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“Why didn’t you say anything before, about your parents?” Tony asks me as I set up my new workspace the way I like it.

“It’s not that I was trying to keep it from anyone. I’m just not a big sharer, and we hadn’t gotten to that point yet.” We were too busy getting each other off.

Ugh, why did my brain have to go there? Down, . We have work to do.

“I feel like this is it. This is going to be our big break, Tony.” I feel it in my bones. I’m so full of excitement and energy, it’s hard not to jump into his arms.

“It’s all you, , seriously. Bennet and I have been working to get a lead strong enough to take Adley down for years. I meet you and suddenly all the doors are opening. I know Bennet is going to want to thank you?”

“I don’t want my name anywhere. You and Quinn are and will be the only people that know I’m involved at all. It’s important to me.”

“Why wouldn’t you want recognition from the one person who has more reason than any of us to see Jackson Adley fall?”

Because I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I was going to burn his shit to the ground. And I don’t want you, or Quinn, or anyone tied to me if I get caught. And I don’t want his heir trying to stop me.

My hand reaches into my pocket, running my fingers over the cool, smooth metal of the lighter I accidentally claimed as my own. I shake my head. “I don’t want recognition.”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to, of course. But I’m uncomfortable taking credit for someone else’s hard work.”

“The credit isn’t what’s important to me.”

“Well? Bennet owes you. I owe you.”

Changing the subject to an equally, if not more, uncomfortable topic… “How do you feel about being involved with this project, with me, after what I told you last night?”

“It threw me off a little,” he admits. “But I get it.”

I bite my lip, wanting to ask him if what we did last night affects our project.

Quinn and Tony have been on my mind all day, almost just as much as BioCere and Jackson Adley have been on my mind for the past fourteen years since I started on this path. I’ve been at war with myself about whether I should pursue whatever this could be between the three of us.

If it’s just sex, it shouldn’t distract us too much, right?

Do I want it to be just sex? When I really think about what I want?

What I want is to expose Jackson Adley for the fraud and murderer he is, burn his empire to the ground, and then fuck my two lovers in the ashes.

“I’m going to be real honest with you here.” Tony says with a shy grin. “It doesn’t really matter what you did or why you did it. I’m in.” His words send a little giddy shiver of excitement through me, and I hope I’m reading between the lines correctly.

Looking up at him beneath my eyelashes, my voice comes out a little husky. “You sure? Because you might want to know before you jump in the deep end.” By the way his eyes darken, there’s no way he could have mistaken my meaning.

He chuckles quietly, flushing. “You have no idea just how far into the deep end I’ve already jumped,” he mutters under his breath.

My eyebrow raises. “Okay, well, I have to know what that’s about.”

Shaking his head, he distracts me by leading me into the kitchen, where he has some kind of not-burger patties ready on the counter. He grabs the plate, hands me a few things to carry, and then leads me out into the backyard, where a grill waits, hot and ready.

I watch him like he’s a puzzle that I can unravel. And then, since he obviously wants to change the subject, I ask him about his background, his parents, and his job while I watch him cook.

“So you just used to do IT for The Adley Corporation, and Bennet poached you?”

“I wouldn’t say it was exactly like that, but I was doing IT for The Adley Corporation and ended up setting up some accounts for Bennet when he took his current position in the company. He was concerned about the security of his accounts, so I gave him some advice and set some things up for him. One thing led to another, and he hired me to come work for him separately from TAC. I’m basically his virtual errand boy, but he treats me well and pays me well, and I respect him. Despite his father, he’s a good guy.”

Tony talks about him like a friend, not just an employer. “I can only imagine how overwhelmed he is with everything they’ve learned in the last couple of days, and I only caught the tail end of it.”

“Right now I think most of his concern is keeping this girl, Six, safe. The documents were for her and the other guys that are with them. And I’ve done background checks on every person who has so much as set eyes on her. I’m guessing there’s something special about her. But the deeper we dig, the more it’s looking like her stumbling into Bennet and his new friends wasn’t a coincidence.”

“The plot thickens,” I say.

“What’s thickened?” Quinn pops out of nowhere.

I wouldn’t have even noticed his silly innuendo, but the wink and lecherous heat that he aims at Tony is obvious. I’m so shocked at the tension I’m feeling that I gasp audibly, my gaze cutting back and forth between them, ready to catch flies with my jaw on the ground.

Tony’s face blanches, and he looks worried for some reason.

Quinn grins at me and presses a kiss to my cheek, but his smile falls when he locks eyes on Tony. “You okay, Bunny?”

Tony’s eyes narrow, assumedly at the nickname. I can’t help but snicker, though. It’s funny.

“Uh, yup. All good…” He takes a deep breath, his mouth opening like he has something to say, but then thinks better of whatever it was and closes it again.

I wonder if the three of us should have a conversation about this arrangement, or where it could be headed. We haven’t really talked much about last night, and obviously something transpired between the two of them today? which I would have bought tickets to see.

Is it too soon to have a conversation like that? I really like both of them, and I also really need both of their help. Will one compromise the other?

“I think the burgers are ready,” Tony says over-enthusiastically, turning to flip them one last time before loading them onto a plate and walking into the kitchen. He grabs some condiments and some beers from the fridge and cracks one open, downing half of it.

I swat Quinn, whisper-yelling, “What did you do?!”

“Why do you assume I did anything?” He whispers back. I throw daggers at him with my eyes. “All I did was have a little conversation and prove a point… with less clothes.”

I gape, my imagination getting the better of me. Tony sputters and chokes, spitting beer across the kitchen.

Quinn is giggling like a schoolgirl. I shake my head, amused. I’m honestly surprised to hear about this development, but more than anything I’m interested.

I’m no better than a man, fetishizing the idea of these two together. Swallowing, because I suddenly have too much saliva in my mouth, I help Tony clean up the mess he made with the beer.

He avoids eye contact, but finally says something. “Is that… okay?”

“It’s more than okay. For me, I mean. Is it okay for you?”

He nods. “It’s definitely okay. Surprisingly so.”

“You’re sure?”

He takes a deep breath and grins. “All in, .”

And then he swoops down, taking my mouth in a kiss that might have meant to be quick and sweet, but quickly turns passionate. My mouth opens to him, deepening the kiss, his tongue perfectly caressing against mine.

I can feel Quinn watching us, and I know we need to eat and get to work, but right now, all I want is to know that we’re all in this. Never breaking Tony’s kiss, I reach out my hand to Quinn, pulling him close. He kisses my neck gently, and then I feel his tongue run along the seam where our mouths are connected, joining the kiss.

By the time we make it to dinner, the best veggie burger I’ve ever eaten is cold.

There is only one thing that could distract me from stripping off my clothes and advocating for a sandwich.

And that’s revenge.

***

I roll over, trying to escape the warm beams of sun that are shining through my window. I’m too hot, but there aren’t any blankets to kick off. My skin is sticky with sweat and I’m uncomfortable. Keeping my eyes firmly closed, hoping sleep will find me again once I can cool off, I shuck my t-shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor next to my bed.

Pushing my pillow, trying to find a cool side, multiple things occur to me at once. First, this is not my bed. Second, I’m not alone. I’m wedged between two large bodies. Third, I’m not wearing pants and I just threw my t-shirt. At Tony.

As my brain recovers from my sleepy haze, I remember we worked so late into the early morning hours that I was too exhausted to drive home. Tony recommended we all stay here, and we all passed out.

I’m afraid to open my eyes, but when I crack them open, I’m relieved to see that I am at least wearing all of my underwear. And, bonus , I’m wearing a cute set of matching lacy boyshorts and a bralette.

Cracking my eyes open further and angling my head up to look on either side of me, I notice two sets of eyes staring.

“Oh, you’re awake,” I say awkwardly. Why are they looking at me like that? Was I talking in my sleep? Did I snore? Oh god, did I fart? “Um… good morning?”

“Good morning to you, Mouse. Sleep well?”

“I was sleeping well, yes. Except I seem to have forgotten that I fell asleep between two radiators, and woke up a little… disoriented.”

Tony holds my t-shirt hooked on his finger. “So you didn’t mean to take off your shirt and fling it at me?”

“I was hot…”

Feeling a little overwhelmed by laying between these two large men, and the way they look down on me like I’m some kind of meal, I decide to sit up but get hastily blocked.

Quinn’s arm hooks me and pulls me against his chest, settling me between his legs. With my back flush against his chest, my ass pushes up against a very noticeable appendage.

Well, good morning, Quinn.

“Stay,” he says, his voice breathy in my ear. I shudder against him before raising my eyes to look at Tony. His gaze trails over my body, catching on the way Quinn caresses his fingertips across my stomach.

Tony’s gaze snaps up, focusing on Quinn. I can’t tell what they are silently communicating, but the expression that passes over Tony’s face makes me clench. Which unfortunately reminds me that I need to use the bathroom.

“I need to get up for just a minute,” I tell no one in particular, trying to move. Quinn doesn’t let go.

“Quinn,” I giggle. “Seriously, I need to pee.”

Ignoring me, Quinn talks to Tony over my head. “You know, I read that a full bladder can increase the intensity of an orgasm.”

“Is that so?” Tony says, a smirk crossing his face as he runs a hand over the curve of my hip. “We should test that theory.”

A whimper escapes me. I am equally excited and unsure about this little experiment. What if I pee on someone?

Tony crawls to where we are, laying on his stomach between my knees, propped up on his elbows.

“Time for the talk,” Quinn says, his voice low and husky.

“What talk?” I ask, my voice coming out high and cracked, betraying my arousal.

Tony trails his fingers over my knee and up and down my thigh. He answers Quinn. “I have condoms. I’m pretty sure they aren’t expired but I will definitely check. It’s… been awhile. My ex-girlfriend moved out about eight months ago.”

Oh, that talk. Well, this will be embarrassing? for me.

“It’s been a while for me too,” Quinn says, and I scoff. I don’t mean it unkindly, but Quinn has a reputation for being very open with his affections.

Quinn fists the back of my hair and pulls my head back so he can look at me. “What’s so funny, Mouse?”

I don’t answer, I can’t answer. Aside from not wanting to be rude by insinuating that he’s kind of a man-whore, I can’t think past the tingling in my body that is spreading down every limb. The tighter he holds my hair, the harder I find it to choke out words.

“For your information, I haven’t been with anyone since the day I met you, Smyth-Wilson.”

Oh.

Oh.

The room grows hotter, the tension thick. A layer of sweat coats my skin.

I realize they’re waiting for me to answer.

Clearing my throat and gathering my strength, I do my best to control my features and avoid the blush that wants to start at the base of my neck.

“I, uh, I have an IUD. And I’m clean. It’s been… longer than that.” I rarely get a lot of attention from men, or women, for that matter. I tend to blend into a crowd, furniture, or walls. It’s my superpower.

But I also haven’t ever been particularly interested in the attention of men. I’ve had short term boyfriends before, and I’m experienced and all that, but not very.

To be honest, most of the time I’d much rather do it myself. I’ve never had anyone make me come the way I can. Until the other night, that is.

Tony misinterprets my internal conversation as nerves. “We don’t have to do this. We can stop, move slower.”

“I don’t want to stop. Or go slow.” My voice is weak, laced with pure need. We haven’t done anything yet, but I’m pretty sure if either of them so much as stared at my vagina hard enough, I’d come.

Eyes flashing, Tony runs his hands up the insides of my thighs and over my hips. As he does, his face presses into my center. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, like he’s trying to suck my soul out through my vagina.

He can have it.

My eyes close, the aching throb between my legs increasing as Tony presses his lips over my clit through the lace of my panties. He kisses me and breathes on me intermittently, driving me mad with need.

Quinn readjusts behind me, evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against the small of my back. He runs his hands up my waist, pulling the dark purple bralette over my head. Tony peels my panties down my legs at the same time.

Massaging my breasts, Quinn palms the small rounds, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Tony drops kisses up each of my legs, trailing up to the apex of my thighs. Turning my head to the side, I press my lips against Quinn’s, greedily meeting his tongue with mine.

Tony drops his face between my legs again, his mouth finding my bare pussy this time. His tongue delves between my folds. He licks me from top to bottom, collecting the arousal that drips from me. My hips jerk and I whimper into Quinn’s mouth.

I don’t know what to do with my hands. There’s so much stimulation, I don’t know where to settle. I run them over every part of the guys that I can reach. Reaching up, I dig my fingers into Quinn’s hair, pulling his mouth harder against mine.

When Tony hits my clit, the flat of his tongue making slow, firm strokes, my other hand reaches for him. I grip his hair, both ready and afraid for the impact of the orgasm that is building.

I’m panting, my nipples pebbled, stomach tight. My hips buck against Tony’s hold, shamelessly grinding into his face. I’m moaning and crying into Quinn’s mouth. So close.

Before the orgasm can reach its peak and pull me over, Tony stops. I unlock my jaw from Quinn and whine. “Why?”

Tony has the gall to fucking smirk.

I cry out “You did that on purpose?!”

“Don’t worry, Mouse. We’ll take care of you,” Quinn murmurs against my ear. He tugs me so that I am rested against his chest, dropping his fingers between my legs.

He groans, thrusting his fingers deep into my throbbing pussy as Tony kneels in front of us.

“Take them off,” Quinn orders quietly.

Is he talking to Tony? A shiver runs over my body.

Once Tony has stripped, he reaches forward and spreads my thighs apart, hooking my legs over Quinn’s to keep them open. He sits back on his heels to stare appreciatively at us, one hand slowly stroking his big, thick cock.

“Gods, you’re fucking perfect, . You look so sexy right now, your hot pussy all but on a fucking silver platter for us.”

Dripping with my arousal, Quinn pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth. “Fucking delicious,” he says, licking my juices off his fingers like he just ate the best meal of his life.

Delirious with lust, I can only sit there, wide eyed and panting, as Quinn positions himself so his legs are pulling my thighs apart even wider. Both of his hands travel to my center, spreading my vulva and exposing all of me to Tony.

“Suck that needy little clit, Tony.”

Oh fuck. With my pussy spread so the sensitive nub is exposed, Tony latches right on to it and sucks, hard. Within seconds, I’m crying out, an orgasm crashing over me, sending waves of intense pleasure all the way down to my toes. My thighs attempt to close, to ebb some of the intensity, but Quinn holds them open with his legs, not letting me move at all.

Helpless, I just have to endure as Tony finally lets go of my clit to lap at the cum slowly trickling out of me. It isn’t the reprieve that I thought it would be, though, because Quinn’s fingers replace Tony’s mouth on my clit. His fingers flick over the swollen, sensitive bud while Tony shoves his tongue inside me, lapping and fucking me with his mouth.

“Fuck. No. I can’t,” I cry out. The first orgasm has barely passed before I feel another building, and I’m not sure I can handle it. I’m also afraid that I’m going to pee in Tony’s mouth, but I can’t get words out to describe the overwhelming feeling.

“You can,” Quinn says against my ear, “and you will. We’re not going to stop until you’re squirting for us. And then you’re going to get stuffed with Tony’s fat cock.”

Those words have all the blood rushing from my head and my vision falters. A scream tears from my throat and I’m not convinced that I’m not peeing. Liquid shoots out of my body, coating Tony’s face as he laps it up, trying to catch every drop.

The orgasm doesn’t let me go, Quinn still torturing my swollen clit and pinching my nipple hard, extending the devastation that wracks through my body. My clit is still throbbing when he finally stops, only to hook his fingers over Tony’s bottom teeth, using them to pull him close. Their mouths crash together over my shoulder, my body sandwiched between them.

My limp body tries to give them more room and get a better view, but Quinn pulls me back up.

He chuckles against my neck. “Oh, we aren’t done with you yet, Mouse.”

A silent conversation happens over my shoulder before I’m flipped around, my face in Quinn’s lap and ass in the air. Reaching forward, I release his long cock from his boxers, trying to pull them down his legs with one hand.

Quinn sits up on his knees, removing his underwear. They’re barely off his legs before I’m grasping his hard length, running my thumb through the drop of pre-cum that has gathered on the tip. Leaning forward farther, I run my tongue up the length of him, feeling the ridges of every delicious vein with my tongue.

Tony’s fingers explore my pussy, kissing and biting the rounds of my ass as I explore and tease Quinn. The teasing comes to an abrupt end when Tony pushes inside me, just a few inches, giving me a tiny bit more each time he gently thrusts. I’m lost in the sensation, the slightly painful stretch that gives the pleasure more edge, and I almost forget about the lollipop in front of me.

I can’t believe this is my life.

Sucking the head of Quinn’s cock into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. I’m taking my time getting acclimated so I can take him all the way, but a sudden rough thrust from behind forces my head down all the way, until my nose is touching the dark curls at the base of Quinn’s long cock. I sputter and choke, stars exploding behind my eyes.

As Tony grabs my hips and sets a quick pace, snapping his hips so that he hits a sweet spot inside me, I lose control of my body.

Quinn gathers up my hair, turning his head to look down on me, just lying face down in his lap with his cock jammed firmly down my throat while I try to breathe through my nose.

He smirks down at me. “You alright down there, Mouse.”

I try to nod, but I don’t think he can tell, the force of Tony’s thrusts moving my whole body. My moans are garbled around Quinn’s cock.

Using my hair, Quinn lifts my head and shifts so that he is on his knees. Holding my head at just the right angle, he thrusts into my mouth, finding a rhythm with Tony.

Effectively spit-roasted, I spend the morning getting ravaged. It’s like an out-of-body experience, letting go of control and letting them use me however they see fit. They are simultaneously rough and also caring of my comfort, checking in with me every few minutes. A sheen of sweat covers all of our bodies, the sheets already wet with my prior orgasms.

Quinn groans. “Are you ready for me, Mouse?”

Bobbing up and down in time with Tony’s thrusts, I moan my approval just in time. The splash of hot cum against my throat and the sounds Quinn makes with his climax send me over the edge.

“Fuck, . You’re squeezing me so… fucking… tight.” Tony’s thrusts get slower but harder as he rides me through my orgasm before he comes, the aftershocks milking his cock for every drop. He rolls his hips into me until the flutters stop, pulling out of me slowly. A stream of fluid flows down the inside of my thighs.

My whole body trembles as I catch my breath. The only reason I don’t collapse is the way they hold me up. Tony has an arm around my waist, supporting my weight, while Quinn guides me back down to the pillows. They lay me down gently, kissing and caressing and whispering sweet words. Did Quinn just call me a good girl?

I’m delirious and exhausted, but I also really need the bathroom.

Tony picks me up like a bride being walked over a threshold, and physically takes me to the bathroom and sets me on the toilet. He and Quinn strip the bed and then come back to the bathroom, pulling me into the shower between them.

They wash me from head to toe as I stand there in a stunned silence. Call it mommy/daddy issues or what you will, but I’ve never felt so cared for.

Once again, is this really my life?