Page 81 of Toy for the Teachers (Forbidden Fantasies)

I sighed. “Well, what if I don’t have the time for all three of you?”

I was beginning to see why so many people stuck to one partner alone. Managing three men was often a job itself, but while sipping his beer, Warren seemed to have even more bright ideas, even if he chuckled under his breath.

“We did all promise to share you,” he joked. “Why not let you kill three birds with one stone?”

“I thought it was two birds?” Vlad wondered aloud.

“I… don’t think that’s what he means,” I explained.

The room went quiet. Outside, wind picked up against the windows, and I began to wonder if it would even be safe for Caleb and Warren to head home. It appeared that we were going to be stuck together for the night with this sudden possibility ignited in our minds.

Eyes shifted across the room as we all considered the notion.

“You’re talking about having Millie at the same time?” Caleb realized aloud.

Warren swallowed audibly. “I… I guess I am.”

“Is that something you would even want?” Vlad asked me, his eyes darkening.

Each man had curiosity written over their faces, yet I could only feel my cheeks getting hot pink.

Was I embarrassed or aroused?

Was it possible to be both?

Memories of old dreams were flooding back. Thoughts over every need behind met at once took hold of me. I took a long sip from my wine glass.

“I… I guess I don’t know if we never try,” I admitted softly. “Do you guys want to try?”

“I’ll be always willing to show you how much I care, kraseevaia,” Vlad readily professed. “We can show you how much we want to make this work.”

Vlad knew how I couldn’t deny him when he used that word. He knew exactly how it made my knees weak and my heart melt. Caleb agreed with a nod, his hand running along my cheek. I couldn’t remember the last time his eyes had burned so blue.

“You may have brought us together,” he told me, already inching closer, “but we’ve promised to take care of you. We agreed to be yours, so, please, let us take care of you, Millie.”

My eyes shifted to Warren. His brown eyes were already sharpening, calculating his next move.

“If it doesn’t make you happy, we can always stop,” he mused.

“And if it does make us happy?” I wondered aloud.

Warren’s grin spread mischievously. “I think the snowstorm will give us plenty of time to figure that one out.”

I could already feel Vlad’s body heat pressing closer. Warren looked almost leonine as he began closing the space between. Somehow, this must have been something we all wanted to happen, it just took some snow and a joking line for us to admit it.

“Just relax, angel,” Caleb urged me. “Tell us what you want.”

“I want you,” I breathed, “all of you.”

It was all the permission they needed. Warren, his hands reaching for mine, pulled me up onto my feet and into a kiss. His mouth parted mine as another gripped my waist.

I could sense it was Vlad, his presence and scent forever etched into my brain.

All I needed was Caleb, and with a lone finger, my head was tilted to find his hungered kiss.

Selfish hands were already trying to outdo the other. In the low light, I could feel them pulling me backward, or perhaps it was me pulling them.

I didn’t care who started this anymore. All I knew was that I need to be naked and to find a bed. Just down the hall, Vlad’s palatial suite fit all of my urgent needs. The men could kiss me there, their own needs taking control. Together like this, everyone’s satisfaction became a common goal, and I was at the center of it all.

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