by Nina West
Oh my God. This is really happening.
“You still good?” Ronan whispers against my mouth.
In some sick, depraved way, my heart swells for his concern for my comfort in all this. “Yeah.” In some other sick, depraved way, having him expose me like this stirs my blood.
“Good.” He smiles against my lips, continuing to kiss me deeply and touch my breasts so possessively, until I find soft pants escaping me against his mouth.
And then his hand begins sliding downward.
I suck in a gasp as his fingers skate along my abdomen to my workpants. They rest on the button, his thumb toying with it. He breaks free from my mouth—my lips now swollen from all the attention—just enough to look into my eyes, to show me the lust he has for me.
And then he flicks the button open and unfastens the zipper. I hold my breath as his fingers slide down and under my panties. He hooks a finger and pushes into me.
I can’t believe I’m letting Ronan finger me in front of Connor.
And I’m not telling him to stop.
Am I going to hell for this?
In and out, in a slow, repetitive flow, Ronan pushes his finger, his breathing growing more rapid against my mouth. I grow more and more wet, until the sound of it fills the truck’s interior. I’ll have to change my panties when I get back.
“Do you want to come?” Ronan asks against my mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper, because I’m already almost there. A few more minutes of this and my moans will fill this truck. I’ve all but forgotten that we have a spectator at this point. Connor hasn’t uttered a single word since he first saw my breasts.
“Okay. But we need to make it easier.”
We?
A second set of hands settles on the top of my pants to grip and slowly pull them down over my hips, down my hips, to my knees. Past my knees.
Connor pulls my legs up onto the truck bench, bending them until my boots tuck against his thigh.
Ronan’s hand slides out of me to guide my thighs part.
I try to swallow my nerves.
“Look at him. He wants this. Badly.”
Steeling myself, I finally shift my gaze to where Connor sits, taking my body in with hooded eyes, his chest heaving up and down with rapid breaths.
Ronan holds his finger—the one he had inside me—to my lips. “Suck.”
I comply, opening my mouth and tasting myself on him as he pushes his finger in deep. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he pulls it out and begins lazily stroking my nipple.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Abbi,” Connor murmurs, shifting in his seat to face me, his hands slowly running up the insides of my thighs, rubbing them as he goes, and pushing them even farther apart. His eyes are locked on mine, as if weighing my reaction.
Part of me wants to tell him to stop, to pull my pants up and end this madness. That’s just my conscience, my “what would people say if they knew?” angel on my shoulder.
But body is humming with anticipation.
When Connor’s hands have reached the apex of my thighs, his thumbs resting on either side of my swollen lips, and I haven’t told him to stop, a strange look comes over his face. I can’t explain it. It’s a mix of shock, and happiness, and adoration.
Connor slides two fingers into me.
“She’s nice and wet,” Ronan murmurs, watching his friend finger me without a hint of jealousy or possessiveness, his focus on my breasts.
Connor’s thumb lands on my clit and he begins rubbing that too. The feel of that, along with Ronan’s fingers on my nipple, is almost too much. My muscles spasm.
Connor chuckles. “Don’t you dare. Not yet.” Leaning forward, he covers my mound with his mouth.
I gasp and then moan, looking up at Ronan as Connor sucks on my clit and blood floods toward my pelvis.
Ronan smiles—an “I told you” smile—and then leans forward to kiss me again.
This is too much. Ronan’s mouth on mine, his hands on my breasts, Connor’s tongue between my legs. It’s enough to drive someone insane.
Thirty seconds later, I’m bucking against Connor’s face, moaning and crying out as I ride a wave like I’ve never ridden before, all my inhibitions dissolved.
Connor sits up, letting his head fall back with a groan, his lips glossy from me coming on them. He unzips his pants. I don’t even have to look to know he’s hard. I’m sure Ronan is, too.
“He’d love it if you could help him out,” Ronan murmurs, adding a soft, “but only if you want to.”
I sit up and take Connor in for a long moment, stroking himself, his gaze still locked on me, still half-undressed, though my shirt has fallen down. I like Connor, I’m attracted to him just as I am Ronan, and after what he just did for me, I definitely feel like I owe him one.
Plus, I’m just curious about what it would be like to be with him.
So I reach forward to wrap my hand around his erection, reveling in the warm, smooth skin and hardness of it against my palm.
He lets go and allows me take over, lifting his hips off his seat to push his pants down, just enough to uncover himself fully and give me a good look. He’s about the same size as Ronan, only thicker.
“Abbi....” He groans.
“Yeah?” I tease softly.
He reaches up first to graze my cheek with this knuckles affectionately, and then to hook his hand around the back of my head. He gently begins pulling my head down toward his lap.
I haven’t done this since Henry.
Pushing that thought aside, I adjust myself onto my knees and lean forward, wrapping my lips around his tip first, before pushing down, filling my mouth with Connor. He gently thrusts his hips upward.
While I’m busy sucking off Connor, Ronan starts fussing with my boots, untying them and yanking them off my feet. My pants and panties come off next, until I’m in nothing but a t-shirt. Connor quickly slides that over my head, forcing me to break for a moment so he can pull it off.
And now I’m completely naked in the maintenance truck with Ronan and Connor. The rain is still coming down in sheets, but we’ve fogged up the glass with our hot breath anyway.
“So fucking perfect. She’s unreal,” Connor murmurs with adoration. Behind me, I hear the rustle of clothes—Ronan unfastening his belt and then his pants—followed by the crinkle of a wrapper.
And then I feel him shifting at my back, adjusting my hips, tugging my left leg off the bench so I’m on one knee and my hips are apart. Thank God for the wide benches in this truck or there’s no way we’d be able to do this in here.
He lines his cock up against my opening and I pull away from Connor just in time to cry out as Ronan thrusts into me. How am I supposed to do this for Connor while Ronan’s behind me doing that?
“You can do it, Abbi,” Connor says as if reading my mind, pulling my head back down. This time I take all of him in, trying to focus on him and not on the swollen cock that’s deep inside the other end of me. “Drag your teeth a little. I like that.”
I do as asked and he groans.
We fall into a rhythm, of Ronan pushing into me and me taking Connor into my mouth, moving in the same direction to avoid bumps. Connor’s hands are gripping my head and Ronan’s hands are gripping my hips and I don’t really know where to focus because if I think too much about what I’m doing—with two guys—it’s all overwhelming, and I’m terrified that I’ll be riddled with guilt once the physical high is over.
So I don’t let myself think. I let myself feel.
Connor begins thrusting his hips into my mouth. “Yeah, that’s it. Take it all in. Damn.” He chuckles through his moans. “You don’t gag, do you?”
As if to prove a point, I take him in even deeper, all of him, spurring him on, his hips thrusting harder and faster, his fingers weaving tight through my hair, all while Ronan keeps thrusting from behind.
A cry tears out of Connor’s lips as hot, salty liquid spurts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat in streams.<
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No sooner have I swallowed the last drop than Ronan pulls out and sits back, yanking on my hips to force me back onto him. “Straddle me,” he demands, helping me get my knee over his thighs. Sliding his hand in between us, he lines himself up against my opening. Grabbing my hips on either side, he pulls me down hard onto his cock.
I’ve never done it like this before, but he guides me with his hips and his hands until I’m moving in sync with him. Connor sits with his pants still pushed down, his eyes glued to my breasts as they bounce up and down. Watching me fuck his friend.
Ronan’s eyes are affixed to mine though, searing into me as I ride him, feeling heaviness grow in my belly once again. With a hand between my breasts, he pushes me back until I’m leaning against the dashboard, my thigh muscles straining as they stretch.
“Can you touch yourself for me?” Connor asks. I look over to see that he’s stroking his fully erect cock, ready to go again.
These two will be the death of me.
I’m far beyond feeling an ounce of self-consciousness by this point. I reach down and run my finger over myself, slick and sore but ready to feel ecstasy again.
“Fuck. If we weren’t in this truck....” Connor murmurs, his hand gliding over himself faster, his grip firmer.
“The things we’re going to do to you,” Ronan whispers between pants, his chest heaving as much as mine. He’s not far from coming now.
Like what? What could they possibly do that they haven’t already done?
Ronan pulls me back up and tight to him, his strong arms curling around my body, burrowing his face in my neck, as we grind against each other. “You can’t figure it out, can you?”
I’m embarrassed to admit it but, “No.”
I think he’s going to explain but his arms tighten and his hips speed up and suddenly Ronan’s cock is pulsing as he explodes.
Next to me, Connor comes again too, this time into his palm.
And then, so suddenly, all is silent. The rain has stopped, and all I can hear is the three of us panting heavily in the car, my chest heaving against Ronan’s. I didn’t come but I’m strangely okay with it.
“Look at the three of us,” Ronan murmurs.
I do. I take a good look at all of us. Me, naked and coated with a slick sheen of sweat, straddling Ronan’s lap as he lies back with his eyes closed, and Connor with his dick in his cum-filled hand.
I start to laugh. “What just happened?”
Connor’s deep bellow follows, and even Ronan’s chuckling. “We’re both yours, Abbi. That’s what happened.”
A tiny thrill jumps inside my chest. “What does that even mean?”
“It means we’re yours.” Ronan leans in to graze my nibble. “Did you enjoy that?”
Is there something wrong with me if I say yes?
I hesitate, then nod.
“Good.”
I reach for my t-shirt, feeling very exposed now that the moment is over, but Connor manages to grab it and pull it out of my reach. He smiles sluggishly. “Do you think I could get in there tonight? It is my birthday, and all.”
There’s that little voice screaming in the back of my head. It’s saying this is too much, I’ve gone too far. That I’m sinning.
I shove it aside, because that little voice is tainted with Mama’s close-mindedness and Reverend Enderbey’s constant preaching, and I’m not so sure we share the same beliefs anymore.
“Hey? What do you think?” Ronan’s hands slide over my back, his fingers trailing all the way down along my crack until he’s prodding my tight hole again. “How about both of us at once.”
When I realize what he’s suggesting, my mouth drops open in shock.
They both start laughing.
Even though I know they’re not kidding.
~ ~ ~
“Damn, look at that storm rolling in! We should probably pull over again.” Connor slows the truck, peering up at the blue skies above.
“Keep driving!” I giggle, smacking his arm.
He grins and gives the truck some gas to get it going again. On the other side of me, Ronan rests his head against the headrest, eyes closed, smiling.
Things have been oddly normal—but better—between us since Connor’s birthday a few days ago. We haven’t so much as kissed since. They’ve been more than willing but they also haven’t pushed it, somehow seeing that I need time to digest this new “relationship” between us.
A relationship that I’m finding myself craving more and more with each day that passes. The way they make me feel.... I can’t describe it. It feels somehow right. I like being this close to them. I like the deep physical connection the three of us share.
But the last thing I want to happen is for anyone to figure it out. It’s one thing for people to call them my “fuck boys,” it’s entirely different for them to know it’s true. They might try to make me feel bad for what I want.
And right now, I want both Connor and Ronan. I want to see where they might want to go with this.
“Is there anywhere private for us? Maybe tonight?” I ask tentatively, staring ahead at the road, feeling both sets of eyes land on me.
No one says anything for a long moment, and then Ronan offers, “We might be able to catch the last ferry into Homer. We could rent a room.”
I meet his gaze. “That’d be good.”
His eyes flicker over my features, excitement dancing in them. “It’d be really good.”
Connor throws an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his body to lay a kiss on my forehead. “You realize I’m going to be working with a raging hard-on all afternoon, now?”
“When aren’t you?” I mumble, earning both their laughs.
We pull through the gates and park the truck along the service laneway. “Darryl said to check in with him before we head for lunch break.” Connor hops out.
I slide out behind him. Ronan follows closely from his side, and the three of us stroll onto the main grounds.
“I didn’t think it’d ever get this hot here.” Despite my red hair and tendency to burn, I’ve somehow developed a rather unsightly golden farmers’ tan. I don’t know how to get rid of it, short of lying at the staff beach. “It’s almost warm enough for a bikini.”
“That’s a visual I need right now, red.” Ronan reaches up to cup the back of my neck, rubbing it affectionately for just a few seconds before pulling away.
I love it when they do that.
I look up to absorb the sunlight against my face. “I just mean that it’s so nice. I’m so happy I get to work outside all day and enjoy this instead of being stuck inside.”
When I drop my gaze, I find myself staring into familiar steely blue eyes.
Chapter Twenty-Three
My feet falter at the sight of Henry, looking larger than life as he leans against a service truck, powerful arms folded over his chest. He holds my gaze for three long seconds before shifting back to focus on Darryl. They’re talking, and laughing. It’s all very casual.
Meanwhile I may be moments away from passing out. My chest actually hurts, it’s tightened so fast.
I hear a soft “Fuck” from Ronan beside me.
The only one who’s clueless is Connor, who slows and looks back at us when he realizes we’re not beside him anymore. “You guys coming?”
“Yeah.” I finally croak, forcing myself forward, my work boots suddenly ten times heavier. My heart is racing by the time we’re in front of Darryl.
And Henry.
“Hey, we’ve got another load in. We’ll stack it after break, if that works for you?” Connor has absolutely no idea that my world is falling apart.
I was doing so well, too. I’d compartmentalized all of my feelings—good and bad, mostly bad—into a little box and stuffed it into the recesses of my mind. I’d started to move on, letting myself enjoy life. Enjoy other guys.
And none of that matters anymore.
“Yeah, go on,” Darryl mutters, just as clueless.
Connor nods
, then shifts his focus to Henry, turning on a more respectful persona. “Good to see you around again, Mr. Wolf.”
Henry eases off the truck and offers a hand. “Connor, right?”
A slight frown flickers across Connor’s face. “Yeah, right.” I know what he’s thinking: how does Mr. Wolf know my name? But I’m not surprised. Henry knew every one of my roommates’ names.
“And Ronan.” Henry’s jaw tenses as he offers Ronan his hand.
Finally, his eyes settle on me again.
And I feel the weight of my pain as surely as if it just happened. All this time... everything that’s happened between Ronan, Connor, and me... none of it matters. My heart hasn’t been able to dismiss and move on.
My heart is stupid.
He’s evil, I remind myself. I can wish that he’s different, but he never will be.
“Miss Mitchell.”
I clear my voice. “Mr. Wolf.”
“How is the Outdoor crew treating you? Is it everything you wanted?”
“It’s been great. Everyone treats me well.”
“I’m sure they do.” There’s a sharp edge to his tone, compounded by a lightning quick gaze to either side of me. To Darryl, he promises, “I’ll have the truck back by four.”
Darryl snorts. “It’s your truck. Keep it as long as you want. You need help out there? I can send these guys out.”
Henry lifts an ax that I didn’t notice resting against the tire into the back of the truck. “Maybe. I’ll see how I feel.”
“Right. Well, radio in if you do.”
I can’t help but stare at his form—clad in a simple black long-sleeved shirt and cargo pants—as he climbs into the truck. He somehow looks better than he did before.
Henry’s back. Who knows for how long. And it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change what he did.
But Henry’s back.
“Abbi!” Connor’s voice snaps my attention back. “Where’d you go to?”
I feel Ronan’s gaze on me. When I meet his eyes, he simply nods to himself, sad realization filling his features. “We’ve lost her.”
~ ~ ~
Voices buzz around me but I easily tune them out.
Because Henry is here and everything has changed. For better or worse, I can’t stop thinking about him, as much as I want to.
