“What?”
“Are you only wearing mascara and lip gloss?” Richard asked.
I smiled and nodded. “I told you ten minutes to get ready. I’ve done it in five.”
“You are naturally very pretty.” Richard touched her cheek studying her.
I felt my cheeks flush and looked away from him.
We left my room and went downstairs
“You know they both plan to tag team you,” Richard stated plainly.
Holy fuck, not really the conversation I want to have. “It bothers you?”
“Only that I’m not invited.” Richard shrugged.
I glanced at him with feigned indignation.
He smiled easily and draped an arm around my shoulder. “Oh, don’t pretend to be prim and proper. You’re one of the boys tonight.”
“Yep, we’re going to take you to the strip club and drink you under the table,” Ben stated with a smirk.
I laughed. “Ok, well make sure I get back to my bed in one piece alone.”
“That can be done.” Ben grinned. “What state you will be in when we get you there though, can’t be promised.”
I nodded. “So this threesome and sex business. You all know about it.”
“Yes.” They confirmed with nods.
“So, who will consist of the three?”
“You, Charlie and Ian,” Richard answered looking down at me as we walked. “Ben is a prude and I am married.”
This was good, them admitting this. I liked both men.
We got to the strip club, got a booth and sat down.
“Have you decided to go through with it?” Ben asked as drinks were served.
I stared at him, took my shot, and then shook my head. “I haven’t. It’s not something I would do.”
“Women say that shit all the time. Oh, I don’t do that or no, I wouldn’t do that. Generally, when they do,” Ben stated.
I nodded. “Absolutely agree. But I was a virgin bride and other than a night I don’t remember, well, I class one man as having touched me. We had great sex but I only know one man in the bedroom. Taking on two after such a long time…” I shrugged. “I don’t know if I could do it. I need safe and secure. It’s been a long time since anyone saw me naked.” This was something she had a problem with.
Ben watched her. “You were raped?”
I shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about it. I was drugged and don’t remember. So, in my book, it didn’t happen.” I gazed steadily at Ben. “Do they like to tag team or is this just a one off on the bucket list thing?”
Ben shrugged but Richard answered, “One, off I think. Charlie and I did it before years ago. The woman never had any complaints. But Ian, nah he doesn’t like to share. You should step out of your prude box if you’re comfortable and give it a go. It would be a lot of fun.”
I took a sip of my drink. “Are you two trying to talk me into it?”
“No, I don’t want you to do more than you are comfortable with,” Ben replied. “Saying that, sexual experimentation is always fun and always a good way to grow.”
I believe he was being honest but I rolled my eyes and smiled. “If I was to go do something like that, then no one would know about it.”
“We would find out about it anyway. Not details but we would find out.” Richard shrugged. “We are brothers. We talk.”
I nodded. “That is why I won’t do it. Men talk more than women. I wouldn’t have told a soul.”
“Because you are disgusted with your behavior? Or that you were brave enough to go through with it?” Ben asked.
What? Now we’re getting psychological? Oh, come on. I rolled my eyes.
“No, because she would be ashamed of enjoying her sexuality,” Richard stated pretty much nailing the issue on the head. “Put it on your bucket list and then you can say you have had one.” He waved his hand like by giving a solution, it could be dismissed.
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just don’t want to have sex?” I suggested, even though that was a pretty good idea to put it on my bucket list.
“I watched you come,” Richard stated simply. “It was sexy as fuck. You meant it when said you were back in the game. There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun. And they are two really nice men that would look after you. You should at least consider it.”
Ben nodded. “We won’t think less of you if you do or if you choose not to. You’ll find no judgment here. We have had threesomes. You won’t lose respect for it, especially after what you did today. I don’t think I will ever not be friends with you.”
I smiled. “Why is that Ben?”
“Because you are way too fucking full of surprises.” He grinned.
I thought about this and then pulled a page out of my late husband’s book and started buying them doubles. If we were going to talk about this shit then I was going to make sure they woke up with hangovers tomorrow. Now I was a fucking millionaire, I could afford it.
I grinned at the two men.
Charlie
Ian and I arrived at the strip club to find Ben and Richard well on their way to being completely hammered. Kate was tipsy but far from being drunk.
I got my first drink and soon worked out it was a double. I stared at Kate who sat there looking innocent.
She even batted her eye lashes at me. Cheeky little minx.
I leaned over and spoke into her ear, “You’re feeding them doubles.” Oohh, she smelled good.
She gazed at me with feigned shock and pointed at herself. “Who me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I smiled. “I’ve been doing that to them since I got to Vegas. Good work.” I bit her neck gently, she gasped. I sat back. I needed her to relax. Fucked it last night. Needed to rebuild trust, so I could seduce her into the threesome.
She looked at me and blushed. “Did you just bite me?”
“I did.” I nodded with a seductive little smile. I could see her pulse in her neck jumping a little faster. Nice, just what I wanted to see.
The seduction starts tonight. Threesome tomorrow night, if I played my cards right. This woman would have literally died to save my life this morning. There was no way I was leaving this earth without being inside her, thanking her properly.
FIVE YEARS WITHOUT SEX! I was going to end her Nun Run and turn her into the sexual being she obviously had forgotten she could be.
Ian gazed at her and gave her an easy smile that made women just swoon.
She sipped her drink and cocked an eyebrow, watching him before she put her drink down. “How much does it cost?” she asked him with a straight face and an up nod.
He laughed and winked before looking at a stripper with very nice tits.
I swear I heard her mutter under her breath, “I am so fucked.”
I stared at her.
She took a breath and still managed to keep a cool demeanor. But the pulse in her neck was jumping.
I glanced at Richard who’d seen the exchange and was watching her with a smirk.
Ian turned back to her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Hmm, you either want something or you’re in trouble for something.” She sipped her drink watching him. “Which one is it?”
He grinned. “Maybe I want to get in trouble.”
“Then put a hand on a stripper,” she dared.
We laughed.
Kate sipped her drink with a little smile. She shook her head. “So, tonight is about strippers?”
“Well no, we’re going to a club to sing karaoke and to dance,” Ian replied. “Not really wearing walking shoes.”
I tracked his eyes down her legs to her feet. Her legs were amazing. I could totally see myself between them.
I got the boys up and we went for a walk down the main drag of Vegas. To where there was well… not Karaoke it was more of a competition for amateur bands. I held her hand as we walked. She was like Ben though, it was weird, both always scanning the crowds. Both always watching. Ben, I d
on’t think he even knew he did it anymore. But Kate was always on hyper alert.
Ben noticed her doing this after a block and cocked his head to the side. “You always on alert?” he asked her.
“Huh?” She glanced up at him confused. “I’m looking at the sights.”
He shook his head. “You’re on alert. Who do you think will hurt you or are you scared of us?”
Fuck, he could pull the plug on us.
She scoffed. “I’m not scared of anything out here. I’m not worried. I am just looking around.”
Ben glanced at me and then continued giving shit to Ian about his newest car, a bright yellow Maserati. Ben hated the color and Ian loved it.
We walked into what was considered a dive bar where there was a band on stage and they sucked.
“Do you like Halestorm?” Richard asked Kate.
She nodded. “This is a band competition. I don’t play.”
“Do you know the words to Freak Like Me?” Ben smirked.
Kate shut her eyes and pursed her lips. “Yes.” She didn’t want to do it but she was going to.
I grinned as the band on stage got booed off.
The MC got up looking frustrated. “Nice try guys but is there anyone in here that can actually play? Anyone?” He gazed around not looking hopeful.
“Yeah, here.” Ian put his hand up.
The audience groaned.
We walked up on stage, picked up the instruments and tuned them.
“I can’t sing,” Kate warned.
I smiled at her. “Just do the best you can.” I looked at the boys we were all comfortable and the mics worked. I then glanced at Ben who counted us in.
When we started playing, the crowd looked relieved and when Kate started to sing—well they got up and cheered. She told a lie. She could sing and she fucking owned the stage as we backed her up. Can’t sing, my ass. When the song ended, she did the girliest thing I had seen her do so far and that was to curtsy. Then she looked at us with a smile.
The MC came back on and looked absolutely over the moon. “The last band of the night just made this fucking worth it! Anyone think they didn’t win it?” he asked the crowd who shook their heads “Good, cause I’m giving it to them.”
The crowd cheered and the MC handed Kate a thousand dollars.
We left the club and Ian threw her over his shoulder.
She laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. “What are you doing, you idiot!” She giggled some more and looked at me for help. “Make him put me down! He’s acting like a caveman.”
I laughed. “Nah, just think you don’t have to walk in those heels.”
Kate smiled. “Well yeah, there is that.”
I added, “And I like the way your tits are busting out of your top.”
Peering down at her boobs while looking shocked, she checked. They were straining against the shirt but not popping out. She looked relieved before giving me a dirty look. “That was mean.”
Kate
The next morning, they were on my doorstep bright and early, demanding that I get dressed in some jeans. Today we were going shooting and then to skirmish. And then whatever the hell Charlie felt like doing. Last night had been epic. We’d danced and played as a band. I hadn’t sung since Chris died. I did try once and I’d just burst into tears. When I get home, it might be time to get the band back together.
I was surprised they were in such good shape. We were all very drunk when we went to bed.
When I mentioned it, Ben glared at me from the rearview mirror as he drove. “You were feeding us doubles, you little bitch.”
I gave him my most innocent look, he glanced at me a couple times, as I went to answer but I got a slap on the leg. I looked over at Ian.
“Don’t go giving me that bullshit innocent look. You were feeding us doubles on top of the shots.”
“Oh, come on, I was drinking the same.” I waved my hand. “You all pulled up all right. I went to the gym and everything this morning.”
“I didn’t see you there,” Ben said.
“I was there at six.” I shrugged.
Ben huffed. “I was there at seven.”
“Must have just missed each other.” I smiled. “Or you’re just bullshitting me?”
“I work out every day,” he stated. “Hence, I look as good as I do.”
I huffed now. “You look like you used to work out and now, just fucking trying to not get fat.”
Charlie smacked my other leg. “Be nice.”
“What? He does.” I picked on Ben and didn’t even really know why. I grinned at Ben. “Getting soft in your old age.”
We arrived at the range and I got out of the car.
Ben lifted his shirt and asked, “Where exactly am I soft Kate?”
He was ripped. I giggled and put my hand over his heart. “Right here.” I looked up at him and the look on his face made me take my hand away and step back. I shook my head smiling. I took another step back.
He stepped forward.
I giggled. “What you going to do?”
He moved like lightening and after a very short scuffle, I ended up under his arm and was carried into the range like a pet.
I laughed so hard. Then even harder when my butt got smacked.
We were greeted by the instructor who was obviously ex-military. He didn’t look overly impressed by Ben and my shenanigans.
Ben dropped me and I managed to land on my feet.
“Don’t go pulling any bullshit on my range. I will shoot you myself,” the instructor warned.
“Understood,” Ben and I replied in unison.
I was trying to work out what division he was from. A glimpse of a tattoo on his arm and I tried not to grin as I realized he was an ex-seal. He was particularly firm with making sure I understood what was being said. I played dumb. He got the boys through, all were a little shocked at the power in their hands. Except Ben who was really good, further fanning my suspicion he was ex-military.
When he got me to the line, the instructor was all business. “Right. So now, fire it once and see how it feels,” he said.
I brought the gun up. “Like this?”
He then physically improved my stance for me.
I smirked and let the shot off as instructed. “How was that?”
He looked down the range. “Not bad. You want to stop fucking around now? Empty the magazine.”
I smiled and did as I was asked. “I wasn’t fucking around.”
“Yeah, you were.” He grinned before walking us to the long range.
Oh, there were a few guns to choose from but that .338 had my name on it.
He got out the .308 and I pouted.
The instructor got us all down on the ground in the prone position. He showed us how to load it and then let off a shot to show us what to expect.
They went through one by one and I smiled as he talked them through it all.
Charlie didn’t really enjoy it, I think it might have hurt him a little. I wasn’t going to call him a pussy though. He was sick and that recoil could have broken his clavicle.
Ian surprisingly did enjoy it. He would give a little smile of satisfaction.
Richard didn’t like it at all, but I think it was more the fact he wasn’t comfortable.
Ben…well, the more I watched him the more I realized he was ex-military, though he hid it well behind a veil of smooth and suave.
“Right girl, get down on the ground. Show me what you got. Target five.”
I smirked and gazed at Ben’s target then looked back at him. “Alright, I’m looking at your target and I want to know where did you serve?”
Ben smirked. “SEAL. You?”
“RAR,” I said turning. Looking down the scope, I lined up the fifth target. “Charlie, you reckon I can beat his score?”
“If you don’t, its consent for 14 through 20.”
I smiled. “And if I do?”
“Then you marry Ian in white.”
I took the sh
ot and checked it. “And if I shank it on purpose?” There must be a way out of it. Marrying Ian? Where the fuck was that on his list? Although, I did like Ian, he was hot and all but who would wish hell on wheels on a good man like that?
“All of the above.”
I turned my head and looked at Charlie. “Fuck, you’re not giving me a lot of options.” I turned back to the job at hand and reloaded as he laughed. “What if I shank it and help you win?” I studied his target “No forget that, that’s shocking and there’s no saving that shit.” I looked back at Ian’s target. “Ian, you did all right.” I glanced at Richard’s. “No love in that at all. Absolutely crap.” I went back to my target, checked the wind, and then took the shot. And repeated three more times.
The targets arrived and the instructor graded the groupings. It came down to Ben and I.
I studied it and pursed my lips. This was closer than I figured. I’d tried to recreate his grouping with the thought if I got the same, then I was out of a wedding or sex, or all three.
“It is damn near identical,” the instructor announced with a huge smile. “But your grouping is slightly tighter, so you beat Ben.”
“You tried to shank it and get out of it…so it is 14 through 20 and a wedding in white to Ian.” Charlie smirked.
I protested.
He just covered my mouth. “Deal is a deal.”
I looked up at him with my mouth covered, it was a Mexican stand off and I was losing. Fuck! I didn’t want to do that part of the list. Not really. Maybe I did a little… No, I didn’t want to have sex with these men. One that I would have to bury, then marry one and then look the other two in the eyes after. I looked over at Ian for help and he just shrugged with a little smile.
Charlie turned my head and smiled at me. “We’re going to paint ball next.”
“Then I suggest you wear your cups,” I said sweetly. “Because I am going to shoot you in the balls.”
Charlie
Paint ball had been vicious. After finding out Kate was ex-army, she and Ben ended up having a full-blown battle that we ended up stuck in the middle of. I got shot in the ass and the arm and then indeed—I got shot in the balls. Ian and Richard got hit with a few body shots and Ben was spattered with bullets and paint.
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