Cabin Fever
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Patrick high-fived Sandra.
After a complete tour of the cabins and main lodge, they thanked Mr. O’Connor and told him they would keep in touch. Patrick and Sandra headed back inside and waited for Sean to follow. After a few moments, he rejoined them, arms loaded with rolled-up blueprints and plans.
“Mr. O’Connor really came through. So what’s the damage?” Patrick asked.
“For everything from roofing to the beams to the hardwood floors in every cabin,” Sean sucked in a deep breath, “Two-million, four-hundred thousand.”
Sandra sat back in her chair and let out a low whistle. “Well, if the property is paid for and appraised at fifteen million seven years ago, and he thinks it only depreciated by three million, we can definitely use the equity. Provided Travis hands it over to you.”
“And I wouldn’t tell him any current information until the last minute if I were you. Well, this definitely solves the money issue as far as repairs go,” Patrick said.
Sean narrowed his eyes at the two. “I guess there is no turning back. We’re in the health spa business. Scary.”
“We’re here to help you. You’re not alone in this.” Patrick expressed his new enthusiasm.
“That’s right.” Sandra affirmed.
“Besides, Uncle Travis said he would help with unforeseen issues. He used to run this place. We can re-hire his old staff to run the behind the scenes stuff. That way you can concentrate on other things. I’m sure they would appreciate their jobs back,” Patrick said.
Sean nodded. “You’re a lot smarter than you look, Patrick.”
Patrick gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. The three reviewed the blueprints for the lodge and cabins. They had more planning to do.
***
“Have you reached Travis yet?” Sandra cuddled on Patrick’s lap, more comfortable there than she’d ever dreamt she’d be. Even with the drama unfolding with the lodge, they’d all managed to find time to get even closer.
Sean looked like he wanted to give the older man a piece of his mind—again. But, as usual, his uncle seemed to have disappeared. He paced, the phone cell in his tight grip.
“Still ringing. The bum.”
“Wow, he went from trifling uncle to bum in less than two days.” Patrick laughed.
“Travis.” Sean reddened.
“Houston, we’ve made contact,” she whispered.
“Yeah, we had a contractor come out and a found a few things…. Uh huh…. No, you didn’t tell me about the other three cabins. No…. Maybe. I’ll see. I’m going to, don’t worry. And stay by the phone.” He disconnected. “Oh, didn’t I tell you about the other three cabins?” Sean said in a mimicking tone.
“So what else did he say?” Patrick asked.
“His offer still stands. He’ll help out wherever we need.”
“You’re not going to tell him about the spa health resort idea?” Sandra hoped he’d wait.
“Nah. Let him be surprised for once.”
After hours of going over blueprints and searching the Internet for business models, the three of them crashed in the den.
“I’m pooped,” Patrick said. “We might have to stretch out our vacation. We can’t just leave next week. We got too many things to set in motion if we’re to get this off the ground.”
“I thought about that,” Sean reached over and nibbled on her earlobe. “Do you mind spending maybe another week or so with us up here in this lonely cabin?”
“No, of course not.” She kissed him on the lips to erase any doubt.
“I’m too tired to sleep,” Patrick said.
“Me, too.” Sean winked. “Let’s find something to occupy ourselves.”
“Let me slip into something more comfortable first.” Sandra climbed to her feet. “I’ll be right back.” She headed upstairs before they could think of any reasons to delay her.
After all, a girl likes to look nice when she sleeps with her two best friends together for the first time.
“I must say this is a vacation I will never forget.” Patrick got off the couch to pace the small living space. Sandra had just agreed to sleep with them.
“You said it. Who would have thought we end up sharing the love of our lives and going into business all within two weeks.” Sean threw some ashes on the fire to bank it. “I don’t want this place going up in flames. We haven’t checked the chimneys, yet.”
Patrick stared at his best friend. How could he be so calm? “I apologize for doubting you.”
“Doubting me? For what?”
He gestured toward the stairs where Sandra readied herself…for both of them. “Doubting this would work. It just goes to prove one can be more open minded than he thought.”
“Got that right.”
“Okay, you two, you can come up!’ Sandra yelled.
His heart drummed in his chest and his cock rose to full mast in an instant. They shared a smiling glance then hightailed it up the stairs.
***
The guys entered her room looking like racehorses eager to break the lead. Patrick reached her first and trailed his strong fingers along her throat in a gentle caress that sent goose bumps skittering over her skin. “Are you really okay with this, Sandy? You’re not just doing this to please us? This is also about pleasing you, satisfying your needs.”
“I’m sure.”
“Really? You look a little scared.” Sean gently rubbed his cheek against hers. He fiddled with her red lace teddy, trying to get to the matching panties. Sandra was on fire.
Patrick leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. “We’re not going to harm you in any way, and we will never force you to do anything you don’t want to. Hell, this is a first for all of us.”
Sandra backed up a bit and stared at both of them. Their unselfishness didn’t escape her. “You’re worried if I’m okay with it, but how about you two? Are you guys really okay?”
Sean shrugged. “We’ll soon see.”
“Heck, we’re both here with you. That should say something.”
“It will be like before. One of us…with you.” Sean rubbed her arm reassuringly.
“And the other one watching,” Patrick continued.
“And remember, we both love and care for you. We’ll stop if it gets to be too much. You’ll have to speak up though.”
“I’m fine. I’m with two people I trust and love dearly.” She smiled despite the butterflies rioting in her stomach.
Sean cupped the back of her head. “I love you, too.” He kissed her on the mouth. Lingering for some time.
He released her, and before she could catch her breath, Patrick leaned over. “I love you, too.” He kissed her just as passionately.
“I want to undress you…both of you.”
They smiled and nodded.
“I’ll wait my turn, unless you want to undress us at the same time.” Patrick wiggled his brows.
“Ooh, that would be nice, and fitting for the occasion.”
Sandra sat cross-legged on the mattress. The two stood in front of her, eagerness in their eyes.
“Let’s start with these bulky sweaters.” She pulled them over their heads. Her actions were rewarded with kisses along the cheek, neck and shoulders. “You guys are anxious, huh?”
“Just getting warmed up, honey.” Sean, always the smart aleck.
“Now the pants.” Sandra worked the buckles of their belts, then the zippers, and tugged both their pants down. “Okay, I won’t be able to rip these off you like you did my panties,” she said with a playful glare at Sean.
He chuckled. “Okay, fair enough.”
The guys stripped down to their underwear.
“We’ll lie down now. Easier on you.” Sean scooted closer to her, rubbing her thigh and smiling.
“Thanks.” She slid their briefs down one at a time. Now both men lay there naked—for her, as sexy as those email pictures she received from her girlfriends, saying “good morning.” Only now she had the real thing, live and in color.
“Come over here and feel how hot we are.” Patrick smoothed his hand over his stomach and slowly eased it lower.
How hot they were? She didn’t exactly have a chill. She scooted up and stroked both their chests. “I never really appreciated how hard you two work out…until now.” She caressed their arms. “I can barely put my hands around your biceps.”
“As long as you can wrap them around other things.” Sean winked.
“Lie between us.” Patrick moved over, making room.
“Let me undress first. No sense in me being clothed. Besides, I think you guys will generate enough heat for me.”
“For sure,” Sean said.
Sandra slowly lowered the straps over her shoulders, then slid the teddy down her body. She stopped midway as she watched the guys stare, slack-jawed.
When her gown reached her knees, she leaned back and kicked it off. Only her sheer lace panties remained.
“You’re torturing us!” Patrick gulped. “Let us do the honors.”
“We promise not to tear them,” Sean echoed.
The guys sat up and each grabbed a side of her undies. They worked them down and when they reached her ankles, Sean tossed them across the room.
Patrick immediately rubbed her wet opening. “Wow, hot and wet.”
“Slow down buddy.” Sean crawled up behind her. “We need Sandra to decide who she wants where.”
“I like Patrick’s idea. I want to lie between you. I want to feel both of you against my skin at the same time.” Sandra said, rubbing both their chests.
“All right, and we’ll be happy to oblige.” Sean repositioned himself on the bed.
They lay back down and dragged the covers up. No matter how hot they were, the temperature still lingered at twenty below outside and barely okay indoors. Besides, Sandra loved snuggling; she liked it cozy.
The two men hugged her from both sides, raining kisses down her body.
“Let us hold you for a few moments.” Patrick caressed her breast between kisses.
“That’s nice,” Sandra murmured.
“Yeah, even I like that idea.” Sean chuckled.
The men kissed and caressed her, taking turns, kissing her on the lips and rubbing her breasts and sucking on them.
Sandra couldn’t think straight. All sorts of emotions ran through her head. So she decided not to think. Only enjoy. Enjoy the feel of her two best friends and lovers and the love they showed her.
It did seem natural.
“Come here.” Sean cupped her face and kissed her hard again.
He was more forceful, aggressive, and animalistic than his friend. His hungry kiss promised more than mere passion. This was a claiming kiss.
Sean laid her on her back. He reached over and grabbed a foil pack. “Open your legs and wrap them around me.”
Sandra wasn’t used to being bossed around, especially in the bedroom. But she didn’t mind, considering the source. So she obeyed.
Patrick moved closer to them, rubbing his hand over her body. “Relax, baby.”
Sean positioned himself between her legs, kissing her periodically. Probably more to calm her nerves. He felt like a steel pipe at her opening, his elbows braced on either side of her.
She wanted to relish the hardness of his cock grinding into her soaking wet pussy. “Please, faster. Oh, God.”
“No, honey. We have all night.”
Sean pressed into her harder, but at a slow and steady pace.
Before she could scream out his name one more time, she bucked under him. Sean, being so big and heavy, hardly slid off her body. He smiled. “So you like how I’m doing you right now, honey?”
“Uh-huh.”
“A woman of few words.” Patrick moved closer to her left side and returned to kissing her, caressing her skin, making her hotter under his touch. Sean pulled out and continued teasing her as he slid down her body, kissing every inch of her along the way. “Let’s see how wet you really are, shall we?”
Sandra lifted her butt, urging Sean back inside her. But he kept moving out of reach.
Patrick sucked her nipples and caressed her belly. Sean stroked his finger over her hard wet clit.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” He flashed her a wicked grin. “You are soaked. Look at that pussy. Here, let me take care of that for you.” He moved the pad of his thumb over her outer lips. She nearly came off the bed.
“Please, I want your tongue!”
“What do you think I should do, Patrick?” Sean asked.
“Lick her dry. I feel her creaming all over the sheets.” Patrick kissed her neck. The feel of his soft warm mouth to her collarbone brought her to shivers. He kissed her breast, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. She was in heaven. This was what she fantasized about, what she’d been dreaming and masturbating to.
“Great plan.” Sean nodded.
He ate Sandra out as she clutched his best friend’s arm in a death grip. She couldn’t decide who had the better skill, Patrick or Sean. Could one compare filet mignon to prime rib?
Sandra tried grasping hold of reality, but couldn’t focus. Sean continued to lick her dry. However, she kept getting wetter with each stroke of his tongue.
Patrick leaned down and rained kisses all over her, from the top of her head down to her belly button. He moved back up her body to her right breast and sucked on it again.
Sean lifted his head for a brief moment and kissed the inside of her thighs. Sandra arched and thrashed, holding on to him and running her other hand through Patrick’s hair. She didn’t know if she was coming or going.
Sean went back to her hard clit and another orgasm hit.
“Oooh!” She screamed so loud, she thought she might have busted Patrick’s eardrum. Sandra snaked her arms around his neck and brought him even closer. Hungry, biting, chewing, and licking his lips, she could not get enough of him.
“I love the way you feel and taste, and I love how you make me come.”
“That’s because you like having your pussy licked more than anything, don’t you?” Sean hissed from between her thighs.
“Yes!”
“Who’s better, me or Patrick?” He stopped and sat up a bit.
“Huh? Oh God, Sean!”
Patrick laughed and bent to suck on her other breast.
“Sean, please don’t stop!”
“Who’s better? I’ll continue if you give the right answer.”
She slammed her eyes shut as she wiggled closer to his mouth. These men had a problem with keeping their lips planted where they were supposed to be. And her scooting closer to Sean only made him pull away. She turned pleading eyes on Patrick.
“Yeah, baby. What do you want?”
“Please, don’t let him leave me like this,” Sandra whimpered.
“Why is she asking for help?” Sean asked.
“You won’t let her come again,” Patrick said.
“She needs to be spanked. Spank her right here.” Sean pointed between her legs.
Patrick leaned over and swatted her pussy.
“Aaahhh!”
If Sandra could actually go through the roof, that would have been another repair they had to make to the place.
“Damn, she’s drenched!” Patrick blinked at his hand.
“Answer me, Sandra,” Sean cooed.
“You! You’re better! Oh, Please!”
“Nope. Wrong answer.”
Smack!
“Oooh! No!” she groaned.
“Try again.”
“Pat-Patrick!” she screamed, her hand going toward her pussy.
Patrick slapped it away. “Naughty girl. We can’t have you touching yourself.”
His friend parted her wet folds. “Nope. Wrong again. I would hate to see this good pussy juice go to waste.”
“Both of you!”
“That’s better.” Sean dipped hi
s head and continued his assault.
“I’m going to be sore, guys.”
“I want to make you come one more time, okay, honey?”
“N-no, I’m exhausted. Oh God, your tongue feels so good.” She moaned in pleasure, still wet and sensitive to the touch, teetering on the verge of yet another orgasm. She felt the bed dip and rise and saw Patrick standing next to her, cock in hand. He stroked himself, like Sean had the other morning.
The sight turned her on so much, she came in waves. It felt as if her body levitated toward the ceiling, then came crashing back down back to the bed.
When it was all over, the loving arms of both men wrapped around her.
Patrick cradled her. She just opened and closed her eyes not wanting to ruin the moment, but she needed to ask. “Are you guys going to stay with me?”
“If you want us to.” Patrick hugged her closer.
“I want you to.”
They snuggled flanking her. Patrick squeezed her tighter, while she rested her head on Sean’s chest. She drifted off to sleep, where sweet dreams awaited her.
Chapter Eighteen
A spot of sunlight hit Sandra’s eye, which wasn’t an easy task, considering mountains of muscle surrounded her. Patrick and Sean were sound asleep. She wanted to get out of bed without waking either of them.
She needed some time alone to think. That would be hard for her to find, stuck up in the mountains. However, the main lodge was big, and she could always go to one of the other rooms for a while.
Maybe if she slid to the foot of the bed, she could sneak out without disturbing them. Carefully, she eased down the length of the mattress. When her feet finally touched the floor, she sat up and glanced at the sleeping beauties. Grabbing her robe from the chair, she tiptoed out of the room.
She ended up in Patrick’s room, on the window seat. For the first time since their arrival, it was a bright, sunny day. She hoped it wouldn’t last, because the snow would start to melt.
She sat there digesting the information they had given her. She knew in her heart how she felt about the boys. She loved Patrick, and she loved Sean. Could one love be stronger or different from the other? She didn’t think so.