to.” He shakes his head. “No, that’s a fucking copout. I don’t want anyone but you two. I…love you both.”
“Come here.” Grayson’s voice is rougher than normal.
Derek rises and walks around the coffee table. We part for him to sit between us, and it seems the most natural thing in the world to bracket him in and press against him from either side. I slip under his arm and cuddle close. “I love you, too.”
“We both do,” Grayson murmurs.
“This is a terrible idea. You know that, right?” Derek looks between us.
I laugh and give him a squeeze. “We’ll find our way through.”
We begin talking almost hesitantly, but settling into the conversation quickly. What it will look like for us to try. How we can adapt our lives to accommodate for three. If things go well, maybe Derek will move in with us before too long, though that will mean a larger apartment. Maybe a house with a yard and the full nine yards. Kids. Kids.
But all that is in the future.
My alarm goes off at eleven-thirty. Derek looks at me with surprise, but Grayson is grinning. He nudges his friend. “Emma’s superstitious about New Year’s Eve.”
I push to my feet. “It’s as much tradition as superstition and you know it.” I hold out my hand to Derek. “I’m a firm believer in starting the year how you intend to move through it, and I want this year to be the three of us.”
Derek snorts. “So that’s what you two are doing at midnight every year.”
“Guilty.” Grayson stands. “And now it’s the three of us.”
Chapter 18
We move into the bedroom and I light a few carefully placed candles while they undress. I turn in time for Derek to pull me into his arms as Grayson moves to press against my back. They undress me as quickly as they undressed each other, and then the three of us are pressed together, skin to skin. I want to hurry and I want to slow down, and the warring impulses nearly tear me in two.
Grayson twines his fingers through my hair and I eagerly give in to the slight pressure that guides me to my knees. I wrap a fist around Derek’s cock and take him into my mouth. Was it really only six days ago that we had sex? It feels like forever. I suck him down, driven on by Grayson’s hand in my hair, by Derek’s soft curse.
I open my eyes to find them making out as I suck Derek’s cock. I grip Grayson’s cock with my free hand and move to suck him down. They allow me to switch back and forth a few times before Derek hauls me to my feet and takes the few steps to get us on the bed. He kisses me hard. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
Grayson presses against Derek’s back and kisses his neck. “We don’t have much time if Emma want us fucking by midnight.”
I’m already nodding. “I do. I really, really do. We can go slow later.”
Derek chuckles. “Always so ready to jump the gun. We have plenty of time.” He moves down my body. I try to pull him back up, but he’s so much stronger than I am. A thrill goes through me at how easily he ignores my tugging hands. I meet my husband’s gaze as Derek drags his tongue over my pussy.
This is happening. He’s here, really with us, really choosing us.
Grayson grins at me, looking happier than he has all week. He turns his attention to Derek. “Make her come. Then you can fuck her tight, wet pussy while I take your ass.”
Derek growls his agreement against me. But he doesn’t speed up. He takes his time reacquainting himself with my pussy, licking in thorough strokes that leave no part of me untouched. It’s so, so good. I feel fucking cherished, and the way Grayson sifts his fingers through Derek’s hair and guides him up to my clit only compounds the sensation.
This is real.
I try to hold out. I do. But the realization that I can have this whenever I want it, that this is the start of a new chapter in all our relationship… It pushes me over the edge as surely as Derek’s wicked tongue does. Mine. These men are mine and I’m theirs and I’ve never felt more loved than I do in this moment.
Derek moves up my body and guides his cock into me. One inch at a time, sliding deeper by increments