Shared by the Lumberjacks

by Eddie Cleveland

  “Wait, is that one of them?” I stand up and lunge toward the chair, tugging the book free. “Look at that, will ya? Over a million copies sold.” I point to the big black letters on the novel.

  “Give me that, you don’t need to…” Mary tries to jump up and grab it from me but I pull it away from her reach.

  “No, no.” I crack the cover. “Let’s take a lookie here. What is it that you think real guys think like?” I thumb through the pages until I land a little more than halfway through. I scan the page and clear my throat, reading a passage out loud. “Grant knew then that his life would never be the same. After swearing he’d never find love again, his heart told him he was lying as it whispered her name, keeping him up at night. With each beat, it murmured, Ann.”

  “Seriously, just give me the book. That’s the first one I ever wrote, don’t mess up the pages.” She tries unsuccessfully to get it again.

  “Oh, come on. Is this for real? No wonder women are never happy. They’ve got people like you telling them that this is what men act like. How they talk. How they think. I hate to break it to ya, kitten, but a real man doesn’t say or think those things.”

  “Like you’re some kind of romance expert, huh? You’re just beating the women off with a stick, are you?” she counters, her cherry-red lips twisting up.

  “She’s got your number there.” Owen laughs and walks over to us. “Give her the book, man.” He plucks it from my hand and places it gently in hers.

  Mary just stands there, motionless. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s a little pissed off at me. “You know what,” she turns and points her finger in my face, “you aren’t some kind of real man expert. A real asshole expert, sure, but that’s about it.”

  Owen laughs but he stops when his eyes fall on my face. I can feel my temper rising. She wants to challenge me? This little romance writer with her murmuring heartbeats and whatever other nonsense she’s peddling to these unsuspecting women.

  “I might be a real asshole, but I could write a more convincing guy in one of your books than you can. Men aren’t Ken dolls, princess. They have wants, needs, they see a beautiful woman and they imagine stripping her bare. They want to protect her. Fuck her. Fill her belly with his kids and then do it all again. That’s what real men do.”

  “Oh, so you and Owen, you’re the real men, huh? Well then, if that’s true, why didn’t Owen do anything when he came up here earlier? He was a complete and total gentleman with me. Just like one of the guys in my books.”

  I open my mouth to tell her that’s because being a real man doesn’t mean you’re a dick. It’s not like you don’t care about women, it’s just that you aren’t some neutered version of a guy.

  Mary turns toward me and sticks that finger right against my chest. “And you.” She frowns.

  “What about me?”

  “If you’re such a real man, if that’s what guys are really like, why didn’t you… Why haven’t either of you…?”

  “What?” Owen urges.

  “Why haven’t either of you tried to kiss me?” She barely says it, but there it is. I knew inside her there was a real wild woman clawing to get out.

  “We can change that for you.” I step into her. “You’re not used to giving up control though are you, babe? What would you do if you had two sets of strong hands roaming your body? Two tongues licking your skin? Two cocks filling you up… at the same time? Would you give in to your desires? Or would you do what you did in college and run away?”

  Owen slides around the backside of her. She doesn’t flinch or try to move away. Instead, she looks up at us, expectantly. “Well,” she breathes, “what are you waiting for?”

  6

  Mary

  Hardy pulls me against him tight, his steely fingers holding me prisoner against his hard body. He cups my chin, tilting it up, forcing me to look at him. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Before I have a chance to answer, he plunges his tongue in past my lips and it’s more amazing than every kiss I’ve ever written about, because it’s not just a kiss, it’s not just a question, it’s a promise that they’ll worship me. That they’ll claim me.

  Owen presses into me from behind. “You know, I think she likes being between us.” He grinds his cock side to side over my ass and then kisses a trail down the back of my neck until my sweater gets in the way. His hands slide up under the edge and I don’t shy away as he pulls it free from my body.

  I can’t believe I’m wedged between them, each of the guys is holding me tight, their cocks growing tight against their jeans. This is so naughty, it’s so not me. I’m the girl who has only ever had sex with two guys and never at the same time. It’s intimidating, feeling both of them breathe down on me, both of them grind into me. They run their hands up over my belly toward my breasts and I cringe. I hate how my stomach jiggles like that. It makes me feel like I should hide, but there’s no hiding from them.

  “Don’t do that,” Hardy demands, his voice gruff. “Every fucking inch of you is sexy, not just these,” he pushes my tits together and I moan, “and this.” He lets his hands slide down around my body and gives my ass a sharp slap.

  “Oh!” I jump, but my blood rushes in my ears as a tingle teases me, spreading out from my ass to my pussy.

  “I don’t know,” Owen rumbles, “this ass is pretty amazing.” He sinks to his knees behind me and tugs my skirt down my waist until it succumbs to gravity and pools around my feet. Owen runs his palms up the back of my thighs and I shiver even though I’m not cold. He drags the edge of his teeth over the curve of my cheek and gives my ass a little nip.

  “I knew you had a dirty side,” Hardy growls, his fingertips grazing the front of my soaking sheer panties. “Mmm, look how fucking wet you are.” He lifts his hand and licks my dew from each finger. “And, yeah, that ass is the sexiest I’ve ever fucking seen, but so are these arms.” His beard lightly scratches my skin as he kisses a trail down them from my shoulder to my hands. “And your belly is fucking sexy,” he murmurs and continues kissing across the one spot I’ve always felt self-conscious of.

  All my insecurities, the ones that have been holding me hostage since my teen years, they finally lift their heavy weight from my shoulders, they finally stop holding me down. I stand tall as Hardy kneels in front of me and I grip one hand on each of their shoulders as they try to devour me.

  Owen hooks his finger under the waistband of my underwear and tugs it down my ass until it’s exposed. He licks a long line up my crack and then dives his tongue in against my forbidden entrance. My head falls back and my body tightens as the sensation overwhelms me.

  Hardy pushes my panties down and pulls my lips into his mouth, his tongue flickers between them, and then he looks up at me. “Open your legs, Mary, be a good girl and let me eat that sweet pie now,” he growls.

  My mind wrestles with the idea for a second. I mean, this is wrong… right? What kind of self-respecting woman just gives in to two men at the same time like this? What would people think if they knew the queen of sweet romance was a kinky woman who was dying to be fucked by two wild men out in the woods?

  My fingertips touch the rim of my glasses, the ones that I’ve always felt kind of made me like Superman, but in reverse. When Clark Kent didn’t want the world to know who he was, he put glasses on. But with me, with all my book covers and promotional photos showing these robin egg blue glasses on my face, well, if I want the world to recognize me, I have to keep them on.

  Suddenly, I realize just how much of this good girl persona is tied to these simple frames. Wrapping my fingers around the smooth edge of them, I tug them free from my face and toss them down onto the coffee table. I do what Hardy told me to, I open my legs wide, giving both men deeper, fuller access to my pussy and ass. Tonight I’m not Mary Gordon, author of twenty-two charming Christmas romances, tonight I’m whoever the hell I want to be.

  Owen twists his tongue against my asshole and I can’t help but surrender to the explosion of strange plea
sure. I moan to the cathedral ceiling as Hardy pushes his tongue inside me deep and then teases my clit with it.

  Suddenly, Owen stands up and I whimper at his absence. I’m amazed at how quickly I’m craving something only moments ago I thought was so dirty. I grip Hardy’s shoulders, twisting my hands in his shirt as he cups my ass with his big hands and pulls me onto his face, eating me out like a starving man. Behind me, I hear the distinctive sound of Owen’s zipper being tugged down.

  My back stiffens, is he going to put that in my ass? I don’t think I can do it. I’ve never taken a cock in there before and the idea is making me equally anxious and excited. I glance over my shoulder and watch in awe as he pulls out a huge cock, throbbing and ready to fuck me with. He slowly strokes it as he pulls his shirt off with his free hand. Hardy stands back up too, quickly removing his shirt. The two of them are chiseled. Hardy has an intricate, dark sleeve of tattoos slithering down over his arm. Owen is leaner and his abs are tight, and I just want to run my hands all over them.

  Hardy pops open his jeans and shoves them down until his cock springs up. It’s full and thick and ready to make me scream his name all night long. “Get down on your knees, kitten,” he demands.

  I swallow hard, looking from Hardy’s face to Owen’s, they nod and both guide me to the edge of the couch where Owen sits down. They ease me to the floor until Owen’s bulging thickness sways an inch from my lips.

  “That’s right, baby, suck my cock.”

  Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I open my lips wide and take him into my mouth. Owen groans and threads his fingers through my hair. I slurp my lips around him as my saliva coats his shaft and I pull him in deeper over my tongue.

  Hardy pulls off his pants and underwear, kicking them across the floor. He gets back down on his knees behind me and dips his fingers into my slit. He presses one at first, sliding it inside me and I grip down on him. “Goddamn.” His voice is pure grit. “You’re so fucking tight.

  My lips are sliding up and down Owen’s thickness, my tongue is swirling over his cock’s head, the saltiness of his precum is teasing my tongue. He leans back on the sofa and watches me from half hooded eyes as I blow him. Hardy presses something thick and warm at my entrance. At first, I think he’s going to push two fingers inside me, but it’s too big for that. I moan on Owen’s shaft as Hardy pushes the head of his cock into my wet pussy.

  Hardy grabs my shoulders and presses into me until his cock is slick with my juices. When he slides back and fucks me again, he doesn’t stop until his balls slap my pussy from behind.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan.

  “Yeah, you like that don’t you? I knew you had a dirty little slut inside you, just begging to be freed. You love having two thick dicks inside you at the same time, don’t you, Mary?” Hardy rumbles in my ear.

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “You know what you’re really gonna like?” Owen slides his hips back and pushes my shoulders up and my mouth pops off the tip of his thickness.

  “W-what?” I stare up at him confused as he gets up from the couch.

  “Hey man, flip her around and let her ride you.” Owen nods at Hardy. “It’s about time I fuck that tight little asshole.” He strokes his cock.

  Hardy lies back on the floor, turning me around one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, pulling me on top of him. “Oh yeah, sweetheart, you’re so tight. I’m gonna fill your box with all my fucking cum,” he whispers and licks my earlobe. His tongue licks a long line until his lips find my breasts and he practically rips my bra right off of me, tossing it away before suckling on my nipples. Inside, I feel his cock throb and twitch.

  The pressure and warmth from Owen’s body presses against my back and his cock strains against my ass. “I don’t think I’m ready for this.” My voice is breathy and full of need. The fact is, I don’t know if I’m ready, but I know I want it.

  “I’ll take it slow,” Owen murmurs and presses the head of his cock against my tight hole. It takes a second for my body to open for him, but he keeps pushing slowly but firmly until he sinks inside.

  “Oh my God!” I cry out.

  “Yeah, how’s that feel?” Hardy smirks up at me. “You like being stuffed with two fat dicks? How about when we fuck you like this.” He thrusts his cock inside deep and I whimper. As he pulls back, Owen buries his dick inside my ass balls deep. They thrust back and forth, owning me, sharing me, each of them making me theirs.

  I’ve never felt this overwhelmed, and it’s in the best way. I can feel each of their shafts as they slide their entire lengths inside. I feel Hardy’s lips on my tits and his cock twitch as his cum surges out and fills me. Within seconds, Owen fucks my ass harder. All the restraint he was using is broken, and he grunts loudly as his hot seed spurts inside my asshole. It’s more than I can bear, this is all so wild, so incredibly filthy, and I fucking love it. My own orgasm shreds through me, making me moan like a feral animal up at the ceiling as I rock back and forth on their cocks.

  When they pull out of me, I feel empty. I just want to feel both of them again. Their skin on mine. I collapse against Hardy on the floor and Owen lies beside me. Together the three of us are a tangle of arms, legs, and hair as they cradle me in their arms.

  The fire keeps us warm and I realize that, for the first time in my life, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I feel safe here. I feel like I don’t have to be ashamed of those naughty thoughts I get, the ones I push away. I don’t have to be perfect or worry about what people think. All I care about is these two men, and all they care about is me.

  And that’s all I need.

  7

  Owen

  I flip another pancake on the skillet and listen to it sizzle as the aroma fills the cabin. Outside, Hardy is gathering a sled full of firewood so Mary will be able to stay warm and toasty up here. That is, when the two of us aren’t already keeping her sizzling hot with our body heat. Up in the loft, Mary is slowly pecking at her keyboard. With all of her sighing and long pauses, I’m not sure that her story is going well.

  Honestly, I think she just needs to relax a bit. She’s so wound up about this book and this deadline and living up to everyone’s expectations. It was nice to see her give into her true desires last night and just be wild.

  The pancake cooks to a perfect golden brown just as Hardy comes back inside, stomping the snow from his boots, his arms piled high with split logs.

  “Good timing.” I open the oven door and pull out the plate of pancakes, stacked high and ready to devour.

  “What can I say, I’ve got a sixth sense when it comes to food.” He grins.

  Without struggling, he kicks off his boots and carries the large pile of wood over next to the fireplace and stacks it up. Upstairs, Mary sighs loudly and slams her laptop shut. She jumps out of the bed and climbs down the ladder, turning to face us with a scowl.

  “Ready to eat?” I smile at her but she doesn’t return it. Instead, she glares at us and folds her arms over her chest. “What’s wrong?”

  “What’s wrong? Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I can’t write a single word that isn’t pure garbage. I don’t know what happened to me. It’s like something broke inside me.” She starts to slump over, defeated.

  “Maybe it’s because you’re trying to write all that sweet, sappy stuff when what you really want is this kinky, sexy stuff.” Hardy finishes piling the logs and stands up, staring her down.

  “Are you trying to say I’m a fraud?” Mary glowers at him, her nostrils flaring.

  “I don’t know, what would you call it?” Hardy counters, stepping toward her and narrowing her eyes.

  Mary doesn’t back down. In fact, she stands taller, and a fire ignites behind her brown eyes.

  “Maybe I should call it what it was, a mistake.” Her voice is like ice. “Last night wasn’t who I am, that’s not the kind of thing I do.” She shakes her head like she’s trying to convince us. Or maybe she’s trying to convince herself.

  “Oh, give me a break.”
Hardy laughs dryly.

  “It’s true!” Her hands fly to her hips. “I didn’t come up here to, well, you know…”

  “You can’t even say it, can you? How can you be begging both of us for our cocks last night and then today you can’t even spit the words out of your warm, sexy little mouth,” Hardy growls, his anger giving away to something else.

  “No,” Mary holds up her hand, “don’t do that. See this is what I mean. I’m not like that. I write cozy, clean romances. I’m not the kind of girl that has sex with two men at the same time. I came up here to write and, well, and you two… you…” she fumbles for her words.

  “We what?” Hardy snarls.

  “You seduced me. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I made a mistake.” She juts out her chin defiantly.

  Ouch.

  “Wait, are you saying you regret last night?” I interrupt their quarrel.

  “I, well, I don’t know.” Her voice softens, and she looks down at the floor avoiding our eyes.

  “No, you don’t,” Hardy scoffs. “If you really didn’t want us, you wouldn’t have kept it going all night. Once might be a mistake, but three times in one night? You can deny it all you want, but that is one hundred percent something you wanted. And I bet if you’d lay off this whole America’s sweetheart act then you’d admit that it’s something you still want right now.” Hardy takes another step closer, like a hunter stalking its prey.

  “No,” Mary whispers, lifting her head back up to face him. “That’s not who I am. It’s not what I want.” Her voice is firm.

  “Okay, listen, how about you two just cool it. Look, I made us breakfast, can’t we all just sit down and enjoy some pancakes? Mary, you say it was a mistake.” The words twist my heart. “Hardy, you think she doesn’t regret it, I say it doesn’t matter right now. This doesn’t have to be some kind of three-way fuck fest up here. How about we sit down, eat the nice meal I made and then, I don’t know, just do something fun?”