Tucker held the mug close, letting the warmth seep into his fingers.
Luke added sugar from the jar on the counter to his coffee. The spoon clicked against the sides of the mug as he stirred. “We want to talk to you, Mamma.” He used his boot clad foot to lift the dishwasher door up enough to reach it with his hand.
“How many times have I asked you to not manhandle the damned dishwasher?” Helen scratched her nose with the back of her wrist. “What’s going on? You three look like somebody died.”
“Did you know Selena was in town?” Birdie asked, her voice had a sharpness to it that made Tucker’s stomach lurch, an edge of accusation.
Helen sighed. She dried her hands on the dishtowel that hung on the drawer handle beside the sink. Turning toward them, Helen leaned against the edge of the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Luke starred at the blackness in his mug for a moment before looking his mother in the eye.
“I hoped she’d be gone before now,” said Helen flatly. “She came to the door, I don’t know, a month ago. Looked like complete shit and told me that she didn’t have anywhere to stay. Of course, I don’t want her under my roof, so I gave her a couple hundred dollars to get a hotel room or something for a couple of nights. Is she still in town?”
“You would know. Seeing as you’re the one that’s been picking her up when the sheriff throws her in the drunk tank,” said Birdie.
Helen groaned.
“Mamma, tell us what’s going on.” Luke pleaded with her.
“Birdie, you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” Helen chewed on her bottom lip.
“Right now, I’m not sure. Selena is claiming you are the reason she didn’t go to Gramma’s funeral. That you told people to keep her out. That you won’t let her talk to me. Is that true?”
“Jesus Christ. No.” Helen rubbed her temples.
Tucker’s cellphone chimed. Rod’s response was in his inbox. So glad I keep him on retainer. Tucker would answer his lawyer when he could.
“Explain to me how,” said Birdie. “Is my whole life a lie? Did she really leave me, or were you keeping us apart?” Birdie sat her mug down, her gaze trained on Helen.
“I have never kept your mother away from anything. She could have gone to Dora’s service, but instead she was busy shooting up in the Green Hills motel off Route 87. Two days after her mother’s funeral, I took Selena to rehab.” Helen toyed with a lock of hair that had come lose from her ponytail and fallen by her ear. “She didn’t even try. I didn’t see her again until we went to your graduation.”
“What did you say to her that day? Did she want to talk to me?” Birdie’s facial expression changed from anger to confusion.
“No.” Helen sniffed and Luke pulled his mother into a hug, resting his chin on the top of her head as Helen’s shoulders quaked with her soft sobs.
Tucker grabbed the box of tissues from the counter closest to him and offered them to Helen. She pulled a couple from the box and wiped her eyes.
“Roy said I should’ve told you this years ago, but Birdie, you were a wreck in the car that day. My heart broke for you.”
“Tell me, now.” Birdie’s eyes were tearing up. Tucker handed her a new tissue, which she accepted and used to wipe her running nose, not really caring about her mascara leaving wispy trails of black down her cheeks.
“She wanted to borrow some money. I told her I didn’t have anything to give her, so she left.” Helen inhaled sharply. “I wish I could wash my hands of Selena. She’s a toxic person. But I do what I can for Dora and for you, Birdie.” Helen slumped against Luke’s broad chest. Luke wrapped his arm around his mother and let her cry into his shirt.
Tucker rubbed at his jaw, trying to ease the tension her felt there. “I’ve known enough duplicitous people to think your mother is hanging around here on the hopes of extorting money from you, Birdie.” He’d had enough experience with gold-diggers to smell them coming a mile away. Birdie was his first relationship with someone who meant it when they said I love you rather than I love you, can I have access to your bank account? Tucker loved that, for Birdie, money didn’t buy love. He glanced over at Luke, still holding his sobbing mother, rubbing her back as though she were a child, not the woman who’d bore and raised him.
A warm glow spread across Tucker’s chest as he let his gaze fall over the people in the kitchen. This was the closest he’d felt to being part of a family since…1994.
“She’s capable of fucking up my career. If she went to the media about any of us, I would get black-balled so fast. No studio wants the controversy. I’d be Charlie Sheen with a vagina, but without the drugs and STDs. The same thing might happen to Greyson, it wouldn’t matter how good his photos were.”
Tucker wanted to protect them all. “I might have a solution,” he said.
Heads turned toward him.
“Baby, you can’t just pay her the money she wants,” said Birdie.
Helen sniffled. “She’s right. If you pay her off now, she’ll just come back for more. She won’t ever leave you alone if she thinks she can get something out of you. I ought to know. Selena did that to her mother, she’s done it to me, and now she’s after Birdie.”
“It’s not just Birdie. It’s all of us.” Luke said softly.
Tucker tapped the mail app on his phone. “I’ve been in contact with Rod Harkinson, my lawyer. If we can get her to sign a NDA, would she honor it?”
“Probably not, unless there was money attached.” Birdie swallowed hard.
“I’ll have Rod fly in with the appropriate contracts. I’m sure he can talk her into it,” said Tucker confidently.
“Are you sure, Tucker?” asked Luke.
“There’s a reason I pay the man’s retainer.” Tucker gave Luke a sly smile.
* * * *
Birdie, Luke, and Tucker spent the next few days hanging out on the ranch. Birdie spent most of her days at the pool while Luke was out working with the livestock and Tucker met with the lawyer. Time had allowed her to relax a bit, the stress brought on by maternal extortion slowly seeping away with the heat of the sun and the cool water as she swam.
The family grilled out again on Wednesday evening. Birdie stood beside Luke, drinking in the scent of his tanned skin and spicy aftershave. She wanted to take him to bed, kiss him and taste every inch of him. Today was the first day since she and Tucker had been at Open Sky that Birdie had even thought about sex with her boyfriends. Birdie had been so tense the last few days that none of Tucker’s shoulder and back rubs, or the pull of Luke’s skin smelling of sunshine and a hard day’s work were able to put Birdie in the mood to do anything physical beyond cuddling and falling asleep.
Tucker walked through the back door, snagged himself a drink from the fridge, and joined Birdie and Luke in the yard. The black T-shirt he wore hugged his chest and biceps. Birdie licked her lips, gaze drifting from Luke to Tucker and back again. The heat from the boys’ bodies radiated around her, enveloping her in a cocoon of safety.
“I love you two,” said Birdie winding an arm around each man’s torso, pulling them close to her.
“And we love you,” said Luke. He kissed Birdie’s cheek and Tucker kissed the other.
“I’ve got good news,” Tucker said, taking a swig from his beer. “Selena signed the NDA.”
Birdie let out a sigh of relief.
“But what did she get out of it?” Luke asked.
“Rod convinced her to take a job at our ski resort in Colorado. She’ll get housing, a monthly stipend in addition to her wages. As long as she gets the help she needs for her addiction problems and sticks to the NDA, Selena will have employment and somewhere to live. I thought it was the best solution for everyone.”
“Maybe it’ll keep this time.” Helen said from behind them.
The three turned.
Helen hugged Tucker. “Thank you, Tucker, you’ve done for this family what I’ve tried for years but couldn�
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“Thank you for making me part of your family.” Tucker smiled.
As they ate dinner, pleasant conversation and laughter filled the night air.
Birdie, Tucker, and Luke returned to Luke’s house late in the night.
“It’s been a long few days,” said Birdie, she whisked her T-shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jean cut-offs. The three of them were in the master bedroom of Luke’s house, getting ready for bed.
“Yep,” Luke said, raising his arms up, grabbing his elbows, and leaning from one side then another to stretch out his back muscles.
Birdie watched with fascination as his muscles contracted and relaxed, rippling beneath his skin. His jeans were unbuttoned and hung low enough on his hips that his Adonis belt was clearly visible.
“At least now we can enjoy the rest of our visit.” Tucker mumbled around his electric tooth brush. He leaned over and spit into the sink then swished his mouth out with water. The white terry cloth towel wrapped around his waist split over one muscular thigh.
Birdie thought about stealing Tucker’s towel and having him bend her over the bathroom counter and take her. She nibbled at her bottom lip. Words couldn’t express how greatly she appreciated that her lovers had been mum about getting intimate, giving Birdie time to process all the crap that had been happening with her mother. Looking at them now, though, hard muscles, soft skin, and everything else she loved, need surged through her. Birdie’s cunt grew slick, hungry for satisfaction. “Does anyone want to have sex?” She asked nonchalantly as she braided her long black hair and wrapped an elastic around the bottom.
“Twist my arm,” said Tucker, whipping off his towel and throwing it over the shower stall door to dry.
“Do bears shit in the woods?” Luke grinned gleefully and closed the gap between them.
“You two are funny,” breathed Birdie, just before Luke’s mouth sunk down on hers, his roving tongue tasting her. Tucker kissed along her throat and as Luke released her from his kiss so that Tucker could have a turn at kissing her lips with hot powerful passion.
Luke hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Birdie’s panties and pushed them down to the floor. She stepped out of them and unfastened her bra, tossing it aside. Luke picked Birdie up and laid her in the middle of the California king-sized bed. Tucker crawled in beside her and Luke shimmied out of his jeans and underpants before easing into the bed on her other side, sandwiching her between their two hard bodies.
Tucker swept a lock of hair away from Birdie’s forehead, his fingertips running a trail of fire from the edge of her jaw down over the soft rise of her breast. He toyed at her nipple with the edge of his fingernail, sending wet heat between her thighs. “What would you like, love?”
“I want both of you inside of me.” Birdie’s eased herself up, running a hand along each of her lovers’ abdomens to the tufted nests around their hard cocks. She took one shaft in each hand and stroked up and down the length, listening to the delighted symphony of moans.
Luke ensnared Birdie’s waist and pulled her in close to his sculpted chest muscles. “I want to taste you first,” he growled low in her ear.
“Me too.” Tucker’s tongue slid down over Birdie’s naked flesh, going lower and lower. The tip of his tongue flitted against her navel and Birdie moaned contentedly.
Luke kissed an identical path down her body, his hands clasped around her hips.
Birdie’s lovers guided her to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her. Luke parted Birdie’s thighs and leaned in first and she gasped when Luke’s hot mouth descended on her. His lips closed around the hardened peek of her clit. Luke’s tongue glided along the outer lips of Birdie’s pussy, pulling them in his mouth to suckle lightly and his nose edge against her sensitive flesh. Birdie’s head rolled back with the divine sensation.
Luke kissed Tucker, Birdie’s sweetness glistening on his lips. Both men were between her spread legs, tongues, lips and teeth tangling with the wild passion growing in Birdie’s core. Birdie reached out a hand and ran fingers through the boys’ hair, urging them on. Her sitting position prevented her from thrusting her hips, so she leaned back, propping herself on her elbows. She ground against their fevered onslaught of her opening, panting moans escaping her throat. The stubble on their cheeks raked against her smooth thighs, sending bolts of lust right down into her curling toes.
Luke held onto one side of Birdie’s hips and Tucker held the other, both men pressing forward on her, licking, sucking, kissing her sweet spot, and kissing each other.
Birdie looked down, her eyes hazy with desire. They were both at the ready, their erect cocks twitching with anticipation. “Touch each other, please.” She said, voice husky with arousal.
Luke’s free hand surrounded Tucker’s hard-on and moved up and down. Tucker did the same for Luke. Both of her lovers vibrated with the shared pleasure, their grunts and moans battering against Birdie’s cunt, going straight through her and out the top of her head.
Birdie keened higher and higher, her inner muscles wound tight enough to snap. She wanted, no needed, release, but not now. She wanted them to come together. She fought her body’s will to keep going, to explode with ecstasy. Instead she moved the men’s faces away from her pulsing slit.
“Take me.” Her breath came in panting gasps. “Fill me up,” she said, giving each lover a kiss in turn, tasting her own sweetness mingling with the saltiness of sweat and the rugged flavor of her men.
Tucker moved to the middle of the bed and Birdie straddled him. Luke grabbed the lube bottle from the bedside table. Gently, he applied a dab to the engorged lips of Birdie’s pussy.
Birdie eased onto Tucker’s hard cock, circling her hips around and around. From behind, Luke eased himself into her wet entrance. All three of them exhaled with the hot tight fit. Luke rubbed Birdie’s ass cheeks and slowly began working himself back and forth, his thick prick sliding easily in and out of Birdie’s snatch, across the underside of Tucker’s dick, creating delicious friction.
Beneath her, the pad of Tucker’s thumb pressed against Birdie’s swollen clit, drawing tiny circles around and around, carrying her to the edge.
The pace of Luke’s thrusts increased, faster and faster. Tucker moaned, the hand that wasn’t stroking the hard nub of pleasure between her legs, gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Luke’s hands were on her hips too, holding her in place as he rammed into her, fucking her wet hot cunt as hard as he could. Luke’s balls hit against her most sensitive flesh, as Tucker’s fingers worked their magic.
Birdie arched her back, tightening herself around her lovers. Luke was the first to come. His body shuddering against her as he drove deep into her one final time. Tucker’s fingers changed position, cupping Luke’s balls against Birdie’s slit. She spasmed around them, each wave of orgasm clenching harder than the last. Tucker growled, and pumped, just a little, filling her with his climax.
The three unwound themselves from one another carefully and laid on the bed, Birdie between Tucker and Luke. They were covered in a sheen of sweat, the men more than her. Birdie gazed at them, sweeping wet strands of hair away from their faces. “I love you, Luke. And I love you, Tucker.” She kissed them both.
They fell asleep, a comfortable tangle of bodies.
Birdie woke up to the sound of the doorbell. Luke and Tucker were still asleep beside her. She crawled to the bottom of the bed, plucked her panties from the floor, and slid them on. She couldn’t find her shirt and instead opted for Luke’s discarded one from last night. She inhaled the scent of his cologne and buttoned one button enough to cover her naked breasts.
The doorbell rang twice more before she could get to the bottom of the stairs.
She turned the knob, “Helen, you don’t have to ring—” Birdie stared at Sheriff Cranford.
He was dressed in his uniform, but his hair was disheveled, and his tie undone. He looked harried and as though he’d been drinking.
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“Can I help you, Sheriff?” she asked. What the fuck did my mother do now?
“Birdie. I need to tell you something,” he said, clearing his throat.
“What?” asked Birdie.
“I’m your father.”
THE END
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Nickie Jamison wrote her first full-length novel at age ten—that creative endeavor sparked her desire to begin her writing career. Ms. Jamison’s short erotic fiction has been published in the Coming Together Among the Stars, Coming Together Outside the Box, and Slice Girls anthologies. Nickie's hobbies include knitting, drinking copious amounts of wine, Netflix binge-watching, and painting her nails. She lives in Hampton Roads with her darling husband, step-child, and two spoiled furbabies, Jayne and Frye.
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