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My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a card being swiped on the other side of the hotel room door, a small beep letting me know that Van’s using his room key. A few seconds later he’s standing inside the room, a wide smile plastered all over his face. At the sight of his smile, something flutters in my chest, happy that it seems like I’m going to be able to keep at least one of the men I’m growing so fond of.
Instinctively, I meet him at the door, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my chest pressing close to his own.
“I thought you were going to hate me,” I admit as I look up at him. “I thought you were going to think that I was the worst person in the world.”
“I could never think that about you, princess,” Van replies, his hands shifting down to my waist.
“I could never think that about you either, darling,” Rhys adds, as he suddenly appears inside the hotel room too, his gaze landing right on my own. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way. I really love that color on you.”
“…Thank you?” I reply, puzzled by the situation. “Van? What’s going on—”
“You said you couldn’t choose, princess,” he answers with a grin. “Well, it turns out that we couldn’t choose, either.”
“We didn’t even want to,” Rhys continues. “What’s the point? We both want you, darling. And you made it clear that you want both of us, too.”
“…I still don’t understand,” I murmur. “Are you…are you both saying that you’re okay with…all of us being together?”
“That’s exactly what we’re saying.” Van beams down at me. “Assuming that’s okay with you, too?”
“…Yes.” I nod along with my response, emphasizing my every word. I’m terrified, yet I’ve never felt more sure. Could my innermost dreams really be possible? It’s almost too much. “Yes, I’m…I’m okay with that.”
“Good,” Van continues. “Then I think you should lie back on the bed, and let us—”
“Van, no. Let’s sleep on this.” Something deep is making me hesitate. It’s a huge shift for the band after all. Shouldn’t we all consider it? “Besides, after we had dinner, I thought we could just go to sleep. I mean, I’m practically worn out after…earlier.” A burning blush comes over my cheeks when I spot Rhys out of the corner of my eye, realizing that I’m referencing Van fucking me while another guy I’ve fucked casually hangs out in the same room.
“And what did I do to make you so exhausted, princess?” Van presses, something mischievous in his expression.
Jerk.
He’s probably watching the way my cheeks are turning red, and helikesit. He probably wants me to go into detail about what we did together in front of Rhys, having me list it off like I’m talking about something much less explicit, like if I think it’s a good day for a hike or not.
“You made me come, over and over,” I answer, my voice low. “You…tied my wrists with my T-shirt, and you wouldn’t stop fucking me, not until you were ready to come inside of me.”
“And did you like it, princess? When I came inside of you?”
“Yes,” I reply with a confident tone. “Yes, I liked it when you came inside of me, Van.”
“Why?”
“Because it makes me feel good to know that I can make you come,” I say with a nonchalant air. “And I like knowing how much you like being inside of me.”
“Fuck. You’re so perfect, Alyssa,” Van goes on, his eyes shimmering with absolute delight as he gently runs a finger along my lower lip. “You’re really making me start to wonder what it might be like.”
“What it might be like?”
“To fill you up with my cum,” he replies. “And pass you over to someone else right after, so I can watch my cum sliding out of you, even as you’re shamelessly taking another cock.”
Fuck.
I have to bite back a whimper at the thought, my overworked clit slightly throbbing at the mental image of me riding Rhys’s huge shaft as Van’s cum leaks right out of me. I then feel Van gently moving me back toward the mattress, before he softly pushes me down to the bedsheets. There’s nothing erotic or hurried about his touch now, as he settles down right beside my frame, his arm soon resting across my lower stomach.
“Goodnight, princess,” Van says, before he quietly yawns at my side. “You’re right. We should just go to bed. I think I’m pretty wiped, too.”
“Same goes for me, darling,” Rhys murmurs, slipping onto the other side of the bed, his arm resting a few inches above Van’s own around my waist. “I’m pretty beat myself. Turns out, writing a half-decent song is goddamn tiring.”
“It wouldn’t be so tiring if you exercised that part of your brain more,” Van mumbles.
“How many times am I going to have to tell you to fuck off, mate?” Rhys mumbles right back.
