Drama

WEST
Zeke disappeared straight after dinner, claiming he had work to do, but Xander and I know him well enough to know that he’s freaking out. Lily is better than we could have hoped or imagined. This thing with her might actually have a shot, and that scares the shit out of him. Because he really fucking likes this one.
I walk Lily down the hallway toward the guest room. Xander got to take her home last night, and the charming little fucker kissed her, so it’s my turn to escort her to bed. I stuff my hands into my pockets to stop myself from touching her. She’s covered from her neck to her fucking toes, but in some ways that’s worse because I can’t stop thinking about peeling those clothes off her body and running my hands over every goddamn inch of her skin.
My cock aches for a little relief, and it would be so fucking easy to slide myself inside her and stay there until sunrise. She g

I work my fingers harder, rubbing the knuckle of my thumb over her clit as I drive faster and deeper. Her body tenses. Her eyelids flutter and her eyes roll back. “That’s my girl. Give me everything you got.”
Her hands fist in my shirt as she lets go for me, her back arching off the wall. She rides the waves of her orgasm, whimpering my name while she comes. When I’ve rubbed the last tremors from her body, I slip my fingers out of her and place them in my mouth, keeping my eyes locked on hers while I suck them clean. Her delicious cum floods my senses. Her scent. Her taste. Her silky sweetness coats my tongue. “You taste fucking incredible, princess.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, averting her gaze.
I grab her jaw and tilt her head so she’s forced to look at me. She doesn’t get to act shy now, not after she’s the one who prompted all this. My heart thumps like a bass drum. My cock is harder than a steel girder and is currently leaking in my boxers. I’m desperate to get away from her so I can jack off with her scent still in my nose and her taste in my mouth. “So, compatible then?”
Her lips spread in a slow, sexy smile. “Very.”
I lean in and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. I need to tear myself away from her while I still can. “Goodnight, Lily.”
“Night, West.”
When I get to my room, Xander is sitting on my bed in just his boxers. Just like it does every time I see it, the tattoo on his chest—Poseidon and his trident—reminds me how lucky I am to have him and Zeke in my life. He grins at me, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You made her come, didn’t you?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“I heard her moaning your fucking name.”
“Then fuck yeah, I made her come.”
He palms his cock through his boxers and grunts his approval. “How did she feel?”
“Like fucking heaven, Fitch. Hot and wet and so goddamn tight. She’s so fucking sweet. But I dunno.” I shake my head and suck in a breath. “She’s a little dangerous too. Inexperienced for sure but not shy. She loves the thrill. And despite what Zeke says, she’s not naive.”
He scoots back and lies on the pillows with his arms behind his head. “You think she’ll agree to our proposal?”
“I don’t know. I sure fucking hope so, because she tastes even sweeter than she looks.”
He glares at me. “You tasted her?”
“I sucked her cum off my fingers.”
“Fuck, West,” he groans.
I sit beside him on the bed and run the two fingers I just had inside her over his lips. He opens his mouth and I slip them inside, allowing him a taste of her too. His blue eyes darken as he sucks greedily, swirling his expert tongue over my knuckles
and making my already aching cock throb painfully.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” I growl, pulling my fingers out of his mouth and replacing them with my tongue. His hands slide through my hair, and he tugs me to lie on top of him. I grind my hard cock against his, and he moans into my mouth, letting me swallow the sounds he makes.
“Fuck me, West,” he pleads. “It’s been too long.”
I press my forehead against his. “I’m sorry. I know I get crazy when we’re close to closing a deal.”
He grazes his knuckles over my cheek. “You get distant, not crazy.”
“You staying in here with me tonight?”
His tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip. “Yeah.”
“Is Zeke okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, he’s just processing.”
Pushing up onto my forearms, I rake my eyes over his face and down his toned, muscular body. He’s right. It’s been way too long. I arch an eyebrow at him. “Suck my cock like a good boy and I’ll fuck you.”
He flips me onto my back and rolls on top of me. “You’re such an alpha-hole sometimes, you know that, right?”
“You fucking love it.”
He works his mouth down my body, all teeth and tongue lashing over my skin. I push his head lower, trying to move him closer to my aching dick, but he chuckles, enjoying my torment. He’s such a fucking brat.
“The more you tease me, the more I’ll make it hurt,” I snap.
“Why do you think I’m teasing you?”
I growl. “Suck my fucking cock, Fitch!”
He licks a trail across my abs before swirling his tongue over the crown, humming appreciatively as he cleans off the precum already collecting there. Then he swallows me whole, wrapping his sinful lips around my shaft and taking me balls- deep into his throat.
I fist my hands in his hair, holding his head still while I thrust my hips and fuck his mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that too.”
He looks up at me, his bright blue eyes watering as he chokes on my length. I swipe the pad of my thumb over his cheek. “You take my cock like such a good boy.”
He winks at me, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder, and a few moments later, I come down his perfect throat.
I LEAN against the door frame, arms folded across my chest as I watch her and Xander chat over breakfast. I can’t hear their conversation, but she keeps giggling—he does too. The sound of their combined laughter reverberates around the expansive kitchen and makes me smile. They look so good together, and the thought of fucking the two of them, or of fucking him while he’s inside her, has my balls tightening and heat tingling at the base of my spine. Zeke comes up beside me, and we both stare at the two of them. I’m sure he’s thinking the exact same thing I am.
After a few seconds, he clears his throat, reminding me I have somewhere else to be. The car is waiting for me, and I need to leave. I straighten my tie and roll my shoulders back. Fuck giving her time. She s, ours, and she needs to accept that sooner rather than later.
I press my lips against Zeke’s ear. “I want her, Zeke. Make it happen.”

Holy fucknuggets. He’s gotta be screwing with me. “At the same time?” I croak.
“Yes, at the same time. Although to the outside world, it will appear like you’re only dating one ofus.”
Xander shoots a glare at West before directing his attention to me. “Well, it’s more than dating.”
I frown. “More than dating?”
West nods. “We’d like you to move in here with us for three months.”
Now I know he’s messing with me. A laugh bubbles from my lips, but none of them are laughing or even smiling, so I humor them. “Three months? And then what happens after? I just go on my merry way and we pretend we’re friends? Or we never speak again? How does that part work?”
Xander sighs. “Three months is just the starting point. To see if this thing between us works. If it does, then …”
I tilt my head. “Then?”
Xander shrugs. “Then you stay here.”
I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, so I merely sit and gape at the three of them.
“I told you we should have taken this slower and drawn up a contract,” West grumbles.
I almost fall off my stool. “A contract?”
West nods. “We told you we’ve done this before, Lily. Many times. But we usually don’t spring this on someone the second time we meet. And we usually draw up a contract explaining all the rules.”
This is sounding freakier by the second. “The rules?”
“He’s making it sound weirder than it is,” Xander says, shooting West another warning glare.
My mind races with questions, all of them begging to be asked first. “So, what happened to all of these other women you tried this with?”
West glares at me, his jaw ticking. “They didn’t work out, obviously.”
I wrinkle my nose and shake my head. “Three super-hot billionaire dudes ask a woman to live with them and ‘date’”—I actually use air quotes for that word and hate myself for it—“them, and it never works out. What the hell is wrong with you all?”
Zeke snorts into his wine, and that makes me smile.
Xander arches one eyebrow. “You think we’re super hot?”
I roll my eyes and fix Xander with the hardest glare I can muster. “Oh, come on. You own mirrors. Like you don’t already know that.”
West lets out a deep sigh and draws our attention back to him. “Maybe it wasn’t us. Perhaps there was something wrong with them.”
Of course. Always the women’s fault, right. Misogynistic assholes. “Ah, I see now.” With a nod, I slide off my stool.
“You see what?” Xander asks.
“You just use them up for three months and then toss them out, is that it? I mean are these poor women supposed to satisfy all of your needs every single day and night? It must be exhausting.” Despite my argument, what they’re asking has my panties wet and I haven’t even been touched. But that’s just the fantasy of it all, right? “I bet the reality of dating you three means constant blowjobs with minimal return.”
“Actually, Xander and West give incredible blow jobs, so that wouldn’t fall entirely on you,” Zeke replies coolly, and I realize I said that last part out loud.
But wait. What? Now this just got a whole lot more interesting. Studying the three of them, I wait for someone to say that I’m being punked, but they’re all wearing dead-serious expressions. I must admit, they are the finest looking men I’ve ever seen, and the thought of them together as well as with me—I have to clench my fists to keep from fanning my face. The visual alone is enough to make a girl come in her panties. But what on earth do they see in me?
Xander licks his lips. “And it’s less like minimal return”—he glances between his two friends—“and more like three times your investment back.”
“I’d say more,” West adds, and his eyes twinkle with deviousness. “The number of times we make a return has never been an issue.”
I swallow the breath that sticks in my throat. Triple the orgasms. My pussy clenches, letting me know she approves, and I squeeze my thighs together to silence her. “So, you’re all together.” I wave my hand in the air. “Like with each other too?”
Xander grins. “Yeah.”
“So, who’s a top and who’s a bottom? Or do you all switch?”
West cracks a smile, but it’s Xander who replies. “Zeke and West are tops. I’m a bottom.”
I nod, fascinated by their dynamic. I had no freaking clue they were together like that, but I guess what they do in private is their business. And maybe mine now too? “I’m a bottom by the way. Just FYI.”
For some reason that makes Xander and West laugh, and even Zeke shows a trace of amusement.
“What? Some women top.”
At this point, West slides off his stool and walks around the island. He stands so close to me that I can smell his fresh masculine scent, and it makes the space between my legs ache with need.
“If you agree to this, Lily, there’s not a single scenario where it won’t be you getting fucked by one of us. We know you’re a bottom, princess.”
I swallow hard. Holy cow, I so want to be fucked by all three of them. I mean not all at the same time—or maybe at the same time? Shaking my head to clear it, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I breathe in West’s scent, and it must scramble my senses because I’m actually considering this. “H-how long do I have to make a decision?”
He leans closer, his lips dusting over my hair. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he reaches behind me and grabs my glass from the counter. “Take a few days.”
Licking my lips, I nod.
His cloudy gray eyes narrow on my face. “We’re discreet about our lifestyle, Lily. Whether you agree to this or not, we ask that you keep this to yourself.”
“Of course,” I assure him. What I don’t tell him is that keeping secrets is my thing. That I have so many secrets of my own, I sometimes forget what the truth is supposed to be.

WEST
Zeke disappeared straight after dinner, claiming he had work to do, but Xander and I know him well enough to know that he’s freaking out. Lily is better than we could have hoped or imagined. This thing with her might actually have a shot, and that scares the shit out of him. Because he really fucking likes this one.
I walk Lily down the hallway toward the guest room. Xander got to take her home last night, and the charming little fucker kissed her, so it’s my turn to escort her to bed. I stuff my hands into my pockets to stop myself from touching her. She’s covered from her neck to her fucking toes, but in some ways that’s worse because I can’t stop thinking about peeling those clothes off her body and running my hands over every goddamn inch of her skin.
My cock aches for a little relief, and it would be so fucking easy to slide myself inside her and stay there until sunrise. She glances sideways at me, a shy smile on her lips. Her dark eyelashes flutter against her pink cheeks.


Chapter 12-1