Page 12 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Lila

The evening stretched before us like an empty promise, Connor's body warm against mine on our too-big couch, in our too-quiet apartment. Three wine glasses on the coffee table—we'd set out three out of habit, even though we knew it would be just us again. I traced the rim of mine with my fingertip, letting the longing settle in my chest where it had made its home these past weeks. One person missing, and somehow the whole world felt off-kilter.

"Why hasn't he called? This is the usual time,"

Connor asked, his voice almost too casual as his fingers played with the ends of my auburn hair.

"Think he's still at work?"

I leaned back into his chest, the soft cotton of his t-shirt brushing against my bare shoulders.

"Probably. Or maybe at the gym. You know how he is after deadlines."

The mention of Nick's workout routine hung dangerously between us. We both knew what came with that thought—images of sweat tracing the inked lines of his tattoos, muscles tightening under tan skin, that goddamn smirk when he caught us staring. My thighs pressed together of their own accord.

"Can't stop thinking about the last weekend he visited,"

Connor murmured against my temple, hand sliding from my hair to my hip.

"Specifically that morning when you were in the shower, and I was on my knees for him."

Heat pooled between my legs. "Tell me."

"Fuck, Lila."

His breath hitched.

"All I want in life is to get fucked by my best friend often enough that my hole is actually used to taking that monster cock of his. Is that too much to ask?"

He laughed, but there was a thread of real frustration laced through it.

"And watching him fuck you, of course. The way you arch when he hits that spot deep inside you that makes you scream."

I turned in his arms, pressing my lips to the hollow of his throat.

"We're pathetic, aren't we? Two grown adults madly in love with a man who lives in another city."

My hand traced the outline of his hardening cock through his sweatpants.

"Though I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting that. I want it too—watching him work you open with those long fingers, the way your eyes roll back when he finally pushes in."

"Jesus,"

Connor groaned, his hips lifting slightly into my touch.

"Any more of that and we'll end up fucking on this couch while texting him dirty pictures. Again."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

I bit his earlobe, enjoying his sharp intake of breath.

"He loves our dirty pictures. Besides, since he missed last weekend, it's been two weeks. You telling me you don't miss the way he tastes when he comes down your throat?"

Connor's retort was cut short by our apartment buzzer. We both startled like teenagers caught making out.

"That'll be dinner,"

I said, reluctantly peeling myself from my husband's lap. I padded across our apartment to the intercom, pressing the button with a sigh.

"Coming up?"

There was a pause, then a deep, familiar chuckle that sent electricity racing through my veins.

"I certainly hope so."

"Nick?"

I whispered, then louder.

"Nick! Oh my god, get up here!"

I slammed my finger against the entry button, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs.

Three sharp knocks on our door sent me sprinting across the room. I yanked the door open to find Nick leaning against the frame, his tall figure silhouetted by the hallway light, black hair falling across his forehead in that perfectly messy way that always made my fingers itch to touch it.

"Surprise,"

he said, dark eyes crinkling at the corners.

I didn't speak—couldn't speak—launching myself at him instead. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me easily as our mouths crashed together. He tasted like coffee and mint and something uniquely him that I'd been craving for weeks. My legs locked around his waist, and he carried me inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Miss me?"

he murmured against my lips, his stubble rough against my chin.

"Fuck you,"

I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling, earning a low groan that vibrated through both our bodies.

"Two weeks. Two fucking weeks, Nick. I love you so much."

"Had some things to sort out,"

he said, walking us toward the living room where Connor waited.

"Important things. Three months of only seeing the people I love most in this world on weekends has been killing me."

Connor was on us in seconds, his hand curling around the back of Nick's neck to pull him into a bruising kiss over my shoulder. I watched them from inches away, the familiar surge of arousal flooding my system at the sight of my husband's tongue sliding against his best friend's. Nick's grip on my ass tightened, fingers digging into the flesh beneath my thin leggings.

"We were just talking about you,"

Connor said when they broke apart, both breathing hard.

Nick's eyebrow quirked up.

"Good things, I hope."

"Very good things,"

I confirmed, rolling my hips against the hardness I could feel growing against me.

"Connor was just explaining in detail how desperately he wants your cock in his ass."

"Was he now?"

Nick's eyes darkened as they flicked to Connor's flushed face.

"And what were you saying, Lila?"

"That I miss watching you fuck him."

I bit his lower lip, tugging gently.

"Miss fucking you. Miss you."

The atmosphere shifted, something raw and hungry replacing the initial joy of reunion. Nick carried me to the bedroom, Connor following close behind. The moment my feet touched the floor, we were a tangle of hands, mouths, and desperation, clothes being pulled and pushed aside with little regard for seams or buttons.

My sundress disappeared over my head, leaving me in just a lacy blue thong. Connor's t-shirt and sweats joined it on the floor, and Nick's button-down was peeled from his broad shoulders, revealing the dark lines of ink that wrapped around his muscles and made my mouth water.

"Fuck, look at you,"

Nick growled, his hands spanning my waist.

"Been thinking about these tits for weeks."

He dipped his head, taking one nipple between his teeth and tugging until I gasped, back arching into his touch.

Connor moved behind me, his bare chest pressed against my back, cock hard against the curve of my ass.

"You should've seen her last night,"

he murmured, hands sliding up to cup my breasts as Nick moved to the other nipple.

"Fingers deep in her pussy, calling your name when she came."

Nick's answering groan sent vibrations through my sensitive flesh. I reached between us, palming his cock through his jeans, savoring the thick, heavy weight of him.

"Need you,"

I whispered.

"Both of you."

"Fuck yes,"

Connor breathed, his lips trailing down my neck.

Nick straightened, his expression suddenly serious and intent.

"I think it's time,"

he said, voice dropping an octave as his gaze locked with Connor's over my shoulder.

"Time for you to take both of us."

My pussy clenched at his words, a rush of wetness soaking my thong. We'd discussed this—fantasized about it—but never actually attempted it.

"Both of you?"

I echoed, breath catching.

"Both of us in this pretty pussy,"

Nick confirmed, one hand sliding down to press against the damp fabric between my thighs.

"Connor and I, fucking each other inside you."

Connor's hands tightened on my hips.

"Jesus, Nick. Are you sure she can—"

"I want it,"

I interrupted, turning to kiss my husband fiercely.

"I want to feel both of you stretching me open. Please."

They lowered me to our bed like I was made of glass, arranging me in the center of the mattress. Nick stripped off his remaining clothes, his cock springing free—thick, long, and already leaking at the tip. Connor was similarly naked in seconds, his slightly shorter but equally gorgeous cock curving toward his stomach.

"Need to get you ready first,"

Nick said, crawling between my spread legs.

"So fucking wet already."

He hooked his fingers in my thong and dragged it slowly down my thighs, the fabric catching on my slick flesh.

Connor moved to lie beside me, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss as Nick settled between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my clit had me arching off the bed, a broken moan tearing from my throat. He lapped at me slowly, deliberately, opening me with his tongue before sliding two long fingers into my dripping cunt.

"That's it,"

Connor murmured, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"Let him taste how much you've missed him."

Nick hummed against my flesh, adding a third finger, stretching me with careful precision.

"So tight,"

he said, his voice rough.

"Going to feel so good around both our cocks."

The image his words conjured had me grinding against his mouth, chasing the pressure of his tongue. Connor's hands wandered over my body, pinching, stroking, teasing me to the edge of release before Nick pulled back, his chin glistening with my arousal.

"Not yet,"

he commanded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Want you to come when we're both inside you."

He moved up my body, positioning himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

"You ready for me, baby?"

I nodded, beyond words as he began to push inside, the delicious stretch of his cock making me gasp and clutch at his shoulders. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to each inch until he was seated fully inside me, his pelvis flush against mine.

"Fuck,"

he groaned, forehead dropping to rest against mine.

“I forgot how good you feel."

Connor knelt beside us, stroking his cock as he watched Nick filling me.

"How do you want to do this?"

he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

Nick pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, making me cry out.

"I'll hold her. You come in from behind."

With practiced ease, Nick adjusted me until I was seated on his cock, my legs straddling his waist. He turned us so Connor could position himself behind me, Nick's strong arms supporting me. I felt Connor's cock pressing against where Nick and I were joined, the head pushing insistently alongside Nick's shaft.

"Breathe,"

Connor whispered against my shoulder blade.

"Relax for us, baby."

I forced myself to exhale, letting my muscles soften as the pressure increased. There was a moment of resistance, then a sudden give as the head of Connor's cock slipped in alongside Nick's. The stretch was overwhelming, verging on too much, a burn that rode the knife's edge between pleasure and pain.

"Holy fuck,"

I gasped, my nails digging half-moons into Nick's back.

"Oh god, oh god."

“Are you okay?"

Nick asked, holding perfectly still, his dark eyes searching mine.

I nodded frantically.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop. I need both of you, love both of you."

Connor pushed forward, inch by excruciating inch, until both men were fully seated inside me. I'd never felt so completely, utterly filled—stretched to my absolute limit around their throbbing cocks.

"She's so tight,"

Connor groaned against my neck.

“I can feel you pulsing against me, man."

Nick made a choked sound, his grip on my thighs tightening.

"Move. Fucking move before I lose my mind."

They started slowly, finding a rhythm that had one pushing in as the other withdrew slightly, never leaving me empty. The drag of their cocks against each other inside me sent shockwaves of pleasure through my system, forcing broken sounds from my throat with each thrust.

"That's it,"

Nick encouraged, his voice wrecked.

"Take us both. Such a perfect fucking pussy."

The praise sent heat spiraling through me, my inner walls clenching around them, drawing twin groans from the men. They picked up the pace, their careful control slipping as pleasure built.

"Wanted this—ah—wanted this for so long,"

Connor panted, his chest slick with sweat against my back.

"Feels so good,"

I managed, words fracturing as they thrust deeper.

"Love how you fill me up. Love—love you both so much."

The words spilled from my lips before I could catch them, raw and honest in the heat of the moment. Nick's rhythm faltered, his gaze snapping to mine, something vulnerable flickering in those dark depths.

"Say it again,"

he demanded, hips driving forward with renewed purpose.

"Love you,"

I gasped, the pressure building impossibly inside me.

"Love you, Nick."

Nick claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing my words and replacing them with his tongue. They moved faster, harder, the obscene sound of flesh against flesh filling the room along with our mingled moans.

"Going to come,"

Connor warned, his teeth scraping against my shoulder.

"Can't hold back."

Nick nodded, his forehead pressed against mine.

"Come with us, Lila. Let go."

The command broke something loose inside me. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my cunt clamping down on their cocks as pleasure rippled outward from my core. I screamed, the sound torn from somewhere deep and primal as waves of ecstasy pulsed through every nerve.

Connor followed immediately, his cock jerking inside me as he emptied himself with a hoarse cry. Nick lasted only seconds longer, his rhythm faltering as he drove deep one final time, his release hot and pulsing alongside Connor's.

We collapsed onto the sheets in a sweaty, panting heap, my body still trembling with aftershocks. I lay sandwiched between them, Connor's chest pressed against my back, Nick's forehead touching mine as we struggled to remember how breathing worked. The bedroom smelled of sex and sweat and the sandalwood cologne Nick always wore, and I wanted to bottle the scent, keep it close for the inevitable times when he'd be gone again. My heart still raced, not just from the earth-shattering orgasm but from the words I'd let slip in the heat of passion—words I couldn't take back. Words I wasn't sure I wanted to take back.

Nick's hand traced lazy patterns on my hip, his breathing gradually slowing to normal. In the dim light filtering through our bedroom curtains, I could see the slight furrow between his brows, the question forming before he spoke it.

"Did you mean it?"

he finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"What you said... about loving me?"

The vulnerability in those dark eyes made my chest ache. I opened my mouth to respond, but Connor beat me to it, his laugh a warm rumble against my back.

"Of course she meant it, you idiot."

His arm tightened around my waist as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at Nick over my shoulder.

"We both do. Madly in love with you. Obviously."

"I sometimes worry that it's just sex for you guys. That I'll drop everything, uproot my life, just to find out that you've moved on."

"You're so much more than just sex to us,"

I whispered.

"You have been for a long time."

"I love you too,"

Nick said finally, eyes meeting mine, then Connor's.

"Both of you. Maybe have for a long time, I don't know. I tried not to think about it too hard because what was the point, right?"

"Here we are,"

Nick agreed, a genuine smile breaking across his face.

"And actually... that's part of why I came today. I didn't just show up for mind-blowing sex, though that was definitely a bonus."

My heart stuttered in my chest. "Oh?"

Nick's thumb traced circles on my knee.

"I had a job interview last week. With a company here in Portland."

"The startup that's working on that new gaming platform?"

Connor asked, leaning forward.

Nick nodded.

"They need a lead programmer for their backend systems. I didn't want to say anything until it was official, didn't want to get your hopes up—get my hopes up."

He took a deep breath.

"They called this morning. I got the job."

For a moment, the words didn't register. Then they hit me all at once, and I launched myself at him with a squeal that probably hurt his eardrums. My arms wrapped around his neck as I peppered his face with kisses.

"You're moving to Portland?"

I demanded between kisses.

"For real? This isn't some cruel joke?"

Nick laughed, arms encircling my waist.

"For real. Starting in two weeks."

"Holy shit,"

Connor breathed, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Nick, that's—fuck, that's amazing."

"Move in with us,"

I blurted, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

"Here. This apartment. With us."

Nick blinked.

"I—what? Don't you think that's moving a little fast?"

"We've known each other for how long now?"

Connor asked, scooting closer until our naked bodies formed a tight circle.

"Since freshman year of college? That's a decade, man. And we've been fucking for months."

"Besides," I added.

"we have the spare room if you need your own space sometimes. Though I'd prefer you in here."

I patted the mattress beneath us.

"We can get a bigger bed if we need to."

Nick's eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"You're serious about this."

"Deadly serious,"

Connor confirmed.

"I love my wife, and I love you, and I want us all together. Simple as that."

"Not to mention the practical aspects,"

I said, slipping into planning mode despite myself.

"The rent split three ways, shared utilities, carpooling options—"

Nick cut me off with a kiss.

"You're cute when you go all analytical,"

he murmured against my lips.

"Is that a yes?"

I asked, heart hammering with hope.

Nick looked between us, something soft and wondering in his expression.

"You really want this? All of this? Me, all the time? The morning breath and the work stress and the fucking Lego sets I leave out everywhere?"

"Yes,"

Connor and I said in unison.

Nick's laugh was bright and free, the last of his hesitation falling away.

"Then yes. Absolutely yes."

I squealed again, throwing my arms around both of them, toppling us back onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

"We're going to need to make space in the closet,"

I said, my mind already racing with logistics.

"And maybe get you a desk for the corner of the living room for work—"

"Lila,"

Connor interrupted, amused.

"Can we maybe enjoy the moment before you start rearranging the furniture?"

"Sorry,"

I grinned, not sorry at all.

"Just excited."

Nick's arm tightened around my waist.

"I'll need to give notice at my apartment in Seattle, pack up my stuff. And I need to accept the job. It will probably take a couple of weeks to sort everything out."

"We'll help,"

Connor offered.

“We can make a weekend of it. Drive up, pack your things, and say goodbye to Seattle."

"And then bring you home,"

I added, the word 'home' taking on new meaning.

Nick's smile was soft, almost wondering.

"Home,"

he repeated.

"I like the sound of that."