“Because you think you’ll scare me off?”
“Yeah. We wanted to take our time with you, and for you to have the romance…and the sexy stuff.”
He felt her hand on his arm. “Spencer, I think the three of you know more about romance and the sexy stuff than you give yourselves credit for. Maybe things have been fast-paced for us but I’ve felt romanced and cared for every step of the way. I just want to give back.” Her persuasive tone was demolishing his resolve.
“You don’t have to. We don’t expect that.”
“I know. To me that’s romantic. It doesn’t matter the setting. What counts is taking care of each other.” She pointed at the wide shoulder on the side of the road up ahead and said, “Pull over.”
“No. We’d be courting trouble, especially after what happened this afternoon at the store. Your neighbor is probably watching out for you to come home. With my luck a sheriff’s deputy will pull over behind us while we’re…busy. No.” God, please don’t let her ask again. I can’t resist her.
She reached out and slid her hand along the length of his aching dick and she whispered, “Pull over. I want to go down on you. Would it take very long?”
“I’m ashamed to say, no, it probably wouldn’t. Baby, I don’t want to embarrass myself with you like that.”
She clasped his cock gently in her hand and stroked down the length and he gritted his teeth, already feeling the gathering of release in his aching balls. “Pull over. I need to do this for you. Whether it takes two seconds or two minutes. Please, baby.” Glancing at her and seeing her earnest eyes was his undoing.
He pulled over. “Cody and Heath will know the minute I walk in the door.”
“Will they be mad?”
“No. Envious, and a little ticked because this wasn’t how we wanted things to go.” He released the seat belt and fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans as she unbuckled and came to him.
“I don’t want them mad at you but I’m not leaving you like this, not after what you did for me tonight. They’ll know?”
“They’ll see it in my eyes. I won’t lie to them…oh fuck, baby!” A lightning bolt of pure exhilaration seared him as she laved the head of his overly engorged cock, purred like a kitten, and sucked him in.
Hot shivers raced up and down his spine, centering in his balls as she licked, wetting him before she slid down until he bumped the back of her throat and sucked as she came back up, tonguing the underside and tightening her lips around him.
He stroked the back of her bobbing head and lifted her curls so he could watch his cock disappear over and over again between her rosy lips and slide in her hot, moist mouth. She made a purring sound and his heart pounded as the impending climax gathered strength, barely managing to warn her. “I’m gonna blow, baby. Let go if you don’t want to swallow. Your mouth’s so hot I can’t hold back!” His control shredded as brilliant waves of sensation overtook him.
She made another purring sound and kept sliding up and down his length and sucked on his head as the first scorching wave hit. His cum shot from his cock in hard spurts that seemed to go on and on as the climax barreled through him and left him light-headed. He could hear her gulping and swallowing and he groaned as he stroked her hair, feeling weak with relief.
She sat up with flushed cheeks, smiled at him, and licked a droplet of his cum from her lower lip. “Did I do okay?”
Waiting for sensation to return to his extremities, he chuckled and nodded. “Better than okay, baby. Thank you.”
“If it hurts for me then I can only imagine how much worse it must’ve felt for you.”
He stroked her shoulder and asked, “Did we leave you hanging?” He didn’t see how they could have. After coming so hard so many times, she’d likely fall into unconsciousness the moment her head hit her pillow later.
“Oh, no. Not at all. I was referring to past experiences. If guys get blue balls, I guess women get blue clit. It subsides faster but it’s not a pleasant feeling either.”
Spencer kissed her temple and then carefully put his cock away and zipped up, feeling tremendously relieved. He looked at her in the dim light of the truck dashboard. “We won’t do that to you, baby. You have to tell us if you’re ever not satisfied, and we’ll take care of you.”
Maizy nodded. “Just like I want to take care of you. Spencer?” She scooted closer to him, holding him mesmerized with the sweet honey color of her eyes. Her voice trembled as she swallowed and then whispered, “I love you.”
He held her close as his heart thumped, savoring her gift, and he cupped her jaw as he kissed her and whispered back, “I love you too, Maizy.”
Her smile glowed and she closed the short span between them and kissed him again, sliding her hot tongue against his in a sensual dance. He could taste himself on her tongue and he groaned as a lingering wave of ecstasy washed through him, loving that she was gutsy and bold enough to swallow his cum. When he released her lips, she said, “I enjoyed that. I worried that I might not be doing it well, but I liked it. I felt…”
“What, baby? You can tell me,” he said as he cupped her cheek. He wanted her to feel precious and to know he was grateful. His body tingled with the release and his muscles softened into melted butter.
Her cheek was warm as she rubbed it against his hand. “I felt powerful, to be able to do something for you that felt that good. Especially after what the three of you did for me tonight. I was filled with guilt for taking from all three of you and not giving back. You really don’t need to treat me like porcelain, you know?”
“That instinct is hard to overcome. We looked for you for a long time. Give it time. Buckle up, baby,” he added as he looked in the mirrors checking for vehicles. “Time to get you home, before Mrs. Simpson gets worried.”
“Mrs. Simms. And she’s a nice lady. She’s a little nosy but she likes me. If she sees that you make me happy, she’ll like you, too. I don’t think she ever liked Chaz.”
“Good. That makes me like her right back.”
She had her keys ready when he walked her to her front door and he murmured, “I’ll say good night right here, baby.”
Maizy nodded and smiled. “I’ll dream about you tonight.”
He hugged her, burying his nose in her fragrant hair, and murmured, “Same here.” She looked up at him with trusting eyes and he whispered, “I love you.” The words felt so damned good to say, more satisfying than he could imagine. Maybe that was because he could see his joy reflected in her sweet honey-colored eyes.
“I love you, too, Spencer.”
The ride home flew by and it was impossible to wipe the big grin from his face when he walked back into the house.
Heath came walking out from the bedrooms, rubbing his hair with a towel, having taken his second shower of the night. He took one look at Spencer and said, “I knew it!”
Cody stood up from the fridge where he’d bent down to get another beer and squinted at Spencer. His hair was damp as well. Both men looked much less tense and he had to assume they’d both rubbed one out in the shower, which is what he would’ve done.
Spencer smiled and held up his hands in surrender. “Maizy is very persuasive. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Damn.” Heath flopped down on the couch and started flicking through channels and then grinned. “I’ve got her all to myself tomorrow night, too.”
Cody slapped Spencer on the back and said, “She’s a giver. I wouldn’t be able to resist long either.”
Spencer laid back in the love seat and said, “She told me she really enjoyed doing that for me…and she meant it.” Heath and Cody nodded in agreement and lifted their beer bottles in toast to Maizy and then put them to their lips. “She swallows, too.” Both men choked and beer spewed on the coffee table and he said, “I’m not cleaning that up.”
Chapter Sixteen
Maizy’s students gasped in wonder when she answered the knock on her classroom door early on Monday morning. The school secretary
peeked in, and then stepped into the doorway with a large, colorful flower arrangement. In a singsong voice she said, “You have a delivery, Miss Owen.”
The fragrance of what looked like two dozen full-bodied roses in bloom, in shades of hot pink, orange, and bright yellow quickly filled the air. She smiled as she sniffed them, her cheeks feeling very hot as the school secretary watched her, curiosity obvious in her eyes and said, “I didn’t know you had a beau.”
Maizy could not believe the woman had brought that up in front of her students.
“Oooooooh! Miss Owen!”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Can I smell?”
“I would kiss my boyfriend if he sent me flowers!” Ruby squealed as they all crowded around to see.
“Yuck!” one of the boys crowed and then snickered when Ruby stuck her tongue out at him.
Maizy thanked the secretary and carried the arrangement in the squat, round vase to the desk and removed the cardholder. The rose stems were cut shorter and the blossoms were clustered closely together, giving an inverted bowl effect with just a touch of greenery around the edges.
She held the card in her hand as all the children sniffed the flowers. When she noted that the secretary still hovered, she placed the unopened card in her desk drawer. The suspense was killing her but she knew if she opened it the woman would ask. Chances were good the secretary or whoever had accepted the delivery had already looked at the card. As it was, she was sure she’d get grilled by whoever was in the teacher’s lounge when she went to get a cup of coffee at recess.
Looking a little disappointed, the woman excused herself when Maizy slid the drawer closed and called the children to their seats once more. She led the children in vowel drills, trying to focus on them instead. Her heart gave a little lurch every time she caught a whiff of the roses or thought of opening the card.
Three guesses who they’re from.
Unable to stand it until recess when her volunteer would come and march them to the playground out back, Maizy finished the drills and then allowed them to play in their centers. She smiled when she heard two of the little girls repeating the vowel drills to each other while they played with the dolls, betting that those were two of her “easy” readers. Reading skills just came easier to some.
She checked the time and her schedule and then sat down at her desk, with her hand on the drawer. Her mind was flooded with memories of the night before, of Heath teasing her, Cody cuddling her and then surprising her from her nap, and Spencer sucking on her toes. Heat crept up her neck as the sensations rushed back along with the memories and she fanned herself. Those men were potent. She quietly slid the drawer open. Her heart fluttered again as she slid the small card from the envelope.
You’re an amazing woman.
-S.C.H.
The roses were from all of them. She noted the initials and pondered the men’s hierarchy. Cody was undeniably the leader of the three of them, although no one in their right mind would ever view Heath and Spencer as subservient or second best. The order among them seemed natural…innate, and she recalled that Cody had mentioned that some of it had to do with having been raised in foster care. He’d said that Heath and Spencer were a year younger than him and had been smaller than him when they’d met. Had he always been the leader and protector? Having gotten to know Cody, it made sense.
Spencer’s initial was first on the card and that was probably by Cody’s suggestion, since he’d told her the night before that Spencer was her boyfriend as far as the public was concerned. That did not sit well with her, any of it. She knew Cody would probably care less whose initial was first but she viewed them as equals and wanted to give to them equally. It was a little frightening, but every time she pondered living life publicly in a ménage, with three men no less, she couldn’t see a future for herself as a teacher. She looked at her students, and around her classroom. A dull ache entered her chest because she knew how much she’d miss it.
The words her mother spoke to her at a low point in her college education, when she’d doubted that she would be able to finish her degree, came back to her. “You need to have faith in an outcome that you can’t see right now. This moment is the past even before I finish speaking it and this struggle you’re having might not make sense to you until you look back.”
Chuckling wryly, she wondered what the members of the high and mighty Frozen Chosen, as Lucy referred to them, would say if they knew she considered this a question of faith.
* * * *
Florida Georgia Line’s “Get Your Shine On” was playing on the radio as Spencer drove down Main Street on Monday. The humidity had been blown away during a short-lived storm that morning and he had the windows down, enjoying the all-too-brief respite from the cloying heat.
He’d risen before the sun was even up to work on the deck and had been glad for Heath and Cody’s help. In the brief moments where they’d chatted, Heath had suggested sending her flowers or something and Cody had agreed. Spencer hadn’t thought flowers were enough. Any guy could send flowers and he wanted her to see them differently.
After tossing a few ideas around, he’d left them to continue working and had taken a shower and gone into town. While he was in Divine, he’d gotten an idea. The library was his second to last stop before returning home to work some more.
Jayne Carter looked up from her seat at the check-out desk and smiled at him in surprise. The library was quiet and he noticed the other librarian, an older lady, peeking at him from the copy room behind the check-out desk.
Jayne had a large reference book open in front of her as she said, “Hi, Spencer. What brings you to my neck of the woods this morning?”
“Hi, Jayne.” He pointed at the large book in front of her and said, “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
She marked her place with a bookmark and laid the book aside. “Absolutely not. What can I do for you?” She rose from her seat and waved at the other librarian, who nodded then turned her smile on him. Surprising, since he was used to older people eyeing him with open suspicion because of his vividly tattooed arms.
Jayne came out from behind the desk and gave him a hug. Spencer was a little in awe of the town librarian. Even though cancer had stolen over a decade from her, she hadn’t let it defeat her. She was happily married to Seth Carter, whom he respected the hell out of, and had taken Seth’s toddler son under her wing as her very own when he’d been practically abandoned on Seth’s doorstep.
To top it all off, she had some gorgeous body art that rivaled anything he’d ever seen on a woman before. Jayne was so demure and understated and he never would’ve believed she had even a tiny tattoo if he hadn’t seen it at the Independence Day party that Grace had invited them to at the ranch earlier that summer. Seth was damned talented, and Spencer and the guys had gotten to see several of his pieces of work at the party, including Jayne’s.
“I—we need a suggestion from you.”
“Okay…a suggestion for a book? Something for you?”
“No. We decided to send Maizy some gifts this morning, at work.” Man, I hope we’re not being totally lame!
The smile spread instantly on Jayne’s face. “That’s so romantic.”
“I hope she thinks so.”
“I’ll bet she’ll be so happy. And I’m guessing you’d also like to send her a book?”
“Yes. I went to the bookstore, but I don’t know the lady who works there. She’s nice but…”
“Violet doesn’t know you or your situation.” At his nod, she said, “What have you gotten so far?”
“I sent her roses first thing. Then I went to Divine Drip to get a cup of coffee. Cassie had just finished some of those cupcakes she makes, you know—the really fancy decorated ones—and she had her son Joseph deliver one of those to Maizy in a pretty box with a bow. I thought she might like a book but I wasn’t sure which one to get for her.”
Jayne tilted her head and said, “Maizy is a lucky woman.”
Spe
ncer felt his cheeks flood with heat which felt so fucking weird he didn’t know what to say, so said nothing. She patted his biceps and said, “Come with me. I have the perfect book. I’ll show you, and then I’ll call Violet for you. Chances are that she’ll have it, and may even have a nice collector’s edition.”
He followed her into the British literature stacks and waited while she ran her fingertip down the shelf until she found what she wanted.
“Shakespeare?” he asked when she lovingly placed the volume in his hands.
“Yes.” She pointed at the book title. “Maizy studied British literature in college and I know she loves his sonnets.” She flipped to a page in the middle of the book, smiled, and pointed at it. “This one is her favorite. It’s very appropriate, I think.”
They’d been so busy romancing her, he felt bad for not knowing more about her life prior to meeting them. He might not be able to point to a college degree of his own but he wanted to know everything about her.
He tilted the book and looked at the back. “This won’t seem over the top coming from the three of us?”
“Not at all. Is everything going okay?”
“Yeah. Could I ask a question?”
“Sure, Spencer. Anything.”
“You and Seth are so different. You’re a librarian, and Seth is a tattoo artist. How do you…”
“Combine two such different backgrounds?” she asked empathetically.
“I think you’re also a mind reader. Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
Jayne let out a long sigh as she crossed her arms, looked down, and smiled. She pointed at the carpet and said, “This is the exact spot where I met my husband, a little over a year ago. He came in to look at art books, searching for inspiration.”
She stepped over to the bookshelves against the back wall and pulled out a large volume that, judging by the cover, was all about Japanese art. “He never saw me coming, and I tripped over his legs, and landed—splat—right in front of him. I’m not sure which one of us was more embarrassed. I was attracted to him from that moment, and it didn’t matter what he did for a living. If anything, maybe it made him even more attractive, not because he was rather exotic looking with all of his tattoos but because he was so different. I needed different in my life…very much. I see a similar dynamic between Maizy and you. It shouldn’t work, right?”
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