by Amber Heart
“Mmmm,” she moaned slightly. “Don’t you dare tempt me like that. You’ll like what I’ve got planned.”
“You’ll like what I’ve got planned,” Dean countered.
Leigh extracted herself from his arms and swatted his hands away. “Get in the car,” she ordered.
Riding in her mint condition Mustang was a pretty good consolation prize for not getting to take her to bed, so Dean dropped into the passenger seat and consigned himself to not knowing what she had up her sleeve. She drove confidently, shifting gears with ease. He didn’t mind admitting that he found it sexy as hell.
“Can I guess where we’re going?” he asked as they left the town and got onto the highway.
“I encourage it,” Leigh said, giving him a smile without taking her eyes off the road.
“Okay, is it the circus?”
“Nope. That won’t be in town for another few weeks.”
“Is it Vegas.”
She laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I thought we’d just make a 30+ hour drive when we have exams tomorrow.”
“My natural rebelliousness is rubbing off on you,” Dean said, reaching over and putting his hand high on her thigh. He was glad it was finally shorts season. Everleigh had great legs and he wanted to see as much of them as often as he could.
“Only a little bit,” she said, willing to give him credit where it was due. In the past she never would have gone on a date the day before exam week. But he had a point. The extra night of studying didn’t matter much, and getting out and doing something was better than staying home and worrying. “Here we are.”
Dean’s eyebrows went up. “This is awesome! I didn’t even know there was one of these around here.”
They were at a drive in theater. The marquee advertised a double feature of two classic horror films that he’d never seen, but that Everleigh kept telling him would freak him out. It had only taken private screening of a few of her other favorites to believe her. The girl knew her scary movies.
“And don’t worry,” Leigh said sweetly. “I’ll be right here to hold your hand.”
Dean laughed. “My hero. Do they have popcorn?”
“Are you kidding? Of course they do. They even have cheeseburgers.”
Dean’s eyes lit up. “I’ll be back. What do you want?”
“Bacon cheeseburger and fries,” she said. “Soda and popcorn too.”
He gave her a thumbs up and headed for the concession stand. When he got back, arms laden with food, the movie was just about to begin. As it flickered to life, he bit into his double cheeseburger with satisfaction.
“This was a really good idea, Everleigh.”
“I have them from time to time,” she said, dragging one of her fries through some ketchup and popping it into her mouth.
When they were done with their food and halfway through the first movie, Dean edged closer to her side of the car. Leigh entwined her fingers with his as the shower curtain on screen pulled back. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Dean catch his breath as the knife struck home.
“But...I thought she was the main character,” he whispered as blood began to run down the shower drain. “I mean...what happens next?”
Leigh smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. “You’ll see.”
When the movie was over, Dean shook his head. “Now I see why you like this guy so much. He’s twisted as hell.” His tone was admiring.
Leigh nodded. “I do tend to gravitate toward weirdos.” She smiled up at him and he took the opportunity to kiss her.
It was supposed to be a quick kiss, but when he buried his hands in her hair and slanted his mouth over hers, it turned into something else. They hadn’t had much time for each other lately. Not with finals and his talks with football scouts and his coaches. She rested her hands on his muscular chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding under her palms. Her own pulse was a little rapid, especially when his lips moved down the side of her neck.
She let her head fall back, surrendering to the sensation. When the next movie started up, startling them both, they broke apart, catching their breath. Dean pulled her against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“I don’t give a damn about exams,” he said, his voice low and rough with desire. “We’re finishing that later tonight.”
Everleigh cuddled closer. “Just what I was hoping you’d say,” she whispered.
Epilogue
“And that’s it!” the commentator shouted over the roar of the crowd. “The Tigers take the championship in the last seconds due to an astonishing play by number 42, Dean Harper!”
Everleigh was on her feet, screaming in excitement and clapping as hard as she could. She wouldn’t be able to get near Dean for several hours, but she was still so happy that she was shaking. Sophie threw her arms around Leigh, jumping up and down with her.
“He did it, he did it!” she squealed.
Leigh couldn’t stop laughing. “I know!”
About 10 minutes later, her phone buzzed and she glanced at it. To her surprise, it was Dean.
“Come down to the locker room. They’ll let you in.”
She showed the text to Sophie whose eyes went wide. “What are you standing around for?” she demanded. “Go, go!”
Leigh hurried down, feeling nervous. Would they really let her in? If they did, was she going to have to stand around with the whole team half naked around her? She’d gotten to know most of them over the season because she was dating Dean, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see them in nothing but towels!
It took a long time to get through the crowd and when she did, she was dismayed to see that there was a man standing near the entrance, looking official. She walked up to him slowly, trying to think of how to explain herself. “Um. Hi. My boyfriend said...”
“Are you Everleigh Rice?” the man asked.
She nodded in surprise.
“Go on in,” he said with a friendly smile. “First door on your right.”
She opened the door hesitantly and was very relieved to find only Dean in the room. He grinned at her.
“The rest of the guys are down the hall,” he said, correctly interpreting her expression. “Come here.”
She flung herself into his arms and he spun her around with a laugh. She pressed her face against his neck, breathing in the scent of his body wash.
“You did it,” she whispered.
“Hell yeah I did!” He set her back on her feet. “I told you I would.”
Leigh laughed. “Yeah, I guess you did.” She glanced over her shoulder at the door. “Is this going to get you in trouble? Me being in here?”
“I just won them a championship,” he said dryly. “I could probably ask for cocaine and hookers and get ‘em.”
“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should,” she said primly.
“All right, I’ll call it off.” He dropped down to the bench, looking overwhelmed suddenly. “The scouts have been all over me. You know what this means?” He pushed his hands through his damp hair. “I’m going to do it. I’m really going to play for the NFL.”
Leigh sat down beside him. “Well duh,” she said with a grin. “Everybody knew that.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “It’ll be a lot of travel,” he said. “Lots of time on the road. Away from you.”
She nodded. “I know.” They’d talked about it, mostly late at night in bed. About what it would be like if he made it.
“So, I was thinking...” His voice was hesitant now. He sounded almost nervous. “You know, that maybe we needed to talk about that. About us. And our, you know...relationship.”
Leigh drew back and looked at him. “Dean Harper, if you’re breaking up with me just because you’re going to be famous--”
“No!” he said so loudly that it echoed, making her jump a little bit. “I’m not breaking up with you. I don’t want to do that. Uh, you know, ever.” He sighed. “I’m screwing this up. To hell with it.” Dean pushed one hand into the pocket of
his pants and then pulled out a sparkling sapphire ring. “Will you marry me, Everleigh?”
Her mouth dropped open. “I...what?” That was her brilliant reply.
Dean chuckled. “Okay, at least I’m not the only one.”
She punched him in the shoulder. “Shut up. Oh, my God. Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I’d get on one knee, but after that tackle in the third quarter...” he trailed off when Everleigh giggled. Dean couldn’t help but smile “I knew you’d like that.”
“Sorry!” Leigh held out her hand. “Ask me again.”
“Everleigh Rice, will you marry me?”
She grinned. “Yes, I will.”
He slid the ring onto the third finger of her left hand. “Thank God, it actually fits,” he said. “I guessed.”
Everleigh admired the platinum band with the sparkling sapphire. The blue gem was flanked by two smaller diamonds on either side of it. She couldn’t have found anything she liked more if he’d asked her to design the ring herself.
“Do you like it?” Dean asked anxiously. “Would you rather have a diamond?”
“No,” she said quickly. “No, I love this.”
Dean cupped her cheek in his hand. “It reminded me of your eyes,” he admitted. “And I wanted you to have something different. Because you’re different.”
“You mean weird,” she teased.
He gave her a brief kiss. “No,” he said, kissing her again. “I mean perfect. I can’t wait to spend my life with you, Everleigh Rice.”
“I love you.” It seemed like an inadequate response, but she’d never meant anything more in her whole life. He was everything to her and she wanted nothing more than to go through life with him.
Dean seemed to know it. He pulled her close and they held each other in the quiet locker room, thinking only of their future together.
Stretched Wide By Three Men
Housewife Group MMMF Erotica
By Amber Heart
Kate couldn’t give a fuck anymore, she really couldn’t. She’d had enough of her husband calling her names, telling her she was fat, telling her no other man would want her. So she was a size fourteen, big deal. She some extra padding everywhere it counted. This marriage was over. She was done with him forever. He was a dick and she needed to admit that, admit she’d made a bad choice ten years ago and cut her losses.
Ten years of marriage. No kids. She’d gotten married at eighteen in a flurry of immature emotions and white taffeta. She’d been a virgin and quite frankly if that’s what sex was, she had no clue what the big deal was about it. Barry got on top of her and stuck his cock in her for five minutes, then grunted his release.
No foreplay. No after cuddles. Nothing. Not even an orgasm. In ten years, not one orgasm. Kate wasn’t naïve, she knew orgasms existed and from movies and books they seemed amazing. She’d never been game enough to touch herself. Never felt worthy of that pleasure. Barry told her no man would want her. After a few years you began believing that about yourself.
After ten years, you began to think that maybe he was wrong and that maybe she had to admit what everyone had told her. Barry was not the man for her. She’d told him to go fuck himself and walked out. She’d never had a rush of power and happiness like that before. Ten years of letting herself be told she was inferior had ended.
She had on her best jeans and a very low-cut top, her cleavage spilling over the top. Kate didn’t care, she was going to find a man to fuck her properly, and to have some fun for a change. She didn’t want to go to a night club.
The age group there would be too low. She couldn’t handle that at the moment. She needed a man who knew how to pleasure a woman and would take the time to worship her body. Kate really had no idea what the heights of orgasmic ecstasy were, but she intended to find out.
She decided on a piano bar that was classy but not posh. She’d been before with her friends and noticed the male clientele were very attractive. Especially a certain three men all chatting at the bar. They’d given her very sexy looks and Kate had felt a tightening she was unfamiliar with.
That was three months ago and was the beginning of the end, she’d realised other men, very sexy men, did find her attractive. The chances of them being there now was a slim one, but it was a good a place as any to get started.
A good stiff, scotch would be heaven right now. Kate avoided it because although she loved it, it was like truth serum to her. She’d had many an argument with Barry after drinking scotch. Why the hell did it take her so long to wise up?
No sense crying over what she couldn’t change. Now she’s made the move and it felt like every person in the piano bar looked at her when she walked in. Stop being paranoid. A fast scan of the bar and she saw her three sexy men weren’t there. Ah well, she’d have a drink and call her friends, see if anyone was free.
She sat at the bar on a huge comfortable bar stool and ordered her scotch on ice. The feeling of freedom rushed through her body like bird soaring through the air for the first time.
“Hi.”
Kate turned toward the male voice and almost choked on her drink. The three gorgeous men stood there, all smiling. She gave a small cough and smiled back. “Hi.”
“You’re alone tonight?” This one had pitch black hair, curling at the neck of his shirt, clear blue eyes and smile that could light up the Grand Canyon at night.
“Yes. Finally alone.” God. They remembered her?
The one with deep blonde hair pulled back into a small ponytail smiled as well. “Do you want to be alone?”
“I was hoping for some company.” Kate felt so naughty and daring.
“So were we.” The third man gave her a wicked look. He had very short brown hair, and studious glasses. When he winked at her Kate had to swallow he drink straight down and order another.
“I’m Brendan.” The dark-haired man pulled up a stool alongside her.
The blonder man smiled and stayed standing. “I’m Rocky.”
The last one, with the glasses, dragged a stool up next to her and sat down. “Richard.”
“My name’s Kate. Nice to meet you all.” Now how the hell was she going to choose who have, if the opportunity arose.
“Let us buy you another drink. Do you want scotch?” asked Brendan, his blue eyes cut clean to her soul.
“Yes please.”
“A woman after my own heart.” Richard said with a big grin.
Kate’s body had become a mass of nerves and tingles. She felt her wet panties and a desire burned inside her that she’d never had the opportunity to explore properly. “I mostly drink sparkling wine. Scotch is for a special occasion.”
“What’s the occasion? Your birthday?” Rocky asked.
“No.” Kate looked down and then back at the men. “Tonight I left my husband of ten years.” She held up her glass and took a drink. “Cheers.”
“Ten years? You hardly seem old enough. Must’ve married young.” Richard looked at her intently.
“Too young and too stubborn. But now it’s a new life and I intend to live every second of it.”
“Interesting.” Brendan reached over and touched her knee.
The touch burned through her jeans and her stomach tumbled. She swallowed trying to stop her dry mouth. She took a sip and twirled the ice around the glass. The scotch burned a track down her throat and straight into her veins.
“I vote we go somewhere a little more private.” Richard spoke again. “What do you think, Kate? Care to join the three of us back at my place?”
This was completely insane and they could murder her, or anything. But by the vibes coming from them, it wasn’t what they had in mind. But all three? Wow. “Um…I haven’t been alone with three men before. Are you sure I’ll be safe?”
“Oh, yeah. You’ll be safe. We’ll take care of your every need.” Brendan’s dark eyes twinkled. “I’ll go get some champagne on ice. Richard you come organize a cheese and fruit platter. Rocky, you sit with Kate for a few more drinks her
e, so we keep her reputation intact, and she’s not walking out alone with all of us.”
“Sure. My pleasure.” Rocky let his heated gaze fall to her cleavage and back to her eyes. “I can get things warmed up.”
Kate drank some more. Was this really happening? Three gorgeous men wanted to take her home, together. She should say no but how could she? Kate had decided to go out and find a man who could teach all the things her body was capable of. Now she had three.
The other two left and Rocky moved in closer. His hand rested on her thigh, and his rich, brown eyes looked into her. “You’re so beautiful.”
Kate blushed and wasn’t sure what to say. She’d never been called beautiful by a man before. “Thanks.”
“I dunno about you, but it’s getting hot in here.”
“Original.”
He laughed out loud. “Sorry, I suck at small talk and flirting, obviously. I’m used to a more direct approach. I don’t want to scare you off. Richard and Brendan would kill me.”
“Were you trying to flirt with me?”
