even more.
I believe there can’t be another woman who acknowledges and accepts her love for two men as easily as she does. Fallon takes care of those around her and doesn’t put up with shit from anyone—including me.
The moment I met her, she took my breath away. I opened my apartment door, and there she stood—the tutor assigned to help me graduate, looking more like a Baywatch babe than a woman who could teach me about criminal justice. She was wearing blue jean shorts that showed off her long tan legs and a tank top that drew my eyes right to her breasts. She hid her clear blue eyes behind huge black sunglasses and piled her long blond hair on the top of her head in a bun.
And then she opened her mouth to yell at me, having no idea how sensual her voice sounded.
But my dick sure did and rose to attention. And I slammed the door in her face. Gray sweats don’t hide a cock anytime, much less when it wants to jump out and play.
I should have apologized and talked to her, but I didn’t. Instead, I yelled for my roommate, Jameson, to come and deal with her.
A beautiful woman standing on my doorstep, pissed off and ready to battle, automatically turned me on. It’s a day I’ll never forget. That day became the most significant day of my life to date. It’s the day I met the woman I will marry.
I snap out of my trip down memory lane and take a long swig of my beer before returning to massaging Fallon’s feet and legs. There is something about touching her, feeling her soft, silky skin beneath my calloused fingers, that relaxes me and lets the stress fall from my body.
I watch her writhe as I massage her feet and up her calves. I slide closer so she doesn’t slip under the water as she loses herself in our touch.
Her bikini bottom floats around in the bubbling water, and I watch the sun dip below the horizon. The sky is lit up in shades of oranges and pinks with dark clouds rolling in, creating a beautiful line of demarcation between dark and light.
Much like the three of us.
Fallon is our light.
Jay brings us hope.
Me, I’m the darkness that tries to maneuver between the two.
It’s easier to live in the dark. Ignoring the good that is possible with the reality of what exists around us all. It made my decision to be a federal agent even easier. I honed my investigative skills and used them to find criminals. The ones who live underground are the ones I crave finding, though some think that shining the light on them will allow them to not be seen as the bad seeds they are. Fortunately, I work with some great men and women who are aces at teaching these folks otherwise.
Considering my job is all-consuming—yes, I’m a workaholic, but my team knows not to bother me. It’s three days once a year that I’m unreachable. Unattainable for anyone other than Fallon. Nothing matters more to me than showing Fallon what she means to me, even if it’s only for one weekend.
Jay sits up, pulls the string behind her neck, and the force of the water sweeps up the triangle top. He immediately unties the string on her back, and the top is gone. Her magnificent body is on display for us—and only us.
My cock lengthens as she wiggles around. Taking advantage of her ass sitting so close to me, I allow my hand to trail up her legs and into the promised land. I slide one finger into her hot wet pussy, then two. With my other hand, I push her hips more toward the surface and begin placing kisses over her abdomen.
One kiss.
Two kiss.
Three kiss.
I keep going until I reach her navel. Lifting my head, I wink at her while working my fingers deeper and deeper into her body. She bucks her hips hard, and I feel Jay moving and then clasping his hands onto her ass, holding her still.
I move my fingers in a “come-hither” motion and stroke her clit with my thumb. She moans loudly, and Jay leans over, capturing the sounds with a kiss. I love her moans and groans of pleasure, but what I want more is her surrender. It’s time to move this party to the bedroom.
Before the night is over, we will be one.
All three of us.
Chapter Six
Fallon
Standing in the darkened bedroom, dripping