Page 16 of Treble

Paul briefly draws his lips into his mouth to stifle a laugh. “No. No pie. If you want my cum, you’re going to take it with my cock buried inside you.”

Victor smacks Paul’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “Really? You’re just going to jump in with that?”

“What? She asked about celebratory pie!” Paul exclaims with a shrug. “What time do they expect you tomorrow?”

“Eight, but I want to be there early.” My eyes narrow. “How do you know I have rehearsal tomorrow?”

Paul rolls his eyes and scoffs. “I hacked your phone.Obviously. How else do you think we found you when you ditched the location tag I stuffed in your cello case?” Victor smothers his growl by clearing his throat. Paul continues, “All right, well, I’m going to come right out and say it. I don’t want a girlfriend, and I definitely don’t want to move to LA, and the only way I’ll ever get to touch you is if Victor is here. I’ve never had a threesome. When you mentioned it, my curiosity was piqued. You said Vicky-boy needed pointers, so for one night, we get it out of our system, and tomorrow we go back to being friends. What do you think?”

“I, uh, what’s happening? Victor isn’t my boyfriend, so if you wanted to touch me, you could. He doesn’t own me—no one does.”

“Oh, we know.” Victor chuckles. “Paul is the reason I was able to find you. When he suggested it, I was ready to punch his stupidly pretty face again. He’s not competition. I basically consider him a human version of one of your vibrators. I want a second chance to show I can take care of you. If that means Paul touches you, then so be it.”

I’m speechless.Are we doing this? Really doing this? Fuck, I’m going to need a drink—or five—to get through it.

“Victor’s got that covered,” Paul replies to what were supposed to be inside thoughts. “Since you lie to us about what youactually like, we have vodka, gin, tequila, and whiskey. We’ll order room service or run down to the bar for mixers.”

“Um, maybe a gin and tonic with extra lime?” I wince. “No, sorry, that’s not it.” Noah told me it’s his mom’s favorite, but as good as it sounds, I don’t think it’s mine. “Maybe a whiskey neat?” Victor makes a move for the lowball glasses next to the small ice bucket. “Stop. No. That’s just a Hozier song that’s been stuck in my head.”

“Fuck, Keri, what do you actually enjoy drinking?” Paul laughs, and I can’t help the nervous chuckle escaping me.

“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “I’ve spent the past year trying to mess with Victor, I don’t know what I like anymore.”

Fuck, that’s depressing.

“Then, let’s figure it out together,” Victor offers, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I dig deep to find the part of myself I lost trying to be something I’m not. When he wrapped his hand around my throat and I told him harder, it was real. I don’t want sweet praise or to be treated as if I’m fragile. Maybe that’s why I was so intrigued by these two—neither of them will treat me like porcelain.

“We can figure out favorite cocktails later,” I grumble. “What will get me drunk the fastest?”

Victor closes the distance, taking my face in his hands. I can’t help leaning into his touch. “I don’t want you drunk; tomorrow is your first rehearsal.”

I nod and cover his hands with mine. “You’re right, but a few shots of vodka should take the edge off. What’s your plan? Areyou going to tag-team me? An Eiffel Tower situation? Or are we going to attempt some crazy DVP?”

“What the fuck is DVP?” Paul chuckles. “Is it like an STD?”

“No!” I bark out a laugh and step out of Victor’s hold to demonstrate two fingers through a circle I’ve made with my other hand. “Two cocks inside me.”

His eyes blow wide. “I was thinking more of a mess of tangled limbs and taking turns.”

“Same,” Victor agrees. “He doesn’t get anywhere near my cock.”

“Fine,” I groan and open the vodka, drinking straight from the bottle. It’s nowhere near the quality I had at Henry’s, but it doesn’t burn like a five dollar fifth.

“Whoa, baby, be careful,” Paul warns, snatching the bottle from me. A small drop slips down my chin, and before I can wipe it away, he licks it off me, then takes a swig from the bottle. In an instant, Paul’s lips crash into mine and the spicy liquid passes between us, giving me an extra shot. I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.

As I continue kissing Paul, Victor presses behind me, trailing his lips from my ear down my neck. He murmurs against my skin, “After tonight, I’m not sharing you.” His voice is firm and controlled, even if it’s muffled by my neck.

Heat pools in my belly and it isn’t from the vodka. The mere idea of being shared by two men has me so damn wet I may as well ditch my panties altogether. Sandwiched between them, they’re both hard and ready to play. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I’m not about to squander it.

I reach between Paul and me to palm his cock through his jeans. He hisses against my lips and a dark chuckle rumbles in the chest behind me, vibrating against my back. Paul grips my thighs and pulls my legs around his waist, carrying me over to the bed, then sits with me straddling his lap. All levity ceases from Victor as he growls, “I’m not going to sit back and let you fuck her.”

While Paul was explicit about what he wanted, Victor wasn’t. He only mentioned not wanting to share me again. I can’t help asking, “What happens after tonight?”

Victor tugs my shirt off me and insists, “You’re mine. Paul and I have to fly back in the morning for string rehearsal, but I’ll be putting in my notice. Wherever you are, I’ll be.”

While it’s hot in books, logistically this is a nightmare. Victor is going to give up his seat in the symphony orchestra for me? He doesn’t have a job set up in LA, there’s only one reason for him to be here—me. And I’m not enough.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Paul tells me softly and I’m beginning to think I said all of that out loud. “Don’t overthink this. I’m here for a good time, but to be honest, Victor is likely here to wife you up. Henry just got word that he’ll be brought on as a drummer for a band he refuses to disclose the name of. If Vicky needs a job, I’m sure Henry could connect him with someone here. If he becomes a freeloader, I’ll fly down here myself and put him in his place. Maybe make him watch as I fuck you again.”

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