by Eileen Green
“As much as we would love to have you do that, sugar,” Jake said, “We don’t want to take a chance with your health. We’ll take care of it when you go to sleep. Can we lay with you until you fall asleep?”
Nodding her head, afraid she would resort to begging, she laid her head on the pillow.
“Can we take off your clothes and at least let our eyes feast on your beauty to give us inspiration later on?” Jake asked as his hand rubbed her hip.
Her hesitation was evident to them, causing Andrew to look at her with a touch of anger. She knew what he was thinking but it had nothing to do with her weight. “I don’t think I would be able to resist myself if I was naked. I might try to take advantage of you.”
A smile lit Andrew’s face at her words as his hand came up and let his fingertips graze her lips. “We promise that we won’t let you do that. We just want to see the body that has been calling to us for the past two months.”
Gwen pretended to think for a couple of moments just to let them suffer a bit longer. She could see the anxiousness on Andrew’s face while Jake’s hand fidgeted on her hip. Finally, she nodded her agreement and both men were removing her clothes within seconds.
Andrew pulled up the hem of the sweater she was wearing, the same one from the night she had entered the hospital, letting his knuckles slide along her stomach. They pulled the garment past her plain white bra which she had to blush at the thought of him seeing. Then, when it reached her neck, she sat up partially for him to pull it over her head. Before she could lay back down, Andrew’s muscular arms wrapped around her and fumbled with the enclosure of her bra. When it finally sprung loose, he laid her back down on her back but held the intimate item in place, to her confusion.
Jake had moved up on his knees and was undoing the clasp on her jeans and pulling the zipper down. When that was finished, he began to pull the denim material down her hips. She had to raise her bottom for him to pull them past her fleshy hips, though he was leaving her granny panties on her. Trying to turn her head into the pillow so she could hide from the gazes of the two men, Andrew slapped her left breast.
“You are not to hide from us, Gwen,” he said with an authority she hadn’t heard from him before.
Keeping her head to the side, she didn’t want to look at him. “But my panties, my bra…”
“Not for any reason,” he voiced. “We’ll get you new underthings. Or better yet, we’ll get you new bras but not panties. There will be no panties in this house.”
“And for you, there will be no clothes in bed,” Jake added to the orders. “Once we start sleeping in here, there will be no clothing for us also. But for now, we’ll wear something.”
“You don’t have to,” she was surprised to hear herself say as she turned to look up between them.
“Oh, honey, you don’t know what that means to us,” Jake said, his voice an octave lower than usual.
He had already pulled her jeans off and now he was next to her hip. His hands moved up to the waistband of her panties, gripping them in his fists, and before she knew it, he rent them apart until they tore all the way down her right leg. Then, he ripped them again over to the left leg, leaving the pieces lying on the bed.
At the same time, Andrew had pulled her bra from her chest, leaving her fully exposed to both their hungry eyes. Both men’s eyes swept over her body lovingly. She watched their eyes roam every inch of exposed flesh and she could see the desire in their eyes. For once she felt sexy and wanted.
A warmth spread through her as they feasted with their eyes. Looking down the length of her body, she saw that her nipples were hard and pointed to the ceiling and further down, the curls of her pussy. She felt liquid leak from her cunt.
“Oh, baby, you are so beautiful,” Andrew whispered reverently. “I love you.”
Her eyes flew to his face and she could see the truth there. The words had surprised both of them, but she knew this time they were true. Glancing over at Jake, she saw the truth mirrored in his eyes.
“I love you both also,” she whispered. “I love you.”
Andrew smiled before lying down next to her. He pulled her over to him and pressed his lips to hers. It was a gentle kiss. A loving kiss. He slid his arm around her waist and held her to him while Jake cuddled up to her backside. She could feel his hard cock in the crack of her ass but he held still. His lips kissed her neck as his hand held onto her hip.
As she drifted off, she heard Jake say, “I love you, honey. I love you.”
* * * *
Gwen came down the stairs looking rested. Jake watched her from the end of the pool table where he stood to make his next shot. She had slept for four hours, which was probably the most time she had slept without a nurse checking on her or that infernal blood pressure monitor going off. She wore the same clothes as before except he knew she wore no panties.
While she slept, both had gone to their own rooms and taken cold showers. He didn’t know about Andrew, but Jake had to relieve himself, spilling his seed against the tile wall instead of inside his woman’s pussy. He had envisioned her body sliding against his as his cock was buried deep inside her and he had to hope that he would be able to do that soon.
They had both arrived in the family room at the same time. Apparently Andrew had gotten downstairs before him and had retrieved the decorating magazines from the buffet in the hallway so as to let Gwen browse through them. Setting them down on the coffee table near the windows, he sat down and Jake followed.
“Didn’t expect that so soon.” Jake was matter-of-fact about it.
“I’m glad it happened,” Andrew admitted. “I was afraid she would change her mind about wanting to be with us.”
Relief swept through Jake as he let his head fall back onto the chair. “Thank God. I thought I was the only one who thought that way.”
“No. I’ve thought about it. I thought I was being immature.”
“No. It’s the way everyone thinks when they fall in love and have to wait for the other person to say those words. I’m just glad she reciprocated,” Jake said, looking up at the glass ceiling and the clouds bellowing above.
Silence settled for a few minutes and then Andrew let out a long, soulful sigh. “Did you think she would be so beautiful naked?”
Chuckling, Jake sat up. “I imagined it from the first night. I’ve had so many dreams about seeing her laid out before us without her clothes on. Now, I get to keep that image in my head for the rest of my life.”
“She’s getting braver but I’m worried about her,” Andrew said, a bit sadly. “I just hope she pulls out of this fully intact.”
“We have what we need here. The portable defibrillators (AED—automated external defibrillator) are on each floor and we’re both trained should anything happen, but we’re going to take this slow and nothing is going to happen to her.” Jake was trying to be confident and he hoped he portrayed that to his friend, but he was frightened. Frightened for Gwen and for their relationship.
He watched Andrew nod before he got up and stepped over to the pool table. Picking up his dragon decorated cue from the corner oak rack, he chalked the tip. The balls were already set so he lifted the rack, set it on one of the two pub tables, and leaned over to take the breaking shot.
The pool table had been a big purchase for them after they had decided to share a woman and a home. They had bought it before the glass work had been started the previous summer on the family room so it would be easier to setup. Since their jobs were so demanding and stressful, they needed a way to relax once they were off duty, although they hadn’t been able to utilize it that much since the work on the house had taken up most of their free time.
The oak finish matched the other furniture in the room with an x for the two legs holding up the massive eight foot surface, the Coke-bottle colored felt enhancing the color of the table itself. The sound of the balls striking each other was sharp in the room but they didn’t have to worry about the sound reaching the master bedroom, for it h
ad been soundproofed to provide privacy for the occupants.
Jake watched his friend since college mentally process each shot before he took it. Andrew had been attending medical school when they had met but when his grandfather began his slow descent toward the inevitable, he had to drop out to help out. He had two years left to go but with all the work that needed to be done around the small ranch he hadn’t gone back so he became an EMT.
Andrew was smart yet until a few days ago, very immature. Being around Gwen brought something out in him that had been stalled in the man, and Jake was glad to see that he was changing.
Standing, Jake went over and grabbed his cue from the corner rack. He had gone through several websites before he chose the one he wanted. It was a maple hardwood with a finish that changed color as the light struck it. It sparkled between blue, silver, and green. After Andrew’s game, the two enjoyed several games of eight ball.
Jake was bending over the table when he heard the soft padding of Gwen’s bare feet descending the wooden staircase. Looking up he was struck with her beauty even in her disheveled state of just rising. Her hair was a mess, bedhead being the best way to describe it.
She was dressed in the same jeans and sweater she wore before she went to sleep. Andrew turned to look and see what Jake was looking at and his jaw dropped. Both men dropped their pool cues and stepped over to her. Andrew leaned over and kissed her cheek and then Jake followed suit.
“Did you sleep well?” the former asked.
“Yes, thank you,” Gwen answered, trying to cover her mouth. “I’m sorry, I need some things from my house. I need a toothbrush.”
“We’ll go later on to get some dinner and then to your place to get what you need,” Andrew said, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “For now, there should be some extra necessities in the hall closet upstairs. Help yourself to whatever you need.”
“Okay,” she said quietly, a bit of embarrassment tinging her voice. “Thanks.”
Gwen turned to head back up the steps. Jake reached out and grasped her wrist. “Honey, there is nothing to be embarrassed about how you wake up. We love you just the way you are.”
Nodding slightly, she smiled and continued up the stairs. Jake glanced at Andrew, smiling. “She looks beautiful when she wakes up.”
“She does at that,” Andrew responded. “I wish I had thought to put the things she needed in her bathroom when I came here the other day.”
“Don’t worry about it, dude. It shows she is beginning to get more comfortable if she can come to us in situations like this. It’s all good.”
Andrew headed back to the pool table area and picked up his can of soda from one of the pub tables and took a swig. “How much of her stuff should we bring back with us?”
Not sure, Jake shrugged. “I don’t know. As much as she needs for now. She lives close enough to be able to go back to get more stuff when she needs it.”
“I’m sure we’ll be able to move her out of there soon,” Andrew said optimistically. “I think she’ll do well here.”
“Yes. She will. We’ll get her adjusted to life here quickly. She’ll be completely ours soon,” Jake said, hoping his words would ring true for them all.
* * * *
The threesome sat at the table Siobhan led them to at the Tipsy Tavern. Since it was a Thursday night the place wasn’t very crowded but still had a healthy amount of clientele. There wasn’t a band but the jukebox was pumping out Carrie Underwood’s “Two Black Cadillacs,” creating music for a couple on the dance floor.
Both men waited for Gwen to scoot to the middle of the rounded booth and when she was seated, Jake sat to her left while Andrew sat to her right. Siobhan handed each of them a one-page menu. “I’m glad to see you are doing better,” she said to Gwen.
“Thank you,” Gwen said shyly.
“I heard you are going to be working with Anita and the others on the club.” Siobhan’s voice had lowered so as not to draw attention to the topic. Excitement seemed to ooze from her. “I’m glad to hear that. Ray is going to be in charge of the bar there and Brian is going to be building some of the furniture. Are you going to Denver with the others in a month?”
“I believe so. It’ll depend on if the doctor clears me by then.” Gwen bristled a bit under the scrutiny.
“We’ll be going, so I hope we can see more of each other. Now, what can I get you guys to drink?”
Jake looked around at each of them before looking back at the Irish beauty standing before them in black jeans and a black T-shirt with the bar’s logo of a martini glass tipped over slightly on the front of it. “I think a pitcher of root beer will be good. We don’t want to tempt Gwen when she can’t drink.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back with that.”
After Siobhan sashayed away toward the bar where one of her men, Ray, was working, Gwen looked at Jake. “How’d she know what happened?”
“Siobhan was in the parking lot when the man who found you pulled up to our ambulance. One of their waitresses had cut her hand open and we responded to the call. She didn’t want us to take her to the hospital because she didn’t have insurance.”
“Oh.”
“They had waited at the hospital for a while after we brought you in to see if you were all right.” Andrew covered her hand with his. “You have friends here, baby girl. You just have to look around for them.”
Thinking for a moment, she could see what he meant, and the thought thrilled her and caused her to feel sad at the same time. Due to the circumstances she had been in, she never really had time for friends. But then again, she never allowed anyone to get close enough to make friends. Perhaps now she would have time for that.
Looking down at the menu, she chose what she was going to order though she second guessed herself and thought she should order something a bit healthier.
“What are you going to order, honeybun?” Jake asked, not taking his eyes from the menu.
The nicknames were getting easier to accept from the two of them, causing a warmth to flow through her body. It felt right to be sitting between these two hunky men and as she looked around the bar she noticed several younger women stealing glances at them. Jealousy struck her and she had to wonder how long they would be loyal to her with all those sweet skinny honeys milling around.
Andrew’s hand squeezed hers. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“Gwen, I know what you are thinking,” Jake said quietly. “We aren’t interested in any other women except for you, nor will we ever. You are the woman we fell in love with.”
“I’m sorry, I just worry that you’ll change your mind. That you’ll get tired of me.”
“That’ll never happen,” the two men said in unison.
Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, she worried it for a moment. “I hope not either.”
Siobhan arrived with their pitcher of root beer and iced mugs. Carefully, she poured the brown liquid into the first glass and set it in front of Gwen and then did the same thing for the men. When she finished she pulled out her order pad. “What can I get for you guys?”
The two men looked to Gwen, waiting for her to answer. No, chivalry wasn’t dead. Looking up at Siobhan, she noticed how mossy green the woman’s eyes were. She was truly a beauty. Her men were very lucky.
“I’ll have a chef salad with ranch dressing.” Gwen heard the intake of air coming from both men and prepared herself for their opinion.
“The lady will have a New York steak, medium, with a baked potato and a side salad,” Andrew interjected. “With ranch dressing.”
“But…” Gwen tried to say but Jake started up.
“You need to eat decently, little lady. A salad isn’t enough to fill you up.”
Andrew leaned over to her, his lips near her ear. “We told you we like you the way you are. You don’t have to diet because of us.”
Turning her head, she leaned into the other side of his face. “I’m not doing it to diet. The doctor told me I need to eat hea
lthy.”
While this was going on, Jake ordered his dinner and she felt guilty when she realized they were holding up Siobhan. Andrew turned to the waitress. “I’ll have the same thing that Gwen is going to have, but with blue cheese dressing. Thank you.”
Siobhan smiled at the men as she collected their menus but when she turned to Gwen, she gave her a little wink as if she knew what the men were doing to her. It seemed as if Siobhan was used to how the men treated their women around her. Perhaps Gwen needed to spend some time with the women that were involved in the ménages around here so she could get their take on how the men treated their women.
Sitting back against the black-and-white striped vinyl upholstered seat, looking down at the hands she had moved to her lap, she thought about how the men had taken over for her. Both men reached out and took one of her hands and pulled them to their laps. “We know what the doctor told you about eating healthier but you also need to eat something to help fill you up.” Jake was looking at her as he spoke.
Looking over at him, she saw the sincerity in his eyes. He was really concerned about her. Slowly moving her gaze over to Andrew, she saw the emotion mirrored there. How was she supposed to argue with them?
That wasn’t something she wanted to do.
“Eating a balanced diet will help your heart get healthy again, baby girl. You need protein and starches are good in moderation,” Andrew said with authority. Then his eyes twinkled and a sly smile appeared on his full lips. “Besides, once we start making love, you’ll get plenty of exercise.
Heat infused her face as she knew the blush covered her at his words. The tightness in her bra indicated her breasts were swelling with the thought of them stripping her of her clothes and loving her with their hands. The liquid that oozed from her pussy seemed to have gotten the two men’s attention as they breathed in deeply and then their eyes darkened. She had to wonder how they could smell her through the aroma of food that lingered throughout the restaurant and bar.
Nervously she tried to cross her legs under the table but two strong hands on her thighs kept them from moving. Jake leaned in closer to her, his mouth near her ear. “Don’t try to hide from us, darlin’. We can smell you and you smell delicious.”
