It wasn’t an issue when they pleasured her, though Mila was somewhat disturbed by the increasing number of times she had to insert herself between them to keep Alexander’s attention on her. It was…worrying. Very worrying.
When she had suggested a threesome after finding out about Alexander’s attraction to Christian, she didn’t expect how strong his attraction was. She had expected that she would be the focal point of the threesome. She, not Christian. In hindsight, she should have evaluated the situation better before making any rash suggestions, but she had been too excited by the prospect of having sex with Christian again to really think things through.
She should have known. Alexander hated cheating more than anything, so the fact that he had kissed Christian without her prior knowledge should have set off the alarm bells in her head. But hindsight was twenty-twenty, and what was done was done.
Mila sighed. It had been two weeks since Christian had become a regular feature in their sex life, and Alexander’s attraction to him didn’t seem to be abating in the least.
After her request, they hadn’t had sex again without her present, but sometimes Mila wondered if her presence even mattered.
I could as well not be here, she thought, not without bitterness, as she watched them have sex, and once again, she couldn’t help but feel like the third wheel.
But still, she had to admit, it was incredibly hot.
Christian was a wreck, his mouth swollen and red and wet, eyes wide and pupils blown, cheekbones flushed. His hair, dark with sweat, was a mess. She could understand why Alexander was staring at him the way he did; and she could understand why he was fucking him the way he did, his thrusts uncontrolled and powerful enough to rock them both forward under the sheer drive of his lust. Sometimes Mila had the ridiculous thought that if she had a dick, she would want to fuck Christian, too. Not that she didn’t want to fuck him now—of course she did—but there was a certain…appeal about Christian that she was sure men appreciated. He was fuckable.
At least Alexander certainly seemed to think so, his expression nearly feral as he watched Christian under him. It made her achingly wet—and worried, and jealous. He never looked at her that way when he fucked her. He was always in control of himself and his facial expressions. Always.
But not with Christian.
Fear surged inside her, and Mila moved closer to the men. She put her hand on Alexander’s wide, strong back and stroked it, but he didn’t even seem to notice, his eyes focused only on Christian.
She removed her hand and clenched it.
It’s just sex, she told herself. Just sex. Alexander loved her; she was sure of that. He might be physically attracted to Christian, but he loved her, Mila. Christian was the one who left every evening; she was the one who stayed and shared Alexander’s bed.
Alexander would never cheat on her or leave her—especially for a man. It was something she was absolutely sure about. Mila didn’t know the whole story, but she knew that Alexander’s father was a lying, cheating asshole who had broken his mother’s heart by constantly cheating on her with men. Alexander despised his father and everything he stood for. Alexander was loyal to a fault.
She had nothing to worry about. Nothing. In a few weeks at most, Christian Ashford would be gone from their lives, and Alexander would be only hers again.
Sometimes Mila wondered whether she should end this arrangement herself, but she had a feeling that would be a mistake. It was better for Alexander to get bored of Christian, or vice versa. Christian was bound to get bored soon anyway. After all, everyone knew Christian was a player.
She had nothing to worry about.
Chapter 11
Christian dressed slowly, his hair still wet after the shower, his muscles aching pleasantly after sex.
Alexander and Mila were no longer in the bedroom.
He glanced at his phone to check the time. It wasn’t late; no wonder they weren’t going to bed yet. Now that finals were over, Mila could stay up as late as she pleased, and Alexander’s work hours were irregular anyway.
Christian slid the phone back into his pocket, put on his shoes and left the bedroom. He could hear voices coming from the living room.
Christian went still in the doorway.
Alexander and Mila were decorating the Christmas tree, or rather, Mila was decorating it while Alexander watched, looking vaguely amused. They were talking quietly; Mila was grinning and rolling her eyes. Alexander looked relaxed and comfy in his soft-looking gray sweater and sweatpants.
“I’m sure I’ve seen it somewhere,” Mila said, digging through the boxes. “Found it!” She took a star out of its packaging, holding it up for inspection. Under the light, it glittered prettily and threw little shards of golden light on the floor and her hands. It was perfect.