
The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3
Occupational Hazards
Another day, another dollar...until love pops in to spice up the workday drudgery. You never know when that person---or persons---working alongside you will suddenly strike your fancy, or when a client will become so much more than a client and the sexual tension will skyrocket. Join the ladies of The Sextet as they explore what can happen when the hazards of the job are compounded with love affairs and sensuous pleasures. From an advertising agency where a cougar is pursued by the two sexy men on her team, to a well-drilling project that ends up pumping more than water, to what happens when a lady hires a three-man construction crew to repair her storm-damaged roof, whether you prefer one man...or two...or three, you're sure to enjoy the sizzling erotic heat. Work has never been this much fun...
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The Ad Men and the Cougar by Elizabeth Raines [M/M/F, with M/M, Contemporary] Advertising executive Tracey Daniels has assembled her Dream Team---two smart, sexy men who seem to anticipate her every move. Can they convince her to make the transition from workroom to bedroom?
Windfall by Cheryl Brooks [M/M/M/F, Contemporary] Angelica Jacobs gets more than she bargained for when a handsome contractor falls through the roof of her Bed & Breakfast. Can anyone say foursome?
Wet Her Whistle by Mellanie Szereto [M/M/F, with M/M elements, Contemporary, pegging, sex toys] When Jonnalyn Petit's best friends, Randy and Jason, offer to put in her new water well, will the pumping and drilling extend to her bedroom? Or will she hang them out to dry when she discovers their secret?
Genre: Anthology, Ménage a Trois/QuatreLength: 51,397 words
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Occupational hazards
The Sextet Anthology Volume 3
Elizabeth Raines
Cheryl Brooks
Mellanie Szereto
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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Copyright © 2011
E-book ISBN: 1-61034-553-3
THE AD MEN AND THE COUGAR
Copyright © 2011 by Elizabeth Raines
Copyright © 2011 by Cheryl Brooks
Copyright © 2011 by Mellanie Szereto
First E-book Publication: August 2011
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THE AD MEN AND THE COUGAR
Elizabeth Raines
DEDICATION
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Chapter 1
"C'mon, guys. We can do this! It's not the first time we've had our backs against the wall!" A pep talk. She'd been reduced to an old-fashioned, clichéd pep talk.
Tracey Daniels raked her fingers through her spiked hair and tried to rein in her nerves. Being in advertising could be so damned frustrating sometimes. Most of the time, her team functioned like a well-oiled machine because that was what she'd created---the Dream Team, as everyone in the office called them.
When she'd been named project manager---after fifteen years of slaving away for Prince and Hart Advertising---her boss had given her leave to hire whoever she wanted. So she'd interviewed and interviewed. Candidate after candidate. Until she'd found the best graphic artist and the best copywriter in the business. At least the ones with the best potential.
Ben Clark and Corey Franklin were her diamonds in the rough, hired after only a few years experience at other agencies. She'd taught them to forget everything that every stupid, stodgy business professor or dumb-ass boss had said to them. She'd shaped the men, molded them into what she wanted them to be because she alone knew what they could someday achieve. Tracey had groomed them---from the way they dressed, to the way they talked to clients, to the way they fit in to her team. Now, the three of them worked so well together, they often appeared to be reading each other's minds. Their ad campaigns always pleased clients and sold products. But every now and then, they ran into a stone wall.
Like now.
"We need some more caffeine, then we'll beat this son of a bitch into submission," Ben said as he swiveled around in his chair and jumped to his feet. Ever the cheerleader. "I'll put a pot on. Then we can start over. Again." He disappeared through the workroom door, muttering, "A candy bar. We can't sell a damned candy bar..."
At least he said "we" and not "Tracey." She was, after all, the "idea man" of the group. Seemed that the three of them were always like the Three Musketeers---one for all, and all for one. She'd never heard any of the trio cast blame or use the word "I" when discussing their success. That's probably why they made such a great team.
"If I have any more caffeine, my hands will be trembling too hard to draw," Corey said with a shake of his head that set his dark curls bouncing. Tracey couldn't help but stare, wondering how many women paid good money to get hair like God had given that man. Natural curls in mahogany hair that almost reached his shoulders. Some days, when she leaned over his shoulder to look at something he was working on, she'd let her fingertips brush the soft tresses, fantasizing what it would feel like to lace her fingers through it as she so desperately wanted to. When he'd been a child, the poor guy had probably gotten his curls tousled by any adult he encountered. That look on a man of Corey's size was downright sexy. Coupled with his smoldering brown eyes, it made a nice package. "You okay, Trace?"
She'd been staring again. "Yeah. Just...tired and discouraged. This shouldn't be so damned hard. It's just another campaign."
"We all know better than that," Corey replied, standing up and stretching, which only forced Tracey to gape at his broad chest straining the buttons on his blue Oxford shirt. A glimpse of dark chest hair made her mouth go dry. Thank the sweet Lord that he didn't turn around so she would be forced to stare at his tight little ass, too. The best treat of her day was when he had to bend over to get something out of a file cabinet, although it took all her strength not to put her palms on those firm cheeks and squeeze.
Shit, she was exhausted. Nothing else would account for why she couldn't even look at her graphic artist without going into spontaneous heat. She'd always been attracted to him---from the moment he'd arrived at her office, carrying his portfolio under his arm and begging to be a part of the new team she was putting together at Prince and Hart Advertising. His good looks hadn't been why she hired him, but it sure wasn't a strain to have a guy so easy on the eyes in her line of vision for the long hours they worked.
"Pot's a-brewing," Ben said as he came striding back into the workroom they jokingly called the Batcave. He plopped down in one of the big chairs at the conference table, leaned back, and stretched his heavily muscled legs out in front of him. Toeing off both his loafers, he wiggled his toes. "Now we can get down to business."
Business. Although that was what she was supposed to be thinking about, it was hard when Ben was around. Every bit as light as Corey was dark, he was as appealing as a warm spring day after a long, cold winter. Blond as a California surfer. Blue eyes as clear as a virgin sea. And a sleek swimmer's body. Ben in a Speedo? A six-pack of abs with a blond happy trail down to his thick, hard cock... Her dry mouth started to salivate at the thought.
She really needed to stop thinking with her cunt and start thinking like an advertising project manager---one a good ten years older than her handsome graphic artist and gorgeous copywriter. I'm nothing but a fuckin' cliché of a cougar.
Tracey never did cliché.
Standing at the end of the table as Corey took a seat opposite Ben, she slapped both palms against the glass surface to wake them all up. "Okay, we're trashing everything and starting over, right?"
"Right!" they both replied.
"Then let's talk this out. How in the hell do we sell more Slugger Bars?"
"Doesn't help that all they want is print." Ben leaned forward, a thoughtful look on his face. Corey nodded. Not a surprise. Her guys were always in sync. "Won't even look at television or radio. Forget Internet promo."
"So old fashioned," Corey added.
"Well," Tracey replied, "Decadent Confections has been making Slugger Bars since World War II. They're old-fashioned candy bars." Then she froze as the idea hit her. It was akin to having an orgasm when a really good idea hit. Perhaps that was why she found her guys so exciting. Working with them was like foreplay. She wanted to wrap her legs around Ben while he thrust deep inside her pussy just as Corey put his lips on her tits---
"Tracey?" Ben asked. "You still with us?"
A chuckle slipped out. Hell, yes, she was with them, especially in her stupid fantasies. "I think I know what's wrong."
"Wrong with what?" Corey asked.
"Our approach," she replied. "We tried to tackle this ad campaign like it was just another client."
"What are you talking about?" Ben asked, arching a blond eyebrow.
"Slugger Bars. They're not just another candy bar. They're old fashioned, and that's what we need to emphasize. Instead of trying to make the product look like it's hip and new---"
"Which would be impossible," Ben said with a rueful chuckle.
"---we need to sell it for what it truly is," Tracey finished, running with the inspiration. "A nostalgic product. Retro."
"Traditional." Corey jumped into her thought process.
Ben's nod didn't come as a surprise. "Take a trip to the past."
"The perfect slogan!" Tracey hugged herself. "That's why I love you guys. You can read my mind."
Both men jumped up, moving to Corey's table as Tracey followed. Grabbing a pencil and a fresh piece of paper, Corey started to sketch. Before long, the image took shape, and Tracey grinned. "You boys make me so happy."
When Ben leaned over to kiss her cheek, she felt her face flame and her womb contract in response. "Not as much as we could, if you ever gave us the chance," he said with a wink. "And you know we want a chance."
"Quit it," she said, wishing she didn't physically react to them every time they were close. A forty-one-year-old woman shouldn't get wet between the thighs whenever either of her handsome employees said anything remotely sexual. They were just teasing. And they couldn't possibly know how often she thought about them, especially when she crawled into her lonely bed each night. "You shouldn't kiss me. That's sexual harassment."
"No, it's not," Corey replied, glancing up and paralyzing her with that toothpaste-commercial smile. "You're our boss. If you came on to us, that would be sexual harassment. Us coming on to you, that's just...natural. You're the best-looking woman in the whole firm."
"In the whole city," Ben added, his smile every bit as stunning.
"Come off it." She playfully slapped Corey's shoulder and shook her head at Ben. "I'm old enough to be your---"
"Girlfriend?" Ben said with a smirk. "I'm twenty-seven, Tracey. Corey's the same. You couldn't be my mother unless you had me in kindergarten."
"Me, either," Corey added. "What are you, thirty? Thirty-one?"
"Damn, but you're both good for my ego. Quit teasing and let's get to work."
Four a.m. Not unusual to still be at the office, but this had been one of their most productive late-night sessions. Corey and Ben were their usual brilliant, and with Tracey's guidance, they'd pulled together a series of three print ads that she could present to Decadent Confections in---
Shit! The client was going to be there in four hours. She resigned herself to a "truck-stop bath" and quickly took inventory of what clothes she had hanging in the closet of her tiny office. Maybe she could catch a quick nap on her desk. "You guys saved my ass," she said as she watched Corey toss his pencil at a dozing Ben.
Ben snorted and jerked before opening his eyes and grinning. "Breakfast, anyone? Steak 'n Shake should have our usual table reserved."
"I need to try to sleep a little first," Tracey replied before a big yawn shook her entire body. "Client will be here at eight. He's gonna love your work."
Picking up Corey's final drawing, she smiled. A gray-haired man held a Slugger Bar as he stared into a mirror. His reflection was a freckled-face, redheaded boy who grinned in delight. The words "Let a Slugger Bar remind you of who you really are..." were stenciled in an arc around the top of the mirror and "Take a trip to the past..." around the bottom. Decadent Confections would love it as much as she did. The Dream Team had triumphed yet again. "I'm so proud of you guys," she said as she set the drawing down on top of the rest they'd prepared for the presentation. "You never let me down."
Corey came up behind her, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and pulled her back against him. His height made her feel almost dainty being as she barely reached his shoulders. "You never let us down, either, Trace." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
Ben planted himself in front of them, framing her face in his hands. "You're the best boss ever, Tracey." He brushed a quick kiss on her lips.
Heat exploded inside her, settling between her thighs and making her heart pound a furious beat. Their masculine scent and warmth seemed to wrap like tendrils around her senses, making her forget for a moment that they were her employees and that she was too old for them. She wanted them. Both. Naked. In her king-sized bed. And what the fuck was wrong with her?
"I...I need to go," she said, awkwardly extracting herself from their threesome of an embrace. She hurried out of the workroom before she embarrassed herself.
"Damn it." Ben ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I pushed too hard."
"No, we both did," Corey added as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought we might've finally had her there. She dropped her guard for once. I'm sure of it."
"If she did, it was only for a moment." Ben shook his head. "Not here. She'll never let her guard completely down here."
"You're right. But she practically lives here. How are we gonna lure her away? And to where?"
Figuring this was going to be a long conversation, Ben slipped his shoes back on his feet. "Let's grab some breakfast and make some plans."
"Steak 'n Shake?"
"Where else?"
Chapter 2
"Another serving of pancakes?" their waif of a waitress asked. Damn, but she was far too perky for that ungodly time in the morning. She batted her heavily mascaraed eyes at Ben, and he had to swallow a groan. Twenty-something skinny girls had never been his type. He liked his women older, smarter, with blonde, spiked hair and a sassy, bossy attitude. And he liked his men exactly like Corey.
"Couldn't eat another bite," Corey replied before he held up his cup. "A refill would be nice though."
"Sure thing, cutie," the waitress replied before she slopped some more coffee into this cup, letting some of it spill over as she watched Corey's face instead of what she was doing. "Oopsie."
He grabbed some napkins and blotted at the dark liquid. "No problem." With a quick flip of the back of his hand, he waved the girl away. Not surprising because Corey had the same crush on Tracey that Ben did.
No, more than a crush. They both had it bad for her, had fallen for her fast and hard and probably for life. "So what do we do now?" Ben asked.
"Figure out a way to lure her away from the Batcave. The more time she spends there, the more she slips away."
Corey nodded as he ripped open four packets of sugar and let the granules sluice into his coffee. "It's like she has on...I don't know...a suit of armor when she's there."
"An impenetrable suit of armor," Ben added. "One I'd really like to wrench right off her. How in the hell can you drink that with that much sugar?"
Corey shrugged as he smiled. "What can I say? I'm a sugar junkie." His smile faded. "Are you sure she won't think we're perverts or something?"
"Nah," Ben replied. "I've watched her closely, especially these last three months, once I realized...Well, once I realized what we both felt about her."
"And?"
"She might never have been in a sharing situation before, but there's an attraction. To both of us. Has been from the start, just like between us. Didn't you feel it today? When we both touched her, didn't you feel it? The connection between all of us?"
A chuckle rumbled from the man who'd quickly become Ben's best friend before he also became his lover. From the moment they'd sat in the waiting room, talking quietly as they waited for an interview to be a part of a new advertising team at Prince and Hart, they'd both just known that they belonged together. A celebratory beer after their chats with Tracey Daniels had set them on the path they now walked. A shared confidence when they'd drunk a little too much had landed them in a relationship, as if their coming together had been predestined. Not that anyone else knew they were a couple. Evidently, not even their perceptive boss.
They shared so many likes---bad B movies, Budweiser Light, a good game of Call of Duty. And Tracey Daniels. "My dick was hard as concrete," Corey finally admitted.
"Mine, too. God, but Tracey is the hottest woman I've ever seen." He was getting a boner just thinking about her, but the desire didn't suppress a shuddering yawn. "Wanna crash at my place again? It's closer."
"That'd be great." Corey jerked a wallet out of his back pocket and dropped a five-dollar bill on the table. "I suppose we should just move in together one of these days."
"We've talked about this before. We will. When we all move in together."
"You're a lot more confident than I am that she'll come around."
"Because I know she will." Ben nodded at the table. "Quite a tip for Miss Flirt," he commented as he picked up the check she'd left next to the extra napkins. When Corey tried to snatch it away, Ben shook his head. "Nope. You got the last one."
"I don't honestly remember anymore."
"Let's just say we both pay our share." His phone signaled a text message. "Must be Trace." He checked his watch. "Meeting can't be over yet."
Touching the screen, he opened the text just as Corey's phone chimed. Since the message was from Tracey, he figured it duplicated his own.
How would you feel about a trip to D.C. corporate?
"Looks like we're going on a road trip," Ben said.
"But isn't Decadent Confection headquarters in Indiana?"
"Indianapolis, I'm pretty sure." They could get Tracey away from the Batcave. That's what they wanted to do. Going to Indianapolis might be the perfect opportunity. She'd be alone with them after all their meetings were done, and then he and Corey could put on the full-court press. "They have hotel rooms in Indiana, right? And they fuck up reservations all the time, right? Perhaps they could screw up two rooms and only book one."
Corey's grin told Ben he got the plan. "They'll fuck 'em up if I make sure of it. Especially if I make sure we get that one room with a king-sized bed. When are we leaving?"
Chapter 3
"One room?" Tracey hated the panicked squeal in her voice and resisted the urge to pound her fist on the elegant granite of the reception desk. "There are supposed to be two! We need two rooms!"
The day from hell. The whole fucking day had been the day from hell. Their flight was late arriving, so they finally got into Indianapolis two hours past the scheduled meeting time. Decadent Confections canceled that meeting, the man they were to pitch claiming he had other meetings that afternoon and rescheduled the Dream Team for tomorrow at ten. That meant shifting tomorrow's early morning flight to an afternoon flight. Now, after driving all over Indianapolis to find the D.C. office, getting lost time and time again, and taking forever and a damned day to find the hotel, Tracey's taut patience had come to an end.
"I'm really sorry," the petite brunette behind the tall counter said as her hands flew over the keyboard. "The reservation only shows one room. A king suite, actually."
"Then change the reservation," Tracey insisted. "Change it now. We need two rooms."
"Um...I...I can't," the girl insisted, making Tracey want to grab the kid by her starched shirt and shake her until her teeth rattled. "We're booked up."
"Booked up? We're in Indianapolis, not New York City!" She hated sounding like some disgruntled bitch, but...geesh. The day just kept on giving. A glance back to Ben and Corey told her something was up. They looked like adolescent boys who were trying not to giggle at being caught peeking in the women's locker room at some high school. She shot them a maternal glare that only made them smile more.
Oh, yes. Something's up.
The clerk finally stopped typing and glanced up at Tracey. "Um...There aren't any other rooms. I'm sorry. I can try another hotel, but..."
"But what?"
"They've got to be booked too. It's FFA week."
"FFA? What in the hell is FFA?"
The brunette actually gaped at Tracey with an open mouth like she thought she was dense. So help me God, if she says "duh," I'm going to get her fired.
"Future Farmers of America," the receptionist replied. "They have a huge convention here every year. Every hotel around the Convention Center is packed to the rafters. I could try outside of town...but..." Her nonchalant shrug almost pushed Tracey over the edge.
The whispers that drifted over to Tracey from Ben and Corey made her heave a sigh and shake her head. Having only one room hadn't been an accident. No, her guys had planned this. What exactly were they hoping to accomplish by making sure they stayed three to a room? Had her Dream Team suddenly morphed into naughty frat boys? Did they think Indianapolis was like Las Vegas---what happened in the Hoosier state stayed in the Hoosier state? Had they lost their minds?
Fine. One room it is. She'd hog all the counter space in the bathroom with her makeup and sleep on a chair. The television would never stop on ESPN, either.
Fuck, I need a drink. I need several drinks.
"Where's the bar?"
"We should go get her," Ben insisted. "She's been down there for almost an hour."
Corey took a last look around the room. It was nicer than he'd expected. Opulent, actually, considering they were in Indianapolis. He hadn't expected the high-end fixtures. Flat-screen television. Brocade bedspread on the enormous bed. The view of the city was gorgeous. "Yeah, she oughta be relaxed by now."
"Or drunk."
"Tracey won't get drunk. Just tipsy. How many times have we gone out with her? She never loses control."
"But we want her to lose control."
"Yes. And no. We want her to lose some of her inhibitions, but we don't want to take advantage of her. If she's drunk, it's hands off," Corey said, heading to the door as Ben fell in step behind him.
"Absolutely. So let's find her before she gets too relaxed."
The bar was dark, smoky, and quiet. After his eyes had a chance to adjust to the dim light, Corey started scanning the place to find Tracey.
"I don't see her," Ben said.
"Me, either. Is this the only bar?"
"Supposed to be a piano bar closer to the foyer. Why don't we head there?"
The sounds of a melodic voice singing "Torn Between Two Lovers" reached Ben's ears just as he saw the entrance to Eighty-Eight Keys. "She's pretty good," Corey commented as Ben followed him inside. "I love eighties tunes."
"Me too---" His word seemed to freeze in his throat the same time they both skidded to a stop.
"Holy shit. That can't be..."
"Oh, hell, yes. It sure is."
Tracey sat at the black baby grand, her slender fingers moving gracefully over the keys as she sang into a microphone. The patrons were quiet, not indulging in private, buzzing conversations. Probably because they were as enthralled with Tracey's wonderful voice as Ben was. Their boss had been holding out on them. She was talented, playing like she'd been born with the skill and singing as if she was entirely comfortable in front of a crowd.
"She's good," Ben whispered.
"Damn right, she is," Corey whispered back, not wanting to break whatever spell Tracey was casting over the room. They stood side by side until she warbled the last word of the song and slowly pulled back her hands.
Her eyes locked on them as if she knew they were standing there waiting for her. A smile lit her face, one so beautiful it literally stole his breath away. With a smile of his own, he crooked his finger to motion her off the dais. Time had come to set their plan in motion.
Stepping down, Tracey wove through the tables, stopping to acknowledge what were probably compliments from the people in the bar. She flitted through the place like a busy bee landing on several flowers until she finally stopped in front of Ben.
"Feeling better?" he asked, reaching for her hand. When she let him keep holding it, he tried to mask his surprise.
"Much. Amazing what a few dirty martinis and a couple of songs will do."
Her speech wasn't slurred, nor did she smell of alcohol, which convinced him she wasn't drunk. "Aren't you tired?"
"Not really," she replied. "You guys hungry? We didn't have much of a supper."
"Oh, I don't know," Corey said. "Splitting a twenty chicken nugget meal? Highlight of my day."
"Well, if you're not here to take me to a restaurant, what d'ya want?" Tracey's gaze kept shifting between the two men.
"To talk to you." Ben pulled her closer. "Want another drink?"
"Might not be a good idea. Need to keep my wits about me if I'm with you two."
"Why?" Corey asked.
"'Cause you're both too smart for me," she said before she dropped Ben's hand. "Know what? Maybe I will have that drink." Before he could say anything, she strolled back over to the bar and plopped her pretty ass down on a barstool. "How 'bout another dirty martini?" she asked when the bartender flopped a napkin in front of her.
"I'll have one too," Corey said, sitting to Tracey's right.
"Make that three." Ben took her left.
Tracey put a polished finger on the napkin and spun it against the wooden surface. "So...boys. Either of you wanna tell me why we're sharing a room? 'Cause I know it wasn't an accident or a bungled reservation."
Ben's gaze caught Corey's. The moment of truth had arrived, and he knew Corey wanted him to take the lead now. A few long moments passed before Ben nodded and struggled to find just the right words. "Look, Tracey...We've been planning something like this for a while." He paused as the bartender and a cocktail waitress set their drinks down in front of them before stepping away. Lifting the glass, Ben sipped the alcohol, hoping it would supply him with some false courage.
He was a word man. Always had been. So why was it so damned difficult to say what he needed to say?
Because his future happiness---Corey and Tracey's future happiness, too---was on the line. If he ever needed the right words, now was the time.
Plucking the tiny plastic sword from her drink, Tracey ran her tongue around the speared olive. All Ben could think of was what that pink tongue could do to his dick. It was already standing at attention, making him shift uncomfortably. He downed his own martini in one gulp.
So they've been planning this for a while. Tracey sucked the gin-and-vermouth-soaked pimento out of the olive before sinking her teeth into the green flesh. Perhaps she wasn't the pervert she feared she was.
The men were already lovers. That much was plain in the surreptitious glances, the gentle touches. She knew they still had separate apartments, but they walked into the Batcave together almost every day, so they had to be sleeping together at night. And now they had their sights set on adding her to their pair. Tingles raced the length of her body as she imagined the three of them, bodies entwined.
She should have walked away. Hell, she should have run... But she didn't. Perhaps she could simply go ahead and fuck their brains out and blame it on the martinis. Perhaps she should sleep on a couch in the lobby. Perhaps she should remind them---yet again---that she was their boss and older than they evidently realized. But she wouldn't.
Taking a sip of her martini as two pairs of eyes bored through her, Tracey made up her mind. For once in her life, she was going to reach for happiness with both hands.
Damn the consequences. Full speed ahead.
The Dream Team was going from workroom to bedroom.
Throwing back the rest of her drink, she set the glass down and pushed it away. "Let's go, boys."
Chapter 4
Riding in the elevator seemed to take ten times longer than normal, probably because stupid kids in bright blue FFA corduroy jackets got on and off on almost every floor. Who knew that many people planned on being farmers? Since everything inside Tracey was already thrumming from the martinis and the notion that her guys wanted to take her to bed, to share her, her patience barely held. Ben fumbled with the electronic key, and she almost snatched it out of his hands to open the door herself. Thankfully, he got it on the third try and pushed the door open to let her enter the suite.
The bed had already been turned down and the curtains pulled shut. The lights held at a dim level, and soft music played from the television. Probably some satellite radio station. The mood had been properly set. Ben and Corey had clearly planned this, just as they said. Heat flooded her body, forcing moisture between her thighs and her nipples to harden even as warning bells chimed inside her head.
Don't do it, Tracey!
You're their boss.
You're so much older than they are.
You're drunk.
Fuck it. You only live once!
Tracey kicked off her shoes before peeling off her tight suit jacket and flinging it over one of the chairs. Taking a breath for courage, she put her hands on her hips and turned to face Corey and Ben. "Well, after all your teasing and flirting and...less-than-subtle innuendos, you've finally got me alone and willing. What do you plan to do about it, boys?"
Corey reacted first. Not a surprise. He'd always been her action guy. His jacket soon covered hers. He jerked at his tie until he whipped it out of his collar and over his head. Then he moved in front of her. She decided to have mercy on him and helped with the buttons on the front of his shirt, opening them slowly to reveal the patch of dark hair she'd been dying to touch. Smoothing her hands over his chest to spread the shirt open, she couldn't stop herself from leaning in to rub her nose in the crisp curls. He smelled like male---sexy with a hint of spice. When she licked his nipple, Corey groaned and worked his arms out of his shirt before pulling it out of his pants and tossing it aside.
Ben had evidently been busy stripping as well because when he pressed himself up against her back, Tracey could feel the heat from his bare chest. His hand found the zipper on the back of her skirt and slowly dragged it down before he pushed the garment over her hips until it fell to the floor. As she kicked it aside, he worked on the button on the back of her silk shell. "Lift your arms, Trace," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on her skin and making her pussy clench in need as he tugged up her shirt. "Time to get this off you."
Since she'd had to stop kissing Corey's chest, she forgot to lift her arms and instead got to work on his pants by unfastening his belt and pulling it free of the belt loops. She pressed her palm against the front of his zipper, loving the feel of his erect cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. "Nice. Very nice."
"Glad you approve," Corey said with a smile, pushing his groin against her hand. "Now be a good girl and do as Ben says. Lift your arms." He helped Ben pull her shirt over her head.
Standing there in nothing but her beige bra and thong, she couldn't help but worry that her guys wouldn't like what they saw. They were probably used to younger girls. Girls whose boobs were still perky. Gravity wasn't the friend of a forty-one-year-old with C-cup tits.
Before she could stop him, Ben popped the back clasp of her bra and eased it off her. It took all her strength not to immediately try to cover her breasts with her hands.
"God, I knew you'd have the best tits. I just knew it," Corey said before he swooped down to draw a nipple into his mouth and drive her insane with suction.
Tracey felt like lightning had hit her directly in the breast, and the fire spread through every limb and forced a gush of juice from her pussy. A groan escaped her lips before Ben gently turned her head back enough to settle his mouth on hers. A fast, hard kiss before he pulled away.
Her body became a mêlée of sensation, threatening to drown her. Her cunt throbbed in want as her nipples peaked into hard nubs. Two men were making love to her. Not any two men---her men. Her Ben and her Corey. The men she'd desired from the moment she'd met them. She'd died and gone straight to heaven.
Ben's hands fumbled with her thong, but Tracey wriggled and spread her legs to help him remove it. The last piece of her clothing removed, she decided it was time to level the playing field. "Your turn, gentlemen. Pants off now! I'm not gonna be naked all alone."
She'd never seen people drop their drawers so fast. Before she could blink a couple of times, her surfer boy and her dark Romeo were naked. Strolling over to the bed, she lay down as she watched them turning to follow her with their eyes. As she settled against the pillows, she drank her fill of their incredible bodies.
Corey. Dark. Everywhere. A thick pelt of hair on his chest that thinned to a happy trail and thickened to a nest around his fat cock. The engorged head looked almost purple as it jutted out, a small drop of pre-cum emerging from the slit. Tracey licked her lips again, anticipating the salty, tangy taste of him.
Ben. Light. Everywhere. His skin was pale and inviting, his chest smooth enough she wondered if he waxed. The tight curls around his groin were a light brown, darker than the hair on his head. His dick was longer than any she'd ever seen.
Ah, how she loved variety. Sliding over to the center of the bed, she threw them an inviting smile and patted the soft sheets on either side of her. Her guys scrambled onto the bed. "So," she said, reaching for the parts of them she'd fantasized about for far too long, "who does what first? This is my first threesome. I'm not sure of the rules." She stroked each of their hard cocks from base to tip and back again. "Who brought the condoms?"
Corey, as always, moved first. Grabbing his bag, he jerked out a box of rubbers and ripped it open. Then he tossed a string of them onto the night table. He reached for her face, laying a warm palm against each cheek before pressing his lips to hers. After only a moment of gentle pressure, he swept his tongue inside her mouth.
Damn, but he could kiss. She loved his taste. Man with a touch of vermouth. Delicious. Letting go of Ben's erection, she rolled toward Corey, wanting to experience the kiss better by pressing her body against his.
Evidently feeling left out, Ben sidled over to mold against her back, fitting his cock between her upper thighs so he could rub against her pussy. She hummed as she kissed Corey, loving the feel of two hands cradling her face while two more reached around her to palm her breasts.
"You're right, Corey. She's got great tits." Ben kissed the tender place where neck met shoulder while his fingers plucked at her nipples, sending zings shooting down her belly. "And that pussy. She's so wet already."
One of Corey's hands left her face, sliding down her arm to her hip before working across to the juncture of her thighs. His fingers pressed between her folds as Ben pulled his cock back. "So wet. So perfect," Corey said as he ended their kiss. "I want to be here." He pushed a finger deep inside her.
"Right where I'd like you to be," she replied before a moan slipped out when he added a second finger.
"I've thought about this forever, Tracey," Corey said. "Both of us have."
"Seriously? Why?" The silly words slipped through her lips before she could stop them. Alcohol had dulled her wits. And obviously her judgment. Nothing between them would ever be the same after tonight, and she hadn't decided if that was a good or a bad thing. By fucking her guys, she might be destroying her Dream Team. At that moment, she wanted them both so desperately, she wasn't sure she cared. There was more to life than work, and damn, but she never, ever believed she'd think that.
"You don't have an ounce of vanity in you, do you?" Ben kissed her, then whispered in her ear. "Because you're gorgeous." His hands swept around to cover her ass. "Because you're sexy. Because you drive us both insane."
"Because I can't wait another minute. Hand me a condom, Ben." Ripping it open, Corey sheathed his cock before rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs, that thick cock nestled against her mound. "Me first."
With a chuckle, Ben turned her face until he could kiss her, his tongue mating lazily with hers just as Corey nudged the head of his cock against her entrance. Her left hand settled on Corey's tight ass while her right stroked Ben's shaft. Ben's kiss smothered her moan when Corey plunged inside her body.
It felt like he'd waited for this moment forever. Corey pulled back and sank into her snug cunt again, marveling at how wonderfully she fit him. Her muscles squeezed him tight when she raised her legs to lock her ankles behind his back. Normally, he had great self-control, being able to teeter on the edge of release or pull back before the point of no return. Tracey snatched that control away without even trying. She just felt so...right. Making love to her was as perfect as the first time he'd made love to Ben. They'd been right---she would make them whole.
Withdrawing, he slid almost free of her body before plunging back inside. Her moan reached deep inside him, making him speed up the pace. In and out. In and out. He continued until he couldn't take much more, but he'd be damned if he'd come before she found her own bliss. Raising his gaze to Ben, he tried to let him know his help was needed. Surely his lover would recognize just how close to release Corey was getting.
Smiling against Tracey's lips, Ben kissed her again before his head dropped to her breasts. The visual of Ben drawing one of Tracey's spectacular raspberry nipples into his mouth as Corey fucked her almost finished him off. Then the most wonderful thing happened. Tracey bucked beneath him, gasping as her pussy contracted around him. With a shout, Corey let his blazing orgasm wash over him.
Sanity was a long time returning to Tracey as she let the lingering aftershocks race over her body. Vaguely aware of Corey withdrawing and flopping to her side, she could only smile as she waited to see what came next. Hopefully, Ben. He'd stopped taunting her nipple and was tracing her belly button with his fingertip. Her voice was still shaky when she spoke. "So, it's time to please my word man."
Ben reached for a condom, but Tracey took it from his hands. Instead of ripping it open right away, she leaned down to run her tongue around the crown of his cock, licking off the fluid leaking from the tip. His groan made her smile before she took him in her mouth. He tasted slightly salty, and she savored the hot, soft flesh as she stroked his harness with her tongue. "Tracey...please," he said with a growl.
Lifting up, she pushed his shoulders until his back was pressed against the sheets. She picked up the condom, opened it, and unfurled it slowly over his cock as Corey rolled to prop himself up on an elbow. "Can I watch? Shit, you two are hot."
"By all means," she saucily replied as she straddled Ben's hips. He held his hard shaft still while she eased him inside her. Throwing her head back, she hummed in appreciation when he rocked his hips up, thrusting deep into her body.
Corey scooted closer, his hand settling on the small of her back while Ben fucked her. She arched back, taking Ben deep while enjoying Corey's touch.
Their rhythm increased as Ben's hands settled on her hips. "Damn, Trace. You feel so good."
"So do you." Those were the last coherent words Tracey could form as she let her body take control of her mind. Corey rose to put a strong hand behind her neck and pull her mouth to his. His tongue rubbed across hers, adding to the pleasure. Suddenly, everything inside her tightened as she squeezed Ben's cock until the splendor washed over her again. With a smothered cry of surrender against Corey's lips, she came, thrilled to hear Ben's shout as he thrust up into her one last time.
When Tracey came out of the bathroom, the men were kissing as each stroked the other's hard cock. Her boys sure had quick recovery time. Watching them pet each other as their mouths and tongues danced was one of the most erotic images she'd ever seen. She'd never thought about guy-on-guy before, not realizing how exciting it could be to see two males making love. The image made her sated body quickly flare back to life.
Ben's gaze rose to hers as he tore his lips away from Corey. "Like what you see, baby?"
She eased closer to the bed. "Oh, yes. You two are smokin' hot. Eye candy for the boss."
Glancing over his shoulder, Corey grinned at her. "By all means then...join us."
"I don't know...you look pretty content with just the two of you." She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "And I really like what I'm seeing."
"She likes to watch," Corey said, turning back to Ben and running his fingers the length of Ben's cock. Then, without a word of warning, he leaned down to deep throat his partner.
Ben hissed and threaded his fingers through Corey's long hair. Watching them pleasure each other became too sexy to simply observe. She had to participate. Tracey knelt on the mattress and crawled closer, figuring she knew the perfect way to join the fun. Just as Corey had caught Ben by surprise, she did the same when her hand wrapped around Corey's stiff dick. He didn't stop what he was doing, but he growled as he pulled back to run his tongue around the purple crown of Ben's penis, licking away the clear fluid pooling at the tip.
Thinking she was in control, Tracey became the one to react in surprise when Ben grabbed her thigh, dragged her closer, and sank his fingers deep inside her. Her body became a mass of need as he fucked her with his fingers, stopping every now and then to squeeze and rub her clitoris. Between what she saw, what she tasted, and what she felt, it didn't take long before an orgasm washed over her. The men seemed to sense her climax, Ben increasing his friction while Corey stopped going down on Ben and shifted to suck one of her nipples deep into his mouth. They left her entirely satisfied and panting for breath.
"So, Ben...Should we give her the whole show?" Corey asked, grabbing another condom and a small bottle of lube from the nightstand.
Rolling to her side, she propped herself up on one elbow. "The whole show?"
"Ever watched a guy fuck another guy, love?" Ben crawled over to kneel in front of Corey on all fours. "Corey's gonna fuck me right in front of you." He shot a hesitant smile at her. "That is, if you wanna watch..."
"Hell, yes, I wanna watch!"
"And we want you to watch," Corey said, rolling the condom over his thick cock and then smearing lubrication over the length of it. He slapped Ben's ass before leaning down to lick the red mark he'd made on the pale skin. "My guy likes it rough, don't you, Ben?"
"Quit playing around and fuck me," he replied, wiggling his ass. "I'm ready."
This was better than porn. A burst of heat rolled through Tracey, settling between her legs, making her wet. Just watching Corey smear lube over Ben's tight hole before jamming a finger deep inside him was almost enough to make her come again. She'd never felt so free with her own sexuality, and she hadn't realized how exciting it would be to share so much with her new lovers.
Corey settled behind Ben, inching his dick inside him. After a few small pushes, he grabbed Ben by the hips and thrust deep inside. Tracey's body tightened in response, her hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit.
Pulling back, Corey slammed into Ben, his balls slapping against Ben's ass. The faster Corey fucked Ben, the faster Tracey stroked herself. The three were sharing this experience, and she didn't even have to touch them to enjoy what was happening.
Ben came first, all but shouting as he pushed back hard against Corey. Tracey followed close behind, keeping her eyes open as the spasms racked her body so she could see Corey pound into Ben a few more times before rearing his head back and growling as he climaxed.
Chapter 5
Nothing had ever seemed as awkward as this breakfast. The hotel restaurant had great food, but it all tasted like ashes in Tracey's mouth. Her thoughts were in such turmoil, she wasn't sure she'd be able to make it through the meeting without having some kind of mental meltdown.
This was exactly what she'd feared. Once they crossed the boundary between professional and personal, she couldn't think about the business side of their relationship. In less than an hour, they'd be pitching their Slugger Bar ads to Decadent Confections, and all she could think about were Corey and Ben's glorious cocks and how much she wanted to drag them both back up to that enormous bed and pass the day doing nothing but being naked with her men. Not good. Not good at all.
Fuck. Fuckety-fuck!
Was nine in the morning too early to order a martini?
"We're golden," Ben said, dropping a dollop of butter on his pancakes and smearing it all around them before reaching for the syrup.
"More than golden. We've got this one in the bag," Corey added.
Tracey sipped her coffee and tried to think about Slugger Bars. As if.
"So, when we head back home, how do we decide whose place to stay at? I mean, 'til we figure out where to move in together," Ben asked, before he shoveled a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. A drop of syrup clung to his cleft chin, and before he wiped it away with a napkin, she contemplated leaning over and licking it off.
Then his words set in. 'Til we figure out where to move in together. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Corey answered her. "Ben and I have been talking about moving in together. Now, we figure it'll be the three of us shacking up at---"
She almost dropped her cup. "Oh, no. Hell, no. We can't. Everyone at the office would know."
"So what if they know?" Corey asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Who the fuck would care?"
"I would care." Her world was spiraling out of control. What happened between them all last night was life changing, too much so. How could her guys expect her to go from single, successful project manager to live-in lover of two men in just one night? Change had never been her strong suit. That amount of change was unthinkable. "I'm your boss. What would everyone say?"
"That we're incredibly lucky guys," Ben replied with a wink.
Corey grabbed a handful of sugar packets, ripped them open, and spilled them into his coffee, which had just been refreshed. Tracey held her mug while the middle-aged waitress filled it and moved on to the next table. "We can't move in together. In fact, we can't..." Saying the words was harder than she thought, but they had to be said. "We can't repeat what happened last night. Not ever again."
The men stopped eating and gaped at her. "Why the hell not?" Corey finally blurted out, setting his coffee aside and leaning across the table to glare at her. "Last night was---"
"A mistake!" Tracey hadn't meant to yell. People in the restaurant turned to stare. She tried to control her tone. "Last night was a mistake. We'd be risking our careers---"
"Bullshit!" Ben shouted, drawing more stares. He thankfully lowered his volume. "This has nothing to do with our careers, Trace, and you fucking well know it. You're afraid."
Of course I am! She wanted to scream the words. I'm afraid I'm in love with two men and no one will ever understand! Instead of letting the words slip out, she just shook her head. "I've worked hard to get to where I am at Prince and Hart. I can't just throw it all away because we had a romp in the sack when I'd had too much to drink."
"That's all you think happened last night?" Ben asked. "A 'romp in the sack?'"
She shrugged.
He slid his half-full plate away and narrowed his eyes at her. "You're wrong."
"No, I'm right. That's why you're both getting so mad."
"You're wrong, Trace," Corey echoed. "We had a connection last night, the three of us. And it scares the shit outta you, doesn't it?"
"Look, guys---"
"Don't throw this away," Ben said. "Just because you're afraid, don't throw this relationship away."
She had to swallow her feelings or she'd break down weeping and beg them to ignore her stupid words, take her home, and never let her go. And then her career would be over. "We don't have a relationship. We had a threesome. Sex. We had sex. That's all."
"We didn't have sex. We made love," Corey insisted. His hands were clenched into fists. Her surprise was seeing Ben's were as well. Corey had always been emotional, probably because he was an artist. But Ben? Coolheaded Ben?
Her instincts hadn't been wrong. She never should have let things go so far last night. Not only was turning their offer down the most painful thing she'd ever done, she knew the passionate, loving memories of the night they spent together would haunt her forever. "Can't we just all get back to our lives and call last night a fond memory?"
"We've got a meeting to get to." Scooting his chair back, Corey got to his feet. He pulled out his wallet, dropped some bills on the table, and walked away. Ben followed close on his heels.
"Shit," Tracey muttered to herself. Her stomach felt as if someone had tied her insides in knots. She should run after them, beg their forgiveness, and take them up on their offer. But then what would happen to her career? To their careers?
If anyone in the industry found out that Prince and Hart's Dream Team shared more than ideas, they'd become the laughingstock of advertising. While she might have enough money socked away to weather that kind of storm, Corey and Ben were still so new. They couldn't survive a nosedive like that. Her bosses would dismiss them all. No other firm would ever hire them---any of them. Just because she'd fallen in love with---
Love?
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
That was twice today she'd thought the word love in conjunction with Corey and Ben. She really was in love with them! Both! And now she would have no choice but to walk away from the potential of a relationship with any other man because she could never be satisfied with anyone but her guys.
Yes, she loved them.
Enough to save them from the bleak future they faced with her at their sides.
Chapter 6
"She's got another date," Corey grumbled when Ben strode into the Batcave. "The whole office is buzzing about it. Again. I've never seen people who like to gossip as much as the idiots who work here."
"I already heard," Ben replied, his own anger rising in response. Two weeks had passed since Indianapolis, and they'd tried not to hover over Tracey, giving her some space and hoping she'd come to her senses before too long. Why couldn't she see just how perfect they all were together? If only she'd give him and Corey a chance... "George in copy edits told me it's some accountant this time. You know what's so frustrating?"
"Besides the fact she treats us like she barely knows us?"
He frowned at Corey, hating the reminder of just how cold and distant the woman they loved had grown. "Besides that. It pisses me off that Trace was so worried about gossip if we all stayed together. Can't she see it wouldn't matter? There's more gossip about her love life now than if she'd simply settle down, even if it is with two men."
Dropping his pencil, Corey folded his arms over his chest. "How long are we gonna let this go on?"
With a shrug, Ben dropped his edited work on his desk. "We've talked about this. She's gotta figure this out for herself, hon."
"Think she'll figure it out while she's fucking some other guy? Doesn't the jealousy eat at you? 'Cause it's making me crazy."
"Of course it does. But we can't force her to love us the way we love her." God, but he was sick of her running away. Ben tried to take his mind away from the jealousy that knotted his gut at the notion of another man touching her, loving her. She belonged to him and Corey. Why couldn't she see that?
Trying to take his mind off his screwed-up love life, Ben looked over the new drawings for Decadent Confections and nodded in satisfaction. At least the work wasn't suffering---only he and Corey were.
D.C. had loved their ads for Slugger Bars so much, they asked the Dream Team to pitch more of their products. Tracey had thrown herself into the job from the minute they returned from Indianapolis. Ben and Corey had matched her pace at work, often putting in fourteen-hour days. It was clear she was displacing all her pent-up sexual frustration by obsessing over the D.C. promotion. If only they could convince her of that and get her to face what was really bothering her.
Ben wanted nothing more than to grab her, throw her over his shoulder, and drag her someplace where he and Corey could talk some sense into that stubborn head of hers. After what they'd shared in Indianapolis, he knew---as did Corey---that what they had was special. Probably a once-in-a-lifetime kind of connection that the three of them should be exploring and relishing, not running away from.
Yet he understood. Tracey might be tough as nails in business, but she was emotionally fragile. The fact she'd gone through with their night together had been the first time she let the fire walls surrounding her down enough to allow him and Corey to get close. Her withdrawal after shouldn't have been a surprise, but it still hurt. She was afraid of a broken heart. Didn't she know they'd protect her heart?
"You know," Corey said, forcing Ben to look up from the ads, "we could follow her. Make a little mischief for her tonight. Make sure that date doesn't go too far."
A smile crossed his lips. "That would be mean. And low. And sneaky. And a helluva lot of fun."
"Not denying it."
"And I'd love to. Go ask George what else he knows."
"Seriously, guys," Tracey said, whipping her head back around to look at Martin Hamilton. The lanky brunet was sipping his drink and staring at her from the table they'd shared. Hopefully, all he saw was a boss talking to her two employees. She folded her arms over her breasts and leveled a no-nonsense stare at Ben and Corey. "You need to go." Her luck of late had been running bad, and her date tonight had been no exception.
Martin was handsome, kind, and a lot closer to her age than Corey and Ben. She'd met him when he worked on the books at Prince and Hart, and they'd hit off a friendship pretty quickly. The way he stuttered a little when he talked to her told Tracey he was attracted to her, and she was honest enough to admit that she felt a spark of attraction to him. Until she thought of Ben and Corey. No one would ever compare to her guys. The same guys that had obviously followed her on her date. "I mean it. There are a ton of other restaurants. Just go to one of those."
Both Corey and Ben shook their heads, making her have to resist the urge to pound a fist on the table. "I heard this place has great steak," Ben replied with a grin she could only call smug, like he knew something she didn't. "Besides, we already ordered drinks."
"You won't leave?" she asked.
"Nope," Corey replied. "Just act like we're not here. Go on. Go have a nice time with your date." He fairly growled the last word.
Like it was possible to pretend they weren't close... Whenever they were near, her heart beat faster and her thoughts flew in turmoil. No way could she ignore them. "Whatever..."
Without a farewell, she headed back over to the table, slung the strap of her purse over the chair, and plopped down. "Sorry. Those two are my---"
"Employees," Martin said. He brushed some imaginary lint away from the sleeve of his blue suit with a flick of his fingers. "I met them when I did your books."
"Oh...um...good. They're nice guys." A waiter took their drink orders before heading toward the bar. "So tell me what it's like to be an accountant."
How Tracey kept herself from nodding off at dinner was beyond her. She'd mistakenly thought Martin was interesting. She'd been wrong. Horribly wrong. Once he started talking about his job, she'd had to reach deep down to find enough energy to force her eyes to remain open. She'd even had a rare after dinner coffee that did little to help.
Now, they stood outside her door, and Martin was doing the "lean"---pressing his hand to the wall behind her and encroaching on her personal space until their bodies touched. Not that she was surprised. When they'd passed Corey and Ben on the way out of the restaurant, he'd reached down to squeeze her butt and winked at them. He clearly thought he was getting laid, and he also thought other men would envy him for taking her home. All she'd seen was the inclination to commit murder and mayhem in her guys' eyes. Could they be jealous?
No. They'd clearly moved on. They had each other. They didn't need her now.
"So," Martin said, running the tip of his finger down her cheek to her chin, "you gonna invite me in?"
"Um...got a big day tomorrow." She gave an exaggerated yawn, hoping the guy could take a hint.
He didn't. "Well, then...you really need to get to bed early."
"Yep. Probably should. I'm sure I'll be asleep in no time."
"I can keep you up for a while." He pressed his hips against her. "You sure have me...up."
"Um...yeah. I think you've got the wrong idea, Martin. This is just a first date."
His hand ran over her shoulder and down her arm before falling away. "We're grown-ups, Tracey."
"So?" The lean was becoming a full-body press, and it was making Tracey have to kill the urge to bring her knee up and nail him in the groin.
"We don't need to act like teenagers. No chaste kiss on the front doorstep that leaves us both in knots of need. We can go up to your place and...get together." He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "I can make the ache go away."
Putting her hands on his chest, she tried to push him back. "Not tonight, Martin."
He shook his head. "You don't have to play hard to get with me. 'Cause I'm not hard to get."
"I'm not playing hard to get."
A smug smile crossed his lips. "I knew it. I knew you were ripe."
Her radar sounded a volley of warnings. "Ripe? What do you mean ripe?"
"Your biological clock's alarm is ringing, baby. You're looking for a guy to settle down with."
"I am? Gee, that's news to me. Didn't even realize my clock had an alarm. Sure it's not your cell phone or something?"
Since he just kept talking, he was obviously too stupid to get sarcasm. "I'm your guy."
Not even close. Because if she really was ready to settle down, it would be with two guys---two guys who made Martin look like chopped liver. "Goodnight, Martin." She tried to push him gently back again.
Evidently he was too stupid for subtlety as well. "C'mon, Tracey. Let's go upstairs."
"No, thank you. I'm exhausted. I've got a long day tomorrow and---"
He leaned in to try to kiss her. Tracey turned her head so all he did was slobber on her cheek. Tossing her a disgruntled frown, he said, "You won't do better than me."
"Excuse me?"
"At your age, you won't do---"
She'd heard enough, shoving him back hard with both hands before he even finished his ridiculous statement. Everything inside her wanted to scream at him that she wasn't desperate, that her age didn't matter. That two of the hottest guys in the world had been waiting for her---there for the taking---if only she would have found the courage to be with them.
Ben and Corey didn't care that she was forty-one. They didn't care that she wasn't mother material. And they didn't care that she worked sixty-hours a week.
Leaving Martin stuttering, she went inside and slammed the door.
"Will you calm down?" Ben said, opening the door to let him and Corey inside his apartment. In another week, the new condo would be theirs---the condo they hoped would be home. The condo they wanted to use to lure Tracey back to their sides.
"I'd like to, but I keep seeing that guy with his hands on Tracey's ass. You know, I'm not usually the type of guy who takes a swing at someone, but..." Corey rubbed his fisted right hand with his left fingers.
"You would have taken a swing at him, right?"
A nod as Corey released his fist. "I couldn't stand that he might touch her."
"I felt the same way. Patience, hon," Ben cautioned. "We have to let her figure this out."
Corey raised his eyes to meet Ben's. The pain there was plain. "What if she never figures it out?"
He crossed over to fold Corey in his arms. Even though they were close to the same size, it always felt like Ben was the stronger one in the relationship. Corey had always been emotional, tenderhearted, and easily bruised. An artist through and through. Ben hugged him hard. "She's a smart cookie, our Trace. She will figure it out." Pulling back, he kissed Corey hard. "And we'll always have each other."
Evidently, Corey needed to be touched tonight, because he pressed his lips against Ben's again, pushing his tongue into his mouth while he ground his pelvis against Ben's hardening cock. That was fine with Ben, because he needed to be touched tonight too. They both felt Tracey's absence in their hearts, their minds, and their bodies. Despite just one glorious night together, they knew she belonged with them. Until they could convince her of that, they'd cope by enjoying each other.
"I need you to fuck me," Corey said when he tore his lips away. His hands were already undoing the front of Ben's pants.
"Well, then...who am I to deny the man I love?" His fingers scrambled over the buttons on the front of his shirt and he toed off his shoes as Corey helped him out of his pants. Stripped down to his tight briefs, Ben returned the favor as he undressed Corey.
The man was not only an artist, he was a work of art. Dark and masculine everywhere. Brown eyes. Black-brown hair. A chiseled body decorated with hair in all the right places. Just furry enough to make Ben's mouth water. While Corey kicked his shoes and pants aside, Ben reached inside his plaid boxers to free his thick cock, tracing the veins with his fingertips before touching the pre-cum easing from the tip. "I love your dick."
Corey ran his hand the length of Ben's shaft. "Yours is pretty awesome too."
They kissed again, slowly walking their way to the bedroom. Damn, but Corey knew how to kiss---just the right amount of tongue. When they reached the bed, Ben finally ended the kiss and turned Corey in his arms. "You're getting that pretty little ass of yours fucked tonight."
"Shit, I hope so," Corey replied as he crawled on all fours to the middle of the bed.
"I love it when you let me have my way," Ben said with a chuckle as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand. As he worked some over his cock, he moved closer to Corey. Then he smeared some lube on his fingers and rubbed it against the tight little hole Corey was wiggling at him, the round cheeks of his perfect ass spreading in invitation.
Corey moaned when Ben's finger penetrated him. "You know the spot," Corey said, rocking back.
"Damn right, I do." He pulled his finger out, then pushed two back into Corey while he stroked until he found Corey's sweet spot.
"Oh, fuck." Rocking back against Ben's fingers, Corey started to pant. "That feels fantastic."
It was hard holding back, but Ben wanted to be sure Corey was close before he fucked him. Once he got his dick inside Corey, he knew he wouldn't last long. He wanted to bring Corey right to the edge before he possessed him.
Another moan rose from his lover. "Now, Ben. Please."
He didn't need to be asked twice. Once he pulled his fingers out, Ben positioned himself behind Corey and nudged his anus with the head of his cock, circling the little hole in a tease he knew wouldn't last long. Emotions were running high, so he knew Corey wouldn't last long, either. "Ready?"
"Past ready." He rocked back one more time. "Do it."
As Ben eased inside him past the tight ring of muscle, Corey pushed back hard, impaling himself until Ben's balls slapped against his. "I love it when you do that."
"Means I'm fucking you," Corey said before he moaned when Ben pulled almost out of him and then thrust back inside.
The rhythm was fast. Rough. Wonderful. As Ben slammed into his lover again and again, Corey's hand moved to his own cock. He stroked himself, obviously as ready to reach climax as Ben was.
They came together, Ben buried balls deep in Corey while Corey groaned and spent himself on the sheets. It was a marvelous feeling to know he'd brought his lover as much pleasure as Corey had brought him.
But just behind Ben's sated contentment was a sense that they were incomplete without Tracey. And he knew Corey felt the same when he headed to the bathroom instead of wanting time to cuddle.
If she didn't figure out soon how much she needed them---and how much they needed her---they would have to start the full-court press.
Because every day without her felt empty.
Chapter 7
Two weeks later...
"Good morning," Tracey said as she slipped out of her coat and hung it on the brass coat tree. "Are we ready to meet with Decadent Confections again this afternoon?"
Corey glanced up from where he was sketching on his draft table. "Hi, Trace. Ready as we'll ever be."
"Where's Ben?"
"He'll be here shortly. Since you're running a little late, figured he'd do a donut run. What with D.C. coming today, we both thought you could use a sugar buzz."
"You did?"
His soft chuckle floated across the room. "Think we didn't notice the drawer full of Ding Dongs and Zingers?"
Her guys didn't miss much, even though she'd tried hard to hide her carbohydrate addiction. "I hope he remembers---"
"The toasted-coconut ones. He'll remember. Ben remembers everything about you." He quietly added, "So do I."
Just like Tracey remembered everything about them. She took a seat at her desk and stared at Corey, recalling what it was like to weave her fingers through that long, dark hair. Keeping her distance at the office had become next to impossible. Every time she saw Corey or Ben, images floated through her mind from their night in Indianapolis.
She'd been such a fool to walk away from all they had to offer. But how could she possibly accept their suggestion that they continue their threesome? This was the real world. A sweaty romp in the sack while they were on a business trip might be chalked up to alcohol and curiosity. How could she ever explain to anyone that she was in love with two men---two much younger men? She'd become a laughingstock. No client would ever want to work with her or her Dream Team again.
She loved them anyway. She wanted to buy a nice condo, a king-sized bed, and a cocker spaniel and share their lives together. She wanted a happily ever after for three. Tears stung her eyes.
She didn't need a donut. She needed a damned drink.
"Earth to Tracey," Ben said, now standing beside her desk, a coconut-covered donut in his hand. "Want this?" The donut danced back and forth in front of her eyes.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He handed the sweet treat to her and walked slowly over to Corey's table. As the two talked quietly, turning back to cast a glance her way now and again, Tracey bit into the donut, not even enjoying the sweet rush of taste across her tongue.
Her phone rang. Grabbing the handset, she snatched it up, glad for the distraction. "Tracey Daniels."
"Ms. Daniels, Decadent Confections is here," the newest eye candy serving as receptionist buzzed in her ear. "Shall I put them in the conference room?"
"Please. We'll be right there." Dropping the handset back in the cradle, she said, "Showtime, boys." She stood up, smoothed her hand down her linen skirt, and strode to the door, Corey and Ben falling in step behind her, each carrying the drawings for the presentation.
"A toast!" Ben said, clinking his champagne glass against Corey's and then Tracey's. "The Dream Team scores again!"
A quick sip of the far-too-sweet pink champagne did little to raise her mood. Despite the fantastic day, Tracey couldn't get her thoughts to settle. Hell, she hadn't truly had a good thought for nearly a month. Ben and Corey had been carrying her, and she damn well knew it. If she didn't pull her head out of her ass soon, they wouldn't need her anymore. Not as a boss. Not as a friend.
All she wanted was one more chance. But how could she ask? They'd obviously moved on. They'd left what the three of them shared in Indianapolis behind, went back to their lives, and forgotten that one night in heaven. It was all she could think about, haunting her days and her nights.
One more chance---she wanted one more chance to go back and scream, "Yes! I want to be a part of your lives! Please love me the way I love you both!"
"What a day!" Corey raised his glass again before taking another swig. "Who would've thought a trip to Indianapolis would have ended up so fortuitous? We no longer represent just Slugger Bars, but all of Decadent Confections. We'll be working for them 'til we all retire."
"That'll be ten years less for me than you two," Tracey flippantly added before she polished off the rest of her champagne and wished she'd simply kept her mouth shut. Seemed the only thing that slipped out of her now whenever she was around Ben and Corey was sarcasm or self-deprecation. She hated this new side of her personality, and she didn't figure her guys appreciated it, either.
"Drink up, boss," Ben said, refilling her glass. "I'll order another bottle."
"But you guys have plenty of champagne left."
Corey was already waving at their waitress and giving her the sign for more. In the back of her mind, she hoped they were going to get her tipsy enough she could use it as an excuse to drag them both into a taxi and back to her place so she could fuck them all night long. They could re-create the magic of Indianapolis, and she could have more treasured memories to hold near to her broken heart.
And what would they think of her then?
The rest of the champagne was gone before the next bottle arrived. The fact she drank pink champagne instead of switching to dirty martinis said everything about her state of mind. She was set on a bender, even if she had to drink something she hated just because it pleased Ben and Corey. That's all she really wanted to do---please Ben and Corey. In so many ways...
Yep. The champagne was getting to her.
"We really should make this a true celebration," Corey said. She hated the way her guys kept shifting their gazes from each other to her and back again.
"This isn't a celebration?" Tracey asked, grabbing the bottle to refill her glass.
"It is," Ben said, "but we had something else in mind."
"Like dinner?" And me?
"Dinner, yes," Corey replied. "And then maybe some...dancing?"
Chewing on a salty pretzel, she considered telling them no. She should go straight home, crawl into her lonely bed, and try to maintain some professional distance. They barely functioned now, tiptoeing around the office like the carpet had been replaced with eggshells. If she let herself fall under their spell again... "I should head home." She faked a yawn. "I'm exhausted." Gulping down the drink, she pushed the glass aside and stood up. "You guys go on. Go have some fun."
Two men suddenly sandwiched her. "How about we all go together?" Corey asked, helping her slip the strap of her purse over her shoulder.
"That probably wouldn't be---"
Ben interrupted. "You're tipsy. We really need to be gentlemen and be sure you get home safely."
"I can hail a taxi---"
While Ben threw some cash on the table, Corey herded her toward the front door. "We'll go together. Besides, there's something Ben and I have been meaning to show you. Tonight's the perfect time."
"I really should just go home," Tracey insisted. Didn't they realize how much it killed her to be so close to them? Didn't they know that spending time alone with the men she'd fallen for was nothing short of agony when she couldn't touch them? They probably wanted to show her the place they were moving into together. That would be the only thing to make this situation an utter disaster. To find out the night she'd spent with them had meant everything to her and nothing to them---that they'd gone right on with their plans to buy a home together. Without her. "Seriously, guys. I wanna go---"
"With us." Ben's hand settled on the small of her back as he gave her a gentle push. "You're going with us, Trace."
Their subtle but gentle guidance had her in a taxi before she could find a way out of the situation. They rode in awkward silence until they hit a building she'd been keeping her eye on since it converted from apartments, remodeled, and went condo.
The place was only ten minutes from Prince and Hart, and Tracey had a real estate agent looking into any of the units going on the market. The guy had called last week when one was finally listed, but the damn thing sold before she could find a free night to get out there to see it. If she was honest with herself, she'd admit that she dragged her feet because she wasn't ready to put her signature on a purchase agreement---not by herself. In her fantasies, her two guys would be signing on the same dotted lines as they bought a home together.
I need another drink.
Ben told the driver to pull up to the building's front door. Before she could ask why, Corey stopped her by pressing his finger against her lips. "Patience, Tracey. Trust us." He ran his fingertip over her bottom lip before he pulled his hand away. The simple action set her blood on fire.
Ben crawled out of the taxi and reached a hand in to help her out while Corey got out on his side. Flanking her on either side, they led her to the front door. The doorman was evidently gone for the evening, but Corey entered a code in the front security pad, and the lock clicked open. They crossed the terrazzo floor to the ornate elevator. Ben pushed the up button while Tracey stared at him. "What are you two up to?"
"Be patient," Ben replied.
"If either of you tells me to be patient one more time..." The elevator doors opened, relieving her of coming up with some dire consequence that they had to know she'd never inflict.
They rose to the eighth and top floor, the same one as the condo she'd meant to look at. A million questions started flying through her mind. Were they the ones who bought the condo that had popped up on the market? How ironic would that be? Her dream men had bought her dream home. Without her. She swallowed hard, trying to get the lump in her throat forced down as tears stung her eyes.
After heading down a long hall, they stopped at an ornate entrance door and Corey opened the deadbolt with a key. Eight H. It was her condo.
Fuck my life.
Stepping inside, she let her anger swell. It wasn't fair! If she'd only taken a few hours away from work, she could have owned this place. And it was every bit as perfect as she'd imagined. Fucking perfect. From the hardwood floors to the cathedral ceilings with exposed wood beams. Even the furnishings were what she'd planned---a black leather sofa, an intricate Persian rug, and a gas fireplace.
"So you bought this place, huh?" Her voice sounded like she'd swallowed pure lemon juice, and it took all her strength not to start weeping.
"Yep. Moved everything in last weekend," Corey replied, kicking off his shoes. "Want a tour? You'll have to ditch the stilettos. Trying to keep the new floors nice."
She didn't want a tour. She wanted to go home to her pathetic and very lonely place and cry her eyes out. "I really should be leav---"
Ben stopped her by slipping her purse from her shoulder and tossing it on the breakfast bar. "Kick your shoes off, Trace. Come see our new home." He knelt down and slid one of her shoes off before helping remove the other. He set them aside before he kicked off his own.
Taking her hand in his, Corey led her through the great room toward the master suite. Done in shades of gold and brown, it was earthy and inviting---especially the king-sized four-poster bed on the raised dais. A skylight above it was the cherry on top.
A tear spilled over her lashes. Before she could wipe it away, Ben stepped in front of her. He captured her tear with his thumb. "What do you think, boss? Pretty nice, huh?"
All she could do was nod. The lump in her throat seemed to close off all her air.
Corey wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Think you might like living in a place like this?"
Another nod as she realized they were so close she could catch both of their unique scents, which made her other senses reel. If she was going to keep any kind of sanity, she needed to get some distance between them.
"Then we're here to give you another chance," Ben said, leaning in to press his lips against her cheek. "One more chance to make the right choice."
"What do you mean?" she squeaked out. "Make the right choice?"
Corey's lips brushed against her neck, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. "The right choice, Tracey. To move in with us. To be with us."
"Here with us," Ben said before kissing her lips. After a second of gentle pressure, she opened her lips to his insistent tongue, and he kissed her the way she'd imagined since the trip to Indianapolis. He stroked the roof of her mouth before letting his tongue duel with hers.
Moving behind her, Corey pressed his hips against her backside, the feel of his engorged cock leaving no doubt that he still desired her. "With us," he said. "We want it to be the three of us. Always. We bought this house to be our home."
Tearing her mouth away from Ben's, she let out a small sob. "But work...what about work?"
"Work is work. This is our lives," Ben said, framing her face in his hands. "Let the worry go, Tracey. Just let it go. For once in your life, take what you want and just...live."
"We love you, Tracey," Corey said, making her heart leap into a frantic beat.
"You do?" Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she couldn't seem to stop them.
"We do," Ben replied. "We have for the longest time."
Her heart felt near to bursting.
Chapter 8
This wasn't real---it couldn't be real. "You love me?" Tracey asked, fearing her happiness rested firmly in four strong hands.
"We love you," Ben and Corey replied in unison.
"I...I love you too." Once the words were out, the rest followed behind in a tumble of emotion. "I do. I love you both. I've loved you since the moment you came to my office that first time."
"Well, then..." Ben pressed another kiss to her lips. "Does that mean yes?"
She sniffled and nodded. "Yes! Of course yes!"
"And you'll stop worrying about work?" Corey's hand worked on the zipper of her skirt. "You know, we can always form our own firm."
"I don't care about work!" And Tracey meant it. For the first time in her life, her career wasn't the most important thing. She'd ignored love her whole adult life, wanting to be more, to do more. Funny, but what she'd neglected was herself. Her emotional well-being. "Can we do this? I mean...three of us, together? People will talk..."
"Who cares?" Ben replied. "People will always find something to talk about. So if they figure out we're a threesome, we're grist for the gossips. But only for a while. They'll eventually find something else to talk about."
"Besides," Corey added with a quick kiss to her shoulder as he worked on pulling her shirt from the waistband of her loosened skirt. "Think of what they'll say---about how hot they'll think you are to be able to satisfy two younger guys all by your pretty little self."
"You're a cougar, Tracey." Ben lifted her shirt over her head and cast it aside. "They'll think you're insatiable and a fantastic lover."
"And they'd be right." Wrapping an arm around her waist, Corey tugged her back against him and licked the sensitive skin of her throat. "You are a helluva lay, Tracey Daniels."
Something inside her felt free---like a caged bird that had been turned loose after far too long. She wanted to sing, to fly. "Then take me to bed."
The sounds of her guys chuckling warmed her. As Ben jerked the sheets back, Corey swept her into his arms. "Gladly," he said before setting her on the mattress.
She scooted to the middle as her men stripped. Damn, but they were handsome devils. Her gaze kept shifting between them as she admired every inch of skin. When their pants hit the floor, Tracey stared at their glorious cocks, licking her lips in anticipation. "Who goes first?"
Ben cast a glance and then a wink to Corey who nodded in response.
"What?" she asked. Not that they made her nervous with whatever conspiracy they seemed to be forming. She actually found it exciting, the not knowing what was to come. Two lovers sure left lots open to the imagination.
"No one goes first," Ben replied. "We all go together."
"Together?"
"Ever had that gorgeous ass of yours fucked, baby?" Corey asked. "I highly recommend it."
She squeaked out again, "Together?"
Both guys nodded. "I get that sweet pussy," Ben said, "and Corey gets your cherry ass."
Lightning raced through her limbs. She'd heard about three-ways that involved two guys possessing one woman at the same time. She'd even been curious enough to do a little naughty Internet investigation on it one night while she'd been fantasizing about Ben and Corey. And what she had found was hot---with a capital H. Heat swept through her cunt, making her womb do a delightful flip-flop. "We could...do that? Both of you inside me? At...at the...same time?"
Their smiles grew as the mattress dipped slightly with their weight. "Once we have you good and ready," Ben said, reaching down to stroke her thigh, "you'll love it."
"And we'll love it," Corey added as he leaned in to kiss her.
Her guys would never hurt her, and the entirely wicked side of Tracey was ready to follow wherever they led. Ben's hand slid up until he caressed her pussy, his clever fingers separating her folds and quickly finding her sensitive clitoris. She arched her hips up as she moaned into Corey's mouth. His tongue slid deep inside to silence her as his hand covered her breast, stroking and teasing until her nipples hardened and her cunt tightened.
"She's so hot," Ben said, reaching over to the nightstand. He plucked a bottle of lube from the drawer as Corey lifted his head and smiled down at her.
"Damn hot," he said. "Trace, baby? Ben and I...we don't use condoms with each other. We're both clean, but if you want...I mean...we don't want to get you pregnant or anything."
"We've got rubbers," Ben added, setting the lube down and grabbing a box. He held it up to show her. "We can use them if---"
"I'm on the pill," she said, "and I trust you both. We don't have to use them if you don't want."
Their responding smiles were twenty-four karat. "Just wanted to give you a choice," Ben said, dropping the box on the table.
Sitting up on her elbows, she smiled at Corey and then at Ben. "And I appreciate that. You're both very sweet. So...my choice is au naturel. I want to feel my guys inside me."
"Well, then," Corey said, crawling down the bed. "We need to get you good and ready." Before she could react, he nudged her thighs apart with his shoulders and settled his mouth on her pussy.
Ben swallowed her surprised gasp as his mouth covered hers, his tongue moving inside to stroke hers. Pleasure raced through Tracey as their tongues excited and teased her. Two long fingers pushed into her body, and she arched up to try to take them deeper inside. Moving from her lips to her breasts, Ben teased one peak and then the other until they ached. Threading her fingers through his blond hair, she tried to find words to tell them how good they made her feel, but none seemed right. Instead, she let a moan of approval serve as encouragement.
"I need to be inside you," Ben said, grabbing her hips and rolling her on top of him as Corey leaned back onto his knees and grabbed the bottle of lube.
Anxiety crept into her pleasure. Surely having a man as big as Corey inside her ass---
"It'll be okay, Trace," Ben said, clearly reading her body language. "Just relax. Let us teach you how to do this."
"You'll teach me?"
He nodded. "We only want to bring you pleasure, never pain."
"If anything doesn't feel right," Corey added, "just say so."
Her guys would never hurt her. Not her body, nor her heart. Love swelled inside her as she let them take their connection to a whole new level.
As Ben eased his long cock inside her pussy, Tracey leaned back to take him as fully as possible. She rode him slow and easy, loving the feel of his heat inside her without anything between them. Skin to skin. Man to woman. This is heaven.
"And now," Corey said, "it only gets better."
Realizing she'd spoken the words aloud, she leaned closer to Ben as Corey gently pushed her shoulders. Ben wrapped his arms around her and said, "Lean against me. Let Corey get you ready."
Tracey answered with a kiss, letting Ben keep her senses occupied as Corey's warm hands smoothed over her bottom. His slick finger circled her most intimate place, swirling around and around until she finally relaxed, growing accustomed to his touch.
"Are you ready, love?" Corey asked.
She tore his lips away from Ben's long enough to say, "Yes." Then she let her guys take control.
Ben's hands settled on her hips, holding her still as he kissed her again. A finger pushed inside her, and the foreign feel was arousing. There was no pain, only the feeling of fullness, especially when a second finger joined Corey's first. "You're so tight," Corey said with a groan. "You like that, don't you, love?"
She moaned, rocking back against his hand to let him know just how good it felt.
"Here we go." His fingers pulled back, replaced by the blunt heat of his dick. "Nice 'n easy." He slid slowly inside, pulling back gently each time to sink a little farther in. "Fuck, Ben, she feels perfect." After a few moments, she took him all the way inside her body. Both her lovers were united with her, making her feel precious and treasured.
Slowly, Ben and Corey began to move, matching each other in an easy rhythm that quickly captured Tracey's senses. Two cocks stretched and excited her, igniting a type of sexual excitement she'd never known existed. Questions flew through her tangled thoughts. Did the thin wall of muscle separating them allow her men to feel each other? Did their cocks rub? Could they sense how excited they made her?
The pace increased, and she savored their heat, their thickness, and the glorious love flowing between the three of them until her body felt ready to explode. The men must have sensed how close she was to coming because the pace quickened. As her climax raced through her, Tracey could only tear her mouth away from Ben's and cry out in ecstasy. Corey quickly followed, and his groan of contentment was accompanied by a sensation of heat shooting inside her. Ben's gasp was followed by the warmth of his essence bathing her womb.
Tracey started awake.
How long had she slept? She'd been so sated after Ben and Corey had made love to her, she'd nodded off. One warm body was pressed up against her right side. Corey, she realized when she saw the arm with a dusting of dark hair thrown over her waist. Ben was snuggled up against her left, a heavy thigh draped over hers.
"You're awake," Corey whispered against her ear before his lips touched her cheek.
"Um...yeah," she replied. "Was I asleep long?"
"Not long," Ben said in her other ear. "You looked so sweet, we didn't have the heart to wake you."
She should probably be embarrassed, especially in light of what had happened between them. But she wasn't. In fact, she felt wonderful. Her body was content, as was her heart. "You guys hungry? I could cook something for us."
"Takeout would be better," Corey replied. "But first..."
"We need to talk," Ben said.
Tracey frowned, her own silly insecurity making her hear those four words as some kind of ominous---
"Stop it, Trace." Ben's voice was harsh enough to make her turn to stare at him.
"Stop what?"
"Stop worrying. After what just happened between us, you shouldn't be worried."
Corey chuckled. "Like we'd ever let you go after that. Shit, that was the best sex of my life."
"Mine, too," she said, exhaling in relief. "Then what do we need to talk about?"
"When you'll move in here," Ben said.
"With us," Corey added. "Forever."
Surely she hadn't heard them right. "You want me to move in here? With both of you?"
Her guys growled in unison.
"Let me get this straight," she said. "You want me to move into my dream condo with my dream guys. I don't know...I should probably think about it for---"
"I knew it!" Ben said, pushing up on an elbow to glare at her. "You're worrying about gossip again!"
Corey sat up, throwing her a darker version of the same glare. "Don't you see, Trace? We love you. We don't care about gossip."
Tracey lifted her hands to cover their mouths. "If you would've let me finish..."
At least they looked properly contrite.
"What I was saying was...You want me to move into my dream condo with my dream guys. I should probably think about it for...two seconds. Of course, I'll move in. Wanna go get my clothes now or later?"
THE END
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Elizabeth Raines makes her home in the Midwest. A fan of all genres of fiction, she enjoys blending her love of science fiction with romance in the books she writes exclusively for Siren Publishing. Her favorite movies are Pride and Prejudice and Love, Actually, and she spends far too much time watching shows like The Tudors and Mad Men. Elizabeth has been happily married for almost thirty years and tries to express that kind of enduring love in all her stories, hoping to help all her heroes and heroines have their own happily ever afters.
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WINDFALL
Cheryl Brooks
DEDICATION
For all of you ladies who can't resist a man wearing a tool belt.
Chapter 1
"This is gonna be expensive, isn't it?" Angelica Jacobs gazed up at the handsome contractor standing in the middle of her soggy bedroom. There was a lot to be said for getting bad news from a hunk, but it couldn't completely eliminate the sting.
"'Fraid so." Nodding, he gestured toward the ceiling---or what was left of it. "The tree falling on the house was bad enough, but the roof itself..." He paused, shaking his head. "I won't know until I get up there, but from here, it looks like at least part of the roof is rotten." He aimed his flashlight at the jagged edges. "See that? It's wet from the rain, but it was already soft. No telling how much of the wood will need to be replaced."
His warm smile was obviously intended to make her feel better, but it wasn't helping much. Well, maybe it did help a little, seeing as how he was gorgeous. Heavenly blue eyes, a cap of dark curls, square jaw, sensuous lips, and dimples. Long dimples. The kind that reportedly reflected the length of other things, the way shoe size did. And his name...Tyrone Williams. It sounded like the name of a movie star or a football player, or both, neither of which belonged anywhere near her bedroom.
"Once we get the tree off of there, we'll know more. I'll salvage as much of the original structure as I can, but..." He spread his hands and gave her an apologetic smile, which was no less breathtaking than the preceding one. "What do you want us to do with the wood? Want to keep it or have us haul it off?"
Angelica frowned. "Excuse me? You mean the roof?"
"No, we'll definitely haul that off. I was referring to the tree. Firewood? Mulch?"
"Firewood." At least that would be one thing she wouldn't have to pay an arm and a leg for, unless they charged by the hour instead of by the rick. Converting her grandparents' old house into the quaint bed-and-breakfast she'd always dreamed of owning was getting pricier by the second---and they hadn't even started construction yet.
Her grandparents' longtime friend and neighbor, Sue Rodgers, had recommended this crew for the remodeling project. "They're very nice young men, charge reasonable rates, and do marvelous work---you may even remember them from when you used to live around here."
Unfortunately, Angelica did remember them, though they'd undoubtedly forgotten her, which was probably for the best. She'd been a pimply faced seventh-grader the last time she'd seen them---not that any of the guys had been movie star material at that age, either. She and her family had moved from the area long before she'd outgrown the awkward stage, and if they remembered her at all, they hadn't mentioned it. It had taken two meetings with Tyrone before she realized he was actually the scrawny little Jimmy Williams who used to get bullied by his larger classmates. She wasn't sure where the "Tyrone" had come from, but he had certainly improved with age.
The other two had been harder to recall. She only vaguely remembered Derrick Delaney as a goofy little blond kid who sat behind her in math class, and Luke O'Malley, who'd been a year ahead and was distinctive mainly because of his Cherokee and Irish ancestry. From what she could see, growing up had done wonders for both of them too.
Angelica had already talked to a few other contractors and hadn't been impressed with any of them or their bids. Tyrone's bid had been lower than any of the others, and, based on Sue's recommendation, she'd hired them on the spot, never suspecting that replacing the roof and cutting up a centuries-old oak tree would wind up being part of the deal.
The buzz of chainsaws sounded the death knell for the ancient tree, which had fallen during a severe storm the night before. It would have been heartbreaking to see the old tree come down no matter where it fell---a tree that had provided not only abundant shade, but a place for her swing and endless hours climbing through its maze of branches. Unfortunately, the northwest wind had sent it crashing down across the roof above her bedroom. As a child, she'd felt on top of the world, sitting up in that tree. Now it was nothing more than a wrecking ball that had attempted to destroy the house she loved as much for its memories as for its beauty.
"We'll get a tarp up there to cover the hole for now." Tyrone glanced at the floor. "Looks like we'll need to get a shop vac in here to dry out the carpet too, but---"
"Yeah, I know. It'll probably have to be replaced." Closing her eyes, she pressed her fingertips to her temples. "I'm beginning to wish I'd stayed in Vegas. At least there I could just manage the hotel and not have to foot the bill."
Tyrone shrugged. "Vegas doesn't have scenery like this, though."
"True." Well...not outdoor scenery anyway. The mountains of Tennessee might not be as breathtaking as, say, the Grand Canyon, but they were certainly greener. At that particular moment, however, the indoor scenery was very similar to Vegas. Any of Tyrone's crew could've gotten a job in one of the all-male revues, perhaps even a starring role. Derrick, a tall, blond, surfer-dude type, looked like he'd just stepped off the beach while Luke was a blue-eyed Cherokee with waist-length hair and a piratical grin.
Angelica, on the other hand, had been manager of a popular hotel. It was a great job and paid very well, but the money hadn't made her want to stay in Vegas forever. Nor had any of the handsome men she'd dated.
Except Chris. They'd become great friends and had a lot of fun together. When Angelica had inherited the house in Tennessee, he'd been as excited about the B and B idea as she was. But then they'd made the mistake of sleeping together. Chris was very attractive and she liked him more than most of her exes, but in her eyes, he was about as sexually stimulating as a pair of old shoes. The worst part of it was that he wasn't the first man who'd left her cold. All of them had.
You just haven't met the right one.
She kept telling herself that, but she'd never heard of any woman whose needs were quite so specific. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Something hormonal...
She glanced at Tyrone again. He'd already energized her libido more than all the Vegas studs put together, and thus far, the only thing he'd done was tell her that her dream house was a wreck. If that was what it took to get her juices flowing, there was a lot to be said for celibacy.
Tyrone gestured toward the bed. "I take it you were asleep when that happened?"
"The rudest awakening of my life," Angelica said grimly. "I heard the crack and was halfway out of bed when I about got drowned. The mattress is history."
Another smile. More mischievous this time, creasing only one of his dimples. "But just think of the fun you'll have breaking in a new one."
She hesitated before replying. He couldn't possibly have meant that the way she thought he did. Even if he had, she wasn't buying the whole "fun" aspect of breaking in a new mattress. Thus far, all she'd done in that bed was sleep, and though sleep had never been a problem for her, sex was a total letdown. No fireworks, only rainouts. "I don't know about the fun part, but I will put it in another room." She glanced at the ceiling and shuddered. "Not sure I'll ever be able to sleep in here again."
His expression clouded briefly. "I can't say as I blame you for that."
"Of course, if that tree had to come down, at least it did it while I was in here, and not a paying guest. Anyway, I'm sleeping on the couch for the time being. The furniture I've been collecting is all in storage, but I haven't bought any mattresses yet. I was hoping to order several at once and maybe get a better deal on them. Not sure what I'll do now."
The flicker of disappointment that marred his features made her wonder if she might have been wrong---perhaps he had meant to be flirtatious. Angelica wasn't much good at that sort of thing herself, nor was she adept when it came to recognizing it in others. Her friend Joan had taken to giving her a kick or a nudge whenever a man showed interest because Angelica just plain couldn't see it. Unfortunately, her upbringing had stressed that men were the ones who did the chasing; women were supposed to wait patiently for Prince Charming to come riding up on his steed. For her to go after a man was about as likely as for that old oak to shake its leaves and stand itself upright again.
She had been known to look, however, and was steeling herself to keep from checking out Tyrone's left hand when he saved her the trouble. Reaching up to scratch the side of his face, he drew her attention not only to the fact that he wasn't wearing a ring, but also to the dark, sexy stubble on his cheek. He'd been clean shaven anytime she'd seen him before, but had evidently missed out on the usual quality time with his razor that morning.
She was reminding herself that a lot of men didn't wear wedding rings---particularly those who worked with their hands---when a voice called out from below. "Hey, Ty, could you give us a hand with the tarp?"
"Be right down," Tyrone yelled back.
"Look, I really need to take a shower and get out of here," Angelica said. "I've got a meeting with the bank this morning. If I can't convince them to cough up a little more money, this project may be dead in the water anyway."
"You've got insurance, don't you?" His concern seemed genuine, until Angelica realized that if she didn't get the money, he didn't get the full job. What a mercenary...
"For the storm damage, yes, but the more I get into this project, the more things I find that need fixing or replacing."
"Still going through with it?"
"Oh, yeah. I've gotten this far, and I'm not going to quit now. I've got savings, and I've been buying furniture for this place ever since I inherited it three years ago."
His gaze focused on her to the point that she could have called it penetrating. "You know, most bed-and-breakfasts are run by more than one person, usually a married couple. Are you really planning to do this all by yourself? Ever thought about taking on a partner?"
Married couple. He just had to rub it in, didn't he? "I know it's a lot of work. I had a...a friend who was going to go into business with me, but he, well, he dropped out at the last minute. An investor or two would be a plus, and I'll probably hire someone to help me, but I'm not sure I want to deal with a partner right now---especially someone I don't know very well."
He nodded. "I can understand that. I've been partners with Luke and Derrick for several years now, but we've known each other since grade school. We've had our differences, of course, but we work well together." His eyes never left hers. "I couldn't do this kind of work alone."
The intensity of his gaze made her stammer. "I...I hadn't intended to do this alone, either. It just turned out that way. Best laid plans and all that..." She glanced at the clock. "I've really got to get moving if I'm gonna make that meeting. Something tells me being late won't help my chances for getting a bigger loan."
"I'll get out of your way then. We'll at least cut up the part of the tree that's on the roof and get the tarp nailed down today." This time his smile was reassuring. "And don't worry, Angelica, we can fix it."
Ty jogged down the stairs. Great staircase. It was the one thing that didn't need much work, though it could stand to be refinished. Unlike the rest of the house. Angelica was right about continually finding new things that needed fixing, like a rotted-out roof. His bid hadn't included a new roof. They'd focused more on the need for extra bathrooms and doors that locked, along with the more cosmetic repairs.
He glanced back over his shoulder. Ty could have spent years remodeling this house, if only for the chance to work for Angelica. He'd never been close friends with her, but she'd been the star of many a wet dream, and Luke and Derrick had also had the hots for her. Too bad she'd moved away before any of them had gotten the nerve to say much to her, let alone ask her out on a date. Ty had no intention of repeating that mistake because she was still the cutest little woman he'd ever seen in his life. Tiny, but with curves in all the right places, she had dark brown hair that made his hands itch to delve into it, and her eyes...He had to stop and think for a moment before putting his finger on what it was that attracted him. It was the twinkle, the pixieish quality that made him think of...Tinkerbell---only as a green-eyed brunette rather than a bitchy blonde.
Generally speaking, Ty didn't hit on clients, but Angelica was making him forget all the rules. Not that he and his two partners had ever been sticklers for convention. He'd given her an honest estimate, knocking off another ten percent just to make sure she'd hire them. Not so much because they needed the job, but because he wanted a good excuse to be around her long enough to figure out what made her tick, and it would definitely take some figuring. She hadn't been embarrassed when he'd made that crack about breaking in the mattress. Neither had she given him the disdainful glace of someone who'd been offended. No, what was even more disheartening was that his obvious interest hadn't seemed to register with her at all, and his suggestive comment had gone right past her.
She wasn't stupid, though. She'd been smart enough in school, and, according to Sue, she had a degree in hotel management and was sharp as a tack. Maybe she didn't like men. Hell, maybe she didn't like him. If Sue had told her anything about their company, she might've let slip the fact that the three of them lived together, though he wasn't sure Sue had figured that out. Still, Sue was a smart old gal. She might have seen their partnership for what it truly was.
Outside, Luke was wrestling with one end of the huge plastic tarp while Derrick held the other end at the top of a ladder braced against the eaves. Part of the tree was still leaning against the house, but the upper branches were now clear of the roof.
"Be careful," Ty shouted as Derrick stepped off the ladder and began to make his way across the steep, shingled surface. "Part of the roof is rotten. I'm not sure---"
His words were cut off with a cry as the weakened structure gave way and Derrick disappeared. Part of the tarp followed him through the hole.
"Holy shit!" Luke exclaimed. Flinging the tarp aside, he raced to the front door with Ty hot on his heels.
Ty took the stairs two at a time, having no idea what he'd find. In all the time they'd worked together, none of them had ever sustained a serious injury. Oh, sure, they'd all had their fair share of the cuts, scrapes, and bruises that went along with the job, but Derrick could be bleeding, unconscious, or even dead for all he knew.
He and Luke skidded through the doorway together and were treated to the sight of Angelica crouched beside a slightly dazed Derrick while she checked him for injuries.
Wearing nothing but a thong.
Chapter 2
Derrick Delaney thought he'd died and gone to heaven. One minute, his heart was in his mouth, the next, it was trying to pound its way out of his chest as the image of Angelica swam before his eyes. Naked.
She might have been labeled as cute overall, but her tits were enough to turn a gay man straight. Not that he was technically gay---like both of his buddies, Derrick was bisexual. He blinked to improve the clarity of the amazing vision before him. The fact that they were right in front of his face gave him an excuse, and being a bit rattled from the fall made his lack of gallantry understandable. Then again, he dared any man with a grain of sense to look away when something that beautiful was in his line of sight.
"Are you okay?" Her fingers threaded through his hair, as though searching for bumps to explain his lack of response. She glanced over her shoulder at Ty and Luke. "His name's Derrick, right?"
Luke was gaping at her like a hooked bass. "Uh, yeah. Derrick. His name's Derrick."
"Derrick." She raised her voice slightly. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
She was waving three digits in front of his eyes, but all Derrick could think about were the two gorgeous, rounded, rosy-tipped globes that graced her chest. "Two," he whispered. "There are two of them." Licking his lips, he imagined what it would be like to suckle the luscious nipples he was already caressing with his eyes. "And they're absolutely beautiful."
At first, she seemed shocked by his level of incoherence, but as the meaning of his comment sank in, her entire body blushed. She drew back, crossing her arms over her chest. Derrick winced. That was a dumb thing to say. Though it was perfectly true.
"Oh, please. Don't hide them. They might be the last things I see before I die."
Luke's smile was wicked. "What a way to go." He wasn't looking at her chest, though. He was staring at her ass.
Derrick had to revise his assessment of her nudity. She was wearing a thong, and he could only imagine what her butt must've looked like with only a thin strip of fabric separating the cheeks---even disappearing between them. The mere thought had his balls tingling like crazy, and he didn't give a damn if Angelica could spot the bulge in his jeans or not. On the other hand..."My right leg feels kinda numb. Maybe you should check my femoral pulse."
Angelica started to reach toward his groin, but obviously thought better of it, tucking her hand back under the opposite breast.
Each of her hands was holding a soft, delectable tit. Derrick gazed at them with envy. "Wish those were my hands."
Angelica gasped. "He's delirious!"
"No, he isn't," Luke said bluntly. "He's an incurable slut. But that's part of his charm."
Luke O'Malley heaved a sigh of relief. He'd been frightened out of his wits when Derrick fell, but with Angelica mooning him, all he could think about now was ripping off her thong and sinking his stiffening cock into that perfect ass. Shaped like an upside-down heart, it was the answer to his wildest erotic dreams---those that concerned women, anyway. When it came to men, Derrick had the hottest butt he'd ever seen, and Ty ran a close second. Luke was already salivating at the thought of biting into that succulent behind when he felt a pang of envy for Derrick's view of her rack, along with a touch of jealousy that Ty was also getting a good, long look at her posterior assets.
"Can we fuck you?" The words were out of Luke's mouth before the thought registered in his brain.
"Will you two please shut up?" Ty snatched up a robe that lay draped across the antique dresser in the corner. "You're embarrassing her to death."
Ty didn't waste any time getting close enough to wrap Angelica up in the silky fabric. The traitor. "Yeah, there you go, being noble," Luke said. "Too bad she wasn't the one who fell through the roof."
"Excuse me?" Angelica might have been embarrassed, but she still had spunk. "You wish I had been the one to fall through the roof?"
"That's not what I meant," Luke mumbled. "I just meant that he ought to be more worried about Derrick than whether or not you've got any clothes on."
Ty let go of Angelica with obvious reluctance and extended a hand to Derrick. "C'mon, man. You're not hurt."
"But I could have internal injuries," Derrick protested, though he did manage to sit up without any assistance. "All sorts of terrible maladies that won't show up for days and days."
Ty rolled his eyes as he pulled Derrick to his feet. "Yeah, right. I know you too well, Delaney. You just wanted an excuse to drop in on her unannounced."
Derrick assumed a wide-legged stance, arms folded across his broad chest. "Hey, I'm not the one who came running into a lady's bedroom. I fell through the roof by accident." Pointing an accusing finger at Ty, he added, "You should have warned me sooner. It's your fault we saw her naked."
"I am not naked!" Angelica exclaimed. "But I need to be. If I don't get a shower and get to the bank on time..."
Ty was succinct. "You don't get a bigger loan and we only do half of the job."
"Right."
"Guess we'd better get out of here, then." Derrick sounded about as morose at this prospect as Luke felt.
Luke sighed with regret, but decided he'd better apologize or fucking Angelica would be out of the question. Forever. "Sorry about what I said. I did mean it---and I'm not a bit sorry I saw you almost naked---but I am sorry if you were offended---"
"I'm sorry, too. Though your tits really are beautiful," Derrick added wistfully.
Ty took both Luke and Derrick by the arm and steered them toward the door. "I think you two have said enough already. Not that I don't agree."
Angelica watched them go, trying to decide if she'd imagined the playful wink that accompanied Tyrone's parting shot. Had she actually been propositioned by all three of them?
Oh, surely not...
Still, the thought that they might have been serious was sending signals to parts of her body that normally remained in a stupor no matter who was hitting on her. Letting her robe fall open, she ran her fingertips over her nipples. They were hard and tingly, and even her own touch set off a fire that raced through her, setting her clitoris aflame. A few more strokes had her doubled over in the closest thing to an orgasm she'd had in a very long time.
Stripping off her robe and thong, she made a beeline for the shower. She could deal with her sexual desires later. Right now, she needed money and lots of it if she wanted an excuse to keep those guys around. Whatever they were selling, she was buying.
The loan officer was apologetic, but firm. "I'm afraid your original loan has already gone through, and although adding more to it is possible..." His weak smile indicated that it was not. "Money is tight these days. I would recommend using the insurance money for the roof and perhaps taking on a partner to help pay for the rest of the remodeling."
Partner. How many times was she going to have to hear that word in one day? Too many, apparently---and not a prospect in sight. No one in her family was interested. They already had jobs, families, and other obligations. No time to help with the running of a B and B, and certainly no money.
Crap. "Well, I guess I'll just have to make do with the money I've got. I can do the painting myself, I suppose." And probably make a total mess of it. "Thanks." For nothing.
She left the bank intending to drown her sorrows in a tall cup of chai from Starbucks, but decided she'd better save her money for more important matters. Her next stop was the insurance agency, where she was pleased to find that her agent was far more understanding than the banker. After all, a house without a good, solid roof would soon be a total loss. Thank God.
The whole partner issue returned to occupy her thoughts as she drove home, sans chai. Where in the world would she find a partner? Advertise on Craigslist? Stand on a street corner, holding a sign? She'd heard that the guys who did that made a ton of money. She could dress up like a bag lady and make a killing. If she didn't get arrested or escorted out of town.
Pulling into the driveway, she saw that Ty and the others were still hard at work on the tree and already had the tarp spread out over the roof. Thank goodness it isn't raining. She glanced around and realized that there were only two of them out there with chainsaws. Derrick was missing.
Taking a deep breath for courage, she figured she'd better face the music.
Ty saw her first and shut off his chainsaw, giving her a wave as he pushed up his goggles. The epitome of hardworking masculinity, he was dirty, sweaty, and had wood chips sticking to the parts of his face unprotected by the goggles. "How'd it go?"
"Insurance is a go. The bigger loan is a bust. I guess you guys will just have to do as much as you can until I run out of money. Looks like I'll have to do the painting and refinishing myself."
"We can still buy the paint for you. We get a discount."
Thank God for small favors. "That'd be great."
"Did the bank have any other suggestions?"
She smiled bleakly. "Yeah. The same as yours. Take on a partner."
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded as though giving himself permission before plunging on ahead. "What about multiple partners supplying labor, rather than money?"
Angelica was pretty sure he hadn't meant it the way it sounded, but for some reason the "multiple partners" thing seemed sort of kinky. No way was she jumping to that conclusion, but the way he'd been winking at her made her wonder whether he was talking about a business partnership or something more intimate. Where the hell is Joan when I need her? "I don't get it."
He nodded toward Luke who was cutting the smaller limbs down to firewood length. "I mean the three of us not charging labor, giving us equity in the house. You could buy us out eventually, or we could stay on as partners. Well, actually our business would be partnered with your business, rather than us as individuals, but you get the idea."
So, it was strictly a business deal. See? You never do get these things right..."Sounds complicated." And probably was. Very complicated.
"Maybe. But you'd always have us on call for any repairs."
It made perfectly good sense. A lot more than one tiny little woman trying to paint a three-story house inside and out all by herself. The mere thought of it made her back hurt.
"That way we could use better materials, maybe even replace the siding. You'd never have to paint this place again."
"What's the catch?" There had to be a catch. There was always a catch.
He shook his head. "No catch. You could make as much---or as little---of our...involvement as you like."
Ty was probably trying to make his proposal sound more appealing---and he was succeeding---but in light of their previous encounter, the kink factor was skyrocketing. Her pussy woke up, and a persistent ache began. Perhaps she hadn't misread him after all.
"I'll...think about it."
"Sure. Take your time. We'll be here all day if you want to discuss it some more." He gave her a smile that could have been anything from seductive to encouraging. "By the way, we hauled that wet mattress out of your room. Derrick is up there with a shop vac, sucking the water out of the carpet." Angelica could've sworn he winked at her again before he went back to work.
Settling his goggles back in place, he started the chainsaw with one quick yank. What was it about a big, strong man with a chainsaw? Then the Monty Python "Lumberjack Song" began running through her head. I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay. I sleep all night and I work all day.
"I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars," Angelica sang softly. Chuckling, she headed into the house. "Yeah, right. I'm sure he does."
After a quick sandwich for lunch, she headed upstairs, unable to resist the need to see if the carpet could, indeed, be salvaged. Since it was her own room, she hadn't intended to replace the carpeting, saving her money for the guest rooms.
The shop vac made enough noise to drown out any sound of her approach as she climbed the stairs and peeked inside the open door. Her first glance revealed that the mattress wasn't the only thing they'd moved out. All of the furniture was gone, leaving the floor clear, but that wasn't what held her gaze. Derrick was bent over with his back toward her, hard at work.
Without a shirt.
Angelica couldn't blame him for that. The day was already hot and getting hotter, and with the air-conditioning turned off, the third floor rooms tended to be very stuffy. He'd opened the windows and had a fan on, but apparently that wasn't enough.
She'd been too stunned and embarrassed to notice before, but the "incurable slut" had the body to go with his reputation. The goofy little blond kid had grown up to be a handsome, muscular stud who reminded her of a Vegas stripper she'd once dated. Unfortunately, the stripper hadn't been the brightest lightbulb in the pack, and after two dates, she'd lost interest---and his lack of intelligence wasn't the only reason. The sexual spark that should have been there simply wasn't.
Derrick, on the other hand, was getting to her. Maybe it was what he'd said about her boobs being beautiful---though he hadn't been the first man to make that observation---but he was stirring up erotic thoughts and feelings just as Tyrone had done. What was it about these guys that sent her libido screaming into overdrive and her mind diving straight into the gutter?
Chemistry. That had to be it. Chemistry wasn't everything, but it was certainly a better place to start than any of her previous attempts at relationships. Men had chased her before---even made suggestive comments that were far more explicit---but nothing had made her pussy drool quite like these three. Just remembering the way it felt to have Derrick gazing longingly at her naked breasts made her want to rip her shirt off so he could do it again.
But right now, she was sending her own longing gazes toward his jean-clad buns. Nice ass. When was the last time she'd admired one of those? About five minutes ago. Luke had been in a similar position while wielding a chainsaw, displaying a butt worthy of a second look---and a third---but Derrick's was world class.
He finally noticed her standing there---probably even realized she was drooling---and shut off the vacuum. Drawing himself up to his full height, he grinned at her with unabashed delight. Sweat ran down his chest, forming a little rivulet in the middle that lost itself in the blond treasure trail that led to his belt buckle. "It really gets hot up here, doesn't it?" His grin broadened. "I was thinking about stripping down to my shorts."
Angelica's mouth went dry. "You could do that," she croaked. "I wouldn't mind."
His brow rose in a suggestive arch. "There's just one problem with that."
"Oh?"
"I'm not wearing any shorts."
"Really?" Her voice now had a bit of a squeak to it.
"Yeah. Really." He licked his lips before sucking the lower one into his mouth. His hand slid toward his belt. "Want me to prove it?"
"You're probably wearing a thong."
He shook his head slowly. "Nope."
"You really are an incurable slut, aren't you?"
"Sure am. Can't help it. It's my nature."
"Do you---I mean, you didn't act this way around my neighbor, did you?" Sue had to be at least seventy years old.
"Might have if I'd dropped in on her when she was only wearing a thong." He smiled wickedly. "I really like women in thongs."
"It shows." And not only in his face. He had a bulge beneath his zipper the size of an overgrown zucchini, the kind that hide under the leaves until they reach gargantuan proportions. Well, perhaps it wasn't that big, but the way Angelica's mind was working that day, she felt that a few minor exaggerations were perfectly understandable.
"Did Ty tell you about the discussion we had after you left?"
"Sort of."
"Good. Because I'm adding something else to our little labor agreement. I'll do anything you ask me to do. And you can do anything you like to me."
"Anything?" She was squeaking again.
"Anything."
"Is this just you, or does it include the others?"
"They can make you any kind of offer they like. This one is mine---though I think the others would be happy to join in."
Oh, God...She raked a hand through her hair, totally destroying her going-to-the-bank look. "It's a deal." Did I really say that? Aloud?
"Great! What do you want me to do first?"
Angelica's throat was so tight it was almost like being strangled. "P--prove you aren't wearing shorts."
With a smirk that signaled his complete approval, he slowly unbuckled his belt, flipped open the snap, and tugged the zipper all the way down. With two shakes of those incredible buns, his jeans fell to his knees.
Angelica's eyes began a slow, sensuous journey, starting at the top of his head and working their way down. Past his neck to his muscular chest, down his abs to his navel, following the line of crisp, blond curls to the nest surrounding his rock hard cock, to his dangling nuts, to his knees and back again. "Turn around and shake your ass."
His cock pulsed, forcing a jet of fluid from the slit like water from a garden hose.
"You really are a slut, aren't you?"
Nodding, he put his hands on his head and turned, flexing his buttocks twice before giving them a shake. In response, Angelica's pussy let loose a flood of moisture that rivaled his spurt. Derrick's jeans now lay coiled around his ankles like a rope.
"What do you like to have done to your ass? Do you like it stroked, scratched, spanked?"
"All of those," he replied. "And I love it when Luke fucks me. He really nails me good."
"You guys do each other?" Why this notion should drive Angelica's normally heterosexual brain wild was a mystery, but the mere thought of watching such a display had her panting with lust.
"Oh, yeah. But we like women, too."
The ensuing mental image flipped another switch, sending her mind and body careening down an entirely different path. "Ever do it together? All three of you?"
Derrick tossed a sly smile over his shoulder. "Meaning one girl and the three of us at the same time? No, not yet. But we keep hoping. This could be your lucky day, Angelica."
Chapter 3
Derrick hadn't been convinced he was the best one of them to use as bait, but so far, the plan seemed to be working. He had her hooked. Now all he had to do was reel her in. He turned sideways, giving her a profile view of cock and ass at the same time, figuring that if he was trying to sell this partnership on the strength of his body, he'd better let her see all of it. Toeing off his boots, he stepped out of his jeans.
"So, if we're partners in business, does that mean we're also partners in the bedroom? Is that what you're saying?" Her eyes were practically glued to his dick. Good girl.
Derrick shrugged. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. I'm easy."
Angelica giggled. "I think we've established that much. But what about the others?"
"Angelica," he said patiently. "What part of 'can we fuck you' didn't you understand?"
"Okay, that accounts for Luke, but what about Tyrone?"
It was Derrick's turn to laugh. "Trust me, he didn't bid low just because we needed this job. There were plenty of other things motivating him---and that was before we all saw you in nothing but a thong."
"You know...I've never had much luck with one boyfriend. But the three of you..." She paused, chewing on her lips nervously.
"The three of us what?"
"I...I'm not sure. I've never been any good at this sort of thing."
Derrick snorted. "You were doing just fine a minute ago. And you've got us all as horny as stags in rut. I'd say you were very good at this 'sort of thing.'"
"Really?"
Derrick rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of his stiff shaft. "Doesn't this say anything to you?"
"You could've just taken a Viagra pill for all I know." Spearing her fingers through the hair at her temples, she squeezed her head between her hands. "I'm so bad at this! I keep thinking I might finally have a clue, and then something happens and I'm right back where I started."
Damn, she's a hard sell...He walked slowly toward her. Scaring her off now was a definite possibility. He had to be very careful. Ty and Luke were counting on him. "No Viagra involved, Angelica. Only you."
"I wish I could believe that." Her adventurous moment had passed, and now she was practically in tears. He had to do something quick.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Close your eyes and keep them shut for a minute."
Derrick wasn't sure she'd do it, but her eyelids finally fluttered down.
"Now, take some deep breaths. In and out." He watched her chest rise and fall. Using the time he'd bought, he moved close enough to touch her cheek. She flinched at first, but as he deepened the caress, she relaxed again. Cupping her chin, he leaned down. Her lips were full, ripe, and quivering. "Keep breathing and don't open your eyes." Feathering light kisses on her lips, he waited for her to respond. She didn't. Damn...
He tried again, running the edge of his lower lip across her mouth, tracing the outline, dragging it over the seam where her lips came together. And waited.
The movement was very slight, and he kept his lips soft, fighting the impulse to smile as the suction began---tentative, furtive, but growing steadily bolder. He slipped an arm around her and inched closer, waiting for her sigh. When it finally came, he deepened the kiss, tasting, caressing, letting the hand holding her chin glide past her cheek to tangle in her hair. Her arms crept around his waist and up his back. Yes!
Scattering kisses from her lips to the base of her neck, he whispered, "Tell me how you feel."
"I don't know...nervous, uncertain."
"That's your brain talking. Don't listen to it. What does your body tell you?"
"It's saying things it's never said before."
"Like what?"
She was trembling in his arms. "Like it...wants you."
"Well, you know what? It can have me, right here, right now. No waiting." Except for the time it would take him to undress her. Being all decked out to visit the banker had her in a very businesslike navy blue skirt and jacket with a silky white blouse---stockings and all. The thong would've been a hell of a lot easier. "Are you still wearing a thong?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not really---though Luke would probably like it. He's an ass man. I'm more into the front side myself."
"What about Tyrone?"
Snickering, Derrick went for the gold, pushing off her jacket and flipping open the buttons on her blouse. He was going to suckle Angelica's luscious tits or die trying. "Ty's into anything oral. He'll eat you alive, and he loves having his cock sucked."
It wasn't much of a giggle, but it was better than nothing. He was definitely making headway. "I thought all guys liked that."
"Yeah, but Ty prefers it to fucking---though, in your case, he'd probably make an exception." Almost there...
"And you're the slut?"
"Mmmm, yeah. They make me the middle of a fuck sandwich and I'm in heaven. I like it all." Pulling her shirttail out of her skirt, he stripped off her shirt. Now for the bra...
"How does that...sandwich thing work?"
"Luke in my ass and Ty sucking my dick. It's more like a half sandwich, actually. I'd rather nail Ty's ass, but he doesn't like it. I can't understand that myself. A good ass-fucking is awesome. Makes me come all over the place." He fumbled with the hooks in the back while kissing his way down her chest. The soft swell of her beautiful breasts made him crazy, but when the hooks were undone, he drew back, taking the time to worship them with his eyes while slowly pulling the bra away and tossing it aside. "Oh, God..." His balls twitched, and for a second he thought he was going to blow all over her skirt. Of course, the way his dick was already gushing, she'd probably have to send that skirt to the cleaners anyway.
Scooping up her succulent flesh with both hands, he lowered his head and licked the valley between them before burying his face in her cleavage. They were perfect. A coating of Ty's sweet cum would just be the icing on the cake. He raised a nipple to his lips and kissed it---gently at first, and then harder, licking and sucking on the tight bud until her sighs became moans.
Then he went for her skirt. One button, one zipper, and it was gone, quickly followed by her half slip. When he saw what was underneath that, he almost lost it. Lace-topped, thigh-high black stockings and a red thong. "Oh. My. God..."
Derrick dropped to his knees, pulling her down with him. "Shit. Forgot the damn carpet was wet." Scrambling to his feet, he gathered her up, holding her close to his chest. It felt so good to have his arms full of soft, delectable woman again. The guys were great, and he loved them to pieces, but they didn't have tits.
After a quick stop in the bathroom to snatch a towel, he carried her into the next room. The carpet was old, but reasonably clean, and he tossed the towel down and laid her on it. Covering her body with his own, he nudged her thighs apart and settled between them.
"You okay?"
She replied with a nod.
"You don't look okay. No, wait. That didn't come out right. You look fabulous, but not really comfortable."
"Thanks, but I'm comfortable enough. This is just...I mean, I barely know you..."
"You're listening to your head again, Angelica. Trust me, your body knows best, and if you can think of a better way to break the ice, I'd like to hear it."
"Um...dating?"
"Highly overrated. You might like the way someone skis or bowls or watches a movie, but if you don't like the way they fuck, they're history."
Her peal of laughter was like a round of applause to him. If he could make her laugh, he was already more than halfway there.
Angelica couldn't believe it. She was lying naked underneath a tall, blond hunk with the biggest, hardest penis she'd ever seen, and she was laughing. Will wonders never cease?
Derrick was chuckling too, but then his head dropped down onto her chest. "Well, crap." He raised his head, his expression now one of chagrin. "Forgot the condoms. They're in my jeans. Be right back."
He hopped up and was gone, giving Angelica time to reflect. Of course the first question that popped into her head was, What the hell am I doing? She started to get up and cover herself with the towel, but Derrick was too quick for her. He was already back, ripping open the wrapper.
"We never use these at home, which is why I forgot. We're all clean, so there's no need." He flashed her a devilish grin. "It's not like any of us are gonna get pregnant." He was about to put the condom on, but stopped short when he realized what she was doing. "Are you cold? Want me to get a sheet or a blanket? Be right back." And he was gone again.
Her sexual arousal was already beginning to fade. Damn. She sat up, muttering to herself. "Might as well get dressed." She'd just gotten her first taste of what it was like to really want a man. Now it was almost as though it had never happened. "What is wrong with me?"
She was almost to the door when Derrick came back. "I found them," he announced, flipping out a clean sheet. "I brought this fleecy thing, too." He handed her the blanket, but wasn't so single-minded as to miss her change of mood. "Angelica," he said in lilting tones, "You're thinking again."
"Yeah, well, my body stopped talking and my brain took over. Look, this is very...flattering and all, but I really think it's a bad idea. I don't know what came over me."
Rolling his eyes, Derrick sighed. "Interruptions can kill the mood. But if I got you there once, I can do it again."
"No, really. I shouldn't. It's just that---"
He cut her off with a snap of his fingers. "I know what the problem is. Be right back!"
"No, wait, you don't under---"
"Hey, Ty! We need you up here, quick!" He was actually yelling out the window.
"---stand." Great. Now the whole neighborhood will think---what? That she was up here on the floor getting gangbanged by her construction crew? She shook her head sadly. Not likely. No, not likely at all...
At least she had a blanket. Draping it over her shoulders, she wrapped herself in its warmth. Derrick had been doing a pretty good job of keeping her warm, but now, she was feeling downright chilly, in spite of the fact that the room wasn't a bit cold. Nerves, she told herself, shivering. Just nerves...
The sound of not one, but two pairs of feet pounding up the stairs echoed off the bare walls. There was no escaping it now. She was about to zoom right past embarrassment and head straight on into complete mortification.
The two men burst into the room in a manner reminiscent of their earlier visit, and if their anxious expressions were anything to go by, at the very least they must've thought she needed CPR. "I'm okay," she assured them. "I don't need any help. Derrick shouldn't have bothered you."
"Hey, now. I didn't call them to help you," Derrick said. "I called them to help me." He turned to Tyrone. "I almost had her, Ty, but I think she needs someone who's less of a slut and more of a Don Juan. You're the best kisser. I think you should take over."
Angelica's head began to throb. Wincing, she bowed her head to massage her temples. If nothing else, she could pull the blanket over her head and hide like an ostrich with its head in the sand. Maybe then they would get the message and go away before she died of embarrassment. "I think you guys should just go on back to work. I'm a lost cause anyway."
"The hell you are," Luke said. "And if anyone around here qualifies as a Don Juan, it's me. I at least look the part."
Angelica certainly couldn't argue with that, particularly in light of his long, black hair, though she knew for a fact he wasn't the least bit Spanish.
"Yes, but Ty's a better kisser," Derrick insisted. "And, trust me, I know what I'm talking about."
"Not sure she'd want to kiss me now," Tyrone said ruefully. "I'm covered with sawdust and probably stink to high heaven." He glanced at Luke. "Actually, neither one of us is fit company for a lady."
"You two go take a shower real quick," Derrick suggested. "I'll keep her occupied until you get back."
"Can't we just forget it?" Angelica blurted out. She wasn't sure she could take much more of this. It was a little like being seduced by Larry, Moe, and Curly.
But Luke was already stripping off his shirt, and he didn't look like any of the Three Stooges. Zorro, perhaps, but not Larry or Moe, and certainly not Curly.
Derrick must've noticed her rapt expression. "Pretty hot stuff, isn't he, Angel? Wait 'til you see him without his pants."
Luke grinned as he unbuckled his belt. "Just give us a minute to wash up, sweetheart. I promise you'll be glad you did." Then he dropped his jeans.
Her jaw dropped right along with them. "Oh, my God..."
Chapter 4
Luke took the fastest shower of his life, not even taking the time to fondle Ty's totally hot ass, though he did wash his back. Unfortunately, his hair was taking way too long to dry, even with Angelica's high-powered dryer. He hadn't heard a sound from the other room, and was beginning to get worried. "We shouldn't have left Derrick alone with her for so long."
Ty stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "True, but we are supposed to be working, you know. That tree won't cut itself up into firewood."
"That tree will keep, but we may be pushing her too hard. She seemed pretty upset."
Ty snorted a laugh. "Are you forgetting what you said to her? Almost the first thing out of your mouth?"
"That was an automatic response. I couldn't help it."
"You can always choose how to react, Luke. It's what sets us apart from the animals."
Luke glanced at himself in the mirror. With all that long black hair flying around his face, he did look sort of wild. "Yeah, well, maybe I am an animal."
Ty grinned. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?"
Luke switched off the hair dryer and hooked an arm around Ty's neck, pulling him close. "No, you never complain." Their lips met, tongues instantly engaged in a ferocious battle for supremacy. Luke might have been the aggressor, but Ty won, just like he always did, making Luke's groin ignite and his knees buckle. Growling as he wrapped his hand around Ty's stiff rod, his own tool was rock hard and ready for action. "Derrick was right. You really are the best kisser."
"Everyone has to have their own little claim to fame," Ty panted against his lips. "You ready?"
"More than ready. Let's do this."
If Angelica had been speechless before, the return of Ty and Luke fresh from the shower nearly stopped her heart. Derrick gave her a nudge. "Told you it'd be worth the wait, didn't I?"
Nodding, she drank in the sight of them. Ty resembled a young Tom Selleck minus the mustache while Luke was more like a mythical warrior minus the sword. Not that the sword God gave him was any less lethal, nor was the mustache anything Angelica would ever miss. Sitting on the floor as she was, their stiff dicks were pointing right at her face.
"I've been doing my best to keep her in the mood, but I'm beginning to think she needs all three of us, which makes her fuckin' perfect, if you ask me."
"I think we can all agree on that," Luke said. "I've always thought she was adorable."
Angelica was stunned. "You don't really remember me, do you?"
Luke nodded slowly. "Oh, yeah. I used to have wet dreams about you all the time. And then you had the audacity to move away. Broke my poor little teenaged heart."
"I don't believe it."
"It's the truth. When we heard you'd inherited this house and were going to come back and run it as a B and B, well, let's just say it wasn't a coincidence that ours was the lowest bid."
"But all three of you?" Not that she was complaining. "Whatever made you think---"
"It was a shot in the dark, actually," Ty said. "We've probably pushed you too hard today. Maybe if you'd had that robe on when Derrick fell through the roof we would have gone slower, but Derrick did manage to get you naked again." He shrugged. "Tell us to leave and we'll go."
Luke nodded in agreement. "We won't like it one bit, but we'll do whatever you want."
This sounded like an echo of Derrick's earlier promise. She now had three of the hottest, sexiest men imaginable in her house, naked and fully aroused. If she was ever going to experience fireworks, this would be her best opportunity. Ever. "I don't want you to leave."
Luke's eyes lit up. "In that case, let's put down another sheet. We're gonna need more room."
Derrick jumped up. "I'll get it. I know where they are."
Angelica's eyes were glued to his perfect ass as he ran into the bedroom. "Wow."
Luke gazed after him with a lecherous smirk. "That ass is a pure delight to fuck too. I'll be happy to nail him for you anytime you like."
The mere thought of it sent a jolt of sexual electricity shooting straight through her, hardening her nipples and igniting her clitoris.
"Ooh! That gives me an idea," said Ty. "You can fuck him while Angelica and I suck his cock and balls."
If her cunt had been wet before, it was gushing now. She put a hand to her mouth, sinking her teeth into her knuckles.
"Want something to suck on?" Ty's grin was every bit as salacious as Luke's had been. He glanced at Luke and then nodded toward Angelica. "I think she needs a taste of cock to get her going again."
Angelica stared, wide-eyed as the two men advanced toward her, their thick cocks bouncing slightly with every step they took. A bead of moisture oozed from Luke's slit, but Ty's was actually dripping onto the floor. Remembering what Derrick had told her, she wasn't too surprised that the prospect of a little fellatio had him pumping out the juice. "You really like being sucked, don't you?"
Ty nodded. "My most favorite thing in the whole, wide world."
Luke gave him a resounding slap on the buns. "You said sucking my dick was your most favorite thing."
"Well, yeah. But I come faster if I'm the one getting sucked, so I consider that a plus."
Angelica was incredulous. "You come when you're sucking someone else? I've never heard of such a thing."
"He does it all the time," Luke said. "Want us to show you?"
"I don't think I want to prove it right now," Tyrone said. "Not when Angelica is sitting there with that hungry look in her eyes." His cock was now right in front of her face, his pre-cum dripping onto her leg. "Suck me, Angel. Put my big, hard cock in your mouth and suck it."
Without another thought, Angelica rose up on her knees, leaving the blanket behind. Cupping his balls, she eased him closer until the gleaming head touched her softly parted lips. Ty had been right about her hunger. It was amazingly powerful, making her forget her inhibitions and her previously nonexistent libido. Her past, littered as it was with an assortment of failed romances, she put firmly behind her. This time, she had at least three chances to get it right.
Ty slid his hard cock into her mouth with an audible groan. "Oh, God. You really are an angel."
Luke edged closer, stroking her cheek with his cockhead. "And we want to make you our angel."
Our angel. Had anyone ever said that to her before? Her grandparents, perhaps, but no one else, and certainly not in this context. These guys were making her feel things she'd never felt before. And she liked it. Glancing upward, she searched their faces for confirmation of what she was hearing. Ty's eyes were closed, but Luke was gazing down at her with an intensity that she could almost feel. Oh, yes. They meant every word.
So, this was what it was like to feel desire, lust, and passion. Angelica was already beginning to understand why Ty could climax from sucking cock. Warm and smooth with a delightful slickness, his dick felt absolutely fabulous and tasted even better. But no matter how good it felt in her mouth, she knew it would be even better in her pussy, where it would satisfy the aching need that was becoming more intense with each passing moment.
Her whole body was responding to them to the point that Derrick's return went almost unnoticed until he spread out the sheet and added his own cock to the mix. Now, no matter which way she turned, there was a rock-hard, velvety smooth cock anxious for her touch. Derrick's was long and thick with low-hanging balls lightly dusted with blond curls. Ty's hair was darker, and his cock had a slightly upward curve to it, while his scrotum held his testicles closer to his body. Angelica had heard that many Native Americans didn't have much in the way of body hair, but though Luke's chest was bare, his groin was not. Straight as an arrow with a shapely head, his dick was surrounded by gleaming ebony curls that also adorned his scrotum.
Wrapping her arms around Luke and Derrick, she grabbed their butt cheeks and pulled them into a tight formation with Ty firmly wedged between them. "I want to feel your balls on my face," she said, her voice rough and breathless with lust.
Lifting their cocks to expose their soft sacs, they thrust their hips forward, caressing her cheeks and lips with their testicles.
Her desire reached cataclysmic proportions as she buried her face in their soft scrotal folds. So much cock, so many balls. The scent, the feel, and the heat all combined to make her body scream for release. Her abdomen contracted, and she doubled over, tearing her face away from the source of her craving. Gasping with need, she reached up and grasped the first hand she found. "Get down here."
As the three of them dropped to the floor in a tangle of arms, legs, and aroused male appendages, Angelica became the target for the kind of feminine contact they'd apparently been missing rather badly. Three pairs of hands rolled her onto her side as they caressed her skin. Luke cupped her bare buttocks, his thumbs pressing into the crease between them, separating the fold, feeling for the sensitive places that made her squirm and arch back against his hands. Ty went for her mouth. Capturing her lips, his tongue teased them until they parted, allowing him full access. She'd never liked being kissed like that before, but Ty's was an invasion she both welcomed and savored. Derrick was right. He truly was an amazing kisser.
Derrick went for her tits, suckling them with a thoroughness that demonstrated his immense enjoyment. As Ty's kisses trailed off down her neck, Angelica glanced down to find Derrick gazing back at her, an expression of pure bliss in his big blue eyes. Ty moved further, kissing and licking down over her stomach, pausing to tease her navel before dipping lower. His breath ruffled the curls on her mound and then wafted further to tease the swollen lips that surrounded her slit. An arm slid between her knees, lifting her leg to expose her aching cunt.
Derrick had one nipple in his mouth while he teased the other, rolling the hard nub between his fingertips, eliciting sensations Angelica had never even dreamed she could experience. With Derrick blocking her view, she was expecting Ty's tongue to delve into her at any moment, but had no warning when Luke's finger slid down between her buttocks, seeking her anus. The two men paused for a moment, and then, as though their efforts were coordinated, both plunged into her at the same instant.
Angelica tried to stifle her scream and failed. If they could do that much using only a tongue and a finger, how would it feel to have their stiff rods ramming into her? As the pleasure began to build and she neared the point of detonation, she held her breath, convinced that nothing could ever surpass such ecstasy. Her body tensed and her eyes flew open as Ty's tongue shifted from her opening to her clit, and within three ecstatic seconds, her mind and body both went spinning out of control.
Spasmodic contractions forced cries from deep within her chest, and her eyes squeezed shut. Ty continued with slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue that wrung every particle of strength from her body, leaving her limp and breathless, her mind a total blank. At that moment, they could've done anything to her; she was that helpless. The astonishing thing was that she didn't care.
As her body slowly recovered, she opened her eyes and blinked. "Wow."
Three wicked chuckles vibrated against her skin. Derrick raised his head. "You ain't seen nuthin' yet, Angel. We're just getting started."
Angelica had a feeling that anything beyond that would be the death of her. "That's what I'm afraid of."
Luke leaned closer, his voice husky in her ear. "No need to be afraid of anything, Angel. The three of us will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy."
Ty was nodding his agreement, but Angelica still wasn't sure she believed it. Men had never cared about her safety or happiness or pleasure. They'd always been more concerned with their own needs. Their own satisfaction.
But they'd never made her feel like this.
Not even close.
Derrick knew he would never get enough of her luscious tits, but he'd come so close earlier, the need to get inside her was about to do him in. Luke got up to wash his hands while Ty sat back on his heels, licking his lips. Being in the perfect position to do so, Derrick took advantage of the situation and rolled her onto her back. "I got your clothes off, so I'm going first." He glanced over his shoulder at Ty. "You guys can just eat your hearts out."
Ty snickered. "Should've known the slut muffin would call dibs. We've all been bemoaning the fact that there was no woman in our lives, but he's been the most vocal."
"I certainly have." Derrick sighed, giving her his most imploring look. "Please tell me you're on the pill so I don't have to use a condom."
Angelica shook her head. "Nope. Not on the pill. But I do have an IUD."
"Yes!" Derrick knew she had to be wet enough that he could slide right into her, but he thought he'd better make it perfectly clear exactly what he was intending and why. "You see, if I use a condom, Ty doesn't get sloppy seconds, which is another of his favorite things. Mine, on the other hand, is diving straight in, dick first, without anything between me and your creamy, wet pussy."
Angelica raised a doubtful brow. "Now, how could diving into my creamy, wet pussy be your favorite thing when you've never done it before?"
"Angelica, sweetheart, haven't you been paying attention? We've all had the hots for you since the seventh grade. Although, in my case, I think it might have been the fifth. Not sure. It was a long time ago."
"And I suppose you've never felt a thing for another woman?"
"Well, no, actually. Not like that. I mean, I've fucked a few of them, but..." He dropped his head, feeling suddenly shy. "They weren't you."
"Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"Maybe not, but it's true." Derrick could understand her skepticism. Angelica couldn't have known how much they wished she'd visited her grandmother at least once a month, instead of once a year. The worst part of it was that they'd never managed to catch more than a glimpse of her anytime she'd been in town, sometimes not even knowing she'd been there until after she was gone.
"I'm not the same person I was in the fifth grade, or even the seventh," she said evenly. "You guys don't really know me, and it isn't as though we were close friends back then. I'm not sure why, but you seem to have put me on some sort of pedestal where I have no business being."
Derrick winced. She was right. They really didn't know her. "But it's a start. C'mon Angel. We just gave you one screaming orgasm. We can do it again. And we've got plenty of other things to give you. You just have to let us."
"You mean like providing the labor to turn this place into a B and B? Yeah, I know. And I'd be a fool to pass up the offer." She stopped there, shaking her head. "But I'm still not convinced this is a good idea."
This is what I get for being noble and considerate instead of fucking first and asking questions later. "You're thinking again, Angel."
Luke strolled into the room and lay down on the floor, stretching out on his back, his dick standing up like a flagpole. "Thinking too much is a really bad idea sometimes. You should just lay back and let him fuck you, Angel. He's damn good at it."
Without a word, Ty crawled up beside Luke and went down on him. Just the sight of them made Derrick's cock twitch, but when Ty went for Luke's nuts and sucked them into his mouth, Derrick let out a groan. "Just watch them for a minute, Angel. They get to me every time."
Luke grinned, running his fingers through Tyrone's hair. "Doesn't take much to get Derrick hot, though. He's nearly always hard." Ty backed off, letting Luke's balls pop out of his mouth and then ran his tongue up the full length of his shaft, stopping to nibble at the hard rim of his cockhead.
Derrick shuddered. His cock felt like it was going to explode. And if Angelica's hungry expression was any indication, she was about to explode too. "Ready, Angel?"
Her slow nod was all the encouragement he needed. Diving in between her luscious breasts, he licked his way through the valley between them and then continued on to her lips. Within moments, his cockhead was poised at the entrance to her silken pussy. Wiggling his hips, he separated the folds until he found her open slit where her soft, moist heat lured him inside.
Normally, he liked to plunge into whoever he was fucking with reckless abandon, but this was a moment to be savored. Rotating his hips, he ground his cock into her cunt, feeling her pussy lips clinging to his meat like a hot, wet kiss. He spread his knees, edging her legs apart, leaving his own ass wide open and his nuts swaying with the movement. Luke wouldn't be able to resist sticking his dick in it, whether Ty was sucking him or not.
He began fucking her with slow, sensuous thrusts, feeling his way inside. Her heavy-lidded gaze was fixed on his face with an expression of deep satisfaction.
"Feel good, Angel?"
She nodded slowly. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Derrick was almost all the way in. He could feel his balls just touching her skin. Pretty soon they'd be bouncing on her ass. A glance at Luke caught the conspiratorial wink he aimed at Ty. Derrick grinned. He'd known they wouldn't be able to resist this much longer.
Just as he'd expected, Ty crawled around behind Angelica and bent down to give her a deep-throated kiss. Her inner muscles hugged Derrick's cock as she responded to the slow, erotic mating of their tongues. Derrick knew exactly what Ty was leading up to, so it came as no surprise when he rose up on his knees and moved closer until he was straddling Angelica's head, his balls dangling just above her lips. Wiggling his ass, his nuts brushed her face while his stiffly up-cocked penis swayed back and forth against his belly.
"Don't suppose you'd care to lick my balls, would you, Angel?"
Derrick felt her quiver all the way to his dick. "I thought you'd never ask."
As Ty settled his scrotum on her lips, Derrick watched with unabashed lust, increasing the depth of his thrusts into Angelica's tight, hot channel. He was almost all the way in when she began working the underside of Ty's scrotum with her tongue, ramming it home when she sucked his nuts into her mouth.
Derrick was so close to shooting his wad, he knew he had to slow down. Holding his breath, he watched Angelica licking and sucking Ty's big balls, not even noticing Luke behind him until he felt a stinging slap on his butt and heard Luke's voice, deep and rough. "Spread 'em, big guy. I need to fuck that sizzling hot ass."
Derrick loved the idea, but was a little surprised. "Don't you want to do Angelica?"
Luke's throaty chuckle sounded in his ear. "I do, and I will. But right now, you look so incredibly hot fucking her, I simply can't resist."
The lube was cold on his anus, but Luke's blunt cockhead was hot and slick as it penetrated Derrick's tight hole. Biting his lip, Derrick squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of Angelica tonguing Ty's nuts while he tried desperately to hold off his climax for a just few minutes more. It was damn near impossible. Luke could make him come just by licking his asshole, but the triple treat of the erotic visual, a cock in his butt, and his dick in Angelica was more than he could take.
Once Luke was all the way in and pumping his ass, Derrick let loose on Angelica, driving into her with wild abandon. The pleasure was so intense, he figured he was going to come any second anyway, so he gave up and opened his eyes.
Ty was still on his knees, but had pushed his dick down and was now tapping it against Angelica's chin. Taking the hint, she let go of his scrotum, opening wide to admit his beautifully-shaped cock. She had swallowed about half its full length when Derrick spotted her tongue peeking past her bottom lip as she savored his shaft. Falling forward, his balls clenched as he shot spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum into Angelica's waiting pussy.
Luke never stopped, slamming into Derrick's butt with unprecedented force. Shouting "I'm gonna cream your ass" as he came, Luke pumped out his load while Derrick sighed with pleasure. He dearly loved the feel of cum in his ass, enabling Luke's cock to slide into him with no friction at all. Every once in a while, Ty would jack off in Derrick's asshole, and then Luke would fuck him, using Ty's cum as a lube. That sort of thing might be heavenly, but this was even better.
Collapsing beneath Luke's weight, Derrick lay sprawled across Angelica until Ty pushed both men out of the way. Settling between Angelica's thighs, Ty licked his lips with lascivious delight.
"Oh, boy. Sloppy seconds. Nummy, nummy, nummy..."
Chapter 5
It had been a very long time since Ty had licked a freshly fucked pussy, and he had every intention of taking the time to enjoy himself to the fullest. His two partners had already shot their wads, and now it was his turn. Angelica lay flat on her back with her legs spread wide, her body limp and relaxed. Perfect. For a lover to take an active role wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but there were times when he liked for a girl to simply lie still and let him devour her cum-flavored cunt.
Lying on his belly with his cock pointing toward his toes and his legs spread as wide as Angelica's, Ty knew that Luke and Derrick were bound to spot his stiff dick peeking out from beneath his balls eventually. But right now he wasn't in the mood for anything that would distract him from savoring Angelica.
How many years had he thought about this? More than he'd care to mention, but it had definitely been worth the wait. He and the guys had teased each other about Angelica for a lot of those years. Though it may have been all in fun, it had also kept her memory alive and well long after it should have faded. They should have been able to work for her without their stiff dicks interfering. However, having been itching for her to take possession of the house for the past three years, they were understandably horny.
Now, all that waiting and planning had come to fruition. Ty had known he had to have her the moment Angelica called him. Sue had put the bug in her ear just as he'd hoped she would, and now he had his face between her legs, about to eat her hot, creamy pussy.
As he leaned closer to inhale her fragrance, his balls tingled and his cock tightened painfully. Her pussy lips were still swollen, their folds open wide, displaying her deep pink membranes and Derrick's cream leaking out of her hole. Ty lapped it up, savoring its sweet tang.
He'd already licked her to climax once, and though he thought she might have one more orgasm left in her, whether she came or not wasn't a factor this time. For her, this was afterglow, and he didn't want to spoil it by getting her all riled up again. No, he wanted to lick the cum out of her pussy and then take her on a nice, long, slow ride.
Pushing back her labia, he spread her soft petals wide and gazed at her clit. It looked like a tiny cockhead, and he knew it was every bit as sensitive as his dick, perhaps even more so. Kissing it, he sucked it into his mouth and then flattened his tongue against it, loving the way it surged in response. After a bit, he began fucking her with his tongue, sliding in and out of her opening while reveling in the tingle of Derrick's semen. Smiling as he heard her moan, he raised his head. Derrick was kissing her.
The scent of sex filled Ty's head, and as his tongue swept around her hole, his cock finally shouted at him loud enough that he could almost hear it. Of course, the fact that Luke was breathing on his ass might have had something to do with that. Luke's warm breath was the only warning he had before he bit into the fullest part of Ty's butt.
"You better not fuck my ass," Ty warned. "You know I don't like that."
"I know you don't, and I've never understood why. You've got such a nice ass, too. Very fuckable. Very hot."
"No ass fucking. Really. I mean it."
Luke sighed with regret. "Well then, is it okay if I play with your nuts?"
Derrick was laughing his head off. "You don't really have to ask him that, do you?" He shook his head in disbelief and went back to kissing Angelica.
He was right, of course. Ty loved having his balls licked, massaged, and fondled. Angelica had already done a terrific job on them, but now it was Luke's turn to play ball. Raising his hips, Ty wiggled his butt, making his nuts sway enticingly. He knew for a fact that Luke couldn't resist that, though it was what Derrick normally did when he wanted his ass fucked.
Luke ran a hand over Ty's skin, setting off a shiver of anticipation. "What if I promise not to go inside, but just use my dick to play with your buns?"
"Might want to wash it first," Angelica suggested with a soft giggle. "I mean, we all know where it's been."
"Oh, all right," Luke grumbled. "Be right back. Don't go anywhere."
Ty had to laugh. About the only reason he could think of for leaving would be if the house caught fire, which was highly unlikely. "So, how do you like the partnership so far, Angel? Want to make any changes to the contract before you sign?"
"Mmm...dunno. I'll have to think about that."
"Take your time. I will most definitely be taking mine." With that, Ty dove into her bush again, slathering his face with her essence.
Within minutes, Luke was back again, his cock lubed up and ready to go. As his cockhead slid up Ty's crack, he rubbed his slick nuts against Ty's scrotum. Luke had never done that to him before, mainly because Ty seldom let himself get caught in that position, but he had to admit, it felt damn good. Of course, with Angelica as bait, he'd probably walk into any trap Luke were to set.
Angelica. Inching forward, Ty kissed his way up over her mound to her belly and on up to suckle at her breast. Her lips were parted, soft sighs escaping them as he teased her. Before long, his cockhead was kissing her soft folds, the contractions of his pelvic muscles sending tiny jets of pre-cum all over her cunt.
Penetration. It felt almost as good as a climax---perhaps even more so because there was plenty of breathless anticipation to go along with it. Ty groaned as his cockhead hit the end of her slick tunnel. "Oh, God, that feels good."
Luke chuckled. "Why do I think you're not talking to me?"
"Because I'm not. Sorry, Luke, but I was talking to Angelica. Now, if you had a pussy I could fuck, it would be different, but nothing feels quite like it. I haven't had my dick in one for a very long time, and never in Angelica's." The one I've always longed to be inside.
Derrick moved aside, seeming to understand exactly what Ty wanted. Reaching beneath her shoulders, Ty scooped Angelica up in his arms for a kiss. Her mouth was soft, wet, and pliant, and she opened for his tongue just as she'd opened for his cock. Pumping into her slowly, he savored each stroke, their dual moisture mixing with Derrick's cum to provide a smooth, effortless glide that took him closer to climax with each passing moment, no matter how much he wanted to prolong the pleasure.
Luke left off playing with his balls, and Ty glimpsed him heading for the bathroom again. Apparently Luke had a mind to fuck something besides ass. Either that or he was simply waiting for the right moment to dive in between Angelica's soft, round cheeks. Ty hoped she liked anal sex better than he did, or Luke was going to feel very left out.
Derrick sat nearby with his legs outstretched, pumping his fist up and down his hard rod. With visual stimulation like he was getting---like they were all getting---there might not be a flaccid penis among them for days to come.
Ty devoured Angelica's mouth as he fucked her, her moans and whimpers driving him on until the pressure began building and his nuts felt like two lead weights. Rapidly approaching the point of no return, he didn't even try to hold back, but let it come. With one crashing crescendo of ecstasy, his mind went blank as reflexes took over, sending his semen spewing from his dick, filling her with his cum.
Gazing down into her beautiful eyes, Ty gave Angelica another long, lingering kiss and then rolled off her.
Luke was waiting.
Angelica glanced up just in time to meet Luke's fiery eyes before he thrust into her with a force she felt clear to her backbone. So, he likes it rough, does he?
Like? Angelica had never enjoyed sex enough to determine that she liked anything about it, except when it ended. What a difference these three men had made in her life, in her understanding of what it meant to enjoy men's bodies, both on the giving end and the receiving. This was how her first time should have been. The wondrous discovery of how much pleasure could be derived from sexual contact.
Her body had lain dormant for her entire life, waiting for a sexual awakening that had proven as elusive as the search for the meaning of life. But perhaps she had already stumbled upon the meaning of life. Perhaps it had fallen through the ceiling of her bedroom that very morning. Or had run up the stairs.
Having slaked his lust in her body, Ty lay beside her, as relaxed as a sleeping cat. Derrick was clearly ready for another round, while Luke was slamming into her like a man who had lost all control, becoming more animal than human. With a feral snarl, his fingers speared through her hair, his hands gripping her head as his mouth came down on hers with a passion simultaneously terrifying and stimulating. His ferocious kiss awakened the beast within her, and she seized his hair in both fists. Wrapping the long tresses around her hands, she held him prisoner.
"You want to fuck my ass, don't you, Luke?" she hissed against his lips. "Want to go in balls deep while someone else does me from the other side. Come on, you big, horny ass-fucker. You know you do."
The others had teased Derrick about being a slut, but Angelica had a feeling she was becoming one herself. Spreading her legs wide, she drew her knees up, exposing her sex like never before. It wasn't enough. Letting go of Luke's hair, she grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet up over her head.
Luke kept right on banging into her with his stiff rod. "I do, and I will, Angel. You'll enjoy every second of it, but right now, I'm fucking your cum-slick cunt. And I'm lovin' it."
Angelica shuddered beneath the onslaught of his blazing passion. Sweet and gentle he was not, but at that moment, he suited her perfectly. She felt wanton and wild, like a savage beast.
"Think of it, Angel," he growled. "The three of us fucking you at the same time. A cock in every hole, blasting you full of hot, creamy cum."
Her mind reeled with the realization that this was what she'd wanted---no, needed---her entire adult life. She wasn't frigid or disinterested. She'd simply never had the sort of sexual stimulation her mind and body craved. For others, it might have been overload, but for her, it was the threshold to the doorway of sensuous fulfillment.
She wanted to tell him what she wanted, but her voice refused to cooperate. No words issued from her throat, only gasps and screams of the most intense pleasure she'd experienced to date. Knowing it would be tripled when they filled her with nearly thirty inches of hot, hard cock made the anticipation overrule any inhibitions she might have had. Letting go of her ankles, she rested her heels on his butt, teasing her own nipples with her fingertips before reaching up to toy with Luke's. Her inner muscles gripped his rod like a vise, relaxing with each inward stroke and then squeezing him so tightly he had difficulty withdrawing.
Luke's sultry gaze locked on hers through the tangle of his hair. "You never knew how much you liked cock before, did you, Angel? Don't want to let me out, do you?"
Coherent speech continued to elude her to the point that she could only shake her head in reply.
"Trust me, I know the feeling. I never knew how much I'd like fucking guys until Daring Derrick brought home some bisexual porn. Before that, we'd just been buddies---three guys who stuck together because we got bullied by the jocks. But when Ty and I walked in on him that day with his dick in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, my meat got harder than it ever had before." He paused, raking his hair back over his shoulders while grinding his dick into her cunt, his pubic hair tickling her fully exposed clit. "The next thing I knew, Ty was sucking his prick and I was nailing that awesome ass." He nodded toward Derrick. "That's the reason we left him in here alone with you. We knew he could get your mind going places it had never been before."
He was right about that much, but she'd needed more than Derrick. She'd needed all of them. Just having them all in the room with her that morning had set off the chain reaction that had culminated in this blatant display of unabashed sexuality.
"Of course, having your bare butt staring me in the face did amazing things to me, too. You almost got nailed right then and there." He let out a groan as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Here it comes, Angel. Get ready."
Angelica had thought he was all the way in before, but he plumbed new depths as he thrust in to the max, the pulsing jets from his swollen cock hitting her sensitive membranes with a force she could actually feel.
"Oh, fuck..." Luke fell forward, his hair blanketing her chest in a silken wave while Angelica's pussy convulsed around him, milking every last drop from his spewing cock. For a moment, he seemed unable to move at all, but then his teasing lips sought the nearest nipple and his hand splayed out over her heated flesh in a gentle caress. "I've never come so hard in my life." The beast in him apparently satisfied, he chuckled against her breast, his warm breath sending ripples of pleasure racing across her skin. "You must be a sorceress, Angel, turning us into insatiable love slaves."
"Mmm, yeah. You got that right," Derrick put in. "Dedicated love slaves, deliriously happy to be at your beck and call night and day for the rest of your life."
Ty sighed, nodding his agreement, but Angelica was convinced it was the other way around. They had turned her into their love slave, and she never wanted it to end.
If this is enslavement, bring on the chains...
Chapter 6
A loud growl from Luke's ravenous stomach broke the silence, drawing gales of laughter from Angelica. "Guess you can't live on nookie, whether you're a love slave or not."
Luke sighed. "I dunno. The way I feel right now, I could keep this up for days on end."
"Maybe," she conceded. "But you'd keep up your strength better if I fed you once in a while."
Derrick snickered. "Fucks really hard, doesn't he?"
"No shit. You guys may have to carry me downstairs."
Luke was about to take this as chastisement, but the way she threaded her fingers through his hair expressed a very different sentiment. Thank God. If she didn't like the wild animal she'd unleashed, this was going be tough. He raised his head to study her face as another possibility occurred to him. "Didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Oh, no," she replied. "But I may never be the same."
Though her smile told him that this was a good thing, Luke still thought he ought to explain. "I'll try to be more careful when I'm in your ass, but you've got to understand, I---"
This time, Derrick did more than snicker, letting out a derisive cackle. "He's never that careful with me, Angel." With a wicked grin, he added, "Better let me go first. I know how to do it gently."
"I can be gentle," Luke insisted. "But since you like it rough, I've never had to go easy on you."
Derrick smiled sheepishly. "True. I'm just a hopeless man-whore who dearly loves having the snot fucked out of him."
Angelica's giggle warmed Luke to the core. "Oh, Derrick. You crack me up. I think I'm falling in love." Which was welcome news. If she could love a man-whore like Derrick, there might be hope for an animal like Luke.
"Great!" Derrick exclaimed. "'Cause I'm already in love with you, Angel. No point in denying it. I used to get a woody every time I watched you sit down at your desk in math class. The time you helped me with my homework is permanently etched on my mind. I had to go jack off after that. My cum is probably still splattered all over the ceiling of the boys restroom."
Angelica was laughing as she hooked an arm around Derrick's neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. Luke felt a pang of envy. He'd never had a class with Angelica, but that hadn't kept him from noticing her---especially since Ty and Derrick talked about her constantly.
"Wish I'd known that," she said with a rueful smile. "Would've gone a long way toward improving my self-image."
"I doubt it," Derrick said bluntly. "I wasn't much to look at back then. None of us were."
Luke certainly couldn't argue with that. He'd been skinny as a rail with feet, hands, and ears that were too big for the rest of him. Angelica had been so much more than cute, even then. "You were beautiful, Angel. Just flat-out beautiful. And you're even more beautiful now."
She gazed at him with such warmth, Luke knew he'd done something right. When she spoke, there were tears pooling in her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm glad you think so. I've never felt beautiful before."
Luke had a little trouble talking around the lump in his throat. "Well, you should. Because you are."
She crooked a finger at him, and Luke crawled up over her, his face suspended above hers. Yes, she was beautiful, and it wasn't only because of her looks. She was beautiful on the inside, too. He couldn't explain how he knew it. He only knew that he did.
She didn't say a word, but took his face in her hands, pulling him down for a kiss. As their lips touched, Luke felt light, buoyant, as though something had lifted him up into the clouds. He'd never felt that way before, not even when kissing Derrick or Ty. Though he loved them both dearly, there was no denying that it was different with a woman. Very different.
Luke was still gazing into her eyes with speechless admiration when Ty cleared his throat. "I think we may have something to celebrate," Ty said. "Or at least some things to discuss. What do you say we do it over dinner? After we finish cutting up that tree, we can go home and get cleaned up and then pick you up here---or meet you somewhere---say around seven?"
Giving Angelica another quick kiss, Luke reluctantly rolled off her. "Great. I'm already starving."
Angelica nodded. "That sounds fine to me. Where do you want to go?"
"Anyplace you like, Angel," Ty declared. "Your call."
Luke had to smile. Ty was doing his sincere thing. Luke had never been able to resist it, and he was pretty sure Angelica wouldn't, either. As it was, she seemed a little flustered. "I have no idea. I haven't eaten out much since I moved back here. What would you guys recommend?"
Luke knew exactly where he would take her if he was the one doing the choosing. Fabulous food, terrific atmosphere, romantic little nooks---
"How about Jake's Diner?" Derrick suggested. "Their cheesy potatoes are totally awesome."
"Oh, come on Derrick!" Ty admonished him. "We can do better than that!"
Derrick shook his head. "No, we can't. Best food in town. Maybe even the world."
"Well, yeah, but it's such a dive," Ty said, frowning.
Angelica rolled onto her side, propping her head on her palm. "You mean it's unsafe for a woman to eat there?"
Ty shrugged uncomfortably. "Well, maybe."
Luke spotted the irony immediately, but Ty obviously hadn't as yet. She ran her fingers up Ty's muscular arm. "Are you forgetting that I'll have three big, strong men with me?"
Ty winced. "Hadn't thought of that."
Angelica's peal of laughter sent another surge of affection through Luke's heart. To put up with the three of them for any length of time, a woman would have to have a good sense of humor, which she apparently did. Their relationship still had a chance. It might even survive dinner at Jake's.
Ty was right about one thing. The place was definitely a dive. If the décor had changed in fifty years, it was only because they couldn't order the same kind of chipped plates anymore. As they entered the diner, Angelica spotted a big, burly man with a three-day beard and a greasy apron waving at them from behind the counter. "Well, if it isn't Fag Brothers Construction Company in the flesh. Nice to see you boys again."
"Told you we should've taken her someplace else," Ty said, giving Derrick a nudge.
"Good thing I like his damned potatoes," Derrick growled under his breath. Lifting his chin, he stared the man right in the eye. "Jake, how many times do we have to tell you, we're not fags!"
"A few more," Jake said with a boisterous laugh. "You three keep on living together, and people will think it."
What is it about small towns? Knowing she would probably face the same sort of teasing if and when she took the guys up on their offer, Angelica made a big show of scratching her head as though giving this matter careful consideration. "I dunno about that. They sure don't seem like fags to me---and I should know since I've fucked all three of 'em." With a sensuous lick of her lips, she aimed her most lascivious smile right at Jake. "They're hung like donkeys."
Jake's oily face turned a deep shade of vermillion. Pressing her advantage, she continued, "I hear you have some good eats here, Jake. How 'bout proving it?"
Jake muttered a barely audible, "Yes, ma'am," and nodded toward a booth. "Have a seat."
As they clambered into the rickety booth, Luke was biting his lip, Ty was openly chuckling, and Derrick was turning purple.
"Breathe, Derrick," Angelica said as he settled in beside her.
"I'm trying," he gasped. "I still can't believe you said that."
Angelica shrugged. "Hey, in Vegas, you learn to ignore it or give it right back to them. You never know what people on the street will say, especially to a lone woman."
"I've been thinking about that," Ty said. "If we do wind up as a permanent foursome, what will your guests at the B and B say? Would they harass you about it?"
Angelica handed out the battered menus that were stuck behind the condiment holder. "Not getting cold feet, are you, Ty?" She kept her tone casual, but the thought of their plans falling through at this point shook her to the core. Am I that attached to them already?
"Well, no," he said quickly. "I'm thinking it might be bad for business if you get some prudish types staying there."
Angelica didn't know whether to be angry, annoyed, or touched. So much for the happily ever after. "Guess you should've thought about that before you made me the offer."
"We did think about it," Luke said. "We just didn't think it through far enough."
Angelica took a deep breath. She hadn't committed to anything and wouldn't until she knew whether she could trust her heart to them or not. "Okay, then. Let's say I do agree to it. What are our options?"
Luke drummed his fingers on the table. "Well...we could stay in the house we're in and visit you once in a while."
"Nope. Don't like that one a bit."
"We could take turns being your husband," Ty suggested.
"That's a possibility, but there's something about me you may not understand." She paused, drawing in a shaky breath. "I've never been...happy with one man." Come on, Angelica. Just spit it out... "Never even moderately stimulated. I, I need all three of you at once."
"Really?" Derrick said brightly. "That's so incredibly perfect! But, you know, the longer we're together, maybe you might get more into it, so to speak, and need only one of us at a time."
"Possibly," Angelica admitted. "But what if I don't?"
"We'd all be working during the day anyhow," Luke said. "We could sneak in at night."
"Don't forget there are three of you," Angelica said patiently. "We'd need the entire third floor, which would eliminate one room for paying guests."
"True," Ty conceded. "But you'd have our construction income to fall back on."
"Not if we aren't legally married," Angelica said.
"How about if we merge the two companies?" Luke suggested. "That would work, wouldn't it?"
"Maybe, but it still doesn't solve the other problem, which is that my B and B clients would know that I was shacked up with three men."
Derrick was turning purple again, but this time it appeared to be from excitement. "I've got it! We could build an addition onto the house!"
"Or a sort of carriage house out back," Luke said, getting into the spirit. "All four of us could live there and nobody would have to know we were sharing the same bedroom. We could even have separate entrances. One of us could be your 'official' husband, and the other two would be the construction crew members who live in the apartment on the other side."
"Except there wouldn't be another side," Ty added.
Angelica put up a hand. "Hold on a minute." In this case, being the voice of reason was even less fun than usual, but someone had to do it. "Where would we get the money?"
"If we were to sell the house we're living in now, we'd have plenty."
Ty was the one who said it, but the other two were both nodding their agreement. Angelica nearly choked on the lump in her throat as her eyes began to fill with tears. The fact that they were willing to give up their own home in order to live together with her said a lot. "That's very sweet of you, but maybe you could just rent it out. After all, you wouldn't have to build a real apartment. Just another bedroom and bath."
Derrick snickered. "It'd have to be a really big bathroom."
"And we could have meals together in the main house," Luke said. "I'm not a bad cook. I could help you."
Ty reached across the table and took her hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "This could work, Angel. We could make it work."
Angelica's thoughts vacillated back and forth like two prizefighters trading punches. "I'm sure we could, but isn't it a little too soon to know what we really feel for each other?"
Ty shrugged. "You know what they say about home remodeling being tough on a relationship. I figure if we can make it through this, we can make it through anything. For now, we'll get as much of the B and B work done as we can with the money you've got. Then if you decide you want us, we'll take the next step."
"If I decide? What about you guys?"
Derrick slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "We've already decided, Angel. The ball's in your court now."
Chapter 7
Angelica couldn't argue the fact that Jake, despicable though he might be, made the best chicken fingers she'd ever tasted in her life. And Derrick was right about the cheesy potatoes.
"Awesome, aren't they?" he said as she took the first taste.
"Absolutely. Now if I can just weasel the recipe out of him, I'll include it on my Sunday brunch menu."
"Not sure he'd give it to you now," Luke said. "You've got him good and riled."
"Maybe, but I bet if I eat enough of them, I can probably figure out the ingredients." She took another bite. "Hash browns, obviously. Topped with crushed cornflakes drowning in butter. Cheese---gotta be sharp cheddar---some bits of chicken, probably from cream of chicken soup...onions...sour cream...salt, pepper." She glanced up at Jake, who was scowling at her from across the counter. "I'm right, aren't I?"
Jake snorted. "Wouldn't tell you if you were."
"Don't worry, Angel," Derrick said. "You can try them out on me anytime you like. I'll give you my honest, unbiased opinion."
"Would serve him right if I stole all his customers, too," Angelica said tartly. "He's not very nice to you guys."
Ty shrugged. "He just calls us the Fag Brothers. It's not like it isn't true...sort of."
Angelica flipped over the menu. It was blank on the other side, save for a few catsup stains. Not much of a selection..."Doesn't matter. It's still not a good way to treat your customers."
"True," Luke said. "And we do eat here a lot."
Angelica laughed softly as an interesting thought occurred to her. "Maybe he really likes you and is afraid to say so."
Derrick stood up. "Hey, is that it, Jake?" His voice was loud enough that everyone in the diner could hear him. "You've got the hots for us?"
Jake snarled, but his blush gave him away.
"Holy shit!" Derrick exclaimed. "After all these years we find out he really likes us! Who'd have thunk it?"
Ty appeared to be every bit as astonished as Derrick, but Luke was laughing his head off. "I think he's jealous of you, Angel."
Derrick sat back down. "You've got nothing to worry about there, sweetheart. I may be a slut, but I wouldn't let him in my ass for anything."
Angelica was barely able to get the words out, she was laughing so hard. "Not even for the potatoes?"
Derrick was firm. "No. Not even that."
"He has high standards for a slut," Luke said smugly. "After all, he's been nailed by the best."
"And when you are the best, it's not bragging." Derrick gave her a nudge. "Gonna let him try it later?"
"Maybe." Once again, the thought of having a cock in every orifice had Angelica gasping for breath. What would that feel like?
Derrick nodded his approval. "How about we take you back to our place for the night? We've got a humongous bed. Of course, if you prefer the floor---"
"I don't."
"Well then for pity's sake, eat up, and let's get out of here," Luke said brusquely. "You just can't say something like that and then sit around dawdling."
Derrick snickered. "You'll have to excuse his lack of manners, Angel. All you said was 'maybe,' but I'll bet he's got the biggest, hardest boner he's ever had in his life."
Angelica shot a questioning glance at Luke, who nodded, the gaze from his fierce blue-gray eyes holding her like a chain. "Like a rock."
"Painful?" Angelica asked.
"Excruciating."
"Well, we can't have that, now. Can we?" She waved at Jake, smiling broadly. "Oh, Jake, dear, could you bring us the check, please?"
Luke volunteered to do the driving, knowing full well that one touch from any of the others would send him off on a sexual rampage none of them would ever forget---or forgive. As usual, Derrick got into the action first and, with a little help from Ty, was already in the process of stripping Angelica down to her skin before they even got out of the car. By the time Luke came through the front door after putting the car away, she was naked with her arms around Derrick's neck. When she slid her arms down his back to push off his jeans, the sight of Derrick's meaty ass coupled with her succulent tits had Luke fumbling with his belt, his fingers cold and trembling with lust.
"Nice place you've got here," she commented. Planting a kiss on Derrick's lips, she added, "I take it you guys did the renovations."
Ty shucked off his jeans before yanking her butt up against his groin. "Sure did. Shouldn't be too hard to rent it out or sell it."
"I wouldn't be in a hurry to advertise it just yet," Angelica cautioned. "My whole B-and-B deal could fall through at any time."
Ty trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder. "I doubt it. That kind of quaint little inn does very well around here. I'm surprised the bank was so stingy."
Gripping Derrick's butt with both hands, she pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his tight manhole. "Me, too, though it might have been due to my lack of backing. Like I said, he wanted me to take on a partner."
Derrick wiggled his ass, sending a lightning bolt of sensation through Luke's balls. He was about to come, and he hadn't even gotten his pants unzipped yet. "The economy still isn't in that great a shape. I guess it pays to be cautious."
Cautious. Luke knew that was exactly what he had to be or Angelica would never let him in her ass again. It had to be done just right. Drawing on every ounce of self-control he possessed, he shut the door and unbuttoned his shirt. Casting it aside, he kicked off his boots and jeans and joined the party.
"C'mon, Angel," Derrick growled as Luke threaded his arms around Angelica to pull her hip against his cock. "What d'you say we forget about the house for now and concentrate on fucking each other's brains out?"
Luke would never have said that to her, but Angelica never flinched and growled right back at him. Derrick the Slut could get away with murder, it seemed. But, then, he wasn't intending to fuck her ass.
Or was he? Derrick had nailed Luke's butt plenty of times. Would he try to get there first? Luke ran his fingers down her back, cupping Angelica's soft bottom as he let out a groan that probably sounded every bit as desperate as it felt. If he didn't fuck her soon, he was going to go completely nuts. A quiet chuckle drew Luke's eye just in time to catch Derrick's quick wink. No, slut or not, Derrick wouldn't do that to him. That ass is all mine. For now.
Luke kept one hand on her butt while turning her to face him with the other. The kiss was wet and wild as he devoured her lips, thrusting inside the soft warmth of her mouth. The suction she exerted on his tongue startled him at first, but the harder she sucked, the more ravenous he became until the need to possess her overwhelmed him completely.
"Be careful, Angel," Derrick warned. "He's already about to blow."
Angelica let go of his tongue instantly. "I'm sorry, Luke. I thought you liked it rough. Never did that before. At least, I don't think I have." Ducking her head, she raked a hand through her hair. "I must be losing my mind."
"No problem," Luke gasped. "But he's right. I can't take much more."
"Good thing I have the perfect solution," Ty said, lifting Angelica off her feet. "Let's take this to the bed." Scooping up her legs, he added, "I hope you're ready for a triple play, sweetheart, 'cause we're all about to lose control."
His mind and body were in such torment that Luke could barely put one foot in front of the other. He was stumbling along behind Ty when Derrick took his arm. "You okay?"
"I honestly don't know," Luke replied. "She's got me so stoked I'm shaking like a leaf."
"Me, too," Derrick confided. "We could so easily blow this whole thing---"
Ty paused at the threshold to the bedroom. "Hey, are you two coming, or do I get to do this all by myself?"
"Hell, no, you don't get to do it all by yourself," Derrick shot back. "We're in this together. All the way." He glanced at Luke. "Right?"
"Right." Luke took a deep breath. Ty's jibe had helped enormously. He had control of himself now. "Just 'cause I'm so fuckin' hard I can hardly walk doesn't mean you get to start without me."
Ty snickered. "Hear that, Angel? That's what you do to him." Nuzzling her ear, he added, "And you do the same thing to me. You've got some serious power over us, baby."
"Oh, I do not," Angelica protested. "You guys are the ones with the power. You've got me saying and doing and feeling things I've never even imagined before. It's kinda freaking me out."
Derrick pulled back the blankets. "But in a good way, right?"
"Oh, yeah."
Not wasting a moment, he rolled onto her and dove straight into her slit. "Oh, wow. I just love doing that. Can't do that to an ass."
"You'd better not," Angelica gasped. "Holy shit. I think I'm gonna---" She snapped up off the bed so fast she and Derrick nearly bonked heads.
"Come?" Derrick wiggled his butt, making her body jackknife once again.
Luke stood there staring for a long, breathless moment and then sprang into action. After a quick dash into the bathroom for a towel, he was back, just as Derrick rolled over, taking Angelica with him. She lay with her tits smashed into his chest, straddling his hips with her gorgeous ass staring Luke right in the face. Again.
This time he didn't hesitate. Derrick was still pumping his dick into her slick cunt, and that along with the clear view of her anus nearly drove Luke insane with lust. Snatching up a bottle of lube from the bedside table, he squirted it between her butt cheeks and then slathered it on his meat. Pausing only to dry his hands on the towel to ensure a good grip, he grabbed her hips, pressing his blunt head against her tight hole.
Swiveling her head around, Angelica tossed him a quick grin. "Not wasting any time, are you, Luke?"
Luke shook his head. "I'll do my best to be careful, Angel, but I'd hate to make you a promise I can't keep."
His heart skipped a dozen or so beats as she wiggled her butt, making Derrick's balls jiggle and his own dick drool. "Go for it, then. Fuck my ass."
Wrapping his hand around his dick, he thrust into her as gently as he could. Having his hand there would prevent him from going in too deep at first, but there was still plenty of cock to impale her with. Rubbing circles around the rim, he tried to hold back, but the thought of thrusting through that tight, muscular ring taunted him.
Ty climbed onto the bed, crawling forward on his knees until his nuts were suspended above Derrick's mouth. "Here, Angel. Suck on that, and you'll be so full of hard cock, you won't even feel him reaming your ass."
Luke shook his head sadly. "If that's what you think it's like to have a dick in your butt, then you've got a lot to learn." A shudder shook him as he pictured Ty fucking Angelica with Derrick's meat in his mouth and Luke's prick in his manhole. Ty would probably change his mind then. At that moment, Luke couldn't decide which one of the three he'd rather fuck, which either meant that he was as much of a slut as Derrick or that he loved them all.
Backing off, he teased her puckered anus with a fingertip. Gliding in and out, he felt the smooth muscle squeezing his finger the way it would hug his dick. "Feel good, Angel?"
"Oh, yeah." Moaning, she pushed back against his hand.
Luke pressed his palms together, his index fingers forming one small probe. Dragging them up her crack, he soaked them with the lube and then pushed in again. "Better?"
She ground her butt against his hands. "Much."
"Want me to fuck you now?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Do it!"
Luke moved in closer, his cock in hand to guide it into her ass. "Tighter, Angel. Squeeze me really hard."
For someone who'd never done it before, she seemed to have an innate grasp of the technique. Tightening her sphincter, she rammed back against his groin.
Luke let out a yell as his head fell back, and his spine arched, driving his dick deep into her body. He could feel Derrick's cock moving beneath his. He'd been unprepared for that aspect of it. It was like making love to both of them at the same time.
He tried to convince himself that this was for Angelica's pleasure, not his, but it was an exercise in utter futility. Her tight ring gripped him as he thrust into her, each stroke cranking the heat up another notch. While Derrick braced her shoulders as he'd done that morning, giving her the best possible angle to suck Ty's cock, he opened his mouth wide, letting Ty's balls drop into his mouth. Luke shuddered. His entire body was one gigantic orgasm just waiting to happen.
"You're killing me," he moaned. "Oh, God. This is so hot..." Angelica's round cheeks being split by his hard dick, Ty's expression of total abandon as he got his cock and balls sucked at the same time, Derrick's penis stroking firmly against his own. It was all too much. His senses completely overloaded, Luke reached a plateau and hung there, teetering on the precipice between arousal and ultimate fulfillment, knowing that if any of the others were to climax, he'd be right there with them.
Not surprisingly, Derrick was the first to go. His orgasmic shout was muffled by Ty's balls, but Luke could feel the surge of Derrick's cock against his own. Angelica froze for a brief moment and then bucked uncontrollably, nearly knocking Luke out of her tight passage. Luke's hands were slipping on her moist skin, and he fought to maintain his position. No way was he going to come anywhere but in her sweet little ass. Ty went next, his head flung back, his hands tangled in Angelica's hair as he unloaded in her mouth.
Moving on pure instinct, Luke kept right on fucking, feeling, surging until the dam finally cracked, unleashing his seed. Driving in to the hilt, Luke ejaculated, his cum flooding into her, leaving his cock awash in its own thick semen.
"Oh, God, Luke," Angelica gasped. "Please, don't stop. I can't believe how incredible that feels." She ground her cheeks against his groin, rotating his cock in her cream-filled ass. "I--oh--fuck." Her body stiffened as she came again, forcing ecstatic cries from deep in her throat. Luke was already seeing stars, but kept on as she'd asked, his cock spitting out even more cum as his nuts contracted again and again, squeezing out every last drop until the well finally went dry.
Angelica felt like a rag doll tossed into a pile of boy toys as the fragile pyramid they formed collapsed into a tangle of sweaty, sated bodies. Her womb was still in spasms, wrenching gasps and moans of ecstasy from her like never before.
Ecstasy. That was the only word she could find to describe the feeling, but even so, it was inadequate, for what she felt was complete, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for it, not even the fabulous sex they'd had earlier in the day.
As she lay there among the men who had given her that joy, she couldn't help but wonder if that experience had primed her for this one. Would she have reached these same heights if they'd done this first, or was there more to it than that? Had the few hours spent in their company turned it into something deeper, more significant than a mere passing pleasure? Could it possibly be the result of the growing attachment she felt toward them?
Because she did feel something for them---something already quite strong and growing more powerful with each beat of her heart. Derrick was so adorably funny and sweet, Ty the kind of rock-solid man every woman longed to lean on, Luke the bad boy of many a wicked fantasy. Together, they had the potential to fill not only every niche in her body, but also the very depths of her soul. Was it greedy to want all of them even though they claimed to want her?
Should she agree to their proposal right now, or should she take a wait-and-see approach? After all, no one could make a decision of that magnitude based on the events of one day. They couldn't expect her to. It was too soon, too fresh, too unorthodox an idea for a snap decision. Knowing that they would be with her at least until she ran out of money gave her breathing room. Not years, of course, but several weeks at the very least. And now there was the roof repair in addition to the other renovations. She could work alongside them during the day and make love with them at night. During that time she would make it a priority to get to know these three very different men and understand their moods as best she could, learning as much as possible about their personalities as well as their bodies. It was a process she was sure to enjoy, and then, when the job was finished, she could make an informed decision. All she needed was the time to sort it out.
Chapter 8
Eight weeks later...
Angelica tossed her worn-out paintbrush into the trash can and slammed the lid shut. "I never want to breathe in the smell of varnish again as long as I live." The roof and the siding had been replaced, the new bathrooms added, the interior walls patched and given a fresh coat of paint, and the kitchen had undergone a major renovation. The main staircase had been the last job, and now it was finished.
Luke grinned as he took her in his arms. "Guess we won't ever be able to talk you into helping out on our other jobs then, huh?"
"Not a chance," she declared, though if Luke were to kiss her continuously, she might consider it. She had come to disagree with Derrick's insistence that Ty was the best kisser. Ty might have been one of the most kind, loving, dependable men she'd ever met, and though he probably did kiss as well as Don Juan, she absolutely adored her wild Indian's kisses. And her blond surfer dude's.
"We need to celebrate," Ty said, wrapping his arms around both of them, his groin nestled against her butt.
Swinging her hips, Angelica brushed back and forth across the stiff rod tucked in his pants, then paused in her exploration of Luke's lips. "Dinner at Jake's?"
Derrick chuckled wickedly. "You bet! But we'll do that later. First things first." Lifting her arms from where they were entwined around Luke's neck, he slid his hands beneath her tank top to fondle her breasts. "Mmm...I just love it when you don't wear a bra."
"And I love it when you don't wear pants," she purred.
Ty unzipped his jeans. "What do you say we fuck each other senseless, take a shower, and then head out to Jake's?"
Derrick pulled her top off over her head. "How is that different from any other night?"
"Dunno," Luke murmured against her lips. "Maybe it isn't."
"Maybe it is," Angelica said. "Maybe we'll actually get to sleep late tomorrow."
"Aw, you mean you don't have any more breakfast recipes to try out on us?" Derrick pushed down her shorts as she wrestled with Luke's belt buckle.
"Of course I do. I'm not even halfway through the list of stuff on that B and B website. What about a Mexican sausage casserole?" She smiled as Ty's hot dick teased her buns. "Or I could do something more creative."
Ty's lips brushed her ear. "I love it when you get creative."
Derrick leaned in to suckle her breast. "Yeah. Makes us all very happy."
"We can be creative too," Luke said as he and Ty lifted her off her feet. Pressing their bodies together, they sandwiched her between them.
"But Derrick can't suck my tits if you do that," she moaned as their slick cocks slipped between her thighs to stroke her pussy lips. "And I can't suck anyone's cock."
"But this feels really good," Ty murmured. "Your wet pussy, Luke's thick cock...If you can figure out a way to get in on this, Derrick, go for it."
Derrick chuckled softly. "Maybe I'll just fuck your ass."
"You know what? This time I might actually let you do it."
Angelica giggled. "Now, there's a reason to celebrate. The rest of us get ours fucked all the time. It's your turn, don't you think?"
"Let me ask you one question, Angelica, and then I'll answer that," Ty said. "What do we do next? Build on a room, build a carriage house, or go home with our tails tucked between our legs? I've drawn up plans for both of them."
"Carriage house," she said firmly. "With two entrances so my clients won't think we're a bunch of perverts."
"Even though we are," Derrick put in.
Luke traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. "Being perverts is so much fun. She just doesn't want any of her guests coming out there to join the party."
"True," Angelica said. "I want you guys all to myself. Permanently."
Ty nuzzled her neck. "So, that's a yes?"
Angelica felt a thrill race through her as he nipped her earlobe. "That's a big, honking yes. I love you guys."
Ty squeezed her tightly. "Good, because we all love you to bits."
"And pieces," Derrick added, nodding his agreement.
Luke gave her a lazy smile. "You already knew that, didn't you?"
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "Never a doubt in my mind. I just had to make you wait so I didn't seem like such a pushover."
Luke ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her deeply. "We'd never think that, Angel. Ever."
Ty looped an arm around Derrick's neck, pulling him close. "Well, now that our future is decided, Derrick, my man, you---and Luke---can nail my ass anytime you like. I'll even rub the lube on your dicks."
Derrick snickered. "Promises, promises..."
Ty nodded. "Yes, and I intend to keep every one of them."
"Can I hear a collective 'I do'?" Luke asked.
Angelica's reply was almost drowned out by the shouted vows of her three wonderful men. "Never thought I'd get this lucky."
"Never thought we'd get this lucky, either," Derrick said. "C'mon, gang. Let's hit the sheets. I've got a virgin ass to fuck."
Angelica chuckled. "Won't be a virgin for long!"
"What on earth have I gotten myself into?" Ty groaned.
But he was smiling.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A native of Louisville, Kentucky, Cheryl Brooks is a critical care nurse by night and a romance writer by day. Utilizing her rich fantasy life and a knack for unobtrusive boy watching, she is currently branching out from paranormal romance into erotic novellas, both contemporary and paranormal, with her Sextet sisters, and loving it! A lifelong lover of horses and animals in general, she lives with her husband, two sons, two horses, four cats, and one dog in rural Indiana. She enjoys cooking, gardening, and has played guitar since the age of ten. A member of the RWA and INRWA, her previously published works include The Cat Star Chronicles series: Slave, Warrior, Rogue, Outcast, Fugitive, Hero, and Virgin. Book eight, Stud, will be released in February 2012.
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Chapter 1
"Argggh! Not again!" A trickle of water splattered on Jonnalyn Petit's feet. After a long day of painting, she'd twisted the faucet handle and lifted her speckled face to the showerhead in expectation of washing away the blood, sweat, and polka dots.
For the third time in five days, she had next to no water. She considered taking her frustration out on the porcelain tub. Not a good idea, Jonn. Her big toe still hurt from the first time she'd done it. And the second.
Maybe she'd pound out her anger with a five-pound sledgehammer on the irrigation pipes at the sod farm down the road. Last month, they'd finished installing the new system. Every other day this week, she'd had no water. The connection couldn't be more obvious. Why the hell did anyone need sod anyway? Plant grass seed and wait for it to grow, people. The world had become a place filled with a must-have-it-now attitude.
She flung back the shower curtain and grabbed her towel. Time to call the cavalry. Surely she wasn't the only one in the neighborhood suffering from lack of H2O. Heading to her room, she pictured old Mr. and Mrs. Yoder chasing after the owner of Instant Grass with pitchforks. A giggle bubbled up from her throat. Now, that'd be a hell of a sight to see. She plopped on the bed and reached for her phone.
It sang out as her hand closed around it, making her heart almost jump through her chest. She glanced at the caller ID. Randy Atlas. Her stomach somersaulted. With a name like a superhero, the body of a god, and a completely lovable personality, he was the man of her dreams. Well, one of them anyway. His shaggy brown hair and pale gray eyes didn't hurt, either.
Too bad he wasn't attracted to her. More often than she could count, he'd told her how much he enjoyed her friendship. Not surprising, since he and his business partner and roommate, Jason Delian, were also lovers. The other man of her dreams and her other best friend, Mr. Gladiator. Two gorgeous guys told her she was the greatest girl in the world and went home to sleep with each other every unfair night. Was the torture of being treasured as a friend but not a lover worse than not seeing them at all? Ugh. Why can't I make lemonade out of my love life?
She lifted the phone to her ear and pressed Answer. "Hey, Randy. What's up?"
"Still want to hang out tonight? We'll spring for a couple pizzas, and we have a six-pack and a couple wine coolers in the fridge." His low, sexy voice sent tingles to her underused clit.
How about a little nookie for dessert? She scraped at a splotch of pale yellow latex on her thigh. "Can't. I'm covered in paint, and my damn shower isn't working again."
"Honey, I told you before. You're welcome to come over anytime for any reason. That includes borrowing our bathroom."
Naked, in their house? She almost moaned. "But---"
"The only butt I want to see is yours at the front door in ten minutes. Jason and I can go get the pizza while you shower. See you soon, Jonnie."
Silence echoed in her ear. He hung up on me! Man, if she wasn't crazy in love with him, she'd tell him to take a flying leap off the nearest three-story barn---the one a hundred feet from her house. Shaking her head, she dropped the towel, tugged her stained shorts and tank top back on, and gathered some clean clothes. I'm crazy all right. Crazy in love with a pair of gay men.
On her way out the door, she dropped a cricket in each of her three glass fish tanks. The seven-legged wolf spider immediately set out to stalk his prey. Her tarantula and jumping spider waited in hiding for dinner to wear itself out by hopping all over the tank, as usual. Damn, they made her miss work and her research in the world of creepy-crawlies. "Sorry, guys. Just a snack. No playtime tonight."
One of these days she needed to learn to tell Randy and Jason no, if not to save her sanity then to protect her heart.
Frowning at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, Randy huffed out a sigh. What did he have to do to get Jonnie to see she was the most important person in the world to him and Jason? They told her over and over how special she was. They spent most of their free time with her rather than focusing on their own relationship. Buying her favorite wine coolers and sharing their food with her had to count for something, didn't it? And he wasn't in the habit of calling casual female acquaintances "honey."
"Can you get that, Randy?" A dresser drawer banged closed in the bedroom. "I can't find a clean T-shirt. Didn't we just do laundry a week ago?"
Randy smiled and shook his head at Jason's inability to keep track of time. They hadn't made a trip to the Laundromat in almost two weeks. "Grab one of mine. Or better yet, go shirtless. Maybe Jonnie'll finally show some interest in one of us."
"Good idea. Maybe you should take yours off too."
With a last glance around the bathroom to be sure he hadn't missed any dirty socks or underwear, he strode to the living room. Deep breath. And for God's sake, don't stare at her boobs.
He opened the door. Preparing himself didn't help. Even covered in yellow dots from the black ponytail on her head to the purple toenails sticking out of her flip-flops, she took his breath away. His best guess said she was braless too.
"Why don't I have any water?" She ducked past him, pacing from the door to the couch to the chair, her shoes smacking on her heels as she marched. Stopping at the chair, she planted her itty-bitty feet on the floor. "Instant Grass can't be using all of it. On my way over, Mrs. Yoder was watering her flowers, Walt was washing his truck, and the Kaczinski kids were playing in the sprinkler."
Focusing on her sparking blue eyes, he closed the door. "Could be several reasons. We already replaced your plumbing, so that's probably not the problem. Silt seeping into the water through the casing would be gradual, and you'd notice the whole house filters needing changed more often." He tucked his hands in his back pockets to resist reaching out to cup those perfectly rounded breasts.
Jason sauntered into the room, a black shirt in his fist and his shorts unbuttoned and only partially zipped. The look was sexy as hell. Jonnie shouldn't be able to resist him. "Could be the well, or maybe the pump has gone bad. The other possibility is your well is too shallow and the water table is dropping from the sod farm using so much water."
Her dark brows arrowed downward. "So it is their fault! I knew it!" She tossed her armful of clothes on the chair and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing a generous amount of cleavage past the edge of her shirt. Her nipples hardened to points poking at the paint-spotted dark blue cloth. One touch. That's all I need. "I was undressed and everything, ready to take a shower, and they stole my water."
Undressed. His dick twitched and started to swell. He had to get out of there before he ripped off her clothes and screwed her brains out on the living room floor. "Um, go ahead and help yourself to the bathroom. Jase and I'll go get a couple pizzas, maybe some wings, more wine coolers. We'll figure it out tomorrow morning. I promise."
Yanking on the knob, he stepped outside and waited by the screen door for Jason. His partner tugged the T-shirt over his head, fastened his shorts, then moved closer to Jonnie. Tucking a finger under her chin, he kissed her pouty lips. "We'll take good care of you, sweetheart. Be back soon."
Randy limped to his truck, the keys in his pocket digging into his erection, with Jason following. Maybe if they stayed away long enough, she'd be finished in the shower by the time they returned. Maybe his cock would deflate to normal size too. Not likely, but it could happen.
Closing the passenger door, Jason buckled his seat belt and turned to Randy with a grin. "A hard-on for a girl. Good thing I know you love me, or I'd be jealous. And it is Jonnie. Man, she makes me glad I bat from both sides of the plate. I just wish she'd give us a hint that she's as interested in us as we are in her."
"Yeah, me too." Randy nodded, and his dick was hard enough to be the bat.
Balancing the stack of boxes on his arm, Jason followed Randy to the front door of their rental. Randy carried the pack of B&Js from his fingers and readied his keys to unlock the door. It opened as he reached for the knob.
"What should I grab?" Her question zinged through Jason's brain straight to his zipper.
"How about my...the...um...top two boxes?" He shifted the boxes, waiting for her to hold out an empty arm. "I'll get out the paper plates if you'll grab the roll of paper towels."
"Already done." She followed him into the kitchen, setting her containers on the counter then peeking past his arm. "You got wings, didn't you? And garlic bread?"
He had to laugh at the hope in her voice. "Sweetheart, has either of us ever forgotten how much you love the indigestion special?"
Her delicate arms wrapping around his waist pushed his libido into high gear again. Soft, full tits pressed into his back. Yeah, baby! "Thank you, Jase." She released him all too soon, turning to give Randy a hug. "What would I do without you guys?"
A better question---what would she do with them? "You'd drive into town and buy your own Friday night movie junk food. But then you'd be eating and watching old horror flicks alone. Where's the fun in that?"
"Exactly." She let go of Randy as quickly as she'd squeezed him, popping up the lid on the wings container and inhaling just like Jason had done all the way home. "Serrano Fire. Yummy." Transferring several pieces of boneless chicken to a plate, she licked her fingers then waved her hand in front of her mouth. "Damn, that's good."
Jason crushed a paper towel in his fist and bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't snag her wrist and suck every last one of her messy fingers. Lifting a different lid, he picked up two slices of pepperoni-and- mushroom pizza and put them on her plate. "Double cheese. Light on the sauce."
She grinned at him, sending his pulse thrumming in his veins. Next, she added a slice of garlic bread. "A couple wine coolers to put out the fire and I'm set. What movie did you get?"
Hell, he'd need more than a couple bottles of alcohol to extinguish the fire burning low in his belly. He started loading his own plate.
"Mwahahahaha!" Randy twisted off the cap from a bottle of beer. "The Mummy. Boris Karloff. 1932."
"I love that movie! The last time I saw it I was probably...ten? Maybe twelve? My grandpa took me to this cool old theater that showed only black-and- white films. I bet I didn't sleep for a week afterward."
And Jason wouldn't sleep tonight after having Jonnie within touching range and keeping his hands to himself. "Did you get done with the trim today?"
"Yep. I want to start on the inside tomorrow."
Thank God. He'd worried for days she'd fall off the extension ladder while she painted the second story siding and windows of her old farmhouse, breaking a leg or an arm or her gorgeous neck. But he knew better than to try to talk her out of it. She was stubborn, independent, and self-reliant. A few of the many traits he admired in her, and three of the reasons he and Randy hadn't asked her why she only wanted them as friends. He grabbed two beers on his way to the living room.
Randy followed. "Kitchen first?"
She looked up at him from her cross-legged seat at the coffee table. "I was going to. But since I can't use the bathroom, I think I'll start there."
Shaking his head as he settled next to her, Jason debated making a suggestion. What the hell. The worst she can do is say no. And maybe they'd get to second base after four months of beating around the bush about their attraction to her. "You need running water, Jonnie. Why don't you stay here until we figure out the problem and fix it?"
Chapter 2
Jonnie held her breath to keep from choking on a bite of pizza. Stay here? Can you say fox in the henhouse? She'd never be able to control her attraction to Jason and Randy while sharing living quarters with them. Maybe they'll let me watch and masturbate while they give each other blow jobs. Her pussy spasmed, almost bringing on an orgasm.
With her lungs burning and her eyes watering, she finally tried for a breath. Not working. She covered her mouth and coughed until her throat hurt.
"You okay, Jonnie?" Randy handed her a cool B&J, his kissable lips turning downward. "Take a drink, honey. A little one."
A flood of warmth heated her cheeks and neck. Wasn't she the kind of woman every gay man and his partner wanted to take to dinner? Not. She tipped up the bottle and hoped she didn't dump the contents down the front of her shirt. Can't take the spider-loving tomboy anywhere. She swallowed once. Twice. Then she cleared her throat to ease the incessant tickle. Tears trickled down her cheeks. "I...ahem...I'm...okay. Ahem."
Jason set his plate on the table and leaned back against the couch. "So what do think? You want to stay here until your water's fixed?"
Her brain scrambled for an excuse to refuse his invitation, but her body shifted into anticipatory overdrive. Randy and Jason sleeping in the bedroom across the hall. Jason and Randy naked in the shower. The pair of them crooking their fingers at her as they went to bed. Yeah, right. Delusional, Jonnie. "Um...ahem. I don't...want to...intrude."
His frown deepened. "You could never intrude in our lives. You're our best friend." He slid a well-muscled arm around her shoulders and kissed her damp hair. "We want you to stay."
Estrogen surged through her hormonal veins in reaction to the hefty dose of gladiator-superhero testosterone. Her willpower sputtered and died a quick and painless death. "Okay. I'll stay."
Sneaking a glance at Jonnie, Randy emptied his second beer and set the bottle on the end table. They'd all moved to the couch after they polished off the takeout about a half hour into the movie. Now, the credits ran down the TV screen and she lay curled against the pillow on Jason's lap with her legs across Randy's lap.
Her breathing was slow and even, her eyes closed. If they were lovers, he and Jason would carry her to their bed and hold her in their arms all night long. In the morning, they'd wake her with kisses and make love to her until they convinced her to stay with them forever. If.
He fought off a rebellious urge to take her to bed with them anyway, lifting her tiny feet off his lap instead of caressing them. The need didn't ease when he stood and covered her with the blanket from the back of the chair. Even after he'd checked the locks, Jason had turned out the lights, and they'd retreated to their room, he struggled against desire so strong he lay awake staring at the ceiling.
"Want to fuck?" Jason's less-than-enthusiastic question confirmed Randy's suspicion that his lover wanted Jonnie in bed between them as much as he did.
"Nah. Not that I don't love you, but...Damn, I wish..."
"Yeah, me too. I haven't eaten pussy in so long, and I know Jonnie would taste so good." Rolling to his side, Jason slid his palm down Randy's stomach to his erection, enclosing it in his fist. "Do you think she'd let us fuck her at the same time? I mean, I love screwing your ass and you screwing mine. One of us could be inside her from the front and one from the back."
Randy's cock grew in his lover's grasp, and his balls tightened, sending ripples of pleasure to his gut. "God, you're killing me, Jase. I've imagined that a hundred times."
Jason laughed. "You're hard for the woman sleeping on our couch instead of me again? I feel so used." He pumped his hand down and up and down. "Use me, Randy. Then I can use you without feeling guilty."
Reaching for the dick leaking on his leg, Randy gave Jason's balls a gentle squeeze. "Sixty-nine. We can both pretend she's sucking us off with that sassy mouth of hers."
"I like the way you think." Jason rose to his knees, swinging his leg over Randy's head to line up his dripping prick over Randy's mouth. "Do you think if we walk around the house naked while she's staying here, she'll realize we're inviting her to join us?"
"That or she'll think we're perverts and leave. Let's just play it by ear for now." Randy grabbed Jason's ass, pulling his big erection within licking range. His tongue ran along the long ridge to the slit on the head, and warm, salty pre-cum flooded his taste buds. Jason licked Randy's thigh on a groan. Then moist heat surrounded Randy's scrotum, the sucking pressure making him even harder. "Shit, I love when you suck my nuts."
A finger rubbed over his tight anus, teasing the sensitive skin. With a firm push, the digit eased past the ring of muscles and slid inside. Warm, wet mouth swallowed his cock. "Fuck, that feels good, Jase."
Doing some exploring of his own, Randy imitated his lover's actions, sinking his middle finger between two muscular ass cheeks and taking Jason's shaft between his lips. The answering hum sent vibrations from Randy's dick to his sac. His hips jerked forward, pushing him deeper into his lover's throat.
A finger stroked his prostate. He pictured Jason slamming into him from behind as he glided in and out of Jonnie's pussy. A rush of euphoria raced through him, and cum erupted from his rock-hard prick. He groaned and shoved his finger all the way into Jason, triggering his partner's own shuddering orgasm.
Shallow, panting breaths punctuated the sudden silence. "Randy?"
"Yeah, Jase?"
"Did you imagine she was with us?"
"Yeah."
"Me too. I don't think I can wait much longer." Jason flipped around to lie beside Randy.
I can't, either. "We'll talk to her soon." Randy dreaded risking her friendship, but he wanted more. Needed more. Craved more.
"G'night. Love you." After brushing his lips over Randy's, Jason sprawled out across his side of the king bed.
"G'night, Jase. I love you too."
The clock on the nightstand read 12:58. Rolling out of bed, Jason shuffled to the bathroom for an antacid. Jonnie had an iron stomach, but he got heartburn from those spicy wings every damn time. Not bothering with a light, he reached for the outline of the middle shelf of the medicine cabinet, the moon shining through the slats of the window blind to aid his search. His hand closed around the package of tablets. He popped one in his mouth and downed it with a couple swallows of water. Back to bed. Maybe he'd finally get some shut-eye.
Damn, it's stuffy in here. Might as well turn the AC down a couple degrees while I'm up. Aiming for the doorway to the hall, he yawned. A low grumbling moan came with it.
"Ahhhh!" The scream pierced his eardrum. What the hell?
He rushed out of the bathroom, running into a soft movable wall. His hands reached out to keep whatever it was from falling.
"Jason! Randy! Help!"
"Jonnie, sweetheart? What's wrong?" He flipped the switch on the wall near his bedroom doorway, flooding the hall with light. He blinked against the brightness.
"I heard something." Wide blue eyes stared at him. "It sounded like a...a...I don't know. A mummy?" The last word came out as a whisper.
Pressing his lips together, he suppressed a laugh. Evidently the movie they'd watched still scared her. His independent Jonnie was afraid of mummies. Too cute. And she gave him an excuse to protect her. "It's okay. Nobody's here but me and Randy."
"Are you sure?" She moved closer, her arms overlapped around her waist. "I heard a moaning noise."
"Aw, Jonnie." He wrapped her in a hug. "That was me, yawning. No mummies, I promise."
"Really?" Her slow exhale warmed his bare chest. "I don't think I can sleep alone."
Damn, wishes really can come true. He eased away from her before she had the chance to notice his cock springing to attention. "Come on. I'll grab a blanket from the closet for you. If you sleep in the middle, you'll stay plenty warm."
She seemed reluctant to follow as he gave her hand a tug toward his bedroom. "I'm sorry. Maybe I should just go home."
Cute and stubborn. And sexy as hell with her rumpled black ponytail and perky nipples poking at her shirt. "You're not going home. And even if I let, I mean, even if you did, we'd go with you. Come on, honey. Let's get some sleep."
Within five minutes, they'd arranged themselves in the big bed. Jonnie lay beneath a thin blanket, his horny body under the sheet on her left and a still-sleeping Randy on her right. All he wanted in the world was to snake his arm around her waist and snuggle. Well, not all. But he'd be happy for that much for tonight.
He stared at the ceiling for another hour before going to sleep.
A cocoon. Jonnie relaxed into the chrysalis surrounding her, not yet ready to wake and face the day. A warm hand molded a cup for one breast between her and the mattress. A long ridge nestled between her butt cheeks, cradling her body from the top. Another pressed against her belly from below. The woodsy scent of deodorant and horny male had her pulling in a slow inhale. Yum. When was the last time she'd awakened to that smell? Two years ago? Three?
Or was she dreaming? She peeked through the narrow slit of her eyelid. Huh? Where am I? Her hideous green walls had changed to white. And a window was missing. Only one where there should've been two. Her belly rumbled. Movie night. Randy and Jason's house. Now she remembered. A bad dream. A low, scary groan. I'm in bed with---
The hand on her breast tightened and the erection against her ass nudged closer. A squeak escaped as she tried to hold in a moan. Her hips arched backward of their own accord, sending a rush of wetness between her thighs. Randy on top and Jason underneath. Heaven. Concentrating on calming her pulse, she listened for the rhythm of their breathing. Were they asleep? A puff of breath tickled her neck. She waited. One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand.
At six-one thousand, Randy finally inhaled and exhaled. Hell, he probably had no clue she was in his arms. He probably thought he was humping Jason. Time to roll away, no matter how much she enjoyed this position. She'd die of embarrassment if he woke and jerked his body from hers like she had the plague. Or a vagina.
Counting to six, Randy forced a slow breath in then out. His lungs weren't too pleased about the controlled breathing, but he'd rather suffer through a bout of lightheadedness than have Jonnie wake up to find his hands all over her tit and his dick trying to poke a hole in the covers to get to her pussy. She'd already wiggled against him once, clearly trying to break free of his hold in her sleep.
With what he hoped was a nonchalant shift, he eased his hand off her shapely...asset. Her nipple hardened, tickling his palm as he dragged over it. Damn, I'm going to need a cold shower this morning.
She didn't move on Jason's chest, her breaths still even and deep. Deep. Fuck, I want to be deep inside her. You're not helping, sex-crazed brain. Finally, he completed the three-quarter revolution to lie flat on his back. He didn't have to look down to know the sheet rose like a circus tent at his groin. A count to fifteen was as long as he could stand lying with her and keeping his hands to himself. Time to escape to the bathroom while she slept.
Grabbing a pair of jeans from the laundry basket by the closet, he hurried out of the room. The bathroom door clicked closed behind him, and he switched on the lights. His grim reflection shook its head at him. One of these days he wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing her beautiful mouth and loving that delectable body. Would she realize then how nuts he was about her? Jason, too?
The cold shower did little more than make him shiver. Knowing she lay in his bed kept him hard. He tugged on his jeans then swiped a comb through his hair. Maybe the aroma of fresh coffee would rouse her, and he could focus on her water problems instead of how badly he wanted her.
Chapter 3
Jonnie's tongue still throbbed where she'd bitten it to distract herself from Randy caressing her hard, sensitive nipple. The pleasure had far outweighed the pain. She'd almost orgasmed when he'd dragged his hand across her breast, a moan aching to come out of her throat. How would she survive another night in his house?
Water shushed on the other side of wall. He was taking a shower. Naked. She rolled her eyes. Well, yeah, he's naked. Most people take off their clothes to shower. And she had another mostly naked guy halfway beneath her. Thank God Jason slept like the dead. He wouldn't have any idea she'd spent at least the last fifteen minutes using him for a body pillow while his dick kept her belly button company.
After a slow inhale of gladiator, she eased away from his loosely draped arm then pushed up on her elbows, debating whether to make breakfast or leave Jason and Randy a note that she'd gone home. If she left, Randy would certainly guess she'd been awake during his accidental pat down. And if she made breakfast, he'd probably also guess she'd been awake. So, she'd have to fake sleep awhile longer and stay for coffee at the very least.
Settling back in the covers, she turned her face into Randy's pillow for a whiff of superhero. Yummm. She closed her eyes, savoring his and Jason's scents and remembering the feel of them. Randy had one hell of an appendage, assuming the nerve endings in her butt had correctly measured his length. A glance at the size of his hands would confirm it. Not that she'd ever see or touch him to prove the old adage.
And Jason's dick had stretched from pubic bone to her navel. Placing her thumb in the indentation of her belly, she spread her hand until her middle finger just reached her short and curlies. She held up her hand, measuring the distance from thumb to tip of finger with her eyes. Holy giant penises! He must be eight inches long!
The shower turned off in the bathroom. Her brain went crazy, imagining Randy rubbing himself dry with a towel. His too-long brown hair. His lightly furred chest. Those sculpted biceps and shoulders. Damn, she could use some quality time with her vibrator.
The bathroom door clicked open. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Footsteps sounded in the hall then faded as Randy walked toward the kitchen. She counted to a hundred before she scooted to the edge of the bed to stand. Stretching her arms over her head, her spine cracked twice and her hip popped. A quick potty stop and cool water splashed on her face. Now coffee.
Randy stood at the stove when she entered the kitchen, his broad shoulders bare and dotted with water droplets. His back muscles flexed and shifted as he reached for the salt and pepper with...enormous hands. He was tall and built, and evidently his magnum-sized pecker fit his proportions.
Her mouth went dry. Yowza. She stared at his perfect blue-jean-clad ass. "G'morning."
He stirred whatever he was cooking. "Morning, Jonnie. Um, sleep well? Coffee'll be ready in less than five minutes."
He hadn't even bothered to glance over his shoulder at her, and his tone was gruff. She frowned. "Great."
He continued stirring, abnormal silence crawling along her skin. Fine. If he wanted to ignore her, she had things she could do---like get her travel mug from the car so she could fill up and go home. She aimed for the living room to slip on her shoes. "Be back in a minute."
Still no response. She had half a mind to grab her keys and leave. Half? Try three-quarters. Staying with him and Jason had been a huge mistake. Forget the damn coffee. He feels me up in his sleep and acts like I did something wrong. Loving him didn't make her a rug for him to walk all over.
Listening to the front door open then close, Randy moved the pan off the burner and rushed to adjust his cock before his pants cut off the circulation to his brain. One look at Jonnie's sexy, sleep-mussed hair in the reflective control panel on the stove and his dick had gone from half-hard to fossilized. He hadn't dared turn around to say good morning. She would've seen the lump in his jeans and run for the hills.
He heaved a sigh as he got out three plates, three mugs, and three forks. Her friendship meant too much to risk losing it. Unless she gave him and Jason some sign she wanted to take things beyond a platonic relationship, they weren't making a move on her. A little late for that declaration. He'd stepped over an invisible line. Thankfully, she'd slept through it.
The coffeemaker sputtered and dripped. He pressed down the button on the toaster then divvied up the scrambled eggs. Lifting the carafe, he poured coffee into the mugs, adding a dribble of milk to hers. The toaster popped. He buttered both slices, put them onto Jonnie's plate, then started Jason's toast.
He made a quick trip to the bedroom to wake up his lover. "Hey, Jase. Breakfast is ready."
Popping up out of bed, Jason headed to the bathroom. Dead to the world one second, wide awake the next. "There in a minute."
The toaster popped again. Randy hurried back to the kitchen, finishing up the second plate. He glanced at the clock on the stove. Why hadn't Jonnie returned yet? She'd said she'd be right back.
He dropped in two more pieces of bread then went to the living room window. Her car was gone. His stomach twisted in a knot. She left? Ah, shit. She was awake. She knows I groped her. That was the only possible explanation. How the hell was he supposed to apologize when he wasn't sorry? Damn, he was so screwed.
"Hey, where's Jonnie?" Jase leaned in for a good-morning kiss and grabbed a plate.
"She left. I, um, kinda pawed her boobs and dry humped her ass in my sleep. I think she was awake." Randy waited for the chewing out he had coming.
"You lucky sonovabitch!" Jase shoveled a bite of eggs into his mouth and closed his eyes. "Were her nipples hard?"
Buttering the last of the toast, Randy's dick went from limp to half-erect, remembering the feel of the points on his palm. "Soft, moldable tits with perky little nubs. Damn, I want to fuck her so bad."
"Yeah. I bet her pussy was wet, too."
"Geez. You just had to say that, didn't you?"
Jason grinned past a bite of toast. "I haven't touched a woman in too damn long. Let me have some fun."
"Fun." Forking his eggs into a piece of toast, Randy made a decision. "We have to tell her tonight. I can't take another day of keeping my hands to myself."
"Well, actually, you didn't keep your hands to yourself. What if she left because she was embarrassed? Maybe she liked being felt up, but thinks we don't want her since we have each other."
Randy grunted instead of trying to formulate a reply. He hoped like hell embarrassment was the reason she took off without a goodbye.
Jason rubbed the towel on his head then dropped it to the floor so he could slick a comb through his hair. A swipe of deodorant in each armpit followed a quick brushing of his teeth. He tugged on a pair of faded jeans. Now to find a clean shirt and socks.
He strode into the bedroom, shaking his head at the jumble of dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Or were they clean? Grabbing a dark blue T-shirt, he sniffed the underarms. Doesn't stink. Clean enough to wear. Or wear again.
"You ready to go, Jase?"
Snagging a pair of work socks, he followed Randy's voice to the kitchen. "Boots and socks. I'll drive the rig. More than likely, Jonnie needs a deeper well. She's going to be pissed as hell if she finds out we did the work for Instant Grass."
"We picked the lesser of two evils. She'll understand." The confident words didn't match Randy's tone. He sounded as unsure as Jason felt.
"So, what do we tell her?" Jason slipped his socked foot into his boot.
"Nothing unless she asks. We did what we had to do."
Tying the second boot, Jason nodded. "Okay. Let's go.
A thermos of coffee in one hand and his toolbox at his feet, Randy knocked on Jonnie's back door. Two minutes went by without an answer. She had to be home since her car was parked in the driveway. He knocked again. Still no response, so he tried the knob. Locked.
Moving to the flowerbed, he lifted the garden gnome statue and picked up the spare key. She'd told him and Jason if they needed to get inside, they should use the key. Well, he needed to check out her water pump, filter, and softener before Jason looked up her well information in the logs. Pissed at him or not, she had to have running water. And he'd gladly take the traditional tack of men in trouble with their women. Ignorance. Pretending everything was fine. Going about his business like nothing was wrong.
He considered calling her name when he stood in her mudroom. If she's mad at me, she might tell me to leave. I'm better off just getting the job done. Finding the problem and offering a solution might make her forget about his early morning frisk.
A quick on and off of the faucet told him she had water in the laundry tub, so he headed to the basement to look over the whole house filter and softener. From there, he moved to the pressure tank. Her interior plumbing seemed okay---which was good. But it wasn't a positive sign. Either the submersible pump was going bad, or she had major well issues.
At his truck, he slid the roll of well logs out from behind the seat, shuffling through until he found the right quadrant. He breathed out a gusty sigh when he saw the depth of the well in relation to her closest neighbor. The good news? Her well pump wasn't the problem, and she'd likely forget all about him copping a feel. The bad news? She'd have to drill a new well.
Rumbling and a cloud of dust had him looking toward the end of her lane. Speak of the devil. The truck with the drilling rig was a quarter of the way down her long drive. He'd wait for Jason, and they'd give her the bad news together after a quick call to Martin about the permit.
Unclipping his cell from his belt, Randy dialed his contact in the county building permit office in hopes of catching Martin before he headed out for a round of golf.
"Morning, Randy. What can I do for you?" A loud clunk had Randy picturing a bag of clubs being dropped into the back of Martin's SUV.
"I need a drilling permit for Jonnalyn Petit. Jase and I are putting in a new well for her this weekend."
"Problems with her well?"
"Yeah. Major problems." Randy kicked at a rock in the driveway as the rig pulled to a stop behind his pickup. "Looks like she's a victim of the cone of depression from the sod farm's irrigation wells."
"So she needs a deeper well then."
"Yeah."
"Did you tell her about Instant Grass?"
Holding the phone away from his ear, Randy blinked at it once before returning it to speak. "Shit, no, I didn't tell her, and you aren't going to, either."
"Your funeral if she finds out from somebody else, buddy. That young lady has a temper, and she isn't afraid to use it."
Randy held up his finger to gesture for Jason to wait a minute for him to finish on the phone. "We did what we had to do. So, the permit?"
"Email all the info to me, and I'll file it first thing Monday morning. In the meantime, get the girl some water."
"Thanks, Martin. I owe you."
"Later."
Dropping the cell on the seat of his truck, Randy shook his head. Was Martin crazy? If Jonnie found out he'd put in the wells at Instant Grass, she'd probably come after him and Jason with one of her pet spiders. Then she'd never speak to them again.
Jason leaned against the fender. "Everything checked out, didn't it?"
Randy nodded, rolling up the sheaf of papers and putting them behind the seat. "Definitely the well. Time to report the verdict."
Jason fell into step beside him. The walk to the house had him imagining her reaction. Instead of being mad at them, she'd go off on Instant Grass. Not that he blamed her. The sod farm used more than its fair share of water, even staying in compliance with state and local regulations.
They ascended the stairs to the second floor, Randy hoping she hadn't gone to bed for a nap. The temptation to crawl in beside her would test his will. At the top of the steps, he heard banging in the bathroom, followed by a colorful curse. A grin tickled his lips. Sexy, smart, and sassy Jonnie. I wish she was ours.
The door opened to her muttering. The words blended together to become one continuous multisyllable word. And then she marched into the hallway. Stark naked. Breasts jiggling, hips swaying, and more beautiful than a wet dream. Her compact body was covered in tanned skin except for the outlines of short shorts and a skimpy tank. Dripping hair sent rivulets running down her chest. He stared, unable to help himself. He probably drooled too. His dick zoomed to attention. Beautiful Jonnie.
She didn't splay her hands in front of her gorgeous bareness. No. She parked her hands on her waist and narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you finished staring? I'd like to dry from my shower."
He tried to speak, but couldn't form any coherent thought to send to his mouth. His feet carried him closer, her nudity acting like a magnet. Jason moved with him. His fingertips brushed over the curve of shoulder and along the outer fullness of her left tit, following the indentation of her waist then the slope of her hip. Randy leaned in to lick away a droplet of water on her cheek. The smell of her shampoo drew his nose to her neck, and he inhaled the clean, fresh scent. No overpowering perfume, just irresistible woman. "We like you better wet."
Chapter 4
I'm wet all right. Jonnalyn's breath caught in her throat. Randy and Jason were touching her. Not a friendly hug or a teasing tug on her ponytail. Not an accidental grope in their sleep. They caressed her like lovers, sending riots of tingles skittering over her bare skin. Heat spread from the place Randy nuzzled her neck to the spot Jason stroked on her upper thigh, and her damp clit ached for their attention. Warm lips trailing a line of feathery kisses on her jaw made her vagina contract. A moan escaped.
"Are you wet everywhere, Jonnie?" Jason's hand eased upward an inch at a time, his murmur sounding desperate. Wishful thinking on her part? "I want to touch you, honey. All over. Do you want me to stop?"
Stop? She craved his contact. "Yes, I'm wet. If you stop, I'll knee you in the 'nads, buster."
He barked a laugh. "I'll take you at your word." His finger dipped into her folds, sliding too quickly past her clit. "Ready and wanting to play. Mind if we get a room?"
She arched against him, needy for another swipe over her throbbing bud. "Make it fast, or we won't get there."
After months of sexual frustration, they'd finally shown some interest in her as a female. Hallelujah and amen! She grabbed each of them by a belt loop and pulled them toward her bedroom.
Jason picked her up, striding across the room. "Not fast enough."
Jason's heart hammered in his chest as he lowered Jonnie to her feet next to the bed and gave in to the need to kiss her. Finally. Her mouth opened when he met her lips. She thrust her tongue against his, her aggressiveness no surprise, but a turn-on nonetheless. He answered every stroke with an equally forceful glide. Her hands tugged at his clothes, and he struggled to unbutton his pants in his rush to help her. In less than two minutes, they were skin to skin. In his dreams he'd spent hours loving her, but her impatience seemed to match his. They'd take things slow next time.
She turned to Randy. "Are you watching or participating? Get those clothes off. Now."
"Yes, ma'am." Within seconds, he was as naked as she and Jason, his erection aiming straight at her.
She shoved him backward onto the bed. "I want you inside me." Straddling his hips, she held his cock upright while she slipped her pussy over him. "Now." She let out a sexy groan. "Jase, I want to suck you while Randy plays with your ass. You like when he does that, don't you?"
"Hell, yeah." Jason climbed onto the bed, hands braced on the headboard as he stood in front of her. She guided him to her lips, her tongue snaking out to lick the drop of pre-cum from his slit. Sinking into her warm, wet mouth, he sucked in a breath. I'll be lucky to last two minutes. "You feel so good, honey."
Randy's fingers brushed over his ass, following the crease downward to his anus. He circled the tight hole once, twice, three times before pushing a finger past the taut ring of muscle. The callused pad caressed Jason's prostate while Jonnie sucked his cock and massaged his balls.
She rocked her mouth and hips forward then back and forward again. Her eyes closed, and she moaned, sending wonderful vibrations through Jason's groin. "Fuck! I hope you're both close to coming, because I'm about to explode."
Randy slowed the movement of his finger in Jason's ass, hoping to push Jonnie over the edge first. Cupping a handful of beautiful tit, he teased her puckered nipple for several seconds then slid his hand southward to search out her clit.
Ah, there. He rubbed over the slippery, swollen nub and fought his imminent orgasm. Her snug pussy gripped him tighter. She jerked back and forth as she moved faster. His balls tightened, and her muscles trembled around him. Then she cried out as she spasmed and shook. Strong inner muscles milked his dick. A blast of heat exploded from his cock. A rush of euphoria sent his mind and body soaring. Love flooded his heart, and Jason's body contracted as he shouted her name and came. He slumped onto the bed next to Randy like his legs had turned to rubber.
Jonnie collapsed on top of Randy, her body still pulsing and her breath coming in shallow pants. "Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?"
He kissed her damp hair and caressed the silky length of her spine. Because Jase and I thought our feelings were one -sided. Please tell me they aren't. "We were waiting for a sign from you."
Her laugh vibrated through his chest. "You were waiting for a sign? What about me? You guys were already screwing each other. Hell, living together. Why would I think you wanted me?"
She'd been looking for some sort of hint from them? "Just because we were fucking each other didn't mean we couldn't want you, too. We're bisexual, not gay. You've wanted to jump our bones for a while? I have to say, being with you was worth the hellacious wait."
Her fingernails drew circles on his pec, and she pressed her mouth to his neck. "Very worth it. That was amazing."
Amazing was an understatement. "Perfect. Why didn't you tell us? You always speak your mind."
She shrugged. "You're my best friends. And you guys...And I was..." Her voice trailed off.
"You were what?"
"Scared. I was scared, okay?" She sounded less than happy about it. "How could I have faced you if you'd said you didn't think of me that way?"
She made an excellent point. It was the same reason he'd kept his feelings to himself. "I should've told you." His satisfied dick slipped from her, wetness running down to his balls. Fuck. He closed his eyes. He forgot to use a condom. I finally get beyond friendship with her and screw it up. "Honey, are you...on birth control? I mean, I'm clean, and I'm sure you are, so that's not an issue. But...we haven't talked about...whether or not..."
Lifting her head, she turned to look at him. "Clean. Yes. Birth control. Um, no. Shit, I didn't even think about that. Not that I don't like kids. I just figured I'd get married first. Not that I'd expect you to marry me if I got pregnant. Shit, bigamy is illegal." She lowered her head to his chest. "You know what? I'll shut my mouth now, because I can't seem to say what I mean."
She was as unsure of their feelings as they were of hers. They'd have to discuss some of this stuff soon, especially with the possibility of her getting pregnant.
Jason reached for her hand, linking his fingers with hers. "Same-sex marriage isn't exactly celebrated, either. We can commit to each other without a piece of paper, and a baby isn't a problem for me. We're best friends. We'll deal with whatever happens together, just like we have so far."
Giving Jason a smile and a nod, Randy slid his fingers through his two lovers'. "Jase is right. We don't need a marriage certificate to be a family. Half of all marriages end in divorce anyway."
Slipping her hand out from between his and Jason's, Jonnie sat up and scooted toward the edge of the bed. She stood, grabbing for the robe hanging on the bedpost. "I didn't say I wanted to get married. And what happens if you decide you don't want me as part of your relationship? You guys have been living together for almost two years. I met you after you were already a couple."
Watching her hide her incredible body behind the terrycloth, Randy frowned. "How can you think we wouldn't want you? Jase and I have been talking about asking you to become part of us since a few months after you moved here. Hell, when we make love, we think about you and how much better it could be if you were with us. This...us...this morning was fantastic. I want to do it again until we've had each other every possible way. And then I want to do it all over."
"Randy's speaking for both of us, Jonnie." Jason sat up. "We aren't experimenting. I promise, sweetheart."
She seemed to consider their arguments, looking back and forth between them. "I need a little time to process having two boyfriends."
Climbing off the bed, Jason brushed a stray hair from her cheek. "You take all day if you need to. Randy checked out your water situation, and we're drilling a new well for you today."
Randy reached over the side of the bed for his jeans. "Your old one is too shallow for the water usage in the area. With the addition of a few more new homes, chances are you'd be looking at a dry well. We'll prep today, drill and put in the casing and grout tomorrow, then develop the well. If everything goes okay, we'll install the pump, too. Depending on how fast we get all that done, we might be able to get the new plumbing run to the house. You'll be good to go no later than Monday."
She'd nibbled her lower lip through his entire explanation instead ranting about the sod farm, meaning she was still feeling a bit out of her element. "Thanks for figuring out the water issue. I'm going to dress and get started painting."
"You're welcome, honey." Randy stood to finish pulling on his pants.
Jason leaned in to kiss her before bending over to retrieve his shirt. "We're glad to help, Jonnie. We'd do damn near anything for you."
Watching her eyes sneaking a peek at Jason's naked ass, Randy stifled a laugh. Hadn't he and Jase joked about walking around their house without any clothes on to get her attention? "Anything."
Color crept up her face, and she rolled her eyes at him. "Hurry up. I have work to do."
Grabbing the rest of his clothes, he sauntered over to her, invading her space for a long moment before dropping a firm kiss on her slightly swollen lips. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Yes, ma'am. Come on, Jase. We've been kicked to the curb."
Jason followed him into the hall and to the staircase. Scuttling down the steps, he wondered if she loved him half as much as he loved her. One step at a time.
Pulling the last strip of masking tape from the baseboard, Jonnalyn rolled it into a ball and tossed it into the garbage bag in the hall. One coat of primer to cover the bathroom's burnt-orange walls and a layer of golden wheat done while Randy and Jason prepared to drill the new well she wouldn't need if her neighbor wasn't a water hog. Soon the interior of her house would look as good as the exterior. With two weeks left of her summer break, she'd have to bust her butt to finish painting before the fall semester started. Teaching her classes and doing research would seriously cut into her home-improvement-project time.
"Jonnie?" Randy's voice carried to her from...downstairs?
She peeked out the bathroom doorway and saw him coming up the steps. Her tummy somersaulted. He'd taken off his shirt, exposing his extraordinary abs and pecs. His amazing bicep flexed when he reached up to run his fingers through his damp hair. Beads of perspiration rolled down his tan skin. Damn, he's a hottie, and he's mine!
"Hey, honey. You ready to go? Jase and I are starving. We thought we could pick up some steaks on the way home." He stopped in front of her and grinned. "How'd you get paint on your nose?"
"Steak sounds great." She rubbed a finger on the end of her nose, peeling away a piece of latex. "A piece of advice. Never sneeze on a ladder with a paint roller in your hand."
His laugh warmed her insides. "I'll try to remember that. Did you pack a bag to bring with you?"
"Yep, and I made sure to forget pajamas." She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Good thinking. You won't need them. Let's go before we start something. We have all night. Time for Jase and me to wine and dine you."
On the way outside, Jonnie stopped to check on her furry friends in their tanks. They had plenty of water, and she'd fed and exercised them while she waited for the primer to dry. If she came home by ten, they'd be fine until tomorrow morning.
Adjusting the strap of the duffle bag on her shoulder, she held in a grin as she followed Randy to his truck, where Jason waited behind the wheel. He hadn't gotten too close to Harry, Curly, and Mohawk's humble abodes---a good ten feet or more from the tanks. A grown man afraid of a few harmless spiders. In the year and a half since they'd met, he hadn't moved more than an inch closer each time he'd seen her pets. Did he honestly believe she'd keep dangerous arachnids in her house? Her lab was a different story.
She tossed her bag in the bed of the truck then slid across the bench seat to sit next to Jason. He winked and grinned at her, making her stomach do somersaults and back flips. Randy sat close to her on the other side, his leg brushing hers. Her heart pounded in her chest, and moisture flooded her panties. How would she last the whole ride to their house?
Skimming her palm along Jason's thigh, Jonnie leaned closed to his ear. "Drive fast?"
Chapter 5
Jonnie's hand cradled in his felt more right than Randy had ever imagined it would. Sure, he'd slowly fallen in love with her during the last year, but taking their relationship from friends to lovers surpassed any of his fantasies. Months of hoping for more had turned into reality. Finally, he and Jason could show her how much she meant to them.
Raising his keys to the knob, he unlocked the door and led her inside with Jason bringing up the rear. He gave in to temptation, brushing his lips across hers. "Bathroom's all yours."
"Did you put away your clean towels? I forgot when I did laundry yesterday. That's why you found me naked in the hallway this morning." Her wicked smile hinted that she hoped he'd forgotten too.
He leaned in to kiss her again, this time long and slow. Her tongue met his in a smooth glide. Clenching the grocery sack in one hand and his keys in the other, he fought to control his passion. He wanted to take his time loving her, learning every curve and the taste of her incredible body. With a final swipe, he stepped back. One of them had to resist letting things get any hotter or they'd never eat supper. "Go take a shower, honey."
"I hope you don't plan on getting any sleep tonight." She turned to kiss Jason with the same energy she'd put into kissing him. Then she hefted her bag and walked through the living room to the hall, her ass swaying with each step.
Watching until she disappeared, he shook his head and sighed. His dick stood at attention in his jeans---or tried to. "Are you as ready to fuck her brains out as I am?"
Jason grinned. "Hell, yeah. But this time I want her pussy---not that she doesn't give a damn good blow job."
"Come on. Let's get supper started. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can take her bed." Randy limped to the kitchen to season the steaks and wash three potatoes to cook in the microwave. Focusing on sprinkling garlic salt and Tabasco on the meat didn't shrink his erection. Neither did scrubbing two potatoes.
Jason preheated the grill and filled a trio of salad bowls, fighting the urge to join Jonnie in the shower. "Ah, fuck it. Food can wait. There's a hot and horny woman in our bathroom we've both been dying to screw."
He gestured for Randy to follow him. Jason hesitated for less than a second before stripping off his clothes in the hall and pushing open the bathroom. Randy was right behind him, with his cock jutting out and looking for action. A drip of pre-cum oozed from the slit.
"Jase? Randy?" Jonnie peeked from behind the shower curtain, her eyes widening.
"You were expecting someone else?" Jason took two long strides toward the tub, holding the curtain open for Randy. They both climbed in and let the curtain fall closed. "We'll conserve water if we shower together."
With raised eyebrows and a laugh, she reached out to stroke their cocks, making Jason hiss in a breath. "Is that what these big fellows told you? 'Cause I'm thinking they have an ulterior motive, hard and drooling like they are."
Lifting his hands to cup her tits, he rubbed his thumbs over the pert nipples. "They missed you. We missed you while we were working today. And we don't want to wait until later to be with you."
"Did you bring a condom or two?"
Jason leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Fuck."
Her hand slid down to cup his balls. "No more of that without protection. Shame on you for teasing."
Kissing her pouty lips, Randy dipped his fingers into her pussy. "Think of it as foreplay. We'll wash and play then head to the bedroom for the main event."
She let out a husky groan. "You guys are killing me. Wash fast, damn it!"
"So impatient." Jason grinned and moved behind her, pressing his aching cock into the crease of her gorgeous butt. "Maybe you should tell us what you want us to do to you. That way we can do you faster when we're finished in here."
Arching against him, she moaned again. "I want you to suck my nipples and eat my cunt. Then I want to be fucked by both of you."
His cock twitched. "Jesus, I love your smutty mouth. And I can't wait to taste your pretty little pussy."
Randy's smile turned mischievous. "When you say you want to be fucked by both of us, are you talking consecutively or simultaneously? 'Cause I'd love to be inside you at the same time as Jase."
She whimpered and wiggled against them. "To hell with the shower. Bedroom. Now."
Jason rolled her stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "You want us in your pussy and your ass together, don't you?"
Continuous ripples of fire spread through Jonnalyn's body, sparked by their suggestive words, daring touches, and her naughty imagination. The flames raged out of control. "Yes, damn it! I want you both!"
Randy shut off the water, grabbed the towel hanging over the curtain rod, and started patting her dry. He swiped the towel between her thighs from clit to anus, fueling the fire. "I'm claiming that perfect ass after a taste of Jonnie juice."
Enough teasing and talking dirty. She flung back the shower curtain to step over the side of the tub. "Gotta catch me if you wanna eat me."
Slipping out the bathroom door, she sprinted to their bed and jumped onto the mattress. Jason caught her on the bounce and covered her mouth with his. She opened to welcome his tongue inside, savoring the invasion and the aggressive sparring. Hands pushed her thighs apart as soft lips trailed up her inner leg. Then Randy's breath warmed her labia, making her clit ache for attention.
"Mm. You smell good enough to eat, honey. Do you want me to suck or lick you?"
A low moan vibrated up her throat, and Jason released her mouth, only to latch on to her nipple. Her lungs struggled for oxygen, the rush of desire zinging from breast to vagina and back again. "Both!"
Lips and teeth gently tugged on her clitoris, and a finger sank into her wet pussy. Then Randy's tongue fluttered across the sensitive nub and the digit retreated, tracing a line down to her other opening. He smeared her wetness around the tight hole, easing his finger through the ring of muscle a little at a time. A few seconds later, he pushed deeper. Every nerve in her body short-circuited as an orgasm washed over her. She cried out, letting the immense pleasure drag her under and buoy her up again and again. Her muscles spasmed. A sense of weightlessness swept her away.
"So fucking sexy." Jason nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear. "We're going to take you there again, sweetheart. You ready?"
She tried to speak, but ended up nodding instead.
Randy climbed over her, reaching for the nightstand drawer. He held up a string of condoms. "You taste better than a cold beer on a hot day, honey, and I can't wait to bury my cock inside you." Tearing off two packets, he handed one to Jason and ripped open his own. "We're coming with you this time, Jonnie."
Gathering every ounce of her strength, she pushed up on her elbows. She'd imagined making love to the pair of them night after night for months and knew exactly how she wanted the ride. "Suit up, guys. We're going to make a sex sandwich. Randy, back against the headboard. Got any lube?"
Dipping his hand in the drawer again, he extracted a tube of K-Y. Clearly, he and Jason were familiar with the necessary sexual aides for anal enjoyment. One of her favorite fantasies was imagining them fucking each other's incredible butts. Another day.
He rubbed a dollop on his sheathed dick then crooked his finger at her. "I want you nice and slippery."
She waited for him to lean against the headboard and got on all fours, her ass within easy reach. Cool gel on her loosened hole and a quick nip on her butt cheek sent a contraction to her uterus.
"Ready, honey." Randy guided her hips to his erection. "Go as slow as you want. I don't want to hurt you."
Looking at Jason's face, she lowered herself partway onto Randy. Jason licked his lips and smiled at her. "Damn, watching is almost as good as doing."
"I need some doing from you. Put your legs under mine, but over Randy's, so you're close enough for your balls to touch his. I want all of us connected."
He scooted into place, his hard shaft directly beneath her vagina. Grasping her waist, he impaled her, his cock sliding in next to Randy's. "God, that feels good, Jonnie. I can feel both of you."
"Me too." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his chest to her breasts as she hooked her feet at his lower back. Surrounded and filled by male bodies, she closed her eyes. "Perfect. Sex has never been this good. You guys make me complete."
Randy's whisper tickled her shoulder. "And you make us complete, honey."
"This is the way we were meant to be, sweetheart. The three of us together." Jason rocked upward, the movement causing a slow glide of in and out.
Jonnie's breathy sigh blended with her lovers' rumbling moans. "Hard and fast. I want you to fly with me."
Her men set a steady but increasing rhythm, the rocking motion creating wonderful friction that brought her closer to bliss with every stroke. Their panting assured her they were nearing the breaking point as well.
Her muscles shuddered as she hit the peak, her mind splintering into a thousand tiny pieces. "Come with me! Oh, God, come with me!"
Randy stiffened and shouted just as Jason's hands tightened on her waist. His yell joined theirs, pushing Jonnie past a brief pause in the intensity to soar again. They trembled together, slowly returning to sanity.
"I love you." The words escaped before she could censor her thoughts, but she spoke what was in her heart. "Both of you."
Arms tightened around her. From both sides of her came the same response. "I love you too."
Lifting his head a few inches off the pillow, Jason glanced at the alarm clock. 11:23. After a relaxing supper, he and his lovers had watched a little TV and opted for an early bedtime. Of course, they'd spent over an hour not exactly sleeping when they headed to bed. Now, Jonnie lay sound asleep between Randy and him.
"Think we can talk her into living together?" Randy's whisper didn't surprise him. They'd been making plans for months.
"Maybe. She knows our lease is up next month."
"I just don't want to push too hard. She can be so damn stubborn sometimes."
"Sometimes?" Jason chuckled. "She only has a few more rooms to paint. We could bring it up when she finishes that project. I doubt she'd let us help."
"You're right." Randy slipped his fingers through Jason's. "Being with her is even better than I thought it would be. I'm glad we took the chance today."
"Yeah, me too. I don't feel like we're missing something anymore. We need her to be part of us."
"And now she is. G'night, Jase. I love you."
"Love you too." Jason smiled, remembering hearing the words from Jonnie. She'd said them without any prompting and prodding. Life was perfect.
Chapter 6
Pounding the lid on the can of primer, Jonnalyn surrendered to a yawn. Lack of sleep from the night before was to blame, but she wouldn't trade sex with Randy and Jason for all the tarantulas in South America. They'd delivered on their promise of slow and gentle, fast and hard, and every speed in between. She'd lost track of how many orgasms they'd given her sometime around two in the morning. Licking, touching, fucking. Neither of them had left a single inch of unexplored skin on her, and she could barely wait until they did it all over again.
A second yawn followed the first. Since she had more than enough work to fill the day, she headed to the kitchen for a caffeinated soda instead of the bedroom for a nap. Twisting off the bottle cap, her eyes scanned the yard for a glimpse of her shirtless hunks. Jason stood near the drilling rig, a tool belt slung low on his hips and an arm raised to his forehead, wiping off the glistening sweat. Her breath caught in her throat, and a rush of heat and moisture dampened her panties. Damn, she wanted him. Now.
His head turned. He looked straight at her through the window and grinned. The horny stud can read my mind. Striding toward the back door, he unbuckled the belt, letting it drop to the ground. Her stomach somersaulted when the door swung open.
"Taking a break, sweetheart?" Three steps later, he lifted her onto the counter, standing between her thighs. "I could use one too. A little sustenance for the soul."
Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, she tugged him closer. "Shut up and kiss me."
Like the good man he was, he followed her instructions. He lowered his mouth to hers, dropping teasing kisses before sucking on her lip. Then his tongue dove between her teeth, invading every inch of her, sparring with her for control---but she didn't give it to him. He stole it with a light brush of his fingers on her nipple. She moaned into his mouth.
His cell phone started chirping.
"Ignore it." He's busy, you party crasher!
"Can't. We're expecting call about a delivery of bentonite. Besides, Randy and I have to finish drilling and getting everything set for the pump."
She slipped a hand down his bare chest to cup the erection straining at his zipper. "Pumping and drilling are what you and Randy should be doing to me. I expect compensation for the untimely interruption."
His groan vibrated through her jaw, and he lifted his phone to his ear. "Delian here. Yeah. Good. Okay. Thanks, Kenny." Tucking his cell back in the holder, he skimmed his fingertips along her inner thigh. "I'll give you anything you want after we're done for the day."
A look of pure wickedness sparkled in her eyes. "Anything?"
"Anything." He unhooked her ankles from his waist, his hands caressing her bare legs, inciting goose bumps. "Be sure to come up with something really good."
No worries there. She had a dozen ideas without even making an effort. "How long 'til you're done?"
"Probably another four hours or so if everything goes smoothly. I should wait outside." Grinning, he stepped toward the door. "I'm going to need a few minutes for my dick to deflate to normal." He blew her a kiss as he disappeared outside.
Hanging up the towel he'd dropped on the floor, Jason shook his head. Jonnie already had him trained to pick up after himself, and she'd yet to tell him what she wanted as payment for the interruption earlier that day. Every time he met her gaze, she got that same depraved look in her eyes. He and Randy were in for a hell of a surprise.
"Jay-ace, are you done in the shower?" Speak of the devil.
"Yeah, sweetheart. I'll be right out." Foregoing shorts in favor of being prepared for anything, he turned the knob and opened the door.
"I believe you owe me one 'anything I want.' I'm ready to claim it." She crooked her finger at him. "To the bedroom, mister."
He followed her, pausing at the doorway when he saw Randy reclining on the bed, wearing nothing but a huge grin. Evidently, he was in on the secret. Scanning the room as he entered, Jason noticed a new tube of K-Y and a couple of sex toys on the nightstand---a strap-on dildo and a button vibrator. She doesn't think we're kinky enough?
She tossed the lube to Randy. "We're going to try something new tonight, Jase. I want to watch you guys fuck each other. And when you're almost ready to explode, I get a turn."
Jason's cock went from half-hard to fully erect. "Are you going to play with yourself while you watch? Because that would be so fucking hot. I'll probably cream the bed before you get to screw my ass."
"Then you'll have to make yourself hard again, won't you? Or better yet, you don't come until I say you can." She swatted his bare butt.
The slight sting sent a jolt to his balls. "Shit, you do that again and I'll shoot my load standing here."
Randy laughed as he greased his dick. "He likes it rough sometimes, Jonnie."
Her smile widened. "Really? And he's such a nice boy. Bend over the side of the bed, Jase. And, no, I'm not going to spank you."
Moving to the bed, Jason leaned over and wiggled his ass at her. "You're welcome to whenever you want."
"I'll keep that in mind." She stripped off her tank top and shorts. Her panties landed on top of the pile. "Get him ready, Randy."
Randy climbed off the bed, a squeeze of lube on his fingers. The cool gel slicked along Jason's crease, making his muscles shudder. His lover toyed with the tight hole as Jonnie stepped into the dildo's harness in his peripheral vision. Then she tucked the button vibe into position. Man, but she looked hot with a cock above her pussy.
A rounded bulb pressed into his rectum, stretching him to accommodate the girth. The head of Randy's big prick. How many weeks had passed since they'd last made love like this? They'd agreed that until they took their shot with Jonnie, fucking without her felt wrong.
A palm smoothed over his back. "Damn, I've missed you, Jase. Slow or fast?"
Glancing at Jonnie, Jason waited for her reaction. Her eyes darkened and her hands cradled her tits. She nodded at him, seeming to give him permission to pursue his pleasure. Watching her pluck at her rosy nipples brought him a great deal of it. "Slow. I want to last long enough to get fucked by our girl."
Randy pushed deep then eased out a little at a time, gliding over Jason's sweet spot. "I want you in me while she does you."
Jonnie moaned. "God, I love watching you and listening to you. Three more strokes and it's my turn."
Grinding himself against Randy, Jason savored the pressure on his prostate and winked at Jonnie when she tweaked her perky nubs. "That's one."
Randy pulled most of the way out. "Two." He shoved fast and hard, sending shockwaves through Jason's nuts. A repeat of the action had them both groaning. "And three. Come and get him, honey."
That single invitation was all Jonnie needed. She took Randy's place as soon as he stepped from behind Jason. A quick adjustment had Randy at the front of the line. He handed Jason the lube and reached for the remote to her vibrator.
"Variable speed." Randy grinned at her over his shoulder. "You can watch in the closet mirror from here."
A glance to the right reflected the three of them lined up front to back. She slid the dildo up and down between Jason's butt cheeks while he spread K-Y on his erection. Every reproductive organ in her body contracted. "Ready, boys?"
"Hell, yeah." He guided himself to Randy's ass, his dick disappearing as he pushed forward. "Give it to me, sweetheart."
She grasped the dildo to steady it and rocked her hips. His channel swallowed the whole shaft, gripping it when she eased back.
A sudden vibration zinged through her cunt, and Randy's reflection held the remote in one hand while his other slowly pumped his prick. "I bet if I set the dial on high, Jase will feel it too."
Fluid gushed from her pussy, drenching her inner thighs. She rammed forward, forcing Jason deeper into Randy and setting off a round of moans. "Go for it."
Sensation flooded her clitoris as she pounded into her lover. With each thrust, Randy sprang back. His fist jerked up and down his swollen rod, sending a stream of cum shooting onto the sheets. His growl almost drowned out Jason's yell as he arched against her and stiffened. Spirals of energy raced through her veins, and wave after wave of orgasm assaulted her, her throat burning with a hoarse cry.
She collapsed on Jason's back, trembling even after the buzzing against her sensitive spot ceased. They landed in a heap on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. Her men caressed her skin and kissed her face.
Closing her eyes, she smiled. "Remind me to stock up on lube and batteries."
Chapter 7
Waiting by the window, Jonnalyn watched for Randy's cue to turn on the kitchen faucet. His arm came up with a wave after he spent several minutes puttering with the pipes connecting the well to the indoor plumbing. She hurried to the sink. He'd told her to expect some rust and sediment at first, and when she turned on the water, it ran clear for about three seconds before crud sputtered in the sink. She left the tap fully open while she returned to the window to give him a thumbs-up signal. Seeing his beckoning gesture, she went outside.
"How's the pressure, Jonnie?" He wiped his muddy hands on the legs of his jeans.
"Too high." Glancing to a shirtless Jason working at the rig, she sighed. "I need to be naked with my guys. Water pressure seems fine though."
His chuckle and grin triggered a gush of moisture to her panties. "We can leave the water running while we take care of that pressure problem."
"Hey, Jase, I need you upstairs!" She stared at his amazing pecs as he crossed to her and Randy. Reaching for a hand of each man, she started to drag them toward the house when a dusty cloud rose from her driveway, led by a green and white pickup. "Great. Just what I need---a visit from the water thief."
Randy's brows lowered, and his lips turned downward. He probably thought she'd make a scene. Of course, he knew her temper well enough to know she wasn't about to keep her mouth shut. But he didn't say a word. Neither did Jason.
The truck stopped next to her car, its driver exiting and walking toward her. His perfectly cut blond hair and slick smile screamed egocentric womanizer. He stuck out his hand as if he expected her to shake it, the snake in the sod. "You must be Jonnalyn Puh-teet. Carson Mathers. I'm your neighbor."
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she almost growled. "Pet-it, not petite. And that's Doctor."
"Sorry about that. I'm usually pretty good with name pronunciations." Mathers extended his hand to Randy. "Good to see again, Atlas. Delian. The new irrigation system works great. I've already recommended you to a couple friends of mine."
Again? Irrigation system? Recommended? All the blood drained from her brain, leaving her lightheaded. "No. No fucking way." She turned her attention to Randy and Jason. Their lips were pressed tightly together, and they wouldn't meet her gaze. Her heart dropped to her feet. "You put in this...this...water hog's wells? And you didn't tell me?"
They nodded in unison, not even trying to defend their actions---not that they could.
Mathers grunted. "Now, hey, little lady. Who're---"
"I'm no little lady, you pig. I want you off my property right now!" Facing the men who'd betrayed her, she swallowed past the lump in her throat. "Take your stuff and go. I'll mail you a check for the new well tomorrow morning." Hell, she'd take out a loan if she had to, any possible way not to owe them a damn thing.
"I told you we're footing the bill, Jonnie." Randy's stiff tone ripped another hole in her soul.
"And now I know why. No thanks."
"Jonnie---" Jason reached toward her, but she stepped away.
"No." With her head held high and her spine straight, she walked to the house, pausing at the garden gnome in her flowerbed for the spare key. She closed and locked the back door behind her when she entered, every ounce of effort in her body going into holding her broken heart together.
An engine revved, followed by a second. She waited until quiet descended before she looked out the window. Her yard was an irreparable mess, but she didn't give a damn. It matched the shredded remains of her friendship and forty-eight-hour affair with Jason Delian and Randy Atlas.
"We should've told her." Jason slowed the truck as they neared the four-way stop, knowing the ache in his stomach wouldn't go away anytime soon. "We should've told her."
"You think so?" Randy combed his fingers through his hair and let out a breathy sigh.
Ignoring the sarcasm, Jason focused on the road. "Did you see the look in her eyes? She wasn't just pissed---she was hurt. She doesn't trust us anymore."
"Look, can we not talk about it? It'll be bad enough going home and smelling her on the sheets and seeing her stuff on the bathroom counter. I don't want to fight with you, too."
Jason turned left, heading for their rental. Fight? She hadn't given them the opportunity to fight. For the first time since they'd met her, she'd walked away instead arguing. Well, maybe he wanted to have a knockdown, drag-out brawl. She'd slug him in the arm, and he'd kiss the breath right out of her.
Why couldn't they fight with her? Or better yet...He pulled to the side of the road. "I think we should go back. Why the hell should we give her up without a fight?"
Randy chewed on his lower lip as if considering the question.
"We can't apologize and explain if we turn tail and slink back home, can we? We need to fix this." Jason took Randy's hand in his and squeezed. "As much as I love you, we need her too."
Randy nodded. "Okay, so what's the plan?"
"No, what's the goal? What do we want from our relationship with her in the long term?"
"That's easy. I want to spend the rest of my life with both of you."
"How do we do that?" Jason grinned as a solution to the problem formed in his mind. "I think we should go home, pack a couple suitcases, and move in with her. Isn't that what we've hoped for all along?"
"Yeah, but she won't exactly let us in the door."
"I made a copy of her key about six months ago. She hardly ever remembers to put the spare under the gnome, and I didn't want her to get locked out."
Randy's brow furrowed. "Are you thinking we should sneak into the house in the middle of the night? She might come after us with those spiders of hers."
Jason swallowed a laugh. "You know they're not poisonous, right? And we're going back as soon as we're done packing. She needs a little while to cool down before she'll be ready to listen. Some Chinese takeout couldn't hurt, either."
Scowling at the pale yellow paint in the can, Jonnalyn grabbed a stir stick and swirled it back and forth in the thick latex. Red or black would've suited her mood much better than the sunny color. Her best friends---her lovers---had purposely deceived her. The men she would've trusted with her life an hour ago. The men she loved. Get over it. Their actions certainly proved they cared more about money than her feelings.
She swiped a brush over the stick, set it aside, then poured some paint into the pan. With Randy and Jason out of the picture, she might actually finish painting before the fall semester started. Lifting the pan to the shelf on the ladder, she bent over to pick up the clean roller.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Go away!" Whoever was at the door, she didn't want any. She started up the ladder.
More knocking.
"I said go away!" Climbing another step, she growled low in her throat.
"I brought a check to cover the cost of your new well." She jerked around to see Carson Mathers's face peering in the open laundry room window.
"You! I told you to get off my property, you worm!" The ladder jiggled as she stomped back down the rungs.
"I understand why you're angry. Randy and Jason warned me---"
"I'm not angry! I'm pissed off! And I don't want to hear those snakes' names out of your mouth or anyone else's!"
"Why are you mad---sorry, pissed off---at them? They convinced me three wells were sufficient when I wanted six."
"I don't give a damn if they put in one." One. Three. Six. The number didn't matter. Jason and Randy had lied to her. She hung the roller on the metal locking latch of the ladder with a snap of her wrist and strode toward the window.
"Look out!"
Schluck! Jonnie ducked at Mathers's warning, only to have a cool slosh of liquid hit her square in the back. "Ack! Son of a bitch! I told you to leave!"
Paint dripped off the end of her ponytail onto the waistband of her shorts, running down into her underwear. More trickled along her spine to join the party. Hell, maybe she'd forget the roller and heave color on the walls from the pan while she screamed her lungs out.
Clearly taking advantage of her shock, Carson Mathers spoke up again. "If I'd chosen any of the other bids, I'd have six wells instead of three and would've paid twice as much. They were trying to protect the integrity of aquifer and the surrounding wells and refused to bid on installing six. Their initial suggestion was two, but I talked them into the third. This is my fault. I'm paying for your well." He held up a rectangular piece of paper. "I'd rather not have an irate neighbor for the next forty years. I'll leave it inside the screen door."
His words registered several seconds after his face disappeared. If not for Randy and Jason, Instant Grass would be sucking all its neighbors dry instead of just her. The lesser of two evils. They still didn't tell me.
Why would they have told her? She would've reacted the same way she had today. With her temper, she should've been born a redhead.
Shaking her head, she plopped on the drop cloth-covered floor and buried her face in her hands. They deserved an apology. As a friend, she sucked---jumping to conclusions, not listening, telling them to leave. They'd probably never speak to her again.
A car door slammed somewhere outside. Most likely Mathers. He hadn't seemed like such a bad guy once she'd heard what he had to say about the irrigation wells. He'd compromised, considering the community in which he lived rather than going forward with his original plan. She should apologize to him as well. Damn, it sucks to be wrong.
"Jonnie, we're sorry we didn't tell you about the work we did next door."
Standing outside the laundry room window, Randy watched Jonnie's head pop up when he spoke. No anger clouded her eyes. Had she accepted Carson Mathers's account of the situation? She nibbled on her lower lip. Her expression conveyed...uncertainty? Vulnerability?
He took a deep breath and forged ahead before she could cut him off. "But we won't let you push us away for trying to protect you. Yes, we should've told you, and no, we're not leaving. In fact, we're moving in."
She blinked at them. "You're moving in?"
"Yeah." Jason lifted his suitcase high enough for her see it. "Today. We love you. You love us. We're all sorry for the things we said and didn't say."
"Okay." Her easy acquiescence surprised Randy. He'd expected at least some resistance. She gave them a crooked smile. "I'm sorry I didn't let you explain. Moving in is good. I'd open the door for you, but I kind of have paint running down my back."
"Didn't I tell you we'd need that key?" Jingling his key ring, Jason headed toward the back door. "Be there in a sec, Jonnie."
Randy followed him, leaving his suitcase in the kitchen as they strode to the laundry room. She met them at the edge of the drop cloth on the floor, pulling back when he tried to hug her.
"I need a shower." She turned around. Paint dripped off the end of her ponytail onto her shorts, adding to the yellow splash down her clothes.
Jason's laugh echoed in the empty room. "You're going to need help washing off that mess out of your hair---not that that's a problem. We like you best when you're wet, sweetheart."
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When her fingers aren't attached to her keyboard, Mellanie Szereto enjoys hiking, Pilates, cooking, gardening, and researching for her stories. Many times, the research partners with her other hobbies, taking her from the Hocking Hills region in Ohio to the Colorado Rockies and the Adirondacks of New York. Sometimes, the trip is no farther than her garden for ingredients and her kitchen to test recipes for her latest steamy tale. Mellanie makes her home in rural Indiana with her husband of twenty-five years and their two children, one dog, and three cats. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Indiana Romance Writers of America.
Also by The Sextet
Siren Ménage Everlasting: The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1: Sharing
Siren Ménage Everlasting: The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2: Dirty Dancing
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