Page 475 of Seasons of Love
“It’s part of your birthday present,” I said. “The part we couldn’t give you yesterday.”
I grabbed the box from the dresser while Mal got up to get his phone from the living room.
When I went back to bed, I sat against the headboard and settled Jake against me.
His weight on me when he leaned back against my chest was perfection. I kissed his shoulder and then his mouth when he turned his head to me.
“Got it,” Mal said. He unlocked the phone and gave it to Jake.
“What’s this?”
“Our test results. We’re both negative. We did it a few days ago, hoping at some point we could forego condoms,” Mal said.
“We can,” Jake said. “I was tested as soon as we had sex. I wanted to bring it up, but I wasn’t sure if it was too early. I can show you the results.”
“Are they negative?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Then your word is all we need. Now open this one.”
He laughed at my eagerness, but he’d soon find out why I was dying for him to open the box.
He shook the box first and then looked carefully for all the sticky tape.
“Oh, for the love of God. I’ll buy you five hundred boxes. Just open the damn thing before I expire with need.” I groaned.
Mal laughed, and I growled back.
“Does he always get like this when he’s horny?” Jake asked.
“Just wait until he’s spent an afternoon writing a sex scene. He’ll jump you and have you naked before you even know it.”
Jake turned to me. “I like that.” And then he kissed me.
Ten million years later, he removed the lid of the box and discarded the paper inside.
“Oh, my…is this…”
“It sure is.”
After our first time together, I’d researched how either of us could fuck the other two at the same time. The answer had been glaringly obvious and sexy as fuck. A strap-on dildo that we could use to fuck one of us while buried deep in the other. It even had a special feature included, but that was my secret for now.
Jake’s cock, already hard from rutting against Mal, twitched. He was so ready for this.
“What’s it gonna be, baby? Your birthday, your choice,” I whispered in his ear, taking the strap-on and discarding the box.
His gaze flickered between me, Mal, and the strap-on. He bit his lip, a cute pinkish hue gracing his cheeks.
“You want to fuck us like we fucked you?” Mal asked.
Jake shook his head. “No. I want to make you feel like I felt when I had you both. Full, loved, complete. So it’s much more than fucking.”
I kissed his neck, making sure to not leave marks that would be visible.
“Baby, if you ever want to become a writer, just say the word.”
He sat up and turned around, claiming my mouth. Mal joined us in a three-way kiss that was tender, hot, and promising at the same time.
