Up To You
The scent of coffee and bacon drifts through the air as I step downstairs, my wet hair cool against my back. My heartbeat is uneven, my body still humming with the ghost of Jake’s touch, the way his mouth had felt against mine.
I stop at the threshold of the kitchen, my stomach twisting. Jake, Aiden, and Zaid are gathered around the island, drinking coffee and making a late breakfast. Jake leans against the counter, his sleeves rolled up, his fingers wrapped around a black mug. Aiden is flipping eggs in a pan while Zaid sits on the barstool, scrolling through his phone.
They look so normal, so completely unaware of the way my heart beats for the three of
them.
My body heats as I think of the way Jake feasted on my pussy, on the way I woke up Aiden by riding his cock, and the way Zaid is teasing me and teaching me new things in the most delicious ways.
They’re driving me crazy, making me someone I never thought I’d be.
Then Jake looks up.
His dark eyes meet mine, and for a single, stretched–out second, everything slows. His brow lifts slightly, but there’s no smirk, no teasing. But he has to know how something so simple as his gaze affects me.
My skin burns with shame, with the weight of what just happened upstairs, and I force myself to keep walking as if nothing is wrong.
Jake pushes off the counter and sets his mug down. “I have to head into the office today.”
Aiden frowns, flipping the stove off. “It’s Christmas Eve. Besides, when’s the last time you
even went to the office?”
Jake hesitates, rolling his shoulders before answering. “My CFO died of a heart attack last night. There’s a lot to sign off on, and I need to be there to make sure things will still happen according to plan.”
Aiden’s frown deepens, but I can see the shock that crosses through his features. Zaid only looks up from his phone, focusing on his father’s expression.
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Up To You
I clear my throat, pushing past the tightness in my chest. “I’m really sorry, Jake.”
Jake’s lips twitch in something that isn’t quite a smile, and before I can react, his fingers brush against mine. It’s quick, barely there, but the heat of it is unmistakable. He leaves before anyone can notice, his footsteps disappearing down the hall.
It only takes a few seconds before I am completely aware that I am alone with Zaid and Aiden.
Silence stretches. I take a breath, trying to gather myself, but before I can fully steady my thoughts, Zaid moves.
He strides toward me, his dark eyes locked onto mine. The moment I am within reach, his lips claim mine in a slow, deep kiss. A soft gasp escapes me, and his hands slide down my back, grip my ass and pull me closer. His mouth is warm, his kiss unhurried yet possessive.
He pushes against me until my back hits the counter, and I’m running out of oxygen.
By the time he pulls back, I’m breathless, my cheeks burning.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. He presses a soft kiss to my neck and I blink from the shock of his touch.
I barely have time to register the smirk on his lips before Aiden tugs me toward him, turning me in his arms. He kisses me next, slow and deep, his lips softer but just as devastating. His fingers tilt my chin up, deepening it for just a second before he pulls
away.
“Good morning,” he echoes, his grin widening as he leans down to press a quick kiss to
the tip of my nose.
My head spins. I stare between them, my heart hammering, heat creeping up my neck.
I thought… I thought these would be two separate things. Two different relationships.
But the way they’re looking at me, the way they’re treating me, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case at all.
The words slip out before I can stop them. “What are we?”
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Up To You
Aiden’s grin deepens, his hazel eyes flicking toward Zaid, who only lifts an eyebrow in response as he takes a sip from his coffee. Neither of them answers immediately, and I scoff. “Hello?”
Aiden shrugs. “We can be whatever you want us to be.”
That answer only pisses me off more. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Zaid is watching me with an unreadable expression. The only indication that he is listening is the twitch in his jaw. “Maybe you can start this conversation by telling us exactly what it is that is making you uncomfortable.”
I blow out a steady stream of air. “I thought I was in a relationship with Aiden.”
Zaid stiffens.
“And a relationship with you.”
He only narrows his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders remains. Aiden watches me with a much more relaxed posture, ignoring his eggs that are still in the pan on the stove.
“I just didn’t think they would mesh,” I force out.
Aiden frowns. “Does it bother you?”
I think about that. “I don’t know. It’s just new. Unexpected.”
Aiden and Zaid look at each other like they’re having a secret conversation in their heads. When did they get so close again? Their expressions shoot off an awareness inside me.
“Wait. Have you guys- have you guys shared a girlfriend before?”
Aiden shakes his head. “Girlfriend, no.”
The clarification makes me tense.
“Sex? That’s another matter,” Zaid adds, taking a sip of his coffee like he didn’t just admit to having threesomes with his brother.
My mouth drops open. “What?”
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3:30 pm
Up To You
Aiden gives me a lazy smile. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before?”
My insides turn so hot that I feel like I am boiling from the inside out. I shake my head.
Zaid quirks an eyebrow. “Really?”
I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight. All I see in my head are Zaid and Aiden, both. Naked. Touching me, licking me-
“She’s thinking about it right now,” Aiden smiles.
I press my legs together. Nope. Nope. Today and tonight I am practicing celibacy. I do not think my body can endure another orgasm so soon.
Zaid stands from his stool. “We like you, Alina. Both of us.”
My chest heaves, and he walks toward me.
“You want us to keep this separate? We will.”
I look at Aiden, who is nodding his agreement.
“But imagine how good it would feel to be fucked by us both at the same time.”
I moan, and he smiles, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“All of this is up to you, love. You.”
I nod absentmindedly. He kisses me softly, his hands gripping my waist.
