by Lana Hartley
I giggle and look at the guys. “Thank you for agreeing to come here and help me,” I tell them. “I really appreciate it…and you.”
“I don’t want to brag, but the cabin in the woods idea was all my idea,” Simon admits much to the other two men’s chagrin.
“You’re just lucky she agreed to it,” King spoke next, giving Simon a hard time.
Simon rolled his eyes and unlocked the front door. “It’s hard to say no to.”
“The man’s got a point,” I laugh as we all file inside together.
When we walk inside, I’m immediately hit with rustic charm and wooden beams everywhere. There are high ceilings and a stone fireplace that looks as if its custom made—which I’m sure it is.
“How long have your parents owned this place?” I turn to ask Simon.
He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Since I was a kid.”
“So a million years ago?” Dylan teases.
“Really fucking funny, asshole,” Simon quips back and places his and my bags at the end of the staircase leading upstairs.
I walk over to the back windows that expose panoramic views of the woods behind us. There’s a little clearing that I note will be perfect to conduct our experiments later on once we get settled and potentially get a little food in our bellies.
King comes up behind me and places his hands tenderly on my shoulders.
“Don’t worry,” he says, giving them a squeeze. “Like I said before, I mean it. I can do the research again to be able to complete the information again.”
I turn to face him and smile warmly. “Are you sure you can remember everything?”
He takes a deep breath and glances outside.
“Absolutely,” he states with confidence.
“I can help you,” I admit. “It’s my research anyway. I need to contribute as much as I can.”
“We’re ready,” Dylan walks up to join us. “We have everything we need to get started, either on paper or from things we have bought to help with the testing.”
“You guys are seriously the fucking best ever,” I chuckle. “I probably wouldn’t be this far without you.”
I privately admit that even with the research notes and formulas, I wouldn’t be able to do all this alone or without their help.
* * *
Later that night after dinner, I watch as King works on his laptop in the living room, diligently working and trying to get ahead.
“You’re a workaholic,” I tease as I sit across from him on the loveseat.
“I just want to make sure you get ahead in your experiments,” he admits with humble grace.
“What he’s trying to say,” Dylan says as he takes a bite of an apple, “is that he’s a little suck up.”
“Oh, stop teasing each other,” I say lightheartedly with a giggle. “I think it’s sweet.”
I glance up at King and notice a twinkle in his eyes.
In all honesty, I do admire the way he genuinely hits the grindstone daily to help me achieve my dreams.
“King is such a kiss ass that he helps other faculty members complete their work and deadlines, too,” Simon laughs.
King scoffs. “I can’t help it if I’m smarter than everyone else.”
“In your dreams,” Dylan says through a mouthful of apple.
“You’re dynamic and intense, but I think it’s awesome,” I admit, coming to King’s rescue.
“Thank you,” he grins and squeezes my hand from across the coffee table.
Seriously though, all that stamina he has and the ability to do enormous amounts of work while still maintaining his raw and magnetizing energy…it’s totally sexy and a major turn on for me.
“Anyone want any wine?” Simon asks and claps his hands together.
The rest of us raise our hands in unison.
“I do!” I shout out with exuberance. “Everything is better with wine.”
“I concur,” Simon winks at me and walks to the kitchen to retrieve a couple of bottles for us to share and enjoy together.
“I have to confess something to you guys.” I glance around the room and bite my lip.
“You’re really a girl…right?” Simon asks with mock horror.
“Shut up,” I giggle and playfully slap his leg. “Yes, I’m really a girl. It’s nothing crazy like that.”
“Then please, do enlighten us,” Simon coaxes me on.
“Yeah, I love a good story over wine,” King winks at me.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to be honest with the guys about the research. “Well, the reason this research is so important to me, is because my grandfather and some other relatives I had died because of the effects of the coal in their health. Then, my own father volunteered to help the miners, but he died because of an accident down there.”
I stop to gauge the guys’ reactions. It’s not my intention to turn this party into a sob fest, but I’m passionate about this work and they have a right to know why they have to work so hard at it for me.
“That is so terrible,” Dylan rubs my back consolingly.
“Everyone knows that it’s because of the coal mining company’s negligence,” I admit bitterly.
“It’s a damn shame,” King leans back and gives me a touching glance.
I feel myself becoming more inebriated by the wine. I’m chugging it down as if it’s water. I know I should probably calm down and pace myself, but I think it’s probably too late for that now.
I’m already too far gone to stop.
I can’t help the emotions as they threaten to swallow me whole with the internal grief I’ve been struggling with for so long.
I have to release it because it’s intense and festering inside of me. Maybe if I vent to the guys tonight, I’ll get it out of my system, and I can have the closure I need to move on and charge forward full steam ahead.
I hiccup, and then choke back an inevitable sob. I can’t contain it any longer, and a few tears spill over my cheeks, revealing the true misery I feel about being alone.
“I miss my family,” I state and my voice cracks.
The guys look at each other as if they’re confused and don’t know how to approach a hysterically distraught woman.
I can’t really blame them; even I’m shocking myself with my behavior. I’m going to just go out on a limb here and blame the wine for my outburst of emotion tonight, even if I probably will be humiliated by the time the dawn lights up the sky again.
“My mother died giving birth to me,” I wail. “I’m a fucking orphan.”
Dylan and King wrap their arms around me because they’re closest to me. Simon then walks up to join the group hug of misery and crouches down to stroke my tear stained cheek.
“Since my mom died before I ever got a chance to know her, I grew up majorly close to my father,” I admit.
“Dads’ are good that way,” Simon gave me a warm smile.
“Yeah,” I chuckle through my tears and wipe my wet eyes. “Yeah, they really are. I was always daddy’s little girl.”
“I can totally see you in that role,” King grins playfully at me, but his voice is soothing, intoxicatingly sexy even through my distraught state of mind.
I glance at each of them, each with their own unique set of qualities and chemistry that makes me attracted to them. I love how they’re able to calm me down with little effort, it’s like their presence is enough to console me.
“I’m thankful that you guys are here with me,” I confess. “Sorry I’m being such a buzzkill.”
“It’s really okay,” Dylan says softly. “We’re always going to be here for you, no matter what.”
“I don’t feel alone anymore,” I admit.
“Nor should you ever again,” King responds.
I smile at all three of them, then begin to feel the tingle of desire rising in my belly like a warmth spreading throughout my veins.
The fact that they’re so concerned for my emotional well-being makes me so hot for them I can barely stan
d it.
Without a word, I stand up and slowly begin to undress myself. The moment is so erotic and passion filled that I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
My skin feels intensely hot, burning with the deep-rooted desire I feel for each of them together as a unit.
The simple fact that they’re willing to give me so much positive affection and attention makes me want them even more, an insatiable craving that I am desperate to quench.
I strip with the intention of being naked in front of them, right here in the living room.
I’m not crazy, just lustfully passionate.
I know I’m teasing them, and that makes the magical moment feel even sexier…more sensual.
Their eyes are hungry as they stare at me with longing.
The ball is in my court, and I have them under my seductive spell.
Chapter 22
King
Seeing Krista like this does something to me. I’m hard—of course I’m fucking hard—but it’s not just arousal.
I’ve gotten used to being too fucking horny to handle myself when I’m around this girl, her flawless skin and her sultry, pouty lips. It’s a near-constant state of being now, especially as I’m spending more and more time in the presence of those pretty, perky nipples and her heart-shaped ass.
I want her. I’ll always fucking want her.
But it’s not just that.
Seeing her undress for me—seeing her take off her clothes like she’s putting herself on display for my eyes and my eyes alone—it makes something dark and primal and brutal bubble up in my chest.
I feel it seep into my veins, into my blood—this ancient urge embedded in my fucking DNA telling me to take and own and conquer.
And never mind that rationally, I know that there are two other men in the room—two men that I trust and respect and would give my life for any other day of the week.
Rationally, I’m not some fucking caveman who needs to take and claim and conquer a beautiful woman just because I want to stick my dick in her either.
I’m an educated man. Even among other men, rationally I’ve got more brains than most.
I should have more self-control as a result.
But this isn’t fucking rational, the things that Krista makes me feel as she undresses for us. We just sit and watch her do it for a moment, taking in the smooth, milky expanses of her thighs and the way her waist flares out to broad, perfect hips in the cabin’s soft golden light.
She’s presenting herself to us like a fucking prize.
A prize to be shared.
But right now, I don’t want to fucking share.
I want to take.
To own.
To make her mine and mine alone.
I move to her first. Early bird catches the worm, after all—and all I can think about is worming my tongue between her perfect pink pussy lips before anyone else can have her.
I take her by her waist, and we fall back onto a plush leather armchair. I watch the shining white crescents of her French tips dig into the chair’s arms as I take her knees and part them forcefully.
“Mine,” I tell her, just before I sink my teeth into the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Oh!” Krista gasps softly.
I can smell her from here—her cunt, her wetness, her heat.
She fucking wants it. She wants me.
Simon and Dylan can get in line, as far as I’m concerned.
If I let them, that is.
If I don’t just take her and keep her all for myself.
I plunge my mouth between her thighs and claim her pussy with my kiss. She moans when I do that, too—and I hope Simon and Dylan are hearing it.
Rationally, it should bother me—the idea of taking this woman that all three of us want so fucking bad.
But right now, it doesn’t.
I’m not being rational.
I’m taking what I want and making it mine.
Krista’s love juices leave her cunt slippery and sweet beneath my lips and tongue. I suck her clit until she starts to whimper. Then, I hook my hands beneath her thighs and pull her harder against my face.
More. I need more of this woman—now.
But as I lick Krista’s sweet, candy-pink slit, I feel Simon and Dylan move behind me. Their belts are unclasped, and their zippers are open, while my cock is still trapped, straining against my jeans.
It just makes me go down on her all the more. They can get their dicks out and stroke themselves to her if they want—but right now, this pussy is mine.
I start laying long, hard licks against Krista’s clit. She’s bucking her hips against me now—even as Simon and Dylan come up to either side of her with their cocks at the ready.
I glance up at her as she moans louder than ever, reaching for each of them with a desperate need.
The primal darkness in my veins fucking aches at that. It’s my fucking cock she should be reaching for right now—my mouth that’s giving her pleasure and my fucking body that’s going to take her and mark her as my own.
But despite that dark, possessive feeling, I can still feel my heart pumping more hot blood to my cock with every passing moment. Krista gets even wetter against my tongue, which I didn’t think was possible. Her cream is smeared across my fucking lips now and dripping down from her slit all the way to her ass.
I scoop it up with my fingers and use it as lube, pressing my thumb against the tight pucker of her asshole and forcing my way in as I suck on her clit harder than ever.
“Oh...OH!” Krista gasps as I enter her with my thumb, making her clit throb in orgasm against my tongue all at once.
Her body shudders. Her pussy clenches. Krista’s mouth falls open into the softest, sweetest ‘O’ as she grabs onto Simon and Dylan’s cocks, one in each hand, like she has to hold onto something or else she’ll fall apart completely.
“Good girl, Krista,” Simon says as he strokes her hair.
“Very good girl,” Dylan agrees.
He dips down to meet her lips with his, and I wait expectantly for that possessive darkness to rear its ugly head.
But as she kisses Dylan, then Simon...
She looks so fucking happy.
Completely blissed out.
Like the entire world rests not just on my shoulders...
But on all three of us.
With her wrapped up in our arms.
“King,” she breathes, and I rise to her.
I claim my kiss last, slipping my tongue between her hot, demanding lips so she can taste how fucking wet I made her with my mouth.
No—how wet we made her.
I don’t want to fucking share this girl—that’s true for now.
But seeing her with Simon and Dylan—seeing her so fucking happy, so satiated, so at ease like that...
It’s the sexiest thing in the entire fucking world.
I tug my shirt off and unclasp my belt, stepping back to the couch behind me.
I can’t take my fucking eyes off her...and I know that the night is far from over.
Chapter 23
Krista
My body feels so aroused, and it vibrates with anticipation for their touch.
Warm hands knead my tits, ramping up me up as Dylan’s heavy breathing echoes in my ears. Open mouth kisses are pressed down my neck.
Raising my head slightly, my lazy eyes open to King lounging on the couch with his legs spread wide and his big beautiful cock displayed.
His big hand circles the base, then cups his balls, watching me with a predatory smirk as his other hand strokes the head of his cock.
My mouth waters in anticipation.
“Come sit on my lap.” King’s words surprise me since I thought he was ready for my lips to be wrapped around him.
Dylan’s hands pause from plucking my nipples, which are now as hard as rocks.
Slipping away from him, I turn and expose my back side to King for his direction.
“Lean forward and suck on th
is, baby.” Simon’s huge cock is now within handy reach.
Leaning my weight forward, I rest a hand on King’s knees as I open my mouth to accept Simon’s rock-hard, silky cock sliding over my tongue.
Mmm, yes! This is what I needed.
I feel King’s hands grip my ass cheeks, pulling them apart for Dylan’s exploring fingers.
Slowly, he circles my dark hole, coating and separating.
“That’s right, baby. Open for me while you swallow Simon’s cock.”
I murmur my enthusiastic agreement to Dylan’s statement, which he whispered in my ear.
I swallow and savor every bit of pre-cum as it slides down my throat.
Simon’s big cock drips pre-cum onto my tongue as I use my fingers to carefully explore his large balls.
Popping inside my ring, Dylan’s finger slowly rotates, opening me to his exploring touch.
I moan around Simon’s cock, and he hisses his approval before smoothing my hair back with both hands into a makeshift ponytail.
I look into his eyes as I drop my jaw to encourage him to thrust deeper; his penetrating gaze is full of appreciation.
“Your lips look so perfect around me.” He punctuates his words with a slow withdrawal.
One of King’s hands slips from my ass cheek around to my clit where he begins to circle slowly and lightly.
Dylan inserts a second finger into my ass at the same time.
I can’t wait!
I enthusiastically push back on his fingers as he enters me. Wanting him. Wanting all of them.
“Yes, baby. I know.” Dylan licks my ear in-between his words. “I’m getting you there. Patience now.”
His fingers gently stroke in and out, penetrating and scissoring inside me.
“She’s so wet. Just soaking my hand.” King’s admiration makes me swallow harder around Simon.
My pussy is soaked. I fucking need them inside me soon.
The throbbing emptiness is driving me crazy.
Simon stills as my throat convulses on his head, and he pulls back quickly. “Not quite yet.”
He pulls his cock from my mouth, and I whimper.
