16. Landon

Thank God for showers big enough to fit three grown men.

And thank fuck for sudsy hands as greedy for my flesh as I was for their touch.

Both Callum and Zack cared for me after two rounds of the most intense, mind-blowing sex ever. That sense of heaven lingered long after penetration, clear through to a three-way make-out session beneath hot spray where I died and went to heaven for a third time in a matter of hours.

Steam surrounded us in a world of our own cocoon where my dreams came true. I couldn't wait to take advantage of the days ahead of us, and even more so, the chance to move forward and navigate a triad in real life because there was no denying our chemistry, how fate had brought the three of us together.

I'd done my research into polyamorous relationships, knew the difficulties from firsthand experiences I'd read about online. But I was also aware of the beautiful gains that could be had if we were on the same page and willing to put in the work.

I was all in, full bore, no holds barred.

Sure, openly dating two men was going to stir up a shit load of issues with my parents and probably bring old news back into the spotlight, but after that moment behind closed doors while being held by both Callum and Zack, I wasn't worried about any negative outcome.

Zack had owned my heart since childhood, and Callum…

Nothing will take me away from you.

His promise had echoed in my ears while the three of us had become one, his sure touch and the hunger in his eyes solidifying that truth in my conscience.

He was my sturdy rock, my safe place. Between the two of them, I would thrive. Find my place. Experience true happiness where nothing could touch me.

Callum had promised me anything, and I was selfish and gluttonous enough to want it all. Add in the fact he hadn't argued when I'd told him Zack had spilled the beans about Callum's love for me, and that collision course I'd imagined us on had raced at breakneck speed toward combustion.

He'd sucked my dick while Zack fucked me, and I swallowed every drop of his cum before licking Zack's off his face. We'd shared a deep kiss, the flavor of Zack on both of our tongues, right where it belonged.

I hoped to have another of my fantasies fulfilled—both of their cum emptied in my ass, dripping out in a combined mess. Double penetration or stuffing me one right after the other, I didn't care. Actually…

I considered both ideas while Zack dried me off and Callum did the same to him.

I wanted to be filled with their spunk from both options. While I'd never had two dicks in my ass at the same time, I'd taken one and two fingers without too much issue earlier.

We could work up to it, yet another thing to look forward to and fantasize about.

Zack caught my eye, his brow rising. "Got something on your mind, greedy boy?"

He had always been good at reading me. I tried to purse my lips to keep my smirk contained and totally failed. "May-be." I drew the word out with a flirtatious tone.

He chuckled, laughter I hadn't heard in far too long, a sound that lit me up inside. "Whatever you want."

God, when he made promises like that, I could drop to my knees again and worship his body until I had a belly full of cum.

I glanced at Callum, who toweled Zack's hair from behind.

He peered at my childhood crush like he'd done with me earlier that morning, more than mere physical interest in his gaze.

My spent body really tried to rouse at the sight of the two men moving in seeming ease around each other, but a yawn cracked my jaw instead.

Callum flitted his gaze my way again, a soft smile curving his lips. "Tired?"

"Exhausted." So much so, that any discussions about our future with Zack would have to wait. When I needed my bed, I tended toward grumpy if I didn't get my way. And while I expected Callum and I were totally on the same page about moving forward together, I wasn't so sure about Zack.

He had a job that frankly churned my guts to the point I couldn't think about it in the moment or a shitty attitude would rouse, and I would start making demands I had no right to.

Eventually though, he would have to seek employment elsewhere because I refused to share him with anyone who wasn't Callum.

The truth of my past would need to be dragged into the light of day beforehand too. Zack had the right to know what he would be getting into with hooking up with me, the "Soiled Senator's Son" as the news outlets had called me.

Soiled indeed.

That awesome night's negative backlash wounded parts of my mind therapy had yet to help heal.

Fingers crossed this current situation didn't explode in the same way as the last time I'd partaken of more than a couple dicks in a matter of hours, I held out my arms to Zack, and smirking, he hefted me up against him.

I sighed and snuggled in, sniffing Callum's bodywash on Zack's skin that smelled like the outdoors—cedar and home.

Everything inside me purred at having the two of them morphed inside my nose. God, I wished I wasn't wiped out. I really wanted them both deep inside me, loving me as one before spilling inside my body and marking me as theirs.

Zack deposited me on the freshly cleaned bed, pressing his lips to my forehead before backing away.

I lay on my side, curling up into a ball, but when Zack reached for his clothes, I bolted upright. "No way—you're not leaving," I stated, refusing to hear otherwise. "Tell him, Cal. Remind him that I'm allowed to have whatever I want. And, that's both of you. Right now. In this bed."

Forever, I managed to withhold from spilling. That word would have meant a serious debate, a possible slammed door behind Zack, and no rest for sure.

Zack glanced at Callum, eyebrow raised as he toyed with his shorts' waistband.

"Stay. Please," Callum murmured, and I prayed Zack wouldn't deny the begging in his sea-like eyes I could never say no to. "It's not just Landon who wants you here."

Zack hesitated, glancing between the two of us as though a little off-balance.

What I wouldn't have given to hear his thoughts, to search out the conflicting desires he revealed in his eyes. Either the man was too tired to shield, or he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability.

I mentally pumped my fist over having won that little bit of headway with Zack. Waiting for him to choose, I held my breath. What I'd done to him didn't deserve forgiveness no matter how badly I'd wished for it over the years, but I at least hoped for the chance to prove to him I would love him and be loyal from here on out.

A decision flickered over his hazel orbs—not one of resignation, thank God, and he dropped his shorts.

I relaxed again and reached for him, my skin tingling with anxiety to have him pressed against me as proof I wasn't dreaming.

He gave me what I wanted, wrapping me up in his arms so I could bury my nose against his neck again. All sense of insecurity and fear of his abandonment faded into the recesses of my mind.

Callum cradled my backside, sliding his hand between me and Zack to rest against my belly. He kissed my hair while snuggling in right where he belonged with a contented sigh.

"Heaven," I swore I heard him whisper, and I closed my eyes, grinning like a dork even as exhaustion pulled me into sleep.

He and I were definitely on the same page.