Chapter 50: Uninvited Guests
Selene
The night starts with laughter.
We’re sprawled across my bed—Adrian shirtless, John already working the buttons of my top like he’s unwrapping a gift he’s been dying to claim.
“You’re sure about this?” I ask, even as my body aches for their touch.
John’s lips find my neck. “Selene, we’re beyond sure. You’re ours.”
Adrian slides in behind me, his chest flush against my back. “Let us show you again.”
And they do.
Slow. Greedy. Worshipful.
John tastes me like wine—savoring every moan, every arch of my spine.
Adrian claims me like fire—hot, relentless, unyielding.
We don’t sleep much.
But when we do, it’s tangled limbs and soft murmurs. I wake up between them, the sun spilling gold across the sheets and their bodies pressed against mine like twin anchors. My king size bed feels small and I’m thankful for the fact that we will be in a bigger place and bed soon.
For once, I don’t feel torn.
I feel whole. Just then my sexy men wake and I feel dual hardons pressing against either thigh and they both whisper good morning . Kissing my neck and both attacking my nipples and I feel that telltale wetness between my thighs just then , John pulls me in top of him and spears me with his cock, I moan loudly at the invasion and Adrian comes up behind me. He leans down and licks John and I were we are joined causing us to moan loudly at the added sensation, then he lubes me up. First pushing his finger slowly into my tight hole . Next I feel the head of his engorged cock against me and he slowly starts to push his cock into my me and I gasp loudly at the added invasion. My body screaming to try and accommodate such girth. He grabs more lube and lubes himself and John up and then they both push into my pussy and I cry out . “Relax babe, you can take us both, John murmurs as he sucks my nipples. Adrian reaches around and starts to rub my clit . My body is consumed with pleasure and I relax even more and feel both their cocks moving in and out of my pussy in tandem . I can’t take the fullness , the pleasure is so intense I come almost immediately gushing wetness all over them and the sheets. John flips me onto my back and settles between my thighs and begins to eat my aching tender pussy and I stare as Adrian slams his thick cock deep in John and starts to fuck him . I explode a second time around John’s fingers and tongue and they both follow shouting out their release.
Adrian
We grab breakfast on Pearl Street. She’s glowing, hair up in a messy bun, her caramel complexion absolutely stunning, oversized sunglasses, sipping coffee while flipping through photos of nursery ideas.
“She’s nesting already,” I whisper to John, nudging him.
“She’s lethal,” he replies with a smirk. “And perfect.”
After croissants and kisses, we drive her to the house.
She gasps the moment she sees it.
“You bought me a castle,” she says, stepping out of the car jumping and clapping her hands like an excited child. .
“We’re just the knights,” I say.
She takes her time, exploring every room, making mental notes.
“This wall has to go,” she says, pointing between the kitchen and dining space.
“Done,” John says, already texting the contractor.
“And I want an indoor-outdoor reading nook,” she adds.
I scribble it down. “Put it next to the nursery.”
She spins to face us, hands on hips. “You two really are doing this, huh?”
“We already did,” John says. “Now it’s your turn to put your mark on it. Whatever additions and renovations you want and of course furniture.”
John
She’s upstairs sketching the nursery layout when my phone buzzes.
MOTHER.
I brace myself and answer.
“John. You’re in Denver?”
“Yes, I—”
“With her?”
“Her name is Selene.”
“I don’t care if her name is Cleopatra, John . Do you know what the tabloids are saying? That you’re playing house with a woman and her other lover?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m not interested in optics, Mother.”
“Well, I am. And so is the board. You think shareholders won’t notice when their CEO is wrapped in a scandal involving a ménage-à-trois and an unwed pregnancy?”
“Wait how the hell did you know Selene is pregnant?
"Your sister told me ! " she sputters angrily.
"Well seeing as the cats out the bag , yes it's true . And just so you know She’s having our twins.”
Silence. Then a sharp inhale.
“I’m flying in.”
I clench my jaw. “Fine. But don’t come in swinging.”
“I’ll bring grace and judgment, as always.”
The line goes dead.
Selene
I’m curled up on the soon-to-be master suite windowsill when John returns, looking mildly murderous.
“Problems?” I ask.
“My mother’s flying in.”
I blink. “Oh?”
“She wants to meet you. And she’s less than thrilled.”
“Perfect,” I mutter. “Should I greet her in lingerie?”
Adrian chuckles from the corner. “You’d be doing us both a favor.”
Before we can make a plan for disaster control, there’s another alert—this time, Adrian’s phone.
He frowns as he reads the message.
“It’s Bianca.”
“What does she want now?”
He hands me the screen.
Bianca: Tell Selene to enjoy the peace while she can. The Truth always surfaces. And this time, it won’t be pretty.
The blood drains from my face.
John stands abruptly. “Okay. This ends now. Whatever she’s planning—we cut it off.”
Adrian nods. “Agreed.”
I look between them, feeling the weight of what we’ve built—and what’s coming for it.
We’ve found our rhythm.
Our home.
Our love.
But now?
We’re going to have to fight to keep it. I'm not looking forward to dealing with Johns mother, let alone that crazy bitch Bianca.