Page 101 of Ink Me Three Times
They share a glance, and that’s when I feel it, the weight of their attention shifting toward me. The easy banter that had been here seconds ago evaporates, and something heavier fills the space between us.
“We’ve been talking,” Mitchell says slowly, turning to face me. “About... about us. All of us.”
I blink. What the hell does that mean? “I’m not sure I follow.”
Freddie leans forward, hands resting on his knees. “Look, Ivy. We’ve been in situations before… together. And we think maybe it’s time to put everything on the table.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Put what on the table?”
Timothy smiles at me, but there’s something too easy about it, like he’s waiting for my reaction. “We were thinking… maybe we should all, you know,shareyou. Together.”
I laugh, more out of instinct than anything else. “Wait, what?”
Mitchell’s serious. Like, way more serious than I ever expected. “We’ve done this before. The three of us, one woman. If that’s something you like the sound of?”
I’m stunned. What are they even talking about? My brain feels like it’s short circuiting, and I’m not sure if I’m hearing them right.
“Wait. Like some kind of harem?” I almost choke on the word, half laughing, half not.
Freddie offers me a one shouldered shrug. “Is it something you want to try?”
Try.
Like an experiment… a bit of fun.Notthe outcome I thought it’d be, I can only imagine how shocked Olivia will be. But I also have to admit, I kinda like the idea.
It’s hot as hell.
I shift uneasily on the couch, not quite sure what to do with my thoughts. The idea lingers between us, thick and heady, and something deep inside me stirs in response. It’s ridiculous. It’s insane. And yet… it’s not as repellent as I’d expected.
In fact, it’s kind of intriguing.
I meet each of their gazes. Mitchell’s dark eyes are steady, almost calculating. There’s no teasing or joking around now. His posture is tight, controlled, but there’s a fire behind his calm exterior.
Freddie leans back on the couch, his fingers wrapped loosely around his beer. There’s something playful in his expression, though I can see the flicker of uncertainty there. He’s testing the waters. Seeing if I’ll dive in.
Timothy’s the one who seems to be waiting. His half-smile is almost too perfect, like he’s enjoying watching me process this whole thing. He’s always been the most relaxed of the three, but tonight there’s an edge to him… like he’s stepping up to the plate.
Without realizing it, I’m leaning forward. The space between us feels charged, as if every breath I take draws me closer to whatever is waiting for me on the other side of this conversation.
My heart beats faster, and my fingers tremble slightly as I set my water bottle down on the coffee table. There’s no turning back now. I look at them, really look at them, and something inside me settles. This is crazy, yes. Unexpected. But it’s also thrilling. I want this. I want them.
“I want to try,” I say quietly, but with more certainty than I feel. “I want this.”
The first move comes from Mitchell.
He’s right there, standing in front of me before I even realize it. He doesn’t say a word. He just leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a way that’s firm, possessive, as though he’s marking his territory.
I don’t pull away.
Instead, my hand reaches up instinctively, gripping the back of his neck. The kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, as if he’s testing my response. My breath hitches, and I can feel his warmth seeping through me, the pressure of his body against mine.
When he pulls away, I’m left breathless. His lips hover just above mine, his eyes locked onto mine with that same intensity that’s always been there.
“I really think this is something you will like,” he says quietly, voice low, “but if not, let us know immediately.”
I don’t know how to respond. I don’t need to. My body answers before my brain can catch up. I stand up, move towardshim, and without a second thought, I pull him back into me, kissing him again, this time harder, more desperate.
The world outside us disappears, and all I can focus on is the taste of him, the heat between us, the connection.
