by Krista Wolf
“Yeah,” he scoffed, “well you should see what we’re paying him.”
“I did… and then I wasn’t so surprised anymore.”
He laughed as I handed him the sugar. Two spoons. A dash of cream. I’d always enjoyed fixing my boyfriend’s coffee, but now I had three of them to remember.
“So what’s the problem then?” asked Kyle.
“Nothing too big that it can’t be fixed,” I told him. “A few of the subs are bad. Cutting corners. Treating this house like it’s some standard reno job, which it most certainly is not.”
He brought his coffee to his lips and sipped. He was clean-shaven today. I had the urge to reach out and touch his face, to see how wonderfully smooth it was.
“Yeah, well I’m sure you’ll handle it,” he said with a wink. “You’re good at handling big things.”
“Hilarious.”
“And you know you way around this house better than any of us, that’s for sure. Hell, you even knew about that secret panel under the staircase.”
“You mean the closet?” I chuckled.
He scratched at his missing beard. “Is that what it’s called? There could’ve been piles of gold bars in there and we would never have known.”
“Sorry,” I lamented. “Only cobwebs.”
Dakota came bouncing in, grinning as always like a kid who’d just hit a home run. He kissed me on his way through the kitchen, leaving me with the vague flavor of toothpaste.
“Morning sunshine!”
He was wearing the same fatigues as Kyle, his boots laced tightly. He had his cap on too.
“You guys going somewhere?”
Kyle nodded. “We’re gonna be out all day,” he said. “Logistics training. Hopefully we’ll make dinner, but don’t wait up for us.”
I watched as Dakota poured himself a giant glass of orange juice. Knowing he’d just brushed his teeth, I winced.
“Ryan’s not here either,” Kyle added. “Flew out last night, gone until next weekend.” He looked at me as if expecting an answer. “You going to be alright?”
I had to laugh. “All by my little lonesome self?” I teased. “Yes, of course I am.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Sorry, we were looking forward to spending time with you today. The both of us. But shit came up.”
“Shit always comes up!” Dakota called happily, licking his lips. He’d already drained half a glass of the thick pulpy liquid.
“So I’ll see you tonight?”
“Bet on it.”
Kyle stepped in and kissed me, grabbing my hips again but this time from the front. I laid my hands over his, tilting my head back to drink him in. His strong fingers gave me a suggestive squeeze before he let go.
“Remember, lock up at 1800. Alarm and all.”
“I will.”
He smiled and stepped outside, leaving me with—
“OH!”
Dakota swept me into his arms like I weighed absolutely nothing, spinning me around in a circle before planting his lips on mine. I felt tiny, crushed against his giant chest, surrounded by his two big arms. And I wasn’t even tiny.
His kiss was longer, more intense. Orangey. Delicious. Full of boundless energy.
“See ya later darlin’.”
He tickled me on the way out and I giggled.
“Bye.”
Twenty-Two
SAMMARA
The office was a train wreck.
It was a small space Dawn and I shared downtown, the front end consisting of a couple of desks, computers, and a small kitchenette. Four unwashed coffee cups littered the sink, beside a too-full garbage pail my partner obviously couldn’t bother to drag to the dumpster behind the building. Looking down at the wrappers, I could see what she had for lunch yesterday. And the day before that, too.
“We’re gonna get flies again,” I sighed, as if she were actually there to hear it. My words would’ve fallen on deaf ears either way, though. Even when Dawn was here she usually procrastinated just long enough for me to do the cleanup. Asshole that I was, I always did.
I thought about this as I washed out the cups and tied off the garbage bag, which was just now beginning to smell. As a business partner Dawn certainly knew her stuff. She kicked ass at advertising — something I was never very good at — and knew the ins and outs of social media. But as a person to work side-by-side with…
The warehouse attached to the back of our space was much bigger than the front office, containing the many pieces we’d collected over the years. I strolled through there now, garbage in hand, glancing over what was in and out.
Shit!
The Santiago stuff was still there — all of it. Dawn hadn’t met the stagers. They hadn’t taken anything at all.
Absolutely furious I exited the back door, stomped across the small section of parking lot, and slammed the garbage as hard as I could into the dumpster. The sun was brutal today. Though it had just turned September, I still felt like June.
I pulled out my phone to call Dawn… then just as quickly put it away. At best I’d only get myself more worked up. At worst she’d come down to the office to meet me, and I didn’t want to deal with her at all right now.
Instead I called the stagers, who explained they’d been waiting on Dawn and had actually called several times with no luck. After some sweet talk and the promise of buying them lunch they agreed to come load the truck up later this afternoon. Which meant I had to hang around the office for a bit… rather than go back, have lunch outside, and walk around the lake like I’d wanted to.
“Seriously Dawn?” I sneered into the silent warehouse. I considered yelling at the top of my lungs — it was Saturday and nobody in the little industrial park would hear me — but rather than being cathartic I figured it would only get me more worked up.
Back up front, I retrieved the files and phone numbers I needed from my work computer in a matter of minutes. Then I sat down to wait out the staging truck. I considered making a pot of coffee. Kicking back with my legs up on my desk for a nap. It was way too hot though, and the air conditioning system always took an hour or so to kick in.
A half hour later I was pacing the room when I noticed two blue folders peeking out from the mess on Dawn’s desk. The labels printed on the tabs showed names I didn’t recognize. I felt a little like I was invading Dawn’s privacy, but I picked one up. I leafed through it…
What the—
It was a whole new project. A whole new two projects, actually. There were design layouts, detailed sketches, even a renovation proposal for each.
Wow!
Suddenly I felt like total shit. I’d been going off on my partner all morning for being lazy when she hadn’t really been lazy at all. If anything I’d been the one who was away, not carrying my weight. Dawn had been in here taking care of things — well, some things anyway — while I was gone.
The projects looked like good ones, too. Very lucrative, at a time when we really needed it. Certainly worthy of washing out a few coffee cups and taking out the garbage.
“Good job Dawn,” I yawned, kicking back to wait for the staging truck.
Roaming through the old mansion was exciting and historic, even alone. But at night?
At night the house came alive with sounds and smells.
I’d learned to enjoy the little ticks of the walls settling, the rattle of the old, lead-paned windows. Walking the carpeted halls late at night was like having an exotic sleepover. Like being transported back to the 19th century, when everything was hand-crafted with love and attention, and everything built to last.
I absolutely loved it. All of it… except for one thing:
No air conditioning.
Right now I was tossing and turning, trying to find a cold spot on the bed. I’d opened and closed the windows three times. Drank two glasses of ice water, but rather than cool me down they’d only made me go back and forth to the bathroom.
Only once I’d stripped myself down to absolutely nothing had it finally begun
to cool.
My body was sore. I’d spent most of the afternoon waiting for the staging truck, and half the evening helping them load it. Being the weekend, they were down two crew members. They’d even tried calling to bail on me, and the only way I could get them to come was to promise to help with the labor.
The boys hadn’t come home all night. I’d had dinner, watched a movie, and fallen asleep on the couch. By the time I dragged myself upstairs, it was pitch black outside.
Lying there naked now, I thought again about my situation. Kyle… Dakota… Ryan. As men their personalities were as different as they were complex. Each had his own distinctive traits, but so far everything I’d seen had been endearing.
Physically though, all three of them were equally magnificent.
I thought about being with them again. Being their girlfriend. Being the one they came home to, grabbed hold of, took upstairs to bed with them…
My legs spread on their own, my hand wandering down over my belly. If I couldn’t sleep, maybe I could help myself sleep. Everything was hot to the touch. Everything already so, so wet…
I turned my head as I slipped a finger inside. Slowly I pushed it in and out, feeling its length, its width…
I spent a minute or two in a lazy haze, just remembering how Kyle felt. Wondering how big and thick Dakota might be, and how it would feel to be stretched out by him.
And Ryan…
Ryan intrigued me most of all. He was so stoic, so tough on the outside I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be in bed with him. Would he be hard? Would he be rough with me?
I sighed, thinking about our date. We hadn’t even kissed! Almost though. Almost…
The alarm panel beeped, next to my bed.
I sat up quickly, closing my thighs around my hand. The digital display read FRONT DOOR.
Bouncing from the bed, I suddenly realized I was utterly naked. I slipped over to the antique armoire, grabbed a robe, and pulled it around myself reluctantly.
If the guys were home I wanted to greet them. Maybe even fix them something to eat. They’d probably be exhausted from whatever they’d been doing all day, but at the very least I could—
Knock. Knock.
I pulled the door open — a little at first, and then all the way. They were both in the hallway. Both staring in at me.
“You’re up,” Kyle said, sounding a little surprised. His face was serious. Dakota’s mouth contained the hint of a smirk.
I nodded. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Good.”
He stepped inside, and Dakota followed. Their expressions were different now. They looked tired but hungry. Fiercely determined…
“I was just—”
I never finished my sentence, and that was fine. Kyle was already kissing me, already crushing me against his body. The top halves of their ACU’s were already discarded, revealing plain white T-shirts beneath. I could see the heat on their skin. The sweat…
Two big hands settled around my waist, and Dakota began kissing my neck from behind. In seconds he was pushing himself against me. Running his hands up and down over the curve of my ass.
Already I could feel a significant bulge pressing against the small of my back…
Wow…
Kyle’s arms went over his head as he pulled his shirt off. Somewhere behind me, Dakota was doing the same. My robe began dropping and I let it go, leaving me wholly naked between them. I couldn’t tell if it fell off my shoulders or one of them had pulled it away.
Oh wow…
The skin on skin contact was incredible, from both in front and behind. It brought with it a different kind of heat, one that I didn’t mind in the slightest.
Four hands roamed my body, two mouths kissing me softly. Kissing me everywhere.
A palm slid between my legs, finding me already wet…
“It’s past midnight, isn’t it?” I asked softly. “I’ve been here a week.”
Kyle’s face was buried between my breasts. He nodded and I let out the longest, most gratifying sigh of my life.
“Thank God…”
Twenty-Three
DAKOTA
We took her immediately and together, as we’d always planned to.
Waiting a week had been sheer torture, but prolonging the agony had only heightened my desire. I’d wanted this woman from the moment I saw her. And I wanted her three times as much, a few seconds after that, when I first saw her smile.
Now she writhed naked between us, her body all soft, feminine curves and smooth warm skin. I buried my face in her neck. Tasted the salt of her sweat, mixed in with the musk of her skin and the perfume of her hair.
Oh God. That hair…
I’d always been a sucker for long hair, and Sammara’s big mane was the crown jewel of them all. I’d spent all week imagining what that hair would feel like trapped between my hands and her bare breasts. What sensations would be sent to my brain as she feverishly went down on me… those golden curls brushing lightly against the skin of my stomach.
She was ours now.
Ours.
Holy shit.
It had been a long time since I could say something like that. A few long years since Kyle and I had shared Erika. We’d had girlfriends since, the both of us. But over many conversations, at home and abroad, we recognized that nothing came close to doing things as a team.
My hand slid around Sammara’s waist now, my fingers finding their way along the inside of one warm thigh. A thrill shot through me as I encountered her wetness. The swollen opening of her sex was every bit as smooth as it was slick, and she let out a soft moan as I applied pressure.
I continued kissing her shoulder, her neck, the side of her porcelain face. Sammara grabbed my head and turned back to meet me, tongue-kissing me deeply as Kyle explored the glorious valley between her big, beautiful breasts.
“The bed,” I murmured into her mouth. She nodded eagerly. “Now.”
It was predetermined between us, ahead of time, and I’d waited all week for it. Since I hadn’t had her yet… I’d take her first.
I felt almost bad stealing her away from Kyle’s hungry mouth, lifting her up and depositing her gently on the bed. Sammara cooed as she stretched naked before us, her hair fanning out over her pillow like a thousand shimmering golden threads.
“Dakota…”
The way she breathed my name drove me wild. She pointed at my belt. Made a motion with two long fingers, even as I dropped the rest of my clothes to the floor.
“Take me.”
She smiled, spreading her legs wide. Opening herself up to me, fully and completely.
Climbing forward, I pushed my way between her legs. My body was so big, so broad compared to hers, I had to help stretch her legs even wider to accommodate my physical size.
“Oh my God…” she breathed, and I could see her staring down at my cock. It was fully hard now, and swollen to the point of bursting. Sammara reached for it in a daze. Closing her hand around it she began stroking me gently, feeling along the length and girth of my throbbing erection with the pads of her slender fingers.
Kyle was beside her on the bed now, kissing and tonguing her neck. Working his way back to her breasts, which had the most beautiful pink nipples I’d ever seen. They were taut and stiff now, all tight with unbridled excitement. Just as her face was all flushed with the same unquenchable heat.
Sammara rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, getting it all slick with her juices. She did it lazily, while looking straight into my eyes. Dragging it up hard over her clit, then slowly downward again, where she stopped achingly close to her opening.
I smiled down at her, trying to prolong the moment as her cobalt blue irises bored into mine. I wanted it to last forever. But I also wanted to push forward and plunge inside, to feel her heat as I bottomed out deep in her beautiful pink pussy. To overload my brain with the euphoric sensations of being buried, all the way to the hilt, in her warm, willing body.
“Do it,”
she whispered, even as one hand sifted through the back of Kyle’s hair. He was over her chest now. Devouring her breasts. “Dakota…” she smiled, staring over him. “Please—”
I pushed… and the head of my cock slipped inside. She was tight. So incredibly tight and triumphantly wet.
“Ohhhh…”
Sammara rolled her hips and took me some more. I winced back in pleasure, watching as inch by inch I disappeared inside her. It was a slow, magnificent slide into oblivion — a journey of heat and power and sheer, delirious joy. I had to stop myself when I’d finally penetrated her fully. I was pushing her ass so hard into the bed I could hear the air being forced from her lungs.
“Easy bro,” laughed Kyle. “You’re big.”
I grinned back sheepishly as they both laughed. Kyle went back to kissing and licking and touching her. And I slid carefully out…
… before plunging gratifyingly back inside her.
“Oh… FUCK…”
She felt like home. That was the best way to describe it. Sammara’s body felt like it had been made to receive me, and I’d been made to sheath myself in her warm, wet flesh.
I began fucking her slowly, getting a good feel for her. Getting a sense of how her body reacted to mine, how far I could push things before I reached certain limits. Later on, I knew we’d be fucking hard. Screwing like animals against every piece of furniture in this whole goddamn house. But for now…
For now I took it slow.
“Come here…” she gasped.
I leaned down to kiss her, but realized she was talking to Kyle. He was undressed now, and she’d been stroking him the whole time. I watched Sammara craning her neck. Working her face toward the side of the bed, where Kyle stood at full attention, stroking his already hard member.
Lifting her easily, I shifted her head closer to the end of the mattress… and watched as she took my friend all the way into her pretty little mouth.
Finally.
It was a relief. Once again, like coming home. Kyle and I were doing something we hadn’t done in a very long time. We were connected again, this time by the twisting, writhing body of this gorgeous, goddess of a woman.
