The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

My quiet, studious looking neighbor built custom, high-end BDSM furniture.

“And I had plans for you. This,” his gaze swept over my nude form, “is way ahead of my schedule.”

But nerves made my voice go uneven. “I like,” I rasped, “how you’re watching.” I had nothing to be nervous about because my confession earned me the biggest grin I’d seen yet from him. If I’d had any air left in my lungs, his gorgeous smile would have taken it all.

His kiss was hot and dominating. In its wake, some far off voice in my head began to whisper. It warned me if I wanted to keep Clay, it was better not to get too close. Don’t let him in. I worried it was already too late.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted. “Being with you wasn’t a mistake. I still feel your kiss, and it’s burning me up inside.”

I stared at him through my hazy eyes as Clay’s tongue painted pleasure between my legs. “Fuck,” Travis growled. “That’s so sexy.”

“You like watching him go down on me?” The tongue between my legs hesitated. Clay wanted to hear the answer. “I want to watch him fuck you.”

“Please.” His voice was unsure. “Please do it. I want to see you fuck her and make her come.”

“Goddamnit, please, Clay. I’m begging you. Show me how it is when you’re with her.” He gave up fighting whatever was holding him back, and his voice went thick with need. “I want to see your cock slide inside her tight, little pussy. I want to find out if her moans are the same as when I’m the one fucking her.”

“Make her come . . . and you can only use your mouth to do it.” Oh, my God.

“You want to share her with me?” Clay found his confidence again, and it built with each word. “Then, let’s share everything.”

“This is what you want?” he asked. “Me to clean up after him?” I didn’t know if this was a turn-on for the men, but for me? Fucking yes. Not just because I’d get an orgasm, but the idea of it . . . It was so dirty and hot, I couldn’t catch my breath. So, I swallowed thickly, gave him a shy smile, and bobbed my head.

He stared at me bound to the table he’d built, and watched as another man feasted on the pussy he’d just fucked.

“You like this?” His question wasn’t for me—it was for the other man, and his tone was sinful. “Do you like how I’m licking the taste of you from her pussy?”

Clay wasn’t the one in control of the scene anymore, and Travis didn’t just know it—he relished it.

“Is it weird for you? Being with me while I’m also with him?” “I didn’t think I’d like it. I mean, I’m not supposed to, right? Guys aren’t really known for sharing.” The sound of the loud bar faded as I focused on him. “But I don’t mind it, Lilith, especially now that the rules are gone. It’s like you said. I really like what we have.”

“Clay and I both can give you pleasure, but we do it in different ways. He does things you need, things I don’t know if I could do—at least not on my own yet.” His focus returned to me. “And I get how pain can be a release. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy what we do. I love the power exchange when we’re in a scene, but I’m still dealing with my hang-ups when it comes to inflicting pain. Even when it’s clearly what you want.” He adjusted so he stood tall, took another swig of his beer, and his expression clouded over. “I struggle whenever I see suffering.”

Travis: Do you want to see Lilith ride this?

Clay: I’d rather watch her riding something else. Like your dick.

It was what I’d been craving for so long. Domination by my men together.

“Do you want to share her with me like that? Because I want to fuck her while my dick’s rubbing against yours and feel like I’m fucking you both.”

“I want to make her come on us, Travis, and then . . . I want to know what it feels like when you come inside her.”

“It’s such a tight fit, Travis.” Clay’s tone was seductive. “I feel every goddamn inch of you, and you feel so . . . fucking . . . good.”

We could become a throuple. Not an open relationship, but three people committed to each other through sex, support, trust, and love.

“You’re the architect of this relationship, Clay. You built this, the three of us together. You’re so good at turning everything you make into working art. I can’t wait to see what we become.”

Sure, no matter how much planning and designing Clay did, we wouldn’t know what the future held for us, but I wasn’t scared. Our hearts were big enough for the three of us.