by M. Never
“Ty,” Shane begins.
Of course.
“Chase went to law school with him. He recruited me a few years ago. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Stubborn bastard. I wasn’t too keen on moving to the East Coast, but I met Chase a few months later, so I chocked it up to fate.” Shane shares an expression of admiration with Chase, and it’s the first time tonight I witness the emotional connection they share. That’s something else I’m going to have to wrap my head around. Sex and its interconnection. Remembering the way they kissed two inches away from me sends tremors of excitement right down my spine. Fuck, I want more. So. Much. More.
“How long have you two been together?” I ask to distract my wandering thoughts.
“Three years.”
And so the conversation begins to roll as the three of us talk in-depth under the blackened night sky with the waves breaking on the beach and my heart opening a little more.
* * *
I wake up with the urgent need to pee. I stretch out on the bed, my skin gliding over the soft cotton sheets with ease. Yes, I slept in their bed. No, we didn’t have sex. After hours of extensive conversation and multiple dinner courses on a stick, Chase extinguished the fire, and we moved the discussion inside. To their bed, upon their request. Who was I to object? I may have even secretly hoped we’d fool around, but the two of them were perfect gentlemen. Who knew there were any of those left in the world? Packed between two warm, solid bodies, I drifted off listening to their velvety voices and the feel of their lazy laughs vibrating in their chests. I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly.
Shane and Chase’s room is mostly white with beachy blue and turquoise accents here and there. Very clean, but warm and stylish.
I slink off the bed with every stitch of my clothing still in its rightful place. Black tank top, bra, underwear, blue jeans. Yup, all here.
I walk past the mirror on the sleek white dresser and catch sight of my hair. Yikes. Hardcore bedhead. This short cut makes me look like I slept with my finger in a socket. Trying to tame the blond and pink locks, I rush to what I hope is the bathroom, swinging the door open to a sweltering scene. Like, call the fire department my panties are in flames hot. Chase and Shane, wet, soapy, and lip-locked in a steamy shower.
Holy. Fuck.
In my mind, I knew they were together. I’ve seen them touch, kiss, but I don’t think I was prepared to witness their full-on glory. Left gaping in the doorway, I silently watch like a peeping Tom as they devour each other; savage lions, growling and snarling, with bulging muscles and fully erect cocks. Long, thick cocks straining painfully as they jerk each other off.
Chase notices me first, flicking his wet eyelashes up as he bites down on Shane’s lip. “You going to just stand there, or are you going to join us?”
Has the no touching rule been lifted?
“I’m not sure I want to interrupt,” I reply, my mouth as dry as a desert.
“We don’t mind.” Shane’s blond tendrils fall into his eyes as the water from the showerhead rains down on them.
I don’t deliberate too long. I just pull the trigger. “Give me a second.” I scoot behind the door that hides the toilet—this bathroom is super fancy—do my business, then strip out of my clothes. With a deep, courageous breath, I step into the shower with the two hard up men. They immediately trap me between their wet, foamy bodies.
“Did we wake you?” Chase sucks on the curve of my neck while Shane bites my collarbone. Every nerve ending in my body springs alive. Their skin is warm to the touch; their mouths are hungry and their hands insistent.
“No.” I close my eyes and allow them to ravish me. “I wish you would have.” I catch Shane’s mouth and kiss him readily as I’m drenched by the spray and my own excitement.
“Next time, we will.” Chase gropes my breast from behind, sliding his swollen, sudsy cock between the crack of my ass. “Bend over.”
“No.”
“Why?” He grips my hips commandingly, not liking my objection one bit.
“Because I want to finish watching the two of you. I said I didn’t mean to interrupt, and I meant it.”
Two pairs of smoldering eyes stare down at me. I’m suppressed by the extreme weight of their gaze, but I’m not intimidated. I was too invested in the show before not to see the scene play out.
“You want to watch?” Chase breaks me out of Shane’s arms. “Fine.” He sits me down on the corner ledge of the shower. It’s just wide enough for me to fit. “Spread your legs.” He forces my knees apart. “Touch yourself while you watch.”
I lick my lips with trepidation and nod. He drops a kiss on my head then turns his attention back to Shane. They pick up right where they left off, with a death grip on each other’s cock and their mouths fused together. I’m not sure if it’s the hot steam or my elevated body temperature making me sweat, but I’m saturated with a light film from head to toe.
“Jenn,” Shane snaps, inducing my fingers to find my folds. As soon as I touch myself, they both moan. “That’s it, baby.” His eyes are slits clouded with lust. Holy shit, this entire scenario is wicked intense. Two feral men going at it right in front of me, spiking my arousal to a peak it’s never been. I pant as I circle the tip of my middle finger around my swelling clit, each passing second the heated flesh becoming more sensitive to the touch. I rub harder as I watch Shane turn and press his chest to the shower wall, bringing his hands over his head. Deftly, Chase squeezes some lubrication onto his fingers before sliding them down the contour of his partner’s ass. Shane groans and growls, stretching his body in glorious ecstasy as Chase thoroughly primes him. Absorbed by the two of them, I follow Chase’s lead, sinking my middle finger into my pussy at the same time he penetrates Shane. The three of us each expel our own sound of pleasure from the heart-pounding sexual act.
“Oh, god.” A ripple of aroused sensation thunders through me. I pump my hand harder, adding a second finger as Chase fucks Shane right up the wall. As he pulls the entire length of his cock out and then plows right back into him over and over. And over.
The whole situation makes me stark raving mad with desire. Dark, indecent, self-indulgent desire.
I tickle my clit until I see stars. Until the sound of the shower spray is echoing in the far distance, my lust is rampant and my need ravenous. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come!” I proclaim just as my body gives way. With my free hand, I claw at the stone shower wall as my muscles pulsate, then tighten painfully seconds before I spiral out of control.
Drawing in desperately needed air, I barely have time to rebound when I feel one of them grab my chin and demand, “Open up.” I blink my eyes open to find Shane standing over me, the head of his throbbing erection a centimeter away from my face. “C’mon, baby, I’m so close,” he entreats dominantly, and through my climatic haze, I part my lips and swallow his cock. He groans gluttonously as I suck on him hard, the tip of his length stabbing the back of my throat with every hammering thrust of Chase’s hips. The force is so great, I have to anchor myself to them by sinking my nails into Chase’s thighs.
“That’s it, baby. Hold on. Almost there,” Shane grits out as Chase mercilessly pounds into him from behind. My jaw is stretched to the max, and my tonsils are on fire, but I fight like hell to hold on. Their pleasured sounds alone are worth the endurance.
When I don’t think I can take another second of Shane’s cock-beating, Chase grunts agonizingly, halting his punishing hips, and stills. A moment later, as if they’re in tune, Shane grips my hair with one hand and comes right down my throat. I ingest every drop of the salty fluid without protest. I suck him dry as his head bobbles above me, afloat in ecstasy.
“Shit,” he moans, detached.
I release his cock from my mouth with a pop.
That was . . . I have no words.
“You all right down there, pixie?” Chase peeks over Shane’s shoulder.
“I’m . . . I don’t know what I am, honestly.” I sag, worn the hell out.
“I know what you are.” Shane tilts my face up to them. “Ours.”
My only response is a searing gaze. My pride won’t let me admit that he’s right. Not yet anyway.
“Up.” Shane lifts me to my feet. “Let’s clean you off and take you back to bed. That was just the beginning of our day.” He drops a kiss on my lips as he moves me under the hot spray. My skin prickles as they both massage me, wash me, attend to me.
A girl could get used to this.
* * *
“I’m fucking starving.” Chase towel dries his hair stark naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Holy. Man. I pretty much drool. His body is what wet dreams are made of.
“Like what you see?” Shane calls me out on my blatant ogling.
“Maybe,” I don’t give either of them the satisfaction of knowing just how much I like what I see.
“Be coy. It’s fine.” Shane rips the fluffy white towel I’m wrapped in away from my body, then crowds me against the cream-colored marble vanity with Chase hot on his heels. “We definitely like what we see.” His fingertips roam up over my stomach, lightly brushing the underside of my breasts until my skin prickles and my nipples harden.
Mmm.
Chase shadows Shane, trailing his lips over the curve of his shoulder as he watches the show.
I pant shallowly as the soft caress of Shane’s hands reawaken desirous feelings. I could get lost so quickly, but the rumbling of Chase’s stomach veers the direction we’re headed. All three of us laugh. A rhythmic sound ringing through the room.
“You know I can help you out with that, Chase.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I echo. “Mind if I snoop through your refrigerator?”
“Not one bit.” He grins, his stomach rumbling even louder this time. “As long as you’re naked.”
I squint up at him. Cooking naked in the kitchen? Might be hazardous. “I’ll compromise. I’ll wear one of your t-shirts and nothing underneath.”
Shane and Chase exchange a decisive look.
“Deal.”
Once donned in one of Chase’s white undershirts, I explore the kitchen to see what I can whip up for breakfast. My tummy grumbles. Chase isn’t the only one who’s starving. Those two can seriously make a girl work up an appetite.
I peruse the pantry, spotting some pancake mix. Perfect. Pilfering the cabinets for a griddle or frying pan, I come across something way better. My face splits into a grin as I haul out the waffle maker.
Setting it down on the island and plugging it in, I move to the refrigerator for eggs and milk, and discover a few more goodies. Strawberries and whipped cream. I’m actually giddy as I plan out the perfect breakfast creation.
Finding two other ingredients I need, a whisk, mixing bowl and measuring cups, the boys emerge from the bedroom at the perfect time.
“Want to help?” I ask as I scoop out the first cup of mix.
Like children, they grin and my heart skips a beat.
“Can you combine some cinnamon and sugar in a bowl?” I direct them as I pour in the milk.
Together they move around the airy kitchen, Shane pulling out a bowl, Chase opening the bag of sugar.
“How much?” They both look to me for instruction.
“About five cups,” I whisk the batter.
“And cinnamon?” Shane holds up the spice as Chase pours.
“Two tablespoons?”
“Is that a question?” He looks at me unsurely.
“Yes and no.” I giggle. “I sort of just eyeball it.”
“Well, you’re dealing with an amateur chef, so can you please be specific?”
“Two tablespoons.” I make it easy on him.
He nods seriously as he meticulously shakes the brick-colored powder on top of the sugar.
Chase snickers.
“Don’t.” Shane chides him.
“Don’t what?” I ask attentively.
“Shane is incapable of ‘eyeballing’ anything.” Chase rats him out. “He’s a perfectionist. He needs exact measurements, parameters, length, width, height and weight when it comes to everything”.
“I do not.” Shane argues, straightening his posture offensively.
Chase cocks a disputing eyebrow.
“When I met you, you couldn’t marinate a steak without making sure every single inch was perfectly coated with the same about of sauce.” Chase eyeballs me. “One night I couldn’t decide if he wanted me to starve or just wanted to taunt me with raw meat.”
Shane reacts affronted. “Neither. I was nervous and wanted to impress you.” He confesses. “It was one of our first dates.” He slips in. “And I can’t help if I have a highly-developed eye.”
“No one is faulting you for your talent, but please don’t make me starve in your strive for greatness.” Chase clearly loves messing with him.
“Shut up.” Shane snaps lightheartedly.
I press my lips together, entertained by the two of them as I stir.
“Would you like to share your thoughts with the rest do the class, Ms. Reeves?” Chase notes my quiet amusement.
“Yes. You. The two of you.”
“What about us?” They flank me like two curious cats on the prowl, pressing in close, caging me between dual walls of solid, bare muscle.
I place the mixing bowl down unruffled and look up at them. “You’re cute. The two of you together.”
“Cute?” Shane curls his lip. “We’re sexy.” He corrects me haughtily, lowering his face to mine. “Sexy, and mysterious and dangerous,” he hums forcibly before he takes a frisky, yet formidable bite of my neck.
I squeal as his incisors sink into my skin.
“Think twice about calling us cute, huh?” Chase adds fuel to the fire as Shane chomps away at me.
“Yes,” I giggle and squirm as Shane attacks my neck like a bloodthirsty vampire.
“Lesson learned.” Shane sucks on my jugular one last time before he releases me.
“You two don’t play fair.” I whine coquettishly, rubbing my tender spot.
“We know.” Chase tickles the tip of my nipple now pointing out from underneath the white cotton of my shirt. “Don’t you forget it.” He slaps my ass dominantly. “Now feed us, woman.”
“I would,”—I glare at them hostilely as they move around the island to take a seat across from me—“if two people would leave me be.”
“We won’t touch anymore. Scouts honor.” Chase holds up his hand. Oh, he’s a Boy Scout now?
“Until we’re done eating. Then all bets are off.” Shane tacks on.
“Deal.” I rise to the challenge. After the explosive interlude this morning, they can touch me all they damn well please.
While I have Shane and Chase at a distance, I pour the batter into the waffle iron. As it cooks I quickly cut up some strawberries.
“Need some assistance?” Chase shakes the whipped cream can with a troublemaking look in his eyes.
“Not yet, but I’ll let you know.” I put my hand up.
He shrugs, “fine.” He turns the can on himself and shoots some sweet cream into his mouth. Shane’s expression morphs into something sexually twisted as he watches Chase swallow the white cream down.
“Excite you did I?” Chase, with that same troublemaking gleam, points the nozzle at Shane’s mouth. Shane opens up readily.
I will never look at whipped cream the same way again.
They both turn on me. “Don’t worry, pixie. As soon as we’re done eating you’re getting a shot in your mouth, too.” Chase smiles cheekily, spraying some more whipped cream on Shane’s collar before provocatively licking it off. Every inch of my body palpitates, pulsates and pounds. The eroticism in his statement—and actions—has my fucking hormones clamoring out of control.
Focus. Let’s not publicize how weak they make you straight out of the gate.
The waffle iron dings before I can toss back my own snarky remark.
“Plates?” I request, my voice
stained. Shane jumps up to grab them.
I pull the golden waffles out of the iron then toss each one in the cinnamon sugar mixture while they’re still hot. Once coated with a thick crust, I place some cut strawberries and whipped cream on top.
“Breakfast is served.” I push their plates in front of them.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Shane asks with a small frown.
“Yes, but I want to watch the two of you first.”
“Get off on seeing things in our mouths?” Shane asks lewdly.
“I get off on seeing how much you enjoy the things in your mouth.” I lean forward and hiss seductively, letting them peek down my shirt.
Both their eyes bulge. Two can play at this game. “Eat.”
“Damn girl, if I wasn’t hard before, I definitely am now.” Chase cuts into the waffle and takes a bite. He pauses, then chews slowly before swallowing. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”
“You like?” I perk up.
He glances at Shane. “You are so lucky she likes us both because these alone,”—he motions with his fork—“are enough for me to consider a twosome.”
Shane squints at Chase like a petulant child. “You are so lucky I love you.” He shoves some waffle into his mouth.
“It’s hard not to.” Chase keeps eating, indulging in every bite. “Jesus, unbelievable sex and an unbelievable cook. We hit the jackpot.”
“Doesn’t take much to make you two happy, huh.” I joke. “Underneath it all I could be a stark raving lunatic.”
“We doubt it.” Shane disagrees. “We’ve been with one of those. You give off a totally different vibe.”
I assume he’s talking about the woman they were seeing before me. They only mentioned her once, but I’ll admit I’m curious as hell.
“What kind of vibe is that?” I ask tactfully.
“Mellow. Down to earth.”
“She wasn’t either of those things?”
