Sharing Samantha

by Madison Faye

  And that’s all cause of her.

  I never saw her coming. Well, literally, I didn’t, when she slipped into that tub and into my lap, shocking us both. But even coming up here to Martin’s mother’s house. Hell, who knew what I’d find up here? I knew two things: that I hated Thanksgiving, and that I thought Martin McCue was a grade-A douchebag. And spending this godforsaken holiday with him and his douchebag family sounded like hell.

  But, you do what you have to do. And right now, Reece and I need his hedge fund to buy our algorithm. And hell, we’ve had to do way worse for way less before. Like when we were in-between foster homes together, scrounging on the streets for a fucking bite to split between us.

  …Honesty, it makes dealing with a prick like Martin or even a crappy holiday like Thanksgiving seem like nothing.

  So that was my mood driving up here late from the city. My mindset was to just knuckle down, smile when I had to, and suck up to Martin and his asshole family, even if it killed me to do it. The house had been dark when I’d gotten here, and I was about to just call it a night when I’d glanced out the window from the first floor bathroom and spotted the hot tub.

  Hell yeah.

  Ten minutes and a fruitless search for a beer later, I was soaking my stress away. And that’s when she’s slid down into my lap and changed my whole world.

  I’ve never felt this before. Not even close. And it’s nothing I’d ever expect to feel in years, let alone minutes of knowing a girl.

  It’s unexplainable. It’s insane. But I know what I feel. I know what I felt when she kissed me. And hell, I know what I felt when Reece joined in.

  He and I have never done that before. We’ve come close, once or twice. And once, we dated a girl at the same time, knowingly. But never anything like that. Never at the same time like that.

  I groan as the flashes of what just happened in that hot tub stream before my eyes. Her moaning between us, the way she arched her back and moaned for more when I slid my cock into her perfect—and I do mean fucking perfect—little pussy. The way she clenched tight around me and got even wetter when Reece grabbed her hair, pushing his cock into her throat as she whimpered in pleasure.

  …The way she came for us.

  I don’t know what this is, and I don’t even know what comes next for any of us. But I also don’t care. Because all I know in this exact moment is that I’ve never felt happier. And when I glance over at my best friend as we all traipse back to the house through the snow, I can see the same thing all over his face.

  I don’t know where she came from, but I don’t know how we’re ever going to let her go. Even if she’s Martin’s stepsister. That little fact I obviously didn’t know until after, when we all collapsed into the tub to soak. That’s also when I found out about her and Reece earlier.

  It’s funny, cause with any other guy, I’d have been seeing-red jealous. I’d have been furious at another man daring to lay hands on this angel. But, I mean...it’s Reece. My brother for all intents and purposes. My best friend in the world. Sharing her with him, or thinking of him with her without me didn’t bring up any rage or jealousy.

  Shit, it just got me hard.

  Her being Martin’s stepsister is a problem, especially since there’s no way in hell I want this to be a one-time thing. I want this to be an every-time forever type thing. But then, I don’t exactly see that going well with that little shitbag Martin. Especially since he’s mentioned on multiple occasions how much he wants to “bang” Samantha.

  Trust me, douchebag, it’s not that you’re her stepbrother that’s stopping that from happening. It’s that you’re a repellent, piggish excuse for a human being.

  But, whatever comes of that, I’m ready for it. And I mean that honestly. Because in the span of, what, an hour of knowing Samantha? Well, I’d give it all up for her, and I know that absolutely.

  We’re still cracking up and kicking snow at each other as we tumble onto porch by the back door, and suddenly, we realize we’re not alone.

  “Huh, so, what do we have here?”

  Samantha gasps, dropping out of my arms and yanking the towel around herself. Her face hardens, and I can see by her body language that this ain’t good. I can also see by the way Reece’s lips pull back in a snarl that the guy in the suit sitting on the bench next to the backdoor is trouble.

  “What—what are you doing here, Ken?”

  There’s a fear in her voice, and that alone gets the heat rising up inside of me. I can feel my hands close into fists like an automatic reaction, my muscles clenching as I eye up the preppy-looking asshole glaring at her.

  “Why don’t you take a step back,” I mutter quietly.

  He snorts, turning to me and glaring. And I can see from his eyes that he’s been drinking.

  “Hey, fuck you, pal,” he spits at me. I could hit him, but I don’t. I’m not that overly-aggressive asshole type. And the guy’s drunk. I’ll give him the one free pass on swearing at me.

  He turns on unsteady feet towards Samantha, glaring at her, his mouth small. “You know, I came back here to talk.”

  She smiles thinly. “I don’t see what we have to talk about.”

  “Sam, I made mistakes, and—”

  “I think that’s putting it lightly,” Reece growls. I glance at him, seeing rage on his face, and suddenly, I know who this is. Ken, as in her ex. He came up back in the hot tub when they were telling me about Reece kissing her and pretending to be her boyfriend. And now, I seriously rethink having not just hit this asshole in the mouth.

  “I wasn’t talking to you,” Ken spits at Reece before he snorts, glancing at me. “And what the fuck, man? Thought she was yours?”

  “She is.”

  There’s a dangerous edge to my buddy’s voice, but Ken doesn’t seem to hear it. He’s going to regret that.

  “And here she is in a fuckin’ bikini giggling like a bitch in heat while some other guy manhandles her?”

  I see red. I see blind fucking red, and I snarl as I move right into the guy, getting in his face.

  “You need to seriously rethink the next words that come out of your mouth,” I hiss.

  Ken snorts, too stupid or too drunk to see how close he is to both of us not holding back anymore.

  “Well shit, so it’s like that, huh?” He smiles at Samantha. “Maybe that’s why we just never worked out. Cause a dirty slut like you needs two guys, you fucking whor—”

  In fairness, I did warn him.

  My fist connects with Ken’s mouth hard, so hard that I seriously wonder if I’ve broken his jaw. He screams, stumbling backwards and falling off the side of the low porch into the snow, sputtering and wailing as blood pours down from his split lip.

  Oh but we’re not even close to done with him.

  Reece roars, jumping off the porch after him, kicking him in the side as Ken squeals and tries to crawl away.

  “Get up!” Reece bellows, kicking the shithead again. “Get up, you fucking prick!”

  Ken does, but just as he’s up, Reece knocks his ass back down. This time, it’s me who hauls his sorry ass up, sinking a fist into his gut before I shove him back down.

  “Leave. Now,” I snarl, both my eyes and Reece’s blazing pure fire and murder at the guy as he pathetically picks himself up and runs for his car—this gleaming black Porsche.

  “Fuck you two!” he screams over his shoulder as he yanks the door open. “You can have her. Fucking slut!”

  …Oh this guy just doesn’t know when to quit.

  He screams like a little girl, jumping into the car and slamming the door shut as Reece and I run for him. The engine roars to life, but before he can even get it into drive, we’re on him. There’s a low rock wall to the side of the driveway, and Reece and each grab huge stones from the top of it. Reece’s boot takes out one of Ken’s headlights, the rock in his hand taking chunks out of the hood as he hammers it down.

  Ken’s screaming bloody murder, his face pale as he desperately tries to get the car
into drive and find purchase on the slippery drive. He does, but not before the rock in my hands goes through his windshield in an explosion of glass. The mangled Porsche spins out, fishtailing wildly as it roars down the driveway. But not before Reece heaves another rock through his back windshield, and not before I get one embedded in the roof.

  Suddenly, the car stops, and I stare in amazement as the side door opens and Ken steps out.

  “Oh, and Samantha?” he yells from down the driveway. “You know these two assholes are just here to sell fucking software to Martin’s company, right? You know the only reason they’re all over you is to you gush to Martin how fucking great they are. They’re not here for you, Sam,” he yells as my heart sinks into my gut.

  “They’re here to get paid.”

  He jumps in the car and roars away, leaving both Reece and me suddenly cold.

  We turn, and when I see the pale look on her face and the hurt in her eyes, I want to scream. Both of us rush to her, both of us pulling her shivering body into our arms as we tug her inside, closing the door behind us.

  The house is silent, and the kitchen is dark.

  “You know that’s not true, Samantha,” Reece says quietly. “You know that’s not true.”

  She’s quiet, her lip caught between her teeth as she twists her hands together.

  “Do I?”

  “Yes,” I growl, pulling her into me, my hands pushing her wet hair out of her face. “Yes, you do, angel. You know that’s bullshit.”

  “But you are here because you’re trying to sell Martin your software, right?”

  “Yes,” Reece doesn’t hesitate, or try and sugarcoat it. Which is good.

  “That’s why we came, Samantha. But that is not why we’re here now.”

  “So why are you here no—”

  “You,” I growl, and when my lips press to hers, I’m not sure if I’m pushing it too hard, but I do know I can’t go another moment without kissing her. But, when she doesn’t pull away, and when I slowly feel her kiss me back, I can feel sweet relief melting through me. I pull away, and it’s Reece who takes my place, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her slowly and deeply.

  “I…” She pulls back, and I can see the wheels turning in her head as she looks away.

  “I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower. I just…I need to think.” Her eyes dart between us as she smiles slowly. “Look, it’s just a lot to take in all in one night, you know? I mean, both of you? And it’s not like you’re asking me to pick one of you or anything.”

  She frowns.

  “Wait, are you?”

  “Not a chance,” Reece growls.

  “Actually, we’re asking you not to pick,” I say gently. “Because princess, I’m pretty sure we come as a package deal when it comes to you.”

  She blushes, biting her lip before she leans in and kisses me on the cheek, and then Reece.

  “I just need to go think, okay?”

  “Of course.”

  She smiles. “You’re both staying in the guest room in the basement?”

  I nod and she nods back.

  “Well, goodnight.”

  She turns and pads away in the darkness of the house, leaving the both of us…

  Well?

  Uncertain.

  Uncertain, on edge, and just wanting more.

  ****

  “This is it, man,” I say quietly, sinking down across one of the two beds in the basement guest room we’re staying in. “I mean, she’s it.”

  “I know.” Reece blows air through his lips as he shoves his fingers through his hair. “Shit, I knew that the second I laid eyes on her. I saw her and I knew she was it for me.” He grins, turning towards me. “I knew she’d lay you out too, asshole,” he grins.

  I chuckle, shaking my head before I look back at him. “So, this isn’t weird, is it?”

  He shakes his head. “No. I mean, I’ve wondered if it would be if you and I ever…you know…”

  “Shared?”

  He nods. “But it’s not. Hell, it’s even better knowing it’s not going to come down to her ‘picking’ one of us and fucking with our friendship.” He shrugs. “Shit, that and it’s hot as fuck with both of us taking her at the same time.”

  I groan. “Tell me about it. That was…” I whistle. “That was like nothing else.”

  “This is going to be a problem with Martin,” Reece mutters. “You know that, right?”

  “I know that.” I scowl. “Fuck Martin, man. We’ve been kissing that douchebag’s ass for a month now, and we still haven’t locked Prism into buying. And if this is a choice between making the sale and her?”

  Reece’s face darkens. “Her.”

  “Not even a question, is it?” I growl under my breath. I glance at the clock, and feel something sink in me. Part of me was hoping she’d “think things through” and then come down, and come back to us. But I’m starting to wonder if that was wishful thinking. It’s been over an hour since we came downstairs after she walked off in the kitchen.

  Still no Samantha.

  “Think we moved too fast?”

  Reece’s question mirrors my thoughts, and I shake my head.

  “Maybe. Shit, I don’t know. I just hope she’s not upstairs regretting this or—”

  The knock on the door to the guest room is so soft that we almost don’t hear it. But then it comes again, and before we can say a word, the knob turns and the door slowly opens.

  And there she is.

  Samantha steps in, her eyes darting between us, her lip twisting in her teeth, and her cheeks flushed. She’s wearing this big white terrycloth robe, her long red hair wet and pulled over one shoulder.

  “Hi,” she says quietly, stepping inside. She closes the door behind her.

  “So, I did some thinking.”

  I nod. “And?”

  The robe drops to her feet, and I can hear Reece groan with just as much raw need as I feel.

  My cock throbs, and I can feel my pulse thundering as I slowly swing my legs off the bed and move to stand. Reece does the same, and Samantha whimpers quietly as her big green eyes move from one to the other.

  “I want you to show me,” she whispers. “I want you to show me everything.”

  The three of us crash together, and then, it’s just heat, fire, and the sounds of her moans.

  Chapter 7

  Samantha

  I gasp as the two of them are on me in a flash—four hands and two mouths suddenly all over me. Heat explodes through me as two rock hard bodies crush against me pinning me between them as muscles ripple against my bare skin.

  Okay, this happening. This is really happening.

  I wasn’t sure what to think when I went upstairs to shower and clear my head. I mean, this is all new to me, and trying to even begin to process what’d happened out in the hot tub… Well, I figured that was going to twist me up inside. This weird mix of heat, and lust, but also confusion, and uncertainty. Two men. I know, it seems like this ultimate fantasy. And it is, but what happens with the reality of that fantasy? What happens if there’s jealousy, or bitterness? The two of them are clearly best friends, and getting between them like that is the last thing I want to do.

  And then there were the other thoughts—dark thoughts from what Ken said outside about them just being here to get the sale. Or about them getting with me to somehow influence that. But, though there was part of me that wanted to linger in that dark place inside my head and wonder and ponder about Reece and Gavin’s true motives, it didn’t last long. Neither of my worries did.

  Because I know. I knew with one kiss with each of them what this is. I know this isn’t some long game for them, as if they’re trying to use me to sell something to Martin. It’d be a stupid and ridiculous plan if they were, and neither of them strike me as remotely stupid. And as for the jealousy thing? Well, that did give me pause upstairs. But the fire roaring inside of me won out. The need for them, and the feeling that I’d had a taste and desperately wanted more w
on out.

  And now I’m here. Now, after the quickest shower in history and tiptoeing down here through Lynn’s dark house, I’m here, between them. And any of my reservations I have left are being quickly burned away.

  Reece’s mouth crushes to mine, a growl rumbling through him as his hands slide to my waist. His fingers tighten on my soft, still-damp skin, tugging me against his rock hard body. I moan at the feel of his thick cock straining against his boxers and throbbing against my stomach, beating with his pulse against my skin.

  Behind me, Gavin’s lips find my neck, his hand shoving my hair out of the way as he sucks at the tender skin there. He grinds into me, and when his cotton-covered bulge presses wholly into the groove of my ass, I feel a fire teasing through me. His hands skim up my sides, teasing the sides of my breasts as my nipples drag over Reece’s chest.

  “It’s a good thing you came down,” he groans into my ear.

  “Oh?” I pant, whimpering as his teeth rake over my earlobe and his cock presses hard against my ass.

  “Cause if you didn’t, I’m pretty sure we’d have gone up there to find you,” Reece growls. “And I can promise you, we’d wake the whole damn house.”

  I cry out as he kisses his way down my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin as Gavin twists my head gently to kiss me as well. I moan as our tongues tease against each other’s, and when Reece moves even lower and wraps his lips around one of my aching nipples, I cry out into Gavin’s mouth. Reece moves lower, kissing and nibbling his way down my torso, kissing each rib and letting his tongue tease my belly button before he moves lower. Gavin’s hands slide to cup my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers pinching my nipples enough to bring a cry of pleasure to my lips as I feel his friend’s hot breath against my slick, dripping wet pussy.

  “Such a pretty fucking pussy,” Reece groans, kissing my inner thigh just to the left of my lips and making me whimper eagerly as I look down at him. He slips a finger over me, dragging it lightly and teasingly between my lips and spreading them for his hungry gaze. I groan, feeling my arousal literally drip down his fingers as he opens me up. Reece chuckles darkly, his eyes sliding up to lock on mine as he brings his finger to his lips and sucks it inside.