share together. That was until…”
Avery stands still, waiting for me to finish my sentence. “Until what?” she asks.
My eyes connect with hers, and Knox’s arms pull me closer. I’m going to give her the answer because this is our in, our chance. “That was until now—until you.”
7
Avery
I make the most asinine excuse at Rowan’s declaration and fly back home. I didn’t imagine the attraction both men have for me. And at the same time, I can’t ignore how my heart beats differently when both men are in my presence.
I can’t sleep. The idea of both men flanking me in my bed—or theirs, I guess it doesn’t matter—makes it almost impossible not to grab my vibrator with images of both of them attending to my needs. Would they start at my pussy, ripping off my panties, tearing them from my body? Are they the kind of men who can unfasten my bra with one hand? Do they pebble kisses up and down my body, or would they ravish me with little love bites?
Plus, the idea of two hot as sin men getting one another off is pretty sexy, too. Is Ro the top, or is it in Knox's fun-loving nature that he takes control? Or do they take turns? Oh, do I want to know. And I want all these ideas, thoughts, and desires flashing through my mind. I slip one finger down past the hem of my underwear and start at my clit. The vibrator would be faster, but with my fingers, I can last longer.
I can see the look of lust vividly on Ro’s face as Knox’s lips wrap around the tip of his cock. In my mind, Knox’s cock is long and a little leaner than Ro’s, but certainly wide enough to fill me up. Ro’s would be not quite as long but wider, stretching me fully.
All this flashes through my mind as I use my other hand to finger-fuck myself. Even though I desire Knox’s fingers inside me as I watch him give Ro the blowjob of the century. Sure, these positions may not work in real life, but this is why it’s my fantasy.
My fingers, as I imagine they’re the sexy duo from next door, are bringing me close to ecstasy. In my fantasy, their faces are now over me, telling me to let go, to give in, and hell, do I ever give in. I come so hard, but my moans have to be contained because I don’t want any unnecessary questions from my nosy sister in the morning. Could I give in to these two men, so quick and so easy? And never be ashamed. I’ve never had a man who could own me like I know they would. I’ve never had a man treasure me as I think they would. And boy, do I want it all with them.
Murphy’s law is the bitch it’s always been, and this has to be the worst timing, too. My court date for legal guardianship of Whitney is four days before Christmas. I can’t imagine that my uptight social worker, Cassie, who has her bun pinned in the most restricting way, would find a ménage à trois a suitable relationship.
I peer over at the alarm clock, reading 3:30 a.m. I’ve laid here for over four hours, thinking of what my neighbors revealed to me. But I don’t know—could it have been a slip of the tongue? Hell, if I were to wager a guess, I’d say sharing their desires with me was intentional on both their parts.
Desire and chemistry—I certainly feel that with both men. Cherished and respected and more. But I’d have no idea what goes into this said triad they speak of. My stomach tightened even at the understood connotation when our eyes were on the three adults and the sweet little boy.
Tugging at the switch on the lamp, I grab my phone, adjusting my eyes to the light from the pitch black. Pushing up in my bed, I cover up with a part of my quilt.
Typing in ménage à trois, I’m directed to the term polyamorous relationships and select it immediately. The first part of this article defines the term polyamory. I read it out loud as though hearing it from my mouth to my ears would help me to understand it better. “Polyamory is practicing or being open to intimate relationships with more than one person. In this day and age, more couples consent to bring another person into their committed relationships, thus