by Sadie May
Chapter Two
Liam
I watch the sway of that ass as she retreats up the stairs to her room and my dick swells. Like it hasn’t been rock hard since the moment I laid eyes on her waving at us from the side of the road. Her looks are beautiful in that all American sweet way and her body is absolutely killer. The tits, the ass, the tiny waist and longs legs. God, I need to feel those wrapped around me. I need to feel her in the worst way.
Noah and I have come across a lot of girls who are willing to take on two guys, and one who was willing to do it on a regular basis. Actually more than one probably wanted to, but Darla was the only girl Noah and I ever agreed might work.
Don’t ask me why we share, I couldn’t fuckin’ tell you. We did it once, for the thrill I guess but it was so much better, in every way. Hotter, deeper, easier. I don’t know. So now that’s our thing.
But Chloe. I’m not so sure that’s her thing. She has this innocence. Maybe it’s just the whole stranded on the side of the road situation that makes her feel more fragile, but I don’t want to push too hard.
I look at Noah as I walk out of the inn and I don’t have to ask, he’s thinking the same thing.
“We’ll take her to the pub for dinner,” I say as I climb on my bike.
He nods, “See if she really is as sweet as she seems.”
“Here’s the thing,” I say taking a breath. “I don’t know if she’s willing to be with both of us together, both of us individually, one of us, or neither of us. And I know we have a pact that we only do this together but…”
“Your dick is taking over and it wants her?” He gives me a grin. “Mine too. Bad.”
I return the grin. Glad we are on the same page. “We’ll just have to convince her that two guys is twice the fun.”
He winks. “Lucky for us, we’ve got a few days to do the convincing. It’ll take us at least three to get her car done.”
Revving up my engine, I start to turn the bike when I feel eyes on me. Glancing up, I see her looking out the window at us, her silky hair cascading around her shoulders. My little man jumps again. Man I hope it doesn’t take three days to persuade her.
Driving the bikes across the street, we park them out front. I’m trying not to look again, to check the window. I’m fighting off the caveman urge to bust through her door, and take her without another word.
I see Noah glance back and he tightens. She’s watching all right.
“How’d she feel?” I gotta ask.
“Like heaven,” he growls. “That woman should always be pressed against me.” Reaching into his saddlebag, he pulls out the part we’d gone chasing in the first place. We should go back and work on the custom bike that’s due to its new owner in a few weeks but instead Noah drops the piece in the shop and grabs the keys for the Beetle. Darla loved vintage Volkswagen’s and we’d bought it for her. We were gonna fix it up. But she split before we had the chance.
It was always meant to be for a woman and I like the idea that Chloe’s going to get it.
We no more get the Beetle set up in the bay, couldn’t get it started, had to pop the clutch and push it in, when Jim shows up with her car.
I step out to greet him when I see her leaving the inn to cross the street. Jim sees her too and his goddamn tongue is hanging out of his mouth. “Damn,” he whistles.
“Put your eyes back in your fuckin’ head,” I warn as I step in front of him and block his view. I’ve got to pull my shit together, I am already getting possessive.
She crosses the street and gives me a smile that lights her entire face. “I never thought I would be so happy to see my old clunker. Thank you so much.”
I want to pull her in my arms but I wink instead. “No trouble at all, baby girl.” She has almost reached me and I put out my hand to her. She slips her delicate fingers into my grasp without a moment’s hesitation and heat sizzles where we touch. I pull her to the side so Jim can get out of the truck and unhook her car. Noah comes to her other side, and I see his hand rest on the small of her back. He’s feeling as possessive as I am, I can tell.
Jim gives the three of us a long look before he flips the hydraulics to lower the car. That’s when my phone rings.
I pull it from my pocket and squint at the number. I don’t recognize it but Chloe’s other hand touches my wrist. Fuck, even that light touch feels amazing. “It’s my sister.”
I hand her the phone and point to the office. I hear her say, “Hey,” as she steps through the door.
Jim gives me the eye as soon as she is out of sight. “That chick is fucking hot.” He straightens with a smirk. “Which one of you is giving her the one eye?” His grin is lecherous and I know he’s asking if we both are. It wasn’t a secret that we were both dating Darla. We grew up here and after living in New York City for a decade we wanted to come back. We’d made enough contacts that we could run our business but I sometimes wondered if we’d made the right choice. Darla hated it, she was a city girl at heart, and the dating pool is pretty slim.
“Mind your own business,” Noah growls. And I make a note, that’s twice Jim has been warned. One more time and I am going to have to kick his ass.
Jim shrugs. “It’s a hundred bucks for the tow.”
“No,” I say. “It’s free. You owe us for fixing up your truck when it broke down.”
Jim’s eyebrows go up. “You’re using your favors for her, huh? She must be an even better piece of--”
I’ve got him by the greasy collar before he can finish. “That is enough.”
He gives a small nod, the message finally sinking in, so I let him go. He climbs in the truck and drives off just as Chloe comes back out. “I didn’t pay him,” she says as she watches the truck drive away.
Noah is next to her again, his large hand wrapping around the curve of her hip. “He owed us a favor. No payment required.”
She looks wary instead of relieved. “If I were counting, that would be a lot of favors you’ve given me.”
I take her hand again, wanting to touch her. “Well, add one more. We’re taking you to the pub for dinner.”
“Pub?” She quirks an eyebrow.
“It’s in the basement of the inn. Don’t get too excited,” Noah adds with a wink and a grin.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Then she looks between the two of us. “But I could use a drink. It’s been a helluva day.”
I laugh and I hear Noah chuckling too. She’s right. Alcohol is exactly what this situation needs.
Chapter Three
Chloe
I shouldn’t drink. It will lower my inhibitions. The only time I almost hooked up with a guy, I’d had a few too many. My roommate had interrupted and we’d lost the moment. But I wasn’t sure I wanted inhibitions now. My plan was to see which one of them seemed more interested. And then sleep with that one. It was slutty, I knew that. But it had been so long since I’d been really fucked and I was vibrating I was so hot for them. I was just past caring. Besides, I’d leave this town in few days and never see it again. Or them.
This could be my last college fling. And man was it a hot one.
We walk into the pub and Margie is behind the bar. How many jobs does that woman have? I tell them to order me a beer and then head for the ladies room. But I’ve only just made it through the door when she’s behind me.
“Is everything OK?” I ask as she stops directly in front of me.
She gives me a curt nod. “Woman to woman I have to warn you about those two.”
Shit, this is what I had been afraid of. “They’re serial killers aren’t they?”
That actually makes straight-faced Margie laugh. “Not that I know of but they did share a girlfriend. They’re deviants.”
I blink. Deviants? Shared a girlfriend? “Like share share? All in bed at the same time?”
“How should I know?” She shrugs. “I try to mind my own business. I wasn’t too happy when they moved in, bikes are loud. But they keep it between appropriate hours and they
’ve helped me out a time or two.” She steps a little closer. “But I see them looking at you and I thought you should know.”
I guess they really did make a habit of helping. “Thanks for the warning,” I say. But it doesn’t feel like a warning. More like a gift. And suddenly I am wondering how I can convince them to share me. Time to make my sex fantasy a reality. Which oddly, doesn’t scare me at all. It only excites me.
I brush my hair back in the mirror and reach into my purse for my lip gloss.
As I step back out into the restaurant, their eyes find me immediately. It’s like they are touching me, their gazes are so intense. Taking a breath, I cross the room to rejoin them. We are in this cute little round booth in the corner and Noah stands to take my hand and help me in. It also means that I am now sandwiched between them, their knees pressed against both of mine. When did knees become so hot?
Our beers arrive and we order. I don’t even know what I asked for, I am so distracted. And the silence that has fallen is starting to make me nervous. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s cause of what Margie told me but I start babbling to fill it. “So how do you like living here? Seems like a nice town.”
“We grew up here,” Noah starts. “Lived in the city for a while but it got old.”
But Liam takes over. “We came back because we’d built enough of a reputation that customers come to us.”
“It’s way cheaper up here,” Noah adds.
I nod my head, pinging back and forth between the two of them. “Cheap is good,” I finally manage to say then take a swig of my beer. “Maybe I will look around my sister’s town. She says there are some nursing jobs and I could use the experience and the chance to save some money.”
“Is that what you’re studying?” Noah asks.
“Yeah,” I answer. “It’s amazing and I love it but it’s taken every penny I could earn to pay for tuition. Actually, there have been a couple semesters I just couldn’t pay for four classes. It’s why I am finishing my last two this fall.” And I live in a shitty apartment and I have no friends because I spend all my free time studying or working. And because Derek hated them. He said they were two lowbrow. The asshole.
Noah reaches under the table and gives my knee a sympathetic squeeze. “It will all be worth it, I’m sure.”
I blink, trying to keep track of what we are talking about. “I hope so,” I whisper softly. “I have no idea how I am going to pay you back for the car.”
Liam’s hand rests on my other leg. “There is no paying us back,” he murmurs close to my ear. “If you take a job up here, you are required to come visit us and hang out.”
Noah gives me a wink. “We don’t get to hang out with stunning honey-haired girls very often.”
He thinks I’m stunning? But I can’t even formulate a response because their hands are moving up my thighs. If they touch my pussy, either of them, I’ll orgasm in this restaurant in front of everyone.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, I am spared the public orgasm because our food arrives and their hands are back on the table as they dig into their burgers.
And I’d ordered a salad. Damn.
Before I know it, they devour the burgers and throw cash down on the table. I’ve barely touched my food, I’m too nervous.
Noah grimaces at my plate as he takes my hand to help me out of the booth. I take it, slightly disappointed the night is over already. But as we reach the door, his hand wraps around my waist again and he leans down to whisper, “How ‘bout we get another drink somewhere more private?”
I nod, excitement and nerves buzzing through my body. Would it be completely inappropriate if I asked them to lick the drink off of me?
Chapter Four
Liam
I’ve spent far too much time watching that ass from behind. I need to touch it. Noah’s taken the lead and honestly, it’s a good choice. He comes off less aggressive then I would and I know that Chloe has never been in a threesome before. She needs his softer touch.
But I want to touch her in the worst way. And then, as we hit the parking lot, she looks back and reaches her hand out to me. Noah still has his arm wrapped around her waist and I see his eyebrows go up but I can’t look at him. I’m looking at her. The pouty lips, the soft doe eyes, silky hair swinging down her back.
I don’t even think, I slip my hand into hers and the three of us cross the street linked together. We head around the building and Noah unwraps his hand from her waist to grasp her other hand as we climb the stairs single file. Our apartment is up above the shop. We’ve been talking about buying a house but without a woman, it just hadn’t felt right.
Noah opens the door we hadn’t bothered to lock and the three of us walk into our living room. It’s small but we keep it clean and the furniture is all new. A parting gift from Darla. She liked to shop.
As Noah flicks on the light, I watch Chloe’s eyes take it in. “Great place.”
I laugh, it’s cute of her to say. “It’s a bachelor pad for sure. But thank you.”
I see her head dip and her cheeks turn pink. “You should see my place. All my money goes to tuition and I--” she stops, her cheeks getting even pinker.
“Nobody helps you?” Noah asks. It makes me want to protect her.
She shrugs. “My mom is remarried. My sister has kids. I don’t know my dad.”
It’s like Noah and I have the same reaction. We’re pressing against her like we can shield her from what’s clearly been a tough time. “I’m so sorry, baby girl. Everyone needs help.”
But my words have the opposite effect of what I intended, or maybe it’s the fact that we’re pressing against her. “I can pay you back.”
And then she slips her jacket of her shoulders. Tossing it on the couch, she pulls her t-shirt up over her head.
For a split second I can’t think, can’t speak, as her torso is revealed. Her breasts are perfect. Like apples being held up by her bra. Her stomach is flat with just a hint of muscle. Feminine and pretty, I’d like to kiss my way down it. Her waist is tiny and her jeans are barely hanging on to the flare of her hips. And then it clicks. This is how she plans to pay us back. Jesus.
“Put your shirt back on,” I growl.
“What?” It’s Noah who asks. And I look over at him, to see his eyes slightly glazed by lust. He hasn’t caught on.
I step up to her and grab the shirt out her hand. “Have you ever used sex to pay a guy back before?” As tempted as I am by her body, I won’t take part in that.
Her eyes are huge as she looks up at me, and I see tears glistening in them. “No, of course not. I just thought…”
“What did you think?” I try to soften my growl. I still want this woman but not like this. Not if she thinks she has to do it. I want her to want it.
“You’re giving me so much. I thought… and Margie said you liked to share, and I figured you’d want this.” Her words are tripping all over themselves.
Damn. She looks scarred shitless now. And, honestly, I’m still holding her shirt. I meant to put it back on her but now I am completely captivated by her cleavage. “Have you ever been with two men?”
“No,” she whispers. “I haven’t really dated much. I’m so busy.”
Noah is next to me now and he pulls her up against his chest. “Listen, sweetheart.” His hands slide up to cup her cheeks. This is why we’re a good team. She needs him. “Liam and I would probably each sell a nut to have you in our bed but we aren’t buying you. We’ll fix your car whether you sleep with us or not.”
I see her relax into him, relief making her near limp. “Oh, thank God,” she breathes. Then she turns to me. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. I misunderstood and I know you must think I am total whore but I have no money and no way to even get home.”
I step close to her then. My hand trailing down the length of that hair. “I don’t think that about you at all.” I can’t help it. I lean in and softly take her lips with mine. They are so pliant and giving that I nearly groan at how good it
is. “I don’t want you think that we expect payment. We just wanted to help you.”
As I raise my head, Noah leans down and takes her mouth in a similar kiss. As he lifts his head, he says, “But now that your shirt is off…”
We all chuckle and I slide behind her running my hands along her stomach coming up to cup her breasts. Jesus they are perfect. I can’t wait to feel them without a bra.
Noah’s hands are cupping her ass and his mouth is devouring hers in a long kiss. I start blazing a trail down her neck, her skin is like nectar, so sweet and delicious. As I continue kissing down her spine, one of my hands leaves her amazing tit to unclasp her bra. I hear it give and nearly grown aloud. I want to see her naked so bad, I ache.
Pushing the straps down her arms, I get two handfuls of her juicy flesh, her nipples pert against my palms. I hear her moan into Noah’s mouth and I can’t take it. Ripping off my own shirt, I spin her around to plunder her lips with my tongue. Yeah, it sounds a little caveman but I want her so bad. Her arms twine around my neck and I pull her close the feel of our skin pressed together making me insane with desire.
Noah is undressing, I hear him, and then he is tugging at her clothes.
My tongue sweeps into the honey pot of her mouth and she tastes so good my cock throbs begging for release.
It’s like she hears it because her hands untwine from my neck and pull at the button of my jeans. Undoing the zipper, she hooks her thumb in my waistband and suddenly my cock is free, springing out between our bodies. I pull her close and my head rubs against her bush, the soft friction making me throb with need.
Noah drops to his knees and parts her ass cheeks, his tongue darting between her legs. She jerks and moans and then I feel her legs buckle. Catching her up in arms, I wrap one of my hands around her thigh, propping her leg around my waist. Not only am I holding her but I am giving Noah better access. I am rewarded with her breathy moans and clutching hands as he works her into a frenzy. Her head falls back and her eyes are glazed. It’s fucking beautiful.
