Page 65 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Gemma

Bath, England

The cotton sheets that felt cold against my skin and Bath's gray morning light filtering through windows that suddenly seemed too large, too empty. My hand reached automatically across the vast expanse of my king-sized bed, searching for the familiar warmth of Brian's solid chest or the lean strength of Enzo's arms. Instead, my fingers found only rumpled fabric and the fading scent of their cologne on my pillowcases.

The silence in my apartment was deafening. Not the comfortable quiet of sleeping lovers, but the hollow echo of absence that made my chest tight with something dangerously close to panic. I sat up, my hair falling in waves around my shoulders, and strained to hear any sound that might indicate they were still here—the shower running, coffee brewing, the low murmur of their voices from the kitchen. Nothing.

"Brian?"

I called. "Enzo?"

No response. Just the distant hum of Bath's morning traffic and the mechanical whisper of the building's heating system. I slipped from the bed, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors as I padded through the apartment with growing dread. The guest bathroom was empty, towels hanging unused on their hooks. The kitchen showed no signs of morning activity—no coffee cups in the sink, no toast crumbs on the marble countertop.

They were gone.

The realization hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs and making my knees weak as my old insecurities came rushing back. Of course they were gone. What had I expected? That two men would simply abandon their lives to play house with me in Bath?

But even as the familiar spiral of self-doubt began, something rebellious stirred in my chest. These weren't just any men. These were Brian and Enzo, who'd seen me at my most vulnerable and loved me anyway. Who'd made me feel worthy of passion and tenderness in equal measure. They wouldn’t leave without saying something.

And I needed to see them right fucking now.

My hand was on the door handle when I heard voices in the hallway outside—familiar voices that made my chest flood with relief so intense I nearly collapsed. I yanked the door open and found Brian and Enzo standing in front of my apartment with Brian's fist raised to knock.

"Gemma?"

Enzo's dark eyes immediately took in my disheveled state, the panic I knew was written across my face.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought you'd left,"

I gasped, my voice breaking on the words.

"I woke up and you were gone, and I thought—"

"Hey."

Brian stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"We just took Jake to the airport. Made sure he actually got on the plane to Philadelphia. Didn’t want to make you go anywhere near that jackass. And you were sleeping so soundly when we left."

"We wouldn’t ever leave without talking to you."

Enzo pointed to the kitchen counter.

“Also, we left a note.”

The relief that flooded through me was so intense it made my knees weak, but it was followed by a flood of embarrassment as I thought about how I’d behaved.

"Sorry, that was completely irrational.”

Enzo chuckled, kissing my forehead.

“It’s okay, things are new. And you were recently abandoned by a man.”

“I woke up alone, and I was scared. It made me realize how much I want you here by my side,"

I whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush.

"I know it's complicated, but I can't lose you. I’m not ready."

Brian's hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing away tears I hadn't realized I was crying.

"We’re not going anywhere,"

he said simply.

"We plan to stay. To figure it out."

Enzo nodded.

"We're not going anywhere. Not unless you ask us to."

I kissed Enzo first, pouring all my relief and desperation into the contact. His lips were warm and familiar, tasting like the coffee he must have grabbed at the airport. When we broke apart, I turned to Brian, claiming his mouth with the same fierce intensity. He groaned against my lips, his hands tangling in my hair as he kissed me back with equal passion.

"Inside,"

I breathed against his mouth.

"Now. Need you both."

They followed me into the apartment, their hands never leaving me as we moved through the space that suddenly felt warm and alive again. By the time we reached the bedroom, I was shaking with need and relief in equal measure. These men were mine, and I was theirs, and nothing else mattered.

"I love you,"

I said, the words spilling out as they guided me toward the bed.

"I love you both so much."

"Good,"

Brian’s firm tone made my pussy clench.

"Because we're going to show you how much we love you back."

Their hands were everywhere at once, peeling away my silk pajamas with reverent urgency. Brian's fingers traced the line of my collarbone as he slipped the top over my head, while Enzo's palms skimmed down my sides to hook into the waistband of my shorts. The cool air of the bedroom hit my skin like a caress, but it was nothing compared to the heat of their mouths as they began to worship every inch of newly exposed flesh.

"So beautiful,"

Enzo murmured against my shoulder, his lips trailing down to the curve of my breast.

"Every time I see you like this, it takes my breath away."

Brian's mouth found my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as his hands cupped my breasts.

"Three weeks of having you,"

he said, his voice rough with desire.

"and I'm still not used to how perfect you are."

They guided me back onto the bed with gentle insistence, their bodies bracketing mine as they continued their sensual assault. Brian's lips moved lower, capturing one nipple between his teeth while his fingers worked the other. The dual sensation sent electricity racing through my nerves, making my back arch off the silk sheets.

Enzo's mouth was everywhere—my neck, my ribs, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Each kiss left a trail of fire in its wake, and I could feel my pussy growing wet with desperate need. When his tongue finally made contact with my clit, I cried out, my hands fisting in the bedsheets.

"That's it,"

Brian said.

"Let us hear you. Let us know how good we make you feel."

But even as Enzo's skilled tongue worked magic between my legs, I felt Brian's hand moving lower, his fingers trailing down the curve of my ass. When he pressed against my back entrance, I gasped, my body going rigid with anticipation.

"Relax,"

he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Let me open you up. I want to feel you come apart for us."

His finger was slick with lube—our Boy Scout always carried lube, didn’t he?—and he worked it into me with practiced patience. The burn was exquisite, made more intense by the way Enzo's tongue never stopped its relentless assault on my clit. I was caught between them, impaled on sensation that threatened to overwhelm my senses.

"You're so tight,"

Brian groaned, adding a second finger.

"So perfect. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

"Brian,"

I gasped, my hips moving restlessly between their ministrations.

"Please. I need—"

"What do you need?"

he asked, his voice taking on a conversational tone that was at odds with the filthy things he was doing to my body.

"Tell us what you want."

"I want you inside me,"

I begged, my voice breaking with desperation.

"Both of you. I want to feel you both fucking me."

Enzo lifted his head from between my legs, his face glistening with my arousal.

"Are you sure? We've never done this before—not together like this."

"I'm sure,"

I said, my voice firm despite the way my body was trembling.

"I trust you. Both of you."

Brian's fingers continued their careful preparation, stretching me open while Enzo's tongue worked my clit with devastating precision. The combination was driving me insane, building pressure in my core that threatened to explode without warning.

"By the way,"

Brian’s voice was almost casual as he added a third finger.

"Do you want us to find our own place, or would you prefer we stay here?"

The question was so unexpected, so matter-of-fact while he was literally fingering my ass, that I couldn't help but laugh.

"Here,"

I gasped, my voice breathless.

"Stay here with me. Make this home."

"Good,"

he said, his fingers curling in a way that made me see stars.

"Because I don't think I could sleep anywhere else after this."

"Neither could I,"

Enzo added, his tongue flicking against my clit in a pattern that made my thighs tremble.

They were working me into a frenzy, their combined attention pushing me toward the edge of orgasm. But every time I got close, they'd slow down, drawing out the pleasure until I was sobbing with need.

"Please,"

I begged, my hands reaching for them desperately.

"I can't take anymore. I need you both. Now."

They exchanged a look over my writhing body, some silent communication passing between them. Then they were moving, positioning themselves on either side of me as they shed their own clothes with efficient urgency. The sight of their naked bodies—Brian's lean muscle and Enzo's golden skin—made my mouth water with want.

"Are you ready?"

Brian asked, his voice gentle despite the command in his tone.

"Yes,"

I whispered, spreading my legs wider in invitation. "Please."

They knelt on either side of me, their cocks standing proud and ready. Brian positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he lined up with my prepared entrance. Enzo moved between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy.

"Together,"

Brian said.

"On three. One—"

"Two,"

Enzo added, his dark eyes locked on mine.

"Three."

They pushed into me simultaneously, and the sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Brian's cock filled my ass with delicious stretch while Enzo's length slid deep into my pussy. I felt impossibly full, claimed in the most intimate way possible by these two men who'd become my entire world.

"Fuck,"

I cried out, my body shaking with the intensity of being taken by both of them.

"I can't—it's too much—"

"You can,"

Brian said firmly, his hands steady on my hips.

"You're perfect. Look at you, taking us both so beautifully."

They began to move, finding a rhythm that had them alternating thrusts. When Brian pulled back, Enzo pushed forward, creating a constant friction that had me gasping for air. The sensations were overwhelming—the stretch of Brian's cock in my ass, the familiar fullness of Enzo in my pussy, the way their movements created pressure against all my most sensitive spots.

"I love you,"

I sobbed, the words torn from somewhere deep in my chest.

"I love you both so much."

"We love you too,"

Enzo groaned, his rhythm faltering.

"God, Gem, you feel incredible."

"Mine,"

Brian growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

"Both of you. You're mine."

"Yours,"

I agreed, my voice breaking as the pressure built inside me.

"Always yours."

I could feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train, building from the dual stimulation and the emotional weight of their declarations. When it finally hit, it was with an intensity that made me scream, my body convulsing around both their cocks as pleasure crashed through me in waves. And the orgasm seemed to keep going, each wave hitting me harder than the last as they kept fucking me.

"Fuck, I can feel you coming,"

Brian groaned as the rhythm of his moments faltered, growing fast and frantic.

"So tight, so perfect."

They came together, their release filling me as they collapsed against me, all three of us breathing hard. I'd never felt so claimed, so owned, so loved.