Page 105 of Magnificent Mess
“I know I’m on vacation and should be resting, but I have this lofty goal I’d like to reach. Some work will be necessary.”
Was he going to start recording again? So soon?
“What goal?” I asked.
Laurel squeezed my dick through my jeans, and judging by Jordy’s hiss, he did the same to him.
“I want to be able to take you both. At the same time.”
I glanced at the partition isolating us from the driver. Was it soundproof?
We’d only donethatduring Laurel’s heat. Outside of heat, it would be a challenge… My cock filled anyway.
“A lofty goal, huh?” Jordy rasped. “You just want to get fucked as much as possible, admit it.”
“Five times a day. To start with.”
“Jordy needs to go to work sometimes,” I said, doing my best to sound like my balls weren’t about to burst. “And I do too. We have responsibilities, you know?”
“No problem,” Laurel said, his tone dead serious. “You do me twice around breakfast, then maybe a lunch-break quickie to keep stretching me out, and two rounds each at night.”
“What a harrowing schedule,” Jordy deadpanned. “I’m not sure we can keep up with your demands, Mr. Riley.”
Laurel snickered. “I believe in you.” He wriggled in his seat between us and lowered his voice to a near whisper. “I want both these dicks in me at the same time by the first week of August.”
Ten minutes later, we were in the upstairs bedroom, tearing our clothes off. Laurel’s driver and security had handled ourbags and retired to the guest cottages. We were finally at home and alone.
Another minute later, I had Laurel’s mouth on my cock and Jordy’s tongue in my mouth. He was thrusting into Laurel from behind almost savagely, and Laurel wrapped a hand around the base of my cock so he wouldn’t choke.
We spent the rest of the evening in bed, ruining the fresh sheets.
Late at night, Laurel stood in his oversized spa-like bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, while Jordy and I were toweling off. We’d soaked in the bathtub and enjoyed a massaging shower together. It was time for bed. But Laurel gazed around deep in thought, rubbing his chin and frowning.
“What?” Jordy asked. “You’re not already thinking about rebuilding this, are you? Because this bathroom is a fucking life goal, Laurel.”
“No. Not changing a thing.”
Jordy wrapped a towel around his hips and reached for his toothbrush. “Then what?”
Laurel’s expression relaxed, and he grinned. “Just remembering how pissed I was when I first came here after the tour. It looked like there’d been an earthquake.”
I tugged him into my arms. “I’m very grateful to that city contractor for fucking up your bathroom, Laurel.”
He laughed. “It turned out rather well in the end.”
With my arm around his waist, Laurel stretched to kiss Jordy’s cheek, then he snuggled up to me. “You’re moving in with me, right?” he said.
“Thought we already did,” Jordy mumbled around his toothbrush.
“I know, but, like, officially. Since we can’t get married all three of us, we could at least have the same permanent address.”
Jordy smiled widely, looking ridiculous with the toothpaste on his lips. “I’d like that.”
“Can’t we get married?” I mused, more to myself.
“I don’t think so,” Laurel said. “Or at least, I’ve never heard of a three-way marriage.”
“But it’s a shifter bond, and the law must respect shifter bonds.” Suddenly, I was having ideas. “You have a whole troop of lawyers, don’t you?”
“I do,” Laurel replied slowly.
Jordy paused his brushing, looking at us both in the bathroom mirror.
I shrugged. “Maybe we can look into that.”
Laurel beamed. “We can.”
I met Jordy’s gaze in the mirror and winked. Smirking, he waggled his eyebrows, and I knew what he was thinking. We were going to propose. I could see us somewhere high up in the mountains, the valley spreading under us during sunset as we’d kneel for our omega. Laurel would love that. And maybe it wouldn’t be legally binding or whatever, but I didn’t care. We would get married.
The End
