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When Emma failed to introduce them, Jaxson took charge. Placing his arm around her shoulders to pull her against his side. "I'm Jax. I'm with Emma."
"With Emma? As inwithEmma?" He wasn't sure why the redhead acted so surprised. Well if she was shocked that he was with her roommate, he was about to blow her mind.
"Most definitelywithEmma. And this is our lover, Chase." As if they'd choreographed it, Chase moved in to wrap his arm around Emma's waist, linking the three of them together, their lovely grad student sandwiched between them.
Jaxson wanted to smack the grin off the bitch's face. "That's a good one, Emma. Who are these guys, really? You haven't dated anyone since Bob last year and let's face it, these guys are way out of your league."
Jaxson was ready to bitch-slap her for dissing Emma, but Chase had a better idea as he pulled Emma into his arms, capturing her with a searing kiss. She melted into his arms while Jaxson pressed his chest against her back, slipping his hands around her to squeeze her heavy breasts through her sundress while sucking on her neck. Only when her legs started to collapse like they were made with Jell-O did Jaxson take charge and scoop her up into his arms.
"Which way to your room, sweetheart?"
"Upstairs. Top floor." She answered breathlessly.
Leave it to Chase to know the perfect thing to say on their way out of the kitchen towards the back stairs. "If you have any doubts, feel free to listen in. We can be pretty loud when we all three come at the same time."
Jaxson got to the second floor landing and Emma struggled to be put down. "I'm too heavy!"
He pinned her with a stare that stopped her from continuing. "I know it's been a few weeks, but the rules haven't changed. What did I tell you would happen if you put yourself down, Emma?"
Fear mixed with desire flickered through her violet eyes. Ah yes, his little sub had missed the feel of his belt. He'd be happy to remedy that soon. "Well?" he prompted.
"You said... I mean... I should never put myself down."
"Yes, and?"
"That I need to believe I'm beautiful."
"Do you? Believe you're beautiful?"
"I do when you look at me like that." It was almost a whisper.
"That's better. Next time, I'll remind you with my belt."
"Oh God."
He grinned. "Who am I kidding? You're gonna feel my belt no matter what. The only question is whether you hate it or love it."
Chase was urging them to keep pressing forward. "All of this talk of belts is making me hot. Which room is yours?"
Emma nodded towards the next set of stairs at the end of the hall. "My room is the attic. We need to go up another flight."
Chase went ahead of them. The room was spacious, but darker than the rest of the house with only one window in the eave of the roof. A large work desk was pushed next to the window to take advantage of the natural light. The walls were lined with shelves, filled with books, CD's, movies, and knick-knacks. A tall armoire stood open, overflowing with clothes, shoes and purses.
Emma was wiggling in his arms, trying to escape. Her eyes kept darting towards the large bulletin board near her desk. He grinned as he saw she'd made a makeshift shrine to the men who had changed her life in Paris. Dozen's of magazine ads and photos from the Internet decorated every inch of the board.
He looked down at the embarrassed woman in his arms. She offered a simple explanation. "I missed you."
"We missed you too, baby. That's why we're here."
The large bed in the center of the room was a welcome sight. He couldn't wait to get his lovers naked again. He planned on spending many hours playing in this bed.
He stepped closer and dropped Emma into the middle, letting her bounce with a giggle as Chase pounced on her. Jaxson took his time undressing, watching as Emma and Chase started without him. He'd missed this. He'd missed watching his lovers almost as much as he'd missed participating. He'd always been a voyeur, enjoying watching sexy scenes. Watching Chase and Emma could turn into an addiction. He let his mind dream and his heart hope as he watched his lovers.
Meeting Emma had him thinking about what was going to come after his modeling career wound down in a few years. There was a time when he'd thought he wanted to move behind the camera, but the more time he'd spent in the modeling industry, the less attractive that sounded. He was looking forward to taking the rest of the summer off to try to get his head on straight.
His cock filled at the sight of Chase's muscular bare ass. Christ, he loved marking that ass almost as much as he loved fucking it. In the weeks since Emma had left them in Paris, he'd had to do some soul searching. He'd been surprised at what he'd discovered.
First, he'd come to terms with the fact that he was falling in love with his best friend. Outsiders might call them gay, but they'd be wrong. It would honestly be easier if it could be that simple. No. They were soul mates. Friends. Lovers. Sharers. He had also come to terms that the only thing better than being with Chase was being with both Chase and Emma together.
