Page 41 of Born to Scar

Our moans meet in the air around us. My hand presses around his throat. They both love that I do it.

“How long has it been since we’ve fucked you, Indy?” I move my hips, grinding on him in a frantic search for friction.

“Two—oh fuck—two weeks.”

“Either of us?”

I drop my head back, reveling in this feeling. “Yes.”

“Don’t do that again.” He pulls back and slams me down, stilling my hips, making me yelp.

I nod, feeling Jared’s body heat behind me, pressing his fingers into my ass. He stretches me, gently opening me for him. He presses his cock head in through the tight muscles. Pushing back onto him, I groan. He enters slowly. Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back, arching my back.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again,” he grits into my ear.

I’m so full. I can’t think. I just am. It’s the best part of being with them. I don’t have to think. I can just be. Jared’s hips roll slowly. Cam’s follow.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“That’s right, little whore. We are your gods, aren’t we?” Jared croons, pinching my clit.

“Yes!” I scream. The pain sends shock waves of pleasure pulsing through my body.

My body is theirs to control while I’m floating between them. They are the only things keeping me tethered to earth. I feel an orgasm building again. Jared’s fingers find my center again with circling pressure.

“Fuck yes,” I breathe.

“Come for us, Indy. Come around our cocks.” His words fling me from the edge.

“You squeeze so tight,” Jared whispers. “Your cock feels so good in our girl, Cam. Fuck, so good,” he groans, reaching his release.

He pulls out, and his hand shoots under me. “F-fuck,” Cam huffs. I can feel Jared fucking around with Cam. I want to watch, but I can’t, and a sad whimper slips from me. “You want to watch, don’t you, filthy little whore?” Cam moans his release into me.

I love that my men are vocal. It’s my biggest turn on. I lie on Cam’s chest, catching my breath before rolling off and lying beside him. Jared falls on the other side, turning to face me. Cam does the same. I have two big spoons, cuddled up to my sides, their arms crossed over my stomach, holding each other, and I cry. This is the happiest I have ever been, and watching their relationship grow has been nothing short of magical.

I could never in my wildest dreams have imagined that what was once my impossible fantasy of being happy with both men would become true—not only true but we’re thriving. Thriving for us as individuals, individual partners, and as a threesome. Incredibly, we can make something so unorthodox work so well.

I love these two men beside me, and whether they are ready to admit it or not, they love each other, too. I see it in the way they sneak looks at each other, the way they look when they think no one is watching.

It happened before they even realized it. Cam was the first to fall, but Jared loves hard and has an uncanny way of reading people he cares for. It truly is a beautiful thing, what we’ve built.

Cam notices the tears first, pulling his arm from around my stomach, wiping them from my cheek.

“Why?” he whispers. Jared’s hand lifts to my face, too. I chuckle and shake my head.

“So much emotion, I can’t contain it all inside.”

They pull in closer to me, back into their embrace. I trace my fingertips over both of their backs, whispering, “I love you.”

They both shoot up to kiss me. “I love you, too,” they say in unison, each taking a side of my mouth.

TWO WEEKS LATER

It’s the night after a race, and I go straight to the bar, knowing Lainy will be overwhelmed in an hour or so. I lost to Cam, Mik, and Felipe tonight. My head wasn’t in it.

Cam already knows he has some making up to do. I can’t wait to find out what he comes up with. My polite, pretty boy has a kinky side that he’s starting to find, and we…are so here for it. Jared lost to Kia. Jared hates to lose, but Cam knows how to help him get over it while I’m here. They’ll be in later, along with the rest of the crew. I do love nights like this, even with a loss. I love these people who flood into the bar.

I prep by lining the bar with shot glasses. Bik hates that I do this, but it’s pennies on the dollar for this place. So, I do it anyway. I’ll have a shot ready for every chair in here.