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  Belong Together

  Ella Goode

  Blurb

  Olivia knows that loving her two men isn’t conventional, but she’s determined to have them even if the whole world disapproves.

  Levi and Zeke have claimed their girl, but not everyone is happy for them. There are some arrows that even the two of them can’t block.

  The three will have to stand strong in order to convince all that matter that the three of them belong together.

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  Note: This is a sequel to Three of Us which is available on Kindle Unlimited!

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Epilogue, The Second

  Make Me Yours Excerpt

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  Chapter One

  Olivia

  “Are you walking bowlegged?” Strands from Erika’s high ponytail fall over her shoulder as she glances down at my legs.

  “No!” I whisper-yell at her, but her question makes me wonder, and I can’t help but sneak peeks downward as we walk to class together. To be honest, if I am walking strange, it wouldn’t be shocking. The twins have put me through a workout this whole week. Still, I didn’t much enjoy the idea of everyone knowing I’m being sexed up six ways from Sunday based on how I move.

  For all I know, I’ve been walking funny all week. I’ve had my head in the clouds since the night of my birthday. Normally I’m all about doing what I’m supposed to in class, but I can’t stay focused. Well, at least on the things I should be focused on. My mind doesn’t want to do anything but linger on the Audley twins.

  During class I try to concentrate on what the professor is saying, but soon my mind floats back to the night before and everything we did. Before long I’m fantasizing about what else we could doing and checking my phone to see how long until I can see them again.

  I’ve shamelessly slept in our bed with them every night since my eighteenth birthday. I’m not sure if it’s against the dorm rules, but even if it is, I’d still be there. Besides, I wouldn’t exactly call what we were doing “sleeping.”

  “It sure looks like you’re walking a little different this past week.” Erika eyes me again. “You want to tell me all the juicy details about the sudden hitch in your gait?” My roommate’s smile spreads across her face as she teases me.

  “I don’t kiss and tell,” I retort with a devilish grin. Okay, I don’t kiss and tell all. The fact is, I told her little bits and pieces and she was greedy for more details. I’m really starting to think she wants a man of her own. She’s been trying to get me to spill the beans all week. Between class and sexing the twins up every night, I haven’t really spent that much time with my roommate. It’s easy to get wrapped up in my twins and forget about the rest of the world. Since the night they had popped my cherry and officially made me theirs in all ways, I haven’t slept without them next to me. I knew that night would be special, but I never imagined my body could feel the way it did when we were together. I thought we were close before, but this is different.

  “Earth to Livvie! Did you hear what I said about going to the game together tonight?” Erika says, sounding a little frustrated with me.

  “Sorry,” I say apologetically. I keep getting lost in my own head. “Of course we can go together,” I add quickly, feeling like a jerk. “Let’s grab some food after class and then head over to the stadium.” I grab her arm and lock it with mine.

  We continue to walk towards our next class. Erika keeps obsessively looking around searching for someone. “Who are you looking for?” I ask her, and try to follow her line of sight, but her eyes are darting everywhere.

  “No one,” she says, but she looks a little skittish all of the sudden. I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince herself or me that she’s not looking for someone.

  “Is everything okay? I know I haven’t been around much this last week, but I want you to tell me if something’s wrong,” I push. She’s acting a little strange, and that coupled with her wanting to go to the game leads me to believe something’s up.

  Erika lets out a deep breath and throws one last look over her shoulder. I follow her line of sight and smile when I see Zeke following not far behind us. I wondered if they would cool down with their constant need to have eyes on me all the time, but they haven’t changed one bit since we made things official.

  “I swear someone has been watching me,” she finally says. I stop in my tracks.

  “Are you sure it’s not one of my guys?” I motion towards Zeke, who stops, too. I kind of want to laugh. If you put a suit on him, everyone would probably think he was in the Secret Service.

  “I feel it when you’re not around, too.” She leans in a little. “Even at night when I go over to the theater,” she whispers, like someone will hear her.

  She shifts on her feet. “Is this why you want to go to the game? You don’t want to be alone?” I ask. I was kind of shocked when she said she wanted to go but thought maybe she wanted to hang out and knew I would be going.

  “I think I’m just going crazy.” She shakes her head and pulls on my arm so I start to move again. “When I don’t feel like someone is watching me, I wonder why they aren’t!” she adds, sounding annoyed with herself.

  Mom always told me to trust when I felt something was off, but I don’t want to scare Erika. I just know I have to bring it up to the twins later. If it feels like someone is watching her, then I think someone is.

  “What if you got yourself a hot stalker?” I say teasingly. “I have to say, I rather enjoy mine,” I add with a laugh. That earns me a smile, but I notice her cheeks pinken a touch. I bump her with my shoulder and we both laugh, but I notice that she’s trying to hide her blush.

  “We have to split.” I glance down at my watch. “But we’re so talking about that blush later. You don’t get to poke for my details and not give me yours.” I point at her accusingly.

  Her face reddens even more and I know something is going on. I’ll just have to weasel it out of her.

  “I’ll meet you back at our room after class.” I wiggle my fingers at her to let her know she better be ready to spill it. She agrees and we go our separate ways.

  Zeke slides up next to me, wrapping his arm around me. “Enjoy your girl time?” he asks. I told both of them this morning that I loved them but I was being rude to my new friend and I needed some girl time. I didn’t want Erika to feel left out. She has been a good friend to me and I want to do the same for her.

  Levi had to go to class early this morning and then straight to practice after. Zeke showed up and watched me walk to my first class. I’m not sure if he has class today, but I’m guessing he’s probably heading to my room to pass the time. I met up with Erika in the courtyard and we both had a few minutes to hang before I needed to head to my last class of the day.

  “It was good, but Erika and I are going to grab something to eat before the game.” He nods and bends down to kiss the top of my head. I lean into him more, enjoying that now we can show each other affection in public. We’re able to sneak a kiss or touch and not have to worry about it. I’m no longer physically off limits to them.

  When we get to my class I notice a few people are giving us odd looks. I ignore them, but Zeke decides to spin me dramatically, kissing me deep and hard in front of everyone.

  “Go pay attention.” He squeezes my ass as he says it.

  “You’
re one to talk,” I tease him back. At least I go to my classes. I rise on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss before heading into my classroom and taking a seat.

  I try to pay attention the best I can and take notes as the professor talks. When he pulls out his phone in the middle of class, I do the same and send Levi a text. I tell him to kill it at his game and that I'll be watching. I also mention that I have on a pair of pink panties that I stole back from my closet at their place. I may add that I’m hoping he will rip them off of me when he’s all done demolishing everyone on the field.

  “You can go early.” I raise my head from my phone at the professor’s dismissal. Score, I think, packing up my stuff and heading out.

  I glance around for Zeke and don’t see him. Maybe he really went to class. He probably thinks he has another thirty minutes before my class is over.

  I shoot off another text to tell him I’m headed back to my dorm room to meet up with Erika. I'm a little sad that I don’t see a response about my panties text. Maybe Levi is already at practice.

  I head back to my dorm room and scream when a hand comes down on my door before it closes. I calm instantly when I recognize Zeke’s hand.

  Before I know what’s happening, Zeke pushes me into my room and kicks the door closed behind us. I smile when I see the look on his face and my panties instantly grow damp. I’m all too familiar with the look in his eyes. It’s pure lust and I’m going to enjoy taking care of it for him.

  “Were you teasing Levi when you know he can’t do anything about it?” he asks, closing in on me. With each backward step I take, he takes one toward me until I fall onto my small bed. He’s towering over me now. He stares down into my eyes and pushes the hem of my dress up my thigh.

  “I was telling the truth.” I part my legs, letting the pink panties show. I put them on before I left our place this morning, but I changed into the dress when I got to my dorm room. I never favored them before, but I’ve discovered certain advantages when walking around Levi and Zeke’s place wearing only one of their shirts. I definitely see the upsides to dresses and skirts now.

  “Do you think we didn’t know what color panties you left the house in this morning?” He cocks a smile, now knowing he’s won this round. I’m not sure it's really a loss for me, though. He leans down, reaching for the panties and sliding them down my legs and caging me in beneath him.

  Where is this going? I’ve fooled around with both of them alone, but it hasn’t gone all the way. I don’t think Levi would care. He’d be more pissed he missed the show.

  “You got her.” I jerk when I hear Levi’s voice. It’s as if my mind somehow conjured him up out of thin air.

  “Yeah, I got the little tease,” Zeke tells him. I glance to see he has his phone in his hand and I see Levi’s face filling the screen. “Look at you, Livvie. Were you running all over campus in your short little dress with those panties on?” Zeke makes a tsking sound. Levi only grunts, and I’m not sure if it’s in irritation or need. I just nod and squirm under Zeke.

  “I had to call her fucking class off because the dick next to her wouldn’t stop staring at her legs.” Now it’s Zeke who’s growling. I’m not sure what he’s talking about. But to be honest, I couldn’t tell you who was sitting by me in class. I do, however, know why my class got out early now. I don’t know how he does this crap, but I’m not shocked.

  “Did you take care of that little fucker?” Levi asks. He sounds disappointed, because even I know the answer to his question. Of course he took care of it. Probably why I hadn’t seen him when I slipped out from class. Zeke just gives him a nod.

  “Pull your dress up, Livvie, and show us your tits. Let us see those perfect, perky nipples,” Levi says through the phone. Zeke holds the phone up as I pull my dress over my head. They both groan as my boobs bounce free.

  “No fucking bra?”

  “No fucking bra!” they say in unison. Levi sounds as though he enjoys that fact. Zeke, not so much.

  “I thought you guys knew everything I had on under here,” I sass. “I guess that didn’t include what I don’t have on. Hmm.”

  The next thing I know, Zeke’s weight is on top of me and pushing me down onto the bed. He places the phone next to my ear and he kisses me, wiping the smugness from my face as his fingers pull at my nipple. Levi’s heavy breathing fills my ear through the phone, which is lying next to me now.

  “I don’t know, Zeke. Maybe you shouldn’t lick her pussy like you were going to. Maybe she should have to suffer with us.”

  “I’m sorry,” I moan as Zeke pulls his mouth from mine and moves to my neck. It’s my weak spot. They barely have to drag their finger across it and I’m climbing them like trees.

  “You want Zeke to eat your pussy, baby? Does that sweet cunt need to come?” Levi says into my ear. I let out the loudest moan at his filthy words. Normally Zeke is the dirty talker of the two of them, but maybe because he’s not here, Levi is pushing through.

  Zeke moves down my body and kisses my inner thighs. He’s kissing everywhere besides the place I need it the most. He loves to tease me. But I don’t blame him. I love doing it to them, too. At least now we can act on it.

  I yank his hair to try to direct him where I want him to be. I can feel him smile against my thigh, but he doesn’t take the bait. While this is happening, Levi continues to talk filthy to me, telling me all the things he’s going to do to me when he gets done with his game.

  Zeke momentarily reaches up and grabs the phone. He aims it at my pussy and I hear Levi’s breathing get louder. His filthy words cut off at the sight of me spread wide.

  “Let me show you how slick her pussy is for us,” Zeke says as he slips a finger inside of me. I clamp down around it, wanting more.

  “Fucking hell,” Levi growls. “We shouldn’t let her come. I’m going to be fucking hard this whole game thinking about getting to her when I’m done.”

  “Please, Levi. Please,” I beg him. I wiggle, trying to get friction against my clit where Zeke has pressed his thumb, but he isn’t moving it like I need him to.

  “Tick tock, brother of mine. I don’t care if Erika is her friend. No one sees our girl like this and we’re running out of time.”

  “Make her come,” Levi demands, not even a half second later.

  “I knew you’d say that.” Zeke smiles as he moves his thumb and gives me what I need. “She begs so pretty. How could we not?”

  “Fuck his fingers, sweet girl,” Levi says. “Pretend it’s my cock.”

  I want to tell him that’s impossible. His cock is so much bigger than the two fingers, but I can’t find the words as my orgasm pushes down on me. I jerk against Zeke’s hand, coming for both of them. I try not to scream too loud in case others might hear.

  I lie there with my eyes closed, enjoying the tingling running though my body when I feel warmth hit my pussy. My eyes fly open. I watch as Zeke jerks himself off. His hand is glistening with my orgasm as he comes all over me. He smiles down as his come coats me before releasing himself and rubbing it into my skin.

  “You keep that on you until I wash you tonight,” Levi tells me through the phone.

  “Only if I can wash you, too.” I want his game to be over already.

  “Oh, you’re going to do a lot more than wash me, Livvie girl, after that show,” Levi informs me. “Don’t let her show up to the stadium in a dress, bro,” he tells Zeke, before telling me he loves me and ending the call.

  “I don’t think you know what you’re in for, Livvie,” Zeke warns me. “After he's done murdering people on the field, he’s going to be coming for you.”

  I smile, knowing Zeke’s right. Levi’s coming for me and in me.

  Chapter Two

  Zeke

  Levi always loved seeing Olivia in the stands for his games, but if he looks over here now, we may have a problem. I glare down at my girlfriend, who is blissfully unaware of how many fights she’s about to cause as she pumps her fist in the air at Levi’s most recent tackl
e. The motion makes her tits bounce and half the population of the student section appears to be staring at her chest and not on the field.

  “How does he always know where the ball is?” she cries.

  “I don’t know.” I cross my arms and wish she would do the same. “How do you find stores that sell shirts like that?”

  The top she’s wearing is a T-shirt, like mine, but it’s all cut up. The collar’s gone, which makes the neckline stretch wide and low. The sides are sliced open and then retied into intricate knots that show little bits of flesh whenever she moves her arms. The only decent thing about the shirt is the back. Her entire back is covered and I can see the faint line of her bra strap. That tiny bit of elastic and metal is the only thing that’s holding me together. If she wasn’t wearing a bra, I might lay her out on the stadium bleachers and tear the damn shirt off with my teeth. Her pants aren’t much better. They’re tight, for one. Second, the sides are some kind of sheer mesh. She saucily told me her panties matched, too.

  I had to take a break after that news was shared. I went to the bathroom and jerked off. It was the fastest and most unfulfilling masturbation experience in my life. Also, pretty humiliating since my girl was standing on the other side of the door. I just don’t have any damned self-control anymore. It’s like I was allotted only so much and I used it all up in those three years I waited for Olivia to turn eighteen.

  Plus, I’ve had a taste of her—literally. Sometimes, when I’m working, I’ll rub my tongue against the roof of my mouth and it seems like the flavor is still there—spicy and sweet. Anyway, now that I’ve had her, I can’t keep my hands off of her and it shows.