Trusting Chance [Fate Harbor] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “Sounds like the shot has taken effect,” Sam said as he let his knuckles drift down the side of her cheek.

  “Yeah, I’m feeling floaty. I don’t hurt more now.” Josie knew she was probably grinning like an idiot, but whether it was the drugs, or having these two men taking care of her and lying in bed on either side of her, she didn’t care. “Can we have our talk now?”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sam said. He trailed his fingers across her lips, and she kissed them. She loved the texture of his fingertips.

  “I disagree, Sam, I think now is the perfect time to have our little talk. I want to hear what Zee’s objections are, when she’ll probably tell us the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.” Josie felt Chance’s fingers trail down her arm to clasp her hand. She held on as tight as she could, but she had a feeling that with the drugs in her system, it wasn’t all that tight.

  “Chance, you’re out of line. We’ll talk tomorrow,” Sam said in that deep, dark, dominant voice that spoke directly to Josie’s pussy every time he used it.

  “Sam, shud up.” Josie tried to put her hand over Sam’s mouth. When she realized that hand was occupied, she used her other hand to cover Sam’s mouth. She saw his lips twitch with a smile.

  “I wanna do this talk now. I wanted to do this talk when I came over here, but I was scared, and Chance is right, I was probably going to prevabate, prebericate…” she trailed off.

  “Prevaricate?” Chance supplied.

  “Not be totally truthful,” Josie said. “Well, fuck it. I’m full of good drugs, and I’m just going to say it like it is. You guys are out of your goddamn minds. Look at me. I’m the most boring woman in the world. I’ve had to work most of my life just to make sure social services didn’t take Sarah and Becca away from me. No dating for Josie, ’cause I had to live an exemply, emplery…”

  “Exemplary?” Chance once again supplied with a smile.

  “No, a really boring, sexless life!” Josie explained. “I made sure that when I finally had a boyfriend he had a good job, and led a good life, and would be interested in marriage.” Josie didn’t notice the look that passed between the two men. “I don’t know why he asked me out to begin with, because all he wanted to do was change me. He didn’t like how I dressed, he said I was a fat cow, and we could only make love with the lights off, because my body disgusted him.”

  “Zee!”

  “Shud up, Chance! I’m talking.”

  “Baby, you can’t believe—” Sam began.

  “You, too, Sam. I’m going to finish what I have to say, before I pass out from this rather specular, spetular, spectaculous shot you gave me.”

  Josie waited, and both men nodded, Chance wisely choosing not to correct any more of her pronunciations, and then she continued. “So here I am, overweight, with hardly any sexual experience to provide, and I have two guys who say they are interested in me. Fine, but these are two men who are intelligence, gorgeous, caringly…and the strawberry on top is that, they say they want to share me for the afternoon. So I came over here, thinking this could be the afternoon experience that I could have to take with me to my grave. You know, the one that I could take out and fondly remember forever and ever and ever and ever. But guys, I can’t do it. I like and admire you both too much, and I know me. I can’t have sex and not be involved emotionally. If I’m involved emotionally, I’ll get hurt and then we can’t be friends, and it will be awkward between us and I don’t want that. So, as much as I wanted hot, kinky sex this afternoon with the two hottest guys in the world, I guess I am going to pass.” Josie hadn’t been looking at them at all during her entire speech. Instead she kept focusing on the rainbow prisms on the far wall. She waited for them to respond. After a minute of silence had come and gone, she peeked over at Sam. She was surprised to see that he looked sad. She had been expecting angry, or at the very least frustrated. When she slid her glance to Chance, there was the anger she had been expecting. Seeing that expression, she struggled to get up, and then the room began to spin, and there were rainbows everywhere.

  “Zee.” She felt hands behind her head, guiding her back to the pillow. Someone pulled the icepack out from beneath her.

  “She needs to sleep now, brother. It’s for the best, because if she said one more thing, I might throttle her.” How could Sam be talking about choking her in such a gentle tone of voice? Josie wondered as she fell asleep.

  Chapter 9

  “Josie, can you wake up for a moment?” It felt like lead weights were attached to her lids, but finally she was able to open her eyes. She saw Sam leaning over her. “Baby, I’ve been alternating ice and heat packs, but now you’re burning up. I need to get you out of your dress.” Josie looked around. The room seemed kind of familiar. She vaguely remembered Chance carrying her here after their early dinner.

  “Why didn’t you take me home?” she asked sleepily.

  “If I’d been hurting that badly, would you have let me be alone, baby?” Sam asked.

  Josie didn’t even have to think, she just shook her head. “Same goes, Josie, I care about you, so I’m going to take care of you when you need it.” He helped her to sit up, and pushed three more pillows behind her. He unzipped the back of her black dress, and then lowered it down her arms. When the dress pooled at her waist he pushed her back into a reclining position against the pillows and then pulled the dress over her hips and down her legs, taking care to not move her back.

  He left the comforter at the end of the bed and looked at her nylon-clad legs, with her silver-and-black corset. “Let’s take off the nylons, then I can apply the heating pad again and you can get more rest.” Sam’s hands went to the tops of her nylons, but Josie grabbed both of his wrists.

  “No, you can’t.”

  “Honey, you’ll burn up. Just let me get these off, then the heating pad.” Josie dug her nails into his wrists, embarrassed.

  “I’m not wearing panties.” Sam’s gaze shot down to the opaque hose, and then looked back up at her.

  “I like the fact that you came over here without wearing panties. It could have only been better if you had done that while wearing a garter belt and stockings. Why didn’t you wear panties, baby?”

  “Panty lines underneath the dress,” Josie whispered.

  “What about a thong?” Sam whispered in return.

  “I don’t think they make them in my size,” she said ruefully.

  “Josie, you feel pretty pain free after a session of yoga, right?” Josie nodded her head, wondering where this was going. “I mean, you feel pretty loose, and able to move well, and ready for the day,” Sam surmised.

  “That’s the reason I do the yoga, I like it a lot more than physical therapy.”

  “Well, okay, then,” Sam said satisfied. “After your next private yoga session at the lake, you’re coming over here, you’re going to get into the downward dog pose, and receive five spanks for disparaging the body of the woman that I care about.” Laughter burst out. It felt so good after the pain and the tension, and Josie felt wonderful.

  “Sam, that’s fantastic, you almost had me going.” Josie was smiling brightly when Chance sauntered into the room.

  “What’s all the laughter about?” he asked, his eyes hungrily taking in Josie’s half-dressed state.

  “Our little Josie is laughing because she thought I was kidding when I told her I’m going to spank her ass, for saying her butt is too big to fit into a thong.” Josie watched in amazement as Chance’s eyes went from twinkling to outrage in an instant.

  “I thought you were just going to put on the heating pad, and we were going to wait a couple of hours before we had any more big talks.” Chance ran his hand through his blond hair in agitation, looking down at Josie.

  “Look, Chance, I was just trying to get her comfortable, she was burning up. I wanted her out of the dress and nylons before I put the heating pad on her back. When I realized she’s not wearing panties underneath her nylons, somehow she managed to
say her ass is too big for thong underwear. I’m going to find her old boyfriend and fucking beat the shit out of him.” During Sam’s entire enraged tirade to Chance, he was tracing circles on the front of her nylon panel, driving Josie insane. She didn’t need a heating pad, she needed a fire extinguisher.

  “Get her out of the nylons,” Chance instructed.

  “What?” Josie knew her voice had just raised an octave, but neither man seemed to be listening to her. Sam reached up to the waistband of her nylons, and began the slow and, to Josie’s mind, awkward process of pulling down the support hose. God, she hated how her hips and thighs seemed to expand outward as the lingerie was pulled down her body, but then she heard the gasp from Chance and she looked up to see his enraptured expression.

  “I know, right?” Sam looked over his shoulder at his friend. “Just wait until you actually sink your fingers into these hips. When your face is buried beneath these plump thighs, you’re going to think you’ve died and gone to heaven.” Sam continued to pull the nylons off, until Josie was lying propped up on the pillows wearing only her silver-and-black corset.

  “Take that off, too, Sam.”

  “I can’t, can I, baby?” Sam asked.

  “I need it for support right now.” Josie agreed with Sam. At Chance’s confused expression she continued. “I normally don’t wear my brace or corsets to bed or to do yoga, but after compressing the nerve like I did earlier, I need to keep the disks in place, so I need to keep the corset on to keep the constriction applied.” Josie watched as Chance wet his lips. She could see him turning over what she had said in his mind.

  “Which vertebrae were injured, Zee?” Sam asked. He motioned Chance to the bed, and Josie watched as he knelt down at the end of the bed. “Answer me, Josie,” Sam demanded sharply.

  “The ones in the middle of my back.”

  “So not the ones near your pelvis?” She shook her head, unable to form words.

  “Do your breasts require constriction, Zee?” How could green eyes seem to be so full of heat? “Answer me, Zee.”

  “No.”

  “Chance, lift her breasts out of the top of her corset.” Josie’s gaze swung to see that Chance had crawled up to sit on the other side of her. She was surrounded, and she hadn’t even realized it.

  “I thought we were going to talk first,” Chance said, as he gently lifted her right breast out of the top cup of her corset.

  “Change of plans, we’re going to talk during. You up for that?” Chance lifted her left breast and then bent down and suckled the tip into his mouth. As Josie started to lift up in order to get closer, Sam’s hands were at her ribcage, holding her gently against the pillows.

  “In order to keep you safe, to keep you from injuring yourself, to get you to understand just how wonderful you are, it looks like it is going to require two men, Josie. What do you think of that?” Sam asked.

  If Chance’s mouth was causing her to lose her mind, then Sam’s words were causing her to lose her heart. With a reluctant pop, Chance released her engorged nipple and moved lower on the bed as Sam moved upward. “You better wrap your head around the fact that this is going to be a hell of a lot longer than just an afternoon and evening. I don’t know where this is going to end up, Josie, but I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you. Now spread your legs.” Josie and Sam both laughed at the sound of a command coming from Chance’s lips. Frowning, he took matters into his own hands, and parted Josie’s knees.

  When Chance had both of Josie’s legs draped over his shoulders, he took just a moment to take in the feminine lushness in front of him, before he bent down to start arousing the woman who meant so much to him. There was only a hint of desire when he started, and he wasn’t surprised, all things considered, so he stroked softly and languidly, taking time to start Josie on a journey with he and Sam. Before his tongue could even touch her clit, he felt a rush of juice warm his tongue and he looked up to see Sam kissing Josie, his fingers riffling through her glossy black mane. Their dark heads looked so right together, sharing such an ardent kiss.

  Chance gripped Josie’s fleshy outer lips and spread them wide so that he could see the glistening pink of her pussy, and then he licked into her entrance, the taste of her honey causing his gut to clench with desire. Everything from Josie’s bright red toes, to her dark pink cunt, to her midnight hair made him hard. He moved his thumbs down, parting the globes of her ass, so that he could lick down further, to the tight rosette of her anus. She jerked hard, but he and Sam held her tight, and he softly rimmed the untried flesh, murmuring sounds of approval. Josie continued to make small jerks as if to escape his attentions, but Chance was having none of that. He couldn’t help but notice that her arousal was now weeping from her slit. He shifted his thumb and gathered some of the moisture, and brought it to her back entrance, circling it round and round.

  Chance suddenly felt her hand in his hair, clenching at him, and mewls came from her throat. He looked up from the beautiful sight between her legs, and saw Sam, his teeth pulling at her breast, his hands still gently encircling her ribcage, keeping his Zee safe. Chance looked back down and moved his hands, pushing two fingers into her wanton pussy, and was rewarded by Josie crying out his name. He continued to circle the back pucker of her anus, and the entire time he pressed in and out of her sex. Then he crooked his two fingers, and found just the spot he wanted, and as Josie wailed he rubbed against it in a steady rhythm as he pushed his pinky finger against the muscle of her anus.

  “Chance. It’s too much.” Chance looked up again, and saw Josie tossing her head side to side on the pillow, Sam laving her nipple but still holding her middle back still. Satisfied, he bent down and suckled her clit into his mouth, as he pushed his finger further inside her ass and continued to rub her G-Spot. He felt her cream gush down his wrist as she screamed her second release, and he was thankful that Sam was there to make sure she didn’t hurt herself.

  Chance licked up her honey, and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, he handed his friend a condom, and went to the top of the bed near Josie’s head.

  “Zee, who do you belong to?” Josie was still trembling from her orgasm. It looked like she was having trouble focusing. He stroked back some of the strands of hair that had fallen across her face. “Zee,” he prompted.

  “You, Chance. I belong to you and Sam.”

  “Are you hurting?” Sam asked from his position at the end of the bed. Josie’s eyes went wide, seeing him without clothes. Chance chuckled to see such greed on his woman’s face.

  “Answer his question, Josie. Are you hurting?”

  “I will be if he plans to use that thing.” Josie motioned to Sam’s engorged cock. Yes, there was greed and avarice on their woman’s face, but there was a bit of trepidation as well.

  Chance chuckled. “We’re not doing anything that will scare or hurt you, Zee.”

  “Answer the goddamn question. Are you hurting?” Sam snarled as he towered above her, still as stone.

  “I am not hurting. I am a big girl, in more ways than one. I will let you know if I’m hurting, or if I’m not up for something. Right now I want to be fucked.” Josie met Sam’s glower with a snarl of her own, and Chance laughed, but then he saw Sam’s face and realized what Josie had just said.

  “You just earned yourself another spanking, baby,” Sam said with a tight smile.

  “You have got to be kidding me. Here you are with the world’s biggest hard-on, and you’re over here talking about spanking me because I make one little comment about my size, when we could be fucking like bunnies? You’re insane.” Josie started to scramble up out of her prone position, but both men stopped her, keeping her in place.

  “I’m serious as a heart attack. What part of me eating you like my last meal on earth last night failed to convince you that I think you’re perfect? I don’t want to hear this shit about you being a big girl. Since my saying it hasn’t worked, you get a spanking.” God, he loved how wide her eyes got. With those
thick black lashes, almost black eyes, and all that white around them she looked like an anime character come to life.

  Josie dropped back down and looked up at Sam, relaxing back into Chance’s arms. How could she possibly resist these men?

  “Please, Sam, let’s save the spankings for another day,” Josie begged.

  Oops, she was saying something and he hadn’t heard her.

  Chance looked at Sam and got a nod, then he lifted Josie, and pulled out all of the pillows from behind her, and got in back of her, so she could lie back against his chest between his spread legs. This way he could hold onto her upper body, and kiss her lips, and touch her luscious tits all he wanted, while watching that pretty pussy take some cock. What wasn’t perfect about this?

  Sam hoped nobody noticed that his hands were trembling as he smoothed on the condom. Sam thought he liked waxed pussies until he saw the neatly trimmed black hair on Josie’s mound. Then he knew that was what he really liked. Scratch that. This is what he really loved. Seeing her brown lips pout out of that soft hair, and now bending down to part those soft folds so he could see all those pink pearly bits, made him want to weep. He inserted his middle finger just a little bit into her soft center, entranced to see how she fluttered around him. He pushed in a little deeper, and then saw a burst of liquid bathe him, and he looked up into her face where she was biting down on her lower lip, a look of embarrassment on her face.

  “What, baby?”

  “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” she whispered.

  Sam pushed in and pulled out again, hypnotized by that beautiful proof of her enjoyment, thankful when he heard Chance asking the question that he was too enthralled to ask.

  “What can’t you help, baby?” In and out, flutter, release, so pink. Now Sam bent closer so he could scent the aroma of Josie. Was he even going to make it inside her before he came? God she smelled like home.

  “Answer me, baby, what can’t you help?” Sam knew she liked having her ass played with. He watched as some of her cum trickled from her slit, sliding down until it pooled into the sweet pucker of her anus.