“Being a bitch,” I say, unable to find anything more eloquent to say.
“Stop being so fucking nice to me,” Ian says with a hint of a smile. “It’s creeping me out.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” I lean forward and dart my tongue out, quickly licking his bottom lip before pulling it between my teeth. I bite down with just enough pressure to cause a growl to hum from deep within his chest.
“Holy shit! This is really happening?” Mitch says, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. His eyes dart between us as if we’re going to explode.
“Roxy and I were talking,” Ian starts, his hands resting on my shoulders, massaging them gently, “and it turns out a large part of why she was so against this at first was because she thought there may be some unfriendly competition between us for your dick.”
Mitch’s eyes lose focus as he works hard to connect the dots.
“Oh fuck!” he says, the excitement draining from his face. His eyes go wide as realization hits him hard. “Because of your dad’s...”
“It’s just, you both have so much history and—” I begin to explain, immediately jumping on the defensive, but Mitch places his hand over my mouth before I can finish, pressing me backward against Ian’s chest.
“Don’t think for one second that I would have chosen Ian over you.” A gush of air fills Ian’s lungs behind me, but he doesn’t say a word. “Or that I would have chosen you over Ian,” he adds, shooting Ian a reassuring nod.
I narrow my eyes in confusion.
“It was going to be both of you or neither of you,” Mitch finally confesses. “Do you understand, now?”
I nod under his hand as the painful edge of his voice hits me in the gut. He drops his hand, freeing me to speak, but I’m utterly speechless.
“I love you both with the entirety of my soul and if you think I’m letting either of you go, you haven’t been paying attention,” Mitch says seriously. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I would be insufferable about this. I will throw the world’s largest fucking temper tantrum to get what I want from the two of you.”
“So what you’re saying is that I made it entirely too easy for you?” I tease, a smirk playing on my lips as I run my hands up Mitch’s chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath his shirt. “Maybe I should hold out for a while longer. I kind of want to see this temper tantrum you’re threatening,” I say, grinning wickedly. I can’t help but push him. The thought of Mitch losing his shit over us is too enticing to resist.
Happily taking the bait, Mitch growls low in his throat, “Suit yourself, sweetheart, but I should warn you that you’re not leaving this room until cum is buried in every hole of this perfect little body.”
“Sounds kinky,” I tease as I arch my back, pressing my ass against Ian’s growing erection.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” Ian groans. A small laugh escapes his lips as he wraps his arms around me, grinding his erection against my ass and pulling me against his chest.
His lips and teeth find my neck with ease, and he bites down gently on my tender flesh. I let out a soft whimper, allowing my head to fall back against his shoulder to provide him better access.
“Good boy,” Mitch praises Ian. “Mark your territory. Show her who she fucking belongs to now,” Mitch commands, his voice raw with desire.
Ian’s teeth sink into the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, biting down hard enough to cause a gasped moan to escape my throat as pleasure and pain branch out from my neck and overcome my senses.
Mitch steps closer, his hands reaching for my breasts, cupping them through the flimsy fabric of my shirt.
“I know what you like. You both know what I like.” Mitch’s voice is thick with lust, his hands squeezing my tits roughly, and my breath hitches under his grip. “The two of you need to learn each other this time.”
This time.
My heart lurches at the thought of this being our new arrangement.
I take a deep breath to force myself to calm down, but my thoughts race for control of my emotions. Would there even be a next time? After this, would they even want me anymore? What if Mitch realizes that this isn’t what he wants, thatI’mnot what he wants? What if Ian discovers that this isn’t anything more than wanting to hate fuck the angry chick at work?
What if I’m a phase they need to get out of their system?
You like to be used, bent over, and fucked within an inch of your sanity, then discarded…
Ian’s words play back like a warning. Even if it’s not their intention to use me, what if that’s what it comes down to? What if I’m the awakening they need to accept that they are meant to be together?
What if? What if? What if? God, I wish I could turn my brain off.
Mitch must sense the shift in my mind, his hand tipping my chin up to pull my focus on him as Ian licks at the bite marks he peppered down my neck.
