by Mari Carr
“I think you lost something,” Charlie said as he bent down to retrieve the shower gel she’d dropped earlier. She took it from him and struggled to force strength into her still-trembling limbs. She poured some of the sweet-smelling soap into her palm and reached over to rub the lather onto Alex’s chest while Charlie continued to stroke her breasts from behind.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined the beauty, the intensity of being so close to these two men. They’d starred in all her young woman fantasies, but now she feared her heart would burst at the excitement of having them both so near, touching her, loving her.
Alex bent down and placed another seductive kiss on her lips and she melted at the contact. Charlie’s arms tightened around her and she wondered how much of her weight her legs were supporting and how much Charlie was. His strength mesmerized her and her body’s fluids ran rampant down her leg.
She turned slowly, pouring out more of the gel, using it to lather Charlie’s chest as well. While Alex’s upper body was completely bare, Charlie had a light dusting of soft hair around his rock-hard pecs. She ran her fingers through it as she massaged the gel into his skin. Alex used the lather on his torso to soap up her back, moving his body slowly back and forth against hers as his cock nestled between the crack of her ass.
She shook her head slightly, willing herself to remain cognizant, in control. She refused to take another moment’s pleasure from them without returning a bit of it. They’d been so attentive, so amazingly sexy.
For the third time she added more gel to her hand, reaching down to use the soap on Charlie’s thick member. He hissed at her touch and she felt Alex stop moving. She could feel his gaze on her hand as she lightly caressed Charlie’s cock. Charlie’s eyes had drifted closed when she’d gripped him and Allie could feel the tension in Alex’s body grow as she slicked her fist up and down.
She knew Alex’s feelings toward Charlie hadn’t changed and she’d wondered several times since she’d returned home if the men had succumbed to them. After all, they had built a house together. It was her conversations with Ginny that had convinced her Alex hadn’t confessed his feelings to his best friend, and she couldn’t begin to fathom how he’d hidden his love for so long.
She’d thought long and hard about Alex’s comments by the bonfire over the past few years and she knew, deep in her heart, that she wanted Charlie and Alex. She could understand and sympathize with Alex’s desires, his needs—because she shared them. Right or wrong, she didn’t have a doubt she could give her heart and soul to both these men in an instant.
Turning her head slightly, she watched Alex’s eyes follow the movement of her hand and a delightfully sinful idea crossed her mind. It might be too soon, but she worried there was also such a thing as too late. She deliberately lightened her grip, softened her strokes.
Charlie’s eyes drifted open and she saw a touch of confusion in the depths of his lovely blue orbs. She’d obviously proven in the truck that she knew how to do this the right way.
“Am I doing it wrong?” the devil prompted her to ask with an innocent whisper.
“Harder,” Charlie answered, his hands on her hips, gripping her tightly. “You don’t have to be afraid you’ll hurt me.”
She tightened her grip, but this time only moved a couple of inches along his shaft, never touching the top or bottom, merely massaging the middle. She could sense both men’s frustrations growing.
“Show me,” she whispered to Alex. Charlie’s body stiffened at her words—but Allie couldn’t help noticing his cock did too.
“Allie,” Alex breathed against her cheek. She knew he meant to refuse her, so she halted his words, instead reaching for his hand and placing it atop hers on Charlie’s cock.
Both men sucked in a breath at the contact, even though Alex wasn’t actually touching Charlie, but rather resting his hand on top of hers.
She looked at Alex and softly repeated her request. “Show me how.” As she spoke, she smiled and watched Alex return it. He bent down to press a soft kiss on her cheek then turned his gaze to their clasped hands.
“Harder,” he said, his voice so gruff with emotion he had to clear his throat. “Like this.” He tightened his grip on her hand and Charlie moaned. “And you need to move your hand all the way along his shaft. Like this.” He moved their hands, Allie’s still slick with gel, from the base of Charlie’s cock to the tip. Up and down they moved as Charlie closed his eyes and groaned.
“Jesus, that feels good,” he said as Allie and Alex continued their rough, loving caresses. On one upward move, Alex ran his finger along the tip of Charlie’s cock, playing with the slit, rubbing in the pre-cum he found there for only a second or two.
Allie suspected he’d forgotten himself for a moment because when Charlie’s eyes flew open and landed on his, Alex stopped, his finger still poised over the tip. They all stood motionless for seemingly endless moments.
Anxious to keep things moving in a forward motion, Allie repeated Alex’s touch and Charlie sucked in a breath. “Like that?” she asked, as if Alex had been sharing another secret of the male anatomy.
She felt rather than saw Alex nodding behind her. Charlie’s gaze never left Alex’s and she worried that she’d gone too far, too fast in pushing for this. Refusing to lose any ground, she reached back and cupped Alex’s balls with her free hand while forcing Alex to continue his lesson on Charlie. Both men moved at her touch and Charlie chuckled. The tension of the moment seemed to pass.
“Ever get the feeling she’s trying to play the top?” Charlie asked.
Allie was perfectly familiar with the term and started to inform him that she wasn’t merely playing. Unfortunately, Alex answered first.
“We’ll soon have that little flaw in her character corrected.” He replied with such cockiness Allie couldn’t resist giving his balls an extra-hard squeeze. Alex hissed and gripped her wrist firmly. “Easy with the crown jewels, hellion,” he warned.
“Easy with the caveman comments, Alex Taylor. Seems to me there are plenty of roles to go around in this little trio of ours.”
Charlie grinned at her words, his hands drifting from her hips to her waist. “Can we divvy up the parts after this shower? My cock is about to explode.”
Alex looked at his friend guiltily and Allie felt him pull her hand along Charlie’s cock again. The force of his movement and tight grip stunned her and she thought for sure they must be hurting Charlie. She glanced up, concerned, until she realized he was about to come. Rather than pain, she saw complete concentration and bliss as he began to thrust into their joined hands.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Charlie muttered as his cock erupted, his semen shooting out. Alex never loosened their shared grip and directed the jets of his friend’s seed so that it landed on Allie’s stomach.
“Holy shit!” Charlie exclaimed as he opened his eyes. He watched as Alex rubbed his semen into her skin. “Christ, man.”
Alex laughed and Allie was overwhelmed by the sound of pure joy in it. He’d given them both so much, but the brush of his thick, hard shaft against her back reminded her that he hadn’t found his own pleasure.
She turned quickly, catching the surprise in Alex’s face as she went to her knees and engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth.
“Dammit, Allie,” he breathed out as she slowly worked her way down his hard flesh. He was thicker than any man she’d ever seen and she wondered if perhaps she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew…literally. Charlie’s hands drifted to her shoulders and she wished she could see what was going on above her head. Practically kneeling between Alex’s legs, with Charlie snug behind her, Allie knew the men were positioned close to each other—perhaps uncomfortably so—and she wondered how Charlie was reacting to that fact.
“Think I owe you one,” she heard Charlie mutter before he knelt down next to her. Her mind reeled as Alex’s hands found their way to her hair, gripping tightly. She could sense a slight tremble in his fingers and ha
d no doubt he was amazed by his friend’s actions as well. Charlie’s face was next to hers and she heard his voice in her ear.
“Try to loosen your jaw, Allie-cat. He’s big, but you can take him in.”
She tried to follow Charlie’s commands. She knew how to open her throat, how to swallow a man’s cock, but part of her was worried about accomplishing the feat with Alex’s wide girth—and Charlie watching so closely.
Charlie’s hand drifted down her stomach and she felt his featherlight touch against her clit. “Follow my directions and you’ll be rewarded,” he prompted, rubbing her clit more firmly. She gasped at the touch and felt a bit more of Alex’s cock glide into her mouth.
“Good girl,” Charlie muttered. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him glance up at Alex. “Seems our lady just needs the proper motivation.”
Allie started to pull back to tell Charlie Anderson just where he and his motivation could get off, but Alex’s grip on her head held her in place.
“Shhh,” Alex soothed. “You can kick his ass later,” he joked. “Right now I need you to suck my cock.”
Allie remembered how much Alex had given her and moved forward again, taking another inch into her mouth. As promised, Charlie rubbed her clit hard, the touch divine.
She started to work Alex’s cock in earnest, his hands on her head and Charlie’s directions guiding her through the hottest blowjob she’d ever given. She was dripping wet, but all she wanted was Alex’s come. She wanted to give him an earth-shattering orgasm like the ones he’d rocked her world with tonight. Surprisingly, she suspected she was going to be sharing in what she’d intended to be a gift for him.
Charlie’s fingers continued to tease, tantalize, tempt and taunt her clit until she felt as if her heart would burst at the impact of so many sensations pummeling her at once. The taste of Alex’s arousal, the sound of Charlie’s mesmerizing voice in her ear and the feel of his hands on her body, the image of these two men loving her, loving each other even if they didn’t realize it yet, surrounded her.
She heard Alex’s moan begin deep in his chest and she engulfed him in her throat one last time as he erupted. She drank him down, feeling a twinge of regret when he pulled free. Her feeling of loss, of emptiness, lasted only until Charlie drove three fingers into her weeping pussy. She climaxed immediately, screaming in ecstasy at the unexpected touch.
Her eyes drifted closed as she felt herself being lifted from the floor of the shower. She heard the water turn off and the murmur of two deep voices beside her although she was too exhausted to understand the words. Soft sheets and a fluffy pillow were the last things she remembered as she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Chapter Four
Allie tiptoed into Alex’s kitchen, praying she would find coffee there. She was not a morning person and without her jumpstart of java, she was absolutely useless. She’d been pleased to wake and discover herself smack-dab in the middle of two lovely men. Lucky thing Alex owned a king-sized bed. She’d carefully extricated herself from between them, thrown on one of Alex’s T-shirts and left them sound asleep. Poor babies looked exhausted. She giggled as she recalled the hottest shower she’d ever taken in her life then marveled over the fact they hadn’t even had actual sex yet.
She was humming softly to herself and quietly sipping her second cup of coffee when she felt someone’s gaze on her. She glanced up to find Charlie, dressed in nothing but his dress pants from the previous night, leaning in the doorway, watching her. She fought back the instinct to drool at his six-pack abs.
“Why did you run off with Jim Griffin?” he asked.
“Where the hell did that question come from?” Allie was shocked by Charlie’s conversation topic.
“Why, Allie?”
She looked at his face and saw such a perfect mixture of sadness and confusion, she wasn’t sure how to respond. She shrugged. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“He was old enough to be your father. Hell, he was your father’s friend. One minute you’re happy at home and the next minute you’re gallivanting all over the world with the guy. What the hell was he to you?”
Allie took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly racing heart. How could she explain her decision without hurting his feelings, without seeming like a selfish, heartless bitch?
“Charlie, I was never happy at home. You know that.”
He scowled at her response and she knew he was remembering the night he’d caught her running away.
“You seemed happy to me once your mother started to recover. Did a pretty good impersonation of it.
“How the hell do you know if I was happy or not?” She couldn’t contain the sudden anger at his words. “You weren’t here, Charlie. You were off at college, drinking your way through fraternity parties and fucking yourself silly with sorority sisters. You weren’t here. You have no idea how I felt.”
Charlie’s own fury escaped and he shouted at her, frustration clear in every word. “Was I supposed to be here? Is that what you wanted? We weren’t dating. We weren’t a couple. Shit, you were still in high school!”
She shook her head, cursing herself for her harsh words. He didn’t deserve her anger.
“No. You were exactly where you were supposed to be. I’m just saying that you can’t stand here and try to tell me that I was happy. Unless you have some mind-reading ability that I don’t know about, you really have no idea how I felt.”
Charlie shrugged and nodded. “So you were unhappy. That doesn’t explain Griffin.”
Allie grinned guiltily and shrugged. “I guess you could say he saved me.”
Charlie turned away from her, crossing the room to pour himself a cup of coffee, and she could see from the stiffness in his shoulders that her answer had clearly pissed him off. “Saved you from what?” he muttered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “From myself. From my restlessness, my recklessness. I don’t think I can put this into words that you’ll understand.”
“Try,” he said, turning back to face her. His anger seemed to have faded as quickly as hers and she could see he was willing to hear her out, regardless of the fact he might not like what she was going to say.
“I’m not like Ginny,” she said softly. “She’s a homebody and a creature of comfort. When my mother was diagnosed with cancer, Ginny never blinked twice at the thought of giving up college and staying home to help take care of her.” Allie took a deep breath, her next words too painful to admit. “I didn’t. I wish I’d been able…”
“You didn’t feel the same,” Charlie finished for her, walking to the table and reaching over to take her hand in his.
“I’m a terrible daughter. A horrible person, I know that.” Allie swallowed hard against the lump in her throat and tried to blink away the tears filling her eyes.
“No you’re not.”
“Oh please, don’t bother saying any differently. My mother was dying of cancer and all I could think of was escaping, getting the hell away from here.”
“So you’ll never be a nurse,” Charlie teased, and Allie smiled at his jest.
“It was more than running from my mother’s disease. I had this fire inside me, this ache that wouldn’t go away. I was so afraid that I would never see more than the twenty square miles of this shithole town and that I’d die of old age in my parents’ house. Hell, I was terrified I’d die in my childhood bedroom surrounded by fucking posters of Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt.”
“Don’t forget New Kids on the Block,” Charlie joked. “I seem to recall you had an abundance of those guys hanging on your walls.”
Allie laughed. “Don’t remind me. Oh Charlie, there was just so much I wanted to see, to do…to experience.”
“And you couldn’t do that if you were tied to home. But your mother—”
“Recovered,” Allie finished. “Yes, she did. Her cancer went into remission and all was well with the world. Problem was, I’d graduat
ed from high school, taken a shitty job as a waitress and I was still consumed by this damn impatience that told me there was more to life, more to see.”
“So what happened?”
“I was waiting tables at the diner. Jim had become a regular customer after his wife died and we spent a lot of time talking about our lives, our ambitions. It’s strange how much we had in common given the fact my life was really just starting while his seemed to be winding down. One night we started listing all the things we wanted to see, things we wanted to do before we died. We ended up talking until the diner closed. Turned out we shared the same sort of wanderlust. Next thing I know, Jim decided to make our dreams a reality. He offered me a job. I took it and, well…you know the rest.” She stumbled over her half-truth, fully aware of how much of the tale she’d omitted.
“No, I don’t know,” Charlie said shortly. “According to Ginny, you were his personal assistant, but since he didn’t have a damn job, what exactly were you assisting him with?”
Allie could tell from his tone what he was thinking—and she couldn’t refute his claims.
“Do you want to know if I slept with Jim?” she asked hotly. “Yeah, Charlie, I did. So there. Are you happy? Did you get the nitty-gritty details you were looking for?”
“Your father—” he started.
“Would blow a gasket if he ever found out about the sex,” she interrupted. “And yeah, he wasn’t too thrilled with one of his friends dragging his youngest daughter through what he called ‘Jim’s midlife crisis’ at first either. But after a while he stopped worrying about it and just accepted it.”
“Christ, Allie. He was too old for you.”
“Who says? Why does age make a difference—or anything else, for that matter? It’s what’s on the inside that counts, the rest is just wrapping paper.”
He shook his head, his look a perfect combination of frustration and anger. “Were you sleeping with him when you left?” he asked.
