by Tara Rose
“What are you, twelve?”
Noah moved to her inner thighs. “Dude, I wasn’t doing this at twelve.” He nipped at her skin, and then he grazed his teeth over her clit, which sent shivers down her spine. “Oh man. I knew you’d be this fucking sexy. Just knew it.” Noah spread her pussy lips apart with one hand and sucked hard on her clit. She moaned loudly as fresh waves of desire shot through her body.
Ethan brushed a finger along her face. “Will you suck my cock, baby?”
“Yes.” She didn’t even wait for him to put it inside her mouth. She practically inhaled it, and he groaned loudly and grasped her head with both hands.
When Noah plunged his cock into her pussy, Ethan fucked her mouth slowly for a few moments, and Savannah merely tried to keep breathing. The sensations were so incredible she couldn’t concentrate on all of them at once.
Ethan withdrew and caressed her breasts with one hand, while still pulling on his wet, swollen dick with the other. “This is more fun than I imagined it would be.”
“I agree,” she said, fighting hard to hang onto a coherent thought. Jimmie watched, brushing his hands over his dick, as Noah fucked her rough and deep. He made sexy grunting noises as he pistoned in and out of her, faster than she’d imagined any human man could fuck.
When Ethan brushed a finger over her clit, she came again. Jimmie played with her nipples while Noah continued fucking her and Ethan flicked her clit. Noah cried out loudly as he came, the veins standing out on his neck and droplets of sweat beading on his face and arms. When he finished, he let out one final groan, and then Ethan and Jimmie barely got their hands out of his way before he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.
As he came up for air, he shook his head, spraying her with sweat, and she laughed. “Sorry,” he mumbled, just before planting a very hot kiss on her mouth. When he finally crawled off her, Jimmie moved toward her mouth, and she took him inside, reaching underneath to fondle his balls. Ethan groaned in a soft, sexy way and moved between her legs, then caressed her until she thought she’d go out of her mind with need.
When he slid his dick into her pussy, he groaned in a sweet way that reminded her of Jimmie’s tenderness. Noah propped himself up on one elbow and watched Jimmie fuck her in the mouth, and Ethan fuck her pussy. Savannah merely tried to keep breathing, and absorb the sensations. It was both overwhelming and exquisite at the same time, and it went way, way beyond her fantasies.
Jimmie cried out and she braced herself, and then swallowed his cum as he pumped it into her mouth. “Oh, God that is so fucking hot!” said Noah. Between her legs, Ethan increased his thrusting, and then with a loud cry he, too, came inside her pussy.
She curled up on her side and closed her eyes, a huge smile on her face. One of them moved behind her and molded his body against hers, but she didn’t know who it was. It didn’t matter. She was with all three of them, and she’d just had the most decadent, erotic afternoon of her entire life. Nothing could ruin this, and there was no way anything would ever top it.
Chapter Eight
Noah used the bathroom while Savannah slept, and then pulled on his jeans and walked around Ethan’s house. Ethan had been living here two years, but the home still had a temporary look to it. Did he intend on staying once he finished his fellowship? Had Savannah asked him that already? She wasn’t the kind of woman who would demand a happily-ever-after from any man. He and Jimmie had barely been able to pin her down for continued dates for months now, let alone anything like this.
Was Ethan the reason she’d allowed them inside her life this much today, or had something else happened? He had no clue. He only knew he’d had a crush on her for years, and just to have gone out with her was enough. But now… Jesus. Now that he’d had her like this…the kinky sex and sharing her with Ethan and Jimmie…he couldn’t imagine going backwards. No way.
And it wasn’t only her looks. It was everything about her. The way she looked into his eyes like he was the only man on the planet, the kindness she showed toward everyone, and the fact that she’d just made them all feel ten feet tall, like they were super studs. How the hell had she done that? She’d not only captivated them, but put them at ease around each other.
If anyone had told Noah yesterday afternoon that in twenty-four hours he’d go to see that particular move with Savannah and two guys, and then come back to Ethan’s house to spank Savannah and fuck her…while Ethan and Jimmie did the same, he’d have asked the person what drugs they were on.
And yet now, it didn’t seem odd at all. Not wrong, or sinful, or anything except fucking fabulous, and something he hoped like hell they intended on repeating. Again and again. Forever and ever, amen.
Now you’re being crazy.
Yeah. Something like this does not work long term. No one had to tell Noah that. How the hell could it? He picked up a vase that was probably worth more than the gross national income of most small countries. If given a choice, what woman would choose a respiratory therapist or a guy who shoveled fertilizer for a living over a doctor who could afford this?
The minute the thought took shape, he placed the vase back in its spot and mentally chided himself for being such an asshole. Savannah wasn’t like that at all. She adored Jimmie. Everyone saw that, including Noah. They may have only dated a few months in school, but he remembered the way she’d looked at him. And now, she still looked at him that way. And Jimmie would do anything that woman asked him to.
Noah wasn’t sure how Ethan felt, but he certainly had made headway with her in a short time. Was it all for show? Was this some kind of notch on the doc’s belt? Introduce the pretty ICU nurse, whom no one can seem to pin down, to BDSM play, get her to fuck him and two other guys at the same time, and win a prize? Noah sure hoped not. He certainly didn’t want to compete with Ethan for Savannah, and he’d kill the fucker if he hurt her.
So where did that leave him? What piece of all this would Noah end up with? He had no fucking clue.
As he made his way back upstairs, he only hoped that Savannah didn’t wake up tomorrow morning and wish she’d never laid eyes on any of them. That would kill him. He wanted this day to have been as much fun for her as it had been for him. More, even. He wanted her to be as happy as he was.
* * * *
Later that afternoon, Ethan left Jimmie still asleep, next to Savannah, to head down to the kitchen. He found Noah already downstairs, looking a bit lost and confused. “You okay?”
Noah shrugged. “Not sure.”
“It was the whole comparing muscles thing, wasn’t it? We shouldn’t have done that.” Ethan was joking, and it took a second or two, but then Noah realized that. When Noah chuckled, Ethan smiled. “This is a bit weird for me, too, if that helps at all.”
“A bit weird? Have you done this before? I mean had sex with a woman while two other guys joined in.”
He shook his head. “Never. I’ve topped a sub with other Doms, but there was no penetration.”
Noah narrowed his eyes slightly. “So why do you not label yourself a Dom?”
“Because I don’t feel the urge to live the lifestyle twenty-four seven like most Doms I know do.” He shrugged. “I’ve been given the label of a top, not a Dom. I didn’t choose it.”
“Ah, forgive me if I’m out of line here, but it was my understanding that no one can make that distinction for you. Only you get to decide whether or not you’re a Dom, don’t you?”
Ethan grinned. “Go online sometime and start reading message boards on that very subject. You’ll walk away more confused than enlightened. Technically, yes. I can call myself anything I like. But I don’t go to clubs or munches, and I no longer participate in groups online. Too much posturing and drama for my taste. I had enough of that shit in medical school.”
Noah laughed. “I can only imagine.”
“So now, instead of puffing out my chest and declaring I’m a Dom, I find it easier and less intimidating to simply explain I like to top during play.”
He nod
ded. “Well, again, I don’t know shit, but I’m guessing Savannah might think of you as a Dominant now.”
“That she likely will.”
“So does that mean she’s now your sub?”
“I’d never ask her to be anything she wasn’t comfortable with. It will be up to her whether or not she wants to take on that label one day. Only she can decide if she’s submissive, or merely likes to be the bottom in play.”
Noah still looked a bit uncertain, but Ethan let it go. Noah was a direct person. He’d ask the questions when the time was right for him to do so. Ethan had taken enough flak online for his views as it was. The last thing he wanted to do was create drama within their group of four. This was tenuous as it was right now, and he didn’t want to be the one to fuck it up.
Ethan walked into the kitchen and Noah followed. “You hungry?” he asked.
Noah stretched his arms overhead. “Like a bear waking up from hibernation.”
Ethan chuckled then opened the fridge. “I’ll make us each a couple of sandwiches. Does Savannah like turkey and cheese?”
“Not sure. I know she doesn’t eat much, though. You probably noticed that Friday.”
There was something about Noah’s tone of voice that prompted Ethan to turn around. “Are you upset that I went out with her, Noah?”
“No.” His response was too quick.
Ethan faced the fridge and began taking out food. “You and Jimmie both have a right to be. You were going out with her already and I knew that.”
“So why did you ask her out, then?”
Ethan bit back a smile. “Because I like her. She intrigues me. Why did you ask her out? She was already dating Jimmie again when you did.”
He didn’t answer, but Ethan hadn’t really expected him to. He placed the mustard, mayo, tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, and sliced turkey on the counter.
“Can I help?” asked Noah.
“Sure. Bread’s in the pantry.”
Noah handed him a loaf of bread, and Ethan began to make the sandwiches, his back to Noah.
“I asked her out because she’s hot, okay?” Noah sounded both apologetic and exasperated.
“Okay.”
“Well, she is. Hot, I mean.”
“Very.”
“But that’s not the only reason I asked her out.”
Ethan pulled a platter out of the cupboard and placed each sandwich on it as he finished them. “What are the other reasons?”
“Like you said. She’s intriguing. She’s kind to everyone, and she’s a lot of fun. Always smiling and happy.”
“Yes, she is. I like that about her, too.”
He picked up the platter of sandwiches then nodded toward the fridge. “I have water upstairs, but would you mind grabbing the liter bottle of Coke in there, in case anyone wants that, too?”
Noah did, and then followed Ethan up the stairs. “So what do we do now?”
“That’s up to Savannah,” said Ethan.
“I mean what if she wants to keep doing this? To be with all of us?”
“What if she does?”
“You’re okay with that?”
“I’m okay with whatever makes her happy.”
“It seriously doesn’t bother you to share her with two other guys?”
They reached the bedroom and Ethan placed the platter on top of the dresser. “No, not really. Like I told you and Jimmie when we talked earlier, I’ve had fantasies like this for a long time. I don’t know why I have them and I’ve stopped trying to come up with a theory. I want to keep seeing her, even if you and Jimmie decide you can’t handle this, but I hope you give it a fair shot. I really do. I like you two, and it’s obvious she does, too.”
They both watched her sleeping for a few seconds. “It’s not conventional,” said Noah.
“No, it’s not. But who said conventional is the best choice for everyone?”
* * * *
Savannah sat cross-legged on the bed with a pillow in her lap, eating her sandwich. “This is good. Thank you for making them.”
Ethan grinned. “You’re welcome, although they’re a far cry from the food at Stock Yard.”
“Well, we can’t have that every day. I like this. All of us together like this, I mean.”
“So do I.”
She remembered what he’d said at dinner Friday, and realized it hadn’t been a joke. He really hadn’t minded watching Noah and Jimmie spank her or make love to her. In fact, it had turned him on. But what did Jimmie and Noah think of this?
“So, what do you all want to do the rest of the day?” she asked. “Or, are you kicking me out of here?”
“Are you out of your mind?” asked Noah. “We’re not done with you. Not even close.”
Ethan grinned in Noah’s direction like he was proud of him, but poor Jimmie looked conflicted. Savannah put down her sandwich. “Are you okay? What can we do?”
“Change my birth parents?”
“Oh Jimmie…” She didn’t know what to say.
“They’re not here right now,” said Ethan, quietly.
“I know that. And just so you know, my mother is dead. She passed when I was fifteen.”
Ethan looked like someone had punched him in the gut. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“You couldn’t have.” He cut his gaze toward Savannah for a second. “I’m sure it didn’t come up in conversation yet.”
“It didn’t,” she said. Jimmie was descending into the black hole again, and she was desperate to pull him away from it. “What’s going on with your father? Did something else happen?”
He held up his cell phone then handed it to her. “I found this when you went to use the bathroom after Noah and Ethan woke us up.”
She stared at the text message from Pastor Bobby James to his son, complete with a picture that lord-knows-who had snapped. They had caught her, Jimmie, Noah, and Ethan coming out of the theater in Murfreesboro. Jimmie had his arm over her shoulder, she was holding Noah’s hand on the other side, and Ethan had leaned over to whisper something in her ear. She was smiling, and it sure as shit looked like she’d just been fucking all three men, or at least was thinking about doing it.
“Who took this?”
Noah and Ethan crowded close to look at the text and accompanying picture.
“I don’t know. He doesn’t say. Read the text.” Jimmie sounded utterly defeated, and she hated that for him.
She read the text, even though she already knew it wouldn’t be pretty or kind.
I know who this Jezebel is. You’re turning toward sin again, Jimmie. I thought it would help when you came back home but I can see you haven’t changed. I’m so disappointed.
Savannah took several deep breaths, pushing back the tears that threatened. She didn’t want to cry in front of them. Her parents had once told her that Bobby James was the most un-Christian-like pastor they’d ever known. They both had actually started attending the Lost Bridge Road Church of Christ when she was in grade school, even though they’d been raised as die-hard Baptists, because they couldn’t stand Jimmie’s father.
But this…this was completely uncalled for. It was one thing to scare the hell out of your congregation twice a week. It was quite another to attack your own son and the woman he was going out with for no reason other than you happened not to believe in sex outside of marriage.
She handed Jimmie back his phone and slid off the bed, wiping her eyes as she went. That text had just ruined the best day of her life. And it had pretty much guaranteed Jimmie would not be repeating this, with or without Noah and Ethan around.
She used the same guest bathroom upstairs she had earlier, rather than Ethan’s master bath. She needed to be alone for a spell and get this out of her system before facing them again. She wasn’t a Jezebel. She wasn’t. Wanting to have sex didn’t make her a horrible person. Enjoying a fun romp in bed on a Tuesday afternoon with three men she happened to like a lot—love even, at least in Jimmie’s case—didn’t make her a slut.
/> She liked to have fun. That wasn’t wrong. And what had happened this afternoon with Ethan, Noah, and Jimmie wasn’t wrong, either. No one could convince her that it was. Never. She’d take that conviction to her grave.
Savannah heard their voices in the hallway, and then a soft knock on the door. “Are you okay?” asked Ethan.
“Yes. I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Sweetheart. She didn’t deserve that title. Not from any of them. She couldn’t even commit to one man. She’d never been able to. But that wasn’t because she’d played them or wanted to hurt them. Commitment was a scary thing. It was permanent. Forever. Until you died. And that freaked her out.
Not because her parents had a terrible marriage, like Noah’s. Or because one of them had died when she was a teen from a questionable home accident, like Jimmie had endured and was still dealing with. It freaked her out because nothing lasted forever. Her nursing career had taught her that.
One minute you were fine, and the next a car came out of nowhere, t-boned you, and you were a vegetable, clinging to life from a series of tubes and machines. She’d taken care of so many people who died without rhyme or reason that she had decided a long time ago to live her life to the fullest, each and every day. Because every one of those days was a precious gift, and she wanted to cram as much as she could into each one. It could end in a snap. And she wanted no regrets, even if she lived to be ninety.
Her Aunt Ruthie had beaten cancer three times, and she never worried what others thought of her. She lived her life and was happy. She didn’t hurt anyone, and she always had smile for everyone. That’s who Savannah looked up to. She always had. And if that made her a Jezebel, then she simply didn’t know what the hell she was on this planet for.
Chapter Nine
