Chapter Fifteen | Skylar

We were eating dinner at a different restaurant this week. My ex-boyfriend Sean had found a new vegan place for us to try. It was upscale, which was nice. I was hopeful. I hadn't seen him last week. He'd been eyeballs deep in a prestigious case. I had a lot to share tonight.

"How was your weekend?" Sean asked as we settled in with our glasses of red wine.

"I'm in love with Owen." I played with the stem of my glass. "And he's in love with me."

"That's quite the development. How is Chad taking it? I'm assuming you told him."

"He's aware, and he's supportive. Says he's never seen me happier."

"Having two men suits you."

"Seems like it." I flicked my gaze away. "Sometimes I feel like I'm in over my head."

"Owen turns to you like Chad does?"

"He does. I'm trying to provide them both with a sense of security and safety."

"That's a heavy load."

"There's more." I returned my focus to Sean's eyes. "Chad and Owen have started dating."

"Oh … wow. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"It could go so wrong at this point. They could end up hating one another."

"You think that might happen? "

"Realistically, no, I don't think that's where they're headed. I know it's a baseless fear."

"The possibility of them falling in love scares you, though."

"It's such an unknown. If they fall in love, that'll bind us together. Without question, I'll have two men to nurture and care for. What if I'm not enough for them as a couple? What if they decide they don't need me? What if they turn to another man to meet their needs?"

"Okay, you're getting ahead of yourself. There is no way Chad would ever leave you. You know that. You two are destined. I've never seen two people more committed to one another."

Sean was right. Chad and I were unshakeable. Even if he and Owen fell in love, I wouldn't lose Chad. I wasn't as secure with my relationship with Owen. We were still so new.

Owen might still walk away. Decide he only wanted one man.

"I'm guessing they're attracted to one another," Sean said.

"They made out in Owen's hot tub and have plans to hang out again tonight."

"Chad is telling you everything?"

"He is but he doesn't have to. I've told them both that. The relationship is between them at this point. I don't want them to think I'm peering over their shoulders."

"What if that's what they want? Your visual approval."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Those video calls you make to Chad could be a lot more interesting if you included Owen. Maybe get them in the same space as they please you ." Sean winked at me.

My brow wrinkled as I tried to process Sean's suggestion. Would Chad and Owen be open to that? It would hint at my desire for us to be a threesome. Was it too soon?

I set the idea on a shelf .

"How's your quest for a little ?" I asked.

"Found a sweet one last week. He loves onesies with trains on them, pacifiers, diapers, and large-piece puzzles. Plus, he's crazy about his stuffies and the napping blanket I bought him."

"What does he do for work?"

"He's a criminal defence lawyer like me."

"So … this kind of play is a stress release for him? Am I getting that right?" I didn't know much about having a little , but it was Sean's favourite kind of relationship.

"It's not simply play. Turning himself over to childlike behaviour soothes him." Sean smiled. "He looks so adorable waddling around with his big, diapered bum. And the sweet weeping sounds he makes when I fuck him … they're exquisite. I think he might be the one."

I jumped my eyebrows and shook my head. "Whatever floats your boat."

The server arrived and we ordered our meals.

Sean and I desired very different lives. No wonder it hadn't worked between us.

I promised Owen a video call this week. I would be seeing him tomorrow night, but he had texted to remind me I'd agreed to forego our nightly phone call for video instead.

My heart stuttered a little as his handsome face filled the screen.

"How was your dinner last night with Sean?" he began.

"Interesting. Sounds like he's taken on a promising little ."

"I don't even know what that entails. You'll have to fill me in someday." Owen dug his top teeth into his bottom lip. "Chad came over last night to work on my car."

"How did that go?"

"The workbench almost got a workout. Pretty sure we put in a dent in the wall behind it. "

"Chad said you stopped short again. What do you think is holding you back?"

"Honestly, I think we're both concerned you'll change your mind about supporting us in whatever it is we're doing. That if we fuck, you'll reconsider."

That's exactly what Chad had told me.

"That's not going to happen, Owen. I love you both. I want this for you. Both of you."

Owen licked his lips. "We'll figure it out, but right now … I only want you."

"Are you feeling neglected?"

"I haven't seen you in days."

I could bring him some relief. "Put your laptop at the end of your bed, get naked, and let me see all of you." The picture on his screen blurred as he hurried to his bedroom. I got to stare at his pillows for a few seconds before he appeared back in front of the screen in the nude.

God, he's beautiful.

"Stroke your cock for me. Nice and slow."

I shifted in the chair at my desk as Owen tugged steadily on his hardening dick.

"Spit in your hand. Make your entire shaft nice and wet for me."

Owen sat up and drooled a long line of saliva onto his cockhead, then went back to jacking himself off. There was only one thing that would make this better. Well, two things. I wished I was there in the room with him. I also wanted Chad to be in the room with Owen.

Sean's suggestion swirled through my mind.

"Have you had anything to drink tonight?" I asked.

Owen's brow furrowed. "No. Why?"

"I want to ensure you're thinking clearly. I'd like to bring Chad onto the video call. "

"Oh." Owen's hand slowed then picked up the pace. "Okay."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, bring him in."

My stiffening dick pressed against my underwear as I imagined what was about to unfold. I sent Chad an invite to the video call. Within seconds, he joined us.

"Wow … okay," he said as he caught sight of Owen pumping his cock.

"I'd like for you to accompany Owen." I'd give him an out. "If you'd like to do that."

"I'd like." Chad was already sitting on our bed. He shoved his laptop to the end of the bed and drew his dick out of his sweatpants. He tucked the elastic waistband behind his balls.

"That's it," I encouraged. "You both look so gorgeous like that." I slipped off my underwear, allowing my hard cock to tent my skirt beneath the desk. "Watch one another."

Within moments, they became mesmerized. I could see it in their expressions with their eyes wide and mouths open, tongues darting out to wet their lips as they affixed their gaze.

"Don't hold back. I want to hear you."

Chad was first. He groaned and grunted as he stroked his shaft and rubbed his thumb over his cockhead. "Fuck, yes, " he called out. "So good, Owen. So fucking good."

"Chad," Owen moaned. "Faster."

Good. They were focused on one another. Not on me. I sat back to observe, my fist around my dick, pumping slowly. Owen jerked then thrust his hips up and down, fucking his hand.

He clutched the bedding in his other hand, his attention entirely on Chad.

"Yes, Owen," Chad whined. "I want to see it. I want you to cum for me. "

"I want to taste yours," Owen responded, surprising me. "For you to fill my throat."

Christ.

My cock throbbed in my hand. I collected my precum and pressed my fingers into my mouth to taste it. I slid down in my seat and used my wet fingers to play with my balls.

"Lift your legs, Owen," I said. "And finger yourself for Chad."

Owen groaned and did as I asked.

Chad struggled with his sweatpants, yanking them off, when Owen pierced his hole with one finger in full view of the camera of his laptop. I could taste him on my lips as I licked them.

I had a distinct memory of his scent.

So heady. So incredibly feral at times.

Chad spread his legs, giving me a peek to match my front-row seat to Owen's hunger.

"Two fingers, Owen." Chad tugged down hard on his balls until I knew they would ache. Owen removed his finger from his ass, sucked on two, then pressed them deep inside, groaning.

"My two men. So beautiful."

They both turned their attention to me, desperation in their eyes as they pleasured themselves, knowing I was watching them. The words spilled from Owen's lips first.

"I need to cum."

"Please, Skylar," Chad whined. "I can't hold back any longer."

A shiver ran up my spine. Both my men were seeking permission from me to let orgasms overtake them. I'd never felt so powerful. And honoured they trusted me.

"Yes," was the only word I uttered.

I nearly came when Owen cried out and coated his fingers in his release .

The sight of Owen climaxing set Chad off. He sat up straight and shot all over our clean bedding, grunting and calling my name. Then Owen's. Then mine again.

I slowed my hand. I would deal with myself later. My two men needed aftercare. I waited until they came down from their lust-fueled high. "Anything we need to discuss after that?"

"Only that it was so hot," Chad answered, grinning. My husband was used to us playing with others. I hoped I hadn't taken Owen in beyond his depth. Although, he'd responded beautifully.

"Caught me off guard," Owen replied. "That I needed it."

"To share something with Chad?" I asked him.

Owen shook his head. "No. That I needed to jack off in front of an audience."

Chad chuckled. "Not as uptight as you thought, hey."

My boyfriend smiled. "I'm discovering that about myself."

Listening to the two of them banter made my heart strain in my chest, my contentment and elation about a possible future together bringing me so close to the edge of euphoria that I was nearly breathless. These two men were my entire world.

Nothing … and I mean nothing else mattered.

Not my work.

Not my dad.

Only my grandma could compete and even she didn't hold my heart like Chad and Owen did. I would be so incredibly lost without them. They were both my home now.

The last week of February my grandma was finally taking down her Christmas decorations, and she had called me to help her dismantle her tree and exterior lights.

Seemed fair considering I'd put them both up .

The tree had been stripped of its ornaments by the time I arrived.

"Do you want these boxes back in the attic?" I shouted. The boxes of ornaments looked full, but they weren't closed, so I wasn't sure of their status.

My grandma emerged from the kitchen where she was making me vegan hot chocolate and plating some ginger snaps. "Check the tree over one more time in case I missed anything."

I approached the defenseless, butchered evergreen and separated the branches as I walked around it. I found one small figurine of an angel with pink wings. My grandma had bought it for me as a child to remind me of my mom. To assure me she was in heaven.

Not that anyone in my family was religious. Talk of heaven is something you tell children, I suppose. It had helped me to think my mom was somewhere special. Safe and out of pain.

I tucked the little angel into a box and folded the top to close it.

Once I had the boxes put away, I began the arduous task of releasing the tree from the metal stand and then hauled its carcass into the backyard. I'd arrange for someone to take it away.

I went into the kitchen and sat down where a steaming mug was waiting for me. I dipped a cookie into the hot chocolate. "We've moved closer to being together."

My grandma sat down across from me and touched my hand. "You, Chad, and Owen?"

"Chad and Owen have been spending time together when I'm in Toronto."

"As friends?"

I smiled at her. My grandma was sly. "No. As more than friends."

"Have the three of you been hanging out together? "

"Not really. Not in any kind of conventional way."

My grandma waved her hand around. "I don't want to know." Her gaze came back to rest on my eyes. "Have you told them you ultimately want to expand your family?"

"We're not there yet."

She tapped her chin with her index finger. "I'm trying to picture this. Would all three of you live together? Would you have some kind of commitment ceremony? Canada is never going to allow three men to marry one another. How is Owen going to feel fully included?"

I sighed. "That's a lot to think about."

"And you need to be the one with the answers. They're relying on you for them."

I mulled over every one of those questions as I scaled the ladder outside and removed the decorative lights from my grandma's gutters.

I needed to be ready for this.