“I didn’t expect this,” I reply softly. “I didn’t expect to fall in love with either of you in the beginning. You’re my best friend, Jay. I didn’t know I had room in my heart for another.” I open my eyes and look down at Cora’s entrancing green eyes and smile. “You were only supposed to be a unicorn, sweetheart.” I brush my palm against cheek and push back her hair. “But your magic infiltrated us, and I can’t live without it.”
“I love you, Marco.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Marco Borrelli.”
“I love you, Cora Dalton. And I love you, Jay Bishop. Equally. Separately. Together.”
Trailing soft lips down my neck, Jay murmurs, “Then make love to us, baby.”
I take my time undressing my lovers, paying special care to each and every inch of skin I expose—admiring and kissing as I go.
We’ve made love before, versions of it, at least; the unspoken words at the crux of it all. But right here, with Cora beneath Jay on the bed, her legs spread to cradle him, I imagine our lives together—our love sewing our pasts and futures as one.
Jay descends his lips on her neck and she closes her eyes as she strokes his strong shoulders and biceps. I crawl behind them and slowly kiss down Jay’s spine, my naked body covering theirs. When I get to his perfect ass, I can feel him undulating his hips slightly against Cora. I gently pull his cheeks apart and tease him with hot breath and the smallest graze of my lips against him.
He lets out the sweetest whimper and—fuck—I can’t resist that. I never have. “Is she ready, baby?”
“She’s coating my dick. I need you so badly, Cora. I need to make you mine.”
“You have me. I’m yours, and I need you, too, Jay. I need you, baby.”
I momentarily stop my teasing as he shifts to line himself up, and I lower my head to watch him enter our woman. Her swollen and glistening pussy sucking him in. My hands stay locked on his backside as I memorize this perfect view. These perfect creatures I love with bite marks and bruises and whip cracks scattered all over their bodies like my own personal branding.
“Wait,” Cora breathes and Jay halts, halfway in. “I love you so much.”
Hearing them kiss frantically, I move to the side and watch their faces. Then Jay, without taking his lips off her, pants along with her, “I love you more. I’ve loved you since the night I met you, Cora. When you wore that pretty blue dress and ran into me. I swear, the second your eyes met mine, I was a goner.”
She gives him a sweet but sad smile and cups his face, then pushes her fingers through his silky hair. “I’m sorry I ghosted you. If I would have known then what I know now—how deep your love can heal and give—I could have saved myself from so much sadness and loneliness. I love you for never giving up on me.”
I shed a tear watching my partners express their unfiltered love to one another. I didn’t know my heart could be capable of such a glorious thing—my love for them, for her, for him, and my love fortheirlove. It’s so much greater than the three of us.
Cora skates her hands down Jay’s body. When they get to his ass, she digs in and he slides all the way inside her.
“Yes,” she breathes like a prayer. I decide right then this is what I want: to watch them make love.
Cora tears her eyes from Jay to look at me as I crawl my way up to lay on my side next to them. She reaches her hand over to grab mine. “Aren’t you joining, baby?”
Mmm. I like it when she calls me baby.
“I want to watch you two first. You’rebeautifultogether,” I say as I kiss her hand. Jay leans down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth and she arches her back, turning her stare back to him. “Enjoy each other, and I’ll join in soon.”
She nods her head with her eyes still closed and her hands find the back of Jay’s head as he laps and sucks and flicks her nipples while pumping deep inside her. “Jay… oh, Jay.”
“Cora.Oh, my love.” He kisses her neck and ear as his arms cage her under him. His movements are slow and tender but deep enough to make her gasp. He rolls his hips on each stroke out of her, making sure to drag his cock against her G-spot. And it is fucking working because she’s so worked up, she can’t decide where to put her hands. They’re on his pecs, down his chiseled stomach, digging into his back and then traps.
Their mouths slant against the other, their tongues searching for every last morsel of love and lust. Then Jay sits up, hooks her legs and hitches her closer toward himself. Her chest rises and falls as she watches him enter her again.
“Put your legs on my shoulders, baby. Let’s see how flexible you really are.”
Wordlessly she obeys, and he smooths his hands from her ankles next to his ears, down her shins and thighs, to the crevice where her hips and stomach meet. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, clearly enjoying this moment. Then he leans down, pressing his full body weight against her, pinning her in a deep mating press position. His thrusts pick up as he watches her face.
“That’s sodeep, Jay. Oh my god, yes.Ughh, don’t stop.”
I realize then that I’m stroking myself to this sensual sight before me. Precum leaks from my tip as desire pummels through my body.
“Can your legs stretch further?”
