Trinity(12)

The pressure mounting between my legs begins to become unbearable. Torn if I should make myself come or demand it from them, I moan fanatically as my orgasm kisses my temptation.

“You close, baby?” Shane reaches for me as Chase works on his cock.

“So close, but I want you. Both of you. Either of you.” I clasp his hand, struggling to breathe.

“Oh, fuck,” Shane suddenly bucks as Chase takes him deeper than before. Shane squeezes my hand as Chase drives him over the edge, fisting his cock and pumping unyielding until Shane shatters. I’m entranced as the beautiful man above me lets everything go, swept away in the current of potent pleasure. The minute Chase finishes sucking him dry, he turns his attention on me. Batting my hand away from between my legs, he covers me with his trembling body and slams into my pleading pussy without a word. We both emit a strangled sound on the moment of impact. Two ravenous bodies dying for release. I claw at his back as his commanding hips go straight for the kill, pounding the orgasm right out of me. Several God almighty thrusts later with his pelvis striking against my clit like a match, my body locks up and I catch fire. Clenching every muscle I have around him, I come in a burst; a firework display on the Fourth of July. In response to my erratic cries and convulsing core, Chase pounds away until he’s covered in sweat and strung tight as a fiddle. He buries his face in my neck and locks my body in a strong hold as he comes, his strained sounds muffled in my ear.

“Now Shane isn’t the only one who knows how good your pussy feels.” Chase heaves, still winded, but replete from his climax, kissing my collarbone tenderly.

“I didn’t know it was so sought after,” I hum euphorically, my limbs as limp as a noodle.

“More than sought after. Coveted.” Shane slides in for a toe-curling kiss.

“Mmm, agreed.” Chase pumps his semi-hard cock in and out of me as he brushes his lips up and down my neck. It’s sensation overload. Physical, emotional, spiritual. A man has never fawned over me after sex before. Not like these two.

I sigh deeply, sedate, as the three of us sink into the mattress. Limbs tangled, sexual appetites satisfied—for now.



“We promised you’d get a shot in your mouth, now open up.” Chase is kneeling above me, trapping me beneath his naked body. Shane behind him, peeking over his shoulder.

“No!” I squeal as I shake my head.

“C’mon, Jenn, open up. You chose dare.” He hovers the whipped cream nozzle over my mouth. I’m being stubborn just to be a tease. “Let’s see how much you can swallow.” He points the tip directly at my lips with a sexually charged expression.

“A lot.” I provoke him as I open my mouth. He shoots the whipped cream and I swallow one, two, three, four, five mouthfuls down.

“Impressive.” Shane raises his eyebrows mimicking Chase’s aroused predilection.

We’ve been in bed all damn morning. The two of them weren’t kidding when they said they wanted me all to themselves. I can’t tell you the last time I found so much enjoyment from doing nothing. These two love to find the fun in everything. I’m coming to discover they’re nothing but grown-up adolescents with too much time and money on their hands. They make it way too easy to just be. Be with them, be myself, be happy.

Proceed with caution.

“Okay. My turn.” I address Chase, still pinned beneath him. “Truth or dare?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Truth.”

“Chickenshit.” Shane accuses.

“Shut it,” Chase elbows him and looks down at me.

“What’s the most fucked up thing you’ve ever done?” I ask.

“Peeling the onion back are we?” Chase pokes my ribs causing me to squirm.

“Maybe.” I laugh my response.

“Hmmm,” The wheels in that pretty head of his turn. “I’m not very vindictive, but I did have this roommate in college who was a total bitch. I don’t know if it was me, or she just had a chip on her shoulder, but it irritated the shit out of me because I was faultless.”

“Sure you were,” Shane heckles him.

“I was.” Chase is adamant. “We barely crossed paths that semester. I was always at the library or buried in a book.”

“I believe it. You are a bit of a geek,” Shane continues to tease him.

“You’re going to get it,” Chase glowers back at him.

“Bring it.” Shane rises to the challenge, goading him purposelessly.

“Hey,” I interject. “Focus. What happened with the girl?”

“Well,” Chase looks me in the eyes. “I figured if she was going to act like a bitch to me I might as well give her a reason to.”

“What did you do?” I probe.

“Fucked her boyfriend.” He snickers. “Imagine her face when he told her they were breaking up so he could be with me.”

“Oh my god, that’s terrible.” I chide.

Chase shrugs innocently. “It is, but you asked.”

“It’s how the game is played.” I giggle.

Resting contently on the pillow I spy the time and am hit with a little pang of guilt. It’s almost one in the afternoon. “I hate to break up this party, but I have to go.” I deliver the bad news.

“To the bathroom?” Shane attempts some backhanded humor.

“Home. For just a bit. To get some clothes.” I bat my eyelashes at him. At both of them, because it’s clear neither of them like the idea of me leaving.

“The only place you’re going is the kitchen so we can have you for lunch. I mean,” Chase corrects. “Have lunch.”

I run my finger up Chase’s chiseled abs seductively. “It will be a quick trip.”

“No,” Chase leans in and bites my neck as Shane climbs up the mattress and settles beside me. I don’t want to leave, believe me. But I need clean underwear. An entire suitcase full of it with these two.

I try a different tactic. “I have to go. For a little while. But I promise when I get back you can have me for dinner and dessert.” I rub them each between their legs, feeling their cocks stiffen from my light touch.

“Do you think doing that is going to help your cause?” Shane growls in my ear.

“Yes, because I’ll finish what I started as soon as I get back. It will give both of you something to look forward to.”

“We can just pin you to the bed and you can finish now. No waiting required.” Chase moves in and I know instantly if I don’t wiggle my way out of this now, I’ll never escape this house.

“Please. I also need to go see Pops. I can’t not show up.”

Chase pauses, picking up on the urgency in my voice. I didn’t go into much detail about mine and Pops relationship, aside from the fact I’m the longtime manager and have taken over running the restaurant since his decline in health.

Chase and Shane share that quiet contemplative look. I’ve come to wonder if they really can read each other’s minds.

“Why is he so important to you?” Shane asks seriously, invoking their right to peel back the onion. It’s not a threatening or vindictive question. It stems from sheer curiosity. Genuine interest. I exhale shakily, knowing if we are really going to pursue a relationship, this conversation is inevitable. “Pops is more than just my boss. He’s like a father to me.” I peel the first tiny layer away. “He’s the only person who’s ever truly cared. I owe him everything.”

Their touch turns tender, a snag of empathetic silence hanging in the air. “Okay.” Shane placates. “We won’t make you stay. But for the record. Pops isn’t the only one who cares.”

I actually blush. Too fast. Too soon. Too easy.

They make it way too easy to let my guard down. Dangerous.

And way too tempting.

I smile, pressing a sweet kiss on Shane’s lips. “I promise I’ll be quick. I’m looking forward to dessert.” Shane smirks against my mouth as Chase works his way in to steal his own embrace, first from me, then Shane. I touch the place their lips seamlessly connect. Shane nips at my finger friskily, hitting me with a salacious, megawatt smile.

I know right then, when it comes to these two, I’m fucking toast.





“C’MON, OLD MAN,” I CAJOLE POPS to open his mouth one more time. “Lobster bisque is your favorite.”

Pops takes one more tired bite of the soup then shakes his head. “No more.”

He barely ate anything. I drop the spoon in the bowl, defeated, hiding how much his ailing health is affecting me. I can’t let it show it’s killing me as quickly as it’s killing him. My chest aches just looking at his frail form. Less than a year ago, he weighed over one-hundred- eighty pounds. Now, he barely weighs a hundred.

“Tired?” I whisper as his eyelids flutter, fighting to stay open.

“Very,” he wheezes, not even bothering to hide it. He used to at least try to put up a front, pretending his doctors were exaggerating the severity of the emphysema. But I’ve watched his downturn. The last few weeks have been the worst. I don’t want to leave. I wish I could curl up on the recliner in the corner and be here when he takes his last breath. I don’t want him to die alone or scared. I want him to know I’m here, with him, the same way he’s always been with me. Pops drifts off without a warning. Just slips away into slumber. My eyes mist with tears, but none fall. He made me promise. No waterworks. His exact words. He gave me a pass for only one day. The day he dies.