Chapter 12

Adeline woke to find Orion asleep beside her, his face vulnerable in repose. Handsome too. Looking at him made her think of what Ambrose had said, about taking them both as lovers.

Much too soon to contemplate. She'd only barely met them.

Yet she'd let Ambrose pleasure her to climax. What if Orion wanted to do the same?

Such a slutty thing to contemplate.

Also very titillating.

At the same time, how could she even dare to think she could satisfy not one but two incredible hunks?

It would be exciting to try.

If it was real. What if she dreamed?

Orion opened his eyes. "Good morning, sweetheart."

"Hey," her soft reply.

"Did you sleep okay?"

She nodded and wondered if he knew what she and Ambrose had done. She bit her lower lip.

"Don't you go being all shy on me. I know you and Ambrose fooled around, and I'm cool with it. He says he talked to you a bit about the fact we're both interested in you."

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how to feel about it." Embarrassed, for one. She never actually thought people had discussions about that kind of thing. Heck, she never thought anyone would propose it to her.

"Do you like us?"

"Yes, but I also barely know you."

"Which is why dating exists."

"Date both of you?"

"Don't think of us as two separate people. Me and Ambrose, we're a team. We've shared everything since a young age."

"Even women?" she had to ask.

"Nope. You'd be the first and only because you're special."

Her nose scrunched. "Not really."

"You are to us. And we'd really like to show you how much if you'll let us."

"By having a threesome," she stated, the words blurting out from her lips.

"By doing whatever you're comfortable with. Being in a throuple doesn't have a set of rules. Some take turns when it comes to lovemaking, others prefer a threesome in the bedroom."

"What do you want?" she asked.

"For now, a morning snuggle."

Did snuggle mean sex?

He must have deciphered her expression because he uttered a low husky chuckle. "I just mean cuddle, unless you're in the mood for something more."

"I don't know what I want," her honest admission. "I mean this is unexpected, and I don't know what I want or think."

He smiled. "Would it help if I said we've never done this before? Never wanted to?"

"Then why me?"

"Like I said, there's something about you that draws us both. Call it fate. Love at first sight—"

"Love?" she squeaked.

His eyes crinkled at the corners. "Yeah, I can't believe I said it either."

"It's too soon."

"Is it? I always wondered what people meant when they said love at first sight. In my case, it might have been the first bite of that sandwich."

"I do make a mean sandwich," she said with a lilt of her lips.

"You also wield a mean bat."

"I am sorry about that."

"Don't be. I like that you're tough. Now come here and let me enjoy your softer side." He reached for Adeline, and she scooted over to be in his arms. Nice, a different nice than Ambrose. Not better, not worse. Just different.

She pressed her cheek to his chest and could feel the steady beat of his heart.

Orion continued to talk. "I know I joked about the sandwich, but the truth is the moment I saw you, something clicked inside me."

"The moment I saw you, I thought you were a flirt."

He laughed. "I've been known to be a bit of a ladies man."

"Ambrose isn't," she stated.

"He is not. Hence his surprise at my interest in you. But there comes a time in a man's life when he finally realizes he's found what he's always been searching for."

"Me."

"Yes, you. And I'm really hoping you'll give us a chance."

Because what they suggested would be life-altering—and possibly heart-shattering—she had to ask, "Let's say I agreed to be with you both, how do I know you won't get bored and ditch me?"

"For one, Ambrose isn't the type. As for me, I told you, it's different with you. Had I wanted to just bang you, I would have done it the first time I saw you."

She snorted. "You're assuming my panties drop that easily."

"Oh, I know they don't. You're a good girl," he murmured against the top of her head.

"Not always," she retorted.

"Agreed. You were naughty last night. You enjoyed Ambrose's lovemaking."

She froze in his arms.

"It's okay. I'm not jealous. It arouses me to know you were being pleasured. Touched."

"Oh." She had no reply.

"Are you wet right now?" he whispered.

To her embarrassment, she was. She nodded.

"May I touch you?" The playboy asking for permission.

How could she refuse? "Yes."

His hand slid between her legs, parting her lips, stroking her. "Mmm. I'll bet you taste like honey."

Wait, was he going to go down on her too?

His hand kept touching. Teasing…

"What do you like?" he asked.

"What you're doing," she admitted.

"And what about when Ambrose licked you?"

She shivered. "I really liked that too."

"Do you want me to lick you?"

"Yes." She sighed the word.

He lay on his back. "Bring me that sweet pussy of yours."

"What?"

"I want you to control how I eat you, so sit that sweet pussy of yours on my face."

Her cheeks burned. "But I might hurt you."

"Oh, sweetheart, you ain't gonna hurt me unless my aching balls count."

While her cheeks might be hot, she couldn't deny the allure of his words or suggestion. She moved so that she straddled his chest. Ambrose's shirt hung down, hiding her body from view.

"Closer," he whispered, his hands cupping her ass.

He drew her to his mouth, and she gasped as he put his lips on her. He didn't stop with just a kiss. She gripped the headboard as he tongued her thoroughly, lapping at her clit, teasing apart her lips, making her pant with need.

When he finally thrust a finger inside, she came. Hard and fast, slumping for a second before throwing herself off his face to huff, "Are you okay?"

He chuckled. "I am fantastic, sweetheart."

She eyed the tent in the blankets. "Do you need a hand?"

"Only if you want to."

She did actually. She started by creeping her hand under the covers to grab him. Thick and long. She stroked him slowly, and he closed his eyes with a groan.

Given his obvious enjoyment, she flipped back the covers and saw him, fully erect with a bit of a curve. She kept stroking him up and down and somehow missed the door opening. She froze at the sight of Ambrose standing there.

Should she apologize? Stop?

His expression smoldered as he murmured. "Keep going."

She stared at Ambrose as she stroked Orion. The moment oddly intimate. His titillation evident by the erection pushing at his pants.

She glanced down at her right hand on Orion's cock before holding out her left to Ambrose.

His brows rose, and he mouthed, Are you sure?

She nodded. It didn't seem fair to give to one and not the other.

Ambrose came to the side of the bed and pushed his pants down, revealing a thicker, if shorter cock. Just as tempting. She grabbed hold and began stroking him in rhythm with Orion.

It was a surreal moment, something out of a porn flick, but she was the sexy star. She stroked them faster, bouncing in time with her motion.

To her surprise, they came at the same time, buttering her from two directions.

And what did she do?

Giggled. Because what else could a woman covered in cum do?

"I think I need a shower."

She didn't go alone. A good thing it was big enough for three.

There was much soaping going on as she tried to wash the guys while they both washed her.

It might have led to something more if Smudge didn't appear and suddenly meow at them.

Trouble had found them already.