Page 26 of Better When Shared
"Love you," I gasped, the pressure building impossibly inside me. "Love you, Nick."
Nick claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing my words and replacing them with his tongue. They moved faster, harder, the obscene sound of flesh against flesh filling the room along with our mingled moans.
"Going to come," Connor warned, his teeth scraping against my shoulder. "Can't hold back."
Nick nodded, his forehead pressed against mine. "Come with us, Lila. Let go."
The command broke something loose inside me. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my cunt clamping down on their cocks as pleasure rippled outward from my core. I screamed, the sound torn from somewhere deep and primal as waves of ecstasy pulsed through every nerve.
Connor followed immediately, his cock jerking inside me as he emptied himself with a hoarse cry. Nick lasted only seconds longer, his rhythm faltering as he drove deep one final time, his release hot and pulsing alongside Connor's.
We collapsed onto the sheets in a sweaty, panting heap, my body still trembling with aftershocks. I lay sandwiched between them, Connor's chest pressed against my back, Nick's forehead touching mine as we struggled to remember how breathing worked. The bedroom smelled of sex and sweat and the sandalwood cologne Nick always wore, and I wanted to bottle the scent, keep it close for the inevitable times when he'd be gone again. My heart still raced, not just from the earth-shattering orgasm but from the words I'd let slip in the heat of passion—words I couldn't take back. Words I wasn't sure I wanted to take back.
Nick's hand traced lazy patterns on my hip, his breathing gradually slowing to normal. In the dim light filtering through our bedroom curtains, I could see the slight furrow between his brows, the question forming before he spoke it.
"Did you mean it?" he finally asked, voice barely above a whisper. "What you said... about loving me?"
The vulnerability in those dark eyes made my chest ache. I opened my mouth to respond, but Connor beat me to it, his laugh a warm rumble against my back.
"Of course she meant it, you idiot." His arm tightened around my waist as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at Nick over my shoulder. "We both do. Madly in love with you. Obviously."
"I sometimes worry that it's just sex for you guys. That I'll drop everything, uproot my life, just to find out that you've moved on."
"You're so much more than just sex to us," I whispered. "You have been for a long time."
"I love you too," Nick said finally, eyes meeting mine, then Connor's. "Both of you. Maybe have for a long time, I don't know. I tried not to think about it too hard because what was the point, right?"
"Here we are," Nick agreed, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "And actually... that's part of why I came today. I didn't just show up for mind-blowing sex, though that was definitely a bonus."
My heart stuttered in my chest. "Oh?"
Nick's thumb traced circles on my knee. "I had a job interview last week. With a company here in Portland."
"The startup that's working on that new gaming platform?" Connor asked, leaning forward.
Nick nodded. "They need a lead programmer for their backend systems. I didn't want to say anything until it was official, didn't want to get your hopes up—get my hopes up." He took a deep breath. "They called this morning. I got the job."
For a moment, the words didn't register. Then they hit me all at once, and I launched myself at him with a squeal that probably hurt his eardrums. My arms wrapped around his neck as I peppered his face with kisses.
"You're moving to Portland?" I demanded between kisses. "For real? This isn't some cruel joke?"
Nick laughed, arms encircling my waist. "For real. Starting in two weeks."
"Holy shit," Connor breathed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Nick, that's—fuck, that's amazing."
"Move in with us," I blurted, pulling back to look him in the eyes. "Here. This apartment. With us."
Nick blinked. "I—what? Don't you think that's moving a little fast?"
"We've known each other for how long now?" Connor asked, scooting closer until our naked bodies formed a tight circle. "Since freshman year of college? That's a decade, man. And we've been fucking for months."
"Besides," I added, "we have the spare room if you need your own space sometimes. Though I'd prefer you in here." I patted the mattress beneath us. "We can get a bigger bed if we need to."
Nick's eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You're serious about this."
"Deadly serious," Connor confirmed. "I love my wife, and I love you, and I want us all together. Simple as that."
"Not to mention the practical aspects," I said, slipping into planning mode despite myself. "The rent split three ways, shared utilities, carpooling options—"
