Going Deep: Boys of Fall

by Cari Quinn

  He buried his face in her hair and laughed, his shoulders shaking. God, he lo—

  No. He didn’t. He couldn’t. He already loved one person he would never truly have. He’d be damned if he made it two.

  Before he could say something that would reveal the stampede of emotions inside him, he rolled away and grabbed hold of his own shaft. Colt would see to her.

  He didn’t have to ask his buddy to take over. Colt simply shifted between her legs and grasped her hips, pulling her up to her knees. Then he buried his face between her thighs.

  Drake couldn’t see what exactly he was doing, but it didn’t matter. He could hear it. Every wet noise her body made, every rough lash of his tongue, the harsh suction on her clit. The low growls in his throat, her needy moans. Each sound combined to push him closer to his own orgasm.

  He worked his own cock. He didn’t want to think tonight. All that mattered was that his girl was getting off beside him, and his own flesh was swelling bigger and thicker in his grip.

  “Beautiful.” Colt’s reverent tone made him glance at where she was so shiny and wet as Colt separated her ass cheeks with his thumbs. “Want a taste?”

  He did. So damn much. “Climb up on me, sweetheart.”

  When she lifted her head and gave him a dubious look, Colt simply scooped her up and helped position her on Drake’s chest. “You move me like I’m air,” she whispered, her eyes heavy with passion. “Both of you do.”

  “You’re perfect.” Colt adjusted her wrists and brushed a kiss over her mouth. “The sexiest woman we’ve ever seen.”

  She made a dismissive noise and Drake slid his hand up her belly and breasts until he could tip her chin back so she was gazing up at the mirror above them. She didn’t shy away from it, though he knew how hard it must be for her to maintain the visual contact.

  “Watch me eat your pussy,” he rasped, pulling her forward on his chest. He settled her over his mouth and slicked his tongue over her clit, absorbing her shudder before going back for more. He spared her a glance to make sure she hadn’t balked yet, but her lips were slightly parted as she studied herself in the overhead mirror. Her lids were low over her slumberous eyes, and she kept bucking her hips, urging him on. Every flick of his tongue over her drenched folds made her shiver. And watch the mirror.

  So far so good.

  He sucked hard on her clit and she cried out, tearing her gaze from the view of them above to his face. To where he’d opened his lips wide to love her thoroughly. He ate at her like she was his last meal, and she flexed her fingers, the knee next to his ear starting to jitter.

  “Almost there? Gonna flood my mouth?”

  She nodded, her head lolling back on her shoulders at his ramped up attentions. He added a finger, pumping it in quick strokes into her clenching pussy, loving the eager noises her body made.

  “Oh shit, I’m almost—almost—”

  “Look up.” Colt cupped his hand under her chin, holding her in place. “Watch how beautiful you are when we make you come. Don’t you ever forget it.”

  She cried out at the pinch of his fingers on her nipples, one then the other. At the same time, Drake licked and sucked her for all he was worth, using his finger to scrape that even more sensitive spot inside. She quaked, so wet that he could’ve easily fit three fingers inside.

  “Paige.” Drake’s raw voice snapped her back to attention, though she remained riveted on the mirror above. Colt’s hand clamped around her neck wasn’t the reason, though—Drake would’ve bet his life on it. “Give it to me. Everything. All of you.”

  A second finger joined the first and she went flying, contracting hard around his fingers. Soaking him down to the knuckle as she shuddered and moaned.

  “Hottest fucking thing ever,” Colt breathed against the side of her neck. He cupped her breasts in both hands, as if he couldn’t bear to let go. “But we broke our promise.”

  “Wha—what?”

  Drake rubbed his lips together, loving her taste. “You came,” he said against her pussy.

  “Oh, I did.” She sounded drunk, almost delirious. Her smile was nothing short of magical. “I so did.”

  “Because we weakened. This was supposed to be punishment, remember?”

  “I had to wait like ten minutes.”

  Drake had to laugh. “Poor pretty baby.”

  “But we’ll rectify our mistake now, never fear.” Colt plucked her up again and shifted her on her back. His massively erect cock trailed his arousal over her belly as he licked his way over her pebbled nipples. “Enjoy that orgasm, sweetness. It’s the last you’re going to get for a very long time.”

  Her crestfallen expression was priceless. “But I want to help you. Help both of you,” she said, dividing her gaze between both of their ramrod-stiff cocks. Her fingers wiggled. “Just untie me.”

  “Not on your life.” Drake rolled over and latched his teeth onto one nipple while Colt kissed his way down her body. He knew without looking when he made contact with her sensitive pussy because her eyes actually rolled back. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

  Colt separated her folds with two thumbs and took a long, slow lick. “And how long we can. Jesus, you taste good, darlin’.”

  Paige didn’t respond. She was too busy staring up at the mirror.

  Drake smiled around her nipple. Maybe there was hope for them—all of them—yet.

  * * *

  “Wake up, sunshine.”

  Paige moaned into the pillow, sure she had to be having a dream. It couldn’t possibly be time to get up. Not after what those evil, sexy men had put her through.

  She’d come, what, four, five times? And that was after being made to wait so long that she’d been on the verge of complete insanity by the time they’d allowed her another one. Each time, they’d stopped just before she went over. Then they’d given her a rapid succession of them, each more powerful than the last. With their fingers, their mouths, their cocks. And finally, with a little backdoor action that had been surprisingly pleasurable. Just fingers and tongues, but still. She knew what they were working toward.

  Making her a sex addict, for one.

  “Time to ride, darlin’.”

  Normally those words would turn her on. Riding didn’t mean quite the same thing to her now as it once had. But even her normally enthusiastic girly parts gave a weak throb of protest.

  She burrowed deeper into the pillow and prayed for oblivion.

  “I think we’re going to have to amp up our tactics. She ain’t moving.”

  Drake’s voice. Sadist number one.

  “Hmm. I think you’re right.” Sadist number two.

  A moment later, fingers assaulted her ribs on both sides, making her screech. She doubled over and laughed, trying to protect herself. At least they’d finally untied her before she’d fallen asleep.

  “Stop, stop,” she shrieked, flailing her arms and legs. Anything to get them away from her. That was one way to knock back the cobwebs, that was for sure.

  Not that they’d given her much time to rest after that workout they’d put her through. She was still sweaty, for God’s sake. And now she was more so, wrestling with these two jerks.

  “She lives,” Colt said, wrangling her arms behind her back. He gave her a brief, hard kiss. “Morning. Sleep well?”

  The taunt in his voice made her want to bite him in interesting places. “I did. I was dreaming about a Swedish skier named Sven who—”

  “Easy there, wiseass. Don’t want to put you on your back again and remind you exactly who gets first access to this pussy.” Drake’s hand slipped between her thighs and she couldn’t decide whether to moan or wince. Maybe both.

  “First access, maybe. In like a decade or so when I recover.”

  “A decade?” Drake laughed. “Wow, we must’ve had a good night.”

  In lieu of an answer, her stomach growled. Before she could get embarrassed, Colt tugged on her hand.

  “Hungry? Perfect. We’ll put something tog
ether super quick, then get out on the trail.”

  “Trail? Why?” She tried to focus on the alarm clock on the nightstand. She was still a bit bleary-eyed. “I have work.”

  “So do we. But before then, we’ll eat and get a ride in.”

  “A ride…” She automatically closed her legs and Colt laughed.

  “Not that kind of ride. You need a bit of a break there. But you wanted to ride one of our horses, and it’ll be dawn soon.”

  “Dawn, soon?” She glanced at the dark windows and groaned. “You’re wicked men.”

  “C’mon.” Colt tugged harder and she sighed and got out of bed, grimacing with every movement. Holy crap, last night had almost put her in traction. “There may be bacon and eggs in it for you if you’re quick.”

  She stopped and bit her lip. “Um, I kind of need another shower first.” So much.

  “On the list.” Drake hustled her toward the bathroom. “See why you can’t dally?” He grinned. “Much to do.”

  “Unlike you two, I sleep when it’s dark,” she grumbled. Then she stopped. “Or I used to. Now I guess I don’t.”

  “Yeah, because you’re busy in other ways at night now.” Colt tugged back the shower door and closed her inside with the loofah and ocean-scented shower gel and shampoo she’d found waiting for her on the counter last week. “Wash, woman. We’re going to make breakfast,” he called.

  She couldn’t help smiling as she turned on the hot spray. They really were keepers. They might boss her around a bit, in bed and out, but she always had the option to put her foot down and to know they’d listen. Truth be told, she liked their bossing. Liked hearing Colt sing in a froggy voice after he brushed his teeth in the morning and always enjoyed whatever random factoid Drake snatched out of the morning paper to discuss. They were spending a lot of time together and it wasn’t weird. It was just good. Natural and fun and right.

  Tipping her head up, she let the water hit her in all of her sorest places. There were a few, not the least of which was her ass. She kind of loved being spanked. Who’d’ve thunk it? Not her. She’d discovered a lot about herself these past couple of weeks.

  Why did it feel as though she’d been with them so much longer? Sure, they’d been friends for a while, but this was so much different. It shouldn’t have been this easy. She shouldn’t have felt completely comfortable packing an overnight bag and sleeping over and leaving right from their place for work as if she was their girlfriend.

  She sputtered on water. Damn, maybe she was their girlfriend. She didn’t need the label per se, except to know for herself where she stood. Could this really work for more than just the short-term?

  She ducked her head under the water again and shampooed her hair vigorously with the bottle of her preferred stuff they’d picked up, though she’d insisted she could bring over her own. But they’d wanted to do it. Taking care of her seemed to come naturally to them, as odd as that seemed. Charli would be so surprised to find out that—

  Charli.

  She blinked away water and tipped her forehead against the wet tile wall. She’d been darting around that issue, pretending it didn’t exist. Hoping her best friend would eventually be okay with it. But there was no denying they hadn’t spoken much the last few days. It wasn’t as if they were feuding or anything. They still laughed over strange orders and bitched about demanding customers, and there hadn’t been any awkward silences or anything. There just hadn’t been any of the normal gabfests either. Theoretically, there was a lot to gab about. Charli was newly married, which meant lots of girl talk. Or that’s what it would’ve meant, if things hadn’t changed.

  Paige sighed. She had a lot to gab about too. It had been such a long time since she’d been so into a man. And well, obviously she’d never been into two men in quite this way before.

  At least Sadie understood. Maybe being part of a threesome wasn’t the usual way of things—and especially in small-town Quinn—but that didn’t mean it was wrong. The only semi-wrong thing was who was part of that ménage.

  No matter how Charli tried, it had to be weird for her to hear Paige describe sex with her ex. Not that she had, or would. Still…icky. But there had to be a way to resolve the situation without anyone getting hurt.

  Thank God Charli was happily remarried. And Paige was happy too. She almost couldn’t believe how much.

  Paige turned off the water. They had to talk again. End of story. Spill their guts and maybe cry and drink their way to some kind of understanding. There was no way around it. She couldn’t just let things…hang between them, not if she intended to continue on with Colt and Drake. Which she did.

  Feeling better already, she wrapped one of Drake’s thick towels around her and stepped out. She dried off quickly and fingercombed her wild curls before dressing in the long denim skirt and cowl-neck top she’d brought to wear. Hmm. Not the best for a horse ride. At least her boots would work.

  She took off her cashmere top and swapped it for one of Drake’s button-down shirts. He didn’t have many. That was more Colt’s department, but his closet was down the hall. They had a good arrangement. They lived and worked in the same place, but had separate areas for everything. If they didn’t want to spend time together, they didn’t have to. Lord knows the house and grounds were big enough. She hadn’t even gotten a sense of the scope of the entire place yet. Why, they could easily fit in another person—

  Whoa, whoa, stop the train.

  Her fingers faltered on the buttons. She wasn’t going there, was she?

  She shut her eyes. Yeah, she was. She was falling for them. Both of them.

  After last night, when they’d helped her confront her body issues—or at least start to confront them, because that would be no easy fix—she’d fallen a little in love right then and there. She’d never been worshipped like that before. It wasn’t hard to imagine becoming addicted to it.

  They were good men too. Both loved animals and she’d come by a couple times in the past week in time to watch them lead kids around on the horses during lessons. Colt made the kids laugh with his funny faces and natural way with the horses, and Drake was gentle and firm. They just fit together, in business and, after last night, maybe in a special personal sense beyond even friendship. And just maybe she fit with them too.

  “Hey, did you fall in—” Colt broke off and stopped in the doorway. “Hot damn. Look at you.” He hauled her in for a kiss, tangling his fingers in her wet hair. “Mmm. You smell like the beach.”

  She laughed and nipped his throat. “I was sure you were going to say you smelled…other things. Because you’re naughty like that.”

  “I sure am.” He drew back and sniffed. “Nope. Nothing. You have panties on, don’t you?”

  She flushed. Leave it to Colt to manage to make her tingly all over. “Yeah, I figured it was a good idea with the horse and all.”

  “You figured right. This was a good idea too.” He fingered the sleeve of Drake’s shirt. “You have to wear our clothes more often. Please.”

  She reached down to cup him and found him hard and straining. “Huh. Guess I do.”

  “That boner was just from thinking about you in the shower. Still working on the full effect of the Drake-shirt boner.” He laughed and she tucked her hand in his. “Ready for breakfast?”

  “I sure am.” They walked down the hall and at the top of the stairs, she stopped and took a deep breath. “Ahh, the scent of bacon. I may love you.”

  She bit her lip and started to take it back. It was just a joke, but sometimes men got weird about that kind of thing.

  He only grinned and swatted her behind. “We’ll see if you still do when we get you on that horse.” He leaned in and nibbled her ear. “Two words: thigh action.”

  “Jerk.” Giggling, she raced him down the stairs.

  So far this day was turning out to be frigging awesome. And she refused to think about anything other than sexy men, long kisses and bacon.

  Let the shoes drop where they may.

>   11

  Two hours later, sore and happy, Paige parked at the store and reached across her seat for her tote bag of work stuff. For the first time in forever, she hadn’t even thought of touching any of the paperwork she’d bought home last night. There was renovation stuff to look over, permits to get taken care of, and an endless list of tasks that she normally dug into with gusto whether or not she deserved a night off. Her business with Charli was her life.

  Or at least it used to be.

  She crossed the back lot to head inside and frowned at Charli’s car tucked along the side. She rarely made it in before her. And post-honeymoon week? That seemed impossible.

  A quick glance at her watch told her why. It was past eight, way later than she normally arrived.

  So much for making a discreet entrance.

  She blew out a breath and headed in, her smile already in place. “Hey, Charli,” she called. “I think I’m going to run and get some muff—”

  “You’ve been out all night.” Charli slid down off the counter where she’d been sitting and raised an eyebrow. “So I’m guessing you got well and thoroughly fucked. Am I right?”

  Paige didn’t speak. She barely breathed.

  “Piece of evidence number one. You’re late. You’re never late. Ever.”

  Paige chewed on the inside of her cheek. She’d wanted to have a talk with her best friend, really lay things on the line, but this wasn’t the time or place. Nor was the conversation off to the best start.

  She’d never heard Charli use that accusing tone before. As if Paige was some kind of common…

  No. She was simply acting as if Paige was sleeping with her ex-husband, which she was. So maybe she deserved the unspoken accusations. Maybe there was no way to make this okay.

  Honesty and love and friendship only went so far. Perhaps some things were too much to be tolerated, no matter how much both parties tried to be civil and understanding.

  God, she hoped not. She couldn’t lose her best friend. Nothing was worth that.