Page 20 of Right Side of Paradise

Good Morning

Soul was already gone for work when I woke up Monday morning. I’d fallen asleep with him and Rico only to wake up with Rico still asleep on my right and Christian now sleeping on my left.

Yawning until my eyes watered, I stretched gently so I didn’t wake the men on either side of me. I felt more rested and more content than I had in a long time.

We hadn’t done anything last night. Soul just wanted to cuddle until we fell asleep and Rico sat in bed beside us, working on his art tablet.

As hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember the last time someone held me through the night. Just because. I liked it more than I expected.

A lot more than I expected.

Inching closer to Christian, I placed my hand over his chest. His heart beat against my palm with strong, steady thumps before my hand moved down across his stomach to settle at his side.

Mumbling, he stirred in his sleep, moving the arm he had propped behind his head and dropping it on top of mine.

I was locked in place, and I guessed there were worse places to be stuck.

Peeking up at him, I couldn’t fight my smile.

The sun pouring through Rico’s balcony streaked across his face, giving his skin an orange and golden glow.

I didn’t know what made him climb in bed with us this morning, but I was thankful for whatever it was. Two nights ago, he didn’t want me in his room and now he was in bed with me, sleeping like a baby.

Men .

I needed to meet up with my mom later and talk about the Juneteenth event I’d dazedly agreed to help her with. But for now, I would enjoy this.

The gentle rise and fall of Christian’s chest and the sound of Rico’s soft breathing behind me.

There was no doubt that I loved Rico. Adored Soul with my whole heart.

But Christian…

He went from aloof to needy in a heartbeat when he was done hiding his feelings and I liked his chaotic, brooding self.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, settling my head near his heart.

The silence I expected in return was interrupted by his gruff morning voice.

“Missed you too,” he said, arm now tight around me.

My sharp inhale was swallowed by his command as he rolled on top of me.

“Open your legs, Harlow.”

He only had to tell me once and the weight of his erection hit my sex when he sank down on top of me.

Christian was naked. And all I had on was one of Rico’s T-shirts. No panties. No nothing between me and the man who woke up on ten.

He hid his face in my neck. “You feel what you do to me?”

“Chris…” I gasped, amazed at how fast my body responded.

My legs were already stretched open with him between them and now my clit throbbed with a mind of its own while arousal slicked my walls.

If I was being honest, waking up between two men already had me wet with desire. But I was trying to be good. Cuddle and enjoy the sweetness of the moment.

Thank God Christian wasn’t on that type of time. Because now that I’d felt how hard he was, the only place I wanted him was inside of me.

“I’ve been hard as fuck since you got here Friday.” He moved so his dick smacked my clit. He buried his head deeper in my neck and raked his teeth over my skin. “So hard it hurts, sweetheart. Even when I jack off, I’m hard again within an hour because I know you’re here.”

He dropped his hips again and this time, I held onto his thick waist so he wouldn’t pull away from me so easily.

His dick slapping my clit was a beautiful way to wake up. But I wanted a lot more than the precum I could feel mixing with my own arousal. I wanted all of him.

“Sweetheart…” he said roughly, realizing I wasn’t letting him go.

Without a word, I arched into him and let my nails dig into his skin.

“Rico is right there,” he whispered. Like he’d just remembered but didn’t plan to do anything about it.

“You wanna wake him up and ask him if he wants us to stop?”

“No.” His voice was broken—barely audible—as he ground his hips into me. “Harlow, I fucking missed you.”

“I know.” And I did. I knew it because I missed him too.

“Need you,” he said before his teeth grazed my shoulder again.

A shiver worked through me.

I needed him too.

Craving the connection, I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his dick. He was hot. And thick. And leaking precum that smeared over my fingers.

Thanks to our talk yesterday, he knew I was on birth control, and I knew he’d been tested earlier this month.

Knowing that, I opened my legs wider and lifted my hips until he was right at my entrance.

“I promise to go slow and fuck you how you deserve next time. Right now, I just need you,” he confessed, slamming into me with one hard thrust.

My head reared back, and a pained moan scratched my throat.

Christian’s hands found my hips, and he pinned me down while he rocked into me with abandon.

I was wet. So wet. But he still stretched me enough that the pleasure mixed with pain.

Christian didn’t look at me, he kept his face hidden against my shoulder and let our bodies communicate everything that needed to be said.

A guttural noise left me the third time his pelvis slammed against my needy clit.

He was going to make me come. Right here. Pinned down to this bed while Rico slept beside us. And I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.

Christian said he’d fuck me how I deserved later, but this was what I deserved.

The hard, reckless rhythm of his hips and the way his balls smacked against my entrance with every thrust he gave me.

Soft lips landed on my neck, and he sucked my skin while fucking me deep.

This wasn’t about a list.

It wasn’t about going slow.

Whatever we were doing was raw and desperate. Necessary.

Christian sucked on my neck almost as hard as he was fucking me. I loved it. Needed more of it.

My clit was so sensitive I knew I would come at any second.

Shit.

My body was humming. Operating on a frequency I didn’t know existed.

I was so glad to be home .

“Harlow, I’m coming,” he said without warning. “Fuck, I’m coming, Harlow.”

He muffled his moans against my neck and abandoned his finesse, moving against me in jerky movements that got us both there.

The pressure against my clit when he rested more of his weight on me was perfect. So perfect.

Just like that first night.

I shattered around him when I felt his dick swell. His hold on my hips turned brutal as he emptied himself inside of me. He held me down, slow stroking me through his release.

“Fucccckkk,” he groaned, lifting his head. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

A smile curved my lips but I was too breathless and sated to say anything.

Christian pulled out of me and laid his head on the pillow beside me. Still breathing heavily, he grabbed my hand and twined his fingers with mine.

I loved that he still wanted to touch me after doing all that.

That was the best quickie I’d had in a long time. Well, I’d actually come, so maybe it was the best quickie I’d ever had.

Staring at the ceiling, an impish smile flirted with my lips.

“That’s definitely the best way I’ve started my day in a while.”

Rico’s sleep-thickened voice covered us in the aftermath of what we did. Lazily, I turned my head and caught his eyes on me.

Amusement and desire greeted me. But no jealousy. He just looked happy that I was happy.

I could get used to this.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered.

I still reeled every time the pet name slipped from his tongue.

“Morning, Rico.”

I blinked sleepily, eyes latched on him as he moved closer to us.

Christian said nothing beside me, but he kept his fingers locked with mine, unfazed by Rico’s advance.

“Christian fuck that pretty pussy right?”

He was close enough to kiss my temple, and he did.

“Yes,” I breathed, inhaling his woodsy scent as if I hadn’t spent all night breathing it in.

“Then open your legs.” He trailed his hand over my face. “Let me see.”