Chapter 7: Double Trouble (Lily + Mia Threesome Intro)

The basement lights were dimmed low when Ethan Harlan’s phone lit up twice in quick succession, the screen glow cutting through the quiet hum of his monitors. He had just stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water still tracing the defined ridges of his abs from the latest overnight upgrade. The first text was from Lily: a single shy emoji followed by Club room felt too empty today ... miss the way you make everything feel electric. The second came from Mia only moments later: Your place. Tonight. No excuses. I need what only you give me.

He stared at the messages, a slow smile tugging at his lips even as the familiar twist of guilt coiled low in his stomach. They’re both reaching for me at the same time, he thought, thumb hovering over the replies. Lily with that soft honesty that always anchors me, Mia with the fire she pretends isn’t burning her alive. Is this the app pulling strings, or have I actually become the center they can’t stay away from? The power rush answered first—hot, addictive, drowning the doubt in a fresh wave of raw want.

He typed back to both: Basement. Door’s open. Come over.

They arrived within minutes of each other, almost as if the Aura had synchronized their steps. Lily first, slipping in wearing an oversized sweater that slipped off one shoulder and a simple pleated skirt, her braid already loosening from the day’s nervous energy. She crossed the room and rose on her toes to kiss him, small hands sliding under the towel to trace the warm, solid lines of his chest. “I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday,” she whispered against his mouth, the vanilla scent of her hair mixing with the faint, sweet musk already rising from her skin.

Before he could answer, the door opened again. Mia stepped inside still in her cheer uniform, ponytail swinging, skirt short enough to reveal the long, toned stretch of her thighs. Her eyes narrowed the instant they landed on Lily pressed close to him, a flicker of jealousy sharpening her features. “What the hell is she doing here?” The words came out sharp, but her body betrayed her—the way her nipples peaked instantly against the thin polo, the subtle press of her thighs together as the combined Aura hit them both in the confined space.

Lily stiffened, cheeks flushing, but she didn’t pull away. Instead she glanced at Ethan, then at Mia, the intrusive thought flashing clear in her mind: Watching him with her shouldn’t make me this wet ... but seeing the way her body reacts to him is making me ache in places I didn’t know could throb.