Trinity(48)

I set the table with pretty snowflake plates and a wreath-like centerpiece adorned with red pillar candles and small red and gold balls. If I’m going to be forced to host a holiday, I’m at least going to do it right. Everyone at the table seems to appreciate my efforts, but it’s abundantly clear the dynamic is off. Sam isn’t stupid. She knows I’ve had a thing for Dev and vice versa, but I can see her trying to figure out exactly how Reese fits in. She catches everything, like the way Dev places his hand protectively on my neck or how Reese grips my hips possessively when I brush past him. The gestures are subtle, but still loud and clear.

The conversation is light throughout dinner, and I’m thankful Sam is looking better and acting more herself.

With the boys’ help, I clear the table, while Sam takes it upon herself to inspect the first floor. I see her casually canvassing the tree and all the presents underneath it. If I know her, she’s taking a tally. I can tell you now, there are double the amount of girlie things.

Sam returns to the dining room with inquisitive brown eyes but doesn’t comment. No, she wouldn’t. She knows better than that. She does things tactfully, like cornering her niece while no one is around to interrogate her. While no one is around to defend her or stick up for her.

It’s close to nine p.m. by the time Sam is ready to say good night. As apprehensive as I was for this dinner, it wasn’t as painful as I expected.

“Walk me out?” she asks as Reese and Dev start a fire in the living room.

“Of course.” Here it comes, the inevitable.

We both slip on our coats and walk out into the brisk December air. It’s a beautiful night, so crisp and clear the stars are actually twinkling. I barely have the front door closed before Sam attacks. “What the hell is going on?”

I should have drank more wine to prepare for this conversation.

“With what?” I play coy at first.

“Don’t, Kayla.” She’s having none of it.

Fuck, this is so awkward. I pull on the front of my coat uncomfortably. I’m so flustered; I want to strip down to my underwear just to cool off.

“Just ask what you want to ask.” I think answering will be easier than straight out explaining.

“Are . . . Are you dating both of them?” The expression on her face is mystified.

Dating is a mild way to put it.

“Yes,” I confirm.

I think for the first time in my life I’ve left Sam speechless. And that’s saying a lot considering my past.

“How does that work exactly? Do they share custody? One gets you on the weekend and one during the week?” She crackles with irritation.

I shake my head slowly, sadly. I’m about to blow my aunt’s mind.

“The three of us are together all of the time.”

She ponders this for an elongated while.

“All of the time?”

I nod.

Don’t get me wrong. There are times I’m just with Dev or Reese alone, but those instances are few and far between. For the most part, sex always involves three.

“How . . . ? I mean . . . ?” She motions with her hands trying to articulate something. “How does it work?” She finally makes a circle with her pointer and thumb and shoves a finger through it.

I actually laugh. “You want schematics?”

“Not really.” She curls her lip, retracting her question. “What I really want is to make sure you know what the hell you’re doing.” She places her hands on my arms seriously.

“I do. It’s complicated and unusual, I’ll admit, but it works for us.”

Sam creases her eyebrows, indecisively. “Just as long as you know what you’re doing,” she reiterates.

“Does anyone really know what they’re doing?”

“No.” She pulls me into a tense hug, and I feel her skepticism. “I love you, crazy. Like my own daughter.”

“I know.” I hug her back.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. No matter what happens.” She glances at the door behind me. I know what she’s getting at. When things with Reese and Dev go south, she’ll have a gallon of ice cream and a bottle of wine with my name on it. I really hope it never comes to that.

“Please, please be smart,” she implores.

“I will.”

I watch her cruiser pull away before I go back inside. I drop my coat on the banister then collapse between Dev and Reese on the couch. The fire is crackling, and the TV is on mute.

“Everything okay?” Dev asks, angling his body toward me.

“Ye-es,” my answer wavering.

“Did you come right out and tell her?” Reese probes.

“I didn’t have to. She knew. She’s not stupid. She’s a cop. Intuition is her bread and butter.”

“What did she say?” Both men are highly invested in the answer.

“She wasn’t exactly thrilled, but she didn’t condemn me, either.”

“It’s something that takes some getting used to,” Dev assures me.

“I know.” I play with the neckline of his sweater. “I just worry, is all. I don’t want to alienate anyone in our lives because of what we have.”

“I don’t think that will ever happen. Sam loves you. And she’ll love both of us soon enough.” Dev kisses me softly, thawing my icy insides.

“Because what’s not to love, right?” Reese skims his teeth down my neck.

“You have a point.” I close my eyes and revel in the feel of their lips on my skin.

“Did you have a nice Christmas?” Dev asks as his hand travels down my torso.

“Yes.” I flutter my eyelashes, letting my gaze jump back and forth between them. “Only one thing could make it better,” I purr as they paw at me.

“We’re getting there.” Reese bites my neck and massages my breast. They splay my arms and legs apart before both sliding a hand into my pants. My moan is unstoppable as together they tease me with one finger each, Dev sliding into my entrance, Reese playing with my clit. All I can do is arch as they pleasure me. Control me.

“I need to see it.” Dev shifts, withdrawing from me. The lust thick as smoke in his voice. “And I want you to watch. Naked. Now.”

He’s so bossy. I love it. It makes me insanely wet. They strip me naked but keep their clothes on. They like it that way. Me, bare, just for them. It’s a dominance thing.

They pin each of my arms behind their backs, prop me up, and spread me wide, so my pussy is on full display to all three of us. Each one of my legs hooked over one of theirs. It’s a confining position—a statement position. They’re in no mood to dick around. They want me wet, they want me needy, and they want to fuck. I’m their puppet, and they want to play.

Reese and Dev resume their earlier stations. One finger in my pussy, the other on my clit.

“Watch us, Kayla. Watch us get you off just like this,” Dev commands. He knows how crazy watching makes me. The room is dim, but the fire highlights my body perfectly, showcasing their every ministration over my pink, swollen flesh. The orange flame kissing my bare skin and their traveling hands.

I whine and whimper as I watch Dev pump his fingers in and out, alternating one then two, while Reese strums my clit, massaging it, pulling it, even going so far as to slap it every now and again. I’m raging with sensation as I climb a mountain of ecstasy. Higher and higher they push me, until I’m dangling off the steepest cliff. I fly apart under their relentless touch, their hands so skilled and insistent, I can’t decipher up from down or left from right.

“I’m gonna come!” my voice pitches. “You’re going to make me come!” I try to move, flex my hips, but they hold me down, forcing the blistering climax to gather right between my legs. The storm inside me is tornadic, stealing all my breath as they work me harder.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream, my muscles tearing. My pussy and their fingers shimmering with wetness as I come in continuous waves.

I finally go limp, once the climax chooses to pass.

“So fucking hot.” Reese bites my earlobe, hard. “We need to fuck. Right now.”

He rolls the coffee table out of the way then drags me down to the ground, ripping his pants open as he goes.

In my lethargic state, I let him do what he wants, not even close to recovering.

Reese climbs on top of me, his jeans still around his hips, and thrusts savagely, the head of his cock hitting me right under my belly button. But I’m still so tender, I crunch up in a mishmash of pleasure and pain. Holy fuck.

“Who do you belong to, Kayla?” He fucks me hard. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You!” I squirm beneath him. “You and Dev.”

“That’s right, baby, me and Dev. Never forget it. Never forget how hard we make you come.” He punches in deep, over and over, until I have to grab onto him for dear life.

“Reese.” I struggle for air as he pounds into my body. My arousal smearing all over his cock, balls, and our thighs.

Another orgasm begins to spark inside me.

“Oh, God!” I sound almost in distress.

“You close, baby? You want Dev’s cock in your ass? You want us both to pound that orgasm out of you?”

“Yes,” I beg. Because nothing feels better than the two of them inside me at the same time. I don’t feel sexier, safer, or more secure than when I’m wedged between them.