Page 38 of What’s Left of Us (What Left #3)

When I look over, my husband has moved beside us, his pants undone as well and I don’t waste any time turning to stroke his cock. They both fit just right in my hands, and I place a kiss on Vinny’s tip before sucking him into my mouth, pumping my hand over Alastair.

“ I miei due amori di nuovo insieme. Quasi perfetto .”

I vaguely recognize a few words Vinny mutters, but then he’s fucking my mouth and my eyes open as the words fade into my head. Alastair reaches out and pumps his hand over mine, and my eyes look between them, unable to settle on who I should give all of my focus to.

Neither. There’s no way I can choose between them.

Gagging when Vinny pushes deeper, I quicken my pace on Alastair.

He moves more, struggling against my grip, while Vinny sets the pace for me.

Whatever speed my husband chooses sets the rest of the mood, and it’s always this way.

It doesn’t matter who joins in; Vinny isn’t submissive to anyone, but I’ve noticed that both Sterling and Alastair will bow to him during sex. He’s the alpha in the bedroom.

“Good girl, Jo,” he coaxes me, and it’s so familiar and comforting I melt into his grip on my head, my eyes meeting his for a moment. “Con noi, sei perfetta.”

You’re perfect with us. That one I recognize because he’s said it so often in the past. It makes me quicken my pace, and I don’t know if he plans to keep us like this or do something different.

For once it doesn’t feel like we’re avoiding the inevitable when one of us has to leave.

If Alastair is here, I’m keeping him forever.

Vinny finally tugs me free from his cock, and I gasp for air. Alastair’s still stroking himself, and my hand isn’t keeping up with his. “Up.”

He helps me stand as Alastair backs away, and I only have a moment to wonder why until I see him sitting in the chair again, his pants tugged down his thighs.

“Sit, darling,” Vinny tells me, spinning me back to face him. “His lap is your personal throne.”

My cheeks heat at the words, and Vinny helps me kick off my shorts before I’m completely naked and kissing him. We take a few steps back until my knees brush Alastair’s, then one of his hands grabs my hips, and he’s tugging me backward until my ass brushes his dick.

I gasp when he slides inside me, unsurprised how wet I already am.

At some point he put on a condom, but it does nothing to change the experience for me as my head falls forward and Alastair guides me down.

One of my hands stays in Vinny’s, and he is patient while I moan at the feeling of being stretched.

As Alastair starts to move beneath me Vinny guides me to lean forward, and I open my mouth again for him to slip inside. He doesn’t have to tell me to; I just know we all need to be connected at this moment.

“I missed the two of you,” Alastair says, gripping my hips.

His movements are eager, desperate, and I can feel the orgasm already building quickly inside me.

The euphoria from finding out he’s alive is the best kind of adrenaline spike – I feel I could go on forever, but the way Alastair’s fingers dig into my hips makes me think he’s both enjoying himself and fighting through the pain.

Vinny’s fingers stroke the side of my face as he fucks me, the two of them moving in tandem, and it quiets the storm in my head enough to sink into the feel of them inside me.

I move with their movements, their grunts loudly filling the space, and I don’t want this to end.

Reality feels far away, and that’s where I’d prefer it to stay.

Alastair moans behind me, and I feel his hand squeezing my ass before he bends over me. He reaches beneath us and plays with my clit, and it makes me shake from the hypersensitivity. I don’t need extra stimulation to cum, but he offers it for me anyway.

His voice is a little choked when he speaks. “Break for me.”

I clench around him, and the orgasm hits faster than I expect. Vinny tightens his hand in my hair when I gasp before shoving into my throat, and with the way he stills I know he’s come undone too.

I don’t know how long the moment stretches as we breathe, but Vinny eventually cups my chin and slides out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air. I take a deep breath as he pushes my hair back from my shoulder.

When I gasp, I expect to catch my breath and breathe. I don’t expect the sob that escapes my mouth and I press a hand over my mouth in surprise.

Vinny collects me off of Alastair’s lap, who sounds like he’s panicking. “Shit. What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Vinny tells him, holding me to his chest. “Take that off. There should be extra towels in the drawers there. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s an emotional drop-off. Just sit back down.”

There’s movement around me, but I close my eyes and let the two of them work it out. I can hear Vinny’s heart against my ear, steady and strong, and try to follow the beat to even out my breathing.

Emotional drop-off. I know plenty about it; it’s a sex response when your body is too emotionally drained and the release from an orgasm and feeling safe breaks down barriers.

Mentally you’re exhausted, and it usually gives way to an emotional response like tears.

I haven’t felt this overwhelmed in a long time.

This is different than thinking I lost Alastair a number of times; there’s a certainty in my mind now that since he’s back, this time, he’ll stay.

A few moments later Vinny is setting me down, and Alastair’s arms slip around me. My husband's calming voice makes its way through the storm in my head. “Hold her like that. It’s just something we need to work through. I’ll get a blanket for you.”

Alastair’s grip is less certain than Vinny’s, like he’s really afraid he did something wrong. “Jo, I-”

I shake my head, burning my face into his chest as my nails dig into his skin. I just need to know he’s here and he’s not going anywhere this time.

A soft blanket drops over us; it’s weighted, and it takes me a moment to realize Vinny pulled it out of our stock in the closet. This is my blanket. Serenity and Emeric didn’t move it even after all these months.

Alastair takes a shuddering breath, and I bury my head into the crook of his neck so I can breathe. If the wounds are bothering him now he doesn’t let on, and I selfishly keep sucking up his comforting warmth.

I can feel Vinny’s hand on my back, rubbing little circles over the blanket, but I don’t open my eyes to see anything else. “Just like that. You’re doing great.”

A smile threatens to pull at my lips. He’s definitely talking to Alastair.

“Why did that happen?” Alastair breathes, and now I do smile.

At one point in our lives, he had more experience with sex than me.

In the years since I’ve gained an emotional understanding that he doesn’t have, but one my husband is attuned to.

I might get the chance to teach him something this time around.

“Because being with you elicits an emotional response,” Vinny says, his palm flattening against my back. “So I’m going to ask you , Alastair, to not leave us ever again. You're ours again, and we’re not letting you go back to hell. Never again.”

We eventually leave the club, and I sit in the back with Alastair on the ride to our house. I’m half asleep through the drive, and when we make it back, instead of unpacking or proudly showing him our house, I help Vinny guide him upstairs to our bedroom.

The bed is too small, made for two people not three. I think we need to double it, or do one of those half beds so Sterling fits, too. The idea plays in my head as I strip back out of my clothes, throw them into the hamper, and crawl into bed without a word.

They find places on either side of me, and I like that they’re naked as well. The limited space means we squish in, and I’m perfectly content having them snuggled into my sides. I love them here.

Alastair is tracing his fingers down my stomach when Vinny speaks. “You’re going to have to tell us at some point how you got here.”

My nightmare hums, turning to kiss my stomach over one of the old wounds. He keeps tracing them, and I don’t know if it’s intentional or not. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” I agree, sleep threatening to claim me. This whole day seems to drag out forever, and at the same time I don’t want it to end. What if I wake up in the morning and this was nothing but a dream?

“You two can’t call me Alastair,” he says sleepily. “He died, remember?”

I frown to myself. This doesn’t feel like a nice conversation before bed. But Vinny beats me to responding. “What do you expect us to call you then?”

“Alex. Al for short. Alex Grey.”

I snort to myself. That’s a name we made up for him years ago. I yawn myself, snuggling in until they are wrapped around me. “Alex Grey. Fine, but you’ll forever be Alastair to me.”

Alastair kisses higher on my torso, and even in my head I can’t call him Al. I guess I’ll have to get used to it. “I’ll tell you whatever you two want to know tomorrow.”

“Mhmm,” Vinny says sleepily beside me. I can’t tell if he’s more or less awake than I am. “I expect a full story.”

“Of course you do,” he replies, sleepily. “But there’s one thing you have to explain to me then.”

Vinny grunts. “Hmm?”

I’m almost asleep when he speaks, and if Vinny responds I miss it as dreams claim me. “Where is our Agent, lovebirds?”