by Heather Long
“And I’m totally nominating you,” Archie announced, and I glared at him.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Anything I want, remember?” The look in his eyes, a cross between evil delight and playful tease, had me groaning.
“I love this idea,” Coop said with a laugh. “I bet we could drum up the votes, no problem.”
“Oh, you want votes?” Jake asked, phone in hand. “On it.”
I covered my face with my hands.
“Tell Rachel,” Ian said. “You know she’ll help.”
“I hate you all,” I mumbled, and Archie tugged my hands from my face and grinned at me.
“No you don’t.”
No, I really didn’t.
By the end of the day, fifteen people told me they’d nominated me for prom queen. Kill me.
After school, Archie kissed me soundly before dropping me off at the apartment and leaving with Jake again. “If I hear anything, you’re my first call.”
It had been twenty-four hours, not that I was watching the clock.
“Ditto.”
“Okay, tell me you’re not really annoyed with us for the prom queen thing,” Coop ordered me when we got to the studio. The walk in, he’d been radiating curiosity as he checked out everything.
“Not annoyed,” I admitted. “Not really. But do you have any idea how embarrassing it’s going to be when I have to go up there?”
“Not embarrassing at all,” Ian promised as he unlocked the door to the studio we used. I have to admit, my gaze went straight to the piano bench with a little shiver. “You’re going to be stunning. Everyone is going to look and see how beautiful you are, and they’ll do the speech thing and the crowning thing, and then you’re back with us and dancing.”
“Don’t I have to dance with the prom king?” Wasn’t that a thing?
“Only if it’s one of us,” Coop announced as he set my guitar case down. “Trust me, no one is going to push Jake at the dance itself, no matter who prom king. Besides, who knows? You could nominate all of us for prom king, then you’d be a queen with your court.”
The wicked chuckle that escaped Ian gave me pause. “There is the one benefit to being out at school. Everyone knows better now.”
Okay, I couldn’t argue with that, even if my face was hot. Thankfully, they let me off the hook, and Ian pulled out the music sheets while I unpacked my guitar. I loved these lessons. I loved that Coop was here with us. I loved even more that Ian had invited him.
“Did you grab what I asked for?” he said to Coop while I studied the lyric sheets. I couldn’t read music as easily as he did. To be fair, I couldn’t really read it at all. I kind of still had to do the number game in my head. But he wrote the little notations next to each bar I had to play so I could find the right fingering.
“Yep. You want to do that now?” I wasn’t sure if Coop meant to sound scandalized or teasing, but he managed both, even as he glanced at me with a grin. Oh, boy. What had these two decided to do?
Honestly, the excitement tingling through me had me agreeing without even knowing, and they hadn’t asked yet.
“Depends,” Ian mused, then glanced at me. “You up for a little play tonight, Angel? Or do you just want to work on the music and relax?”
“Can’t we do both?” Because, um, yes please?
The smile in his eyes seemed to grow as Ian studied me. “We can, but this might be a little tougher on you tonight.”
Like that was a deterrent. The last few days had been hell, except when I was with them. I touched my tongue to my teeth and glanced at Coop, who stared at us with an unreadable expression, except for the hint of curiosity in his eyes, and back to Ian. His expression was all infinite patience. He wanted to know what I needed.
Guitar in hand, I dropped to my knees and glanced up at him. “Whatever you want to do, sir.”
“Fuck,” Coop said almost under his breath, but he didn’t add anything and I didn’t take my gaze off of Ian to check on him.
“All right. Put the guitar down and come here, Angel.”
Excitement shivered through me as I did as I was told, and that was how I found myself stretched over Ian’s lap with my pants around my ankles as they loosened my ass with their fingers. When they had two each stretching me, tears sparked in my eyes, even as my pussy grew hot, slick, and needy. It ached beautifully, and then the pressure eased off and Coop moved around to kneel in front of me.
“You okay?” The soft question made me smile, even as a couple of tears escaped, and I nodded.
“Words, Angel,” Ian scolded, and the warm hand he had spread over one curve of my ass delivered a sharp slap that was more noise than sting. But it grounded me. How the ache could feel so good, I couldn’t explain, but being right on the cusp of pain had me panting for more.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Very okay… It feels…like too much and not enough.”
“Good,” he said softly and rubbed the spot he’d slapped gently. “Go ahead and kiss her, Coop. You’ve waited long enough.”
Coop needed no further encouragement. He gripped my face in one hand and then kissed me with such soul-searing sweetness, I almost sobbed all over again. The moment was a perfect counterpoint to the sudden pressure as Ian removed his fingers and replaced them with a well-lubed plug that stretched me nearly as much as their fingers had. Fuck, I was so full that I rolled my hips and groaned. The soft, sharp slap had me holding still, ass clenching, until Ian soothed me with a gentle murmur, and I relaxed to let him finish pushing it in.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my ass in slow circles. “Such a good girl for us. Need another kiss from Coop?”
I laughed between my tears, because yes, it stung, and oh God, I was so full and stretched and aching and needy, but also…”Yes please?”
Not even waiting, Coop claimed my mouth again with a slow tongue-stroking, nipping kiss that promised to consume me, and I didn’t even care how exposed I was over Ian’s lap or the thickness of Ian’s very interested dick pressing at my belly. Ian kept rubbing slow circles against my ass as Coop lingered in the kiss, and I hung on for every single moment.
After, they helped me sit up and, much to my disappointment, pulled up my pants. The plug wasn’t terrible, but it also wasn’t the most comfortable thing. Ian and Coop took turns going to wash their hands before they settled back in and handed me back my guitar.
I wanted to ask, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure I was supposed to.
And the look on Ian’s face told me he knew it and was just waiting to see what I’d push. I could do this. I’d said whatever he wanted, and if this was what he wanted, I’d do it. The pleased grin that graced his lips as I sat gingerly, intimately aware of that plug and the soaked state of my panties, tickled me. The weight of his attention flooded me when I braced the guitar against my knee.
Keeping my focus on Ian, I waited, though Coop’s warm gaze shivered over me from where he’d taken a seat against the wall. They were both focused on me and it had everything inside me clenching at the same time.
“Good girls get rewards, Angel,” Ian told me, and I grinned.
“Being bad does have its perks too.”
He laughed. “You can absolutely do that if you want, but I think you’ll like this reward.”
“Okay,” I agreed, then dabbed at my eyes ’cause they were still damp. I wasn’t entirely sure why this worked so well for me, but even with all the tension and the needy state they’d left me in, I felt better.
“That was easy,” Coop said quietly.
“Frankie’s a good girl,” Ian said, more to him than to me.
Pleasure suffused me, but Ian didn’t leave me long to bask in it because he nodded to the music and we started practicing.
I thought it would be impossible to focus, but all of my normal nerves when we started working on a new piece of music vanished. I was a lot huskier when I sang the new lyrics, but even the chords came easier. Ian switched over to sit behind me at one point an
d then adjusted my hands. With his over mine, we played through it again, just my parts, but we sang the whole thing and it sounded amazing.
More, it felt amazing. As the last notes faded away, I let out a little sigh and Ian nuzzled a kiss behind my ear. “Perfect.”
“Yeah?” I glanced back at him, delighted at the note of pride in his voice.
“Oh yeah, Angel. That was perfect. I want to record it just like that. You up for it?”
I was up for anything, and when I kissed the corner of his mouth, he slid his hand up to my throat and tilted my head a little more so he could take control of the kiss. I swore my whole body sighed at the feel of his lips on mine and the way his thumb tilted my chin to give him greater access.
The pressure made me dizzy, but the kiss just seemed to go on and on. I lost myself in the way his tongue stroked mine and how he’d ease back, only to change the angle and then plunge his tongue back inside. I swore my pussy clenched like his mouth was on me and his tongue thrusting into me. The moment my hips started to rock though, Ian bit my lower lip and dragged his teeth over it with a hint of warning sting that brought me right back to Earth.
Heat flooded my whole body, and soft whimpers filled the room. I didn’t even care that the hungry sound came from me.
“You can last a little longer for me, Angel? You can do that, right?” His voice had dropped into a deeper range. My nipples tightened at the dark promise kissing each word, and I nodded. “That’s my sweet angel.” Another kiss, and he pressed a last one to my temple before he stood and moved back to his own guitar.
A shudder rippled over me, and I shivered as I tried to find an easier way to sit that didn’t have pressure increasing or my panties so damn wet I worried about soaking through my pants. Who knew that would be a problem?
I found Coop staring at me, all flushed, eyes dilated and nostrils flared. I hadn’t forgotten he was here, if anything, I think it just made me hotter knowing he was watching and that Ian was letting him be a part of this.
Craving these connections, all of them, was like a living, breathing thing inside of me. “You ready for us to record?” Wow, I didn’t even sound like me. I swore need drenched every syllable.
“Oh yeah,” Coop said as he leaned forward. “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?”
“I know you are, but what am I?” The tease just flew effortlessly, and Ian let out a real chuckle as Coop grinned.
The actual recording took another hour before Ian was happy with it. Minor adjustments and exacting requests demanded every ounce of my attention. I swore my voice got throatier with every note, but when we played back the last bit, he wore the most satisfied expression.
“Give your guitar to Coop, Angel. Time for your reward.”
Oh hell.
In no time at all, I was naked and kneeling in front of the piano bench. He stretched me over it, and the cool wood against my flushed skin was almost too much, but any time I squirmed, I earned a sharp slap and he slowed down even further.
The torture was real. When a blindfold wrapped around my eyes, I let out another full body shudder as Ian’s words came back to me about not letting me know who was doing what. Only after that was secure did he lift me and urge me to lie with my back on the bench. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but it left my legs open at one end and my head tilted slightly off the other. Something soft was bunched up behind my neck to keep the edge of the bench from pinching in.
The softest of ties went around my wrists, then my arms were bound behind me but under the bench, and it forced my back into this curve. They didn’t say anything, not one word as they moved around me, and it was definitely both of them because one was tying and the other traced fingers over me in a touch so light, I swore I was going to go mad.
Warm hands spread my thighs wider, and I bit my lip as they rubbed up toward my pussy and then away without ever touching it. The last time the two of them had me like this, Coop had eaten me out until I was sobbing. The first brush of breath against my clit had me clenching in anticipation, and I gripped that plug even tighter. A groan broke free at the competing sensations.
Music started up, and it was us, our voices twining together in a sex-drenched and needy duet that washed over me and pulled at every emotion. I wasn’t ready for the mouth that closed over my nipple or the sudden push of a cock thrusting into me.
Oh. Fuck.
Every single inch filling me seemed to push me out of my body, and there was no patience to the motion after that first thrust. Ian, a part of my brain identified before his movements pushed away all other thoughts. The mouth on my breast nipped and sucked at my nipple like it was his favorite treat. Then he continued kissing his way up to my throat and back down again. Warm hands on my thighs pushed my legs higher, and then Ian was striking so deep, everything faded to just feeling.
The music.
Our voices.
The feel of him pulsing inside of me.
The first orgasm rattled through me and left me screaming—a cry that Coop swallowed into his hot mouth. When Ian pulled out without coming, I wanted to weep, but they didn’t give me any time as Coop moved, and then Coop pushed into me and I was clenching around him in desperation as Ian kissed me this time.
I swore they took me apart between them, and I couldn’t stop coming. Every orgasm seemed to trip into another, and when the music started again, I wanted to sob. The tap of a cock against my lips had me opening immediately to him, and they fucked me back and forth until the only thing left of me was the feel of them and the pleasure splitting me open. Ian thrust deep against my throat, and the pressure of Coop coming finally just sent me spiraling. The first jet of Ian’s release was almost as much a relief as it was a delight.
I did this to them. Or their playing with me did it to them.
I lost track of how many times we heard the song, but I would never forget it. I swore it was ingrained into my bones. Ian kissed me as he pulled the ties from my arms, and Coop rubbed his cheek against my thigh as he worked the plug free. Somewhere in there, I blacked out. Or maybe I had blacked out and came to and then blacked out again.
I roused, shaking like a leaf, all wrapped up in Ian’s lap with Coop pressed right up against me. Ian nuzzled my hair as Coop held my hand.
“Hey,” he whispered. “There she is.”
The light in the room seemed almost too bright, but I blinked past it as they kept me warm between them. I had no idea who brought a blanket, and I didn’t care. It was warm and kept the chills away.
“Talk to me, Angel,” Ian ordered. “You okay? You drifted away on us there.”
“I’m fine,” I said in a trembling voice. “I promise.” My cheeks were damp, and Ian tilted my face back until I looked up at him. He studied me for so long, I worried something might be wrong, but he nodded.
“Did you like both of us having you?”
“I loved it.”
He smiled, and my heart fisted at the open affection in his eyes. “Maybe next time, I’ll let you tie up Coop and you can figure out what kind of playing you like to do.”
Coop coughed, and we both looked over to find him staring at us with an actual blush on his face.
Laughter swelled through me. “Maybe,” I said. “If Coop wants.”
He coughed. “I’ll think about it,” he told me, and I grinned at the redness on his cheeks. I extended trembling fingers to touch him, and he smiled. “I’ll think about it, I promise. I kind of like getting to play with you, and I don’t want to push my luck.”
“Anything you want.” I really didn’t have to be in charge of this one. There was tons of time to play later. “But…truth?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Are you really okay with us doing this?”
He glanced from me to Ian, then back. “That’s not even a question. I’m down for however you guys let me play or not. Bubba is in charge.”
“Sir Ian,” I corrected, and he snorted.
“I’m n
ot calling him that.”
Against my back, Ian chuckled. “You will if she insists.”
“Bite me.”
“I’d rather bite Frankie.”
And then we were all laughing, and I snuggled back into Ian while clasping Coop’s hand. It took another hour to regain some normalcy, and it was late by the time I was cleaned up and dressed again. There was no escaping how well fucked I looked, because one glance in the studio bathroom revealed that, but I honestly didn’t care.
The drive back to the apartment was filled with gentle touches and soft laughter. The sight of Jake and Archie’s vehicles made me smile, and I would have skipped up the steps but my ass was just a bit sore.
Inside, Jake and Archie were both in the kitchen, and they turned as I walked in. Archie had his phone in his hands.
“I was just about to call you,” he said. “The results are in.”
Chapter Eight
Life is Weird
“Holy shit.” Rachel stared at me as she lowered the soda she’d been about to drink. “That’s fucked up.”
I shrugged and slumped back against her bed. A storm raged outside, and her whole house smelled like rich, spicy stew. A stack of laundry waited to be put away at the end of the bed, abandoned once I’d started telling her about the last week.
“Honey,” she said as she set the soda down and came to sit on the edge of the bed next to me. “Are you okay?”
I slanted a look at her and shrugged a second time. “Yes and no. He’s not my brother. I knew that and he knew that, and I didn’t care what his asshole of a father said…”
“But for five days…” Rachel grimaced. “Holy shit, that really is just all kinds of fucked up.”
“Yep,” I agreed with her. “But we got our own test done. Archie and I don’t share enough common alleles to be siblings. The report is pretty explicit, and Archie and Jeremy both trust the lab so…there’s that.” The depth of relief in Archie’s eyes had only been matched by the fury kindling within them when either of our parents were mentioned. “He’s going after his father now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry or determined.”
