by Sadie May
We both nod. I am beginning to understand her skittishness. This guy hadn’t treated her very well. I wrap my arm around her as I look down into those gorgeous eyes. “Get dressed then we’ll go see what he wants.”
“Don’t,” she starts. “Don’t judge me too harshly and don’t hit him no matter what he says.”
“What?” I ask looking to Liam.
“I almost punched him already,” Liam crosses his arms then. “I’m not sure I can make that promise.”
She winces. “His father is a big shot lawyer. It will be way more trouble than it’s worth.”
I wink at her then. “Chloe, I won’t hit him if that’s what you want, but honestly, Liam and I have our own big shot lawyers.”
“Country club brats don’t scare us,” Liam growls looking rather formidable.
“How did you know he belonged to a country club?” Her eyes go wide.
“He smells like a country club brat. Looks like one too.”
She rolls her eyes but a little giggle escapes. “That sounds like stuff we used to chant on the playground.”
Liam wiggles his eyebrows. “That guy deserves a schoolyard beat down.”
She starts to pull clothes out her bag and I leave to get dressed. I can hear Liam softly talking to her, cracking jokes and making her laugh to ease her tension.
The three of us head down the stairs. Chloe’s hair is a damp mass that is probably soaking her shirt. Mine is still wet too and I know it will be obvious we were in the shower together.
Liam looks back at me. “You take the lead, man.”
I nod. Derek will likely assume that we are the couple. That’s fine. I am not here to enlighten him about anything.
Liam’s phone rings and he looks down and picks it up quickly. He stops and I press forward with Chloe wondering who could be so important that he would answer right now.
We step into the office and I nearly barf in my mouth. Liam and I are in faded jeans, tattoos down our arms and a day’s growth of beard. We’ve been a little too busy to shave.
This guy is in perfectly pressed khakis and a pink fucking oxford. I thought that shit went out in the eighties.
The office is tiny and he is standing less than three feet from us. “Chloe.” Her name on his lips does dangerous things to my insides. And I’m the calm one. It’s not just that another man is talking to her like he knows her. Because that in and of itself would piss me off. But worse is the way he makes her name sound like an insult.
Liam comes in behind me and I look down to see his phone is out and still on.
I feel Chloe wince. “What are you doing here, Derek?”
He gives us a cursory glance and I see him dismiss me like I am the hired help or something. Liam too. “I came to bring you home. Where you belong.” His sneer spreads wider. “Is this why you broke up with me? Needed to trash it up like your trashy mother?”
I hear someone on the other line gasp even as Chloe’s shoulders hunch. His words make me want to punch him but her pain overrides my anger and my hand touches her waist.
She straightens a little. “I would never go anywhere with you. Leave Derek. I didn’t want you in Baltimore and I don’t want you here.”
“For a girl trying to make it in this world, you’re pretty fucking stupid. I would marry you. You’d be my pretty eye candy and I’d be your meal ticket. But you’re too obtuse to see that.”
That’s it. I’m punching him.
Reaching over I grab a business card from the top drawer of my desk. It’s got the name of my lawyer and he’s about to need it.
That’s when he makes his move. He leans in grabs her arm, tugging her towards the door. Chloe tries to pull away, her gaze flying to mine. What kind of total fuck wad thinks he is getting her past us?
I grab her other arm as Liam steps in front of them, blocking the exit. “What the fuck?” Liam’s gaze is hard. “I’m gonna say this once, and once only. Take your hands off of her or I will be forced to make you. You’ve been warned.”
I can’t see Derek’s face but I hear the condescension in his voice. “Do you know who I am? You’ll get out of my way and you won’t touch me. My father will--”
Boom. Liam nails him straight in the face.
I spin Chloe away as Derek goes down. Blood is spurting from his nose in the most satisfying way. I wanted to punch him, but I’d actually made Chloe a promise and she’d mistakenly, I suppose, not forced Liam to make the same one. She’d learn soon enough. I grinned despite the situation.
Chloe looked at me horrified. Maybe I shouldn’t be grinning like that, but the guy deserved it. “Run up and get a towel and ice.” I give her a wink.
I don’t give two shits about first aid for this loser but we’re gonna have a little chat man to man.
She nods and starts running up the stairs. I think she thinks she’s going to do damage control. She’s afraid of this guy and what he might be able to do to us.
I turn to Derek then and grabbing him by the hair, lift him off the floor where he is moaning like the little spoiled cry baby he is. Dragging him a few feet, I toss him into my desk chair. “This is the card for our lawyer.” I have my face an inch from his. “Daddy can call and deal with him directly. But just in case you were wondering, and I’m guessing you are in no condition to read, it’s Patrick Shaneah.” I know he knows the name. Our lawyer makes his daddy look like small potatoes. But when you have a portfolio the size we do, you get some good legal advice to manage your affairs.
His eyes go wide and he tries to say something but his mouth doesn’t work quite right.
“Daddy will tell you that you are alone,” Liam starts. “While we have three witnesses who all saw you put your hands on a woman. You were then verbally warned to cease and desist before protective action had to be taken.”
I shake my head. Liam would know these things.
“You—you—you c-c-can’t…” Derek starts but stops.
“No,” I cut him off. “You can’t go anywhere near Chloe ever again.” I touch his nose, very gently but he still winces in agony. “If you do, we will make this look like a walk in the park.”
“Stop threatening him,” Chloe comes back down. She’s holding one of the crisp white towels from our bathroom and a bag of ice. She hands them both to Derek. “But just to be clear. I never want to see you again. Ever.”
I take out my phone and dial 911. As my head has cleared, I’ve realized a police report will strengthen our case.
Liam hands his phone to Chloe. “It’s your sister.”
She takes the phone from him and pulls it to her ear. Even I can hear Chelsea babbling as Chloe says hello.
I’m going to enjoy watching Derek bleed all over my floor until the police get here.
Chapter Nine
Six weeks later
Chloe
So, there is some little news and some big news in my life. And no, I’m not pregnant.
Liam is disappointed about that, actually, but I’ not ready. No matter how much I love both of them. And I do. Weird as it is, I am madly in love with two men. And we will start a family, but just not yet. First, I need to establish my career.
Liam and Noah came to Thanksgiving with my sister and her family. I’m not lying so Chelsea is trying to get used to the idea of me with two guys. It did help that she was totally wrong about Derek.
I did head back down to Baltimore for the last two weeks. Noah flew down with me since the bug wasn’t ready. He declared my apartment uninhabitable and had his lawyer get me out of the lease. It was so quick, even my head was spinning. I knew the place sucked so I shouldn’t be surprised that it was illegal to charge for that shit.
Noah was amazing. Instead of putting me down, he told me how proud of me he was for holding it all together to get through school. I know, pretty good guy, right?
Then he set us up in a hotel with all the amenities. For a week it was just me and him. It was nice but I missed Liam. When Noah had to return for the busines
s, Liam flew down and then Noah flew back up to New York.
I loved getting some one-on-one time with each of them but I like it best when it’s the three of us. With exams behind me, we were heading back up to New York so that I could start my new job and our life together.
Liam went to rent a truck but we realized all the stuff worth saving could fit into a van. Noah flew back down and our happy threesome climbed into the rental to drive back up to New York.
The difference in the trip from the one I’d made a few weeks ago was startling. We laughed, we told jokes, yeah, some of them were dirty. We took turns driving and we stayed in some amazing hotels. Including one in New York City, where the guys showed me some of their former haunts.
And over the last two weeks, I think we’ve realized that it probably isn’t going to work if I get my own place. It’s not that I don’t want to care of myself, it’s just that I would miss them.
Nothing is better than waking up between their rock hard bodies.
But their apartment is a little small for the long term so…we bought land.
Like fifty acres in upstate New York. It’s amazing and there is an old farmhouse on the property that we moved into. We’re going to live there while the new house gets built. I am excited about all the plans, but I actually love the old farmhouse we live in now. There’s history there, and love.
Yeah, I’m sappy like that. I started my new job too. It’s pretty amazing, though I’ve only just finished my first week.
When I get home on Friday, both guys are waiting for me by the door. Liam is holding the biggest bouquet of roses I’ve ever seen. Noah has carefully stacked containers of dinner and chocolates, for what is sure to make for a fantastic night in.
“We wanted to celebrate,” Noah grins at me. “You made it through your first week.”
I walk up to them and standing on tiptoe give each of them a kiss. “Thank you,” I murmur as I lead the way into our new kitchen. “Would you guys be terribly disappointed if I was hungry for something else?”
Liam gives me his wolfish grin as he catches me up in his arms and starts carrying me upstairs. Noah is right behind us and as Liam falls back onto the bed with me on top of him, Noah presses against my back, sandwiching me between their bodies.
The great thing about wearing scrubs is that they are off in a second. They barely stop kissing me and somehow we are all naked.
Liam pushes inside me and I groan at how good he feels. With Noah at my back, I have never felt more wrapped up, cared for.
I turn back to him. “I want to feel you too. I want both of you inside me.”
His eyes widen but then he is pushing inside my other hole. Slowly stretching me till I am so full, I want to explode from pleasure.
This was how it was meant to be.
We move together, slowly at first but then faster until my body is vibrating in pleasure, my muscles taut from the orgasm that is building.
I can feel them tensing, their breath ragged and I know we are all close. We explode together, colors lighting behind my lids as I scream their names.
Slowly we float back down and I am still pressed between them. Warm, safe, and exactly where I need to be.
Dirty Ride
Charlotte
Saturday night
Axle lifts his head from between my thighs, his defined features made even sharper by the light and shadows coming in through the tinted window of his limo. His breath is hot and warm against my inner thighs, my panties down around my ankles leaving my wet pussy bare and ready for him.
Don’t stop. I bite my lip to keep from begging.
This is crazy. This is lunacy. I can’t see his eyes in the shadows, but I catch a glimpse of his white teeth as he grins.
Oh God, I love that grin.
But then his best friend, Dyce, regains my full attention by shoving the straps of my dress down so my braless breasts are exposed for both of them to see. He lets out a growl that makes me shiver before lowering his head to suck on my nipple, reaching his other hand so he can cup and mold my other breast.
My head falls back as I moan, and I feel more than hear Axle’s soft laugh. Oh shit, every time he exhales his breath hits the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. It’s too much. Between the two of them I’m ready to come right then and there, without even being fucked.
I’m rapidly losing my battle with restraint and without even knowing I’m going to do it, I reach out, twining my fingers in Axle’s dark hair and tugging him forward to finish what he’s started.
“Please,” I whisper.
He nips my inner thigh as Dyce increases the intensity of his suction. I cry out at the sweet torture. “Please,” I say, louder this time.
“Please what, baby doll?” Axle asks.
I moan in answer, my hips jerking up automatically. Please touch me, please take your clothes off, please lick my pussy, please keep sucking my tits because it feels so fucking good, please… there was too much to list. I want it all from these guys. I want to see them—all of them—and I want to be seen.
Axle leans in even closer, spreading my thighs with his large, calloused palms until his lips just skim the lips of my pussy.
I’m holding both of them to me now and I hadn’t even realized it. I was fruitlessly tugging Axle closer with one hand while the other clutched Dyce to my breasts like I would never let him go.
I was a wild woman. A desperate, crazy, horny as hell wild woman. I don’t even recognize myself.
And I couldn’t care less.
I’m tired of being boring, predictable, uptight Charlotte. Besides, these guys have never asked for a commitment. This is all just for fun, right? They’d probably move on to some other poor unsuspecting woman next week, wooing her and seducing her and making her feel like this—like the sexiest, most desirable woman on the planet.
That thought makes me stiffen. I hate that fucking thought.
They both feel my sudden tension, apparently, because they pull away slightly, though never fully losing contact—Axle’s hands still hold my thighs firmly, and Dyce’s hands never leave my tits. But they move back enough to look at me.
Dyce lifts one hand to push my hair back. My perfectly coiffed hair had come down from its up-do ages ago and I hadn’t even realized. Shit. How long had we been making out in the back of this limo?
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Dyce’s voice is so low it’s practically a growl. I feel it all throughout my body, my lower belly clenching in response. Jesus, the guy rarely speaks but maybe that’s for the best. If all women responded to his low, husky voice like I did, he’d be batting them off with a stick. Every time he opened his mouth women would pounce.
Axle starts to lean back further and I feel his absence between my thighs keenly. No, don’t go! I’m so close. So fucking close. And it’s been so long. Sooo fucking long.
“If we’re moving too fast…” he starts.
I shake my head. Dammit. Why did I have to go and get all bent out shape over a stupid hypothetical woman who they may or may not seduce in some hypothetical time in the future?
Why? My inner voice mocks. Because you don’t know how to live in the moment. You don’t know how to do impulsive and carefree.
They’re both watching me now, waiting for me to speak. I lick my lips, my normally quick brain slow as molasses after the caresses and kisses that have left me panting for some sort of release.
I try to think rationally. I try to make a pros and cons list. I try to logically assess the situation… but really, I’m in the back of a limo making out with two sexy studs I’ve been fantasizing about for nearly a year. There was no basis of comparison here, nothing to compare and contrast, no facts on which to make a judgement call.
When push came to shove, it all came down to… feelings. Never my forte in the best of times, and right now? I have no idea what feelings I should trust.
Dyce straightens on the bench seat beside me, his touch turning infinitely tender as he moves his hands
up to cup my face. “You’re thinking too much, sweetheart.”
I blink into his aggressively masculine face—a face that’s rugged and scarred but that’s looking at me now with such gentle tenderness it makes my heart clench.
I feel a light kiss on my inner thigh, soft and sweet. Axle shifts back to better see me. “He’s right. You’re overthinking this. But that’s all right, we love that brain of yours. Isn’t that right, Dyce?”
Dyce gives me a sexy lopsided grin in response.
I can feel them backing away from me, giving me the time and space they think I need.
No!
Something primal and instinctive came to life inside me, and it’s screaming bloody murder at their retreat. That wild woman is alive and kicking… and I like it.
“Don’t stop.” I surprise myself as much as them with my husky whisper. It hadn’t been me talking, it had been her. That part of myself I barely recognize. The part of me that had been relegated to slipping a hand under the blankets at night to ease the tension, the part of me that had spent months dreaming about doing something just like this but had never imagined it could actually come true.
But now it was here—the fantasy come to life.
After a moment of obvious shock, they quickly burst into action, their lips and their hands devouring me as I moan and writhe beneath their torturous touches. Axle gently nips at my thigh as Dyce pinches my nipples, kissing my neck and whispering deliciously sinful words in my ear.
Then Axle finally, finally touches my aching pussy, his mouth clamping over my wet heat as his tongue licks and thrusts and drives me over the edge of sanity.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Dyce whispers in my ear as his best friend fucks me with his tongue. “Do you think you can take us both tonight?”
I gasp for air, all logic long forgotten as Axle’s mouth and Dyce’s words speak directly to the primal part of me that has been craving this for longer than I can remember. Did I think I could fuck these two men tonight?
