By the time I get a text from Lucky around noon, I’m a ball of nerves. The text comes to our group message like usual. Even one on one dates are arranged in our group messages typically.

Lucky: You both want to come over for dinner tonight? I thought I’d make something special…

Something special? Does that mean he’s thinking what I’m thinking about tonight? I wasn’t sure if Lucky would want our first time together to include Mason or not, but I hope it does. Just like I told Mason when I had my first kiss with Lucky, he’s part of us. It’s not me and Lucky or Lucky and Mason. It’s the three of us, always. Even when it’s not.

Mason: I’m in! Why something special though?

Heart: Because he’s finally going to fuck me tonight

I attempt humor to hide my mounting nerves at the thought. Seriously, how can I be nervous about this? I’ve lost track of how many men I’ve been with in my life, the first one being when I was fifteen-years-old and most of them blurring together over time. Between my time on the streets and my porn career, sex is no big deal to me. But with Lucky, it feels different. Maybe with Lucky I want it to be a big deal.

Mason: Oh! You don’t want me there then, right?

Heart: I want you there

Lucky: Of course, we want you baby

Lucky: See you both at seven?

Heart: Yup!

Mason: Sounds good

I set my phone down and take a deep breath. If I’m getting fucked later, I should jump in the shower and make sure I’m all squeaky clean. Plus, a hot shower should help dispel some of these ridiculous nerves.

When I get to Lucky’s just after seven, Mason is already there, relaxing on the couch while Lucky finishes up dinner.

“Hey, babe,” I greet Mason with a kiss, and when he clings to me, I linger for a few minutes, nibbling his lips and devouring the little sounds he makes when my tongue plays with his.

“Mmmm, I think that’s officially my favorite sight in the world,” Lucky says from the living room doorway, his deep voice even huskier than usual.

“Why don’t you get over here and join us,” I suggest.

“As much of a temptation as that is, I don’t want dinner to get cold while you both distract me. So, come eat, and then we’ll get back to the distractions.”

I lace my fingers with Mason’s and tug him off the couch with me. We round the corner to the kitchen, and I stop in my tracks, my heart pounding so hard I’m sure it will shatter my ribs.

There are candles lighting the table. I’ve never had someone go to the trouble of a candle-lit dinner. In truth, I always thought it sounded a little sappy and cliché, so why are my eyes leaking now at the sight of it?

Mason’s hand squeezes mine, and Lucky steps in front of us. He cups my chin and tilts my face up toward his.

“Our no-sex rule is up, but I wanted to show you that doesn’t mean everything changes. Sex or no sex, I intend to continue showing you that you’re more to me than just a hole to stick my dick in. You’re smart and funny. You have confidence even I envy. You’re an incredible person, and I’m lucky to be with you.”

My mouth falls open, and I flounder for words as even more tears leak from my eyes.

“He’s right, Heart. You’re amazing.” Mason kisses my cheek.

“Come on, sit down,” Lucky urges, saving me from having to form a response to either of them.

I pile my plate high with all sorts of healthy food Lucky cooked for us, grateful for an excuse not to talk while I process everything. Mason and Lucky talk but I don’t bother to pay attention, my focus instead on everything that’s gone on between the three of us over the past two months. And I circle back to my earlier thoughts about whether or not I can commit to Mason and Lucky or if I need to let them go.

I shovel food into my mouth, not paying attention to what it is or even really tasting it. Lucky made a candle-lit dinner for me. In two months together, he’s proven to be exactly what I thought he was—steadfast, trustworthy, moral, and good. Better than I deserve without a doubt, but everything I didn’t realize I was longing for. And then there’s Mason, my sweet, wonderful, perfect Mason. How could I give these two up?

“You okay, Heart?” Mason asks, reaching under the table and putting a hand on my knee. “You’re really quiet.”

“I’m good, baby,” I assure him. “I was just thinking, and there’s something I want to tell you both.” They look up from their meals, expectant but patient. I clear my throat and put my hand on Mason’s for the comfort and reassurance. “I was hesitant when we started this. I didn’t think I could ever trust anyone again after what Terry did, and I didn’t want another relationship ever again. But you both proved me wrong; you showed me what I was missing, and I want you both to know I’m all in.”

Mason smiles more widely than I’ve ever seen before, and the look of happiness and relief in Lucky’s eyes warms my chest.

“Your trust means a lot; I’ll never take it for granted,” Lucky promises, and I know without a doubt he’s telling the truth.

When we finish dinner, Mason and I do the dishes while Lucky puts away leftovers, and nerves start to flutter in my stomach again.

“God, I don’t know why, but I’m kind of nervous to have sex with Lucky for some reason,” I confess quietly to Mason with a laugh.

“Welcome to my life,” he jokes and then bumps his shoulder against mine. “It’s going to be great; you’ll see.”

When the kitchen is clean, Lucky leads us to the bedroom and the three of us get undressed. I snort a small laugh as Lucky folds his clothes as he takes them off. That’s just so him I can’t help but find it amusing.

Mason is the first one to crawl onto the bed, his expression as eager and sweet as always. I follow him and blanket him with my body, my lips finding his in a kiss that helps me to relax a fraction.

The bed shifts under Lucky’s weight, and I hear him rummage in the drawer beside the bed for a few seconds, presumably getting supplies. I keep kissing Mason, sliding our hard cocks together between our bodies.

Lucky’s first touch is so gentle I almost don’t register it. His hands ghost over my back, and his lips trail along the back of my shoulder. His hard cock brushes against the curve of my ass, and I shiver in anticipation as I kiss Mason deeper.

Lucky takes his time kissing and touching me, and by the time one of his slicked fingers finds its way between my cheeks, I’m relaxed and so ready to feel him inside me.

“You don’t have to take long prepping me,” I assure him, reaching between Mason and me to run my finger through the precum gathering on the tip of his cock and then my own.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” Lucky requests, and I nod, licking and kissing my way down Mason’s throat.

He goes right for two fingers, and I moan at the burning stretch of being filled. I squirm against his fingers and whimper against Mason’s skin.

“You look so hot,” Mason groans, wrapping his hand around both of our cocks.

“Please fuck me, Lucky,” I beg as a third finger joins the first two.

He thrusts his fingers in and out a few more times, likely making sure I’m really ready for him. And then he eases them out, and I make a disgruntled noise at the loss. Mason’s hand on our cocks is a slow rhythm, nowhere close to getting either of us off, just enough to make me desperate and insane.

The sound of Lucky tearing open the condom makes me sigh with relief, and seconds later, the blunt pressure of his cock is at my entrance. I take Mason’s mouth again, letting my body relax and accept Lucky as he pushes in steadily. When I feel his hairy thighs against the back of mine, I turn my head, and he leans forward to kiss me.

I’m not sure if it’s the fullness of his cock inside me or the emotions of the kiss that leave me breathless, but either way, my chest heaves against Mason’s.

Lucky’s powerful thrusts cause my cock to drag against Mason’s in the confines of his grip. If I had any brainpower left, I’d suggest pausing for a second so I could be inside Mason, but I can’t form words let alone coherent thoughts as Lucky fucks me hard and deep.

On the porn set, I can last for a good forty-five minutes to an hour if I need to. But surrounded by Lucky and Mason, smelling, feeling, and tasting them both has me ready to blow within minutes.

“I’m close, I’m so close,” I warn them as I turn back to Mason, resting my forehead against his and closing my eyes to let the sensations wash over me.

Lucky’s grip on my hips tightens, and he somehow manages to fuck me deeper, hitting my prostate with each stroke. Mason cries out beneath me, and his cock pulses against mine. The feeling of his hot cum coating my cock, along with Lucky inside me, sends me careening over the edge with a harsh wail as my orgasm rips through me violently, shooting my seed all over Mason.

Lucky fucks me through the pleasure and then lets out a deep groan, stilling with his cock deep inside me.

We end up in a sweaty, sticky heap, all too tired to bother cleaning up. Lucky spoons around me from behind, and I lay my head on Mason’s chest.

“Thank you for trusting us,” Mason whispers just after Lucky’s breathing evens out signaling sleep.

“Thank you for giving me the time to learn to trust you.” I press a kiss to the middle of Mason’s chest and close my eyes.