by Marla Monroe
“What are we doing, man?” Roy asked.
His friend sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I got carried away.”
“Yeah, well as much as I can understand, we can’t afford to push her too fast, Aden.”
“I know. I’m going to walk around outside and check things out again. Clear my head some.” Aden turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Roy standing there among all of Cynthia’s discarded clothes.
He bent and picked up the lacy panties she’d been wearing, having to resist the urge to bury his face in them. That wouldn’t help his aching dick one iota. Instead, he slowly gathered her things and neatly folded them, leaving them on the chair next to the bed. Not entirely a true gentleman, Roy explored her dresser drawers to see what other sexy things she owned. He wasn’t disappointed in the least. Among the array of sexy colors of matching bra and panty outfits, there were camisoles in every color and conceivable style. Then he found her teddies.
“What are you doing?” Aden hissed as he walked back into the bedroom.
“Crap. How long have you been gone?” Roy asked, closing the drawer.
“Long enough for you to be snooping through her things, I see. About fifteen minutes.”
“We better check on her then.” Roy walked over to the bathroom and, after knocking on the door once, pushed it open.
“How are you doing?” Aden asked as he pushed past Roy to kneel by the side of the tub.
“Um, fine. I probably need to get out before I turn into a prune.” She looked from one of them to the other. “Could you maybe hand me a towel and then step out?”
“Sure,” Roy said. He opened the door to where he’d found the bath cloth earlier and pulled out a plush towel.
Aden stood up and took the towel from Roy before setting it on the side of the tub. He stood up and backed out of the room with Roy in tow. Roy pulled his arm out of Aden’s grip with a low growl.
“Stop pushing me around. You’re the one who started it.”
“I know, sorry. We’ve got to stay here with her. I don’t trust that she’s safe, but damn if I know how I’m going to keep my hands off of her.” Aden paced over to the door and back.
Before Roy could answer him, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia stepped out with the towel wrapped around her delicious body. It took all of Roy’s will power to concentrate on her face and hair. If he let his eyes dip down to where bare skin met the cloth, he had no doubt he’d never get them to move up again.
“Um, I need to get dressed, guys,” she said with lifted brows.
“Where are your gowns, and I’ll get you one,” Aden offered.
“I can pick out my own nightclothes, Aden. You two can go make yourselves comfortable in the other room.”
Roy didn’t wait around for the other man to follow him. He headed for the door before he lost his ability to think. Being in such close proximity to her very naked body was wreaking havoc with his thought processes.
He heard the door close behind him when he’d stepped into the hall. When he turned to look, Aden stood just on the other side with his forehead against the wood. It looked pathetic, but Roy totally understood his friend’s state.
“Come on, Aden. Let’s go make some coffee. I have a feeling we’ll need it.” Roy grabbed the other man’s shoulder and pulled him around.
“I’m in so much trouble, Roy. I can’t stop thinking about her, and the fact that she might be in danger has me crazy inside.”
“I know, man. We won’t let anything happen to her. Get your mind on tactical measures for keeping her safe. We’ve got to figure out how to keep things at the farm going and make sure she is safe at the same time.” Roy located the coffee and proceeded to set it up while Aden settled at the bar.
“Right. First thing will be to contact our friend over in Knoxville about security,” Aden said.
“If he thinks we can add the locks ourselves, I’ll go pick them up and come right back first thing in the morning. You can follow her to work then go on back to the farm. I’ll be back as soon as I finish the locks,” Roy suggested.
“Good plan. We can then follow her back home tomorrow night.” Aden nodded.
“Maybe we should think about dividing it up and only one of us stay at night so we don’t wear ourselves out trying to handle more than one place. We both stay tonight, but only one of us tomorrow night. Then we switch up until we figure out what is going on.”
Aden cocked his head and thought on it for a few seconds. Roy turned back to the coffee and pulled down two cups. When he’d poured them full, he turned back around, handed Aden his, and took a sip from his own.
“You’re probably right. Let’s see what happens tomorrow with Larry and setting up a security alarm before we make any more decisions.”
Roy started to agree when the sound of Cynthia’s bedroom door opening stopped him. A second later, she walked into the kitchen area wearing a housecoat that completely covered her from neck to ankle. When she sat down on the stool next to Aden, Roy wanted to groan in disappointment but held it back.
“Mmm, coffee. That sounds good,” she said.
“None for you, sweet thing. You need to get some sleep,” Aden said with the hint of a smile.
She pouted at him, the look doing nothing to quell his lusty feelings at the moment. In fact, if anything, the sight of her already plump lips made plumper with the pout had his lecherous thoughts focusing on what they would look like wrapped around his cock. He closed his eyes and tried to wipe the image from his mind. No go.
“A little coffee wouldn’t hurt me,” she said.
Roy handed her his cup. “One sip. That’s all you’re getting.”
She took a drink from his cup with a smile. Then, after handing it back, she grabbed Aden’s mug and did the same thing. When she finished and had handed it back to him, Cynthia grinned.
“I had to keep things equal, didn’t I? Can’t show favoritism or anything.” Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen back toward the bedrooms. “Make yourselves at home. There are extra linens in the hall closet for the couch.”
“That wench needs a firm hand,” Aden mumbled.
Roy smiled in agreement.
* * * *
Cynthia felt hands on her as she ran to get away. Why was it so far to her car? She’d been steps away when someone had grabbed at her as she’d locked the shop door behind her. She screamed, trying to fight at the hold they had on her. She had a box in one hand and couldn’t seem to let go of it to fight off her attacker.
Even as she screamed, she knew no one would come. She was alone, and whoever had her wouldn’t be letting go of her. She tried to hit at him with the hand holding the box but couldn’t move it. She felt as if she were being held down now. What was wrong with her?
“Stop fighting us, Cynthia. We aren’t going to hurt you.” That voice sounded familiar.
“Easy, baby girl. We’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Cynthia slowly opened her eyes, realizing that she’d been dreaming and that the hands holding her down now were very real. She blinked several times to clear the haziness that persisted.
“W–what’s going on?” she asked, her mouth dry and sticky.
“You were screaming bloody murder. Roy and I nearly killed each other trying to get to you,” Aden said, smiling down at her.
Both men slowly released the hold they’d had on her wrists. She started to sit up, but she remembered that she had on a short outfit that left little to the imagination. When she looked down at herself, she groaned. It was too late to prevent them from seeing anything. The covers were at the foot of the bed, and she’d nearly come out of the little spaghetti top that matched the shorts.
“It’s okay, Sweet Cyn.” Aden pulled the covers back up the bed, and both he and Roy covered her once again.
“I’m sorry I scared you like that. I don’t normally have bad dreams.”
“You’ve had some unusual things happen in the last few days,”
Roy reminded her.
“Go on back to sleep. We’re here, so you don’t need to worry about anything,” Aden added.
She settled back against the pillow and closed her eyes, but immediately the sights and sounds from her nightmare returned. She shot back up, grasping the covers at her chest.
“Don’t go. I’m scared.” Cynthia couldn’t believe she was scared to close her eyes like that.
As long as she’d been living alone, she’d never been afraid to be alone before. Not only did it make her mad, it frightened her that she would become some clingy girly-girl she’d vowed never to become.
“Shhh, Cynthia. We’ll stretch out on top of the covers so you won’t feel alone. Go on back to sleep, baby.” Roy’s soft voice soothed her as she relaxed.
“I’ve never been afraid before. I don’t want to feel this way,” she confessed.
“Don’t worry about it tonight, Cynthia. Just get some rest. Everything will seem different in the morning,” Aden told her.
She drifted off and on for several long minutes but couldn’t completely fall asleep. All she could think about was that she had both men in her bed with her, right where she wanted them. How could she sleep when they were within touching distance? It bounced around inside of her head until she finally she gave in with a deep sigh and opened her eyes again.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Roy asked.
“I can’t sleep with you both here like this,” she confessed.
They looked at each other. Finally, Aden shrugged and started to get off the bed.
“Wait! Where are you going?” she asked, panic eating at her.
“I was going to go to the other room so you could relax and get some sleep,” he said.
“That’s not what I meant.” She struggled with how to say what she needed to tell them without sounding slutty.
“What did you mean to say?” Roy asked when she didn’t immediately explain.
“I–I don’t want either of you to go. I want you to hold me,” she finally managed to get out.
“Cynthia, honey,” Aden began.
“Please, Aden. I don’t want to be alone.” She knew what she was asking them wasn’t fair. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t think she could stand being alone in the dark right then.
“Ah, hell, baby.” Roy rolled off the bed on the other side then slipped under the covers and pulled her back into his arms.
Aden stared down at them for a brief second before climbing back onto the bed but beneath the covers. He took her arm and rolled over, draping it across his waist where he clasped it with his hand. It was then that she realized that both men were mostly nude. They were wearing underwear, but that was all.
She felt the light sprinkling of hair from Roy’s chest at her back, along with a very aroused cock poking at her lower back. Aden’s warm back felt comforting against her chest, but she wondered at his reaction to the feel of her breasts pressed there. Did it bother him? Was he as aroused as Roy was? Cynthia wanted to find out but didn’t dare risk lowering her hand to check. Neither man moved or made a sound as she slowly adjusted to their touch. Once she’d relaxed all over, they seemed to allow themselves to relax as well.
When she closed her eyes now, she no longer felt the overwhelming fear or the tight grasp of hands clawing at her. Instead, she felt their hard, hot bodies pressed against her. Roy’s heated breath across her shoulder and the rise and fall of Aden’s chest as he inhaled and exhaled slowly reawakened the need she’d felt earlier when they’d undressed her.
Once again, her body was betraying her, aching for something she had no business wanting. Her pulse raced as their unique scents filled her with a longing that went beyond the moment. If she couldn’t handle the possibility of now, how could she ever expect to deal with the long term aspects of a ménage relationship? Hell, she didn’t even know what they were thinking. What if all they wanted was a little sheet dancing, and that was it?
Cynthia squirmed between them as her subconscious toyed with her while her body increased its demands for more, more skin to skin contact, more of the tiny bit of pleasure they’d shown her earlier.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Aden asked in a whisper.
She didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything. It was too embarrassing. They would think of her as a tease, and really, she wasn’t one. At least she’d never been one before. What was going on with her?
“Cynthia?” Roy’s voice behind her sent her blood boiling. Her nipples had long since grown diamond-point hard against Aden’s chest.
“I…” She trailed off, unable to go on.
“I think our girl is horny, Aden. I think she’s gotten herself all worked up and can’t be still now.” Roy’s words seemed to give her permission to accept what she wanted.
“Please, I need you. I need you both,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed tight against the reality of what she was asking.
Chapter Eleven
“Cynthia? Are you sure, baby girl?” Roy asked.
“Are you awake, Cyn?” Aden’s question almost seemed comical if it weren’t so real for her right then. It was a valid question.
“I’m awake.” She turned to look over her shoulder at where Roy had his head propped up on one arm. “I’m sure.”
“Honey, there’s no going back from this,” Aden told her.
Cynthia turned back to face Aden as he turned over. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that once we’ve both had you, we’re both going to want to keep you, sweet Cyn.” Aden cupped her cheek. “You’re too precious to both of us to let go of you as it is. Once we sink inside your sweet body, there’s no way either of us will ever be able to let you go.”
She jerked up. “Are you telling me to choose between you, because I can’t do that. I don’t want to choose.”
“No, baby. We’re telling you that there will be no choosing and no going back to just being friends,” Roy said from behind her. “This is it. We want to spend time with you and take you out.”
“Get to know you better. Find out what you like and what turns you on,” Aden added.
Cynthia felt as if all of her dreams had come true. They both wanted her, together, at the same time. They weren’t asking her to choose. It was what she’d wanted, right? Now that it was out there, just waiting for her to grab hold, Cynthia hesitated. Could she really go through with it? What about her shop? How would it affect her business?
“Cynthia?” Aden leaned in to look at her. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Why did it matter what others thought? Her business ran on tourism for the most part. Tourists wouldn’t care. In fact, they would be all the more curious if it were known, not that she would be shouting it to the rooftops or taking out an ad in the local newspaper or anything.
“I’m just nervous, I guess. I hadn’t really thought it through.”
“That’s why we want you to be sure, Cyn,” Aden explained.
“I want you both. That isn’t going to change. I don’t know how a relationship like this would work. I mean, have you ever been in this type of situation before?” she asked.
“No, but we want it to work, and I think that’s half the battle. All couples have problems throughout their lives. We’ll just have a little more to work with is all,” Roy said.
“All that matters is what we think and want from it. We have to agree on how we’ll work things through when something comes up. All relationships are work, Cynthia. The question is, are you willing to work with us?” Aden asked.
“I want to. I’m just scared that I won’t be able to keep you both happy. How do I keep up with both of you?”
“That’s not an issue, honey,” Aden told her. “It isn’t your job to keep us happy. It’s our job to keep you happy. You don’t have to keep score or anything. It will all work out. Roy and I will make sure we are okay between us. That isn’t something you have to worry about. Okay?”
Aden kissed her lightly on the lips then turned
her toward Roy. He lowered his head and ran his tongue lightly across her lips before brushing his against hers and pulling back with a smile.
“See. It’s not your responsibility to make everyone happy. Just give us a chance, baby. Just give us a chance.” Roy kissed her again.
Cynthia’s arms wrapped around his neck before she realized what she was doing. His sigh against her lips tightened the band they had around her heart. It felt good to know that they wanted her as much as she needed them.
Aden’s hands slipped beneath the satiny material of her top and slowly pushed it up her body until Roy had to break their kiss so Aden could slip it over her head. Before Roy was able to reestablish their kiss, Aden had her lying back so he could remove the boy shorts as well. Since she wasn’t wearing anything beneath them, it left her completely naked to them.
“Hell, look at how tight those nipples are, Roy.” Aden lowered his mouth to flick one with his tongue.
Roy only groaned before capturing the other one in his hot mouth. Cynthia nearly screamed at the pleasure of having his wet mouth around the tight bud. He flicked it with his tongue then sucked long and hard at the tip. Heat pooled in her cunt even as it seemed to blossom over her entire body.
Without thinking, she held Roy’s head to her breast with both hands. The constant draw of his mouth there sent out all sorts of signals around her body. She felt each pull of his mouth at her clit as if a direct line existed between them.
Aden had moved down the bed without her even noticing. Now she noticed as he pushed between her legs until his broad shoulders had her spread-eagle on the bed. His hot breath fanned against her mound as he seemed to just breathe her in. Her belly fluttered at the thought. They were going to drive her insane.
“Hell, you smell spicy and addicting. I haven’t even tasted you yet,” Aden said.
All Cynthia could do was moan and hold on to Roy’s head. The man’s mouth on her breast was draining every rational thought from her brain. Just having Aden between her legs had her questioning her sanity. When he applied his tongue to her pussy, she would dissolve into water. There was no way she could survive their combined attentions. Her body had already admitted defeat.
