Sweat beads on my skin as I fight to stay in control. Fight not to come. It’s a fight I’m losing.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groan, lifting my hips to grind harder against Ben.
Warmth floods the space between us as Ben’s dick pulses over and over, and he moans low. I follow seconds later, adding to the sticky mess.
“Oh, fuck,” Landon groans. “So tight. You just got so fucking tight.” He stills, mouth falling open in a silent cry.
“You coming, Lan?”
“Yes,” Ben whimpers. “Can feel it. Can feel his dick jerking.”
A shiver runs through Ben’s body, then Landon collapses on top of us as we all work to catch our breath.
“Fuck,” Landon breathes.
It’s fine for a few seconds, their weight, but as my high wears off, it becomes almost impossible to breathe. “Alright, you two. I’m being crushed by four hundred pounds of football player.”
Landon lets out a breathless chuckle but rolls off Ben, dropping onto the mattress with a soft thud. I can breathe easier almost instantly. Then Ben rolls to my other side.
“Fuck, Cotton Candy, I’m the one who got fucked, and yet you’re the one looking debauched.”
Landon laughs, but when I glance at him, his cheeks are pink. “I love when you blush. It’s so cute.”
“Agreed,” Ben says, and Landon’s cheeks glow brighter.
Fitting, since everything feels pink and red and warm right now. My stomach, my heart, this moment. The little strings tugging on my chest in two directions. If I’m gonna fall in love again, I guess I could do worse than the two of them.
Ben rolls onto his side, then wraps an arm around my stomach, tugging me close to him.
A smile spreads across my face as I soak in the warmth of his body. “How long do you think we have on the food?” he mumbles. “I’m sleepy.”
I shake my head. “We definitely don’t have enough time for you to take a nap.”
“Shame,” Landon says, yawning.
“Shame, indeed.”
Like we willed it into existence, the timer for the oven starts beeping, making Ben groan.
Wiggling out from between them, I sit up. “You two soak in some post-sex birthday cuddles, and I’ll get cleaned up and bring you all plates.”
Landon rolls toward Ben, and when he’s wrapped up in Ben’s arms, Ben shoots me a lazy smile. “So serious about wishing there was a triad marriage option.”
My heart skips a beat as I rush from the room to clean myself off and get the food out before it burns.
I’m silently wishing that was an option too.
I’d almost feel bad for distracting Darcy with my music, but itwashis choice to come here. Ben and Landon are out with the football team, celebrating their win tonight, so I decided to stay in and paint. I’m happy for them. It’s the first time since we all started… dating—are we dating?—that they’ve gone out with just the two of them. West invited Darcy, and Ben and Landon invited me too, but… I don’t know. I wanted them to be able to spend some time together alone.
I’m happy for them. I really am. There’s no jealousy, no green fighting for a spot on my canvas. In fact, the only color I’ve touched is black. And not at all because of Ben and Lan, but because of Lincoln.
Something shifted for me last night with the two of them. Some unknown lock that I didn’t know was still barring my heart just… fell away. And with it came this almost unbearable need to purge Lincoln from my body. I haven’t seen him in years. He hasn’t touched my skin or held my hand or cuddled with me while I slept since I was sixteen years old. But when that lock fell away, some ugly, dark part of him that still had a hold of me leaked out.
Leaked into the spaces in my chest that my boys aren’t filling to the brim. He’s gotta go. Eviction notice. Via this painting.
I grabbed navy blue and red and even gray.
Haven’t used a single one of them.
