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“I wouldn’t do a double wedding with you,” India argued. “You’d do something insane and steal all the attention away from me. It’d be the middle school science fair all over again.”
“You’ll never let that go.” He pulled into his parking space in their building, which he had insisted that Sean and Enzo move into because it was more secure than either of their buildings. India was lucky that they were already familiar with Moss’s overbearing qualities because another boyfriend probably would have run for the hills. India couldn’t wait until the lofts on the upper floor of the Moss Agency building were done. Hers was going to be amazing, but for now, this apartment was nice enough.
Chapter 26 - India
When India walked in the door, she didn’t see the guys. She wandered idly through the apartment, following the sounds of their voices. She expected to find them fucking. Instead, they were in the bed waiting for her, both still in their underwear, though obviously Enzo had been edging Sean, who was wearing some kind of ridiculously tiny thing that didn’t cover his hard cock at all. He wasn’t bound, but he was wearing the harness she liked him in. Enzo was wearing a pair of boxer briefs, his big muscles shining in the light as if oiled. Perhaps Sean had been massaging him.
Seeing them made her feel all the warm and fuzzy things as it always did. She had only been away from them for two days but it seemed like an eternity. Quickly, she slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and climbed into bed with them, crawling across the blanket to kiss them both hello.
“Hello, my loves,” she said, smiling as they pulled her between them. Life was good. For the first time in a very long time, she and Moss had surrounded themselves with people they cared about and trusted. They were no longer alone, and the intense kiss that Enzo gave her as a greeting only hammered that fact home. “I wore the butt plug for the whole drive,” she said.
“We missed you so much.” Sean groaned, kissing his way down her neck, worshiping her with his hands. “I love you, baby,” he whispered in her ear.
“How was work as a CEO without me?”
“Mm, the coffee wasn’t crunchy at all,” he said, and she laughed. “The company is doing better than ever now that the uncles are out of the picture.” He played with the toy that she had pushed inside her in the bathroom, making her whimper, and Enzo tickled his fingers over her clit, dipping into her pussy and circling the sensitive nub, making her shudder.
“Make me come, boys,” she ordered. Enzo laughed and stood, though, lifting her.
“Tonight, I’m the dom,” he said quietly, and India shuddered. Enzo understood her and never asked to take control, so why now? “You can do it, sweet girl,” he whispered against her ear, his voice gruff. “I think it’ll help. We love you so much.”
“Help what?” she asked, frowning.
“Help you completely give yourself over to us, the way we have to you.”
“Oh.” India hadn’t realized that her remaining reserve was so obvious, but it was part of her nature, wasn’t it? The urge to maintain some level of control at all times was ingrained in her. She met Enzo’s eyes as he lifted her into a new toy a series of straps dangling from the ceiling. “A swing?”
“I want you completely at our mercy, I want you to let go. But if you’re not ready, tell us. We’ll stop.”
She stared hard at him for a moment, listening to the sound of her breathing, the thudding rhythm of her heart as Sean adjusted the straps binding her in place, making her comfortable. Enzo simply waited, and she stared at him, at the warmth of the gold that streaked through his irises, the crinkle of laugh lines at the edges of his eyes. She trusted this man. Had she ever trusted anyone as much as she trusted this man? She glanced at Sean, feeling the same way about him. “Do it. But you’d better fucking make me come. A lot.”
The smile that spread across Enzo’s face at her acceptance made her realize how important this was to him. Perhaps he had been able to sense that she was still holding back all along, still unable to completely trust.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to not be as into this as you guys are. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Enzo laughed and leaned in, kissing her forehead gently. “Indie, we’re only a few months into this. We’re all growing together. You didn’t hurt us. You gave yourself to us in the most beautiful way.”
India glanced at Sean, and he nodded, smiling warmly as well. She remembered how stiff he had been when they’d first met, how she’d been convinced he was lonely. And she leaned over, as much as she could, and kissed her sweet boy. “I love you both,” she said again. He smiled against her lips.
“You’re going to come so fucking hard. Be prepared,” Enzo murmured. India threw her head back and laughed, and with that, she let go, allowing Sean to strap her arms up, to position her between them, helpless to do anything but beg. Enzo paused for a moment. “Safe words?”
India shook her head. “Just stop and check in with me if I ask you to stop. I’m afraid I won’t remember anything else.”
“Of course, babygirl. We’ll keep the lines of communication open.” He kissed her one last time, and the men stepped away for a moment, leaving her dangling there, exposed and helpless. And she was surprised at the rush of warmth that brought between her legs as she waited for them to come back. They stood before her a moment later, a selection of toys in hand, and she shook her head.
“Seriously guys? Why do you need all that? Just fuck me.” She couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice, and when Enzo bit his lip, a wicked glint in her eye, India knew she was going to be much more than fucked.
They started gently with her, even though she found she was already more than needy enough to simply take them inside herself and lose herself in that particular pleasure. Instead, they surrounded her in their warmth. Enzo’s scent — the woodsy and masculine soap he used — and Sean’s more refined cologne filled her senses, layered with the musk that was uniquely them. Their hands began to graze over her body as they whispered words of love and lust, and she was pinned there, her legs splayed open, her arms bound, unable to do anything but close her eyes and lose herself in them. Each time one of their hard cocks nudged at her, she whimpered a plea, but they were focused first on her upper body, sprinkling kisses over her shoulders and neck and down to her breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Indie,” Enzo murmured, leaning forward to capture her left nipple in his mouth. Beside him, Sean did the same, and she wished they hadn’t removed the toy from her ass. The pressure on her nipples increased gradually, in a way that built a different kind of pressure between her legs, as though there was an electric connection between the nerve endings. She quivered as they switched to pinching, mixing pain and pleasure in what seemed like a very deliberate way, soothing with their tongues.
“Sean, please.” Maybe he would listen. He was her sweet boy, after all. He pulled his lips away from her breast and looked up at her, smiling a little.
“I promised Enzo,” he said, shrugging. “You okay, though?”
“No, I’m not okay, I need to be fucked,” India growled.
Enzo laughed, and the vibration of his laughter made her shudder. Sean tilted his head, smiling a little. “But you’re okay?”
