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“Yes, Willa. Like that,” Zander says, picking up his pace. He thrusts in and out of my mouth a handful more times before he takes a step back, letting Damian take his place. He’s still within reach, so I spread one hand on his hip and the other on Damian’s as I let them control the rest. One finds pleasure in my mouth while the other keeps time with his hand, switching back and forth. Never leaving me without the feeling of their cocks. My eyes bounce between them, not able to take it all in, not wanting to miss a thing.

Breathing becomes heavier for us all, the taste of pre-cum stronger the closer they get to their release. I vibrate with anticipation; with the pure fucking power I possess in this moment. I may be the one on my knees, but I’m bringing them to theirs. Together.

I love this.

I want more.

I want it all.

Damian is close now, his chest flush.

“Where do you want it, beautiful?” Damian asks, clenching his jaw.

“You, here,” I say, lifting my right breast to him, before lifting the other to Zander. “And you, here.”

To my surprise, Zander is the first. He cups my cheek, angling my face to his, not blinking while he explodes exactly where I told him to. When he’s done, spent and breathless, I pull his cock back into my mouth, sucking off any remnants.

Damian follows my directions just as well, coming until it’s dripping off my nipple like melted icing. For the next twenty minutes, I’m squished between them in a shower definitely not built for two large men, let alone a third person in the mix. They take turns tending to me; washing every inch of my body, shampooing and conditioning my naturally wavy hair.

Then I’m tucked into Zander’s bed, him on one side of me while Damian on the other. I sleep better than I have in years.

“I have questions,” I say the following morning, bringing three cups of hot coffee into the bedroom. I woke extra early, admittedly a little too warm in the men cocoon. I’m not complaining though. Waking up entwined with two hard bodies, both positioned as if protecting me from the dark, was… well, kind of awesome.

“Shoot,” Zander says, his voice scratchy with sleep. He sits up and takes a mug from me. “You put cream in it.”

“Of course. I don’t know how you take it, though. I left it black,” I say to Damian.

“Black is perfect,” he says, taking his own mug. I sit cross-legged, facing the two of them as they lean against the headboard. I have to adjust Damian’s shirt that I’m wearing from exposing all my lady bits.

“You two are together, yeah?”

“We’re undefined,” Damian answers, but his eyes stay on Zander, so I know there’s explanation to be had.

“Tell me if I’m overstepping here. But what does that mean?” Damian raises an eyebrow at my question and waits for Zander to answer.

“You know the NHL. I wouldn’t have this career if I was open about my sexuality. I’ve never felt like I was able to foster a relationship when I can’t be fair to my partner about it,” he tries to explain. “This is new for me, being in the same place with the person, people, I care about. I’m navigating new waters; it’s going to take me time to learn.”

“But you have sex?”

“We haven’t taken it that far,” Zander says, shifting uncomfortably.

“How far have you taken it?” Damian wears a shit-eating grin when I ask this. “I know you kiss.”

“We kiss,” Damian says. “Sometimes.”

“Oral,” I ask next.

“There’s been a little of that,” Zan admits.

“How do I fit into all of this,” I ask, point-blank. Last night was wonderful and I can see myself falling as hard for Damian as I have already for Zander. But if this is a one-time thing, or it’s casual, I need to know that now. For my own protection. “Was this a one-off threesome type thing? Or more? You two may not be defined, but I need definitions.”

“What do you want the definitions to be, Willa,” Zander asks.

“I think my questions need to be answered first. Am I a one-night stand? Am I a buffer between you until you’re comfortable enough with each other that you don’t need me?”

“That’s not what you are at all, Willa.”

“Why would you think that,” Damian asks. He sits up taller and sets his coffee on the nightstand.

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