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Blazing
A Billionaire Boys novel
Henley Maverick
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1. Olive
2. Julian
3. Milo
4. Olive
5. Julian
6. Olive
7. Milo
8. Olive
9. Milo
10. Julian
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1
Olive
Mmmmm.
Mind-blowing.
That was how she would describe it, her senses going into overload, unable to contain the excitement any longer. Honestly, she had no idea why threesomes were considered to be a taboo, or why people didn’t talk about them more often.
It was still sex.
Actually, it was better than that; it was far better than anything she experienced with one man. This was double the pleasure and double the fun, unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and she wanted to revel in every minute of it.
Two men.
Yes, she’d definitely hit the jackpot there, and she had no regrets about it, nor did she feel like apologizing for it. In any case, it wasn’t anyone’s goddamn business what she chooses to do with her body, or who she chooses to do it with.
As long as they were all consenting adults, she really didn’t see the point in stopping. Especially not when they were both okay with it. So what if she was in love with two men at the same time?
It could happen.
It wasn’t that unusual, and it was only fair that she would want to explore things with both of them. Honestly, she’d been a bit apprehensive about having them both over at the same time, exploring that side of herself, wild and kinky, but the second she saw them, she knew.
This was exactly what she wanted.
The last few weeks had been surreal, with all the images blurring together, a tangle of limbs and tongues, bodies slapping against each other, eliciting different reactions.
Right now, she had her elbows on either side of the bed, propping herself up with Julian underneath her, his mouth atop her breasts, sucking and licking till they were hard as pebbles.
He was on his back, on the edge of the bed, his legs draped over the side, his hips moving slowly, rhythmically, trying to find the right spot to please her, his brown eyes dark and full of hunger.
Behind her, Milo was pleasuring himself, the sound of his grunts feeling her ears till she reached behind and tugged his hand forward, leaning forward, so her ass was hanging in the air.
Getting the hint, Milo wrapped his arms around her and entered her from behind, waiting, so she could adjust to the two of them penetrating her at the same time.
She stilled, her entire body seizing up, an attempt at figuring out what was happening, a plethora of senses washing over her all at once. She gasped as Milo moved behind her, easing himself out then thrusting back in.
Damn.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let her body dip forward, offering herself up to the two of them, allowing herself to be as loud as she wanted, knowing how much they enjoyed it.
Julian tugged on her nipples, pulling hard, his hand coming up around her hips and squeezing. Milo held the other breast in his hand, kneading and twirling, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Olive frowned, the slight gasp sounding unfamiliar to her ears. One eye peeked open, and she reeled back, surprised to find Indiana standing at the foot of the door, staring at her as if she’d grown three heads.
Holy shit.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, not like this at least. What was Indiana even doing there? She was supposed to be with Hyatt, trying to see if they could patch things up.
Fuck.
She probably came over to talk about that and, if the look on her face was anything go by, this wasn’t what she expected. Indiana’s mouth was parted slightly, and her eyes were as wide as saucers, all the blood draining from her face.
By all accounts, it looked like she saw a ghost.
Laughter bubbled up in Olive’s chest, the absurdity of the situation striking as she realized that here she was, having sex with two men at the same time while her best friend stood a few feet away, aghast and horrified.
Granted, it wasn’t the kind of reaction she’d hoped for, but she couldn’t exactly blame her. Not when there were a lot of negative connotations regarding threesomes. Olive herself was guilty of the same line of thinking, believing, at the time, that it was going a little overboard.
Obviously, her opinion had completely changed, and so had her relationship with the two completely different men, each of whom she was attracted to differently, but it went deeper than that, their feelings for each other genuine and real.
What more could she possibly want?
She stared at Indiana across the room, willing her to understand, but she didn’t seem to be getting the message, standing in the same position, time halted as she watched this side of Olive she didn’t know.
Olive shifted, considering what she should say, but the words were chased away, buried under a thick fog of desire as Julian and Milo continued, unaware of her own inner turmoil.
That, or they didn’t care.
And based on their reactions, she would say it’s the latter rather than the former because her attention was divided, distracted as she was by the sight of Indiana, a myriad of emotions playing out across her face.
There was nothing wrong with what they were doing.
After all, they genuinely loved each other and had no problems with their current arraignment, so why did everyone else get a say in it? It was no one’s business, least of all Indi’s, and if she had a problem with it then that was on her.
Besides, she should be supportive and understanding, not judgmental and critical. Olive frowned, her eyebrows knitted together as she saw Indiana take a step backward, a small squeak escaping her lips as she took off, tearing through the house like a raccoon.
“Maybe I should go after her,” Olive mused, staring down at Julian.
He shook his head. “I don’t want to stop. You’re so wet.”
“And so tight,” Milo commented, resting his head against the back of her neck.
With the two of them making such a compelling argument, she sighed and allowed herself to enjoy it, pushing all thoughts of Indiana aside.
She could deal with it later.
As soon as she was done here, with more pressing matters. Sensing her train of thought, Milo picked up the pace, slamming into her from behind while Julian slowed down, the contrast doing weird yet delicious things to her senses.
Every nerve end was heightened, amplified, making her feel incredibly alive and electric, like nothing else existed in that moment save for the three of them, moving in sync, eliciting reactions from each other.
Her body began to tremble, shaking until she panted, sweat breaking out across her face, and she collapsed forward, Julian’s arms coming up to encase her, brushing the hair gently out of her eyes.
His own release followed, so he pulled out, sliding backwards until his back hit the headboard, moving her along w
ith him. She felt Milo shift behind her, and she forced her eyes open, turning to face him, a smirk hovering on the edge of her lips.
“I see someone is greedy today,” Olive teased, glancing down at Milo’s erect form. He smiled and reached for her, pressing his lips to hers for a searing kiss, full of intent and desire.
She responded by dropping her hand between them, running it over the smooth length of his shaft then back up before she twirled, enjoying the soft little grunts he was making.
Behind her, she felt Julian move, his legs coming up around her, his hands going to the delicate muscles at the base of her neck and pressing hard, trying to rid her of some of the tension.
Olive wrenched her lips away from Milo’s and dropped to her knees, her arms coming up on either side of his hips, her nails digging into the sensitive flesh. Julian’s hands continued down her back, kneading the flesh there.
She shot Milo a quick look before she parted her lips and allowed her tongue to dart out and lick him, smiling as she noticed his immediate reaction. All at once, she took him into her, as far as he would go, and his fingers threaded themselves through her hair, yanking hard.
Her eyes watered, but she continued, glancing up to see that his eyes were screwed shut, his head tilted back slightly and pleasure etched onto his features, completely lost in the moment.
His hips moved over their own accord, bucking gently as she twirled her tongue and sucked, running her hands over the length of his back then back down, lightly tracing the curve of his ass.
Milo let out a strangled cry before he went limp, and she drew back, licking her lips suggestively. He collapsed next to her, his chest heaving with effort, and she used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, crawling in between both men.
Olive curled around Julian wrapping her arms behind him while he placed soft kisses along her arm, the fine hairs on her arm rising to attention. The bed shift and creaked as Milo molded himself, pressing his body against her back, hard and muscular.
Bliss.
She let out a soft sigh, a thought niggling in the back of her mind which she continued to push away. There was something important she needed to remember, but with her body thrumming with electricity, deeply satiated, and the two men she loved wrapped around her, forming a cocoon, she was hard pressed to remember what it was exactly.
Julian pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist, and Milo to the base of her neck, wedging even closer, so there wasn’t an inch of space between them, a mass of tangled limbs and sweat.
Suddenly, Olive sat up in bed, her heart pounding as she remembered what it was. Quickly, she crawled to the edge and hopped off, looking for her clothes. On her hands and knees, she managed to find her jeans, her underwear and her top, but no sign of her bra.
No matter.
“What’s wrong?” Julian asked, concerned.
“I need to go find Indiana and explain,” Olive replied, distractedly. “But you’re both welcome to stay till I get back.”
“Do you need me to drop you offer somewhere?” Milo inquired, sitting up, one hand pressed behind his back, and the other lying limply at his side. The two of them were handsome beyond belief, and she couldn’t believe she was about to leave her warm bed, with the two of them in it, to chase after Indiana.
But she was her best friend after all, and she needed to explain.
Well, not explain but elaborate.
Indiana deserved that much at least. Olive had no idea what she would do if Indiana reacted badly after she had time to process, but she was determined to cross that bridge when she got there, one problem at a time.
“No, it’s okay. I think it would be better if it was just me,” Olive pointed out. Fully dressed, she crawled across the bed and gave each of them a long lingering kiss, wishing she didn’t have to rush out like this.
With any luck, they would still be here when she got back.
She grabbed her keys and phone off the counter by the door and raced out, her hair flying behind her, hoping Indiana hadn’t gotten too far. It had only been a few minutes.
Luckily, she found Indiana’s car still parked, but her friend was nowhere to be seen. She pressed her face to the glass, disappointed when she didn’t find her. Up ahead, she saw a familiar head of hair and sprinted, calling out at the top of her lungs.
2
Julian
Last night was interesting to say the least.
To say that he was expecting events to unfold that way was the understatement of the century. He had no idea things were going to happen that way, and honestly, he wasn’t sure he would’ve been okay with it if he did know ahead of time.
Yes, he was adventurous when it came to sex, willing to try anything at least once, but the idea of ménage a trois had never crossed his mind, not with any other guy in any case.
Like most guys, he’d pictured it being with two women, with himself in the middle, the center of attention, getting to be front and center in his very own porno.
Just the thought of that made him horny again, and he shifted uncomfortably, glancing down the line ahead of him, wishing it would move just a little bit faster. Sure, the place made the best coffee, hands down, but he wished everyone else hadn’t discovered it.
Up until recently, it had been his own find, a place no one else knew about that made a mean cup of coffee, and the best chili cheese fries he’d ever tasted. Naturally, it became his go to place, and he stopped by at least four times a week, officially making it his regular hang out.
As a hedge fund manager, he’d say, with absolute certainty, that his life tended to follow a specific routine, a pattern of sorts, making it dull and taking the fun out of things, at least for the most part.
Finding this coffeehouse had been the first step towards spicing things up.
The second was his hot night with Olive, and her special friend.
The most exciting thing Julian had ever done was pool all their finances into a risky business endeavor that looked like it wouldn’t pan out. He remembered that particular moment like it was yesterday, his heart had pounded against his chest, marching to the rhythm of its own drum, his palms had been incredibly sweaty even when he wiped them on the back of his jeans several times.
Even the investors had been anxious, getting up every so often to peer over his shoulder, breathing down his neck, quite literally, and he’d cursed himself to the wind, praying to whoever was listening that it worked out.
In the end, it ended up resolving itself, with the profit being double the amount he predicted and no risk factor whatsoever. Granted, it was largely due to his instincts and knowing exactly where to invest the money, but it didn’t make him any less thankful.
When it came to hedge funds, all bets were off, and it made retribution that much harder due to the limited number of investors. In any case, he had no desire to piss anyone off or make enemies out of powerful people, so he was incredibly careful with their money, handling it with as much finesse and delicacy as he could.
“Yo, Banner, where’s my coffee?” Aiden complained, waving his hands about from their table in the corner.
Julian rolled his eyes and gestured to the line in front of him. “As you can see, I’m held up.”
He and Aiden had been best friends since college when a fluke ended up pairing them together, and they discovered a shared affinity for fantasy shows and video games. Since then, they never looked back, making it a point to catch up whenever they could in spite of their incredibly busy lives.
Aiden even know about his…situation with Olive.
Naturally, he hadn’t expected to be in that position with the other man so soon, in fact he’d put off thinking about it, preferring to think instead of the woman at the center of it all, a vixen in every sense of the word.
Olive Anderson really was something else, and he had no intention of letting her go, even though the dynamic did prove to be a little different from what he was used to. All the better for him.
Frankly, if it wer
e any other woman, he doubted he would’ve stuck around that long, but she did have some kind of hold over him, a powerful spell he couldn’t seem to break, nor did he want to.
After all, she’d been fairly honest from the start, not bothering to hide her interest in both of them, even when it clashed, and he had to hand it to her. She had guts, more so than anyone else he knew.
Finally, the line ahead of him began moving, and people shuffled forward, eager for their caffeine fix. Before long, it was his turn, and he rattled off the same order, adding two doughnuts to the mix before he spun around and weaved in and out of people, making a beeline for the table.
“Julian, is that you?” Aiden asked, squinting. “It’s been so long. What happened to you? The search party never found you.”
Julian rolled his eyes. “Did they at least find you a sense of humor while they were searching? You’re in desperate need of one.”
“No, it’s right next to where your balls are,” Aiden retorted, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on the chair behind him. “Maybe if we find that first.”
“How was your date last night?” Julian asked, ignoring the comment altogether. He knew what Aiden was trying to do, dangling the bait like that and hoping Julian would bite, but he didn’t get to where he was in life without a boatload of patience and learning to strike while the iron was hot.
Right now, it was lukewarm.
“Forget my date.” Aiden waved the comment away. “What the hell happened to you? With the hot redhead?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Julian muttered.
“What, did you have some kind of threesome or something?”
Julian nodded. “Pretty much.”
Aiden’s mouth fell open. “Shit, man. For real? I need to hear all the details. What did the other woman look like?”
Julian exhaled. “It wasn’t another woman.”
“Shit. It was a dude?”