by Sadie May
“You know she won’t want us forever,” he says.
I know it. He knows it. But hearing it is still a blow to the gut, so I just nod.
“You think we can have a fling with Charlotte and then just watch her walk away?” His voice is filled with disbelief and I can’t say that I blame him.
“No,” I say. “I don’t think it would be easy to let her go, but we could do it. It would suck—” That was putting it mildly. I force a shrug, “But we’ve been through worse.”
I can see the debate on his face. I can read every emotion there plain as day, partly because he’s an open book, but also because I’m feeling the exact same way.
It would be heaven on earth while it lasted. But when she left we’d be back to being on our own, looking for someone who can fit between us and give us that feeling of home we’re always looking for.
I can already feel how lonely it will be to have a taste of her and have to let her go. I know because I did it tonight, and the more we did it, the longer it lasted, the harder it would be.
I look up at Axle and meet his gaze. “It would be worth it, man. Trust me. It would be worth it.”
Chapter Five
Axle
Honestly, it’s not hard to convince me. I’ve been lusting after Charlotte for years now. Years. That’s just crazy. And the thought of being able to act on that—well, it’s just too good to resist.
Even though I know that we’ll pay for it. There’s no way we’re walking away unscathed.
But Dyce has a point. We’re grown men. We’ve been through shit before. We’ve handled a lot of crap in our lives, we can handle this.
And the best part? I get to feel like a motherfuckin’ hero about the whole thing. Dyce managed to convince me that we’d be doing her a favor. We’d be helping to stroke her ego while we stroke her pussy.
It’s a tough job but somebody’s gotta do it.
I’m not gonna lie, I can’t wait to make a move. Not only because I’ve been jonesing for her body for the past two years but because it’s killing me that Dyce got to have a taste without me.
See, here’s one of the ways it pays to share. When you’re both fucking the same chick, jealousy never rears its ugly head. I’m not a jealous person by nature and if Dyce wanted to go and finger fuck one of the ladies we hook up with, I wouldn’t really care.
But the fact that he got a taste of our angel without me?
Nah. Not cool.
Of course, I openly admit I’d have done the same so I really can’t be too pissed. But still, the first opportunity I get, I am going to take my chances with our princess. Luckily, I get to see her again soon.
Like, first thing that next morning soon. I’m standing outside her door, ready to knock and let her know we’re here. Dyce agreed that it was my turn. Because shit, she’s probably not going to want a repeat performance on her doorstep with a different stranger the very next morning. But just in case she did… I’d be there. This time I’d be the one to have a private moment with our hottie.
And she is hot. Good God is she hot. Even without trying, the girl is a ten. A knockout. She has the body of a porn star and the face of an angel. Her clothes… aw fuck, who cares about her clothes? All I care about is how to get her out of them. Because while those tight little pencil skirts get me hard, I can’t stop thinking about what Dyce said, about how she needs a sexual release and she needs help building up her confidence.
Every word out of his mouth had rung true. For someone so hot, smart, and independent as Charlotte seems to be, it was a shock to see her looking so uncomfortable around us at the garage. Almost like we scared her.
I pause before knocking on her door. How exactly had Dyce gone about this? I rack my brain for some sort of one-liner opening but before I could come up with anything, the door flies open and I find myself staring at the woman of our dreams.
Her big blue eyes are wide with surprise. Probably because I was standing there inches from her face.
Her lips are slightly parted in surprise. All I’d have to do is lean over and we’d be kissing. She wouldn’t push me away, I know that deep down in my bones. I knew it in the garage. She’s attracted to us. To both of us. And hearing Dyce’s story confirmed it.
That knowledge alone makes me hard, but watching her tongue flick out to wet her lips? Fuck me, I’ll be replaying that later today while I jerked off in the bathroom.
I flash her a smile hoping to put her at ease as I teasingly bow and gesture for her to walk past me. “Your chariot awaits.”
After a couple heartbeats, she finally returns my smile and holy shit was it worth the wait. She has one of those smiles that’s totally transformative—her whole demeanor seems to change as she smiles. Her eyes warm as her body relaxes. I see another glimpse of the sweet girl she hides behind that professional demeanor.
I wonder what else she hides behind that harsh bun and the restrictive clothes.
A body made for fucking, no doubt. I’d already known that even without Dyce’s confirmation. She might wear boring, corporate attire, but I’ve been watching her long enough to piece together a mental image of the body that lies beneath.
That high, rounded ass that begged to be spanked, the curvy hips, the tits that teased and tormented as they pressed against her button down tops. Fuck me, what I wouldn’t give to tear away that top right now.
I bet her bras were made of lace. She strikes me as the type who’s all business on the outside but she has a sensual side underneath.
I bite back a curse. Fuck, Dyce had confirmed that already too. That did it. I had to make a move and it had to be soon because I’m dying over here. It’s bad enough that I haven’t had a taste of her yet, but to know that Dyce has?
Well, it breaks every rule we have about sharing and this is exactly why. The only way we can have a strong friendship and business partnership is if we share everything. And that includes women, but especially this woman. If we didn’t share a mutual obsession with her these past two years, we would have been at each other’s throats ages ago.
She’s reaching for her briefcase beside the door. “You don’t have to do this,” she says. A pretty pink blush is creeping up her neck and my cock goes stiff at the sight.
Fuck, I can’t wait to see that blush all over her body.
“I told Dyce it wasn’t necessary,” she says.
And now I know why she’s blushing. She’s embarrassed about last night. She’s worried that he’s told me about it, that I’m judging her.
All thoughts of competing with Dyce fly out of my brain as my heart lurches in response to her obvious vulnerability. Shit, I’d been so focused on me and my wants, I hadn’t thought about how she must be feeling this morning after what must have been a rare experience.
I have two seconds to think through what I should say and do. After half a second I say fuck it. I’ve never been good at playing games. I work best when I’m being honest and forthright. So rather than try and play it off or make some cryptic response that lets her know that it’s all cool, I spell it out for her. “Listen, sweetheart, there’s something you should know,” I start.
She widens her eyes in surprise and anticipation. Her lips part and I’m almost too distracted to continue. Instead, I use my hard-on and my fucking insatiable desire to show her just how I feel.
Closing the distance between us, I lightly wrap one arm around her waist and tug her close so her belly is pressed up against my hard cock. There’s no way she doesn’t know just how much I want her.
If there’s any doubt, her gasp erases it. I watch, fascinated, as her eyes cloud with a crazy lust that matches my own.
Oh holy shit, she’s even hotter than I’d ever imagined. She is all ice and calm on the outside, and passion and fire underneath.
Jesus, I can’t wait to have her in my bed. Our bed. This woman clearly deserves the best. She deserves to be cherished and adored at all times. And it suddenly all makes sense why she needs me and Dyce.
&
nbsp; Because she’s more than any one man deserves. She deserves more than any one man can give.
I’m not a religious man, but at this moment everything in my life feels fucking meant to be. We’ve been craving this woman for years and now, up close, it seems absurdly apparent that she needs the two of us, too. Maybe not for the long term, but right now.
That thought gives me the courage to say what needs to be said. “Dyce told me what happened between the two of you last night.”
Sure enough, her eyes widen with embarrassment, but I don’t give her a chance to wallow in that shit. Embarrassment is for people who don’t know what they want.
Our woman deserves better.
I hurry on, tilting my head down so my lips are close to hers. “I need you to know that he thinks you’re the sexiest, most tempting woman he’s ever met.”
I feel her gasp for air, her back rising quickly beneath my hand. My cock stirs at the sound. Shit, I can’t wait to make her gasp in bed, then moan, and then fucking scream my name.
“I think so too,” I add, moving my head slightly so I can brush my lips against hers, a sweet, all-too-brief grazing of my mouth over hers. But it’s enough to get us both worked up. I’m so fucking turned on it takes all my will power to keep from shoving that skirt up so I can feel her wet pussy. For her part, her breaths are shallow and labored and just before I move away I hear her soft whimper.
That’s right, sweetheart. Soon enough she’ll be crying out for me.
But right this moment, she’s too wary, too embarrassed, too scared. And I can’t say I blame her. This is all happening quickly on her part. Me and Dyce have had years to fantasize about this, but our girl here needs to adjust to the idea that she’s going to be in our bed and fucked senseless by the two dirty mechanics from down the street.
With that thought, I ease my embrace, letting her back away even though my cock hates this fucking plan.
But I’m not done talking. I give her a moment to catch her breath before I pick up her briefcase and start to lead the way out of her apartment and into the hall. Before we get too far, I turn to face her. “Just so you we’re clear. What Dyce and I are offering is more than just a ride this weekend.”
She blinks at me, her pretty blue eyes impossibly wide.
“We’re both here to fulfill all your needs,” I say, not even trying to hide the alternative meanings. Hell, I want her to know exactly what I’m saying. There should be no misunderstandings between us. “Any time, day or night.”
Chapter Six
Charlotte
Any time, day or night.
The words have been playing on repeat all day. It’s amazing that I made it through the work day without losing my mind, or racing off to call Jane. I even managed to get a tiny bit of work done, though for the most part, any attempt to work was cut short by memories of Axle’s words.
Or the recurring memory of Dyce’s kiss last night. I’d tossed and turned all night after he’d left. On one hand I was more satiated than I’d ever been. But on the other hand, I wanted more. It was like that little taste of pleasure with Dyce had opened a door and I couldn’t shut it.
Now I know what I’ve been missing.
Dammit, life was so much easier before I knew what amazing sex felt like. And they hadn’t even fucked me yet! That’s the real kicker. If I could get that hot and wild over one steamy, grinding kiss—which, okay yeah, totally included me fucking his fingers—I can’t even imagine what it would be like to actually have amazing sex with them. Like, in a bed.
Or bent over a car.
I suck in air and force myself to focus on making pasta. When Axle texted me earlier today asking what time I needed a lift home, I panicked. I told him I had a ride.
It’s not like I didn’t want to see him and Dyce. I did. Holy shit, I can’t wait to see them again. But before I do, I need to get my head on straight.
I am not an impulsive person. That little interlude with Dyce in my hallway? Yeah, that’s the craziest most impulsive thing I have ever done by a long shot. So to take Axle and Dyce up on their offer of amazing sex any time day or night?
I need to process this.
Processing, in this instance, requires talking to Jane. She’s just as excited about all this as I knew she would be.
She might be just as excited as I am.
“I knew it!” she screams. “I knew you had a wild and crazy sexy side to you, you little slut.”
I grin at the computer screen. Thank God for videocalls because at a time like this, I absolutely need to see my best friend.
“You’re going to take them up on this, right?” she says. It’s not so much a question as a command.
I nod. “Yeah, I think so.”
“You think so?” She’s clearly horrified, her margarita frozen in midair as she gapes at me. “Lady, I hate to break this to you, but this could very well be a once in a lifetime offer.” She shakes her head. “I have been sexually active for nearly a decade and I have to say, nothing like this has ever happened to me, or any of my other girlfriends, for that matter.” She leans forward so her face fills the screen. “You have been offered the mecca of sexual bliss, my friend.” Her voice lowers to a reverent whisper. “You have been offered two hot, strapping studs at once. Two! At once!”
I blink at that. “How do you know they want me at once?”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh my sweet little clueless one. Why else would they both be propositioning you? He said ‘me and Dyce’ like they’re a fucking team or something.” Her eyes light up. “They’re your own personal fuck squad!”
I laugh as I finish off the last of my meal. Some of the tension is gone now that I’ve talked it out a bit. More than anything I just needed to hear myself say it aloud to make it real. There’s a part of me that was starting to feel like it was too good to be true. Like maybe I’d officially lost my mind and had started hallucinating that my fantasies were coming to life.
But now I know. This situation is officially too good to be true—Jane has confirmed that much—but it is really happening. It is happening. Two hotties want me. Me! And maybe even at the same time.
Mind blown.
Jane is shaking her head in disgust. “I can’t believe you’re sitting here talking to me when you could be with them right now.”
I nod. I kind of can’t believe it myself. “I needed to wrap my head around it first,” I explain. “You know me, I’m not exactly a leap without looking kind of person.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Jane mumbles with a roll of her eyes.
Her next comment is cut off by a knock at my door. Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I reach the door. Maybe it’s Dyce. Or Axle. Who else would it be?
Sure enough, I throw it open and find Axle smiling at me with that charming grin. “Hello, love. Miss me?”
I can’t stop myself from smiling back. I’m almost positive it’s a goofy, silly smile but I can’t help it. He’s just too freakin’ cute. “Hi.” It comes out all shy and girly and I give myself a mental kick in the butt. You’re supposed to be hot and sexy, not shy and awkward.
But he doesn’t seem to notice. He moves toward me and grabs me to him so quickly I lose my breath. I moan as my body comes into contact with his.
Fuck me, but I love the way he moves, all self-assured and cocky. It’s a freakin’ turn on. And then he’s kissing me with an intensity that makes my knees weak. His passion is so at odds with his laid back demeanor but that it makes it that much hotter.
Like I’m the one thing he cares enough about to get worked up about.
His tongue is hot and demanding, thrusting into my mouth and laying claim. My pussy aches instantly. It’s all I can do not to leap up on him and grind myself against him. He digs his hands into my hair and tilts my head to the side so he can have even more access. The way his lips mold to mine, the way his tongue takes command of my mouth—I know without a doubt how this man will fuck me.
This is not a kiss, it’s fo
replay. It’s a preview of coming attractions.
When he pulls away, I moan. I can’t help it. I’ve officially lost it. I have no control anymore, clearly. Axle and Dyce make me crazy. They make me forget that I’m a workaholic who’s never had great sex. They make me forget that I don’t know how to be around me. They make me forget other men exist, period.
What the hell is this crazy hold they have on me?
You know what, at this particular moment, I don’t even care. Maybe it’s the wine I had with my pasta or the chat with Jane, but I know without a doubt that I want this. I want him.
And Dyce.
I want them both. Is it really possible that they want the same thing?
I blink my eyes open slowly, loving the way he’s still holding me tight, crushing my breasts against his chest as his hard cock presses against my belly, telling me loud and clear that I’m not alone in this fog of desire.
Once my eyes are fully open he lifts his free hand and brushes back some hair that fell into my face. I can only imagine my expression is dreamy, because that’s how I feel. Surely this is a dream. This can’t be reality.
It sure as hell doesn’t look anything like the world as I know it.
His smile is slow and sexy. “I don’t want to leave you.” He says it so simply, no games and no pretenses. Just, I don’t want to leave you.
“Then don’t.” I hardly recognize my husky, breathless voice and I shock the hell out of myself with those words.
He groans and leans forward so his forehead rests against mine. “Baby doll, you’re killing me here.”
I open my mouth but I hesitate. I don’t even know why. It’s just all happening so quickly and it’s so very outside of my comfort zone. I mean, I’m all for dreams coming true but it’s awfully hard to process. Nothing in my life has ever prepared me for a moment like this.
And the most amazing part? Axle seems to get that. He seems to know me well enough to understand that. Which is crazy because obviously he doesn’t know me know me. He can’t, right? We might live down the street from one another but we live in different worlds.
