by A. J. Snyder
Owen fixes his dark-rimmed glasses, runs a hand through his haphazard hair and gives me a shy smile.
"Wow, Owen, you really did it," I say, walking up to him and planting a big kiss on his lips.
The rest of the guys catcall and whistle around us. And when I pull back, Owen looks stunned and even more disheveled.
"If I had known turning on the lights would earn me a kiss like that, I would have tried harder to get it done sooner," he says with a sexy, crooked grin.
Jack playfully ruffles his hair and slaps him on the back, nearly knocking his glasses right off his face. I bite back a chuckle as I watch the two of them interact. I think in a lot of ways Jack likes to think of Owen as the little brother he never had.
"Well, there's no way I'm sleeping now," Carter announces. "Poker?"
Usually he's the only one that wants to play, but tonight we're all wired and anxious to do something under real light instead of candlelight.
We play poker into the wee hours of the night, and it's nice to actually be able to see all my cards and everyone's tells.
For instance, Jack always frowns when he has a bad hand. Otherwise, his face stays solid like stone.
And the corner of Carter's mouth lifts in a sexy way when he's bluffing.
Lucas scratches his head when he has a bad hand and is ready to fold.
And Owen licks his lips when he's about to win the whole pot.
All of them are so different, and yet I love all of them equally the same. I never thought it would be possible to love four men at the same time.
But as we sit in our farmhouse kitchen, playing poker under bright lights with electricity buzzing all around us in an apocalyptic world, I begin to believe that anything is possible.
CHAPTER 22
TRINITY
THE GUYS TELL me the next morning to not come into the equipment barn because they're working on a surprise for me. I wish they wouldn't have told me that, though, because it only makes me even more curious to know what they're up to.
But I give them space…or at least try to anyway, only peeking towards the barn every few minutes or so while they work diligently on something inside.
When I finish with my chores that afternoon, I take a hot shower. The water feels so good running over my sore muscles. Life on the farm is no joke. I've been working muscles I didn't even know I had prior to arriving here.
After the shower, I dry off and step into Lucas's room. Laid out on the bed is a sundress, and I smile. He must have found it in one of the boxes of clothes. It's a little wrinkled, but it's so pretty that a wrinkle or two won't even matter.
I pull the soft material over my head and slip the spaghetti straps over my tanned shoulders. It's very pretty. The dress is white with pastel flowers all over it. The skirt of the dress hits mid-thigh, and it's flowy and flirty. I twirl a little bit in front of the large mirror on top of the old dresser.
I'm mid-twirl when I spot Lucas in the reflection behind me, standing in the doorway with a big grin on his face. His eyes lazily peruse my body until they come back up to meet mine. "You look beautiful, Trin."
I notice that he's dressed up as well in black pants and a button-down white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular forearms.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I tell him with a wink.
His grin widens, and he comes over to pull me into his arms. His lips instantly meet mine, and my knees go weak. He kisses me gently at first, but like always, our kiss turns heated.
He reluctantly pulls away with a groan. "Fuck, I told the guys I was coming to get you, but now I just want you all to myself."
I giggle at his words and place my palm against his warm cheek. His day-old stubble feels prickly against my skin. "There's always time for us…later," I say, motioning to the bed.
He bites his lower lip and shakes his head. "Naughty girl." In a swift motion, he turns me in his arms, captures my hand in his and twirls me out before pulling me back to him. Then, he slowly sways with me in his arms to music only he can hear in his head. "Save a dance for me tonight, okay?"
I liquefy at his words. If only we had some real music… It feels like ages since I've heard music.
He pulls away from me then and motions towards the door. "If we don't show up soon, they'll send Carter after us." When I walk past him, he swats me on the ass. Hard.
I look back at him and can't help but laugh at the devilish grin on his face. I don't know what the guys have planned for me tonight, but if this is a preview…then I'm in trouble.
Lucas and I walk hand in hand to the barn, and he only releases me to open the door. This barn is the one that Lucas, Carter and I had our first tryst together in, and I'm instantly flooded with sinful memories of our threesome that still makes me hot whenever I think about that day.
"I hope you're hungry," Lucas whispers in my ear.
"Famished," I answer.
This is the barn that is used for storing equipment, so I have no idea how we'd be eating dinner in here…unless it's on top of a tractor.
But when Lucas opens the door fully, I'm so taken aback that I'm speechless at the sight before me.
The barn has been cleaned up — the farm equipment moved to the back corner, and tiny, white Christmas lights strung up throughout the big space. A large table sits in the middle complete with placemats, a fancy table runner and fine china that they must have found somewhere in the house. There is a smorgasbord of food sitting in the center of the table — roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, even gravy and homemade biscuits. And best of all? Three bottles of wine.
My mouth waters instantly at the sight, and I still can't talk because I'm so overwhelmed that they went to all this trouble for me.
Tears fill my eyes as I look at each one of them. They're all cleaned up and dressed in the nicest clothes they own, and I place my palm over my heart that's threatening to jump right out of my chest.
"Uh-oh, she's speechless." Carter says. "I think we broke her."
I release a half sob, half chuckle and say, "This is wonderful. Thank you all so much…for all of this."
"Just wait 'til dessert," Carter says with a wink.
Dessert?
Before I can even ponder about what delicious concoction he came up with, Lucas guides me to the table. I take a seat, and then all of my guys do as well. We waste no time digging into the meal that tastes just as delicious as it looks.
As the guys talk about tonight's preparations, I realize each one of them had their own part in it. Lucas harvested the food; Carter cooked the meal; Jack moved the equipment and cleaned up; and Owen rigged the electricity to the barn. They all helped hanging the lights, which are twinkling high above us and creating our own version of an indoor night sky.
I take a sip of the wine that Carter says he found on one of their supply runs. "I've been saving it for a rainy day," he tells me.
Well, I'm glad he chose tonight to finally crack the bottles open. The wine tastes absolutely delicious, and I have to stop myself from downing it in one swig.
With our bellies full and our heads a little lightheaded from the alcohol, we relax back in our chairs and talk about life before the apocalypse for a while, reminiscing over fond memories of our loved ones and days spent not hiding in fear of the unknown.
When we reach the point of comfortable silence, Carter says, "Time for your next surprise."
I cock my head and watch as he walks over to an old boom box on a small table. And when he hits a few buttons and soft music begins to pour out of the speakers, I'm struck speechless again.
It's an old country tune, but to me it's the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. Jumping out of my seat, I run over to him excitedly.
He smiles down at me as I check out the radio. "Could only find some old country tapes and CDs. I was really looking forward to listening to some Def Leppard or Ozzy, but no such luck," he says with a frown.
I chuckle and trail my finger along the dusty boom box.
"This is…this is perfect," I say, beaming up at him.
"Dance with me, Trinity," he leans down to whisper into my ear, and it sends a shiver through me.
Pulling me into his arms, we sway gently to the music. It feels so weird to be doing something that was considered to be so normal back then.
"God, we really didn't know how good we had it before the apocalypse, did we?" I ask, my voice full of sadness.
"No. No, we didn't," he agrees, pulling me impossibly closer.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat in tune with the music. After a while, Jack cuts in, wanting to dance with me. I fall into his giant, muscular arms and have to hold back a laugh when I realize he's the only one wearing cut off sleeves because he couldn't find a nice dress shirt with sleeves big enough to hold all of his large muscles.
Jack holds me as if I'm made of glass, only confirming his title of being a giant teddy bear, and the warmth coming from his bare skin feels so good, warming me to my very core.
Next to cut in is Owen. He's unsure of how to hold me and then immediately confesses that he doesn't know how to dance. So, I decide to put him out of his misery and take over to lead, telling him to stop worrying so much and to just go with the flow. Eventually, he starts to relax from that stiff-as-a-board state he was in and actually begins enjoying himself, even leading me around our makeshift dance floor.
We dance to a few songs before I see Lucas in my periphery. He's been watching me dance with everyone else with longing written all over his face. When he finally tugs me into his arms, I look up at his handsome face and can't help but smile. "Now I know what you meant when you said earlier to save you a dance."
"I didn't want to ruin the surprise," he says softly. "Fuck, you look so beautiful tonight, Trin. Especially in that dress."
I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to me, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. He tastes like sweet wine, and I can't get enough.
Like all the other times we kiss, the world around us begins to melt, and we are the only two that exist in our own little bubble.
It isn't until I feel a warm body sliding up behind me that it hits me that we're not alone. Carter turns me so that my front is pressed up against him and my backside is pressed up against Lucas. And then, he gently grips my chin and tilts my head up so that my lips meet his in a soul-searing kiss.
While Carter devours me, Lucas's hands roam all over my body, my breasts, my hips, my ass before cupping my cheeks hard and pulling me tight up against him. The evidence of his arousal pushes deep into my backside, and I gasp loudly.
Carter's lips move over my jaw and then to my neck, licking and biting gently as I throw my head back to rest on Lucas's chest.
With me sandwiched between them, they have their way with me, grinding their thickening lengths against me while their hands wander over my body.
Suddenly, Carter grabs the hem of my dress and tugs it up my thighs. And with Lucas's help, they pull it up over my head.
With no bra or panties on, I'm completely bared to them. But I don't feel exposed.
I feel free.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Carter whispers against my neck before he lightly nips at my skin and then soothes the bite with his talented tongue. His mouth moves lower, trailing down my neck to my breast where he sucks on my pebbled nipple, taking it into his warm mouth and sucking until I'm aching with need.
While Carter's attention is on my breasts, Lucas's adept fingers dip between my legs, finding my already wet seam. He groans against my hair as he slips a finger inside of me, pumping in and out so slowly.
"All of us want you tonight, Trin," Lucas whispers into my ear. "But the question is…do you want all of us…all at the same time?"
I only hesitate a moment before I moan out a yes.
I hadn't really ever thought of having them all inside of me at the same time, but right now I'm so turned on that the idea of them all touching me, kissing me, licking me, fucking me that it almost sends me right into an orgasm.
Carter releases my nipple from his mouth with a pop and gazes up at me. "I think it's time for dessert," Carter says with a mischievous grin.
"Dessert?" I ask in a lust-induced fog.
"Oh, we're definitely hungry for that dessert. In fact, I'm practically starving."
When Carter leads me over to the table, which has now been cleared off thanks to Jack and Owen, I realize then that the dessert he promised might not be something to eat, after all. I think I'm the dessert.
Carter strips out of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest littered with tattoos. He rolls his shirt in his hands and then gently places it over my eyes, tying the sleeves in the back to create an improvised blindfold.
"Don't take it off, gorgeous," he whispers into my ear, sending a shiver through me.
I realize I'm standing naked before all four of my guys…who I can't even see at the moment.
Feeling self-conscious, I try to hide myself, but Carter takes my hands in his and scolds me by clicking his tongue. "You're too beautiful to hide. We all want to see you."
His hands gently guide me to the table behind us, and he coaxes me to lay face down. I press my front into the hard wood and turn my head to the side, my breaths coming out in rapid pants as I wait in anticipation for what will come next.
But my brain couldn't have even fathomed what happened next, because it's the most erotic and incredible thing I've ever experienced.
With a few strange sounds that sound like bottles opening and then the smell of strawberries wafting through the air, I feel the first pair of hands on me, followed closely behind by three more pairs.
A sweet-smelling oil is slickened over my entire backside as the hands massage the liquid into my skin. My muscles melt under their touch, and I try to pinpoint exactly whose hands are where on my body.
Jack is cocksure, no hesitation whatsoever, rubbing over my legs while Owen is hesitant but then steady as he massages my back. Carter's hands are calloused from all the work he does with his hands, so I feel him rubbing oil over my ass, squeezing my cheeks for good measure. And Lucas's are soft, gentle, teasing as he works my neck and arms.
They work the oil into every crack and crevice, and I can feel Carter's hands dip in between my legs, working against my clit. And then someone else begins to massage my back entrance, dipping an oiled fingertip into the forbidden place.
I gasp out loudly at the sensation. I've never taken a man there before. I've always been terrified of it hurting too badly.
"Have you ever let a man fuck you here before?" Lucas asks.
I shake my head, unable to say the words out loud.
But as Lucas's fingers prod inside of me as Carter works my clit, the sensation is incredible, and I find myself crying out, not for them to stop, but for more.
My body begins to quiver with need beneath their hands, and I can't even stop myself when I suddenly beg, "Please!"
Jack chuckles darkly at my plea. "Please what, Trinity?" he whispers by my ear.
"Please…fuck me," I plead, my voice needy and desperate with lust.
The hands suddenly stop their ministrations, and then I'm turned over onto my back and slid to the end of the table. My legs dangle over the edge before they're captured in someone's hands. The warm hands gently spread me apart, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I realize I'm wide open for everyone to see.
It should scare me. But I'm so turned on and my brain is so foggy with lust that I can't even think about anything other than feeling all of their hands on me again.
"I'm ready for my dessert now, Trinity," Carter says before diving in between my thighs like a starving man. His talented tongue laps furiously between my legs, driving me absolutely crazy with need.
As Carter devours me, someone cups my right breast before dragging his teeth against the stiff peak. I cry out at the combined sensations. And when someone else sucks my other nipple into his hot mouth, my back arches off the table from th
e overwhelming sense of being touched everywhere all at the same time.
With one of my senses dulled, the other ones seem to come alive. I feel everything — every little touch, every lick, pinch, bite.
I hear the table creak beside my head, and then someone stretches my arms above my head, his large hand shackling my wrists. A moment later, I feel the soft, warm skin of his rock-hard cock sliding across my lips.
"Open up for me, Trin," Lucas's rugged voice rasps.
My lips part, and my tongue darts out as I lick around his crown, earning me a low, primal groan that vibrates through my entire body.
Lucas slowly eases his fingers into my hair, holding me in place as he drives his cock into my wet mouth. I take him into my mouth, tasting his clean scent and loving the way his velvety steel feels against my tongue. I swallow deep, taking him as far as I can down my throat, gagging on his girth.
"That's my girl," he groans. "Everyone is watching you, Trin. You're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth."
My chest and cheeks flush instantly at his words, and I'm suddenly glad for the blindfold. I can see now the reasoning behind it as well. They wanted me to start off in a small pond before jumping into a lake. Too much too soon would have made me feel shy and vulnerable. But blocking off my sense of sight has opened my mind up to new possibilities. New possibilities involving all of my men…at the same time.
Carter's hot, wet tongue circles on the swollen little bundle of nerves, and I moan around Lucas's cock, trying not to scream.
"That's it, Trin," Lucas hisses. "Come for us."
That seems to fuel Carter on, because he wraps his hands around my hips, holding me in place as he devours me, licking me into oblivion. I cry out around Lucas's steel length, sucking him hard and shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over me again and again.
With my brain swimming in a fog of endorphins, I barely even notice when Lucas pulls his cock out of my mouth and the blindfold suddenly disappears.
Blinking up at the tiny lights strung up above me, my four guys all look down at me with greedy, lust-filled gazes as Carter says, "I hope you're ready for more."
