“I don’t think so,” Zack shook his head, before glancing in Shannon’s direction. “I’m staying unless she tells me to go.”
Not in this instance.
“Listen, you don’t have any game here. I’ve staked my claim.”
Whoa, wait the hell there. When do they get to decide what happens in her life? She went to stand, and the room swirled around her.
“You don’t have anything I don’t have,” Zack said, his voice starting to echo. “I can take care of her just as well as you.”
“I own you.” The finger came out again, and she imagined Zack grabbing ahold of it and bending it backward. He did nothing of the sort. “Sure you make a good living, but I pay your salary.”
Ouch.
“At least I work for mine.”
“Now wait just a minute,” she protested, “don’t I have any say in this negotiation?”
“No,” they both said in unison. “Yes.”
“Jinx, someone owes someone else a Coke,” she attempted to joke. Neither of them laughed.
“Well hell.”
For only having two glasses of wine, the room sure was twirling. While Shannon didn’t drink much on a regular basis, she’d never had this type of reaction before. Everything blurred out, and she fought to focus.
“Are you all right?” Zack asked. His brow furrowed together, and she wanted to reach up and smooth out his forehead.
“Fine. Just fine.” But she felt anything but fine. Admitting the truth would be embarrassing. She knew she hadn’t drank too much, but would they see the same story?
The floor tilted like someone had climbed beneath it, and lifted the tile under one side. Or like when an earthquake hit and threw everything off-kilter. Except no one else seemed to be effected, and Shannon didn’t see the chandelier swaying.
A firm hand took her elbow. “Why don’t we get into bed,” Tommy said. “You don’t look like you feel very good. You don’t look like yourself.”
Lifting her hand, she tried to push him away to assure him she was fine, and the tilting room completely keeled ever. The only thing keeping her afloat was the two strong men on either side.
“Sorry hon, in this case, the asshole may be right. Looks like you’ve had a bit too much, on an empty stomach, and you need to get into bed.”
Into bed. That’s how this whole fucking mess started. She’d always joked that it would be impossible to choose between the two of them. Combined, they made the perfect mate. Apart, well they still were pretty damn good but they each had their flaws.
“I’m not ready to go to sleep.” Her words sounded slurred, and she tried to focus on what was happening, but the room swayed, and everything blacked out.
Sunday
“Do you remember the one time after our Homecoming loss?” Zack asked. “You made me feel better then.”
A pounding crescendo played in her head. Thump. Thump. Thump. She fought to open her eyes, only to shut them against the awful glare. More slowly, she focused on the two men near her bedside.
“Look who’s awake,” Tommy said, leaning toward her. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I tied one on last night.” She winced at the sound of her voice. “But I don’t remember drinking that much.”
Zack held a fizzing glass under her nose. The refreshing scent of grapefruit wafted up. “Here’s a vitamin drink. Should help get your electrodes back in order faster.”
“Miracle hangover cure?” she asked. “I’ll try anything.”
Drinking slowly but steadily, she drank the concoction, and fluffed up the pillows to sit up a bit more. “Have you guys made up yet? What were you two arguing about that woke me up? Something about the Homecoming game?”
Shannon looked from one man, over to Tommy. His eyes widened ever so slightly, and he shook his head no. What the hell was he worried about?
“Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?” the football star reached out to hold Tommy’s chin, rubbing his thumb along the strong jawline. “I have.”
Tommy sagged his shoulders and sunk his head into his hands. “Awww, man,” he mumbled. “Why do you have to push me?”
“Because if this is going to work, the three of us, then we have to be honest. I’m tired of running and hiding, and I think you are too. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have invited us both to be here. I can handle the will and all the legal arrangements without living in the same house as you.”
This time when Tommy lifted his head, his eyes were moist. He wiped away the tears that were fighting to spill over. His exhalation seemed to take the remaining fight out of him.
“You know with my dad things were complicated. I could never …” he paused, glancing between the two of them.
Shannon knew all too well what his father thought of her. She wasn’t good enough for his son, but that didn’t stop dear old daddy from propositioning her one night when he got drunk. That’s the last time she’d seen him before leaving for college. After the incident, she made sure to meet Tommy outside of the house.
“Be with who I wanted,” Tommy finally finished. “He had all these ideals of who he wanted me to be, and I never fit into them. I might have tried, but it wasn’t me. So I rebelled. I didn’t get involved with the business like he would have wanted. I partied, but always with the crowd he approved of.”
“It’s all right,” Shannon said, taking his hand. “I know he never cared for me. I was never pretty enough or rich enough. He could forgive one or the other. Zack, on the other hand…”
Zack’s laugh cut off her admission. “If he only knew I was the one corrupting his son.”
There it was again. The innuendo.
“Isn’t that what he wanted though?” she asked. “For you to hook him up with all the hot cheerleaders.”
A groan escaped from Tommy. He stood, and paced the room. “It was him,” he said, turning to point at Zack, “and you. Both of you, don’t you see it. I never wanted anyone else.” His voice trailed off into a whisper. “Only you two.”
The meaning behind his words sunk in. I knew there’d always been something unspoken between us. More so than with Zack. Both were out of my league – or so I thought – for different reasons. But Zack, the more confident she grew, Shannon knew they could have a tumble in the hay if she wanted it. He may walk away and never look back, but he’d be willing.
With Tommy, though, it was like there was a barrier between them. They were close, as close as friends could be, but they never crossed the line. They never flirted. Shannon always thought he shared his father’s opinion, or he wouldn’t be willing to risk everything for her.
Now that barrier was gone, and here they all were. Convenient.
“You two?” she asked. “What do you mean? You two have been together?”
“Yes,” Tommy answered first. “Years ago. After the Homecoming game, Zack came back here, and things happened.”
“You sucked my cock,” Zack announced, “and you liked it as proven by how you came against me.”
“Ahhh. I never knew. I never guessed,” Shannon said. “How could? Have you ever been with another man?”
They looked toward each other and shrugged. “No,” Tommy said. “I never wanted to. I thought about it. Wondered if maybe I was gay, but no one else ever interested me.”
“I’m that good,” Zack said, leaning back and feigning cracking his knuckles. “I ruin everyone else for women and men.”
“Shut up.” Tommy socked him in the arm. “We’re being serious. You’re the one who wanted to drag all this up. Now what?”
His answer didn’t come in the form of more words. Over the years, Shannon had watched Zack countless times, particularly when he wasn’t aware of it. On the field, he moved with determination and practiced skill. While working over papers, he concentrated with his entire being. Now was no different.
In one quick movement, he stood, grabbed the fidgeting Tommy and pinned his arms to his side. He brought his face super close to the
other man’s, and stared – lips inches apart.
“It’s your decision. Are you going to stop me?”
Tommy crossed the final threshold. They kissed. No zero to sixty in thirty seconds. It was full on lip lock, as if all the passion they’d been holding back went into that kiss. Watching them excited her. God they were so fucking hot. With a growl, Zack moved one of his hands from Tommy’s side to hold onto his hip, and he ground his pelvis into the other man. She knew all too well what his cock felt like pressed up against her. Would she ever feel him inside her? Something tightened in the base of Shannon’s stomach. What did this mean for her? More than anything, she wanted them to be happy, but she’d been hoping. For what? Some happiness for herself? She slipped out of bed, grabbing a robe that had been left at the edge, and let them have their privacy.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Zack said.
Tommy’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes looked more alive, on fire, than she’d ever seen them before. He’d left his lips open, as if waiting for Zack’s tongue to return. “Shannon?”
A knot lodged in the base of her throat. “I’m glad you two worked things out.” Her voice cracked. “I’ll just get out of your way.”
“How can you be so dense?” Zack said, reaching out to grab her arm. “We don’t want you to go anywhere. We want you here. With us.”
Tommy nodded his head. “This wouldn’t be the same without you. Don’t you want to be with us?”
With us?
She didn’t need more time to grasp what they meant. She knew. A ménage a trois. She’d been there three days, and they were asking for a threesome.
The question was: could she do it?
Her sex answered before her mind. It became flushed, engorged with desire. The thought of being with the two of them enticed her more than she could have imagined. She wanted them – like she shouldn’t. Two men at once? Anal? The thought turned her on, and she’d always been afraid to let anyone know for fear of what they would think of her.
Dirty girl.
Oh yes, she was. She was ready to cross the line, step over the edge, give in to the desires. And they seemed more than willing to help her.
On the outside, she may appear to be the prim and proper personal assistant to the billionaire, but inside she wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be stretched, taken, forced into debauchery. All the hang-ups and what-ifs stripped from her defenses. And she wanted it now. With them.
Fuck waiting until the right time. Guess what, there never would be the perfect moment. Who said now wasn’t it? Instead it was up to them to make their own memories. Perfect or imperfect.
She opened her mouth to respond, and then closed it again. She’d never been one to be vocal in the bedroom. She nodded, once.
“Was that a yes?” Zack asked. He stepped closer. “You know the new California consent law. Yes means yes. And I think we want to hear you say it.”
Warmth spread up her chest, neck and her face. He was going to make her say it.
“Looks like someone might be embarrassed by her own desires,” Tommy said. He circled toward the opposite side as Zack as if she was their prey, and they were honing in. She monitored their movements, tracking them on one side and the other. Anticipation cranked up her pulse rate, and her breathing increased.
“You sure seem interested in what we’re doing,” Zack said. “We can stop right here, right now. We don’t have to do anything else.” He held up his hands in surrender, and feigned a turn to the side.
“No, please,” she said.
Her voice stopped his movement, and he turned back toward her. He raised his eyebrows, and a “yes?” gesture.
Maybe it would be easier if she didn’t have to see them. She closed her eyes. “Yes, I want you. Both of you. Now.”
Before she realized what was happening, she heard movement – quick. A thick piece of black satin wrapped around her eyes, blocking out all sight.
“What?” She reached for the material, and one of them close to her ear tsked her hands away.
“Maybe not seeing what we’re doing will make it easier on you.”
That was Zack. He may be able to block her view, but she knew his tenor anywhere. He walked her backward, against the bed. Someone took the robe from her hands.
“Climb up,” he ordered.
Cool air brushed against her chest, and she realized that someone was unbuttoning her nightgown. Button by button, exposing her skin to their eyes, while she couldn’t see them. “Wait. Who undressed me?”
The bed shifted under the weight of someone next to her. “We both did,” Zack said, “and I promise we didn’t look – much.”
“Perfect,” one of them said, and then hands pushed the nightgown over her shoulders and off, before cupping her breasts.
Skin on skin. With her visual sense on hiatus, Shannon’s awareness of touch flared. By the stubble of his goatee, she knew it as Zack when he rubbed it across the tender flesh of her cleavage, causing her to quiver. He dipped lower, hands resting on her inner thighs. He twirled a wetness, probing into her belly button. His tongue? She moaned, pushing away the fears and anticipating the next stroke.
A whisper of movement caressed her hair, butterfly soft.
“Tommy, is that you?”
Warm breath against her neck, her ear lobe. He hummed against her skin, letting her feel the vibrations. “Hey baby, just relax. We have you.”
Oh, and did they. Not yet, but soon enough.
After so many years of knowing them, and never expecting her fantasies to come true, the act of having sex with them became more intimate. She’d been with other men, but these were her men.
Fingers on her inner thighs slipped off her underwear and coaxed her legs apart. She strained upward, as if to see who was there. Old habits. More hands massaged her shoulders, guiding her back down against the pillows, soothing, comforting and tantalizing.
Lips trailed a path on her leg, lifting, along the back of her knee. He hooked it over his shoulder, and then the other one. A puff of air blew against her pussy. A bristle of hair tickled and she sucked in oxygen. Strong fingers parted her labia and a mouth sucked on her inner thigh, nipping at the end.
They were playing with her, but she wasn’t about to complain.
One finger entered her, and then two. She arched her back. “Oh yes, lick me.” Somehow not being able to see them, gave her the freedom to let go.
“Here?” Tommy asked, and a mouth sucked at her nipple. Teeth scrapped at the tip. At that moment, a tongue plunged into her pussy, flicking upward against her clit. She squirmed and strong hands held her steady.
“Get her good and ready for us Zack. Make her come.”
The pleasure of two men, two mouths and four hands took over. One teased her nipples, applying the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive nubs. The other finger fucked her, and stretched her. And through it all, she wanted more. Deeper and harder.
Something brushed against her lips, and she opened her mouth. Thick and smooth, it must be Tommy’s cock. Not knowing for sure, pushed her over the edge, and she came, hard, screaming around the member deep in her throat.
The bed shifted and both men retreated.
“You are so fucking hot,” Zack said, lying against her side.
His hard cock pressed up against her side, and she grabbed it. “You’re not getting away this time.”
“Don’t worry baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He removed the blindfold and she blinked against the bright sunlight. “How are you feeling? Ready for more.”
“You know it. But I think someone feels left out.”
They both looked over at Tommy.
* * * *
Arms above his head, Tommy grasped the headboard. Shannon maneuvered to rest between his knees, his cock jutted up before her, and she was about to play homage. As soon as she touched the soft flesh, he sucked in.
She gripped him tighter. “Like that, do you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Then I’m sure you’re going to like this even more.”
With a slow, wide stroke, she licked the head of his cock, letting her lips suck on the top, massaging him. She stroked him, but kept her mouth only at the end.
After a few moments, he thrust his hips up, pushing his cock farther into her mouth.
She pulled off. “Is there something you want?”
“Stop teasing me.”
In retaliation, she sunk down as far as she could go, engulfing his cock in one long movement until the tip tapped the back of her throat.
“Fuck me,” Tommy said.
“I think that’s the plan,” Zack said from behind her.
She started to turn to see where he was, but he stopped her with a sharp smack on her ass.
“Owww,” she mumbled around a mouthful of cock.
“You keep sucking him, and I’ll take care of you.” He slid his fingers back into her, getting her pussy so wet it made sucking sounds. “I don’t think you need more foreplay.”
He stopped, making her feel all empty again, and she felt something pushing at her ass. The feel of the slight pressure from his thumb penetrating her increased the excitement, and she deep throated Tommy even faster.
“Mmmm, I think you’re ready to take me back here,” Zack said. “Why don’t I break you in first, before I try out Tommy’s ass later.”
Tommy must have liked the idea because his cock grew even harder. Mouth full, she couldn’t protest.
Zack moved away for a moment, and she heard the sound of a bottle opening. Warm liquid dripped down the crack of her ass, and he used a finger to lube her. He stretched her with one, and then two fingers before positioning his cock against her.
“If you want some of this pussy, Tommy, you better get up here. I’m not going to wait.” He tossed a condom onto the bed, and ripped open another foil packet. “You guide me. How much can you take?”
“Are you good with this?” Tommy asked, pulling out of her mouth, and suiting up himself.
“Oh God yes,” she replied.
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