Chapter 27 Just the Three of Us
It started with popcorn. And Mike was being an absolute menace about it.
We were on our third movie of the day, the lights low, half of us half-asleep under blankets. I was curled up on the floor between Josh’s legs, my head resting back against his chest. He had one hand in my hair, slowly combing through it, the other lazily holding a bowl of popcorn we were sharing.
Mike sat beside us, legs stretched out, completely ignoring the movie to try to get popcorn from the bowl without looking. Which meant his fingers kept “accidentally” brushing mine. Or grazing Josh’s thigh. Or tipping the whole bowl toward me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” I muttered, biting back a smile.
Mike grinned. “Doing what, sweetheart?”
Josh’s fingers paused in my hair. “You trying to get your hand broken?”
“You gonna be the one to do it?” Mike drawled, reaching into the bowl again. “Could be fun.”
I grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at him. “Go get your own.”
Mike leaned closer, eyes flicking to Josh’s. “But this is more fun.”
“Movie,” Josh warned, voice low. “You can start shit later.”
“Who says I’m starting anything?”
I turned in Josh’s lap just enough to glare at Mike. “That’s a lie, and you know it.”
Mike’s gaze dropped to my mouth. Then lower.
Josh noticed.
I felt the change instantly—his hand tightening slightly in my hair, his breath brushing the back of my neck.
My whole body went still.
“I think she wants us to start something,” Mike said, tone darkening.
Josh stood without a word, pulling me up with him. My heart stuttered when he linked our fingers and looked down at me.
“You coming?” he asked Mike, voice calm but threaded with heat.
“Hell yes.”
I didn’t even pretend to act cool. I followed Josh out of the room, my pulse hammering.
Mike’s footsteps echoed behind us as we climbed the stairs.
The shift between the three of us was immediate. The teasing, the heat, the unspoken agreement that tonight was ours.
The bedroom door closed behind us.
The rest of the world disappeared.
Josh didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
Mike locked it behind us anyway, as if he wanted to make sure no one got any ideas about interrupting.
I stood between them, already breathless, like the heat was coiled just under my skin. Josh's gaze tracked every breath I took. Calm. Controlled. Focused like always—but with that heat in his eyes that made my knees go soft.
Mike stepped in first. Hands sliding under the hem of my shirt, fingers grazing bare skin.
“Clothes off,” he said, voice thick with want.
I didn’t hesitate.
My shirt hit the floor.
Then my bra.
Then nothing but skin and their eyes.
Josh's jaw clenched. He still hadn't moved. Just watched.
Mike’s hands ran over my waist, my hips, my thighs, eyes dark and fixed on mine. “You’re already shaking.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “You gonna do something about it?”
He smirked. “Baby, you have no idea.”
Josh moved finally—stepping in behind me. His hands came to my hips, anchoring me. Solid. Steady. I leaned back into him instinctively, like my body already knew who he was.
“You sure you’re good?” he asked, voice low against my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
That was all it took.
Mike bent, mouth dragging over my breast—hot, wet, claiming. Josh’s hands came around to cup me, fingers kneading with that slow intensity that made my whole body ache.
“God,” I whimpered, already trembling.
Josh kissed my shoulder. “We haven’t even started yet.”
“Bed,” Mike growled. “Now.”
Josh moved with me, guiding me to the mattress. I crawled up, heart pounding, and knelt in the center. Mike stood at the foot of the bed, tugging off his shirt, his abs flexing as he tossed it aside.
Josh followed, slower, pulling his shirt off with quiet purpose, his gaze never leaving mine.
Mike knelt between my legs, hands gripping my thighs.
Josh moved behind me again, his hands on my shoulders, pressing down. “On your elbows, baby girl.”
I obeyed, body arching, presenting. Mike’s breath hitched. Josh’s groan was low, primal.
Mike kissed my inner thigh, slow and open-mouthed, while Josh dragged his fingers down my spine. Every nerve lit up.
“Stay still,” Josh said.
Mike didn’t tease.
He buried his face between my legs as he needed to. His tongue licked a firm stripe up my center, and I choked on a moan.
Josh held me steady, one hand on my lower back, the other smoothing along my ribs like he was keeping count of my breath.
Mike sucked my clit into his mouth, relentless. He groaned low against me when I whimpered, as my sounds turned him on more than anything.
Josh leaned down, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Let go, sweetheart.”
Mike doubled down, tongue stroking fast and deep, and I shattered.
Hard.
Josh kissed my neck as I came, his mouth a brand, his hand tightening on my hip. “Good girl,” he whispered.
I was still shaking when Mike pulled back, chin slick, pupils blown wide. “I want inside her,” he growled.
Josh’s hand smoothed up my back. “Give her a minute.”
“I don’t need a minute,” I said breathlessly, lifting my head.
Mike laughed, wrecked. “Fuck, you’re dangerous.”
Josh chuckled, and the sound slid through me like silk. “You heard her.”
Mike stripped fast, sliding a condom on, and positioned himself behind me.
Josh shifted beside me, lying on his side, hand cupping my cheek as Mike pressed inside me, slow and deep.
My cry broke against Josh’s palm.
“You okay?” Mike asked, voice ragged.
“Perfect,” I gasped.
Josh kissed me, slow and hot, as Mike started to move.
Each thrust dragged a sound from my throat, but Josh swallowed them all, his hand sliding to my throat—gentle, grounding, there.
“You take us so well,” he murmured. “So fucking good like this.”
Mike’s rhythm picked up, fast and deep, every thrust forcing a whimper from me. My whole body trembled with the pressure, the stretch, the overwhelming heat of both of them focused only on me.
Josh pulled back just enough to watch. “Look at you.”
Mike thrust harder, one hand gripping my hip, the other sliding up to grab a handful of my hair. “Say my name,” he growled.
“Mike—fuck—Mike—”
“Louder.”
“Mike!”
Josh kissed me again, stealing the cry off my lips.
The pleasure was too much. I felt my body start to splinter again, and Josh knew—he always knew.
“You’re gonna come again for us, baby girl,” he whispered. “Let it take you.”
Mike slammed into me one more time, and I came with a scream, body bowing, toes curling, breath catching as everything inside me lit up and burned.
Mike groaned loudly behind me, his thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck—fuck—Emmy—”
He came with a broken sound, collapsing over my back for a second before pulling out carefully and kissing the curve of my spine.
Josh didn’t move.
He reached for me, pulled me into his lap, and cradled me like I weighed nothing.
His lips brushed my temple. “You okay?”
I nodded, dazed, floating.
“Good,” he murmured, voice warm. “You were perfect.”
I smiled sleepily against his chest. “I think I saw God.”
Mike laughed, flopping down beside us on the bed. “Pretty sure you made me see God.”
Josh’s hand ran down my spine again. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“But I don’t wanna move,” I mumbled.
Josh just smiled. “I got you.”
And he did.
Always.