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Chapter Twenty-Five

Zeland

Personal boundaries are not something I realize I bulldoze through until I’m already on the other side. Yet with Arlo, I know I have to take things slow and go at his pace. After Aspen told me he was willing to give her a chance, I decided I’d start my own attempts at reconciling. I wait at the coffee shop, two coffees in hand. The door chimes and I look up to see Arlo walk in. He doesn’t notice me at first, but I see the smile on his face.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I say, and he glances over at me.

I expect him to turn and walk away but he doesn’t. Instead, he walks over and I hand him Aspen’s coffee choice for this week. It’s what we did—every week when she changed her order, we did as well. Some of her choices are shit, but this week it’s not actually so bad. I don’t mind the taste of nuts in my coffee or my mouth, whichever works for me.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to come and see me,” he says as we walk out of the shop together.

“I have wanted to since the day you ran away, but my voice of reason told me I should let you process how massively I fucked up first. Also, I wanted to make sure you fixed things with Aspen. If she’s happy, I’m happy.”

He smiles at the mention of her name, and as he dips his head, the mass of curls falls in front of his face. We stop walking, and I reach over and tuck some behind his ear, making him blush.

“Red still looks good on you.” I put the palm of my hand against his check, and he leans into it.

“You make me drunk on your words every time you talk. I needed space to process everything that is, well, you . To work out how this all works and how I fit in. You already have Ridge and Aspen, and she already has you both, and the same with Ridge. Where does that leave me?”

“In an Aspen and Zeland sandwich... and I can confirm being the meat is really fun.”

Arlo playfully slaps at my chest, and I catch his wrist with a grin. Then I hold it gently, like he’s something fragile, because he is and I’m the idiot who broke him.

“Okay, okay, I deserved that,” I say, still laughing, even though there’s a tight ache in my chest. “But in my defense... No, actually, I have no defense. I was a cocky bastard with a brilliant plan but a terrible execution.”

He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t pull away.

That’s something, and it’s more than I could ask for if I’m being honest with myself. “I’m sorry, Arlo. For all of it. For the masks, for the lies, for not seeing how much it would hurt you. If I could go back, I’d do it differently. Since I can’t, I am here begging you for a second chance to prove how much you mean to me.”

“Then show me.”

There is only one way I know how, so I grab his free hand in mine, pulling him down the street, and he rushes to keep up. When we get to Ridgeland, people turn and watch me drag him through the foyer and into my personal elevator. The doors slide shut behind us, and the second they do, I’m on him.

I slam Arlo’s back into the mirrored wall, and his breath hitches just before I catch his mouth with mine. It’s not gentle. It’s days and days of frustration and guilt all crashing into him at once. His hands clutch at my shirt, fingers curling into the material like he needs me as badly as I need him.

I bite at his bottom lip and swallow the soft gasp he gives me in return.

“Zeland,” he breathes, but I’m not done. Not even fucking close.

I spin him, pressing him face-first to the mirror. His cheek touches the glass, his reflection staring back at me, blushing and wide-eyed. My chest is flush to his back, one hand gripping his waist, while my other one rises slowly to slap the red stop button.

The elevator jerks to a halt.

I lean in, my lips brushing his ear as I growl, “I’ll show you just how much you mean to me.”

He doesn’t fight me when I undo his pants, or when I slide my hand beneath his boxers and touch the silky skin of his hard cock.

“This is going to be hard and fast, and you will walk into work knowing exactly how I feel. You will smile as you remember this while you sit in your office. Do you have any objections to having my cum in your ass all day?”

“Oh god, please claim me already,” he whines.

I let go of his cock and remove mine from my dress pants, spitting on my hand and using it as lube, as it’s the best we can do right now. I’m gentle as I pull him back, run the tip of my cock along his ass, and push into him. He moans as I inch my way in.

“Look how well you take me,” I growl, fisting his hair, forcing him to look up and see how good he looks in the mirror. “I’m going to fuck you, and when we get to my office, Aspen will be there waiting. Won’t she, Ridge?”

Arlo gasps. “Ridge is watching us?”

I laugh. “He’s always watching what is his. Just because he doesn’t want to fuck you, sweetheart, doesn’t mean you’re not his too.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers as I thrust into him, forcing him to keep his head tilted up the entire time. His panting breaths fog the mirror, and his fingers splay against the glass like he needs something to hold on to. I run my free hand slowly down his back, making him shiver. God, he feels so good—so mine.

I press closer, my hips pumping harder with each breath. Every sound he makes goes straight to my head and I can’t stop touching him.

I slide a hand beneath his shirt, dragging my fingers along the soft skin of his stomach. He arches into my touch, and I can feel the tension in his muscles.

“I’ve thought about this... about you. Every damn night. Do you know what it did to me? Wanting you, and not being able to have you?”

He gasps as my hands roam lower. The way he melts against me, the way his body trusts me even when his mind might not.

It undoes me.

I explode in his ass, making him mine. I want every inch of him to know he matters.

Carefully, I pull out, and he whimpers as I tuck his cock back in his pants before I do the same to mine.

“You don’t get to come just yet, sweetheart.”

I hit the button, and the elevator comes back to life and opens on my floor.

Aspen stands there in her birthday suit, and Arlo’s eyes go wide before he frantically glances around. But there is no way Ridge would let her stand there naked if the floor wasn’t empty.

Arlo rushes out of the elevator and pulls his shirt off and Aspen laughs. “It’s okay! Ridge sent everyone home for a paid day off. He threatened anyone who refused to leave within five minutes with instant dismissal.”

I laugh—of course he did.

“So, how many of these surfaces are you going to fuck me on? The boss’s desk would be a good place to start,” Aspen teases.

“This boss approves. I’m just going to shower quickly, and I will be back. Feel free to start without me, but just know his ass is filled with my cum and it’s to stay where it is.”

Aspen reaches around Arlo’s back and runs her hand down the mismatched tattoos lining his skin, dipping beneath his pants as Arlo groans, his knees wobbling. “So he does. I might have to cover his face with mine. See you soon,” she says, winking at me as the elevator doors slide closed.

Pressing the button for the penthouse, I scan my card and wait to ascend. I don’t expect Ridge to be up here, but he is sitting on the couch with his laptop open, watching Arlo and Aspen kissing, taking their time with each other.

“I didn’t expect you to come up here,” he says, not taking his eyes off the screen as he sips his whiskey.

“Well, I need to wash my cock. One wrong move and Aspen would be out of action, and with three cocks, we need all the holes we can get. Are you coming downstairs?”

“I think I will let you three make up. Watching is enough.”

Leaving him to watch, I shower, making sure my dick is squeaky clean before I towel off and slip on a pair of sweats, then head back to the living room. I place a kiss on Ridge’s cheek with a smile; I don’t know when we got so touchy feely, but I love it.

“Have fun and don’t push them too far.”

“Me?” I gasp. “Never.”

He laughs under his breath and goes back to watching the screen. I can see why he likes it; Arlo lies on my desk and Aspen grinds against his face.

That’s my sign to leave, though, and I take the elevator back down to my floor. As I head into my office, I see Arlo now has Aspen pinned against the floor-to-ceiling windows. He is completely naked and his body is a work of art—literally—with his patchwork of tattoos. I see a new one on his shoulder and grin. I move closer to them, and Aspen cries out his name as she orgasms, then I step up behind him and kiss the mask tattoo.

“When did you get this?” I ask.

“Yesterday.”

He steps back as Aspen moves, needing to see what we are talking about. Instead of walking around, she jumps into his arms, and he holds her up so she can peek over his shoulder.

“Holy shit! When you’re ready, I plan to chase you again, and this time you will know it’s me calling out your name as I search for you.”

“Yes, please,” he says as Aspen lines up his cock and sinks back down onto it.

“I wonder if our girl is ready for a cock in her ass?” My grin looks nearly feral in the window’s reflection .

Ridge and I have been stretching her out, using our fingers, but right now I need to be inside her as well.

“I was born ready—fuck, that sounded wrong. Fuck my ass, Zeland.”

Arlo laughs as he holds her up, and she grinds against him. “Go sit on the sofa, sideways.”

I knew there was a good use for that thing, though it seemed pointless when the designer insisted it “fit the space.” Rushing over to my desk, I find the lube I keep here in case Ridge ever visits my office.

When I turn back around, Arlo is staring at me like he wants to say something. “What’s wrong?” I ask, and his face goes red. “Sweetheart, you know what you going that color does to me. If you want to say something, say it. Never be afraid to voice what you want.”

“Can... can I fuck her ass?” He wants one of her firsts.

“You want to take her ass virginity?”

He nods, and I lift Aspen off his lap. Arlo’s cock glistens with her juices and I want to drop to my knees and lick him clean, but Aspen latches onto me like a spider monkey, sliding down my sweats and sinking onto me in one swift move.

A needy sound breaks from my throat, and I take Arlo’s place on the couch. He looks down at us and I motion for him to come closer.

“Let me taste her,” I murmur, as her hips rotating over my cock have my eyes rolling in my head. I love how she takes what she wants .

Arlo nervously comes to stand closer, and I wrap my hand around his cock. “Bend your knees, sweetheart.”

He does what I ask and his tip presses against my lips.

I lick him, tasting them both. Sucking his length down my throat, I swirl my tongue, and he draws in a ragged breath as his knees buckle.

Popping off his cock, I grab his ass and squeeze. “Now be gentle with our girl.”

He nods and I release him, then he kneels behind her. He takes the lube, squeezing a generous amount on his cock and fists himself. After spreading it everywhere, he uses his hand to swipe the leftover lube on her ass. “If this hurts, please tell me to stop.”

His hands shake as he holds his dick and moves it into position, half leaning over her.

“Oh fuck,” she grits out, a slight pain in her voice. “Keep going—it feels so good even though it hurts.”

Reaching beneath her, I rest my fingers on her clit and as Arlo pushes into her, she grinds down on my hand.

“It’s so tight,” Arlo whispers.

“I feel so full. Please start moving—both of you. I need you to move.”

“Zeland, you thrust up while Arlo holds still.”

All three of us turn our heads and see a shirtless Ridge standing in the doorway, his glass of whiskey in his hand.

“That’s it,” he softens when we comply. “Now, Arlo, you need to fall into rhythm with him. Start slow, good boy,” he says, walking closer.

Aspen holds an arm out for him, and as he steps up to her, she rubs her hand over the bulge in his pants. I knew he couldn’t stay away. She rips at his sweats, and hell has officially frozen over because Ridge Ellington is in the office in sweats, day drinking.

“Put your cock in my mouth. Oh fuck, please, Ridge. I need you all.”

He bends down and sets the glass on the carpet before reaching beneath his waistband and pulling out his cock. As he steps forward, Aspen opens her mouth, but then he moves back. “Don’t open those pretty lips until I tell you.”

She pouts her lips as he steps closer to her and rubs the head of his cock over them, spreading his precum on her face.

“I’m going to fuck your face, stray. I really hope you can breathe through your nose.”

She smirks at him and opens her mouth, but he doesn’t give her a chance to gloat before he wraps his fist full of her hair and pushes his cock down her throat.

“Now we fuck her hard and fast until she is nothing but a mess of tears and drool.”

My thrusts get faster, as do Ridge’s, and Arlo keeps up.

Tears leak from her eyes as she is fucked in a way only she likes. Aspen loves her body being used, but only by us. If anyone else tried this, Ridge would bury them. Not in the literal sense, but they would wish they were by the time he was done with them. Her pussy clamps hard around my cock.

“I’m going to come,” Arlo whispers.

Ridge fists his hair and forces him to look his way. “Claim her ass. Show her who owns her. We do, and after today, Arlo Kross, you belong to us too. If you need to date them, they can date the fuck out of you, but no more hiding. This is messy and complex, but it’s us.”

“Do you want that, sweetheart?” I ask him.

“Yes!” he gasps as his body twitches, and he goes still behind Aspen as his eyes roll almost all the way back in his head.

Watching them both come has my balls tightening, and I let go of my release with a roar of pleasure just as Aspen chokes, Ridge’s cum dripping from her mouth and even her nose. She pulls air into her lungs when Ridge steps back, and I grab her face and lick her clean.

When I finish and sit up, with her still on my lap, Ridge has his arm around a very naked Arlo, who looks ready to piss himself.

“I... I never thought I would be naked in a room with the men I wanted to be one day. Shit, who am I kidding? I never thought I would have a naked girl near me either.”

We all laugh.

“Welcome to whatever the fuck this is, kid.”

I love how Ridge calls him “kid,” even though he is only six years younger than us. I see the look in Arlo’s eyes, and even though it’s not sexual between them, I can already tell Arlo needs Ridge in his life, just like Aspen and I do. He is the rock, the solid foundation we all need.