For several moments after Grayson’s puzzling outburst then abrupt exit, Amberleigh and Leo were quiet. Both trying to process what had just occurred and what their friend was thinking. Was Grayson feeling guilt over their threesome? Guilt that he’d tasted Amber while Leo was asleep and had intended to fuck her after?
Amber pulled her body from Leo’s and sighed.
“Do you want to go talk to him or should I?”
“You can Love. And I’ll make us some breakfast.”
Amber raised a brow, “You think he’ll listen to me?”
“I think you have a better chance getting him to talk than I do Love.”
Amber didn’t know if she agreed, but she was willing to give it a shot. Leo was the one who could usually get the tight-lipped billionaire to open up. But Amber figured she’d made some progress lately with the father of her child.
She gave Leo a kiss, “Wish me luck. And cook us something with meat. Need to replenish after last night.”
“Of course they’ll be meat. What kind of man do you think I am?” he grinned.
“Mine,” she answered huskily.
She slipped off the bed with a smile. As Amber searched the floor in hopes to find a pair of house shoes against the cold marble, she felt Leo’s hand on her shoulder. His kiss was gentle against her cheek.
“Are you okay Love? After what happened with him?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“He got a bit rough. I just wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you.”
Amber gave her kind hearted man a sweet kiss. His heart was so big and he felt all the emotions of those around him. Tried to fix the aches and hurts and make it better.
“He didn’t hurt me, babe. I encouraged him. I’m going to go check on him.”
“Okay Love. I’ll get started on that breakfast.”
Amber left Leo and headed towards the other love of her life. She paused to knock on the bathroom door, already knowing she was entering regardless. It was just a formality really, as she pushed the door open.
Grayson stood with his hands gripping the sink, head down, body shuddering. The shower ran unoccupied behind him. He lifted his head to watch her approach in the mirror.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
A strangled laugh escaped his throat, “What’s wrong? I lost control and crossed a fucking line! I practically raped you Amber. I was too rough. You told me to wait.”
Her heart thudded in her chest. It wasn’t what she’d expected to hear.
“Grayson no. I didn’t tell you to stop. I was into it. You were into it. I liked it. Fuck, I came hard because if it. You didn’t hurt me Grayson. And I know if I’d told you to stop, you would have.”
She laid a hand on his shoulder. She could feel the tightness in his body. He didn’t relax beneath her touch but only stiffened more.
“Would I have though?...Don’t make excuses for me Amber. I got too aggressive and I could have hurt you. And I don’t know if it was because I got too excited or if it was because of my…”
Grayson ran a hand through his hair, unable to bring himself to say the words. Amber’s heart clenched inside her chest so tightly it hurt. Oh God, he was wondering if he’d gotten so aggressive because he was into it or if it was because of his disease. If his symptoms were getting worse. Aggression and anger could both be caused by Huntington’s destroying brain tissue. Her heart went out to him.
She wrapped her arms around him, “Grayson don’t think like that. We all were having fun. You didn’t do anything wrong. You have nothing to apologize for. Don’t fucking beat yourself up over this. Besides we probably should have come up with a safe word beforehand.”
He breathed deep, “I don’t want to hurt you Amber.”
“You won’t. I love you Grayson.”
“I love you too. And that’s why last night can’t happen again Amber. I don’t want to risk it. And I don’t want Leo getting hurt either. I’m unstable. And this is only bound to end badly.”
Amber pulled back from the hug. If that was what Grayson really wanted, then she would respect his decision. But while his mouth said those words, she doubted it was what his heart wanted.
“Is that what you really want?” she questioned, “because we all had a good time. And it felt right. You know it did Grayson.”
He turned around to face her head on.
“And what do you propose Amber? That the three of us keep carrying on and fucking? Like it’s some sustainable relationship?”
“Yes I do. I love both of you. And I’m not going to choose between you. Fuck what the world has to say about it Grayson! All that matters is what we want.”
“There will come a time when you have to choose Amber,” he said softly.
“I already fucking have. It’s the three of us. Always and forever.”
Amber cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to hers. She poured her feelings for him into that kiss. This would work. It fucking had to! At first he kissed her back hesitantly, but soon enough his lips molded to hers, his tongue found hers.
When he broke the kiss, breathless, still entangled in her arms, he said the words which both hurt her heart and made it feel better at the same time.
“I don’t have forever Amber. But the time I do have, I want to spend it with you. And our daughter. And Leo.”
She took a deep breath and fought back her tears. No need to fall apart in front of him. It was the last thing he needed. What Grayson needed to help him get through was for her to be there for him. To be strong. To love him through all the ups and downs. Even his quiet moods, his angry ones, his sad ones. It was easy to love him and hold him when he spoke words like this, kissed her, and held her close. But it was harder to do when he had anger in his eyes, shut her out, or said hurtful things. But Amber was ready to love all those shades of Grayson unconditionally and be there for him until the end. Always and their forever.
“We'll make it work,” she promised him, “you. Me. Our daughter, and Leo. One big, happy family.”
“We can sure as hell try. The selfish part of me doesn’t want to let you go. So I’m willing to try anything if it means I get to be with you for even a moment more,” he confessed.
She brushed another kiss upon his tender lips.
“You don’t have to let me go Grayson. I’m not going fucking anywhere. I’m right here and this is where I’ll be. Nothing you do or say will push me away this time.”
Amber had made that mistake last time. Letting him push her out of his life. She hadn’t fought for him that day Grayson had announced his engagement to the cunt Courtney. She’d left without a fight. Never fucking again. Amber would fight for this life. For him. For Leo. For their daughter. No matter the odds stacked against them. Because she finally had something worth fighting for.
Amber gave Grayson a final kiss and excused herself to give him the privacy to shower. It had been tempting to join him, but she figured he could use some alone time. Besides Leo was waiting for her. No doubt just as concerned for Grayson as she had been. Leo had loved him first after all.
But when Grayson had stepped into the black and white marbled shower and Amber headed towards the door, she heard him gasp. She turned around to see him shivering. She stuck her hand under the steam of water and immediately recoiled. It was beyond cold. Beyond what a person would stand to cool off their temper or arousal.
“For fuck sake Grayson! Don’t punish yourself like this! You don’t deserve it,” she scolded.
Amber reached into the shower and turned on the hot water while his teeth chattered. His dick had shriveled up alright, but so had his fingers and toes.
“I forgot actually. I thought it help me cool down.”
“Don’t do that shit again. That was just barbaric. Besides we can’t have your dick falling off now can we?” she smiled to lighten the mood.
“I think my balls already have,” he teased.
She patted his wet shoulder, “No, I took them. They belong to me now. Now wash up like a good boy. Then join us for breakfast. And they’ll be no arguments on the fuckin’ subject.”
He laughed, “Yes my highness.”
“Glad to see your finally figuring out who’s in charge around here.”
Amber left the bathroom then. It warmed her heart to hear him chuckle again behind her. To hear his muttering about the power going to her head. Damn straight she was in charge. Amber was the fucking queen. And God help those who hurt her boys or the princess she carried. God help those who stood in her fucking way to her happy ending.
While Grayson showered, Amberleigh returned to the other man in her life whom was cooking up quite the spread. The panic room was fully stocked with enough provisions to sustain four people for at least a year. In the past, Mr. Duvall was the one in charge of making sure all expired items were disposed of and a fresh supply of food and other necessities were maintained. Amber wondered if that was what had given the mysterious butler his way into spying in the past. She was still convinced Mr. Duvall seemed the most likely suspect. Someone had set up a feed to the security cameras without Grayson’s knowledge or permission. The source couldn’t be traced as it was an encrypted server, according to the tech from the security company back in December. Grayson had shut down the old system entirely and replaced it all with new. Added security measures made it unlikely to happen again, and the billionaire now controlled the stream of information in his own penthouse. They had yet to figure
Amberleigh had thought seeing her men both naked, hard, standing side by side, awaiting her command, had been the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever seen. But them standing side by side , wearing little, and washing the dishes proved pretty fucking alluring. Amber got turned on just by watching Grayson and Leo clean up the efficiency kitchen in the panic room while they both insisted she didn’t lift a finger. A queen could get used to such treatment indeed. Amber propped up her bare feet on the black, marble coffee table with some sweet tea and enjoyed the show. She doubted the billionaire had done much cleaning throughout his life, while her chef on the other hand always cleaned up his own messes. Leo washed and rinsed while Grayson dried and put away. The friends talked shit while they did it, each claiming to have a faster and superior car in their collection. Amber took control of the remote for the big screen TV but wasn’t really watching the survival show it’d landed on. She was
The cunt didn’t storm out of the penthouse until nearly seven p.m. that night. Probably off to bitch and whine to her parents over dinner about what a poor mistreated wife she was, looking for attention and sympathy. But Amberleigh sure enjoyed fucking her husband and hoped someday she got to tell the bitch that face to face. Grayson was an excellent lover to those he wanted to make love to. He was a good man to those he gave the pleasure of letting behind his stone walls. And she felt privileged to be given the chance to know him in that way.Amber looked forward to the day when she could say all the things to the cold heiress that were bottling up inside her. It would come right before she got the honor to watch Courtney’s fucking world crumble around her Jimmy Choo's. To make the cunt feel even a fraction of the pain she’d put Grayson through. But then again, the heiress had to have a heart to have actual feelings. And Amber was starting to doubt there was anything inside the bitch
Amberleigh would have liked to have said she’d gotten another good memory to store away for a rainy day. That both her men had pleased her, took her on the counter with some hot, steamy passion that only further heated up the kitchen. That the trio had created a nice video on the security cameras to watch later for their viewing pleasure. The type of footage to get off to.She would have also liked to have said she’d successfully kept her vow not to allow hate to consume her. But none of the above things happened unfortunately. Because Leo had pulled off her pants and Grayson had lifted her unto the counter before them, but the front door had fucking opened. The clack of heels against the marble had ruined their fucking moment. Ruined everything like always.Amber had jumped down and pulled up her pants, her hands practically shaking with rage. Leo said it best when he said, “Stupid bitch cunt!” Amber agreed with that assessment of the woman who entered the kitchen shortly thereafter.
February slipped into March almost without warning. Amberleigh decided that time really did fly when you were having fucking fun. Spring was in the air, hints of it already appearing like the pollen in the wind, as new life was just around the corner. The weather grew warmer, and nights in the safe room grew oh so hotter for the trio.Grayson had convinced Amber to wait just a bit longer before he took her to view her garden in person for the first time. He wanted all the flowers in full bloom first, wanted it to be perfect for her. But the flowers were not the only thing blooming, as Amber’s belly grew. Her pregnancy hit week sixteen, then seventeen, and then the cusp of week eighteen with no problems. Baby girl was growing right on track perfectly. And Leo and Grayson were there by Amber’s side every step of the way. They all eagerly awaited that first kick from their precious miracle.It had been hard to keep the babies sex a secret from Leo, especially after her sixteen week scan.
Two weeks, that was the length of time Amberleigh and Grayson made it without any major fights in their new relationship. Two weeks of cohesion, love making, and smelling the roses. But all honeymoon periods came to an end. And well the billionaire fucked up badly indeed.Amber had to give him some credit at least, for coming forward and admitting what he’d done before she found out about it on her own. Leo had gone to see his mother, apparently the two of them were scheming something that was a surprise. Amber was horrible with surprises and had already tried to get it out of him. But her chef refused to spill the beans despite her interrogation tactics which had included fierce tickling and spanking.Amber had been in no mood to have dinner with the cunt that night, even with Grayson present as a buffer. She had opted out of the meal Courtney’s chef Francois had prepared. Instead she’d taken a walk in the park and took a tour of the food trucks without shame. But not alone, as her f
Amberleigh ignored whatever Courtney said next and pushed past the bitch. She’d already wasted ten minutes of her life she’d never get back listening to the stupid hoe. Amber entered the panic room a few minutes later after the cunt had retreated into her room slamming the door behind her. No doubt she would call up one of her friends to do her poor, pitiful, mistreated me routine. It was stuck on repeat around here and Amber had grown fucking tired of it indeed.Amber strutted over to where Grayson sat in front of the monitors, feeling pretty damn good about herself. She grabbed the chair and spun it around until he was facing her. Before he could so much as get a word out, her lips were over his and she slid into her billionaire’s lap.She ran her fingers through his thick, brown locks, tousling it as her lips molded to his. His fingers cupped her jaw, tilting her head to the side, forcing her to open to him deeper as his tongue dueled with hers. Before she knew it, her fingers were
Amberleigh let the words Grayson had just told her sink in for a moment. Surely he was fucking kidding. No way he would have done that. He knew the fucking rules and had agreed to them. That sad feeling inside her quickly morphed into anger.“Excuse me? Come again? Because it sounded like you said you fucked Courtney last night. But I know I must be fuckin' hearing things.”He sighed and shifted on the edge of the desk.“I did what I had to do to protect my family. If it's any consolation, I didn’t enjoy it. I fucked her with the lights out and I barely touched her.”Amber laughed, “Barely touched her other than with your dick inside her you mean. Why the fuck would you do that Grayson? We agreed you wouldn’t fuck that bitch! You agreed!”“I did it for us. For you and our daughter Amber. I had to get her off my back somehow. To pacify her.”Amber jumped to her feet, “Get her off your back by getting her under you? How fuckin’ noble of you Grayson to fuck the woman who tried to have yo