Fully nude, Sean’s rock solid body and cock intimidated her a bit. She remembered seeing him in the doorway jacking off, but apparently things appeared smaller than actual size from ten feet away. He looked huge now.
She crossed her legs and scooted up on the bed.
Sean smiled and leaned over and rubbed her legs. “I’m going to be gentle with you, as if it’s your first time, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Tell me what you’re enjoying and if I’m being too rough, all right?”
“All right.”
He kissed her full on the mouth. As the kiss deepened, he spread her legs, inching his fingers up her thigh. “Relax.”
Sean seemed so anxious. She could see by the tense look on his face and the vein in his neck that he was holding back.
“Relax yourself, dear,” Sandra said, putting her hands against his chest.
Sean smiled. “Ironic you have to tell me that. I’m sorry I’m rushing. It’s been so long in coming. I’ve wanted to be with you since day one.”
“Wow, you, too.” He and Patrick kept a lot of secrets from her.
“I would have told you earlier, but Patrick and I discovered our mutual attraction around the same time.”
“So all this time you’ve both…?”
Sean nodded.
What a personal sacrifice the guys had made. They valued their friendship with each other as much as with her. “I….”
“Shhh. Enough talking. Let me love you the way I’ve fantasized, dreamt about, read about.”
He squeezed her breasts and bit her nipple. She was so tender, she squeaked at his firm grip.
He rubbed the tip of his shaft along her slit. She didn’t think she could last long with him just teasing her. “Please hurry.” Her hips thrust beneath him, trying to force his cock inside her.
Deep down, however, she was still a bit intimidated by his size. So even in her frenzy, she tried not to tense up too much.
Sean must have sensed her nervousness, so he calmed her down with kisses until soft moans escaped her lips. Without further warning, he slid his cock into her pussy.
“Oh yes!” She appreciated him not warning her. He felt so good going into her with one smooth stroke. She felt every glorious ridge of his shaft against her vaginal walls.
“Oh baby, you feel so good around me. You’re so nice and tight. I can’t understand why I waited so many years to make love to you.”
“Me either. I never imagined.”
She sighed with every inch of his cock sliding into her tight pussy. And within minutes, she got wetter, which allowed him better access.
“Deeper, Sean! Deeper!” Sandra screamed herself hoarse and threw her hips up, trying to take him farther into her.
At that moment, she became a different person. Her friendship for the guys was greater than lust. She was bonded to these men, and having Sean inside her cemented their growing love for each other.
After about six minutes of his rhythmic thrusting, her hips gyrated on his shaft, and her screams changed into hums and moans of ecstasy. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the sensations, the bonding and overall feel of him. She felt complete.
He sped up, urging her on, too. “Come on, baby, come with me.”
“Yes, Sean!”
She saw nothing but bliss on his face. She reached up to him, and he took her hand and kissed it, not once slowing down.
“Aaargh! Yeah, baby.”
“Oh yeah! Oh, Sean!”
They both climaxed, screaming loud enough to make the room vibrate.
When they finished, Sandra collapsed in the sheets. Sean repositioned her on the bed and curled up beside her.
“So, what do you think?”
“Fantastic. Simply fantastic.”
“Thank you.” He kissed her on the forehead. “But that’s not what I meant. Do you think you can have both of us without having a guilty conscience?”
“Oh yes.”
Sean arched a brow at her. “Really?”
“I realized while you were…ahem…having me, that you and Patrick each bring something different. And I love both.”
“Ahhh.”
“Um. Will there be a time that all three of us…?”
“One thing at a time, sweetheart.” Sean kissed her, and they cuddled together for a well-deserved rest.
Chapter Sixteen
Sandra came running down the stairs. “Good morning. What’s for breakfast?” Patrick and Sean sat in the living area. “No breakfast yet?”
“You just wake up hungry, huh?” Sean snickered.
“Ha, ha,” Sandra said, tapping her foot. “I wondered if we ran out of the food Uncle Travis provided already.”
“No, we thought maybe you might want to fix breakfast for a change.”
“Oh. Okay, let’s see what we got.” Sandra went into the kitchen. “Could you guys come in here and keep me company?”
They joined her in the kitchen, settling at the table to watch.
“How about waffles, eggs, and bacon again, but this time I’ll make my special scrambled eggs with green onions and smoked Gouda? Travis really stocked up here.”
“Mmmm. Sounds good.” Patrick rubbed his hands together.
“Hey, what happened to the healthy food I wanted to start to cook again?” Sean grimaced.
“Not on my vacation.” Sandra said, over her shoulder.
Patrick laughed.
“So Sandy, how are you doing this morning?” Patrick asked.
She flashed them a grin. “I’m doing great. And you?”
“We’re fine,” Sean said. “We just wondered about you.”
“Didn’t you tell Patrick about the conversation we had, Sean?”
“Yes, just wasn’t sure you wanted to talk about it.”
“But tell me anyway.” Patrick scooted up in his chair and rested his elbow on the table.
“Well. I don’t know if I can explain it. It’s like an epiphany. Sorry to sound so cliché. But really. Being with you both is so different, yet it still feels like I’m being loved by one man.”
Sean raised his brow.
“Let me see if I can explain that better.” Sandra took a seat between them.
“Please.”
“Like you guys kept mentioning earlier, we are so in tune with each other we finish each other’s sentences. Well, if the three of us are in sync, then it stands to reason that you two would be, too.”
“I think I see where you’re coming from,” Patrick said.
“Still skeptical?”
“Well….”
“Look, making love to you, and what I feel for you, is the same way I feel when I made love to Sean. You’re techniques are different, but the love and emotions that come from it are the same.”
“What you’re saying is you feel no less or no more love from either of us,” Sean said.
“Exactly!”
“And that being with the both of us is in no way conflicting,” Patrick continued.
“Right!”
“So this means that you’re really okay with the whole idea?” Sean asked hopefully.
“I have to admit, I need some time to fully digest all of this. But so far, I’m not having an issue.”
Sandra rose and flitted around the kitchen, organizing everything for breakfast. She finished telling Patrick about the conversation she and Sean had and how she felt about the whole ménage thing.
“So, it seems you’ve accepted a new way of dating,” Patrick said.
“To say the least.” Sandra put out the plates.
“No regrets?” Sean asked.
“None.” She whistled happily, whisking the eggs vigorously in the bowl.
“Hmmm.”
Sandra spun toward Sean. “What? Oh, I know what you’re thinking. We have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“It might be sooner than you expect.” He helped her get a skillet from the top cabinet.
Patrick grinned. “Let it happen. Th
e important thing is you’re okay with being with either or both of us intimately and not thinking you’re cheating on the other,”
Sandra nodded, but inevitably they would be getting together at the same time. She believed she could do it. Yes, I can, I’m just sleeping with the two men I love and already slept with one on one. It seemed rational. Not many women had two men who adored them.
Once breakfast was on the table, she sat down with the guys. They kissed her on the cheek, then dug in.
“Mmm. I think Sandra should cook for the duration of our vacation here.” Patrick wiped his mouth.
“Uh huh. That’s only because you want junk food,” Sean said.
“Eggs are healthy,” she protested.
“One out of three items on this plate,” Sean said, pointing.
“Don’t see you balking,” Patrick muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.
Sandra giggled.
After they finished eating, Sean put the dishes in the dishwasher, then his cell rang. “Hello. Great. Anytime, as long as the weather hold ups. See you then.” He disconnected.
“Who was that?” Sandra asked.
“Another contractor.”
“Hoped that was your uncle,” Patrick blew out an exasperated breath.
“Don’t get me started on such a good morning,” Sean said. “I just asked for another contractor that deals with DIYers. He could tell us what we can and cannot do and where we can cut corners.”
“Good thinking.” Patrick got up and stretched. “In the meantime what do we do here?”
“I can teach you guys how to ski,” Sandra offered, patting Sean’s shoulders.
“I’ll pass.”
“What? You were both so eager before.”
“I watched the ski channel earlier. I can’t see how standing on skinny wooden sticks, flying down a hill at more than sixty miles per hour can be entertainment.”
“Fiberglas.”
Sean blinked at her. “How’s that?”
“Skis are made of carbon fiber and plastic.”
“Whatever,” Patrick came to stand beside his buddy. “I agree. I’m not in the mood for thrill seeking.”
Sandra made chicken noises as she followed them into the living area.
“Okay, since we are now officially spa owners, let’s put a plan together.” Sean grabbed a pen and note pad.
“Don’t you think we better find out if this place will be worth it?” Patrick asked.
“What do you mean?” Sandra settled into the chair by the fireplace. “Hmm, maybe we should keep the furniture. That will save us some cash.” She patted the chair arm.
Patrick chuckled. “We have to arrange an inspection. Suppose they find foundation issues, plumbing, or termites.”
“Leave it to Patrick to put a positive spin on things.” Sean threw the note pad down. “And I already found termites.”
“See there. I’m being practical. You’ve seen those DIY shows. A bunch of people find a piece of property and they want to open a restaurant. They renovate the place, or try to. They find all kinds of shit and then the inspector comes and determines their property is over a sinkhole that is about to collapse any minute.”
“Gee, they could have used you on the Titanic,” Sean shook his head.
“I doubt very seriously this place has any major issues like that,” Sandra said. “How long has Uncle Travis had it?”
He tapped his chin. “I think, twelve years.”
“And how long has it been out of commission?” Patrick queried.
“Two seasons.”
“Hmmm. I don’t think anything major could happen like Patrick’s been describing in that amount of time.”
“Thanks Sandra. I need some positive juju.” Sean said.
They all laughed.
Seconds later, Sean’s cell rang again. “Hello! It’s about damn time! Yeah, I’ve been waiting for your call.”
Patrick laughed. “Looks like Uncle Travis is going to get read the riot act.”
“Sounds like it.” She chuckled.
Patrick squeezed in next to Sandra on the chair. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek. “Did I tell you I loved you?”
“Yes, but a girl likes hearing it again.” She giggled, kissing him back.
“To be perfectly honest with you, I wasn’t sure about the whole thing myself. But as Sean and I talked, it seemed logical to me too.”
“Oh?”
“Sean suggested it first, but we’ve been kicking around the idea for months. He thought about our relationship, and it was the only conclusion he could come to also.”
Sandra nodded her head. “I see.”
“One of us dating you and the other sitting on the sidelines, was not an option.”
“So all or nothing?”
“Right.”
“Are you sure?” Sean’s holler into the phone grabbed their attention.
“Uh oh.” Sandra said.
“Okay man. I’m having someone come in. I will email you everything. And when I want that grant deed turned over to me, you better have it, like yesterday. Good. Bye.”
“Wow. That was intense.” Sandra said. “Make any headway?”
“Uncle Travis assured me the cabin is as sound as a dollar and whatever extras that come up that seem out of the ordinary, he will address for us.” Sean sat on the couch facing them.
“Really? And you trust him?” Patrick asked.
“Do we have a choice?”
“Wellll….”
“Oh no. I’m not walking away from this. Now it’s the principle of thing.” Sean pounded his fist in his palm.
“Then I guess we better start putting a business plan together.” Sandra got up stretching. “Why use our own money for operating costs. Let’s consider incorporating and find investors.”
Patrick nodded. “You think big.”
“I’m sure we can go online and find help in writing one,” Sean agreed. “This is exciting. I’ve never been a business owner before.”
“I have a cousin who owns a couple of them.” Sandra rose. “I’ll call him, and he can give us lots of advice. The great thing about getting this place together is that it will give us plenty of time to do research before we open.”
“Want me to grab the laptop?” Sean headed for the stairs.
“Sure.”
Patrick scooted next to Sandra and put his arm around her shoulder. “I’m also happy that you’re eager to have both of us at the same time.” He kissed her cheek. “You are eager?”
“Well, I thought it over, and I’m actually looking forward to it. As long as you two don’t have a problem sharing me, why not?”
“Not at all. We both have the woman we love.”
“And I have two men who love me. Not many woman can say that.”
Patrick brought her head closer to him and kissed her again, deeper this time. “Nope, they can’t.”
“Ahem.” Sean interrupted them. “Let’s give the girl a break for a day at least.” He set up the laptop and began typing. “No matter what the pros need to fix, there are a lot of projects I think we can handle.”
Patrick looked from one to the other. “Like what?”
“Yeah, I’m curious, too.” Sandra peered over Sean’s shoulder. “Tile. I know nothing about tile.”
“Oh, Sandy. Tile is nothing.” Patrick joined her. “You watch those DIY channels, too. It’s a piece of cake. Besides, haven’t you seen the floors? They need new hardwood, too.”
Sandra groaned. “See, that’s the problem with DIY shows. People like us watch them then we see a potential project and say, ‘Hey, we never did a room addition before, but after watching Add A Room, we’re gonna try.’ Then you end up spending more on getting the problems you caused fixed than the original project.”
The men stared at her.
“What?” She shrugged, looking back and forth between them.
“Boy, I didn’t realize the can of worms we would be opening, hammering a few n
ails.” Sean said.
“I’m just being cautious,” she huffed. “I think Patrick was onto something earlier. We need to be careful approaching this. This isn’t putting together an entertainment system.”
“She’s got a point,” Patrick contributed.
“Point well taken,” Sean agreed.
Chapter Seventeen
“A pleasure to meet you folks.” The little man reached out a hand. “I’m Ralph O’Connor. I also do the zoning in these parts.”
Patrick glanced over at Sean and recognized his You’re about to get an ass beatin’ if you have bad news face.
Sean took his hand and shook it. “Okay. All I want is a fair price and bid.”
“You got it. And I can’t wait to look over your cabins.”
“Cabins!” the trio shouted.
“Yeah. This main one and the three little ones about three miles from here.”
Sean groaned and put his head in his hand.
“I knew it!” Patrick said.
“I want to punch someone.” Sean slammed his fist into his palm.
The other two backed up and stood in front of Mr. O’Connor.
After a few hours of driving around the property and listening to O’Connor go on and on about how this was the best investment anyone could make, they returned to the main cabin while he made some calls.
“This trip is more enlightening than I ever thought it would be,” Patrick said.
“Okay, folks. I got the breakdown and lowdown on the place. Follow me.” O’Connor grinned and led them outdoors to one of the cabins.
Despite the quaint sound of the word—cabin—they weren’t little. None of them was less than nine hundred square feet. Uncle Travis actually rented them out to vacationers during fishing season since they faced the lake. Each cabin had a theme: moose, bear, or wolf, each featuring the head of its namesake animal over the fireplace.
They strolled into the Moose Cabin. “How gross,” Sandra said.
Patrick chuckled. He thought they were cool.
“So are you guys going to do the repairs yourselves, or hire a contractor? I can recommend a couple who can do the job at a reasonable price and not cut corners,” Mr. O’Connor said.
Sean sighed. “I take it all these cabins are in need of repair?”
“Oh yeah. But you’re sitting on a gold mine here.” O’Connor shuffled through his notes. “This property was last appraised seven years ago at fifteen million. Now, as you realize, things appreciate or depreciate in value, especially with the economy the way it is. But I can safely say maybe twelve million now.”
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