Chapter 143 I Love All Three of You
Emily's POV
Behind us, I heard the kitchen faucet turn on. The sound of cabinets opening and closing. The soft clatter of a pan being set on the stove.
Mason was actually making dinner.
I turned my head, watching him move through the kitchen with that same quiet efficiency he always had, and something shifted in my chest. A surge of defiance, maybe. Or power. I wasn't sure which.
"Fine," I said, my voice still shaky but steadier now. "Doesn't matter. After you leave, I'll just have Mason help me. Like he did in my office today."
Alex's hand on my waist tightened. "So you fucked him in your office," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "And he didn't care that I'd just had you?"
"We didn't fuck," I said, and I felt a mean little thrill at the way his body went tense behind me. "But it was better. His mouth is better than yours."
Silence.
Alex didn't move. Didn't say anything. His cock was still buried inside me, his hand still resting on my stomach, but the teasing edge in his voice was gone.
I waited, my heart pounding, and for the first time since this started I felt uncertain. Like maybe I'd pushed too far.
Then Alex called out, his voice cutting through the quiet apartment. "Mason."
Mason turned from the stove, his eyes finding us immediately.
"Come here," Alex said, his voice calm and controlled in a way that made my stomach twist.
Mason hesitated for maybe half a second, then crossed the room. He stopped a few feet away, his hands shoved in his pockets, his expression unreadable.
I tried to close my legs on instinct, but Alex's thighs kept mine spread wide, and I felt my face burn as Mason's gaze dropped to where Alex and I were joined.
"Do what you're good at," Alex said. "Make her happy."
And then he started moving.
His hips rocked up into me, slow and deliberate, and I gasped as he hit that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. My hands scrabbled for purchase, finding his thighs, and I felt my body start to shake.
Mason dropped to his knees.
"Wait—" I started, but then Mason's mouth was on me, his tongue finding my clit with devastating precision, and the word broke into a moan.
Alex kept thrusting, each movement making me bounce in his lap, and Mason's mouth followed me, his tongue circling and sucking while his hands gripped my thighs to hold me steady. The dual sensations were overwhelming—Alex filling me, stretching me, hitting every nerve ending inside while Mason worked my clit with the kind of focused intensity that made my thighs shake.
"Too much—" I gasped, my head falling back against Alex's shoulder. "I can't—"
"Yes, you can," Alex murmured against my ear, his voice rough and low. "You're gonna come for both of us."
Mason's tongue flattened against me, and I felt the vibration when he moaned. Alex's hand slid up to palm my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and I was falling apart, the orgasm building so fast and so hard I couldn't breathe.
When it hit, it was violent. My whole body seized, my back arching, and I felt myself clench around Alex's cock so hard he groaned. Mason didn't stop, his mouth still working me through it, and the aftershocks kept coming in waves that made me sob.
Finally, Mason pulled back, his lips and chin glistening, and Alex's arms wrapped around me, holding me still as I shook and gasped in his lap.
"Now," Alex said softly, his mouth against my ear, his voice almost gentle. "Can you say you love me?"
I was still shaking, my body limp and boneless in his arms, but I reached out with one trembling hand toward Mason. He was still kneeling on the floor, his eyes dark and dazed, his breathing uneven.
"Come here," I said, my voice hoarse.
Mason stood slowly, and I guided him to sit on the couch beside us. Alex shifted beneath me, his cock still buried inside me, and I felt the aftershocks ripple through my body again.
I reached up with both hands—one cupping Mason's face, the other sliding back to tangle in Alex's hair behind me. I turned my head and pressed a soft kiss to Alex's jaw, then leaned forward and kissed Mason's mouth, gentle and unhurried.
"Ethan's not here right now," I said quietly, my voice still shaking. "But I love all three of you."
Mason's breath hitched, and I felt his hand come up to cover mine where it rested against his cheek.
Behind me, Alex went completely still. His arms tightened around me, pulling me back against his chest, and I felt him bury his face in the curve of my neck.
"Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough and raw.
I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes. "I love you."
His expression cracked, something vulnerable flickering across his face before he kissed me—slow and deep and desperate, like he was trying to memorize the taste of the words on my lips.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and his breathing was ragged.
"Fuck," he whispered. "Emily—"
I kissed him again, softer this time, and then turned to Mason and did the same.
I didn't need them to say it back. I already knew.
Mason's presence had filled something in me I hadn't even realized was empty. I wasn't reaching for reassurance anymore, wasn't waiting for validation or proof. There was something solid in my chest now—not quite confidence, but close. A kind of knowing. Deep and certain and unshakeable.
I knew they loved me.
All three of them.
For a long moment, we just stayed there—tangled together on the couch, my body still trembling, Alex still inside me, Mason's hand warm against my thigh—and I felt something settle in my chest.
It wasn't perfect. It wasn't simple. But it was ours.