Her body is flawless. Her beauty is breathtaking. There was more intimacy between the three of us than I’ve ever experience before when Bennett and I shared a woman. I saw Bennett’s eyes. He’s falling. So am I. We connected, physically and mentally. She found her way into my mind when I first saw her, and now that we’ve claimed her body, she’s woven herself into our hearts.
Bennett slips out of her and she shudders. Her whimper is fuel to me, the need to protect her is fierce. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he questions, a mere whisper in her ear, and she nods languidly with a smile. “I’ll be in the bedroom.” He glances at me and our understanding is communicated easily.
As soon as he steps out of the shower, I meet her gaze. There are questions running rampant in her mind. I soften inside her. I want to keep us connected, but I need to see if she’s okay.
“Ella, I need you to tell me how you feel. Be honest.”
She smiles. It’s small, sweet, and innocent. I let her feet down and her eyes meet mine. “I’m scared you’re both going to leave.” These are the first words that fall from her lips as she frowns. My heart leaps into my throat. “I hate how I feel because I’m strong and independent, but with you and Bennett…” Her words are confident but taper off. The water cools and her nipples harden as she shivers.
“Let’s get out of the shower.” I pull her into my embrace, turn off the taps, and we step into the bathroom. Reaching for one of her towels, I wrap her up, then find another towel, tying it around my waist. Her body seems small after what we’ve just done. Standing in front of her, I take both her hands in mine. “Ella, we meant what we said. We want you. Bennett and I, we wanted to show you pleasure. We needed to show you something. You don’t have to be scared. Don’t fear us. Don’t push us away because we’re not going anywhere.”
She nods, but I wait. I can’t force her to answer me. I can’t force her to choose. It’s up to her. She had to see pleasure comes from the touch of someone who cares. My best friend and I used to do this in college all the time, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with her or around her. But this time it’s different. We both love her. We both want her. I know we can live a life together, the three of us. Ultimately, she needs to decide.
“Carter, this has been a long, strange day. What I just did in there”—she glances at the empty shower, then back at me—“having you and Bennett touch me, pleasure me, is all so new. For the first time in my life I feel like a woman.” Her glistening eyes pierce me. They look through me, into the darkest parts of me, and they pick at the ugly and shine purity on them. I want her to look at me like that all the time.
There’s a fragile innocence to her as she peeks up at me. A tangible sweetness that most women I’ve been with no longer possess.
“I don’t feel like a whore.” A tear escapes and rolls down her cheek.
I lean in and kiss it before it reaches her chin. Tasting her saltiness on my lips, I savor it. “You’re not a whore. I never, ever want you to say that about yourself again. Do you understand me?”
She nods. My heart thuds in my chest, coming alive after years of being cold and dead. I want to fall at her feet and worship her because this woman has brought me to my knees.
I rise and pull her body against mine. She molds to me. Her pliable and submissive nature is like a drug. It makes me want to shoot up. To feel her in my veins, thrumming through my blood and giving oxygen to my heart.
I’ve been an arsehole my whole life. Given up on being a loving man. I’ve fu*ked women for fun, to hurt them, but with Ella it’s different. I know her past. Now all I need to do is confess mine. If she can accept my mistakes, if she can look past the man I used to be, I know I can be good for her.
When we head into the bedroom, Bennett is dressed in his blue jeans. I glance at Ella and her cheeks are rosy as she takes in his tattoos. My best friend has incredible ink on his chest and shoulder and I know she thinks he’s attractive.
“Hey sweetheart. You feeling okay?” he questions with his cocky smirk and she giggles.
“Yes. I’m…” She glances at me, then back at him. “I’m perfect.”
“That you are, Princess.” I plant a kiss on the top of her head. She smells so sweet, I wish I could get a taste of her again, but I know she’ll be sore and sleepy after what we just did.
He pulls her into his arms, murmuring in her ear, “You’re utterly exquisite. I have to leave, but I’ll be back tomorrow. Okay?”
She nods in agreement.
“Sweet dreams, my sweetheart.”
He’s always been the romantic one. Caring and loving.
“I’m going to head out. There’s a meeting early tomorrow morning with some of my guys. I’ll let you know when I have any information.”
They’re going to find that fu*ker and I’ll be the one to bring him justice. I’ll rain down on that arsehole like a fu*king thunderstorm, and when I’m done, he’ll beg to be put in prison.
I glance at my girl and her eyes are droopy. Walking her to the bed, I sit her down and kneel. “I’m going to walk Bennett out. Lie down and I’ll be back in a sec.”
She nods and smiles. Before we leave the room, she calls out to my best friend. We both turn and she leans up.
“Thank you, for… I mean…”
“That’s the first of many, Ella.” He smirks confidently.
When we reach the living room, I stop at the door and look at the man who’s like a brother to me.
“Are you sure about this, Cart? I know you love her.” His words ring true.
“And you do too,” I offer.
He nods. “I do.”
“You’re the only man I’d ever share her with. She needs you as much as she does me. We always joked about taking a trinity pact. Three hearts. Three bodies. One soul,” I murmur quietly.
He nods, acknowledging my words. This is what she needs, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
“I want this,” he murmurs. He grips the nape of my neck, pulling me into his mouth as we share a heated kiss. “And next time, I’ll be taking you and her.” It’s a vow and I know he’ll make good on it. There’s only been a handful of times we’ve been with each other in that way, but after the way his tongue snaked into my mouth, I know I want him as much as I do her. He turns and opens the door, but before he walks out, he glances at me again. “See you later.” And then he’s gone.