Passion.

Chapter Thirty Four

They get dressed and leave the room. I have to eventually get up, but I don't want to. I don't want whatever conversation I'm about to have with The Smith Men, to ruin the moment we just had. But I know it will. I know I have to gather myself and prepare for some sort of devastation I'm about to face. I wipe myself off and get changed into new clothes. I walk downstairs into the hotel lobby area and see them dressed casually. I sit in the middle of each of them on a couch, and they look to each other before saying something. David starts the conversation, "We've been meaning to talk about it for a while. We just didn't know when to bring it up to you, and I know this is a sensitive and bad time, but if we don't bring it up now we'll never get the chance to." "And we both equally love you. I didn't think it was possible for someone to love you like I do, but seeing how David is with you, it's true Claire. We will never stop loving you." Roan says. "What are you guys talking about? Why so emotional?" I ask, genuinely confused. "Going into this, we thought it would be a temporary thing. Like with the other girls. But, it's not. We fell in love with you and it was so unexpected. You have to make a choice Claire. You can't date both of us forever. It's either you're going to choose me, and you never have to see Roan again. Or you choose him, and I'll be out of your life and move on." David says. What? I never planned on that happening. Choosing between two men I love and adore was never an option for me. "And we'll give you some time to figure it out. You don't have to have an answer by tomorrow. But for now, you'll go on dates with us alone. You'll have sex with each of us alone. With everything going on we have to stick together, so we'll always protect and support you together, but it's going to come down to who you love more." Roan says. "I don't love either one of you more than the other. You can't do this to me, I can't choose." I admit. This decision isn't one I should be making. "You can't not choose. You don't think I'm scared as hell for you to make that choice? I want to be your husband and the father of your kids,Claire. And it would hurt like hell to not get that opportunity, but we can't just be a big threesome forever. You deserve to be someone's wife, and to have children of your own. I might not be able to give that to you, but it's up to you." Roan says, and I nearly burst out in tears. "I agree with him. I'm terrified you won't choose me to be with. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You're the most extraordinary woman I've ever met." David chimes in, and that's it. I explode into a mess and break down into tears. I don't want to face this world, or love either one of them by themselves. The love I've developed for both David and Roan are equally as consuming, equally as strong, and equally as powerful. Asking me to choose is impossible. They each try to comfort me, but I say "Stop! Just stop. Don't touch me. I don't want to hear this right now." I stand up and go outside. I need a breath of fresh air, this is too overwhelming. A small, minuscular part of me knew I couldn't date both of them forever. But I want forever with both of them, and I'm not about to make a decision that could destroy me or either one of their lives. The good thing is that they said they'd give me time, so I could take a deep breath, get my shit together, and enjoy this semi-peaceful time. This is up to me. I don't love the responsibility, but I do appreciate it. I'll always be grateful for what these two men have done for me. They supported me when I had no one. They saved me when I was drowning in sadness and worries. When everything happened, the few nights after I met them, I turned to them. Even though I didn't know them that well, I knew I could trust them and opening myself up to trust and loyalty was the best decision I've ever made. Enough wallowing in memories and sadness, I should value Roan and David. After all, I did think they were dead for a total of two hours. I was completely broken. I've never felt such heartbreak, and when I saw them again it was pure joy. How they could pick the pieces of my broken soul up and place them back together so easily will always fascinate me. I walk back in to the lobby and wipe my tears away. "Okay, listen. I'm going to just have fun with both of you until I have to really make my decision. So give me some sort of time period." I say. They look at each other and each say "One month. You have one month to choose between us." "Fine. Now, before tomorrow and all the madness happens, I want to go on a date with both of you." They each laugh. Roan's cute little, almost non-existent, dimple is showing. David's jawline is perfect and I admire his eyes. "Alright. We'll discuss the plans tomorrow." "Sounds good. We have the whole night! I'm going upstairs to get changed into some fancy dress or something, David, choose where you're taking me." I don't know why I chose David, but it was some spontaneous ordeal. I walk into the room, brush my hair, and change into a black dress. It hugs my hips and shows off my ass, so I think he'll like it. No, I know he'll like it. I walk downstairs and run my fingers through my hair once more before he sees me. We lock eyes and his jaw drops. Literally. He puts his bottom lip slightly between his teeth, as Roan licks his lips. Yeah, I look good. I walk over to David and do the bold move of putting my legs across him and sitting on his crotch. I hold onto his neck and bring his lips to mine. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and pinches it. I laugh. "Goddamn you look good." He says and brings his lips to my ear, fisting my hair. "I could bend you over right here." "Oh. Really?" I say, and put my lips to his ear, as I begin to nibble he starts breathing heavier. "Don't. Do. That." He says, sternly. "Why not?" I whisper seductively. Everyone in the lobby is staring at us, and Roan's eyes are trained on my body. "Because if you don't stop, I'll take you upstairs and fuck you until you're screaming. Don't want the night to be over so soon, right?" He growls. Oh. I just got wet. I get off of him and gulp some air down, I've been holding my breath this entire time. I wave goodbye to Roan and we get in the car. "So, where are we going?" I ask. "I own a place around here. You'll like it." He winks and puts his hand on my thigh. It's to hot in this car. The way he's driving is making me sweat. The grip he has on my thigh is so sexual. The way he's smirking as he looks at me every few seconds. He does just what my thoughts are begging for, and begins to slide his hand up my leg. Once his warm fingers slide my underwear aside and find their way inside of me, my head falls back and I bite down on my lip. I hold onto his arm as he motions his two fingers steadily yet rapidly. "You're always so wet for me." He groans and I shiver. It's not just the way he's fingering me, it's him. Everything about this man intrigues me, and even though we haven't known each other for a year yet, he knows all my spots. He knows how to satisfy me in every way imaginable, physically and emotionally. I grip his arm even tighter and squeeze my legs together, climaxing and releasing onto his fingers. He takes them out of me and licks my cum off of his fingers, "You always taste so good." He says in a deep and husky tone. Oh god, that was hot. "Put your panties back on, we're here." I do as he says and get out of the car. "Wow" is all I get out. It's a large building, I'm assuming an apartment complex, but it's stunning. "What is this place?" I ask. "Something you'll find out about later... I brought you here because there's a pool on the roof and it's extraordinary." I take his hand into mine and say "That is so romantic" as we walk into the elevator. I'm terrified of elevators, but he doesn't know that. I'm practically having an anxiety attack because there are forty six floors this elevator has to go up before we get to the roof. "What's wrong?" He asks. "I hate elevators." I admit. "Don't. If we get stuck in here, I'll make it worth while." He winks, and my anxiety decreases. Soon enough, we're on the top floor. He walks me up to the roof and it's beautiful. There's candles all around the infinity pool, and it's so perfect. "What about bathing suits?" I ask. "What about em?" "Well, I didn't bring anything." I say. "Who said we were wearing bathing suits?" He asks, and undresses. "Don't look so puzzled!" He yells and jumps in. "Screw it, I've always wanted to go skinny dipping!" I shout back, ripping the dress off. He smiles a cheek to cheek grin as I get naked. I step in and the water feels warm. "I'm cold." I say. "So come here." He pulls me into his arms and I yelp a laugh. I wrap my body around him and put my lips on his. Our tongues twirl into an erotic dance and I love this. I pull away suddenly. "Why are you asking me to choose between either one of you?" I ask. "Don't do this." He says. I pull away even further and hold myself up steady in the deep end we've found our ways into. "Don't do what?!" I ask. "Don't sabotage this date." "I'm not sabotaging anything. If anything you're the one sabotaging this relationship!" I yell. "I'm not sabotaging shit Claire! Don't do that to me." "I'm not doing anything. I want you. But I want Roan too. You can't expect this from me David. You just can't." "We're doing it for a reason." He says and slides his hand through his hair. "What's the reason?!" I yell. "Because we have to!" "What do you mean you have to?" I ask. "Because. Roan and I have been arguing left and right. We protect each other but Claire I've never been so jealous of another man in my life. I can't tell if you love him more than you love me and it fucking hurts." He cries. Tears form in his eyes and I'm shocked. This is the most vulnerable part of him. I swim over to him and intertwine our bodies again. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way, but David, I will never leave you. I'm not choosing, I don't care if I have to. I love you. I love you more than I could explain." I wrap my arms around him and he falls apart. I could tell he's been holding this in for so long, and the pain has been building up. Why the hell am I always the cause of so much pain? I let him cry and I admire the rare fact that he can be so open with me. "I'm not leaving you. I would literally die for you." I say. He wipes his tears and I try to make light of the situation, "Come on. Let's play a game." "Alright. What game?" He asks. "Twenty one questions." He smiles. "Alright I'll start first. Do you like when I take you from behind or from the front better?" He asks. "Ugh! You're a pervert." I laugh. "But behind." I blush. "I knew it!" He smiles. "Okay, do you like my mouth or boobs more?" I ask. "Mouth. You work that thing so perfectly." He traces my lips with his fingers in admiration. Our questions are filled with naughty language, stupid jokes, and some meaningful things, like:
"How many kids do you want?"
"Two." We agree on.
"3...2...1... french toast or pancakes?!" I shout French toast but he yells pancakes and I nearly slap him for the stupidity in his choice.
"What's your favorite color?" He asks. I say "baby blue." And he agrees, because it's close to the color of my eyes. I blush again, as always.
"Here's the question that will determine everything. If I even respect you. Pepperoni or Pineapple on pizza?" We both yell pepperoni to the top of our lungs. "Thank you! Pineapple on pizza would make me throw up." I shout. He pulls me even closer to him and begins to kiss my neck. "Don't do that..." I beg. "David...." I trail off. He's too good at this. He's seducing me. "Are you about to fuck me in a pool?" I ask. "Damn right." He grabs a handful of my ass and I grip his erection, sticking him inside of my already throbbing sweet spot. He rotates his hips as he holds onto fistfuls of my hair and thrusts into me. I'm pinned up again the back of the pool and the roughness feels good on my back. The warm water heightens the intensity. He's making love to me after a vulnerable talk, a tremendous amount of tears and laughs, and I love every minute of it. Sex wouldn't be as good if I wasn't in love with him. I drag my nails down his back and squeeze his butt. I've always been a butt kind of girl. We come together and I smile. "You really love my ass don't you." He smirks. "Yes. It's nice to hold onto." I wink. "Tonight was a great night. I love you." "I love you, and I love being with you." He smiles and kisses me on the forehead. We get clothed and walk down stairs. Walking down forty six flights is a work out, but we have fun. When we finally make it out to the car, I see Roan standing by the door with red roses. David looks angry, but I'm ecstatic. "Hi beautiful." I run over and jump into his arms. "Come on, it's time for our date."