytime.”
Jonah found himself nodding. “Yes,” he whispered. “I’d like

that.”

Alexis stepped closer and touched his face. Her fingers were

cold, but Jonah didn’t mind. Her touch was soft, reverent against his
skin. He turned into her touch, rubbed his jaw along her palm, and he
heard her swift intake of breath.

“Jonah.” Her eyes were so wide as she stared up at him, her

needs naked, bared for him. Her lips parted under his scrutiny, and
Jonah hauled her close, kissed her. She melted against him, tongue
twisting around his. Jonah gripped her hair, anchored her to him, and
deepened the kiss. In his peripheral vision he watched Luca watch
them, his eyes shiny with lust and his own needs. Jonah held out a
hand, and Luca caught it, held him, tangling their fingers. The other
man stepped closer, and Jonah broke the kiss. His erection ached, hell

his entire body ached for the two people in his arms. If he gave the
word they could be back at the Covingtons’ house in no time, getting
naked, getting lost in each other.

He licked his lips, tasted Alexis and tugged Luca to him with a

hand at his nape. Luca opened for him just as eagerly, his body
shaking. Jonah moaned and staggered. They all fell back into the
BMW, Alexis’s back against the passenger side door, Jonah’s front
pressed to her softness and Luca at his side. Jonah needed them to
kiss, so with a hand in Alexis’s hair and the other still clutching
Luca’s nape, he brought their faces together. They kissed, wet and
sloppy kisses as Jonah pushed his cock into Alexis’s middle. She
bucked against him, fingers ripping his biceps. Luca straddled Jonah’s
right thigh and rocked on him. Jonah buried his face in Alexis’s neck,
holding on to both people in his arms.

They smelled like need and other soft, artificial fragrances that

heated his body even more despite the cold. He wanted them, no
denying that. Could he be with them, give them what they needed
while trusting them to satisfy his own needs?

The answer remained elusive. Above him Luca and Alex

stopped kissing. They wrapped their arms around him, holding him
tight. Jonah allowed it. Hell, he welcomed it, but after a few seconds
he cleared his throat and stepped back.

“I gotta go.” He cupped their faces, stared at their wet, puffy

lips before meeting their glazed eyes. “I—” He looked away from
them and inhaled the cold night air. It burned his lungs, watered his
eyes. “I gotta go.” He turned away abruptly and hurried to his truck,
pulling off before he made a fool of himself in the fucking parking lot.

His entire body hummed from being close to Alexis and Luca.

He was strung tight, cock wet and aching, hard enough to pound
something. His balls, too, were showing their disapproval of him
backing away from what he wanted. Relief. It wouldn’t be just about
relieving his body the next time he got naked with those two. It
wouldn’t be about scratching an itch. It would be more. Already it was
more. When—if he ever saw them again, they’d have his answer.
They’d know he was with them. All the way. That was why he had to
stay away, until he knew for sure.
****

He stayed away for a week. That was harder than he thought.

Alexis and Luca called him many times, and always he let the phone

ring out before replying later via text. He didn’t want to hear their
voices; he’d cave. But he still felt lonelier than ever without them,
missing them like crazy. Being apart from them was torture, and he
could no longer justify why he was making them all so miserable.

His phone rang as he stepped into his apartment after a long

day of work. His heart lurched. Then disappointment set in when he
saw his sister’s name on the caller ID. He dropped his keys on the
kitchen table and answered as he sank into a chair. “Hey, sis.”

“Still being stubborn, I see.” Elayna didn’t mince words.
Jonah grimaced. Why had he confided in her anyway? “Cut

me some slack, E.”

“Are you home?”
He frowned. “Where else would I be?”
Elayna paused then sighed. “I figured you’d get up off your

ass and make the first move.”

“It’s not that easy.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s not

that easy.”

“Of course it’s easy,” she said. “You’re the only one making it

more difficult than it needs to be.”

Times like these he regretted that his sister knew him so well,

and knew anything at all about his lifestyle. “Listen, E. It’s not that
simple. I can’t just jump into something with them because we all
want it.”

“Why not? Did they tell you how they felt?”
“They did, but—”
“Did you tell them about what those bastards in California did

to you?”

Jonah blinked at the venom in his sister’s voice. It wasn’t the

first time he’d heard it when referencing his past, but it still caught
him by surprise. “I did tell them, and they had their own hurt with a
third.” He laughed bitterly. “We compared heartbreaks.”

“And they still want you,” Elayna said softly. “Jonah, don’t

pass on this.”

“They’re married. They’ve been together for damn near

forever. They know each other inside and out, quirks, weaknesses, and
everything else. And I,” he rubbed his chest. “I don’t want to feel like
the odd man out. Like I’m just someone kept around to sleep with
them when they want it.”

Elayna went silent for a few moments, then asked, “Did they

make you feel that way? That first night, when they didn’t know you
and you didn’t know them. When you were just strangers fulfilling a
fantasy, did you feel like the odd man out?”

He hadn’t. Jonah’s throat dried. Even when they didn’t know

him, they’d touched him as one, loved him as one. That kiss the night
they’d had dinner. His insecurities were right there, on the surface,
and he was using them as a way to deny what he felt. “It felt right.”
His tone dropped to a whisper. “It felt right, that night.” Luca’s words
echoed in his ear. “It was the first time in a long time that I felt
cherished, and wanted and included. That’s why I ran.”

Elayna sighed. “Don’t wait too long to take what you want,

Jonah. Something as rare as that doesn’t come around too often. Get
me?”

Jonah smiled. “When did you get so smart?”
She chuckled. “You got the beauty, and I got the brains.” They

laughed together, and Jonah felt so light. So free. “I want to meet
them,” Elayna said. “After you get yourself together and finally tell
them how you feel, I want to meet them.”

“No way.”
“You’d better.” She hung up after issuing that threat. Damn

Elayna, always finding a way to get all up in his business.

He forced himself out of the chair and into the shower. His

hard cock demanded attention, but he ignored it. Bringing himself off
would not be as satisfying as making love with Alexis and Luca. That
would be it, making love. He groaned and quickly cleaned himself
then got out. Skin still wet, hair dripping and with just a towel
wrapped around his waist, he collapsed on the bed, cell phone in
hand.

He had the number saved in his phone from when Alexis had

called him earlier that week. He hit redial and rolled onto his back,
staring up at the ceiling.

Luca answered. “Jonah.”
The pleasure in his voice rolled through Jonah’s body and

curled his toes. “Hi.” He squeezed his eyes shut. God. He sounded
like a love-struck teenager, but he couldn’t stop it. “I wanted to say
I’m sorry for being so … hot and cold.”

“We understand, Jonah,” Alexis spoke. “You don’t have to

apologize.” She sounded so soft and inviting, where Luca was a bit

rougher. They contrasted so beautifully, and they were both who
Jonah wanted.

“I wanted to also say that I thought about it, and I want,” he

swallowed to wet his parched throat. “I want to try. With you.” He
exhaled. “With us.”

Silence greeted his words, and Jonah’s heart plummeted. He

tightened his fingers around the small phone in his hand. “Hello?”

“We’re here,” Luca said softly. “I think you shocked us. We

didn’t expect you to come back to us. We thought you’d made your
choice.” He breathed deeply. “We thought the silence was your
choice.”

“But we’re glad you chose us,” Alexis said quickly.
“Very glad.”
Jonah opened his eyes. “I want what you’re offering. I do.”

The words got easier and easier to say.

“And we want what you’re offering,” Luca said. “Jonah, we

want all of you.”

His heavy shaft tented the towel, poking at the ceiling. “Yes.”

The word was a hiss, and he writhed on the bed.

“In return,” Alexis said. “In return, Jonah, we’ll give you all of

us. Everything is yours.”

“Nothing will be off limits,” Luca said.
Their words burrowed under Jonah’s skin, sank into his bones,

heating him from the inside out. He panted, breathing through his
parted lips as he skated a hand down his naked chest. “Yes.” His voice
was pure sandpaper. The two of them in his ear was too much, and
since he’d resisted touching himself since that night, his body
protested now with a vengeance.

“Jonah,” Luca’s voice was sharp and sure. “Tell us what

you’re doing now.”

They knew he was aroused to the point of pain? Aching to

touch himself? “I-I’m naked, just got out of the shower.”

“Are you hard for us, Jonah?” Luca asked. His voice caressed

Jonah’s body.

Jonah tore away the towel and stared down at his cock. The

head was plum red and wet, slippery, his slit gaping as the hard length
rested against his lower belly. “Yes,” he whispered. “So fucking hard
for you.”

“Then touch yourself,” Alexis said. “Close your eyes and think

of us. We’re there with you, Jonah. Kissing you, touching you the way
you like.”

Fuck. He gripped his length, smearing the pre-cum around

with his thumb. He teased the slit with his pinky and bucked into his
hand with a hiss.

“That’s it, Jonah.” Luca coaxed him with an unsteady voice.

“Fuck your fist, touch your hole.”

He did. “Ungh.” His hips lifted up off the bed as he slid a slick

finger down behind his balls and circled the tight, wrinkled entrance.
With his other hand he pulled on his cock, twisting his wrist with
every stroke. The pleasure was exquisite, and knowing Luca and
Alexis were right there, witnessing his pleasure even through the
phone was fucking sexy.

“Touch yourself,” Alexis said. “One finger, push it in for me.

Slow.”

Feet flat on the mattress, knees bent, Jonah drilled a finger into

his hole, groaning out loud at the burn. “Burns. Oh God, so good.”

“Do it,” Luca said. “Fuck yourself. Come for us.”
He asked, so Jonah sank his teeth into his bottom lip, cupping

and squeezing his balls with one hand while he inserted another finger
to join the first. Two fingers inside his channel, a tight fucking fit. Hot
and tight, but… “Wish you were here,” he told them, bucking when
his ass clenched around the fingers. “Wish I could see you.”

“Soon,” Alexis said. “Soon. Find your spot, Jonah. Push those

fingers deeper.”

He did, and the sharp pleasure stole his speech. He opened his

mouth on a silent scream. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“That’s it.” Luca was there in his ear, jacking Jonah’s pleasure

higher. “Work it until you come. We want to hear it.”

“Please,” Alexis whispered.
Jonah pressed the pad of a finger against the bump, body

shaking uncontrollably. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and he grunted,
hips slamming up, dripping cock sliding up and up into his tight fist.
“Oh God.” His ass spasmed around the fingers; his balls churned, and
with one last graze of his finger against that knot, he came with a yell.
Cum shot through his fingers and dripped onto his stomach. His hole
squeezed the digits in his ass so tight he feared they’d break. His
pants filled his ear, that and his heartbeats. Bam. Bam. Bam. Then the

fog lifted, and through it he heard them, their voices soothing through
the phone.

“Good boy.”
“So fucking hot, the sounds you make when you come.”
Who said what blended together, but he basked in their

attention, their love, and sighed in contentment.

“Go to sleep, Jonah.”
“Goodnight, Jonah.”
He made a sound and managed to end the call with one touch

of a finger drenched with cum.

Chapter Six

Days went by, and although Luca and Alexis talked to Jonah

every day, they didn’t get the opportunity to see him since his
construction project kept him busy. They’d made a dinner date for
later that week, and now as she waited for her meatloaf to finish in the
oven, Alexis’s stomach knotted with anxiety. She didn’t want to mess
up, to do anything to send Jonah running away. No one had talked
about what or how the arrangement would work.

She didn’t want to do things the same way she and Luca had

done with Danny. That time had come and gone, and Jonah was no
Danny, that was for damn sure. She had to get over the nerves. Jonah
didn’t need that. He needed to be welcomed, and he needed her to be
at ease.

She blew her hair out of her eyes and glanced at the clock.

Luca would be home in a few minutes. Jonah had texted her to tell her
he was also on his way. She smoothed a hand down her stomach.
She’d thought of nothing but this all day at the store. In between
unpacking new lingerie and sex toys from the new arrivals, she’d
thought about seeing Jonah again, looking into his cool eyes and
losing her mind. She wanted nothing but to melt into his arms, to be
sandwiched between him and Luca as they made love to her.

This was it. She felt it in her bones. That gaping emptiness she

and Luca had ignored and pretended didn’t exist, would finally
disappear once they made Jonah theirs. They all needed it. Needed
one another.

The doorbell rang, and she jerked in surprise. One last pat of

her hair, and she padded out the kitchen, and over to the door,
butterflies wreaking havoc on her insides. She opened the door and
smiled up into Jonah’s eyes.

“Hi.”
The look in his eyes, hot and sharp, captivated her as his gaze

slid down her body slowly, over the simple gray dress and down her
exposed legs.

“Hi.”
The word rumbled between them, instantly making her wet.

Alexis took a step back and waved him inside. “Luca’s on his way.”

Jonah grunted, but didn’t say anything else. She liked the

strong silent type, and he was the epitome of that fantasy. She closed

the door behind her, watching as he shrugged out of his tan leather
jacket and hung it up on the hook to the right of the door. He wore a
thick, black cable knit sweater and jeans, and rubber-soled boots in
deference to the light snow on the ground. The entire ensemble was
nothing special, not at all, but somehow on Jonah, they made him
look rough and sexy.

She swallowed and hurried past him to the kitchen. “Come

in.” She turned off the oven and pulled out the meatloaf. “Dinner’s
almost ready. Hope you like meatloaf.” She didn’t wait for a reply.
“It’s one of the few things I know how to make well.” Nervous
laughter bubbled in her throat. “Luca can cook, though. He’s good at
it. Good at most things.” Shit. Shut it.

“Alexis.”
“Not that I let him do it. Most days he works really late, and

even when he doesn’t he’s really tired. I’m just saying—”

“Alexis.”
“Today was a very busy day at the store, so I barely had time

to get home and shower and get this—umph!” Jonah grabbed her by
the hair and yanked her around to face him. She got a nose full of his
spicy aftershave as she glared up at him. “Wha—”

He crushed his lips to hers, silencing her words. Alexis

mewled and melted into his hard body. She slid her hands up his chest
and circled his neck as she angled her head and opened for him.

“Hmm.”
He stroked her tongue with his, all leisurely, while her body

flamed out, her pussy melting and dripping cream like it was going
out of style. His whiskers scraped against her cheek, a sensation she
liked too damn much. One of his hands left her hair and crept down
her back, along her spine then he palmed her ass. Squeezed her.

She rolled her hips, pushing into the hard ridge pressed into

her middle. His wide palm caressed her butt, and she pushed back into
the touch as she broke the kiss and panted into his throat. “Jonah.”

He made a low rough sound in the back of his throat and

kissed his way across her jaw and down to her shoulder, alternating
between licking and nipping. “You taste good, Alex.”

She smiled. “You, too.” She held his head steady with both

hands and kissed him hard on the lips. “Let’s get the table set and
ready. Our man will be here soon.” God, her pussy spasmed as she

spoke those words, and Jonah wasn’t unaffected either. His blue eyes
glowed.

He held her gaze, silent, then jerked a nod. “I like that.”
She traced his lips with her thumb. “Me, too.” After giving

him another smile, they set about setting the table as they discussed
their day. Jonah told her about the new project he was working on,
renovating a house, and she told him about the new merchandise she
got for the store. At one point she caught him laughing as she
described a particular sex toy, and she just stared at him. His eyes
crinkled at the corners and his nose scrunched up when he laughed,
and he did that with his whole body, his laugh big and booming,
echoing in the room.

Here she was, discussing lingerie and sex toys with someone

she never wanted to hurt, or disappoint or lose. Luca was right. It did
feel right. The perfect word for it.

Right.
She tore her gaze from Jonah and opened the fridge. “What do

you want to drink?” She squinted as she called out what they had
available. “We’ve got iced tea, soda, orange juice. Then there’s beer,
and we’ve also got wine. Somewhere.”

“A beer’s good.” Jonah spoke against her neck. She hadn’t

even heard him approach.

She leaned back onto his chest with a sigh and closed the

fridge door. They stood like that, his hard strong arms wrapped
around her middle, his chin on her neck, his breath whispering in her
ear.

“What’s that scent you’re wearing?” He nosed her ear. “Gets

my cock harder with every whiff.”

Alexis trembled. “It’s a new lotion, one of the new arrivals I

got today. It’s called Fever.” Jonah’s arms tightened around her as he
inhaled loudly against her skin. Her belly cramped. “Can’t remember
the ingredients,” she said in a breathless rush.

“Always wear it.” His erection nudged her ass through the

dress, and she rocked back on him, loving the way he gulped in her
ear. “I like you in my arms,” he whispered against her skin. “You fit
like a fucking glove.”

Shit. Jonah didn’t appear to be a man prone to flowery words

and platitudes, so when he spoke like that, Alexis just ached. “I like

being in your arms,” she said quietly. “I like knowing that no matter
how strong or how rough you are, you’d never hurt me. Hurt us.”

“Never.” The one word was a fierce promise, one she took to

heart.

Jonah kissed her ear just as keys jingled in the front door. She

turned around in Jonah’s arms and smiled up at him. “He’s here.”

Color bathed Jonah’s cheekbones. Anxiety flashed in his eyes.

He was nervous to see Luca. Wasn’t that adorable? Of course she
would never say that out loud. “Why don’t you go say hi?” She threw
him a wink and stepped away.
****

Luca gritted his teeth and forced the key into the frozen lock.

Damn cold. He opened his mouth to call out to Alexis, but the door
opened. He blinked. “Jonah.” Damn. The man looked good. And
nervous.

“Hey.” Jonah flashed a crooked smile. He stepped back.

“Come in and warm yourself up.”

Luca did, and Jonah closed the door. Warmth engulfed Luca,

and he sighed. His fingers were numb with the cold, and he needed to
get out of his damp scrubs, but he couldn’t move from the narrow
hallway. He couldn’t stop staring at Jonah.

“Alex is the kitchen.” Jonah sounded way too nervous. Luca

walked the two steps back to him, and Jonah tensed visibly.

“Why are you nervous?”
Jonah’s massive shoulders moved in a shrug. “Dunno. I-it’s

been a while since this.” He shifted from foot to foot.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” Luca blew into his

palms and rubbed them together. “If my hands weren’t freezing cold
I’d touch you right now.” He smiled at Jonah’s wide eyes. “Because
that’s what I’ve been thinking about all day, touching you. Kissing
you.” He spread his palm on Jonah’s sweater, over his heart, and felt
the organ thump for him. “We missed you.”

Jonah’s lashes fluttered. “Me, too. Fuck.” The curse was low,

but sharp. “I missed you guys, too.”

Luca pressed close to him, his chest against Jonah’s, their

bodies lined up and in sync. “I’m going to kiss you.” He didn’t wait
for permission. He grasped the front of Jonah’s sweater in his fist and
hauled him down the last few inches until their lips met. He was hard

and dripping the instant Jonah’s lips mashed against his. Dripping and
aching, and coming out of his skin.

Jonah cupped his nape, fingers rough and bruising, as he

parted his lips. They grunted when their tongues touched. Then it was
on, a hungry and sloppy wet exploration of tongue and lips, teeth
clicking together. Luca undulated, shoving a thigh between Jonah’s
legs. The other man clutched him tight, rocking his cock on Luca’s
legs. Sweet heat raced through Luca’s body, melting him, and itching
his spine. He let go of Jonah’s sweater and circled his hips then
cupped his ass, squeezing him with both hands through the jeans.

Jonah broke the kiss, and Luca pounced, nipping at his neck,

dragging his teeth down the column of Jonah’s neck. “God.” Jonah
clawed at his back, hard cock shoved against Luca’s thigh as he
writhed.

“Boys, let’s eat first.” Alexis spoke from somewhere behind

Luca. “You can play after dinner.”

Luca broke the kiss with a disappointed groan. Jonah

chuckled. Luca faced Alexis. His wife winked at him as she stepped
forward, into his arms.

“Welcome home,” she whispered against his neck.
Luca hugged her and staggered backward, into Jonah’s chest.

The other man held them steady with a hand at Luca’s hip. “I love the
new way I get welcomed home,” Luca said loud enough for both the
people in his heart to hear. He kissed Alexis neck, inhaled her hair.
“New lotion?”

She nodded. “It’s called Fever. Got it today.”
Luca took a deep inhale. “Gets me hard. I like it.”
Alexis stepped out of his arms with a chuckle. “Jonah said the

same thing.”

Luca shrugged. “Hey, Jonah and I have the same tastes.” He

took her hand and shackled Jonah’s wrists with the other. “Come on,
let’s eat.”

Jonah wasn’t a talker, Luca got that, but he also noticed that

the other man tried. He talked about his childhood in Queens and
about his sister, whom he clearly loved. Over Alexis’s dinner of
meatloaf, roasted potatoes, and a celery salad, they talked and
laughed. All in sync. They also went into quiet mode, too, but that
wasn’t heavy or oppressive. Their silence was comfortable. Everyone

at the dinner table was at ease. It mattered to Luca that Jonah didn’t
feel overwhelmed, or left out.

They talked about his day, his duties as an on-call trauma

surgeon. Work was something he tried not to take home with him, but
he opened up so Jonah could understand what Luca did and why there
were times he’d be less than happy when he got home at the end of a
long day. Luckily they got off that somber topic quick.

They talked about how Luca and Alexis met. He’d been

twenty-five and Alexis twenty-three. She’d just opened her store.
She’d been standing outside on the sidewalk handing out fliers, and
Luca had been walking by. She tried getting him to come in to buy
some sexy lingerie for his girlfriend, because as she put it, a man
dressed as impeccably as he was definitely had a girlfriend. He didn’t
have one, and he’d asked her out. She agreed, but only if he came into
the store and bought something. He’d bought a bottle of edible
massage oil. He’d been her first sale. They’d been inseparable after
that. And fortuitously he’d ended up using the same massage oil on
her.

When Jonah spoke about his family, his tone was matter of

fact as he discussed having to explain to his parents the types of
relationship he preferred. They didn’t understand it, never tried to,
and never spoke to him again. He hadn’t seen or heard from them in
ten years. His sister, his only sibling, accepted him, and Luca saw
how much that meant to him. He wanted to meet Jonah’s sister, thank
her for signing him up for the one night fantasies. Otherwise they’d
have never met. Luca couldn’t imagine not having Jonah in his life.

From the way Alexis stared at their lover, Luca knew she felt

the same.

After dinner, the men cleaned the kitchen while Alexis

lounged on the couch. Side by side, he and Jonah did the dishes, Luca
washing, Jonah drying. The act was frighteningly domestic, but Luca
loved that. He glanced at Jonah sideways to try to gauge what his
lover was feeling or thinking. Jonah’s face was a mask of
concentration as he dried the plates then put them in the cupboard
above their heads.

“My sister wants to meet you guys.” Jonah’s voice out of the

blue startled Luca. He looked at the other man.

“Huh?”

“She helped me to come to the realization that I wanted to be

with you and Alexis, and now she wants to meet you.”

Luca shrugged. “No problem with me. We’ll see what Alexis

says, but I think she’ll be okay with it, too.” He paused then said,
“This relationship we’re diving into, it’s not one Alexis or I will hide.
Not too many people will understand it, or accept it, but we’ve never
hidden who we are and what we are.”

Jonah’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “Your families know?” He

sounded incredulous.

“My parents live in France. They visit a few times a year, but

yes, they know about us. They even met Danny. My parents are all
about being who you are. They see sexuality as being something fluid
and ever changing. They love Alexis, and they want us to be happy.
Whoever we chose to be with.”

The shock on Jonah’s face was almost laughable. “And what

about Alexis’s family?”

Luca grunted. That was a whole other thing. “Alexis’s family

are very traditional. Extremely traditional. We had a hard time getting
them to accept me, a white man, into their family. We haven’t shared
that part of ourselves with them, because Alexis loves her family, and
she doesn’t want to lose them. Her younger brother Aidan knows, but
he’s different. He’s gay and also hiding his sexuality, so the siblings
sort of bonded over that. He’s the only member of her family who
knows.” Luca didn’t think Alexis would be able to handle it if her
parents disowned her the way Jonah’s parents had.

“Lucky for us they live in Brooklyn, and we’re here upstate,

so we don’t get to see them much. When we do, we stay at hotels
instead of the family house. We visited once with Danny at
Thanksgiving. We introduced him as a member of our family. Left it
at that.”

Luca tried not to think about Danny. The man had gutted their

lives.

“I don’t like when you say his name.”
“What? Who?”
“Danny.” Jonah’s eyes flashed. “You always say it with pain

and sadness.” He offered a rueful smile and a shrug. “And I think it
makes me jealous that you had him at all.”

“Don’t.” Luca wiped his hands on a dish towel then cupped

Jonah’s jaw. “Don’t be jealous. That was a time in our lives that

Alexis and I wish we could erase. He was selfish and a taker. Don’t be
jealous of that.”

Jonah kissed his palm. “But you loved him. That is what I’m

jealous of.”

“Past tense,” Luca whispered. He stared into Jonah’s eyes.

“He’s our past, and you, Jonah, you’re our future.”

Jonah took a breath then let it out, warming Luca’s face. His

eyes were serious when he said, “I want to be with you guys, but I
don’t—I can’t be in the background.” He swallowed. “I won’t be
second to Alexis for you, and I won’t be second to you for her.” The
words were weighty, and Luca got how much it must have cost Jonah
to even utter them.

“There’s zero chance of that happening,” he said firmly.

“Zero. We want an equal partner, not someone for half or part time.
We want you, Jonah, all of us wants all of you.” He had words; he
could speak them, but he figured time alone would ease that doubt in
Jonah’s voice. They had the time, and he and Alexis would make sure
Jonah was as assured of his place in their lives as they were.

“I won’t lie. I was hesitant to pursue you,” Luca said.

“Because I knew what we had to offer. All or nothing. Our past
experience made me wary of anyone coming into our lives.” He
paused, tightening his fingers on Jonah’s jaw. “I wasn’t sure about
you, but Alexis was. Even with the way you made me feel, I didn’t
want to put our hearts at risk again.”

Jonah gazed at him, his expression so open. Luca brushed his

lips over Jonah’s, loving the hitch in the other man’s breath.

“I’ve never been this affected by another man in forever,” he

whispered against Jonah’s lips. Jonah touched him, on his waist. A
firm grasp. Luca pressed closer. “I’ve never wanted to let go, to give
in, the way you make me want to.”

Jonah groaned, a low rumble in his throat.
The reaction was exactly what Luca wanted, and he echoed it.

“The issue with Danny fucked my head up, made me gun-shy for
sure, but, Jonah, I needed that time.” He released Jonah and stepped
back, smiling at the question in the other man’s eyes. “I needed that
time to heal, to get right with Alexis, so that when the right man came
along I’d be ready.” He nodded. “I’m ready.”

Chapter Seven

“Take me to your bedroom.”
Alexis stared up into the fire blazing in Jonah’s eyes and

gulped. She took the hand he held out, watching Luca do the same
with Jonah’s other hand. Hand in hand they made their way upstairs to
the bedroom. Luca kicked the ajar door wider, and they stepped into
the dimly lit room.

She’d changed the bedding, from a yellow and green floral

print to a dark blue to match the walls. The bedding was decorated
with swatches of white and a graying aqua that matched the gray
carpets. Jonah didn’t seem to care about that though. He let go of
Luca and Alexis and pointed to the dark blue armchair over in the
corner of the room.

“Get undressed and sit,” he told Luca.
Luca licked his lips, eyes heavy lidded, as he stepped out of

his scrubs and kicked them outside. He stood before them in all his
lean, tanned glory. His chest was hairless, with only a thin dark trail
leading to his cock, which was hard, the cut head already flushed red
and wet. Luca stroked his cock as he stared at Jonah. Alexis smiled as
she watched them. It was like they were communicating silently, their
own special thing. She liked it. As she watched, Jonah grabbed Luca
and kissed him, tongue stabbing deep into his mouth as Luca moaned
and rocked into him. Jonah cupped Luca’s bare ass, trailed a finger
down his crack then stepped back, releasing Luca when the other man
would have pushed back into the touch.

“Sit and watch.” Jonah sounded out of breath. His chest rose

and fell as he told Luca, “I’m going to take her while you watch.
Make her mine.”

Alexis swore she heard Luca’s needy groan over her own

moans. Her pussy clenched, moisture sliding down her legs. Make her
his. Jonah was going to make her his while Luca watched. Talk about
fantasies coming true.

Luca backed away, still stroking leisurely on his erection. He

looked at Alexis, and she smiled at him. She saw all she needed to
know in his gaze. His love. His trust. His need. He was just as hungry
for what was about to transpire. He sat down, gaze trained on them,
and Jonah turned to her. Before she could open her mouth, Jonah
dropped to his knees, rough hands sliding up under her dress.

She moaned at the contact and widened her stance. Jonah

hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down her legs, his
blistering blue gaze holding her in place.

“Lift.”
His voice was gruff, but damn she liked him like that, when

the pleasure and the hunger ripped away any remnants of a calm,
civilized Jonah. She did as he bade, lifted each leg until he got her
panties off, and then he stood and walked over to Luca.

“Open.”
Luca did, and Jonah stuffed the underwear into his mouth.
Jesus.
Jonah kissed Luca’s forehead then pressed his lips to the

panties poking out from Luca’s mouth. “I’m betting you can taste her,
how wet she is.” He grabbed Luca’s nape and stared down at him.
“I’m gonna fuck her hard, slide deep into her creamy cunt while you
watch. You want that, don’t you? Want me to ram my cock into her as
far as I can go?”

Alexis stood frozen, aching from her erect nipples to her toes,

and Luca grunted and nodded furiously. Yes. That was what he
wanted. The hard cock dripping clear liquid onto his upper thighs said
so. His wide eyes showing his naked desire said so. He didn’t need
the words.

“Good.” Jonah tweaked Luca’s left nipple, and he bucked,

letting out a low grunt. “Then watch us. Don’t look away.”

Oh, Luca wouldn’t. He’d never look away. Alexis remained in

place, hands at her sides until Jonah came back to her. He grasped the
hem of her dress and lifted. She held both her hands up, and he tugged
off the piece of clothing and tossed it aside.

“Sit.” He pointed to the edge of the bed, and she did. Then he

undressed. With each revelation of his skin, of his muscles and the
way they moved and bulged, Alexis grew wetter. Her pussy ached, clit
pulsing as she begged him with her eyes to hurry up. Fill her. Fuck
her. She cupped her tits through the bra she still wore, worrying her
nipples with her thumbs as she rocked on the bed, widening her thighs
so her clit could brush against the mattress.

Jonah pushed his jeans down his legs and kicked them off, and

breath left her in a rush. She’d forgotten how big he was. How thick.
Her entire body shook, uncontrollable shivers as she imagined him

forcing his way into her cunt. The burn. The pleasure all wrapped up
in pain. Fuck.

“Jonah.” She begged him, one word. Just his name, but shit,

she was begging. He knew it because he pinned her in place with his
brilliant blue gaze, and Luca knew it, because he grunted over to the
side, hands stroking his cock.

Jonah stepped toward her, fat cock bobbing with the

movement. She licked her lips. He circled the base of his shaft, guided
the head to her mouth, and she opened. He pushed in. She held her
breath, let her mouth form the perfect circle for him, and he sank
deep, his crown nudging the back of her throat. He held himself still.
The clock on the wall ticked. Ticked. Then he moved, rolling his hips.
She gagged. He retreated quickly. Too fast. Alexis gulped in air, but
then he was there again, pushing in, flooding her taste buds with the
sweetness of his pre-cum. His hips thrust, and he sank deeper and
deeper into her. She didn’t try to do anything but take him, let him go
as deep as he could. His stomach contracted in front of her. She
watched the muscles quiver as his movements sped up.

She moaned for him, and he grabbed her hair, twisted it

around his fingers, and used it for leverage to push and pull her on
and off his cock. She shuddered at the rough handling, pinching her
nipples, tugging on the piercings, and rocking her swollen clit on the
mattress. Juices spilled out of her, soaking the bedding under her ass.
She rocked hard on the mattress, trying to get to that place, the burn
too fucking sweet to stave off for long. Jonah’s free hand cupped her
jaw then traveled down, squeezing gently on her throat.

Oh fuck. She stared up at him, at the fierce possessive look in

his eyes. He knew her, knew the buttons to push. His thumb feathered
over her throat, then pressed. Fire raced through her as her vision
swam. His lips quirked up as he thrust down her throat. Alexis held
his gaze, the wet sounds of him fucking her throat another adding
layer of sensation that drove her ever closer to the brink. She
unhooked her bra and pulled it off, and then Jonah grabbed it,
wrapped it around her neck.

She sobbed.
He pulled it tight, constricted her passage. She twisted her

nipple with one hand and used the other to cup her pussy. She got lost
in all the wetness between her legs and shoved two fingers inside her
cunt. At that very moment Jonah pushed the heel of his palm against

her windpipe with one hand and tightened the bra around her neck
with the other.

She jerked. Her pussy clenched, tightening around her fingers.

The invisible string pulling her middle tight broke, and she came,
flooding her fingers. She convulsed, throat closing around Jonah’s
cock. She gagged and he pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach on
the mattress. She was still coming when he drove into her, seating his
cock deep into her cunt.

Alexis grabbed fistfuls of the mattress and threw her head

back. He throbbed inside her, so hot and hard. She rose on her
trembling knees and pushed back onto him, taking him deeper with a
hand on his ass. He pounded into her with animalistic grunts, banging
away at her. It hurt. Hurt so fucking good. She couldn’t stop the sobs
as they poured from her. Couldn’t stop herself as she buried her face
in the mattress and used her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart, so he
could get at her pussy easily, fuck her more deeply, own her
completely.

A finger swiped through her soaked pussy then circled her ass

before pushing into her hole. Alexis screamed.

Luca’s groans and muffled cries blended with hers and

Jonah’s, and she turned her head, met his gaze. Luca looked feverish,
cock standing hard and angry as he pulled on it. He glanced up, met
her gaze, and cum shot of him, spilling out between his fingers.

Jonah buried his face in her neck, harsh breaths battering her

ear as he came inside her. His hot cum flooded her cunt as she
contracted, trying to get him to stay inside her.

“Argh!” He jerked upright, fingers digging into her hips, those

in her ass still thrusting. “Fuck. Fuck.” He punctuated the curses with
a slam of his hips. Finally he stopped moving and collapsed against
her back before rolling off to the side, a hand hugging her close. They
lay like that, until Jonah finally crawled over to Luca and yanked the
panties from his mouth.

“Fuck,” Luca whispered. He pulled Jonah into his arms,

kissing him wildly. “That was so fucking beautiful.”

Alexis huffed her agreement into the mattress. She couldn’t

form words yet and her nerves still tingled, so she writhed against the
sheets. Someone slapped her ass. She yelped silently and looked up
into Jonah’s playful gaze.

“Let’s take a rest while this one here takes a quick shower.”

He jerked a thumb at Luca, who stumbled when he stood. “Then we’ll
get back to the nasty stuff.”

Alexis rolled onto her back with a dreamy smile. “I do love

the nasty stuff.”

Luca chuckled weakly as he disappeared into the bathroom.

He left the door open, so she heard as the shower came on. Jonah
flopped back down on the bed next to her. He pressed a kiss to her
shoulder.

“Get that strap-on dick you love so much.” He winked at her.

“I want you inside me when I take Luca.”

Damn it. More juices spilled down her legs.

****

“Oh God.” Biting the pillow, Luca rocked back on the three

fingers stretching him wide. Jonah had him on his hands and knees in
the middle of the bed, fucking him deep with three digits as he
prepared Luca to take him. Luca’s thighs burned, and his cock dripped
onto the bed, soaking the sheets under his body. Over to the side,
Alexis stepped into her strap-on, securing the straps around her hips.

His ass clenched at the sight of the thick veined dildo. The

numerous times she’d pounded into him with that thing. Now she’d
take Jonah, fuck their lover while he fucked Luca, an idea Luca
couldn’t wait to have put into action.

Jonah’s fingers ghosted over his prostate, and Luca gasped,

body tensing. God, he wanted it. Wanted Jonah inside him so fucking
bad, he could taste the other man. But Jonah was taking his own sweet
time, prolonging the foreplay. Luca couldn’t take much more. He’d
been primed ever since he’d watched Jonah fuck Alexis. The look on
his face, he’d been in heaven. He’d let his guard down then, and Luca
had seen it in his eyes, the emotion as Jonah buried himself into their
woman.

And Alexis. She’d never been as gorgeous and spellbinding as

when Jonah was balls deep inside her. Her eyes, filled with pleasure,
the sounds she made. And that look as she came, Luca always wanted
to see that blissed-out look on Alexis’s face. Jonah put it there, and he
loved Jonah for that.

Jonah’s breath fanned over Luca’s ass crack, and then his

tongue slid over him, down his crack and over his hole.

“Shit.” Luca ground his cock into the bed then pushed back on

Jonah’s face. Calloused fingers pulled his cheeks apart, and Jonah
buried his face in Luca’s ass, stiffened tongue pushing into him along
with the finger. Luca humped his face as Alexis climbed on to the bed
and positioned herself behind Jonah.

God. He wished he could see what was happening.
Jonah’s mouth went away, and he heard the other man grunt

out an expletive. Then Jonah’s mouth retuned, his tongue circling
Luca’s hole. Luca reached behind him and grabbed the back of
Jonah’s head, mashing Jonah’s face back into his ass.

“Yes. Oh fuck.” He rocked back, riding Jonah’s tongue,

holding his head in place. “Shit. Fuck me with that tongue.” His spine
prickled. “Ah God. Love it. I love it.” He didn’t even know what the
fuck he was saying. He just wanted Jonah to never stop, wanted that
tongue to stay right there, getting him slick, opening him up, stabbing
into him. He bent, arched higher, and Jonah was right there, all the
way, giving him what he wanted.

When his balls tingled he squeezed the base of his cock to

delay the inevitable. Jonah pulled away, his mouth and fingers gone.
Luca cried out at the loss, but then Jonah’s cock was poking at his
entrance, opening him up and driving through the tight ring of muscle.
The burn. Like fucking fire through his veins, but God, if Luca didn’t
want it and more.

“More.” He threw his head back. “Oh God. Please.” Jonah

pulled out then plunged in. Stars burst behind Luca’s eyelids, and he
fought to breathe. He’d lose the battle, but the fucking war, that shit
was too sweet. He arched. Jonah fucked him deep, slamming up
against his prostate, and with two more thrusts of that cock against
him Luca was coming, coming, shouting out his release as he poured
it all out onto the sheets below him.

Jonah didn’t stop moving, and Luca looked over his shoulder.

Jonah’s hands were white-knuckled on Luca’s hips, his head thrown
back, eyes closed as Alexis fucked him with the strap-on.

Luca clenched. Jonah’s hold on him tightened to painful. Luca

clenched again, and Jonah’s eyes flew open. Luca held his gaze and
contracted around him. Jonah’s eyes promised payback, but his hips
were moving again, speeding up, hard and bruising as he pounded
into Luca. Alexis dictated their movements. Every time she sank into
Jonah he thrust into Luca. His body was on overload, but Luca took

the pounding. He wanted Jonah inside him, and he wanted Jonah’s
cum, marking him.

When Alexis paused in her thrusts, Luca moved off Jonah and

rolled onto his back. Jonah grabbed for him, but Luca smiled. He
lifted his legs and wrapped them around Jonah. Alexis slid a hand
over his knees, gripping tight as she nibbled Jonah’s neck. Luca
cupped Jonah’s nape, pulled him down for a kiss. He thrust his tongue
into Jonah’s mouth, as he grasped his cock and brought it back to his
greedy hole.

Jonah drove in, and Luca gasped. He tasted blood. He’d

probably bitten Jonah’s tongue, but he put that aside as his lover
began fucking him in earnest. Hands on Luca’s hips, Jonah plunged
into him, hammering his knot with every stroke. Luca grasped his
cock and jerked himself off to the sight of Jonah above him and
Alexis tweaking their lover’s nipples as she fucked him.

“Come,” Alexis said. She cupped Jonah’s jaw, turned his head

to the side and kissed him. “I want to see you both come. Fill Luca
with your cum.”

Luca’s ass spasmed at those words, and Jonah grunted.
“Do it.” Alexis pinched Jonah’s nipples, and he bucked hard,

slamming against Luca’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Luca screamed, body lifting off the bed as the orgasm

blasted through him. Before he could come down off that high, Jonah
was right there, coming inside him, flooding him, filling him.
Marking him.

Chapter Eight

“Luca and I have been thinking.”
That was never a good thing. Jonah glanced at Alexis where

she sat in the passenger seat of his truck. They’d been together for
almost seven months, and in the past three or so he’d taken to picking
her up from the store in the evenings since Luca came home after
nightfall.

“What have you two been thinking?” he asked as he pulled

into their driveway.

“You should move in with us.” She spoke the words in a

breathless rush, but he still heard and understood them.

Jonah turned off the engine and sat there staring off into the

night. Seven months together. He’d never been happier or more at
ease than when he was with Alexis and Luca. Their chemistry went
beyond the down and dirty sex. His lovers were genuinely good
people. He loved them. He hadn’t said the words, of course, but that
didn’t mean he didn’t feel it every time he looked at them sleeping
next to him, or stared at them across the dinner table at night.

“Jonah,” Alexis said, “it’s the next logical step. You’re with us

every day. You sleep in our bed every night. Hell, I’m willing to bet
most of your clothes are in the spare bedroom anyway.” She touched
his arm. “Please. Think about it.”

He jerked a nod. “Okay. I’ll think about it.” He got out of the

tuck and opened her door.

“Are you sure?” she asked as he led her into the house. “I

don’t—we don’t want to push. It’s not an ultimatum. It’s just, you’re
here every day, every night.”

He kissed her to shut her up. “I’m not mad, Alex. I know

you’re not pushing. I’ll think about it. Okay?” He pointed to the
bedroom. “You said you were tired, so take a shower and get some
rest. I’ll order in some food and wake you when it’s here.”

She bit her bottom lip, but nodded. “All right.”
He waited until she disappeared up the stairs before he

collapsed onto the couch. She was right. He spent every night in their
bed. Every morning he was there, alongside her when Luca kissed
them goodbye and left for work. Every evening he was there for
dinner. He still had the apartment, still paid rent there, but that place

just had his clothes, most of which were upstairs, filling the drawers
in the spare bedroom.

He was already moved in. Slowly, quietly he’d moved in, and

none of them had noticed. The commitment had been made with his
heart long before his head caught up. Did he want it, to be with them?
They’d already met and loved his sister, and Elayna felt the same way
about them. So it was a stupid question, since he’d already made the
decision. In all his forty-two years he’d never felt at home as when he
was with Alexis and Luca. He was comfortable and loved. They loved
him.

Again no one had said the words, but it was there every

morning Luca kissed him awake, every time Alexis called him to
check in during the work day. The love. The words. Why hadn’t they
said the words?

“Hey.”
He jerked upright. Luca grinned down at him.
“You look lost in thought.” Luca kicked off his sneakers and

dropped his bag on the floor beside the couch. “Anything I can do to
help?” He sat next to Jonah and leaned in, brushing his lips over
Jonah’s brow.

They were a touchy feely set, his lovers. They loved to touch

and be touched, to cuddle and to hug. He’d had to get used to that.

“Alexis asked me to move in.”
Luca laughed. “I thought you already had. We just figured we

should end the pretense.” His brow furrowed. “Are you—you don’t
want to?” He looked scared, and Jonah rushed to reassure him.

“Like you and Alexis said, I’m practically all moved in.” He

grabbed Luca’s hand and linked their fingers. “So we’ll make it
official. Yes.” He nodded. “I’ll move in. But I’m going thirds with
you on the bills.”

Luca’s mouth opened.
“No discussion on that.”
A wide smile creased Luca’s face, and he closed his eyes for a

second. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Jonah pulled him into his arms, and Luca went, crawling onto

his lap, straddling him until they were face to face. Jonah kissed him,
one hand at Luca’s nape, the other on his hip. He inhaled Luca’s skin,
the scent of his hair. All the things he identified as his lover. All the

things he loved. He kissed him slowly, savoring the feel of the other
man against him.

The past seven months had been a revelation, being with his

lovers. They spoiled him, but gave him his space, allowing him to be
who he wanted to be. He loved that. Loved that they didn’t crowd or
push. They trusted him to be who he was, to be true, and he trusted
them. A partnership, except they hadn’t all been officially living
together. After tonight they would be.

He broke the kiss and pulled Luca’s top off. He wore a white

T-shirt underneath the scrubs, so Jonah pulled that off, too, then licked
Luca’s nipples until his lover writhed on his lap, rocking on his cock.
Luca scraped his nails over Jonah’s scalp. Jonah shivered at the
sensation.

He bit down on Luca’s nipple, and the other man arched.
“Fuck. Jonah.”
Jonah cupped his ass and helped Luca move, helped him rock

back and forth on his shaft. He pushed a hand under the waistband of
Luca’s pants and trailed a finger down his crack and tapped his hole.

“Nngh.” Luca threw his head back.
Jonah smiled. He loved how Luca always responded to him,

so needy and helpless to do anything but take the pleasure Jonah gave.
Both his lovers were that way. He loved it. He fingered Luca’s hole
until the other man panted and begged, voice hoarse and nonsensical,
and then he stopped and shifted, depositing Luca onto the couch
beside him.

Luca tugged down his pants to mid-thigh, but that was

enough, His cock was free, and Jonah dropped to his knees, taking
him to the back of his throat with a dip of his head.

“God.” Luca grabbed his head and fucked up into his mouth.

Jonah sucked him deep, groaning around Luca’s taste as the other
man thrust up into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and pushed two
fingers into that tight hole he loved to fuck. Luca came with a grunt,
spilling down his throat. Jonah swallowed him down, his own hips
rocking.

His balls ached for release, but he ignored it. He lifted his

head and grinned at Luca. His lover grunted.

“We should ask you to move in more often.”
They chuckled and righted themselves.
“Where’s Alex?” Luca asked.

“Getting some rest.” Which reminds me. “I said we’d order in

dinner.”

“Okay.” Luca got up and walked into the kitchen. Jonah heard

him on the phone ordering Chinese, including Jonah’s favorites.

They knew him, his lovers. And he knew them. He didn’t want

to be anywhere else. Luca came back into the room moments later.

“Food ordered.” He plopped back down next to Jonah, resting

his head on Jonah’s shoulder.

Jonah rubbed his back and nuzzled his ear. “How was work?”
Luca grunted. “Today was busy, but not bad. Not at all.”
Sometimes Luca went into a funk when he had a bad day at

work. Jonah had learned to follow Alexis’s lead during those times to
never leave Luca by himself to sulk. Most often they’d end up making
love to him, both of them taking him at the same time, Alexis with her
dildo, to take him away from whatever bad things he’d seen that day.

“You’re home.”
They looked up as Alexis came into the room, her hair wet, in

just a short pale pink silk robe belted at the waist.

“I am.”
She knelt at Luca’s feet, her head in his lap.
“Heard you were resting.” Luca touched her hair, but she

shook her head.

“I just took a shower. I feel better.” She glanced up at Jonah.

“You ordered the food?”

“Luca did. Chinese.”
She smiled. “Gonna take what, forty-five minutes for them to

get here?” She rose with one hand on each man’s shoulder and turned,
giving them her back. “I know something we can do in the
meantime.” She undid the robe. The material dropped to the floor, and
she bent forward, showing them her ass and the plug nestled between
her cheeks.

“Fuck.” The word exploded out of Jonah.
Luca chuckled. “I think our woman is trying to tell us

something.”

Jonah smoothed a palm over her ass, grazing the base of the

clear plug with his knuckles. Alexis trembled. “What do you want,
baby? Tell us.”

“I want a cock in my ass and one in my pussy tonight.” She

looked over her shoulder at them coyly. “You boys decide who gets
what hole.”

“I want her ass,” Luca said.
Damn. “Fine by me. Want to feel her cream around my cock

anyway.” Jonah’d had the pleasure of sinking deep in Alexis’s tight
little ass before. He’d have it again soon. He didn’t care. As long as he
had her.

She held up a bottle of lube that she handed to Luca. “Fuck me

hard.”

She straddled Luca, crouching over him with her back to him,

her feet flat atop the cushions as she hovered over him. He’d already
pushed his pants down to his ankles, and he pulled at the plug,
fucking Alexis with it before removing it and dropping it to the floor.
As Jonah watched, Luca lubed two fingers then pushed them into her
hole. She gasped and wobbled.

Jonah kicked off his jeans and got to his knees between Luca’s

thighs, sliding his fingers between Alexis’s swollen folds. Her pink
pussy was already dripping for him. He pinched her clit, smiling when
she cried out. He waited, caressing her nub while Luca drew her down
onto his cock. The thick length disappeared slowly into Alexis, inch
by inch.

Her eyes were closed, lashes fluttering against her cheeks,

bliss on her face as Luca sank deep into her ass. Jonah bent and
suckled her clit.

She bucked. Luca cursed. Jonah pushed two fingers into

Alexis, twisted it inside her contracting core as he sucked her clit. He
liked her pussy, moaning at the taste as her cream melted on his
tongue, like fucking saltwater toffee.

He buried his face in her quivering cunt and feasted, eating her

while Luca fucked her ass and she panted and begged.

“Oh fuck. Please.”
She begged so prettily, like no one he’d ever heard before.

Jonah circled his erection, smeared pre-cum over the head as Alexis
fucked his mouth, wetting his face with her juices. Luca grunted
above him, whispering soft words of encouragement. Jonah shoved
four fingers inside her.

She yelped, pussy spasming, and Luca bucked, pounding up

into her.

“Fuck. Shit, Jonah, fuck her. I’m gonna come.”
Jonah got up, guided his cock to Alexis’s pussy and plunged

right in. Fuck. She welcomed him in with a rush of hot cream, melting
around his cock as she came, grabbing his shoulders, bucking
willingly. Jonah pounded into her, hips slapping against her, his balls
brushing up against Luca’s ass as he buried himself deeper and deeper
into Alexis’s luscious cunt. He felt Luca in there, felt his hardness as
Jonah pressed deep into Alexis. She contracted around him with her
climax.

“Jesus fuck.” Every time her cunt quivered his orgasm drew

closer. She grabbed his waist, sank her fingers into his ass cheeks.
Jonah pounded in, taking her mouth, kissing her as he stared into
Luca’s eyes.

His lovers. They were his. And he’d never get tired of this,

never get tired of them. He released Alexis’s mouth and leaned
forward on his tiptoes, kissing Luca, too. The other man’s eyes were
wild, his orgasm imminent.

Alexis’s wayward fingers circled Jonah’s hole. He grunted and

pushed back on the finger. She pushed it in.

Orgasm rushed at him, full speed. He sped up his hips as he

begged, “Fuck. More. Give me more.”

She did, giving him two fingers, sinking deep to the last

knuckle, and he came, shooting into her like a fucking rocket. She
bucked and squeezed around him, and Luca threw his head back,
muscles bulging.

“Goddamn fuck.” Luca didn’t stop moving for a long time,

and when he finally did, they all collapsed into a sticky heap on the
poor, well used couch.

“Jonah’s moving in,” Luca said softly.
Alexis squealed. “Finally.”
Jonah laughed then sobered. “I think I should tell you guys

that I—” He swallowed. “I love you.” He looked from Alexis to Luca.
“I’m in love with you.”

Alexis’s eyes looked suspiciously shiny when she smiled.

“And we’re in love with you, have been from that first night, Jonah.”

Luca nodded. “We love you, and since you’re moving in,

we’re never letting you go.”

Like Jonah wanted to be anywhere else. “I’m good where I’m

at.”

The doorbell rang.
“Not for long.” Alexis chuckled. “Someone get the food. I’d

get it, but I don’t think we want the delivery man seeing all this.” She
gestured at her nakedness.

“Hell no!” Jonah and Luca spoke in unison, both rolling away

and standing to clutch their clothes.

“You just stay your-well fucked self right there,” Jonah told

Alexis. “No moving.”

“Yeah,” Luca said. “We got this.”
Her giggles followed them out the room.

The End

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