Ready for the three of us to finally be connected.
His palm presses against my back, lowering me until I’m leaning over Chance. My nipples brush against Chance’s chest as he continues fucking me. Stephen drizzles the liquid onto my ass, pressing his thumb inside. He pumps it in and out of me to stretch me open. I let out a low moan.
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you? Yeah, you have. You miss being filled up like our dirty little slut.” Chance caresses my face, gazing up at me like I’m a sweet angel, but his words prove otherwise. “We’ve missed you too, baby. We’ve been dreaming about this perfect pussy for years. Every time I jerked off, I thought about you, about the three of us—all the depraved things we’ve done together.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. I forgot how turned on I get by listening to him talk like this.
Stephen replaces his thumb with his crown, and I feel myself spreading open for him. My body stills as I close my eyes, breathing through the initial discomfort. Stephen pours on more lubricant.
Chance captures my mouth and thrusts his hips up to distract me, bringing me closer to the edge while Stephen takes his time working into me.
I’m so full, so filled up with both of these men, and I love it. “Chance... Stephen... yes.”
“That’s it, baby.” Chance watches over my shoulder as Stephen moves faster inside me. “Fuck, Stephen. I feel you.”
“I can feel you too.” Stephen grunts as he drags himself out, and then plunges back inside. “This feels so good.”
The three of us move as one, our breaths, our bodies, our heartbeats. Nothing but the sound of skin slapping together fills the room; we’re too overwhelmed to speak.
I fall over the edge, and come hard, crying out for them. They hold me while my body trembles. It’s a release of everything I’ve buried deep—all the grief, the pain, the yearning, the stress, and the heartbreak. I let go of it all.
Chance comes next, with Stephen right behind him. These big, strong, beautiful men surrender themselves to me, to each other.
As we lie wrapped in each other’s arms, panting as our racing hearts calm down, I allow myself to believe that this could be real. That we could be what we once were. That we could be together again.
In the light of day tomorrow, I’ll see the harsh reality. But for tonight, just tonight, I pretend that it’s the three of us against the world.
Junior Year
“Of course,aliens are real. Are you kidding?”
Stephen scoffs. “If they were, we’d know about it. There’s no proof.”
My eyes narrow. “The proof is in the logic. There are billions of galaxies, each containing billions of stars—and probably even more planets we haven’t discovered. It’s statistically likely that life exists elsewhere in the universe.”
Presley leans her elbows on the table. “The government probably knows about it, and covers it up.”
“Exactly.”
Stephen lifts his cup of hot chocolate to his lips. “There’s no way. I don’t believe it.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s close-minded to think it isn’t possible.”
“I’m the opposite of close-minded.” He spread out his arms wide on either side of him. “My mind is as open as they come.”
“Open andempty,” I mutter.
Presley giggles as she threads her fingers through my hair. “You’re such an Aquarius, my grumpy man.”
“What does that mean?”
Her back straightens as her eyes widen with excitement. “Have you never read about your zodiac sign?”
I shake my head, and she looks to Stephen. “What about you?”
“If I don’t believe in aliens, then I’m definitely not believing that someone’s birthday can tell you all this bullshit about them.”
Presley gasps as she scrambles for her phone. “I’m about to blow your minds.”