Page 6 of Rose Red (Once Upon a Happy Ever After 4)

I mean— I wasn’t going to turn it down.

Luca continued kissing me, letting his hand slide down my back and down my ass until he found that very sensitive, very naughty spot. While he teased my ass, Chase made himself busy playing with my soaking pussy.

“Jesus fuck, woman you’re so wet!

“Only for you two,” I managed to utter as they toyed with and stroked my body like they had a goddamn handbook. The pressure built within me. Subtle at first, then growing and growing until it finally crashed into me. “Oh GOD!” I screamed, riding my orgasm out on their fingers.

Luca set me down, led me into the shower and we all took turns lathering each other. Each of us paying way more attention to the other’s fun parts than strictly necessary. At one point I had a soapy cock in each hand, sliding my way down the length like a damn porn star. Luca made me stop though.

“You’re too good at that, Abby. You’ll get me off before I get to have you again.”

And with that, we quickly rinsed any residual soap and got out. Chase and Luca both took towels but instead of drying themselves, they both dried me off. Then Chase picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“Ew, you’re still all wet,” I squeaked as he carried me back to the bed.

“That’s right. And pretty soon I’ll make you just as wet.” Chase said and smacked my upturned ass earning him another little squeak. I really squealed when he pulled me off his shoulder and bounced me on the mattress. Chase and Luca were on either side of me in moments. Chase pulled me to face him, cupped my face and whispered, “You’re really going to like this.” He came in close, barely brushing his lips against me, teasing and tempting until I grabbed the back of his head and forced him to kiss me harder. I drank in his kisses and as he paid attention to my front, Luca laid kisses down the back of my neck and across my back, working his way down until he reached my ass. He bit each cheek, gently but enough to make a small yelp leave me. Then, as Chase’s hand slid down my body and found my aching slit, Luca’s tongue found my ass. “Oooooh!” I leaned into the divine, taboo pleasure— Luca tonguing my ass as Chase flicked and swirled my clit around. Just as I started to rock my hips into them and things built again both men pulled away.

“I think she’s ready,” Luca said to Chase.

Chase smiled his dazzling smile at me, lifted my leg and rested it on his hip.

“Jesus, Abby, your ass it just fucking perfect,” Luca said as he rubbed his cock all around my now slick hole. He pressed it slowly into me, filling me full in such a delicious, naughty way. I threw my head back and moaned as Luca slowly worked his way in an

d out of my ass.

“Do you like his cock in your ass?” Chase rumbled in my ear. I could only nod in response. “And how about this?” He slid the head of his cock up and down my folds, teasing and making me wiggle and moan and grind against him. “Fuck, Abigail, you’re so damn wet,” he said and groaned as he finally slammed balls-deep into me.

I screamed at the sheer euphoric, other-worldly pleasure of being filled so full. Both my men found a slow and steady rhythm, rocking me back and forth as they each kissed and nipped at whatever parts they could reach. And before I knew it I was screaming again, my whole body racked with wave after wave of pleasure. I felt both their releases. Chase’s first and then Luca a moment later. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting, stroking, whispering to each other.

The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the arms of the men I love.

Chapter Six

Chase

Hunger kept me from dozing like Abigail and Luca. I left them cuddling, sheets tangled all around and ordered room service. I got enough for all three of us in case they woke up, grabbed a robe and stepped out onto the balcony to try and puzzle out the solution to our situation.

Abigail wanted her life choice accepted by her peers and not used against her or her father. I understood it. But I wasn’t sure it was realistic. I didn’t think anyone would be accepting of three people as a committed serious relationship. Still, even if I couldn’t get people to accept us, I’d make damn sure no one would ever use it against her again.

The fallout from last year’s scandal was minimal for us— further proof of a double standard between the sexes. No one called our families demanding money so our faces and “virtue”, whatever that was, wasn’t tainted. No one even cared about the two bachelors in question. They only ever cared who the “dirty, dirty, debutante at the center of the menage” was. And that was a direct quote from the article.

It still made me so angry that in this day in age consenting adults couldn’t do what the hell they wanted without being ridiculed. Before Luca and I discovered we enjoyed sharing, it was impossible for us to date. We’d be at each other’s throats over it which eventually turned off the girl we were fighting over. Not right away. No. For a little while she’d like all the attention. She enjoyed the fact that two men were fighting over her. At first. But once Luca and I actually came to blows over her, she always split. It was hard for a long time. Until we realized that sharing was the ultimate compromise.

We thought it was just a phase. That eventually our tastes would change and we’d stop being attracted to the same women. But it never happened. Luca and I kept falling for the same girl but it always turned out the same way. It was fun but not much else. We’d never found a girl that could hold our interest or even a conversation really until we met Abigail.

I knew the moment I saw her that she was going to change our lives. Luca and I nudged each other at the same time and asked each other the same thing when she walked in the ballroom last year. “Do you see her?” We were as good as done that very moment. We spent the rest of the evening transfixed by her, wanting to know everything about her and relishing the attention she gave us.

It was our fault our photo was taken that night. If we hadn’t been so anxious to have her, if we’d been thinking with the head on our shoulders we wouldn’t have whisked her to the closed-off ballroom. We would have taken her home and had our way with her there. But we just couldn’t resist her charm and composure and her intellect. She could hold her own on any topic we threw at her. Plus it didn’t hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous. No, that was definitely a plus. This whole mess, the disgusting tabloid photo, the fortune her father spent keeping her name and face out of it, and the subsequent separation was actually all our fault. If we’d only taken her home...

A knock on the door kept me from continuing to blame myself. I stepped back in the room and saw Abigail and Luca getting up as well. “It’s just room service,” I said and opened the door wide to let attendant wheel in the cart. Before I could get out the words “come in” the door slammed all the way open, cracking against the wall. I jumped out of the way and looked at the room service guy.

Except it wasn’t a room service guy. It was just a guy. A guy who happened to have an iPhone held sideways like he was filming us.

“Nope. Not on my watch,” I said and grabbed the guy by the throat, pulling him the rest of the way into the room. Luca was at my side in moments wrestling the phone out of his hand and body slamming him into a chair.

“What’s the deal, man?” Luca asked. “Who’s paying you for this footage, huh?”

The guy shook his head. Luca and I both stepped closer, hovering over him. “See, the way I figure is you’ve got two choices. You can tell us who sent you, or we can rough you up a little bit and then you can tell us who sent you.”

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