Embracing the Fall (22 page)

Across the sea of swaying thrusting bodies, Evan and Gage made eye contact, and the
signal was clear. It was time. Evan hit the switch on high for each of the girls’
toys, just as Gage wrapped an arm around Zoe and motioned for them to follow. As soon
as Gage and the women got to the table, Evan swiped his credit card through the mechanism
in the middle of it. The table he had chosen came with the privacy option. From the
floor rose a Plexiglas half-circle around them that sealed them off from the rest
of the room. With a wall at their backs and a half-circle of glass surrounding them,
the sudden quiet was almost jarring. As soon as the hollow glass reached the ceiling
it filled with a swirling mist and colored lights. It didn’t offer complete privacy,
the mist was in constant motion that allowed glimpses in and out, and Evan figured
it was the perfect test to see how his ladies responded to exhibition.

“Wow.” Cami’s voice was delighted and she rushed over to touch and explore, while
Z just watched him with an expectant expression on her face.

“The question I gotta ask,” Gage said, his accent thicker with arousal, “is are we
gonna do this on the table or against the glass?”

“Why not both?” Evan retorted, and dragged Z up against his body and kissed her like
it was the first time. His hand reach under her skirt, and his fingers arrowed into
her to remove the egg that he’d used to drive her insane tonight. Once he got it out,
he had enough brain cells left to remember to put it in his pocket rather than let
it drop to the floor.

Then he reached out blindly with his free hand for Cami. She came to him with a whimper
as he cupped her on the back of her head and brought her mouth to where he was still
kissing Ziporah. He pressed the women’s cheeks close together and kissed them both
at the same time, all three tongues tangling and lapping as breaths and sighs mingled.

“Oh, darlin’,” Evan heard Gage say, “I got a mind to make this fast and hard, so I
can get you home and then do it long and slow.” Evan pulled back from the kiss and
using his grip on Cami, turned her and urged her to bend over the table. Once she
was there his hands slipped up between her thighs and he retrieved her toy after first
playing and probing, until she cried out for him. She was gasping by the time he was
done and Evan knew it was just as much from watching Gage thundering into his wife
against the Plexiglas as it was from him playing with her.

The table wasn’t as tall as a hightop and Evan gauged that it was about perfect for
what he had in mind. Cami was already bent over and spread out before him, her skirt
flipped up out of the way and that juicy plump ass begging for a good pounding. “C’mere,
sugar.” Evan gripped Ziporah around her waist and lifted her onto the table over Cami.
He helped her adjust on hands and knees, shifting and moving her until her weight
was braced so that she wouldn’t crush the other woman and her ass was lined up right
on top of Cami’s.

“Now there’s a pretty sight,” Gage said, having picked up Zoe and flipped her around.
She was now bent over the other side of the table, watching the three of them as her
Dom positioned himself behind her.

“You should see it from my view,” Evan replied reverently. His hands were playing
in the flesh he had lined up for his pleasure, making sure each woman was primed and
ready for this. “Ladies, I need to hear your safe word,” he told them as a signal
to let them know it was on and there was no going back from here.

“T – T Rex.” Ziporah’s voice was tremulous and aroused.

“T Rex.” Cami’s voice was equally aroused but there was a recklessness to it, a wild
note that let him know having Gage and Zoe there was working for her. Big time.

Ziporah was in the perfect position for him when he stood to his full height, with
Cami he had to bend his knees in order to reach her. So that’s what he did first,
with one hand on Cami’s hip, he used his other to position his cock and slid inside
his sweet brat with a groan. Once he was flush against that pillowy ass, he used his
free hand to slide and play in Z’s dripping cunt.

He plunged in and out of Cami’s sweet pussy with his shaft, while he did the same
to Ziporah’s with his fingers. As Cami soaked his lap in her juices Ziporah soaked
his hand and the aroma of them was intoxicating. The feel, the smell, the taste of
these two women had become the baseline of his life. Fucking them, talking with them,
just being with them and breathing the same air had become vital to his survival.

As the mist and colors that flashed in the glass surrounding them illuminated the
scene, Evan came to startling revelation.
He loved them
. He loved everything about them. He loved Cami’s creative and artistic heart just
as much as he loved Ziporah’s honorable and driven one. Their bodies, their minds,
their flaws and their quirks, all of that and more combined to enslave him. As the
beautiful truth of that settled into his soul with certainty, it brought him something
he had not expected. It brought him peace.

Evan pulled out of Cami just as her first orgasm finished tearing through her walls
and shifted to slam into Z. That first hard thrust sent Z catapulting into her own
climax, and Evan had to freeze and grit his teeth to keep from joining her. Once the
rhythmic clutching of her cunt had passed, he started thrusting hard and fast while
he slipped a hand underneath to play with Cami.

“Never want to stop ladies,” Evan told them fervently. “Never going to stop. You’re
mine.” Evan reached out his free hand to fist Z’s hair and pulled her head back in
an arch. “You hear that, sugar? You’re mine. You both are, you belong to me.”

“Yes!” Ziporah screamed as another climax erupted within her.

“And I’m never–” Evan gave her one last hard thrust then pulled out and slammed into
Cami. “Ever–” Out again and back into Z. “Going to–” Once more with a brutal thrust,
he was back inside Cami. “Let. You. Go.” With a sound that was unlike any he had ever
made before, Evan pulled out, fisted himself and detonated. He watched as he stroked,
and each fiery pulse of his release was a brand that splashed in white hot rivulets
on the still quivering asses of the women he loved. It thrilled a deep primal part
of him to mark them so carnally, each stream an insignia of ownership and a declaration
of devotion.

Even the guttural shouts of Gage coming and the delighted squeals of Zoe following
close on his heels didn’t draw his attention from his ladies. In this moment, he didn’t
think anything short of World War III would have managed to do that.

“Z, I think we need to talk.” Cami was dressed in her favorite lounge around the house
lazy clothes, which consisted of her sweatpants that said juicy on the butt, a sports
bra and a baggy ancient sweatshirt. From her seat curled up on the couch, she faced
her best friend with a ball of fear lodged in her throat.

“Sure honey.” Ziporah answered and turned off the television before setting the remote
back down and turning to face her. “What is it? What you need?” Cami smiled a little.
That was Z, Cami said she had a need and Z was there to fill it. That was a street
that went both ways and they both knew it, but at times like this, it still had the
power to choke her up and bring tears to her eyes.

“It’s Evan,” Cami began, “I think we need to talk about Evan and the three of us.”
Z was nodding, and Cami wasn’t even surprised to see that, as usual they were on the
same page. “This is bigger and, I don’t know, more I guess is the word I would use,
than I thought it was going to be. This was supposed to be a fling. A couple of fun
sessions with a hot Dom to break me in and get me started.” Cami felt her eyes well
up with tears as she looked Ziporah head-on and confessed.” But it’s more, it’s so
much more, Z. I think I love him.”

“Oh, Cami.” Ziporah’s eyes filled with tears too, and the two of them reached toward
each other and held hands across the cushion that separated them. “I think I knew
that already.” Her voice dropped to a whisper and her bottom lip quivered. “I think
I was afraid of that, because I do, too.” Cami felt her shoulders wilt in relief.

“Oh thank God!” Cami gushed as her fears melted away.

“What you mean? I was afraid you’d be mad.” Z looked more than a little confused.

“Mad? Why on earth would I be mad?” Cami asked truly baffled. “This is perfect.”

“Perfect? How can you say that? We’re both in love with the same man.” Z sounded incredulous
now.

“Don’t you see? Now we can all stay together, we can be like this forever. We can
make this work, we won’t have to ever be apart. Don’t you want that? Hasn’t this been
better than we ever thought it would be?”

“Yes, yes it has. But can we do this for the long haul? What about marriage? And what
about kids? We both want kids. How are we going to do this? Really, how could we possibly
make this work?”

Cami scooted closer until she could wrap her arms around Z and hold her tight. She
didn’t have all the answers, and she wasn’t going to pretend like she did, or like
this was going to be easy. But she knew if the two of them stuck together, they always
got what they wanted. And, thank God, they both wanted Evan. So, she hoped for his
sake he loved them back, because they were keeping him. “I don’t know, sugar,” Cami
teased, using Evan’s pet name for her, “but we can make it work. If Cade, Trevor and
Riley can make it work, then so can we.”

“So, how are we going to break the news to Evan that he’s stuck with us? You wanna
tie him up in the sex cave and not let them out until he agrees to let us keep him?”
Cami laughed at the ornery note in Z’s voice.

“See?” Cami said with a chuckle.” This is why I don’t understand how come I’m the
brat and you’re the sugar.”

“So you see, that’s how Pac-West Distributions is really the only choice for you to
make.” Evan watched as Mark smiled and spread his hands with a slight tilt of his
head, while the board members clapped politely at the end of his presentation. He
kept his applause to himself. There was nothing he could find wrong with this man’s
company or his offer, but Evan was still reluctant.

His reluctance stemmed from his own personal bias, though, so he didn’t think he would
be able to hold out much longer. The stockholders and the board members were really
pushing for this merger and Evan’s gut didn’t hold a candle to the bottom line.

“That was a good show,” Evan told the other man once the board members had filed out.
“You have strong numbers, a good reputation and a solid marketing plan behind you.”

“We do.” Mark told him in a strong and confident voice. “I know there are two others
still in the running and I just want to tell you our company is prepared to do what
it takes to get this done. Tell you what, why don’t you and I meet for drinks this
weekend and talk it over? You can tell me what is keeping those other two in the running,
and I’ll tell you how I can deliver above and beyond them.” Evan nodded reluctantly.
“Sure. I’ll text you the address to this little tavern I like and we can meet there
on Friday night.”