Megan
An hour later, I’m standing in the rooftop garden, anxiously twisting my fingers. This is it. The moment I’ve put off for weeks and weeks. Strangely enough, I’m not as nervous as I thought I’d be. What I am nervous about is how Tristan and Madden will respond.
Long moments pass as I think over all the possible outcomes of what could happen when they get here, but soon enough, I hear a door behind me, and Tristan and Madden both appear at the entrance to the garden.
They look incredible. So handsome and sexy and absolutely perfect. My heart pounds in my chest, my body trembling with desire just from one look at them. Every memory of our encounters flashes through my mind. The dates, the time in the kitchen, our moments yesterday when I had time with each of them alone.
I want them so badly that I can feel my body responding more with every step they take, coming closer and closer.
They reach me at the same time.
“Megan.” Tristan reaches for my hand, kissing my knuckles as he always does. His lips brushing across my skin sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire in my core.
“Good morning,” Madden says, strangely calm, not jealous at all of Tristan’s actions. Then he leans in and kisses my cheek, sending another round of electric sparks across my skin.
I glance at Tristan. This doesn’t seem to bother him at all. What’s up with that? Up until a couple days ago, they were shooting daggers at one other, each ready to beat the other to a pulp. Now they seem completely civil. This could be a good sign.
Taking a deep breath, I decide I just need to get it out. Why wait?
“I’ve made my decision.”
They both stand there, watching me closely.
“I figured that’s why you wanted to meet,” Tristan said.
“We both just want you to be happy, Megan,” Madden adds.
Tristan nods in agreement. “Yes. Your happiness is what really matters here.”
I look back and forth between them. It’s obvious they mean it. That tells me everything I need to know. That they aren’t playing a game with me. That the things they told me yesterday about how they feel about me are really true.
I smile, relief flooding me. Now I know they truly care. And I feel much more confident about what I’m about to suggest.
I clear my throat, suddenly shy, but I find my strength and fight for the confidence that I’ve always had.
“In that case, here’s what I want. What will make me happier than anything.”
They watch me expectantly.
“I want to lose my virginity to both of you.”
Their eyes widen, not in shock or dismay, certainly with a little surprise—but most of all with excitement.
Madden gives me a wicked dimpled grin. “I always knew you were a wild one. Such a naughty girl.”
I bite my lip, his words making my pussy throb. I guess I am.
Tristan chuckles softly, shaking his head, but his eyes gleam with pleasure and desire. “I think we can do that.”
My eyebrows fly up as I glance back and forth between them. They seem totally on board. Maybe they aren’t clear on what I mean. I know I need to make sure they understand what I’m saying.
I take both their hands in mine. “You both told me yesterday that you care about me, deeply. I need you both to know that I feel the same way.” I pause, looking into their eyes in turn.
“I’m in love with you both. My heart belongs to both of you. I’ve been torn apart trying to figure out how to choose between you. And that’s because I can’t. I love you both. I want you both. I need you both.”
Then the ultimate question. “Are you willing to share?”
I hold my breath. This moment could mean everything.
They look at me, then at each other as a long minute draws out, the silence and tension making me crazy.
“Share you how?” Tristan says carefully.
“Yeah,” Madden pipes in. “Like in the kitchen?”
I shake my head. “Not just like that. I told you I want to lose my virginity to both of you. But it’s more than that. I want to choose you both. For so much more. I want to be with you—both of you. If you can do that. If you’re willing to share. Because my heart belongs to both of you. I want my body to belong to both of you, too. But I need to know that you are willing to share me in every way.”
Tristan’s eyes blaze with hungry need, and Madden radiates an energy that is consuming.
They look at each other again, and my stomach does a series of flips that would put an Olympic gymnast to shame. I love them both so much. I can’t bear the thought of losing either of them.
This moment could change everything.
Looking back at me, they both answer the same time.
“Yes.”