Page 73 of Emeric

“I told Ollie when he came to my office to pick me up.” Emeric ran his hand through his hair. “It wasn’t planned, and I didn’t say it because he was there and not you. I was overcome with emotion. The words came out. When we found you cooking with Vail, we came to tell you how much we loved you, then Oleander had to leave.”

How was I supposed to feel about this? They had a moment I wasn’t included in. The same could be said for the times sweet words were said or orgasms were given when I was with one of them and not both. When the three of us were together, those were my favorite moments. Didn’t we agree we could be together just two of us, that it didn’t always have to be all three?

As their faces fell and worry settled on them, I realized what I was doing. Instead of telling these beautiful men I loved them, I was going down the wrong path where my anxiety ruled, and I wondered what ulterior motive they had since I wasn’t there when they told each other those words. Well, fuck anxiety and the doom spiral I was currently traveling down.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. The first bits of wetness settled into my eyes. “I love you both so much. I thought there had to be a reason why you didn’t tell me too. Why I wasn’t there.”

“No,” Emeric brokenly said. “That wasn’t it at all. It was an impulsive move by me, one I couldn’t hold in. There was no ill intent behind it. I promise.”

“He’s right,” Oleander agreed, bringing my attention to him. “We didn’t do it for any other reason than being swept up in the moment. It wasn’t that we weren’t thinking of you. We did as soon as the words were out. I’m sorry if it hurt you. That was never our intention. We love you, Syl. Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, but didn’t want to drag you into my hell. Once Emeric entered our lives, there was no denying my feelings for you and the growing ones I had for him. To think we hurt you…” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry.”

The trembling of my bottom lip was nothing I could control. “You shouldn’t apologize, but I should. I ruined this by letting my thoughts take over.”

“How about we’re all sorry and tell each other how much we love one another every day forever?” Emeric offered.

I gave them a watery smile. “I’d like that.”

This was the perfect example of how they loved me through my anxiety, through the times where I got caught up in my head and went down a path I shouldn’t have in my mind.

We held each other again, stood in the room, and gripped one another as if our lives depended on it. The shit we went through that brought us here was over, at least the horrible stuff. Our relationship was still going strong. That was what mattered, and I clung to it.

I was the first one to lean away. “We should celebrate.” It was my fault the mood wasn’t as light as it should have been. I had to remedy it.

“What do you have in mind?” Oleander asked.

I tapped my chin. Sex would be good, but I was also kind of hungry. I couldn’t finish my meal when we were with Hartley and Vail. Knowing Oleander was out there and not having a clue what was going on made me lose my appetite.

The thing was, if I didn’t pivot out of the shit mindset I was in, I would feel sorry for myself all night. Was it easy snapping out of it? No, but looking at the two beautiful men in front of me, who both loved me, I knew I could do anything. What better way to show them how much I loved and appreciated them than by offering my body to them? Besides, by the time the foreplay was going to be over, I would be more than ready to do anything. They knew how to drive me out of my mind with pleasure. That was what I needed. To be checked out and give over to what they could do to me.

“How about you grab the bowl of fresh cut up fruit in the fridge and the container of whipped cream. I’m hungry but also think sex sounds good.”

“Are you sure?” Emeric asked. His question was the perfect example of how I was certain they were meant for me. How many men would ask if I was okay?

“I love you both so much.” I had to fight the tears that sprang to my eyes. “I’m a mess, and you both love me through it.”

“Syl, I want to make one thing perfectly clear,” Oleander began. “We don’t need to have sex with you. There are other ways to celebrate. If you don’t want to, that’s perfectly fine with us. I’m not saying you would do it for us, but if that thought ever crosses your mind, know that we want you to do it for you. We want to be with you, no matter what.”

Emeric nodded in agreement.

And now I was crying. Tears began to run down my cheeks.

Oleander leaned in and kissed them away. Each one that fell, he pressed his lips to my cheek where it was. I didn’t deserve these men. They were so good for me. Not just to me, but for me. They knew what I needed before I did. They supported me, loved me, and did whatever they could to make sure I didn’t doubt them. Wasn’t that what I did today though? Doubted them? Maybe this was a lesson I needed to learn. One where their intention wasn’t to hurt me, even though I took it to heart and put my own spin on it. I had to listen to them before I reacted. It would take a bit to get used to, but this had taught me they were mine as much as they were each other’s, and I was theirs.

“I’m going to take care of you,” Oleander said and dropped to his knees. He paused when his hands were at the front of my shorts. “Is this okay?”

I couldn’t do anything but nod. It was more than okay. I wanted them with every fiber of my being.

Pulling my shorts and boxer briefs down, Oleander licked up my cock before taking me into his mouth. My hands went to his shoulders to hold on. If I didn’t, I’d fall. He knew how to use his mouth.

Emeric walked around him, coming up behind me until his hands were beneath my shirt, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My head dropped back onto him as my eyes slipped closed.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “We’ve got you.”

While Oleander bobbed on my cock, Emeric’s hands slid down my chest to my stomach and lower until he cupped my balls and began playing with them. Oleander moaned, obviously enjoying what we were doing, or rather, what they were doing to me. Then Emeric moved his hand to my cock to hold me while Oleander worked his magic.

Emeric was hard behind me, nestled against my ass. He didn’t thrust, not yet. In my current state, if Oleander’s lips weren’t on me, I’d bend over and beg Emeric to fuck me. Never mind, I should definitely do that.

“Stop,” I panted. “No time for the fruit and whipped cream.”