by Lane Hart
"You two are stressing me the hell out."
I smiled. "Sorry baby. Hopefully this will get easier."
"God, I hope so. But I do like having you both around again," she said.
"Lauren, you're killing us. Just decide already," Caleb told her.
She covered her face and at that moment I wasn't sure if she knew yet.
"Look, I can't take you both looking at me with sad puppy dog eyes, and having to hurt one of you face-to-face every night. I'm going to take a shower then I'm going to bed. Wherever the hell that is. Goodnight." Then she left us sitting there like losers.
"Feeling lucky tonight?" Caleb asked me, and I had to laugh at his double entendre.
"Not particularly, but what are the stakes?"
"Loser buys her flowers and sends them with the other's name on them."
"That's fucked up but it benefits her either way so I'll take it," I agreed.
Caleb reached across the coffee table to shake on it but then I thought of a catch.
"Loser can only say something simple and nice in the card. If you win, no putting down, "I'm a dickhead but I still love you Lauren" or "I know Caleb is better in the sack but I hope I'm not all bad with my small cock."
He laughed but held out his hand. "Fine. It's not like I'll be buying them anyway."
"We'll see," I told him as I shook his hand.
I finally stood up from the couch, stiff and sore after so many hours sitting, popped a pain pill, and then headed to bed. I was almost asleep when the bedroom door creaked opened and then closed again. Lauren climbed into bed and curled up on my uninjured right side.
I leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I love you baby."
"I love you too Tyler," she said softly before kissing across my chest and getting comfortable against me.
"Hey Lauren?"
"Yeah?"
"What's your favorite kind of flower?" I’d been a sorry ass boyfriend. I should’ve bought her flowers before now.
“Why?”
“Just wondering.”
She was quiet for a minute before she finally answered. “I’ve always liked pictures of sunflowers but I’ve never actually seen a real one before. They just look so bright and happy, you know?”
“Yeah they do. Goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight.”
…
The next morning I got up and made Lauren pancakes while she was getting ready for class. She'd already ate and left when Caleb shuffled into the kitchen, looking like shit.
"Don't even start," he said.
"If you'll agree to send her sunflowers you can have the rest of the pancakes," I told him.
"Deal," he said before reaching for a plate and stacking the last three pancakes on it. After he sat down and took a few bites he smirked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"It was awfully quiet in here last night."
"Shut the fuck up, loser. I'm a cripple and she doesn't want to hurt me. Besides, after fucking her several times a day, almost every single day for nine weeks, I don't have anything to prove."
"Touché."
"So do you think she's just trying to be fair by alternating every night?" I asked.
"Knowing her? Probably. Least likely to hurt one of our feelings even more. I can't really complain, although how the hell will she decide if she stays fair?"
"I know. Maybe she's trying to give us both a fair chance at first, just like we asked her to do."
"Yeah. So do you regret agreeing to this yet?" he asked.
"Yesterday, hell yeah. Today, no. I don’t want her to have any doubts."
"I'll never regret it, because whatever happens at least I had a second chance."
"Are we stupid or what for doing this?"
"Maybe, but she's worth it," he said with a shrug.
"Yeah, she is.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lauren
I had a hard time concentrating in biology class. My mind was on two gorgeous men and which bed I'd end up in tonight. I'd planned to alternate and have equal time with them both. It would also create a schedule we'd know in advance so there wouldn't be any nail biting, freaking out episodes like last night. Yeah, that's what we should do. I'd tell them tonight so they will maybe relax a little. At least they hadn't hit each other again.
God, this was crazy. I was a selfish bitch to do this to them, but they made me happier than I'd ever been. Staying with them felt like a real home for the first time in my life, and being able to sleep with them both was too good to refuse. I was actually surprised at myself when I realized I couldn't say I wanted to be with Tyler without a shred of doubt. I loved him, but I was pretty sure I loved Caleb too.
I was still turning everything over in my mind when I came home from school that afternoon, and almost walked right by the vase of flowers before I noticed them. Not just any flowers, but a bouquet of big, bright, beautiful sunflowers. I smiled and ran my hands over the yellow petals and leaned down to smell them. The little card sticking up in the middle had my name typed across it, so I pulled it free and unfolded it to the message on the inside.
"Always thinking of you, even when you're not with me. Love, Tyler."
Damn it, I'd gotten all sappy. My eyes watered at the amazingly sweet gesture of that man. No one had ever bought me flowers before.
I found Tyler in his bed, working on his laptop.
"Hey baby," he said with a smile when he looked up and saw me.
"Hey. The flowers are beautiful, thank you," I told him with a smile before I leaned down for a kiss. Tyler's right hand came up to hold my face to his.
When he pulled back he looked at me a second, frowning before he said, "The flowers are from Caleb too. He didn't put his name on the card but I thought you should know."
"Oh. That's … unexpected. The two of you are picking out flowers together for me? That's really sweet."
"Better than killing each other, I guess."
"So how are you feeling?" I asked him, looking him over. His shirt was off, like usual, baring his sexy chest and abs and the big bandage over his shoulder. The light blue striped pajama bottoms he was wearing made his tan summer skin look even darker.
"I feel really good. I haven't had a pain pill since last night. Just taking regular ibuprofen today and getting back to normal."
"Do you feel good enough for me to thank you for the flowers?" I asked, biting my bottom lip suggestively as my hand slid down his uninjured thigh.
He grabbed my hand and rubbed it over his erection. "I think I can handle a few types of thank you. Was there one in particular you had in mind?"
"I'm pretty sure the appropriate thank you for flowers is a blow job."
"Then baby, I'll buy you flowers every goddamn day," he said with a smile before pulling my lips to his again. After our tongues had swirled against each other for several minutes he pulled away.
"Can I make a request?" he asked.
"What's that?" I asked, climbing over him to sit on his right side while he put his laptop away on the nightstand.
"Will you do it naked?"
"I think that could be arranged," I told him, pulling my shirt over my head and undoing my bra.
"God yes."
I had to stand up to shimmy out of my jeans and panties, then I crawled back up the bed. Gently and slowly I pulled down Tyler's bottoms and boxers. His erection sprang up eager and ready. I wasn't sure he'd be feeling "up" for sex yet, but there was no doubt that wasn't a problem.
Keeping my body on his right side I leaned down, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and used my tongue to lick around the tip.
"Holy fuck that feels good," he moaned.
"Let me know if I hurt you okay?" I told him, still worried about the incision covered by a big bandage on his left thigh.
He smiled and reached down to brush the curtain of hair from the side of my face. "You're not going to hurt me baby."
I smiled back at him and held his eyes as I covered him with my m
outh. His eyes closed as his head tipped back against the headboard and his lips formed an 'O'.
Just watching his reaction was building the pressure between my legs and making me wet. I leaned over to swirl my tongue around him a few times, moving up and down before taking him down as far as he'd go. My hand stroked him as my mouth moved up and down his length.
"God Lauren. That’s … oh shit that's good."
I needed relief between my own legs, so I slid my fingers down to ease the pressure, getting me closer and closer right along with Tyler. My orgasm hit me before his and I moaned around his cock through the ripples of pleasure. He groaned and lost it then, the warm cum pulsing down my throat. He didn't even warn me, because he knew I never stopped unless he wanted to hold off for intercourse. I wasn't going to chance hurting his thigh or shoulder this soon after surgery, so swallow it was.
"No shit. Flowers … every day. I'll buy you … a fucking greenhouse."
I laughed as I raised up from him, licking my lips.
"Come here baby. That was … fuck. Thank you."
I laughed again as I curled up to his side, laying my head on his thick muscled chest, and rubbing a hand down his sexy stomach.
"Thank you for the flowers. I really like them."
"I can tell," he chuckled as he raised his hips and pulled his bottoms and boxers back up. "Damn it, now I'm about to pass out."
"I could use a nap," I told him.
"Good," he laughed. "You got yourself off too, didn't you?"
"Maybe," I responded and felt my cheeks burning.
"Don't be embarrassed. I like watching."
"I prefer when you do it though."
"Me too baby," he chuckled.
…
I woke curled up to Tyler in the dark. Damn it, we'd been asleep for hours. I heard Caleb moving around in the kitchen or living room, which was probably what woke me up. Tyler was still asleep and I stretched up to kiss his cheek.
"Morning," he said with a smile, his eyes still closed.
"Morning. But it's actually seven-thirty at night."
"Shit. That was a really good nap."
I laughed. "Yeah it was."
I threw the covers back and was climbing out of bed when I looked up to see Caleb in Tyler's doorway.
"Hey Caleb." I wasn't going to be embarrassed that he'd found me naked in Tyler's room. Or feel guilty. I stood up and walked over to him, standing on my tippy toes to give him a quick kiss on his lips. "Thank you for the flowers," I told him before turning around to find my clothes, then decided I might as well just put on my pajamas.
"You told her?" Caleb asked Tyler, still standing frozen in the doorway.
"Not the whole story."
"What's the whole story?" I asked as I grabbed a tank top and shorts from one of the drawers Tyler had cleared out for me to use.
"Nothing," they both said at the same time. I looked back and forth between them to try and figure out what was going on.
"She really liked the flowers," Tyler told Caleb.
"Good."
"Yeah, I told her she'd get flowers every day for the way she said thank you."
"Oh," Caleb said with a frown.
"Don't worry Caleb, I'll thank you thoroughly tonight." That made him smile, but then I cringed at the hurt look on Tyler's face before he tried to hide it. "So, I was thinking we'd just alternate nights so everyone knows what to expect and all."
"Sure," Caleb said right away.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Tyler said. "But eventually you're going to have to make decisions Lauren."
I finished pulling up my shorts and turned around to see them both watching me. "I know, just give me some time, okay?"
They nodded and agreed, Caleb heading back into the kitchen and Tyler climbing out of bed. "So what do think about ordering pizza tonight?" I asked him.
"Yeah that sounds good. See what Caleb wants on it. He'll probably say pepperonis only."
He was actually thinking about Caleb, and wanted to include him. Maybe this could work.
"What?" he asked, when he noticed me staring at him.
"Nothing. It's just nice of you to include him."
"I'm trying."
"Yeah you are. Thank you."
I left his room to look for Caleb. His head was in the refrigerator, probably looking for something to eat.
"Hey Caleb, we're going to call in a pizza if you want some."
He looked up with his lopsided grin. "Hell yes. Pepperoni?"
"Sure."
I found the number and put in the order, then grabbed my bookbag to do some homework in the living room. Tyler and Caleb did their own thing, trying to be quiet for my sake, which was almost as sweet as the flowers.
When the pizza finally came, Caleb brought me a slice on a plate and a bottle of Diet Coke, and Tyler turned on Ridiculousness because he knew I liked having the nonsense in the background. It was so … domesticated, that I almost cried.
"You guys are the best, you know that?"
"Yep," they both said in unison.
Two hours later I was finally finished with homework and was ready for bed. Tyler had already gone to his room without displaying even a hint of grumpiness, but Caleb had stayed up in the living room to keep me company.
"You ready for bed? I still owe you a thank you blow job." The words barely left my mouth before he grabbed me up in his arms and headed for his bedroom. "I usually wouldn't admit it, but the whole caveman thing is pretty hot."
"You like being manhandled, and I like handling you," he said before throwing me onto the bed. "Now, take your clothes off," he ordered, and instead of being offended it turned me on even more.
"What if I don't? Will you punish me?" I asked and he stopped halfway through pulling his shirt off.
"Fuck yes. If you want to play sweetheart, we can play."
"What do you want to do to me?" I asked, my heart racing, and my sex throbbing in anticipation.
"How do you feel about being restrained with handcuffs?" he asked, stripping off the rest of his clothes.
"Um, I think that'd work. Yeah, let's do that."
A huge grin broke out across his face, like it was Christmas morning and I had given him exactly what he'd wanted.
"But I'm not going to make it easy on you," I told him, crawling off the bed as far away from him as possible.
"Oh it is so fucking on. The things I'm going to do to you … um-mm. You better get ready."
"I'm definitely wet and ready for you."
He groaned, then dug through a bedside table, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. They were silver metal ones that looked pretty damn real.
"You do have a key for those right?"
"Oh course. And if I can't find mine Tyler probably has a set."
"Probably?"
"Kidding sweetheart," he said, holding up the tiny keys, and I relaxed knowing I wouldn't be stuck in them forever.
Before I could blink he shot across the room to the other side of the bed where I was standing, pinning me to the wall. I tried, unsuccessfully, to fight him, and a minute later my hands were cuffed in front of me.
"Now you're mine to do whatever I want with," Caleb said against my ear, holding both cuffed wrists above my head on the wall. His other hand tugged my shorts and panties down to the floor, then went up the front of my tank top. He pulled my top up over my head, using it to trap my arms even more.
His palms cupped and kneaded my breasts, then worked their way to my hips before caressing down my thighs. His erection was long, hard and ready pressing against my stomach, as his fingers grazed my sex before penetrating me. I moaned when he started moving his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit.
"If I make you come like this will you get on your knees for me?" he whispered against my ear. I nodded as my breath became more labored. The orgasm was so close…I was right on the edge. Caleb ground his erection into me, pushing me tight against the wall, while his fingers continued to stroke me. I came screaming, m
y knees going weak and giving out, and instead of holding me up he let my wrists go then he guided me down to the floor.
Before the pulsations between my legs stopped I went up on my knees and opened my mouth for him. Caleb held himself with one hand and grabbed the back of my head with the other. He wasn’t forceful at all, only light and gentle as he rubbed his hand through my hair, letting me set the pace and depth.
I licked and teased him, treating him with the same enthusiasm as I had Tyler. Size wise he and Caleb were both well endowed, with Caleb maybe a little longer while Tyler was a little thicker. I didn't have a preference, they both felt really fucking good in me.
"Stop, oh hell, stop sweetheart. Let me come inside you," he said as he stepped back, pulling away from me.
I was breathing faster, aroused beyond belief, and ready for him to take me. I stood up on wobbly legs and climbed on the bed while he grabbed a condom and rolled it on himself.
"Oh no you don’t. I want you over here," he said, running his hands over the top of his dresser. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and laid it over the rough edge, then wasted no time grabbing me and pushing me face first down on it. Spreading my legs apart he eased himself in once before pulling back and slamming into me.
I cried out his name so he'd know it wasn't pain I was feeling. Only pleasure. So much pleasure as his fingers dug into my hips and he thrust into me over and over. I felt trapped under him with my hands restrained and his weight on top of me, but it felt so fucking good.
"Still okay?" he asked.
"Fuck yes," I moaned, and he chuckled while continuing his rhythm. His hand reached down between my legs to hit the spot that sent me spiraling into another orgasm.
"Ohmygod Caleb! Don’t stop!"
A few thrusts later he followed, cursing and moaning through his own orgasm before collapsing on top of me.
My lungs were trying to keep up as I laid there sweaty and spent.
"Shit!" Caleb exclaimed above me.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I should have gone down on you while you were cuffed. Fuck."
I laughed underneath him. "Next time, and I promise I won't let you forget."
