Page 32 of Chasing My Bliss (Behind The Lens #6)

Felicity

T heir cars are both parked in the driveway when I arrive, and when I let myself in, they’re sitting in the living room, talking quietly. No hatred between them, no arguing. I clear my throat and their gaze darts to me.

Roxy shifts, angling her body toward me as I start to speak.

“What you did was wrong. The lies, the betrayal. I want to understand why you did it, but it’s hard. I know you think what you were doing was okay, but it wasn’t. But now we’re in a position where I’m in love with both of you. And you’re right, I can’t choose. I won’t.”

I move across the room, closer to them.

“I’m willing to try this if you are. But don’t ever lie to me again. If there’s anything else you need to say that you’ve been hiding, tell me now. Don’t let it come out later.”

“I want this, Felicity,” Ezra answers first. “I want you. If it means sharing, then I will. Mistakes may happen, tempers may flare, but know that it’s just going to take me some time to fully be okay. As far as secrets there are no more. Not for me.”

I shift my eyes to Roxy, waiting for her answer.

“I’m all in, baby. You know that. There will never be a secret that I keep from you again. Almost losing you over one is enough for me.”

Exhaling softly, I let myself finally be happy with my decision.

“Then we’re good, and there’s just one tiny detail left,” I say boldly, turning toward Ezra’s bedroom, and beckoning them to follow with my finger.

I flip the light on and move to the bed, and when I turn and sit down, Ezra is pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. “You said sometimes together. This is one of them.”

“You’re right,” he replies. “If we can’t play together nicely now, then we know it won’t work.”

Roxy kneels in front of me and leans in, her first touch barely a brush, a teasing caress along my stomach, the bare flesh visible from my shirt riding up. She leans in and kisses the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, while her fingers slip under the hem of my shirt.

“Let me,” she whispers.

I raise my arms as Roxy peels the fabric from my body. My breath hitches as the cool air hits my skin—instantly replaced by the feel of her hands along my side. “Lean forward,” she whispers in my ear, as her hands slip around my back, unhooking my bra.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Ezra stands at the foot of the bed, one knee on it, his eyes on me.

Roxy stands, her eyes watching me like a woman hungry. She grips her top, pulling it over her head and then discards her bra. I watch Ezra, but not once does he shift his gaze from me. It’s as if she doesn’t even exist.

Looking back over at Roxy, I notice she’s moving with an unhurried confidence, removing her pants until she’s standing before me bare, and all mine.

She climbs back on the bed beside me, kneeling over me, her hair cascading down around my face, giving a small sense of privacy.

“Can I?” she asks, her voice a velvet murmur.

A nod. A breathless yes. I don’t know what she was asking to do, and I don’t fucking care.

Ezra’s hands grip my ankles, firm and eerily hot as he pulls me down the bed, until I’m lying flat.

“Lift your bottom,” he orders.

They work together—Roxy tugging gently from the front, undoing my jeans, while Ezra slides the denim down my legs.

His fingers grazing my thighs, while Roxy’s fingers trace designs along my hips.

Before I know it, I’m lying before them naked and out of breath, full of anticipation of what's to come.

“Now back to what I wanted to do,” Roxy whispers.

She shifts her body, lowering her face to my breast and latches on. Her tongue swirls around my pebbled nipple as my back arches off the bed in appreciation.

“God, you’re stunning,” Ezra murmurs. His fingers trailing gently back up the length of my thighs as he crawls in between my legs. “You have no idea what you do to us.”

“She’s a dream come true. One I don’t want to wake from.” Roxy pops her mouth off my nipple long enough to add before giving attention to the other.

“Then let's turn her from a dream to a reality,” Ezra murmurs, his warm breath dancing along my clit.

His tongue flicks across my clit, running small circles around it and I can’t help but moan.

Ezra’s finger finds my opening, pushing inside, moving in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper each time.

Roxy’s mouth peppers kisses along my skin, over my collarbone, along my neck until she finds my mouth, claiming it for hers.

Her soft fingers, a contrast to the harsher ones of Ezra’s, kneads my tender nipples, rolling the peaks between her fingers as she pulls lightly on them.

Everything is so intense. It’s all I’ve been craving without ever knowing I wanted it.

“I want to feel all of you for myself,” Roxy’s voice breathless from kissing. “But tonight, this is for you. The two of us working to bring you pleasure, while taking nothing in return. It’s all about you. Your orgasms. Our punishment for deceiving you, is to have none of our own.”

My body trembles beneath them. Their touches so different—Ezra’s grounding and firm, Roxy’s soft and caring—but together they work in perfect harmony, a shared purpose in every kiss, every breath, every slow, maddening stroke.

“You,” I open my mouth to speak but Roxy covers her mouth with mine.

“You don’t have to think,” Ezra murmurs as he flicks his tongue around my clit. “Just feel.”

Their mouths and hands claim me, alternating in rhythm—kisses to my shoulders, my hips, kneading and caressing. They never touch each other, never break the chain of focus that they’ve wrapped entirely around me.

They continue to tease me. Worship me. My breath catches again and again as they push me slowly to the edge, holding me there just on the verge and back off.

It’s a cycle that repeats until finally they let me have it all and I let go—shaking, crying out, arching between them—and my release takes over.

“You’re everything,” Roxy whispers, nuzzling her face in my neck.

“I could do this all night,” Ezra’s voice drifts into my ear as he moves, crawling up the bed until he’s lying beside me, his hand resting on my stomach. “Tasting you on my tongue as you come undone.”

I lay there, weightless and burning, the two people I care about on either side of my body. For the first time in forever, I feel completely adored. Wanted. Cherished.

We lay on the crumpled sheets, a tangled mess of limbs and soft gasps. My chest rises and falls as my body recovers.

“I love you, both of you. I don’t want tonight to end,” I whisper.

Roxy lifts up, her eyes gazing down on me, her mouth curving into a knowing, tender smile. “Then it doesn’t have to,” she says, her voice low and smoky, eyes dark with promise.

She leans in, her lips pressing softly on mine, a lingering kiss that sends shivers cascading down my spine. Her hand trails slowly over my hip, circling, teasing, never quite where the building tension is aching the most.

“Is this okay?” she whispered, eyes flicking up. “Do you want more?”

A shaky nod. “God, yes…”

Ezra’s hand slides over my leg and beneath my thigh, lifting, shifting and placing it over his leg. My wet pussy exposed more for them. He kisses the crook of my neck, slow and purposeful, each press of his lips sending pulses straight to my core.

“You’re so soft,” he breathes, his voice low, intimate, spoken like a secret meant only for me. “You’re trembling.”

“I can’t tell which of you is driving me crazy more,” I tell them, barely able to get the words out.

They both chuckle—one soft and sweet, the other deep and low.

“We’re not in a rush,” Roxy murmurs. “Tonight is about you. Let us unravel you.”

Their fingers move with agonizing patience. Each of them slipping a finger through my folds together, intertwining them before pushing them into my hole.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out in pleasure. The feeling is so intense I don’t think I can handle it.

While they are touching, I know that’s as far as it will go.

They continue to pump their fingers in and out of me until I’m coming all over them, my body trembling with my release.

My second orgasm since waking.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” Ezra’s voice so raspy I could come from that alone.

“You’re ours, Felicity. Ezra’s and mine. Forever and always.”

The room goes quiet as we lay there, my body cocooned between theirs, our bodies breathless. Ezra traces soft circles over my hipbone with a calloused thumb, his other arm tucked under his head like a pillow. Roxy plays with a strand of her hair, her lips curled up in the corners in a smile.

“You okay?” she asks me softly.

“More than okay.” There’s no other way to explain how I’m feeling. “You were both…” my words get caught somewhere between emotion and exhaustion. “So gentle. So in tune. I didn’t know I could be... taken care of like that.”

A pause settles in the room, comfortable and full. The kind that doesn’t demand filling. I exhale fully for the first time in a long while, resting my head against the pillow, wrapped in arms and warmth and a future that I never planned on.

We still have a lot to work on. Decisions to make, but the most important one has been made. We’re together. No matter what happens, we can handle it and I can’t wait for it.