Chapter 354: Dream Threesome [Kelly Vs Elena]

Liam sat up slowly on the edge of the cushioned tatami mat, running a hand through his dark, disheveled hair.

The warm, dim glow of the bedside lamp glinted off his shoulders, slick with lavender massage oil.

He looked up at the doorway, his eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and total disbelief.

"Elena?" Liam asked softly, his voice polite but genuinely stunned. "What are you doing here?"

Elena stood in the doorway of Kelly’s dimly lit bedroom, perfectly poised in her tailored dark coat.

Her posture was razor-sharp, her dark eyes entirely unreadable as she took in the scene—the lingering scent of incense, the massage oil, and Liam sitting shirtless on the floor.

"I’m here to get you," Elena said smoothly, her tone composed, cool, and completely icy.

Beside her, Kelly stood frozen in her loosely tied silk robe.

She blinked rapidly, her hands lingering at the belt of her garment as her eyes darted between Elena’s stoic expression and Liam’s tense frame.

For a moment, Kelly was entirely caught off guard, caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief that anyone would walk into her home like this.

Liam cleared his throat softly, looking at Elena with careful respect. "I really wasn’t expecting you to do something like this, Elena."

Elena’s gaze flicked down to him, her brow arching just a fraction. "And I certainly wasn’t expecting you to sneak out of the compound after an eight-hour shift, Liam, only to end up here doing... whatever it is you’re doing."

The silence hung heavy for a beat before Kelly finally found her footing.

She crossed her arms, pulling her silk robe tighter around herself, and stepped forward. Her initial shock gave way to a sharp, defensive edge.

"Sorry," Kelly said, her tone dripping with quiet defiance. "I guess I was just a little quiet because you barged straight into my place uninvited. And now you’re standing in my bedroom, acting like you can just order Liam around and take him away."

Elena slowly turned her head.

Her cool, dark eyes swept over Kelly from head to toe with complete detachment, as if assessing a minor inconvenience rather than a person.

"And who are you, again?" Elena asked flatly.

Kelly’s lips parted, a flash of irritation crossing her face. Instead of backing down, she stepped directly into Elena’s space, standing face-to-face with her.

The contrast between them was immediate and stark.

Elena was immaculate, structured, and guarded in her sharp business attire.

Kelly was soft, relaxed, and utterly unbothered, her robe draping loosely over her curves.

As Kelly stepped up, the sheer difference in their physical presence became unavoidable.

Kelly stood tall and proud, her full, soft figure pressing right against the air between them as if silently challenging Elena’s cold, structured authority.

Elena’s eyes flicked downward for a fleeting second, taking in Kelly’s lush, undeniable presence, and a subtle tight set appeared around Elena’s jawline.

Elena knew immediately that in terms of sheer, soft physical presence, Kelly had her beaten—and Elena clearly hated it.

Kelly caught the subtle shift in Elena’s expression instantly, and a wicked, triumphant grin broke across her face.

Seeing the air in the room turn dangerously thin, Liam quickly stood up, placing himself gently between the two of them. "Hey, please, both of you... let’s just relax for a second—"

"Shut up, Liam!" both women called out in exact unison, neither breaking eye contact with the other.

Liam raised his hands in defense, taking a polite step back. "Okay... taking a step back."

Elena squared her shoulders, looking down her nose at Kelly. "I don’t usually engage in absurd, petty territorial displays like this," Elena said, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp register. "Liam has a rigorous contract, a strict physical conditioning schedule, and a critical objective to prepare for. You are an unnecessary distraction."

Kelly let out a soft, amused laugh, resting a hand on her hip as she sized Elena up right back. "And you’re working him completely into the ground because you don’t know the first thing about taking care of a man," Kelly countered smoothly. "He came here because he was breaking down and needed comfort. I don’t mind giving him that. In fact, I love doing it. So you should probably accept right now that you can’t just take Liam away whenever you feel like it."

Elena’s eyes narrowed into dark slits, her composure sharpening into something dangerous. "Keep pushing this, and I can have your employment terminated by tomorrow morning with a single phone call."

Liam immediately intervened, his tone firm but protective. "Elena, please don’t say things like that. Let’s not bring jobs into this."

Kelly didn’t look bothered in the slightest. She tilted her head, her smile growing wider and more mocking. "Go ahead and try it," Kelly said softly. "Because we both know that abusing your power is the only way you could ever win against me. If you actually knew how to keep him happy on your own, you wouldn’t be standing in my bedroom threatening my career."

The statement hit the air like a heavy weight.

Elena stood completely motionless, her eyes locked onto Kelly as she calculated her response.

She hated losing, and she hated being called out even more.

Finally, Elena let out a long, slow breath. Her expression remained composed, but a sharp, competitive fire burned in her eyes.

"Fine," Elena said coldly, her gaze shifting over to Liam, who was watching them both carefully. "If it’s a matter of who can actually take care of him better... then let’s settle it properly."

Kelly chuckled, stepping back toward the bed and glancing at Liam with a warm, playful look. "Works for me. Let’s see who really knows how to make him feel good."

Elena’s eyes moved to Kelly.

Kelly’s eyes moved to Elena.

Liam stood between them and looked at the ceiling briefly and then at the door and then back at both of them and understood that neither of those options was available to him right now.

"Fine," Elena said again, and this time the word arrived with a different quality behind it, something that had stopped being composed and started being decided.

She reached up and worked the buttons of her coat open, one by one, the motion precise and deliberate, each button releasing with the specific unhurried energy of someone who had made a decision and was not going to rush the execution of it.

The coat came off.

Underneath it she was wearing a fitted dark blouse and tailored trousers, the blouse sitting close across her chest, and she folded the coat and set it on Kelly’s chair with the care of someone who intended to collect it later.

Kelly looked at her do this.

Then Kelly reached for the belt of her silk robe and pulled it loose and the robe fell open and she shrugged it off her shoulders and it landed somewhere on the floor behind her.

She was wearing nothing underneath it.

The contrast between the two of them in that moment was specific and present.

Elena still fully dressed and composed and deciding, Kelly already entirely herself in the warm light of the bedroom, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, her boobs full and round and entirely present, the flush of the evening already sitting on her skin.

Elena looked at her.

Something moved in Elena’s expression that she did not entirely manage.

Kelly caught it and said nothing about it, which was its own kind of response.

Liam watched both of them and remained very still.

Elena reached for the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head and set it with the coat.

Her bra came next, unclipped at the back, and she set that with the rest of it, and then she was standing in the bedroom in just her trousers, her chest bare in the low lamp light, her pale skin and her freckles and her gold earrings catching the warmth of it.

Kelly looked at her properly now.

Elena looked back.

Two very different women in the same small bedroom with the same man standing between them, and the specific thing that was happening in the room was that neither of them was going to back down and both of them knew it.

They both moved toward him at the same time.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed without being asked, because the alternative was being placed there.

They both knelt.

Kelly on his left, Elena on his right, both of them in front of him, and for a moment all three of them were still, the lamp throwing its warm circle across the floor, the bedroom quiet except for the specific quality of a room where several things were about to happen.

They looked at him.

Then they looked at each other.

Kelly moved first.

She reached up and held her boobs in both hands, pressing them together, warm and full in her own palms, and she leaned forward and took him between them, the softness of her pressing against him from both sides, warm and specific and entirely deliberate.

She moved slowly, her hands keeping the pressure, her eyes going up to his face to read what was landing.

Liam exhaled through his nose.

Elena watched this happen from his right side.

Something moved through her expression that traveled from composed through something else and landed somewhere considerably less composed, her jaw setting in the specific way it set when she was dealing with a feeling she had not invited.

She looked at Kelly’s hands and at what they were doing and then she looked at Liam’s face and at what his face was doing.

Her jaw tightened.

She turned toward him and put one hand on his jaw and turned his face toward her and kissed him.

He kissed her back immediately, his hand coming up to the side of her face, and Kelly kept going below with the unhurried patience of someone who had decided on a pace and was not changing it because of anything happening above.

Elena kissed him deeper, her hand pressing into his jaw, her body pressing against his side, and Liam was aware of both of them simultaneously in the specific way that his body had no confusion about, the warmth of Kelly below and the warmth of Elena beside him and the specific competitive energy moving between the two of them that was producing something in the room that had nothing to do with anyone losing.

Elena pulled back from the kiss and looked down.

Kelly looked up at her from below with the expression of someone entirely secure in what they were doing.

Elena looked at Liam.

Then she moved lower.

She went down beside Kelly, both of them kneeling in front of him now, and she pressed her own chest forward and took over from Kelly’s hands with her mouth, her lips finding the tip of him, pressing there, her tongue moving out slowly.

Kelly watched Elena do this.

Then Kelly moved to the side of him, her mouth finding him from the base, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, and the two of them worked together in the specific way of two people who had both decided on the same objective from different directions.

Liam put one hand on the back of Elena’s head and one hand in Kelly’s hair.

Kelly’s boobs were pressed against the inside of his thigh from where she was kneeling beside him, the warmth of them specific and present, her hair falling forward with each motion.

Elena worked the tip with the focused attention she brought to everything she decided to do properly, her tongue moving in deliberate circles, her eyes occasionally moving up to his face and then to Kelly and then back to what she was doing.

"Mm," Kelly said, the sound muffled and warm and arriving before she decided on it.

Elena made a sound against him that was entirely controlled and entirely deliberate and designed to produce a specific effect, which it did.

His hand in Elena’s hair tightened.

She felt it and stayed exactly where she was, her mouth working, feeling his response to everything she was doing and adjusting for it with the specific intelligence of someone paying full attention.

Kelly moved her mouth up from the base and the two of them were at the same point together and they looked at each other across the small distance between them with the full awareness of what was happening and neither of them backed away from it.

’This,’ Liam thought, looking at the ceiling for a moment before looking back down at both of them, ’is a situation I did not plan for and cannot find a single complaint about.’

Kelly pressed her boobs together around him again from below while Elena’s mouth continued above and the combination of the two produced a sound from him that he had not intended to produce.

Both of them heard it.

Both of them responded to it.

Elena’s mouth pressed harder. Kelly’s hands pressed tighter.

His hand in Kelly’s hair pressed down slightly and his other hand pressed Elena closer and the bedroom lamp kept throwing its warm light across all of it and the night outside Kelly’s window kept being the night and none of it touched the specific warmth of the room and the three people in it and what they were doing to each other.