Jeremy shook his head. “I don’t know about a lot more. It has a little more.”

  “How do you quantify that, really?” Quentin asked.

  This was better than last night. Better even ten minutes ago. “I’m glad you’re both here.”

  Jeremy knelt in front of me and grasped my hands between his. “We need to talk.”

  “And like that, I’m going to be sick again.” No good conversation ever started that way.

  He kissed my fingertips. “I promise it’s not bad. Not even a little.”

  Then why didn’t he just come out and say it?

  My phone rang again, from the end table next to me. A glance at the screen showed Mom and her picture, and my nausea surged back.

  “What’s wrong?” Quentin asked.

  The biggest thing? I hadn’t drunk enough last night to forget what I’d done. “I may have left her a voicemail last night. Or two. Telling her off. Telling her to take her rights offer and fuck off.”

  Jeremy and Quentin were laughing again.

  “It’s not funny.” I rubbed the throbbing spot in my forehead.

  “Sorry.” Jeremy almost sounded like he meant it. “Do you regret it?”

  Did I? “I regret that she’s about to get mad at me. But not the kind of screaming anger most people are when they get mad. This will be quiet and seething and cold.” And I wasn’t sure I was mentally up for her tearing me down.

  “Hey.” Jeremy was still crouched in front of me. He rested a hand on my cheek. “She’s wrong. Anything she says is bullshit. You can’t trust her and you know she’s wrong.”

  “And if you falter, we’ll remind you again and again. As long as it takes,” Quentin said. “You don’t have to talk to her now. We’re here when you’re ready.”

  I wanted to know what Jeremy was going to say, but I would be fixated on my mother’s reaction to my calls until I spoke with her. I drew in several deep breaths to calm my stomach. “Let’s get it out of the way.” Time to answer my phone. “Hi, Mom.”

  “Hi, hon. Are you all right?”

  Her casual tone cranked my tension rather than soothing me. “I’m fine.”

  “Are you sure? I got your messages last night and you sounded… off. Like you’d been drinking.”

  “I was.” No reason to hide it. “But I meant what I said.” Not as cruelly as I’d said it, but if I gave at all, she’d see it as a weakness.

  Her heavy sigh drilled into me. “I know I haven’t always been the best mother, but you were a difficult child.”

  I didn’t realize I’d clenched my fist until Jeremy covered my hand with his. This was the way we were taking the conversation, huh? “I was the best child I could be. Especially under the circumstances.”

  “And you don’t think it was the same for me?” Her voice quivered. “This has been a horrible week. Dragstrip is having tummy issues and the vet visits have been just awful.” Dragstrip was her fucking dog. “He’s the only baby I have without grandchildren. And then you tell me you won’t work with me? I try so hard, Sonya. I don’t know why you hate me.”

  “I don’t hate you.” The reassurance slipped out and I winced.

  “It sounded like it.”

  “The point is, I’m going to take my book someplace else. You can’t buy the rights.”

  Mom made a tsk sound. “You’re making a big mistake.”

  “Then at least I did so because it was my decision.”

  “Give me the phone.” Jeremy’s low but firm voice caught my attention.

  I shook my head.

  He met my gaze. I had no idea what he was trying to convey, but I caved. I handed the phone over in the middle of my mother rambling about how irresponsible and immature I was being.

  “Ms. Russel,” Jeremy said. There was a long pause. “Ms. Russel. You have your answer… Her assistant… I don’t know why she wouldn’t have told you…”

  I couldn’t hear my mother’s replies, but I heard the way her voice fluctuated between shrill and calm.

  “Stop, please. You’re embarrassing yourself,” Jeremy said. “I don’t give a fuck who you are to anyone else. You’re no one to me. Sonya is at the center of my universe and I love her for her heart and mind. If you’re incapable of doing the same…”

  I barely heard anything else he said, because Jeremy’s I love her was ringing in my ears.

  “Sonya will call you if she needs to speak with you. Have a lovely day.” Jeremy hung up and set my phone on the table.

  It rang again almost immediately. He set it to Silent and turned it over to hide the screen. “I won’t apologize. You don’t deserve what she does to you, no matter who she is.”

  “Did you… You said…” I was focused on those three words.

  Jeremy kissed the back of my knuckles. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to say it to you first, not her.” He moved his palms to my cheeks and cradled my face in his hands. “I love you. For your mind, your heart, and your body. For the whole brilliantly sexy fucking package that’s you, and no one had better fuck with you.” He slanted his mouth over mine in a soft kiss that grew insistent in a blink, until he was devouring my gasp.

  I dug my fingers into his arms to ground myself. To remind myself this was real. To keep him from slipping away. When he broke the kiss, he searched my face. “I don’t want to hear excuses,” Jeremy said. “I don’t want you to tell me I’m wrong or I’m better off with someone else. I want you and him. I know it. I need you to believe it.”

  “I do believe it.” And I was tired of pretending otherwise. “And I love you too.”

  Quentin cleared his throat. “Me too. I love you too. Just because he got to it first doesn’t make me feel it any less.”

  I laughed, more to alleviate the huge bubble of stress and disbelief than out of amusement.

  Quentin pulled me to my feet, gripped my hips tightly, and brushed his mouth along my jaw. “Don’t leave me out of this.” His voice was quiet but there was power in his tone. “I’m not giving you up for anyone. I love you and I think I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

  “Me too.” I laughed at my own ridiculous response. Laughed through tears of disbelief and happiness and the confusion they were washing away. “I love you so very much.”

  Quentin picked me up, and I draped my arms around his neck, partly to balance me but mostly to hold onto him. I could get used to this kind of treatment.

  Who was I kidding? I was already one hundred percent addicted to both him and Jeremy.

  Quentin carried me into my bedroom and Jeremy followed. Quentin tugged up the bottom of my shirt, and pushed his hand back down.

  He looked at me, one eyebrow raised.

  “I think the two of you should get naked first,” I said. “Help each other out of your clothes.”

  Jeremy grinned. “In case I haven’t said so recently, I like the way you think.”

  “As long as everyone’s clothes come off, I don’t care.” Quentin turned his attention to Jeremy to roughly yank Jeremy’s shirt off.

  “Slow it down. It’s not a race.” I wanted some seduction in my show.

  Jeremy pushed Quentin’s shirt up, kissing along skin and tattoos as he worked.

  They helped each other out of their pants next, their cocks springing to attention. Quentin paused to stroke Jeremy until Jeremy’s hips swayed in time with the motion.

  Quentin pulled away and Jeremy gave him an exaggerated pout.

  Totally worth watching.

  But when they turned their attention back to me, the playfulness vanished in a hungry flurry of rough fingers on my skin and their mouths on my body.

  Jeremy pressed his front to mine, slid his hands to cup my ass, and pulled me into him. I molded myself to his form, his erection digging into my stomach.

  “On the bed, on your back,” he commanded as he nudged me back with his frame.

  I could be sassy and argue, but my anticipation was climbing and I wanted to see what happened next. I complied, loving the way both of them studied my naked, prone form.

  Jeremy forced my legs apart and knelt between. Starting at one ankle, he kissed his way up the inside of my leg, licked along my thigh, and completely ignored the source of my need as he traveled back down the other side.

  Quentin knelt next to us on the mattress and lowered his head to suck on one of my nipples and then the other as Jeremy traveled up my legs again.

  When Jeremy finally licked along my slit, a groan tore from my throat. He plunged his tongue inside me. Goddess, that felt incredible. But I wanted more. I tangled my fingers in his hair to guide his mouth higher.

  Quentin chuckled. “Now I know why we restrain you.”

  “It’s been a long few days. I deserve a little—”

  I cut myself off with a moan when Jeremy wrapped his mouth around my clit.

  “You really do deserve it.” Quentin resumed lavishing my breasts with attention.

  Jeremy licked and sucked, devouring my pussy as if I was a delicious delicacy. Combined with Quentin’s skilled touch, I was squirming and moaning in no time. Grinding against Jeremy’s face. Losing myself in the wash of pleasure that stole my thoughts. Fucking Hell these men could do incredible things with their tongues.

  Orgasm came out of nowhere, sideswiping me and pushing me into a long scream that left my voice raw.

  When Jeremy pulled away from my core, I collapsed on the bed with a breathless sigh.

  This was better than a book or a movie or shipping fictional characters. Not just the sex—though that was incredible—but all of it. In this moment, captured between the men I loved, nothing had ever felt more right. I didn’t know what I’d done to find such a wonderful thing twice over, but I couldn’t imagine my life without Jeremy and Quentin in it. Having them, loving them, was better than perfect.

  28

  Jeremy

  I’d lost hope that I could have something like this feeling that burned inside me when I looked at Sonya and Quentin. It was the kind of passion I’d expected with Jenni, but that had never manifested.

  It was here now and it was more intense than I thought possible.

  As I pulled away from a flushed and writhing Sonya, Quentin tugged me back into him and kissed me hard.

  Inspiration struck me. “I want you to fuck me while I fuck her,” I said to Quentin.

  His laugh of disbelief rolled through my back. “Pretty sure that’s not anatomically possible.”

  “I promise you it is.” And it was a lot of fun. “Do you trust me?”

  “More than I thought was possible to trust another person ever again.” Quentin’s reply clenched like a vise around my heart.

  I looked at Sonya. “What about you?”

  “You have to know I’m in.” Her smile was easy and bright.

  “I’d hate to assume.” I rested my hands on either side of her head, and she guided my cock inside her.

  The way her lips parted in a silent sigh was the perfect accompaniment to her slick walls wrapping around me. I hovered my mouth over hers, and swallowed her gasp when I slammed inside her again and again, to memorize how she felt.

  I pulled away enough to murmur against her skin, “Play with yourself. Make yourself come while I fuck you.”

  “I don’t orgasm on demand,” she teased.

  “Maybe something to teach you.” Quentin’s voice came from behind me.

  He spread my cheeks and I gasped when he slid a cool, lubed finger along my skin. When I was liberally slick, he entered me.

  This was better than I remembered. Then again, this entire situation was new. Sure, there was orgy sex back in the day, but this, with these two incredible people…

  No experience I had compared to the passion and desire flowing through us and connecting us.

  Quentin and I had a few misstarts before we found our rhythm, and then we built to a fast pounding. Sonya tilted back her head and stroked herself as the three of us fell into a delicious synchronicity.

  With the dual sensations enrobing me, it took the last of my restraint to not come. When Sonya spilled into climax, squeezing me tightly while Quentin moved inside me, I couldn’t hold back. Orgasm pushed its way out, filling her.

  With Quentin still hammering against me, my pleasure was drawn out, pushed to the limits of too much. He grunted and sounded as lost in the moment as I was. And then the entire room seemed to freeze.

  And then he let out a series of short grunts, rocking both Sonya and I when he came. Taking his time slowing to a stop.

  I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, catching our breath before we untangled ourselves long enough to clean up. But dressing and getting ready for the day seemed like too much effort. We fell back into Sonya’s bed, with her cradled between Quentin and I.

  “You know what the two of you should do?” Quentin asked.

  Lay here a bit longer and enjoy the lingering heat of some incredible sex?

  “I know Jeremy should make a habit of doing that thing with his tongue. To me.” Sonya’s voice was pounds lighter than when she woke up this morning.

  I loved her smile. Her light playful voice. So much of everything about her.

  “I’m up for that,” I said. “Or do you mean right now? Because I need a breather before I’m up for anything.”

  Quentin shook his head. “I did not mean right now, but I do think we should keep Sonya’s idea on tap.”

  “Trust me—it’s not one I’m forgetting, hmm… ever.” Sonya played with a strand of her hair, brushing it over her skin, and trailing it along her fingers in a lazy path.

  I was good with them discussing my oral skills on this scale. “You can have my tongue anywhere, anytime.” I leaned into Quentin. “Same goes for you.”

  He gripped my neck, startling me, and pressed a thumb lightly into the side. The way he crushed his mouth to mine and probed deeper with his tongue fuzzed my thoughts and made my cock twitch.

  When he let me go, a sigh floated from my chest. “You were saying?”

  I swore the way Quentin chuckled was his equivalent of I’m keeping that trick in mind, and I hoped he did.

  “You should make your own TV show, based on Sonya’s book,” Quentin said.

  The color rushed from Sonya’s face. “We can’t…”

  I liked the way Quentin was thinking, though. “Why not?”

  “Jeremy is already writing a screenplay.” Quentin sat up, excitement on his face. “There are fan films online that are TV quality, and the two of you have connections.”

  This was a fantastic idea. “We know digital animators, voice actors… So much of what we’ve done at work crosses into this.” I’d be bummed this wasn’t my idea, but I loved it too much to have any negative thoughts about it. “You put something together and then you start shopping a pilot around.”

  Sonya worried her bottom lip with her teeth. What was she thinking?

  “We,” she finally said.

  Huh? “As in oui oui? Is that a yes?”

  “As in, when we start shopping a pilot around.” She looked up, her smile peeking through again. “The books may be mine, but the TV show is ours, and yes, that’s a yes.”

  I let out a loud whoop and pulled Sonya into a long kiss. She was soft and pliant and having her this close made my blood hum. When I let her go, I turned to Quentin, and kissed him hard too. “That’s for the idea,” I said. “And really just because.”

  “Ah.” Sonya’s tone dropped. “I need to email Dominic and tell him I killed the contract with Epithet.”

  Now I had a brilliant idea. “Ask him if he can meet next week about this. Maybe he can act as our legal agent when we get back to negotiations again.”

  “Don’t go anywhere.” Quentin extracted himself from us. Watching him walk naked across Sonya’s room without any hesitation was a gorgeous sight. He had the kind of toned body and grace that people wrote poetry about. Maybe I should write poetry.

  He returned quickly and handed Sonya her phone.

  When she looked at the screen, her happy expression evaporated. “Mom only called once.”

  “Does it matter?” I understood Sonya couldn’t shed a lifetime of baggage in a few hours, but I wanted her to know it was okay to start.

  She looked at me, head cocked to the side, and the corner of her mouth tugged up. “I guess it doesn’t. Her reaction doesn’t change how I feel about all of this.”

  “I’m happy to screen her calls going forward, if you’d like,” I offered.

  “It’s okay, I can handle it.” She squeezed my hand. “Though I may hold on while I do so.”

  I squeezed back. “I’m always here for that.”

  “But not today. Today we work on our plans.” She muttered the occasional word as she sent Dominic an email, then dropped her phone on the comforter. “Sent.”

  Quentin tossed us each some clothing. Not a lot, but the T-shirts and shorts would keep our tender bits from getting too cold while we walked around the house.

  “Come on. I’ll make breakfast while you two make plans,” he said.

  In the kitchen, Sonya and I sat at the breakfast bar while Quenin cooked. We were coming up with a name for our project when Sonya’s phone rang.

  The clench of her jaw was obvious. Was it her mom?

  She looked at the screen and let out a tiny sigh. “It’s Dominic.” She set the phone back on the counter and answered it on Speaker. “Hello.”

  “I’m sorry to call on a Sunday, but I just got your email so I figured the timing was good.”

  “No worries.” Sonya sounded light and carefree.

  “I’m glad you killed the deal with Epithet,” Dominic said. “I wish you’d gone through me, but I’m more glad that it happened. You mentioned wanting to meet later this week. What about?”

  Sonya and I explained the idea to create the TV show ourselves.

  When we finished, Dominic chuckled.

  I didn’t like the sound of that. “Not at all the response we hoped for.”

  “It’s not that,” he said quickly. “I called because I spoke to Gabriel Groves. His goal is to attach his name to yours. It’s not about the money, it’s about his big return to Hollywood. And while normally I’d say that’s a skeevy and to steer clear, I think in this case it could work in your favor.”