Cabin Fever

by Williams, Stephanie

  “It’s not so much that. It’s who we’re with. Since it’s you, with someone I care about, that makes a difference.” Patrick joined them on the bed. He sat on the edge facing the window, but put his hand on Sandra’s leg and massaged it.

  Sandra nodded slowly. It seemed to make sense, in a twisted sort of way.

  “Now, if I remember correctly, you were pretty excited by me being in the doorway. Am I right?” Sean asked, with a knowing grin.

  “Well…yeah….”

  “Come on, Sandy.” Patrick’s hand crept a little higher. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. You let yourself go, got caught up in the moment, and had a wonderful orgasm. Now, is that bad?”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, since you put it that way, of course not.”

  “Trust us, we’re not trying to force you to accept something you’re leery about, or not comfortable with. However, we do want you to consider the…possibilities.”

  Sandra had thought of the possibilities. On the surface it seemed like a win-win situation. She could live out a fantasy with two gorgeous men in her life. Those stories she read in her magazine, she could actually act out. They were far away from home. No one knew them here. She could have a freakin’ good time.

  What could go wrong?

  Then it hit her. Plenty.

  Their business relationship could suffer, might even deteriorate. And their friendship could be ruined altogether.

  Nope, she’d already taken a chance by letting Patrick make love to her. And even though he and Sean agreed to share her, emotions were too unpredictable.

  “You guys, I understand where you’re coming from. But it’s too much of a risk.”

  “Back to our friendship again, huh? You must not think much it, if you’re afraid loving us will tear it apart.” Sean cocked his head.

  “Think about it. Somebody’s nose is going to be bent out of shape.” She moved to stand, but Sean pulled her back down.

  “Nonsense. Patrick and I have discussed this in great detail. There’s nothing that would please us more than to please you.”

  Sandra sat there a moment, and thought something was more than a bit odd. When did men want to…? “Say, have you two engaged in this before?”

  They looked at each other, then back at her. “We haven’t. Does that make you feel better?”

  “Definitely not. It means you’re unsure what to expect. This is a new adventure for you, too.”

  “But Sean and I are willing to try this out with you and only you.” Patrick smiled. “It’s because we both love you that we want to share. And we’re sure it’s right.”

  “I admit, I love both of you, too. But—”

  “You can’t decide who you love more?” Sean finished for her.

  “Well, love can be different. I love Patrick maybe differently from you.”

  “But you still love us.”

  “Yes.”

  “Then…?” Sean let the question hang.

  She shook her head. “I really have to think this through. We have a couple of more weeks here, so there’s no rush, if it’s all right with you?”

  “No problem at all.” Patrick stood up.

  “Just let us know,” Sean followed his best friend. “By the way, whatever you decide, we’ll respect that, and it won’t change anything.” He winked at her and shut the door behind them.

  Sandra sat on the bed, stunned. She couldn’t believe the turn of events. She’d been reading about it and secretly fantasizing about it. She couldn’t deny the way Patrick made her feel, or how she got off on Sean watching them. However, she could count the many reasons why it wouldn’t be a good idea.

  On the other hand, the pros outweighed the cons. They were friends, very close, shared everything. She could see this as experimentation, one of those crazy things she would put in her diary. A night of fun, crazy sex. She trusted the guys. They told her they wouldn’t change their minds about their friendship if she didn’t go through with it. So obviously this could be just for fun. Maybe if she kept repeating that, she could convince herself.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “So what’s on the to-do list today?” Patrick asked, as he sat down at the breakfast table. Sean had been cooking something that smelled good enough to wake him out of a sound sleep. Waffles.

  “Funny you should ask. I’m not sure which is the more pressing issue. Getting this place fixed, or Sandra.”

  “She doesn’t need to be fixed.” Patrick smirked.

  “What do you think then? You think she’s open to the whole idea?” Sean quickly flipped the sausages. “I’m beginning to have doubts.” He shrugged. “When do you think she’ll tell us either way? Like she said, we have a few weeks here. She could wait ’til the last minute.”

  “I don’t think I can last that long. I’ve had her already, Sean, and I loved it. I want to be with her again.”

  “Well, even if she decides not to go the ménage route, I’m sure it will work out for you before we leave.”

  Patrick leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Are you all right with that, considering it was our idea from the beginning to have a ménage?”

  “I have no choice in the matter now. The door has been opened. One of us was surely going to walk in. It just happened to be you first.”

  Patrick rubbed his chin. “That’s noble of you.”

  “I’m being practical.” Sean set three plates on the table. “Even if she decides not to go for it with us, she may come to me eventually. She did confess to loving both of us.”

  Patrick nodded. “Yeah. I see your point. We may not be in bed together, but we would still be sharing her.” He paused and grabbed the salt and pepper. “But that’s not what you want, is it?”

  Sean piled eggs and sausages on the other plates. “You know me like a book.”

  “I do.”

  “I’ll admit, the prospect of having Sandra at the same time has turned me on for months.”

  “Weeeelll. We have to help her make up her mind. Look at it this way, she didn’t straight out say no. So she’s entertaining the thought. Of that much, I’m certain,” Patrick said.

  “Come on, now. You’re aroused, too. Otherwise you wouldn’t go along with it.”

  “Hey, I never said the idea didn’t turn me on. On the contrary. But I’m the cautious type. I like to tread lightly.”

  “Hopefully with everything going on, she won’t think too hard on this. I’m hoping she gives in to her desires and goes with it.”

  “Sandra is a bit more conservative than you and I. Although, I kinda wonder, after the other morning,” Patrick mused.

  “How hard do you think she can fight her interest in us with all of us up here alone?”

  “Cabin fever, huh?”

  “Gotta find something to do to pass the time.” Sean smiled and set down a pitcher of pineapple juice. “Sandra, breakfast is ready!”

  “Coming!”

  “Let’s stay quiet about the discussion last night, unless she brings it up. We’ll talk about the renovations.” Sean took a seat.

  “By the way, any word from your uncle?”

  “No. Of course when I called, I probably sounded a bit pissed. Even though we’ve decided to turn this into a spa, it was fucked up, him dumping this on me.”

  “Uncle Travis wouldn’t be Uncle Travis if he wasn’t trifling.” Patrick chuckled.

  “What’s this about Uncle Travis?” Sandra, bundled up in her fluffy terry cloth robe, joined them at the table.

  Patrick could smell the fresh strawberry bath gel from across the table. He could eat her again instead of breakfast.

  “We’re talking about the lodge soon to be health spa, if we play our cards right.” Patrick lifted his eyes skyward. “Uncle Travis knew what he was doing when he put this in our lap.”

  “Don’t you two worry. We’ll make it the best health spa in the Rockies. The last laugh will be ours.” Sandra patted both the men’s hands. “Mmm, waffles, eggs, and
sausages.” She dug in.

  “Speaking of which, who’s up for going to Home Depot?” Patrick asked, lifting his mug.

  “I would go, but the snow kinda knocked the wind out of my sails last time,” Sean said. “Besides, I want to go over the cabin from top to bottom.”

  “Okay, I’ll go alone. Anything in particular I’m looking for?” Patrick asked, rubbing Sandra’s arm. She smiled up at him and continued eating.

  “Lots of books on do-it-yourself remodeling. Ask about local contractors, too.”

  “All right, then.” Patrick polished off his breakfast, wiped his mouth, and got up from the table. “I’m going to bundle up and take off. The weather is clear, but we don’t know how long it will last.”

  “Thanks. This lodge is huge. There’s a wing I haven’t even been into since we arrived.” Sean took the last gulp of pineapple juice. “Well, I guess that’s our to-do list.” The other two followed him out of the kitchen.

  “I got my list and note pad.” Patrick pulled on his coat. “Give me a call if you two think of anything else.”

  “Sure will.” Sean trailed him to the door. “Watch it out there. The roads are still slick.”

  “Got the chains on.”

  ***

  Shoulder to shoulder, but not quite touching Sandra, Sean watched Patrick pull out of the driveway.

  “Where do we start?” She put her hands on her hips looking around.

  He rubbed the back of his neck and scanned the room. “Let’s start from the top and work our way down.”

  “Okie dokie.” She rubbed her hands together. “Let me find my camcorder and notepad.”

  He loved her enthusiasm. “Good idea. We can film the areas, write stuff down, and email several contractors at once.”

  Sandra nodded. “Technology, gotta love it.”

  The first room they stepped in held a computer desk and bookshelves.

  “Okay, I am scanning the room now.” She turned left to right. “Oh. Those beams are cracked.” Sandra pointed at the ceiling.

  “Damn! Oh no.”

  “What?’ She switched off the camera.

  “Termites.”

  “Don’t say that.”

  “I’m afraid so.” Sean picked at the wood in the corner of the room. “Yep.”

  She blew out a breath. “I wonder how much that’s gonna cost.”

  “Not even going to think about it now. Let’s go one room at a time.”

  Sandra nodded and returned to filming. After the third bedroom, they sat down on the window seat for a break.

  “How many bedrooms does this monstrosity have?” Sandra asked.

  “From what I remember six, including the master.”

  “They’re all huge, too, and in need of repair. It’s more than we can really do ourselves.”

  “I can think of one thing that will save a ton of money right off the bat.” Sean scooted closer.

  “What’s that?”

  “Demolition.”

  She laughed. “Now that, we could do.” She focused on something outside the window.

  He couldn’t let the opportunity pass. He leaned over and rested a hand on her leg, peering over her shoulder. “Whatcha looking at?”

  “Nothing in particular. Well, actually, I had a thought about the landscaping.”

  He groaned. “This is a money pit.”

  Sandra shook her head. “Hey, wait. This place is paid up.”

  “Yes, that’s true.”

  “Let’s have someone come and appraise it. If Travis does hand the house over to you, we can use the equity toward improvements.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “And you make Uncle Travis put up the rest, out of his retirement money. It’s the least he could do for dumping this place on you.”

  “That’s even a better idea. Sandra, you’re not just a pretty face. You’re a genius, too.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Mmm, you smell nice.”

  “Thanks.”

  He kissed her again and nuzzled her ear. “Come sit on my lap.”

  “I…don’t think I should.”

  Sean pulled back. “Why not?”

  “Suppose…I mean….”

  “Ahh, you’re worried about Patrick coming home and seeing us and maybe repeating what happened the other morning?”

  “Well….”

  “Don’t worry. You know those home stores. He’s going to need a GPS to find the hammers.”

  “True, but still….”

  “You feel weird making out with me after having Patrick?”

  “I’ve never been intimate with one man then jumped into the arms of another.”

  “Are you thinking of this as a one-night stand thing?”

  “Kinda.”

  Sean pulled her close but stopped short of putting her on his lap. He needed to get her in the mood, thinking a different way, and help her lose control. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure Patrick is well aware that leaving me here alone with you, there’s bound to be something happening.”

  “Oh.”

  He cocked his head at her. “Are you okay with that?”

  “I guess I should be.”

  “No. It should be whatever you’re comfortable with. No one is forcing this on you. However, if you’re having some, say, unconventional thoughts, or there’s a desire you would like to fulfill, I like to think you could come to one of us.”

  “Certainly. I’ll always come to you. I want to make sure it’s really okay between you two.”

  “It’s more than okay. Like I told you, we’ve talked.”

  “Aaaand…?”

  “And, we agreed that sharing you was the only way to go. Don’t over think the dynamics of the relationship. Just enjoy it. Besides, don’t a lot of women fantasize about having more than one man love them?”

  “Yeah, but a lot don’t indulge. At least this far. They might have more than one boyfriend, but the men usually don’t know each other. Or happen right after one another.”

  “So you’re really lucky, then. You have two men who are willing to be with you, are friends, and get along.” Sean twirled her hair around his finger.

  “This is true.”

  Tired of talking, he kissed her on the mouth, using the distraction to remove her sweater. He caressed her skin, sending burning sensations to his fingers in the process. Wow!

  With the sweater out of the way, he focused on her breasts.

  “Nice.” He palmed one through the black lace bra. He kissed the top curve, loving the soft, smooth texture then reached behind her and unfastened her bra and took it off. “I want to taste all of you.”

  He licked, sucked, and kissed each one, all the while enjoying the moans of pleasure escaping from Sandra’s lips.

  He moved down to her belly, raining kisses there, too. Her skin was damp and hotter than ever. She was probably more than ready for him, but he wanted to savor every moment, to explore every part of her body.

  “Take off your pants.”

  She stood up and shimmied out of her jogging tights. Bending down, she slipped off her shoes. While she did so, he rubbed his hand over her butt. He liked the silk over her skin. He slipped his hands between her legs and felt the wetness through her panties. “Sandra, are you turned on already? All I did was suck those beautiful tits of yours.”

  Sandra faced him in nothing but her pink panties. Sean was harder than he’d ever been.

  He stood up and knelt before her then smoothed his hands over her thighs, enjoying her smooth skin. “Come closer.” He pulled her closer, in perfect position for his face—and tongue. When he ripped off her panties, Sandra let out a cute, feminine squeak.

  “Sorry. But they really didn’t do anything for you.” He ran his fingers over her opening. He didn’t have to stimulate her. “God, I’m going to love eating you.”

  Sandra put her hands on his shoulder, and bent down to lay on the floor. He had a better position for her.

  “No. I want you standi
ng. Lean on me.”

  She nodded and he continued to rub his knuckles over her slick, wet lips. Her legs wobbled a bit, so he held her tight. “Don’t go falling down on me. I haven’t even started yet.” With that, he swiped his tongue on her.

  “Sean!”

  “Shhh.” He took another swipe, then pushed in a bit.

  “Oh, yes!”

  “You like?” He licked her again, this time parting her folds and circling over her hard clit.

  “Ahhh!”

  Sandra placed her hands on the sides of his head, squeezing it like a melon.

  He grasped her legs, to steady her, but not once did he stop licking her. “You taste so sweet.” He came up for air and kissed her belly. “I love the feel of your skin against my tongue. And I love the feel of your clit against it too. So slick.”

  He continued, making sure he didn’t miss any spot. He stuck his tongue in deep, sliding against her hood.

  Sandra let out a scream that nearly shook the walls of the room. She leaned on him harder and rubbed her opening as she came.

  “You want to play with yourself in front of me?”

  She stopped and blinked at him.

  “I would love to watch you.

  Sandra slowly moved her hand, rubbing gently. Sean laid his hand on top of hers and guided it. So hot to the touch, he thought he could actually feel steam coming from her pussy.

  He kissed her hand, then stood up. “Keep going. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

  “Oh…what are you going to do?”

  “I want to be inside you. I want to feel you tight around me.” He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out a foil packet. “Are you okay with that?”

  Sandra ran her free hand over his shirt, trying to unbutton it. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  Sandra was living every woman’s fantasy. If she let herself go and enjoyed the experience her best friends gave her, she benefited. And boy the benefits!

  She hadn’t realized Sean and Patrick would be so talented in the pussy-eating department. She didn’t want to even think about the practice they had.

  Sean took her by the hand and led her to his room. He picked her up, carried her to the bed and gently laid her in the middle. He threw down the foil packet he still had in his hand and stripped.