“Surely you aren’t thinking about food already? In ten years’ time you’re going to be as fat as a pig.”
“That’s why I learned to cook. Otherwise you’d let me starve to death.”
Gage pulled the buggy to a stop under the trees then looked up at the flowers towering high overhead as Liam rummaged in his golf bag for the sunblock. “Flowering Dogwood. I didn’t realize it grew so far south but it makes a nice little secluded area here. It’s hard to believe we’re in the middle of a resort golf course.”
Liam handed the bottle of sunblock to Gage then shrugged out of his T-shirt and turned his back to his friend. “The landscape gardeners or whoever designed this place did a brilliant job. Everything is beautiful to look at with so many different plants all in flower at once. It’s mighty easy on the eye.”
Gage pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Liam’s neck as he smoothed the cream on Liam’s fair skin. “You’re mighty easy on the eye too. If Imogen were here I’d have the two of you pushed up against the nearest tree and be fucking your ass right now. Or maybe you’d be in her cunt and I’d be in her ass. Whatever. I wouldn’t just be putting oil on this delicate white skin of yours.”
He slapped Liam’s thigh. “Turn round and give me your shoulders.”
Liam squeezed sunblock onto his right hand and rubbed it into the front of his neck as Gage did his left arm. “We have changed, haven’t we? Before Imogen we’d definitely be fucking like bunnies behind a tree here. Yet now it doesn’t seem right to fuck unless she’s with us. She’s part of us. She completes us.”
“That’s true. As a twosome, we were good. But as a threesome, we’re better.”
Thoughtfully Gage replaced the sunblock in Liam’s golf bag as the other man pulled his T-shirt back on. “Let’s go. I’m gonna whip your ass on the golf course instead of in bed.”
“You wish. I’m a better player than you and you know it.”
****
Imogen was wide-awake by the time the men left the cabin. Dammit. I could’ve had a nice long sleep-in and now I’m awake. What a bore! Guess that means I really ought to do my laundry as I said. God, my panties are damp all the time around them. I’ve never had to change my underwear so often in my life before!
Should I do their laundry? After all, it’s no more effort to do a big load than a small one. No, I don’t think so. This is just a sexy vacation, not a statement. I don’t want them to get ideas. Or to build up my own hopes. I like them, I like them a lot, but this relationship is not going anywhere. In fact, it’s not even a real relationship. The words were firm in her mind, but her heart was still ambivalent. Isn’t it a relationship? Honestly, do I still believe I’m not in a relationship with these men? It no longer feels like they’re just casual fuck buddies. They’ve become friends. Very close friends.
Shut up and get with the program, her mind ordered her heart.
Carefully Imogen sorted her laundry into whites and colors, shaking each item thoroughly before placing it in a machine. After she’d loaded two machines in the large, empty laundry room, Imogen decided she would go back to the labyrinth while she waited for her clothes to wash. Once again she loved the beauty and silence of the garden, but this time thoughts of Liam and Gage kept imposing themselves on her mind.
Why are you so sure it won’t work?
Because Gage is too bossy.
But he’s not self-serving the way my father is. Father wants everything done his way. Gage is happy for Liam and me to do our own thing. He made no attempt to force me to play golf. Father would have insisted I play if he wanted me there.
Yes, that’s true but…
I don’t think I could live with a person who is so sure he knows what is right for me all the time. There needs to be genuine consideration for my thoughts and feelings. Gage is caring. But in a quite different way from Liam. Liam has little-boy selfish moments but he’s a much lighter-hearted person. He laughs more easily and comes out of his sulks very fast. Liam makes no secret of the fact he wants me to be happy. He puts me ahead of himself, like in the cinema.
Imogen shivered and her panties dampened as she remembered those hot and heavy twenty minutes behind the curtain in the movie theater. God, I must have been out of my mind to do that!
She sat by the fountain in the center of the labyrinth and let the peaceful surroundings flow over her, stilling her thoughts and heart.
This is just for a week. Gage seems caring and he’s definitely a considerate lover—hell, a red-hot, considerate lover. I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life before as I’ve had this week! But he’s still arrogant. And I won’t live with an arrogant man ever again. Case closed.
Determined, she stood up and headed back along the pathway to collect her laundry.
Her machine had finished its cycle, so she busied herself taking out each item, shaking it carefully, turning it neatly inside out, then placing it in the dryer. She pushed the buttons for medium heat, inserted her coins and pressed start.
I’m surprised there are no benches to sit on in here, Imogen said to herself, bending her knees then springing up to sit on a closed washing machine. As she did she remembered a work colleague who said she’d had sex on her washing machine during the spin cycle. She’d said it was pretty awesome too. I’m becoming a nymphomaniac. Sex behind the curtains in the cinema, sex on a washing machine. But how could it be done, I wonder. One man sitting with the woman on his lap. That’d work easily enough. But with two men… Hmm…Gage on the machine. Liam on Gage. Me on Liam. Although on top I would have to actually sit between their two bodies… Shit! What am I doing? I’m planning an orgy on top of a washing machine in a public laundry room. I must be going insane. Too much sex doesn’t send you blind, it scrambles your brains totally!
Imogen remained lost in thought for some time, thinking through everything that had happened on this vacation and where she wanted her life to go. She was roused from her reverie by her dryer beeping, so she collected her laundry, folding and stacking all the items neatly and cleaning the lint filter on the machine before leaving the laundry room.
****
Imogen was just hanging the last of her freshly ironed clothes in the closet when Gage and Liam returned full of stories of lost balls, sand traps and neat putts.
“Have we got time for a shower before lunch?” asked Gage.
“Of course, it’s not even noon yet.”
“But we didn’t have breakfast and we’ve walked a million miles so we’re starving,” added Liam.
“You’re always starving,” she teased, “and I haven’t had breakfast either. I forgot all about it.”
“Well let’s get cleaned up and we’ll have a big lunch then.” Gage swung her into his arms for a kiss and before she knew what was happening, he and Liam were tugging her T-shirt and shorts off, pulling down her panties and collecting condoms and lube.
“I thought you were having a shower?”
“Oh we are, we are. But it’s always more fun to shower with a friend. Or two.”
“Uh-huh.”
God, they were yummy. She’d seen them naked so many times this week she’d lost count. But every time they stripped off it was as if she saw them for the first time. Gage so dark against Liam’s fair skin. Liam so light-hearted and filled with joie de vivre—well, mostly. Except when he was hungry or worried about getting sunburned! Gage more serious and bossy, but always considering Liam and herself in his decrees and statements and always willing to listen.
Suddenly Imogen felt herself have one of those light bulb moments. He listened. When she explained something to him, he listened to her and assessed her needs and wants. Her father never listened. Once he’d made his mind up it was like talking to a brick wall.
Before Imogen could think through this revelation four strong hands were guiding her under the warm water, two mouths were licking and sucking and nibbling at her skin, a muscular thigh was edging her legs apart and her brain was frying with the instant need to come, to
be fucked, to feel a hot, hard cock deep inside her, filling her, stretching her, bringing her to completion.
“Face the wall and brace yourself, sweetie,” said Gage.
Imogen folded her arms on the shower wall and leaned her forehead on them, her legs apart and her honey already flowing from her eager pussy.
“You’re so beautiful. I just have to touch and taste you all the time,” whispered Liam, running his hands down her sides and pressing kisses in a line across her shoulders.
Imogen gathered her hair in its long plait and dropped it down between her and the wall so Liam could have unrestricted access to her back. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder to see Liam burying his face in her neck as he spread his legs wide and Gage started lubing his ass.
“Watching you two fuck makes me burn. To be part of your fucking is so erotic, so unbelievably carnal.”
“Feeling a little needy, are we?” Liam dropped his hands to her cunt and slid two fingers inside. “So hot, so tight, so very wet. You’re ready and waiting for me, aren’t you, honey?”
“Fuck me, fill me. Don’t make me wait anymore.” These men only had to look at her to light her fire. A single touch from either of them and she burst into flames.
Liam fumbled a condom off the shelf where Gage had put them and quickly rolled it on over his cock. He gripped her hips, bent his knees, and thrust deep and hard inside her.
“Shit, you’re tight. If you grab me any harder my dick will break.”
Gage already had a condom on. He squeezed some lube on it then held Liam’s ass cheeks apart and pressed into his dark channel. “Thank God this brand is waterproof.”
“Fuck, yeah,” gasped Liam.
Imogen could feel everything. Liam was pressed so hard against her she sensed every inch of Gage sliding into Liam while Liam stayed perfectly still inside her. Finally Gage was balls-deep in Liam, and all three breathed a deep sigh. Imogen braced herself against the wall once more, Liam held her hips, and Gage held Liam’s. The men were both so eager it took them a few strokes to synchronize their movements, but soon they had a rhythm going, moving together, Gage into Liam and Liam into Imogen.
Almost immediately Imogen began to pant from the tension of their slow thrusts. She tried to move her hips but Liam held them too tightly. Experimentally she clenched her inner muscles and Liam gasped.
“Shit, honey, do that again and I’ll come for sure. My cock may be made of steel, but my self-control isn’t.”
“Don’t want the party to end when it’s hardly begun,” added Gage.
Imogen was almost sobbing with need. Her belly was a coil of intense desire. She wanted these men more than she’d ever wanted them before. Wanted them to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her again until she was mindless with passion and beyond satiation. Wanted to kiss and caress and care for them. Wanted them to know she was falling in love with them. Love? Where did that come from?
Liam seemed to sense how needy she was as he slipped his hand between her body and the wall, his middle finger unerringly reaching her clit and teasing it. As the two men still pumped in unison, Liam’s finger stroked her clit, teasing and soothing, nipping then smoothing, cranking up the heat inside her until she was sure she would combust. Every nerve ending was on fire. She was so close, so close. If only she could have reached their balls—
Desperately she clenched her inner muscles with all her strength. Liam gave a shout, pinched her clit and with a keening wail she came, the climax exploding out of her like a cannon ball. Liam had wrapped his arm around her waist and she could feel his body shaking hard against hers. Then Gage’s arms came around Liam, his hands resting on her shoulders, and she sensed him shaking in release as well.
She leaned back into the men, grateful for their strength to support her as her whole body felt like a limp noodle from the power of her release. It was only then she noticed that the water splashing in the shower was icy cold.
Chapter Four
It was quite some time before they’d all recovered enough to wash, dry, get dressed and walk over to the restaurant.
The men were very hungry after their busy morning on an empty stomach, and Imogen was awed at how much they both ate. While she worked her way through pumpkin soup, a main course of grilled fish and baked vegetables, and a slice of cherry pie for dessert, they chomped their way steadily through the menu—soup, entrée, salad, main and dessert, or two desserts in Liam’s case.
The people who had been sitting near them had all left when their coffee was served.
“So, apart from your laundry, what did you do this morning while I was whipping Gage’s ass at golf?” asked Liam.
Not wanting to hear more stories about their prowess on the golf course, she replied quickly, “I walked through the labyrinth. It’s so beautiful and serene there. The plants are designed for maximum effect. It’s like two layers—a lower front row of flowering shrubs and bushes and a higher back row of trees and thicker, taller shrubs so each aisle is almost enclosed.”
“That does sound fascinating. We must go and walk through it while we are here,” said Liam.
“Another place we haven’t visited yet is the business center. We all really ought to check our emails. It’s been quite a while since we contacted the real world.”
“How about we go to the business center and go online now, while our lunch digests a bit?” suggested Liam.
“Yes, good idea,” replied Gage and Imogen nodded too. Her friends would be wondering how she was enjoying her vacation. She really ought to send a few emails and catch up on the news.
The business center had a full staff of secretaries and a phalanx of computers, photocopiers, faxes and other business machines. The three settled themselves at a row of PCs. Imogen contented herself with logging into her personal email account and answering her friends, giving them a brief and highly censored account of her vacation so far.
Then she skimmed through her work email, glad to notice nothing urgent in there and, since she had her vacation responder switched on, not bothering to answer even easy questions. I’m on vacation. I don’t want them to think they can bother me right now, she reasoned.
Both men seemed quite occupied with their own emails so Imogen skimmed through some of her favorite blogs to find out what was happening in her absence. She was still happily reading when Liam squeezed her shoulder. “How about a game of tennis?”
“Tennis?”
“Good idea. Let’s burn off some of those calories we just ate.” Gage started logging off his computer.
“Okay, but you two will undoubtedly wipe the court with me. I can’t see myself having your strength or speed or stamina, even after the enormous meal you just ate.”
“I don’t know. In our last game you demonstrated a really vicious backhand stroke.”
“Not vicious enough to let me win a match though.”
****
Gage and Liam held hands over the sleeping form of an exhausted Imogen.
“It was the third climax that did it. She was a ball of energy until then.” Liam spoke quietly but his eyes were full of teasing laughter as he looked at his long-time lover.
Gage’s heart was full to bursting with love for this man and this woman. His to love and protect. His responsibility and his joy. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on Liam’s palm. “I can’t believe how lucky we were to find her. I love you. I will always love you, but I love her too. Somehow she completes us. Together we are good, we were happy. But as a threesome nothing can stop us. Our lives are so much richer, deeper, somehow.”
“I feel that too. You’re the only man for me. I knew that the moment we met. But with Imogen it’s different. Fuller somehow. Her softness completes your hardness. Her gentleness accentuates your sharpness. She adds another dimension to our lives.”
“I want to protect Imogen, to keep her safe by my side, but she gets all prickly when I try to put boundaries around her.”
“She’s a grown woman, Gage. And we now k
now her father is rather more than just a neat freak. He’s a controlling jerk. She has successfully moved out from under his control and made a life for herself. She’ll probably always scrub the sink after cleaning her teeth, that’s ingrained in her DNA now. Even though she can look after herself, she’ll let us care for her as long as we don’t try to constrain her.”
“Damn, I hope you’re right. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to her or to you. Caring for you both is in my DNA.”
Liam and Gage half sat up and kissed each other. It wasn’t their usual wild teeth and tongue clashing kiss but a gentle, understanding, peaceful kiss. Then they both lay down again, snuggled into Imogen, wrapped their arms around each other across her body, and went to sleep.
****
They were walking along the west side of the resort, an area they hadn’t really explored yet, when they came across a mud-brick wall, still under construction. A resort worker was there explaining to guests how to make a mud-brick and decorate it.
“We’re building a memorial wall. The brick you make can be in memory of a person who has passed on, someone who meant a lot to you, or who influenced your life. Or it can be a memorial to a special event in your life, even a vacation.” He grinned widely. “But the whole purpose of this wall is that every brick in it is embedded with meaning and love.”
“What a wonderful idea. I’d like to make a brick, but I need to think a while about who I’ll dedicate it to,” said Imogen.
“A staff member is here to help guests who want to make a brick, from ten until six every day, so just come back when you’re ready,” said the worker.
Liam had wandered over to the completed part of the wall. “Come and read these bricks. It may give you some ideas,” he called to Imogen.
Gage took Imogen’s hand and led her over to the wall. “It reminds me a bit of a war memorial,” he said softly.
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