The Arrangement

Nathan and Chase rested on the leather couch, nursing two glasses of amber liquid over ice. Whiskey, or maybe scotch. Burke sat even more casually, sipping a beer. Leaning back in a chair all his own, just watching me.

It was him I was worried about the most. He’d never done this before. Not in the way it was about to go down, anyway.

“Today,” I said, still swaying my hips, “was all about solidarity.”

My little speech wasn’t exactly planned, I was sort of winging it. But there were things that needed to be said.

“Tonight… same thing.”

Ice rattled in Nathan’s glass as he lifted it to his lips. Chase’s mouth curled into the hint of a smile.

“If you’re going to share me, that sentiment needs to extend to every aspect of my being your girlfriend. There can’t be schedules. There can’t be limits.”

Moving sultrily, I danced over to Chase and climbed into his lap. His hard body sent a rush of heat thundering through me. His sharp green eyes followed mine the whole way.

“I want all of you to approach our relationship like you do your story,” I said. “Together as one. Working alone on things whenever you need to…” I closed my mouth softly over his and kissed. “But also working simultaneously… in places that can only make things better.”

I shoved my wine glass into Chase’s hand, then crawled to the other side of the couch. Nathan had his palms on my hips almost instantly, but I smiled and shook my head while pushing them off.

“All three of you need to know something,” I went on. “I’m always your girl. Every day. Every night. Every one of you.”

I leaned in so close that I could feel the heat coming off Nathan’s mouth. His breath was sweet — bourbon for sure.

God, he’s so beautiful.

Our lips touched. It was brief but electric.

“Anytime you want me… I’m yours. Anything you’d like to do to me…” My eyes flashed dangerously. “I’m up for it.”

Someone mumbled something, or maybe grunted approval. I couldn’t tell who. I was already back on my feet, my legs a little shakier than before. I could feel my excitement building. My focus shifting…

“There’s no such thing as interrupting,” I said, turning toward Burke. “No situation in which any of you ‘has’ me, or needs privacy, or can’t play nice with the others.”

I crossed one leg in front of the other, moving toward my third lover with deliberate slowness. I needed him in on this. And I wanted to give him the best possible view.

“I want to be shared,” I said breathlessly.

I took his beer first, setting it upright on the floor. Then I took his hands and placed them on my legs, palms down.

“In fact, I need to be shared. By all of you.”

I covered Burke’s hands with mine. Helped him slide them up and over my thighs, past the ends of my stockings. Pushed them further inward, against the bare flesh of my upper thighs.

Mmmmm...

My gaze seized his as I forced his hand deep, between my legs.

He responded first with a smoldering look. Sensing my wetness — and without looking away — he slipped a wonderfully slick finger inside me.

Oh, fuck yes.

I bit my lip in ecstasy, silently thanking whoever invented crotchless panties. I was never a huge fan before. But right now…

Right now Burke was sawing two fingers in and out of me, curling them through my folds. Thumbing my clit just enough to cause me to jump.

My hand dropped limply away from his. Mercifully, he continued. I spread my legs wider, giving him even deeper access. Ground myself down against his churning, writhing palm, to derive the most pleasure possible from his strong, masculine touch.

It was almost torture when I finally made him stop.