My heart feels full.
“Okay, Dani, I am dying to know! Which one of your mates has the biggest dick?”
“Ew! Julia! I don’t want to know, Dani!” Amelia exclaims, her voice filled with embarrassment. She recoils slightly, a look of horror crossing her face. “Those are my brothers!”
Jules giggles, playfully flicking Amelia’s nose with a teasing grin. “Oh, come on now! No, they aren’t!” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I want to know, Dani! Spill!”
I eye them both and smile. I’ll play along. “Adonis. Which I figured was a given. But Dax and Killian are also hung. And no one has ever made me cum like those three do…” I roll my eyes back for theatrics.
“Gross!” Amelia says with a disgusted look on her face as she covers her ears. “Give me that joint. I need more if we are going down this road.”
I pass it back to her.
“Hmmm, what else can I ask… Who is the best cuddler?” I can see the questions swirling in Jules’ mind. She isn’t into men, but she has always loved living vicariously through my sex life.
“Oh, that’s easy. Killian.” I take a sip of my white wine.
“Who is the most passionate?”
“Dax,” I say back quickly without thinking. “He is, after all, the demon of passion.”
“Who do you love the most!?” Amelia blurts out, then covers her mouth with her hand and giggles.
“Ooh, good one, babe. But I think that one is a given.”
My heart aches a little at Jules’ words—it’s not the sting of her statement that cuts deep, but the undeniable truth in it. I can’t shake the unsettling thought of whether Dax and Killian are aware of this and how they might feel about it. My love for Dax and Killian is immense, an all-consuming force that gathers in my chest like a storm ready to break. I would never forgive myself if I caused them any pain, especially considering what I feel for Adonis. My bonds with Dax and Killian is irreplaceable; they are my heart and home. I could never choose between them because they are a part of me, forever intertwined in my life.
But Adonis... that bond is different from Killian and Dax’s and I have no clue why. Perhaps it’s because I met him first? It’s a whirlwind of passion, desire, and love like nothing I’ve ever experienced, a dizzying thrill that captivates my soul. Adonis gives me the feeling of coming home—that feeling when you can kick off your shoes and take a deep breath because you are in your safe space. You feel shielded and secure, as if surrounded by an invisible barrier that keeps the outside chaos at bay, allowing you to truly relax and revel in the serenity of being protected and at peace. He is the reason my heart beats so wildly.
“Adonis. It’s Adonis. She doesn’t want to say it because it makes her feel guilty. She loves Dax and Killian so much too, but Adonis makes her swoon.” I eye Amelia, curious if she can read my thoughts, as she has never told me what she is capable of. “Relax, Dani. I can’t read your thoughts. But I can read body language very, very well. And I’m not blind.I see you with all three of them, and it’s evident you love them all. But when you’re with Adonis… your world stops spinning—your heart races, and you never take your eyes off him. Kil and Dax know it, too. They are fine with it because they know you still love them deeply.”
“I knew it!” Jules says as she reaches for the wine bottle and pours the rest into our three glasses.
“Alright, alright. Enough with the questions,” I say.
“Yeah, good idea,” Amelia agrees. “Next, I bet Jules was going to ask you to describe their… their…” Amelia tries to spit out the word. “Their… um, penis shape,” She whispers the word penis. Her innocence kills me.
“Do you ever swear?” I ask Amelia. “Say ‘cock’. Call their beautiful meat flutes what they are.” I smile at her, and Jules laughs.
“Can you even say dick? Or fuck?” I joke with her.
“I swear! You make me sound like a total prude, Dani,” Amelia huffs, her lips forming a delicate pout.
Jules drapes an arm around Amelia’s shoulders and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on the top of her head, her voice warm and reassuring. “She is anything but a prude, trust me,” she declares with a wink. She raises two fingers and wiggles her tongue teasingly between them in a cheeky gesture.
Amelia, feigning indignation, playfully swats Jules’ arm, a smile breaking through her mock annoyance as the lust between them sparkles. “What’s a better word for… cock then?” Amelia asks. “See, I said it. I swore,” she playfully sticks out her tongue at me, and I smile.
“How about a joystick? Winking willy? Oh, oh! I got it, what about custard launcher?! A blue-veined custard launcher!” Jules says enthusiastically without breaking a smile.
I spit my wine out, spraying it everywhere. “Custard launcher?!” Amelia and I howl out, laughing hard, and Jules laughs along.
“That’s it. That’s the one!” I wipe the tears from my eyes. “I’m calling their cocks blue-veined custard launchers from now on.”
Amelia scrunches her nose in disgust, “You know, suddenly I think that is worse than cock or dick… I don’t want to imagine it as a ‘custard launcher,’ you sickos!”
Laughing at her reaction, I blurt out, “Dax has a pierced cock!”
“Ew, Dani! No!” Amelia makes a fake gagging noise, and Jules and I throw our heads back, laughing so hard that tears stream down our faces.
