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  “Good girl. You didn’t put any clothes on,” Zeke breathes against my neck before nipping my skin there. “You know how to make your men feel welcomed home. You didn’t touch our pussy while we were gone, did you, Livvie?” he whispers in my ear.

  He slips his hand between my legs to strum my clit as one of Levi’s big hands engulfs my breast. They know how to distract me in the best way. I’m not sure I can even complain about it. Not when it feels this good.

  I draw my mouth from Levi’s to moan. “But not enough to keep you in bed,” I finally manage. My body yearns to have them inside of me. I want answers, but I want this, too.

  “You know we had to, baby,” Levi tells me and brushes his mouth against mine again. His kisses are always softer. No one else would ever know that but me. I love that only I know these little things about them.

  “You can’t let people think they can get away with shit like that,” Zeke adds. I know he’s right. They both did what had to be done, but I can’t help but worry that something could take them away from me. We’ve waited so long to be together. I’m not letting some fraternity boys mess up what we have. I hope Zeke and Levi gave them what they had coming. More importantly I hope they showed them how real men behave, especially in relation to women.

  “Trust us. We didn’t want to leave you all alone naked in bed.” Levi sounds pained, as if recalling the moment. “Besides, we were only out buying you stuff.” Levi and Zeke share a smile and I’m not sure I want to know what they mean.

  “Was it condoms?” See? I have jokes, too. Their smirks drop away instantly. Now I’m the one trying to fight a smile.

  “What’s a condom?” Zeke asks. His hand slides up my stomach to pull on my free nipple. Levi is still playing with my other breast. His enormous hand makes my normally nice-sized boobs look small. Levi actually looks like he doesn’t know what a condom is, or maybe he can’t believe I asked the question. Zeke is giving as good as he gets. At least he thinks he is, because I only push my chest out more for them.

  “It’s something you’ll never feel against your skin.” Zeke lets go of my nipple and he cradles my chin in his hand. He raises it until my eyes lock with his.

  “We’ve waited a long time to have you. The days of something coming between us are long gone,” he tells me. My heart flutters. I know they wouldn’t let anything come between us again. I shouldn’t have even worried that they’d do something to jeopardize that. “That includes condoms, Livvie. We will always take all of you bare.” He slides his hand back down my body and pushes his thick finger into my pussy. “Here,” Zeke says. In the next second Levi releases my nipple and trails a finger up my breast, dipping it in my mouth for me to suck on it. He proceeds to skim it down my spine, causing me to shiver. He stops when he reaches my puckered hole and slips the wet fingertip in.

  “Here. We will come in every inch of your body with nothing between us ever,” Levi growls. I moan as they each finger my holes.

  I nod. “What about me coming between the two of you?” I lick my lips. I’ve been dying to be pressed in between the two of them while they’re both deep inside of me. All three of us connected at once. For some reason that feels more symbolic than a marriage.

  “You think you’re ready for that?” Zeke asks, his voice deep, his control slipping. I can see it in his eyes.

  “I’ve been ready for that longer that I should have been,” I breathe. That’s always the first thing I fantasize about when I touch myself. My mind and body have always known what it wants.

  Levi lets out a groan so loud it rumbles through my body. I want to wriggle in their hold. I need to move, but I don’t know which way my hips should go. I need them to guide me. I know they will, but I’m getting impatient.

  “Are you ready?” I challenge, leaning back into Levi and letting him take all my weight even though my legs are wrapped loosely around Zeke. I give him all the room he needs to play with me. “You wouldn't let me touch you before you left.” I fake a pout and fix my eyes on Zeke first before turning my head a little so I can look up at Levi. “How could you not let me touch you? You know I need it. I ache without it.” I raise my hips.

  Levi’s breathing grows heavier. He moves his finger when I thrust my hips up, making sure it stays inside of me. In fact, he adds a second finger and thrusts them in deeper. I whimper in response.

  “We left her home aching for us.” Levi almost sounds a little panicked.

  “But you’ll fix it,” Zeke responds. Levi nods in agreement. I glance back at Zeke, who is shaking his head at me.

  “We’ll fix it all right, Livvie girl,” he agrees, then pulls me from Levi and tosses me onto the bed. Before I can move they’re both on me. I can tell by their heavy breathing they’re both as worked up as I am. Levi continues to kiss me as Zeke alternates between sucking and biting my nipples. It feels like his mouth is everywhere. They overwhelm me in the best way. My pussy throb with need for them.

  “Stand up, Livvie,” Zeke's demands. Both he and Levi get off the bed and pull me with them. I do as I’m told because I know whatever they want from me, my reward will be pleasure.

  “On your knees. Levi and I are so worked up we need to take the edge off in your mouth first, sweet girl,” Zeke says while stroking his hard cock. “Let you do all the touching you’re aching for. We’ve got to give our girl whatever she asks for.” I drop to my knees instantly, my mouth already watering.

  “Levi is going to eat your pussy while you suck me off, Livvie,” Zeke says as Levi lies flat on the floor.

  “Sit on his face, baby. He’s going to make it so good for you that you’ll be screaming around my cock,” Zeke groans, jacking himself off.

  I feel the first hot lick of Levi’s tongue and it almost sends me over the edge. Zeke’s dirty talk always brings me to the brink. Zeke strokes his cock in my face as Levi devours my pussy. I lean forward and lick my lips. I stick my tongue out and lick the drop of come from the tip of Zeke’s cock. He groans in pleasure and grabs a handful of my hair, using it to lever my movement and push himself deeper into my mouth. He stretches my mouth wide and I take as much as I can. With them I will always take whatever they give me, knowing all of it comes from the love they have for me.

  Chapter Twelve

  Levi

  Livvie grinds her pussy on my face while Zeke thrusts his cock down her throat. It’s hot as fuck. My dick pulses with need. I’m going to need to be inside her soon or I’ll end up painting the sheets with my come.

  I spread her wide with my fingers and spear her cunt with my tongue. Above me, a muffled sound of pleasure leaks out of Livvie.

  “Fuck, yes.” Zeke strokes her cheek. “Take me in, baby girl. Take as much as you can. That’s a good girl. Do you know how sexy you look right now with your mouth full of cock? Suck me hard, baby.”

  She moans again, rocking her hips back and forth.

  “Do you want Levi’s dick inside of you? You have to come first. We got to get you nice and wet if you want both of us. Show us how much you want us inside of you.”

  The first quivers of an orgasm tighten her body in my grip. She tries to shy away as her cunt grows ultra-sensitive. I clamp my free hand around her ass and hold her against my relentless, marauding tongue.

  “That’s right. I can feel you wanting to come. You’re shaking like a leaf. Levi, brother, her eyes are glowing. She wants to come. You ready to feast?”

  You know it. I could stay in this position forever with my mouth locked over her cunt, drinking from the fountain of her come.

  “Come for, Levi, babe. Cream all over his face.”

  She does as Zeke orders, spilling her come on my tongue and fingers. Fuck, it’s so good. I’m addicted to her. I want to lie here and suck on her clit and tongue her pussy until we’re dust, but she wants more.

  “Please, take me,” she whimpers. “I need more.”

  “I know you do,” Zeke soothes her. “But we need to prepare you.”

  I take her juice a
nd rub her puckered hole. She shivers. I run a hand down her back and whisper, “Relax, Livvie babe.”

  We’ve both taken her more than once back here, but she’s still as tight as the first time. I slide the tip of my finger in to ready her.

  “Shit, that feels good,” she breathes out.

  Zeke massages Livvie’s breasts, taking her mouth, dropping kisses along her jaw. Her ass flexes around my finger. My aching cock throbs. I rise up on my knees as Zeke lifts Livvie into place over the broad head of my cock. I rub her asshole until the tiny aperture widens to accept me. Her juice and my pre-come lube the way and I ease in, inch by slow, excruciating inch.

  Her head falls back on my shoulder. Glassy eyes meet mine.

  “I love you,” she says.

  I take her mouth, wanting to taste the words. She kisses me back and I feel the love pouring out of her. This girl, this precious being, lights up every corner of my life. I don’t know what I did before I met her, but I know it wasn’t worthwhile. Life only had meaning once she appeared.

  We’re ready, I tell my brother.

  The mattress dips as he climbs into place on the other side of Livvie’s body. I lie back slowly, careful not to lose any contact inside her hot hole.

  “Hold her tits for me,” he demands. “I want to eat those babies up before I fuck her.”

  I cup the heavy weights in my palms so that my brother can suck on Livvie’s tits. She releases my mouth and cries out with pleasure when he takes one long tug on the right. I pinch the left one and she convulses around my dick. The anal muscles squeeze me so tight I almost lose consciousness.

  “Fuck, hurry, man,” is all I can gasp out.

  Zeke spreads Livvie’s thighs wide. Meanwhile I continue to pinch and torment her nipples. He enters her slowly.

  “You okay?” he checks.

  Her head bobs lightly. Livvie’s in another plane right now where she’s all nerve endings and feelings. Words are hard.

  I can feel him on the other side of the thin membrane as he slides home. The air in the room disappears. I enter the same plane Livvie’s on where there’s nothing but her sweetness filling every sense I have. Her scent fills my lungs. Her taste is on my tongue. Her cries of pleasure are all I hear. Her pink skin and lush blonde hair are all I see. That and her love. It shines around this room, seeps into my veins, engulfs my heart.

  On the other side of her sheath, Zeke begins to move. I follow, entering when he withdraws, pulling out when he thrusts forward.

  Livvie makes small, desperate whimpering noises. She might have formed words, but I can’t make them out as I climb toward utopia. Her asshole grips me like a vise and my thrusts grow harder, more rapid. Zeke matches my pace.

  We move in harmony, harder and faster, racing toward the bright sun of ecstasy until it bursts like a shower of comets, raining pleasure down on the three of us. My come pours into her ass as she convulses around me.

  “I love you!” I shout. Zeke yells out the same words, an echo of mine. Her cries join his until it’s just an endless reverb of our love.

  * * *

  After gifting the Alpha Gamma frat house to the Political Science club, we settle into a routine. For me, that consists of practice, football, four classes, and loving Livvie. The last one is the most important. She seems happy. She’s smiling a lot.

  Zeke asks her how she can be in a good mood when her classes are so damn boring.

  “Because I know you’re behind me suffering,” she teases him.

  Zeke’s routine is to follow Livvie around during the day and write code at night. He’s not ever going to graduate, but he doesn’t care. Between the money from his software sale and my impending NFL contract, we’ll all be set for life.

  Sundays are the best because it’s my one day off. Zeke and Livvie make sure to get all their shit squared away so we can spend the day together. This Sunday is a special one. We’re asking Livvie to marry us over Christmas break. First, though, we have to talk to the moms.

  They’re both worried about us and how we’re going to make this threesome work. On campus, we’ve been able to scare everyone into silence. The eviction of the frat boys shook people up. But we go off-campus—to eat, to drink, to buy groceries. Off-campus, we can’t control strangers. It’s too big. The world’s just too big for us to threaten, intimidate, and otherwise protect Livvie like we want, which means there are going to be arrows slung her way. We do what we can to make sure that the barbs don’t sting too hard, and Livvie seems to be at peace, which is all that’s really important.

  Now, if we can only convince the moms of this.

  “You ready, bro?” I rub my sweaty palms across my sweatpant-covered thighs.

  “No.” He looks pale as he fiddles with the camera.

  Livvie’s passed out from a good round of early morning fucking. We worked her extra hard in hopes she’d stay sleeping while we did this.

  “That’s encouraging,” I say sarcastically.

  He throws me an irritated look. “You’d know if I lied, so what’s the point? I’m nervous as hell. If one of them says no, we’re going to disappoint someone we care about and I don’t like that.”

  It would be the moms we’re disappointing because at this point there’s no going back. Not that there was ever a point where we were going to give Livvie up.

  “Let’s get this over with,” I say, as if I’m not sweating bullets myself.

  Zeke clears his throat four times before finally dialing our mom. He barely has time to settle in beside me before she answers.

  “My babies,” she coos. “My sweet babies.”

  “Ma,” I complain. “I’m not a baby.”

  “You’re my baby. You, too, Ezekiel. How are you two this morning? Did you go for your run, Leviticus? I hope you’re not spending too much time in front of your computer, Ezekiel. Are you wearing your glasses like you’re supposed to? Your eyes look tired.”

  Zeke rubs a hand across his forehead. “I’m fine, Ma. And, yeah, I’m wearing my glasses.”

  He looks tired because we were up for four hours, trying to wear our girl out. You’d think that one tiny female wouldn’t have that much energy. You’d think that, but you’d be wrong.

  “Then you need to get more sleep. How is our Livvie doing? Are you guys taking good care of her?”

  I try not to blush. I try real hard, but I feel the heat creep up my neck. Zeke coughs into his hand before answering, “Yeah, Ma. We’re looking out for her.”

  “Good. I know Sonya was worried, but I assured her you two boys would watch over Livvie.”

  I nudge my twin. Now’s the time to bring it up.

  He glares at me for a second, but he clears his throat again, a clear sign he’s got something to say and doesn’t know how to say it.

  Ma recognizes Zeke’s tell immediately and tilts her head. “What is it, dear?”

  “So, about Olivia.”

  Ma’s eyes narrow. “What about her? Did she get hurt?”

  “No, Ma. She’s not hurt. She’s fine.”

  She’s comatose from coming so hard when we double dicked her an hour ago.

  Can you not send those images into my head while we’re talking to our mother? Zeke scowls.

  Sorry. And I am, but I couldn’t help it.

  “Then what is it about her?” Ma’s getting impatient.

  “We want to marry her,” I blurt out.

  “Levi!” my twin shouts.

  “What?” yells Ma.

  I scrub the top of my ear. “We both love her. You know that. And so we want to ask her to marry us.”

  “Marry you?” Her voice is ascending to a pitch I didn’t realize could go that high.

  “I thought we were going to ease her into this,” grumbles Zeke.

  “You were taking too long,” I argue. “Plus, we’ve got another phone call to make.”

  “No, you don’t,” Ma says faintly. The background on the screen blurs, and when Ma stops moving it lands on the shocked face of Sonya
Moore.

  Zeke covers his face and slides off his chair to the ground. My jaw drops down. I push it closed and then wave. “Hey, Ms. Moore.”

  Ms. Moore looks distressed. Like she ate an entire cat distressed. “You promised you would wait,” she whimpers.

  “We did,” I hustle to say. “We waited until her birthday. I swear we never broke our promise. And she was ready. She wanted us—”

  A large hand slaps my mouth shut. Zeke has reappeared. “Ms. Moore, what Levi is trying to say is that we did hold off until Olivia told us she was ready.”

  “She’s just a baby. She doesn’t know if she’s ready,” Ms. Moore snaps.

  This is not going how we planned. How do we explain to Ms. Moore that Olivia was ready without going into the shit that has gone down on campus? Or how Olivia has basically bossed us around since the moment she’s gotten here? Or how if we hadn’t given in on her birthday, she would’ve raked us across the coals?

  I look at Zeke, who is supposed to be the smart one, but he’s at a loss for words.

  “I am ready,” says a clear, high voice from behind us.

  Zeke and I turn at the same time to see Olivia dressed in a beautiful white satin robe we bought her sweep across the bedroom floor and push her way between us.

  “Hey, Mom.” She smiles.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Olivia

  My smile is tight as I try to cool the simmering anger inside of me. Mom and I have always been close. I don’t know why I bother with the fake smile when she reads my eyes easily. It has always been her and me. Until the twins, that is.

  “Livvie Bell.” Her tone is soft. I can tell she’s not sure how to handle me. To be honest, I’m not sure how to handle this either. Being mad at my mom isn’t something I’m used to. I never went through those rebellious teen years like everyone else. I saw how hard she worked to keep a roof over our heads and I made sure I did was I was supposed to. I went to school, made good grades and kept myself out of trouble.