Caleb shifted behind me, his leg draped over my thigh as if he was trying to hold me in place and prevent me from escaping.
“Isn’t that how this works? We had our fun, and now I’m expected to go.” This wasn’t me at all. I didn’t dabble in feelings, nor had I ever wanted to and when I shifted in Caleb’s hold, the feel of his and Dom’s combined releases slipping out of me was a firm reminder that I’d let down even more walls tonight than I ever had with anyone else.
“Katia...” Caleb sounded so unsure as he placed another gentle kiss against my bare shoulder, and I wanted to sink into all the comfort he wanted to give me. It was different from the man I walked into the apartment with, who’d seemed to have never done this before.
The longer I stayed, the more compelled I was to give in. There was no hope of this ever being more than what it was intended tobe. Although, when I tried to push out of Caleb and Dom’s arms once more, gentle arms tightened around me again.
Frustration bubbled beneath the surface as tears burned behind my eyes. As much as I loved the attention, this was getting too personal. There had to be a way for me to escape the cocoon of arms and legs that surrounded me.
“Katia?” Caleb’s voice held more concern this time, and I finally slumped to the mattress in defeat.
“You brought me as a present for your husband. I dragged you into things, and we all had fun, so it’s fine. This isn’t my first rodeo. The longer I stay, the harder it’ll be for me to leave.”
Caleb huffed a laugh before he trailed several more kisses along the back of my neck.
“Oh, sweet girl, can’t you see that’s the point? We don’t want you to leave,” he sighed.
“Not ever,” Dom added as he nuzzled his nose into the top of my hair.
My heart slammed against my chest, my eyes watering again for an entirely different reason. These men barely knew me, and I’d just admitted to my history of never sticking around, but there they were telling me that they wanted me to stay. But how long would that last? Would they eventually grow tired of me?
Dom and Caleb had been married for years, and I was just an interloper in their marriage. Though nothing about the night had made me feel like an outsider looking in. I’d felt included at every turn, worshipped even.
Maybe starting a relationship based on the physical wasn’t ideal, but there was something about these two men that called to me. I wanted to get to know them better. See what lay beneath the surface instead of what was only skin deep.
We lay there in contemplative silence a little longer before my bladder got the better of me. When I squirmed again, I was let free, and the men watched as I slunk across the room tothe ensuite bathroom. It was as if they instinctively knew that I wasn’t trying to leave them again.
I needed a moment to gather myself and splash some water on my makeup-smeared face. Would they think less of me to see my mask removed? To see the woman who put herself together so carefully every day in her natural state? That was the true test of whether they could handle me.
I didn’t really need the makeup, but it felt more like a security blanket. It was easy to hide behind it and use it to make me feel more desirable, much like wearing my sexy lingerie did. It got me the attention that I craved.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Caleb and Dom had slid beneath the covers, arms wrapped around each other, and were locked in a gentle kiss. They broke apart to gaze at me, and warmth spread through my limbs at the look they gave me. It wasn’t one of judgment, but one of adoration. One that said that I was theirs and this was going to work. Or that we were at least going to try.
As they opened their arms and I snuggled into the small space between them, peace washed over me. Maybe this was okay.
Maybe everything would work out.
Epilogue
Caleb
One year later…
“Mr. Marshal.”
I jumped as the folder landed on my desk.
“What can I help you with?” I grinned as I blinked up at the blonde goddess who leaned over my workspace.
When we’d first decided to give this threesome a go, we’d all worried about Katia and her new job. Dom had been fired forbeing married to me, and it wasn’t fair to ask Katia to give up her job. No one should ever be placed in that position.
As it turned out, Katia was already prepared for Tiff. She wasn’t afraid to march into that woman’s office and declare that she was in a relationship with not one, buttwomen, and those men were me and my husband. The moment our boss tried to retaliate, Katia dropped the bombshell about discrimination and the lawsuit that would chase Tiff for the rest of her life if she tried to do anything to her.
I loved a woman who had balls.
Tiff had resigned from her position, so Katia received a promotion. Apparently it was only Tiff that had an issue with workplace romances, the company had no problem with me working for my girlfriend. The dynamic was unusual, but our relationship didn’t interfere with our ability to perform the functions of our jobs. The best days were when Dom would come to the office to join us for lunch, and we’d sometimes sneak in a quickie when we could find a discreet enough space.
Katia trailed a long French-tipped fingernail over the front of the manila folder she dropped on my desk.
