And I almost cried then because what could be better than this ring to describe our relationship? I was bound to two men, two men who were President and CEO, both powerful, dominant and proud. They worked together, their strengths and weaknesses a perfect foil.
And now, they were bringing me into the fold. The ring represented their commitment to me, to our life together, even if it was only going to last a few more months. One diamond dark, one light, representing the men in my life.
So I swallowed thickly.
“It’s beautiful,” I said again. “Absolutely stunning.”
Mason spoke immediately.
“We’ll take it,” he growled. “It’s perfect.”
“Absolutely,” agreed Derek, looking at me hotly before his gaze slid to include Mason. “Absolutely perfect.”
I melted then, helpless and crying inside. Because yes, this ring was flawless, an emblem of everything we had together. But it was also wrong because an engagement ring symbolizes eternity, it symbolizes being together forever, but that was the thing. There was no forever for me. There was no forever, no promises, there would be no marriage certificate, no vows spoken before an officiant. This was all fake, one hundred percent for show.
And suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore. The enormity of the circumstances, the realization that I was emotionally bound to these men, that somehow I’d become invested, overwhelmed me. I couldn’t stay here, I couldn’t stay with them, pretending anymore. I had to get away. But now wasn’t the time. We were literally sitting in front of a jeweler, staring at a big diamond ring, the bright sparkle like a tear in my eye. I let out a choked chuckle.
“It’s wonderful,” I managed, pretending I was just clearing my throat. “Thank you, Mason, thank you, Derek.”
The men smiled, not even realizing that anything was wrong. After all, what woman cries when she’s handed a five figure piece of jewelry? What female wants more, asking for their souls, their hearts, their everythings?
And that’s the thing. I was an interloper, an imposter, an actress and nothing else. I was here to help carry out their storyline, and once my role was done, I’d be ushered off-stage.
So I had to leave before it got bad. I couldn’t stay for the final act, I didn’t want to take last bows, even if flowers were thrown at my feet. There was no other choice. I was going to have to find a way out … even if my heart broke in the process.
CHAPTER NINE
Katie
“Oh,” moaned Mason. “Oh god, yeah.”
Because Mason and Derek were going at it, this time Mason on Derek’s huge shaft, riding the big man like a cowboy as they fucked.
“Ummph, ummph!” growled Derek. “Harder loverboy, spread your butt, it feels better that way.”
And Mason did as commanded. He leaned forward until the two men’s mouths pressed together, chest to chest, Derek on the bottom as Mason moved up and down, riding that stiff shaft with his ass.
“Mmm,” they both grunted. “Mmm, mmm.”
I watched, mesmerized, because it was hot for sure. I’ve never been into gay sex, but seeing my two male lovers go at it? It was amazing, blowing my mind. There were two thick, hard rods, twice the amount of muscle, double the amount of masculine desire in the air, thick and virile.
And it’s not like Mason and Derek leave me out. Definitely not, the two men had already pounded me, taking turns in my pussy, both of them spurting loads of cream inside.
“Oh yeah,” they’d grunted. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, this little puss is so fucked.”
But the thing about being a trio is that the sex can last longer. Instead of just one man, you’ve got two hungry alpha males, ready to devour and consume. And so after finishing with me, they turned to each other, riding each other’s hard rods, pushing dick into anus again and again.
“Mmmph,” Derek grunted again. “Lower, sink your butt lower so it’s all the way in.”
Mason obliged. Both of them are fantastic at anal sex now, they’ve settled into it, and we do it all the time, although admittedly, their dicks are so huge it still takes quite a fair amount of prep.
But they hadn’t forgotten me, even now, with Derek’s dick halfway up Mason’s butt.
“Come on pretty lady,” gestured Derek. “Come ride my mouth, let that pussy cream slide down my throat.”
“Or here,” panted Mason, bouncing up and down the blond’s cock, his ass parted wide. “Come and let me suck your nipples, that’ll feel good. Awww, fuck,” he moaned, head dropping down as Derek reamed him especially hard. “More, more,” he groaned.