I fell in love with two men.
I thought being with them both—at the same time—would be complicated.
But it was easy. It was perfect.
One of them was twice my age.
The other was the boy I’d grown up with.
Both of them were so very different, but they gave me exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed.
Ryker was a bad boy with looks, the one I'd given my first everything to.
He was also my best friend.
Jareth was older, refined, and experienced. He was dominate, skilled, and I felt fragile when I was with him.
He was also my boss.
Although they were possessive and jealous where I was concerned, they accepted I was in a relationship with both of them.
Ryker and Jareth only demanded one thing from me—to only be with them.
Would I ever have to pick between them?
How wrong would it be if I kept them both?
I thought it would be complicated being in a relationship with two men at the same time.
But it wasn’t. It was easy.
They were so different from each other, yet gave me exactly what I needed.
Ryker was the typical bad boy with the leather-jacket-wearing, Harley-riding, MC vibe going on.
My best friend, the one person I’d grown up with, and the boy I’d given my virginity to.
And then there was Jareth. Older and sophisticated, he controlled the boardroom like it was his bitch.
He was also my boss. He dominated me in ways I never imagined, never even thought I’d enjoy.
Here I was, seeing them both, in a relationship with two men. And to be honest, I didn’t know how it all started, how I’d gotten in a situation in which I was in love with two separate people, almost as if I were living two very different lives.
Sure, I’d been called a slut by some when they found out I was with two men, but Ryker and Jareth were two who equaled one.
One perfect man for me.
Jareth’s dominance was cold and hard, like polished steel moving over my body as I let it cool over.
Ryker’s familiarity was like smooth wood warmed by the sun as I lay on it and basked in the heat.
Ryker made love.
But then again, they’d been known to switch it up on me, to show me sides of themselves I’d never experienced, never thought they were capable of.
They were mine and I was theirs.
I ran the lipstick over my bottom lip, put the cap back on, and looked at myself in the mirror.
Tonight was Ryker’s night, and although I’d known him my entire life, our relationship had drastically changed once things became sexual, once we went from being just friends to… something more.
It had all changed with that first kiss, that first touch, then the heated moment of me begging Ryker to take my virginity. Booze had been involved—of course. The party we’d attended was wild and sexually charged, which then led to us in the back of his pickup with him on top of me.
Jareth, on the other hand… well, I blamed that on the animal magnetism that poured off him in waves, and a company Christmas party where I drank too much champagne. Because that had ended with me in Jareth’s office with his face between my thighs.
And then came the day when they both came to me and wanted more, wanted a relationship. Although there had only been that one time I’d been with each of them, I’d grown feelings for them, and knew choosing one over the other was an impossible task.
So I’d told both of them about the other, explained I couldn’t let either of them go, that I cared too much about them both. I’d expected them to end it with me right then and there. But surprisingly they’d agreed, told me almost identically that they refused to give me up, that if they had to share me with the other, so be it.
They were possessive and territorial of me when it concerned other men, but with each other? They were accepting, conceding that I couldn’t give them up.
So here I was, living two separate lives, having two separate relationships, and in love with both Ryker and Jareth.
“What a story,” I said to my reflection.
I finished getting ready, my belly tightening with each passing second. I’d been seeing both Jareth and Ryker for months now, and every day I felt my feelings for them grow. I loved them. And although I knew they cared about me too, there was this little voice in the back of my head that reminded me this could all end horribly.
Maybe this wasn’t real. I mean, it sure sounded fictional. Me with two men, both of them desperate for my attention, possessive of me….
If I was being honest, it all sounded too good to be true.
But everything had been going so smoothly, so perfectly. Once things had become official between Ryker and Jareth, it had all fallen into place perfectly, as if that’s how it was always meant to be.
Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.
She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.