As much as I don’t like Reese and the things he does, it’s still unbelievably hot to watch her get railed by him, to see her back arch as he hits her just right from the inside. I know exactly how that pussy feels, how wet she is, how tight she can be, and my cock twitches with renewed need, so I bring a hand to my length and start to stroke myself beside them.
Maybe we can do this. Maybe this won’t be as difficult and impossible as I thought. Maybe this whole weird threesome thing can actually work.
Reese picks up his pace. You’d think with three people on the bed, the bed wouldn’t move so much, but it does. The mattress rocks beneath us, and Wren’s tits sway beautifully with each thrust. I think it’s safe to say each of us are riding cloud nine, high as the fucking clouds.
Reese comes before me, but just barely. When he rockets himself against her and grunts out his pleasure, I’m seconds behind. Cum shoots out of my tip and lands in a haphazard display. Some of it ends up on my thighs, some of it simply oozes back down onto my hand, and some of it gets on Wren’s bed. Regardless, it’s an orgasm I couldn’t possibly ignore.
He is slow in pulling out of her, giving her a hard kiss before he does so, and he lays on his side, curled against her, while I lay on her other side. Wren is the meat in the sandwich that is us. All three of us breathe hard as we each come to the realization of what we’re doing here.
I break the silence first, “Well, I guess that backfired, huh?”
Wren can only breathe hard, but Reese chuckles and says, “I told you I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yeah, you did,” I say, staring hard at the ceiling, “but I was kind of hoping you were lying.”
“I’m many things, Logan, but I’m no liar, and when it comes to Wren, I’m never going to give her up.” When he says that, he leans over her and presses his lips against hers, and I have to roll my eyes at his little display.
How sickeningly sweet. Although, she makes me declare things like that, too. Hell, I speed-wrote an entire song for her and I still feel like I could write more. I could pen a whole new album, a dozen tracks, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Hmm. Maybe I will, even if the only person who’ll ever hear the songs is her.
When Reese pulls his mouth off hers, Wren heaves a content sigh and whispers, “This is nicer than I thought it would be.” Shebrings her hands to her stomach, fiddling with them, and I know what that means: she has something else she wants to say, but she’s a little too afraid to come out and say it.
Whether Reese knows or not, it doesn’t matter. Both of us are silent as we stare at Wren between us, as we wait with bated breath. At least I do. Bated breath and a heart that pounds so hard in my chest it feels like it’s going to explode.
I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never wanted to hear a certain three words before. Hell, I’ve never spoken them to anyone before her, other than family, and even then, it was only because I had to when I was young.
Those three words are such small words when taken individually, but when you put them together, you get so much more. I never understood the true, full weight of their meaning until Wren, until she came into my life and turned everything upside-down and inside-out. I thought I knew who I was, what kind of person I was, but I was wrong about it all.
“I think I’m—” Wren pauses and swallows hard, then she pushes herself into a sitting position, leaning on the headboard of the bed. Both Reese and I follow her example. Her big, brown eyes flick between us, and she bites her bottom lip as the silence stretches on.
Reese puts a hand on her leg, while I use my non-sticky hand to tuck some of her hair behind an ear. If someone were to walk in and see that, they’d think we do this all the time, that this isn’t our first time being so close together, the three of us.
“You are everything to me,” Reese whispers. “You don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to. I’ll wait forever for you. I love you.” It strikes me then how serious he sounds, and it’s not something I expected.
He’s a fucking weirdo, for fuck’s sake. How can someone who does what he does sound so… lovestruck? Then again, I’m sure some people would say the same about me. How could I,an ex-rockstar who’s only good at fucking things up and making mistakes, have such strong feelings for a girl like Wren?
Well, I can’t let Reese say it all. It might not be a competition where she’s concerned, but I’ll remind her every time I have to that the things I feel for her are real.
I say, “And you wrecked me. You changed me somewhere along the way. I’d be no one without you. I love you more than life itself, Wren. If you needed my heart, I’d rip it out of my chest and give it to you.”
Reese raises his eyebrows at that. Hey, he can be poetic, but I’m the fucking songwriter here.
Wren’s mouth pulls into a gentle smile, and that smile fills me with a happiness I can’t begin to explain. “I love you,” she whispers after another moment of silence. “Both of you.” She looks at Reese. “I wouldn’t know where I’d be without you.” And then she looks at me, holding my stare with urgency. “Or you. I wrecked you? No, you wrecked me. You wrecked me when I was least expecting it.”
Fuck. Hearing her say it, knowing the blush on her cheeks isn’t from the sex but from the true emotions inside of her… if I wasn’t already lost in her, I would be right then.
She lets out a long, slow breath. “I don’t know what happens now, where we go from here. I don’t know how any of this works, but I can’t wait for whatever the future has in store for us.” Again, she glances at me and Reese.
She’s not the only one who can’t wait. I thought my future was dead and gone when I got kicked out of Black Sacrament. I literally could not imagine a single future where I ended up happy without the band and the fame and glory that came with it. But now… now it’s the same, only instead of Black Sacrament carrying my future, it’s Wren.
I love this girl so much, I don’t even care where the hell we wind up. I don’t care where life decides to take us. All I know is, I’ll be fine as long as she’s with me.
Even if Reese is still in the picture.
“Well,” I say with a smirk, “I don’t know about the future, but I can think of a few other things we could get up to tonight. You might not know this, but there are a lot of other positions we can try—you know, since there are three of us.” My gaze shifts away from Wren and lands on Reese.
If we’re really going to make this work, might as well dive in head-first.
