Licking her lower lip, Emma drags her eyes from my naked chest to Ryan’s. We got back from the restaurant about five minutes ago, and now we have plans to figure this shit out between the three of us—and then fuck Emma until there isn’t a doubt in her mind whom she belongs to.

“Shouldn’t we…you know…talk before we get naked?” she asks, struggling to keep her eyes above our waists.

“What is there to talk about?” I say, unbuttoning my dress pants. “I think we made it clear. We love you. You’re ours. We’re not letting you go. End of story.”

Her eyes snap to mine, and I smile. I knew that wouldn’t be enough for her. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

Ryan reaches for her hand and pulls her toward him. “Emma, we have thought about this moment for years.”

“He’s right.” I grab the bottom of her dress and lift the silky material over her head. “You used to drive us crazy running around the back yard in your sports bra and shorts, kicking that damn soccer ball. I can’t tell you how many times we wanted to haul you off to the garage and bury ourselves in you.”

“I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Didn’t you have feelings for us? I swear I saw a lingering look from you from time to time.” Ryan asks, hooking his fingers in the sides of her panties. He slowly drags them down her legs, and she steps out of them.

Emma nods. “I did, but you two were my best friends, and I didn’t want to screw that up, so I pushed my feelings aside.”

I flick the clasp, and Emma’s bra falls to the ground. “No more pushing those feelings away, got it?”

She nods again. “I just wish you would’ve told me how you felt sooner. Look at all the time we wasted when we could’ve had this.”

Why does Ryan always end up in front of her? I want a front row seat to her titty show, too. I step around Emma. Her tits are perfect. Round and juicy with tight nipples begging for our mouths. Her bare mound is glistening, and I can’t wait to bury my face there.

I rub a hand down my face. “Shit. This is all you, Ryan. I can’t concentrate.”

Ryan laughs and claps my shoulder. His touch is strong and comforting. I like knowing that he always has my back.

“We knew that our feelings for you were much different than we’d ever experienced, and we knew how important your classes and soccer were to you. We didn’t want to interfere with that.”

Ryan squeezes my shoulder gently, and that’s when I realize I’ve been staring at him, and he’s still touching me. I clear my throat. “He’s right. We’ve never done this before,” I say, waving a hand between the three of us.

“Yes, you have. You two have shared multiple women. I’m not stupid.”

Ryan nods. “You’re right. We’ve shared women, but we’ve never been in a relationship with one.”

Her eyes widen. “Is that what you want, a relationship?”

We both nod.

“With me?”

“Please tell us that’s what you want, too,” I say.

Emma’s eyes well up with tears, and I can’t take it anymore. I have to touch her. I hook an arm around her neck and pull her tightly against my body. She buries her face in my chest and reaches for Ryan. He joins us.

“That’s what I want, too,” she says, causing my heart to soar. “But how does that even work?”

“We don’t know.” Ryan strokes his hand up and down her bare back. “We just know you’re it for us. And that’s all that matters.”

She looks up, glancing between the two of us. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Ryan kisses her hard and fast. “I love you, sweetheart.”

She turns to me and gives me the same kiss. “I love you, too, Grant.”

“I love you, Emma.”

* * *

RYAN

“Now, get on the bed. All this talk about love and relationships is making me hot.”

Emma’s eyes widen. She looks at me for a second and then crawls onto the bed without question.

“Spread your legs and make room for Grant. He needs to taste that sweet pussy.”

Grant yanks his pants down and lowers himself on top of her, his hips cradled between her legs. “You’re ours.”

“I’m yours.”

I watch Grant kiss Emma. It doesn’t start off soft and sweet, it’s instantly heated, and when I see his tongue brush against hers, my cock throbs. I kick off my pants and crawl onto the bed next to them. I slide my hand up her thigh, wedging it between their bodies. The back of my hand rubs against Grant’s dick, and he grinds against me, pushing my fingers against her pussy.

The sounds Emma makes when I trace the edges of her sex are intoxicating, and I push my fingers inside of her. Grant breaks the kiss and slides down her body. His broad shoulders barely fit between her legs. I pull out my fingers, coating her clit with the wetness from her body and reach for her breast, but Grant grabs my hand.

“Get down here. This pussy is ours now, and we’re going to enjoy it together.”

Grant and I have done a lot of dirty things with women, but we’ve never eaten one out at the same time.

I push Emma’s leg back, her knee brushing her chest. Grant does the same to her right leg until she’s opened up nice and wide.

“You okay?” I ask, looking up her naked body.

Emma is biting her lip. Her eyes are hooded, and she grips our hair with her hands. “Please. I need your mouths on me.”

“So pretty,” Grant whispers before diving in.

Emma’s hips buck off the bed, and I do my best to hold her down. I watch Grant shove his tongue inside her and bury his face against her body. My dick is throbbing, and I fist my cock, trying to ease the ache.

Her distinct scent fills the air, and my mouth waters. Grant pulls his tongue out and flicks her clit before sucking it hard. Emma tries to close her legs, but I don’t let her.

“Keep them open for me. It’s fucking hot watching Grant eat your pussy. I can’t wait to get my mouth down there.”

“Fuck, you’re just going to have to get down here,” Grant says. “I can’t stop. She tastes too damn good.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Grant kisses along her inner thigh, allowing me room to get a taste of our girl. She moans and bucks as we pass her back and forth, each of us sucking and licking at her pussy, drinking her juices. But when Emma’s body draws tight, I refuse to pull away, and Grant dives in next to me. Our tongues brush together as we drive her over the edge, and when she screams our name and collapses on the bed, I look at Grant and smile.

“We’re doing that again soon.”

“Damn right, we are.”

We move up her body, each of us lying next to her. Grant sucks her tit into his mouth, and I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

“That was amazing,” she breathes.

“Your pleasure will always come first. Anything you want, sweetheart, it’s yours,” I say, gripping her other breast in my hand. I knead gently, and her lips part.

“There is something I’d like to try,” she says.