Chapter Ten
Marco
Six Months Later
Candles?
Check.
Rose petals?
Check.
Ambient music?
Check.
And the most important thing…I pull the little velvet box out of my pocket and flick it open, revealing a pair of rings. One’s a dainty women’s engagement rings, a white gold band dotted with a constellation of tiny, glittering diamonds. The other is a simple men’s band in black zirconium with a gold stripe running through the middle.
Checkmate.
I know, legally, I can’t marry them, at least not yet, but we’re all in agreement that the official paper isn’t the important thing. We still want to be together forever, and I want to do something to show them that commitment.
And so, I’m asking them both to marry me. I’ve been planning it for weeks now, and finally got the house to myself to set my plan into motion. Russell had taken Sofia to drop her car off at the mechanics, so they’d be coming back home together any moment now.
Sofia and I had moved into Russell’s place about three months ago, and while merging three households had been complicated in ways I’d never expected, I’ve only fallen more and more in love with them both every single day.
I smile to myself and shut the box, tucking it back into my pocket. I hear a car coming. And with the way I’ve got things set up, I know I’m going to be springing them right as they walk in.
My heart leaps into my throat, and it’s probably beating at a comparable rate to a hummingbird’s. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, straightening my shirt and smoothing my hair a little. The lock turns and the door swings open, and I’m greeted by the breathtaking sight of both of my partners breezing through our door.
I love them so much it almost hurts.
They both look around immediately upon entering. I’ve scattered rose petals everywhere, and there are candles on almost every flat surface of the house. (Sofia’s cat, Emperor Skittles, is safely contained away from the flames in the guest room with an abundance of treats and all the catnip a stoner kitty could want.)
“What’s all this?” Sofia asks, stunned.
“A surprise,” I say with a little smile.
“Well, no shit, Sherlock, but what for?” Russell laughs.
“For this,” I say, pulling the ring box from my pocket and dropping down to one knee.
Sofia gasps and covers her mouth with her hands.
“Sofia Antonio Reyes,” I begin, and she laughs, tears welling in her eyes “Russell Allen Gray…will you two marry me?”
“Yes!” Sofia bursts out the moment I’ve finished the sentence, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Yes, of course!”
I slip her ring onto her finger, then look at Russell, who seems to be a bit dazed. “Russ?” I pluck the ring from its little velvet cushion, holding it out to him, “What do you say?”
“I never expected to be asked this question,” he admits, and I can hear a little crack in his voice.
He blinks rapidly, eyes bright. “I always thought I’d be the one doing the asking.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” I say with a grin, “Is that a yes?”
“Of course it is, stupid.”
He kisses me as I’m sliding the ring onto his finger. And it doesn’t take much before things heat up, and not from the candle flames.
Even after the time we’ve been together, the fire between the three of us hasn’t gone out. Hasn’t even dimmed. If anything, there’s more logs getting tossed onto the blaze every day. I can’t get enough of them.
We’ve christened every single room in Russell’s house, most more than once, but the living room has become a favorite. We’ve found some pretty creative ways to bend each other over the armrests to get into optimal positions.
But this time, we strip and take it straight to the floor. Sofia straddles me, impaling herself on my rock-hard shaft without preamble. She’s on birth control, so condoms have become a thing of the past, to my delight. There’s nothing better than the feeling of a good, raw fuck.
Her pussy’s already soaking wet, and the slide is an easy one. But even so, Russell grabs a strategically placed bottle of lube before he kneels behind her and slathers some onto his cock.
I know exactly what’s coming; it’s become our new favorite way to fuck. I love him inside me, I love being inside him, but our favorite place to be is side-by-side buried in Sofia’s cunt.
It’s both insanely erotic and sweetly sensual. Both of us filling our girl, together, and the added pleasure of his cock rubbing against mine as we pound her.
And it feels like the perfect way to consummate our new engagement. All of us, connected, body and soul.
We drive into her in unison, then alternating thrusts, and she screams in bone-shaking ecstasy as we make her cum over and over again.
And I can feel her building towards another orgasm as my own approaches. Russell’s breathing is ragged and I’ve learned his body well enough to know that he’s close, too, and I try my best to time it just right so that all three of us hit the brink at once.
And if it’s not exact, it’s within milliseconds.
Afterwards, as we’re laying in a tangled heap, panting and trying to catch our breath, we bask in a comfortable silence until suddenly, Russell blurts out: “Wait a second, I thought Antonio was your middle name, Marco.”
For a moment, I wonder what the hell he’s talking about until I remember the little joke I’d sprinkled into my proposal. Sofia and I exchange a look and just burst into helpless peals of laughter.
“He lost it to me in a game,” Sofia jokes when her giggles have calmed enough to let her speak, “But I guess now that you’re giving me your last name, you can have it back.”
I snort. “I can live with that trade.”
Russell looks at us in confused amusement. “You two are weirdos.”
“Yep, but we’re your weirdos,” Sofia says fondly.
“Damn straight,” he says, planting a loud, smacking kiss on her lips, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”