Page 24 of Furious (The Six Six Six Rule #2)

Life Is All About Choices

LEV

I hate the way her voice breaks, her eyes losing that passionate brightness that has drawn me in from the first time I saw her.

“Zee, you need to take this thing one day at a time. We’re all in this together, ok?

The guys and I are all big boys and we know what we signed up for when we decided to pursue you.

We’ll still care about you and each other, no matter who you choose.

That’s a promise. All we ask of you is that you explore things with each of us without holding back and that you follow your heart. ”

My reassurance doesn’t have the intended effect. “But don’t you see, Lev?” she grabs my biceps, her nails digging into my skin as she struggles to get her passion under control.

I fucking dig every second of it. It’s that fire that made me fall for Zara pretty much on the spot.

“I care about each of you so fucking much,” she bites out, closing her eyes for a second. “Just the thought of losing two of you is enough to break my heart. What if I can’t ever choose between the three of you?”

Fuck.

That’s something I hadn’t considered. What if she truly can’t choose?

My own answer to that question surprises me, too. But I mean every single damn word that rushes out of my mouth. “Then we’ll have to learn to coexist.”

Zara blinks a couple of times, clearly confused. “What—what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I want to be with you, Zee. I want you to be happy. If that means that you need to be with Chance and Ares too, then I’ll have to learn to deal with it.”

Her throat works as she swallows, looking at me as if she were trying to read my thoughts. “Do you really mean it?”

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I do mean it.

“I’m falling for you, Zara.” I admit. “I’ve never felt like this before about anyone.

The only feeling I can compare to how I feel about you is how I feel about Chance and Ares.

They’re like brothers to me, even more than that.

We might fight sometimes, but those two idiots are a part of me.

And you’re becoming a part of me, too. So, in a way, it doesn’t surprise me that you have feelings for all of us.

It actually makes sense. It’s why you’re so prefect for me. For us.”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I’m falling for you too, Lev.”

Thank fuck. For a second there, I was worried I scared her.

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard in forever, Zee.

” I smile. “Of course, I can only speak for myself when I say that if you can’t choose, it isn’t a deal breaker.

But that means that you have one less thing to worry about.

We’ll see how things turn out with Chance and Ares, ok?

Just know that as long as you want me, I’m not walking away. ”

The kiss we share next is so deep that I feel it in my soul. “You know one thing you and I could do while we figure everything out? We could start exploring that idea of being with all three of us at the same time.”

“How would you do that?” she asks. “I mean, wouldn’t we need Chance and Ares to try it out?”

“Eventually.” I smile. “And Chance isn’t going to be very hard to convince, at least to try to share you sexually for the time being.

Ares might be a tougher sell, but I don’t think it’s totally impossible.

What I meant is that if you want, we could very slowly start to explore the back door stuff? ”

Her teeth scrape on her bottom lip again. “Yeah?”

I run the pad of my thumb on her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth. “Yeah. We can start really small. See if you like being touched there. Maybe try one finger or two. If you don’t like how it feels, we don’t have to go any further. But if you like it, we can slowly level you up.”

Curiosity shines in her eyes. “How do you level up anal?”

“We can go shopping.” I smile. “We can buy a set of butt plugs and try them out. We start with a small one and work our way up until we’re confident that you can take one of us there.”

She giggles nervously. “I love the way you keep saying ‘we.’ When I’m the one who has to take something up there.”

I’m a little nervous myself when I admit the next part, but Zara has put her trust in me more than once. I want to show her that I trust her, too. “Who said that you have to be the only one?”

Her eyes widen, but I clarify what I’m trying to say.

“ I read that a man can get a very powerful orgasm by having his prostate massaged. And the way you do it is with a finger—or more—in the ass. I haven’t tried it yet, but I wouldn’t be against it if you wanted to try it.”

She doesn’t have to think about it. “There is nothing I wouldn’t try with you, babe.”

I kiss her. Hard.

“Lev.” she murmurs, lowering my boxer briefs with gentle fingers.

“Jesus Christ,” I pant, resting my forehead against hers, struggling to calm down. “Do you want to be on top, Zee? I might need a second to get myself under control or I’m worried I might be a little too rough. I’m too fucking turned on.”

Her lips quirk up in a little smile. “Or you could just show me how much I turn you on.”

My heart is thundering against my rib cage, my cock pulsing in sync with it. “I don’t want to scare you.”

She nips at my bottom lip. “You won’t. I’ll tell you if it hurts and we can always flip around and I can be on top. But I want to see what your rough looks like.”

I can’t even start to make sense of the emotions that war in my chest. Everything that isn’t Zara fades into the background.

I need to own her when I just told her I could handle sharing her. The truth is that I can only watch her fall for Chance and Ares as long as I’m confident that she’ll always be mine, too.

“Get on your knees.” I ordered.

The sight of her kneeling on the mattress in front of me is almost too much to bear, but she misunderstood my instructions.

“Not like that, Zee.” I chuckle darkly. “On all fours, face the headboard. You trust me, right?”

“I trust you.” She murmurs before doing as she’s just been told.

The sight of her perfect ass is something out of this world. The term spank bank has been coined for views like this one. It’s something that will be burned in my memory forever to access whenever the need strikes.

But why worry about a memory when I have the real thing in front of me, right here and now?

My cock is pulsing with a need so intense that I almost ram into her and fuck her for all I’m worth.

But I force myself to slow down. Isn’t it funny for someone who lives for speed both on the ice and on the tarmac?

But then again, races last several laps and you have to make sure you last until the end.

So I ignore my primal need to sink balls deep into Zara’s soft heat and kneel behind her.

I lower my head and slant my mouth to her opening. My lips massage her soft, smooth skin while my tongue enters her.

“Oh.” She gasps and I know she’s loving this because she pushes herself against my face, silently begging for more.

I fuck her with my tongue, bringing my hand around to play with her clit.

If Zara’s moans and pants weren’t enough of a reward for my efforts, the way she drenches me with her arousal is a sure sign that she’s into this just as much as I am.

I lick her until she’s close, her legs trembling and struggling to support her weight. Then I rise on my knees and slam home.

“Oh God.” She cries out, surprised.

I don’t move a muscle. If I did, I would come and I want to draw this out just a little longer. By the way her inner muscles are fluttering around my hard shaft, I know that she’s close too.

“Lev?” Zara asks when I stretch over her to open the nightstand drawer.

“You ok?” I check.

The answer is another squeeze of her muscles as she grinds her hips. I almost lose my shit, my control hanging by a thread.

“Oh, cold.” She giggles as I pour lube over her crack, tossing the bottle to the side.

“It’ll get warmer in a second.”

I gather some of the viscous liquid with my fingers and spread it down, teasing the opening I’m not plugging with my cock.

Just the thought of one day fucking Zara there is enough to push me a little closer to the point of no return.

I take a deep breath. If she doesn’t like what I’m about to do, I know I’m gonna stop immediately. I just hope she doesn’t ask me to because this is so hot.

The tip of my lubed finger ventures in the tiny, puckered hole.

“Oh.” She gasps again.

I push just a little further until my first knuckle disappears inside Zara’s butt.

Her muscles give me a powerful squeeze that drives me almost insane, but I resist the urge to move. “How does it feel?” I ask her.

“Different.” she says, squeezing me again.

“Different good, or different bad?” I want to know.

“Not bad. Just different.”

She sounds curious and I can definitely work with that. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

That answer is confirmed by another hot flutter of her muscles, and my control finally snaps.

My hips rear back so that I can plunge deep inside her, letting the movement drive my finger deeper inside Zara’s ass.

Her surprised moan is all I need to know that this feels as good to her as it does to me. I slam into her again and again.

I get into a rhythm, and each time I sink into her, my finger follows the movement.

Zara is so wet that I feel it against my crotch, dripping down to my balls.

“I’m gonna come.” I warn her when the tingling at the base of my spine intensifies and travels down my hard shaft.

That’s Zara’s undoing. She comes with a sexy little scream.

The dual sensations of her pussy clamping down on my cock and her ass spasming around my finger finish me off.

I explode inside of her, as red hot pleasure ripples through me with each spurt of my release.