by Jamie Begley
Mika felt a rush of air as Hammer separated himself. At first, she thought he was switching the movies, but when he turned the movie off, music started playing in the background. She hadn’t realized she had missed his heat until he came back, although Jonas was still holding her.
She had never wished harder to flip a switch and turn her mind off, to become a malleable, wanton woman who wanted nothing and everything that Jonas and Hammer were willing to give.
Jonas lifted his mouth slightly, catching her clear eyes with his piercing ones. “She’s not into us.”
Her eyes widened at his assessment.
Hammer tightened his hand on her breast. “I don’t think she is either. What are we going to do about it?”
“I know what I’m going to do.”
Not sure she liked the fierceness pouring off Jonas, she tried desperately to shut off her mind, not wanting to stop yet. She might not be experiencing the overwhelming desire most women were able to, but it was still good.
Hammer moved his arm behind her head and curled it upward, turning her face back to his. The expression he wore was indomitable. These men weren’t used to failure.
Hammer then claimed her mouth with his demanding one. He had willpower that, for the first time, Mika didn’t know if she would be able to resist or if she wanted to. It was one thing to want to experience passion, yet the logical part of her brain wanted her to hold back.
Frustrated at herself, she started to tear her mouth away. It was useless. She hated herself for not being normal.
“Hammer, take your clothes off,” Jonas commanded.
Mika felt Hammer slide his arm out from under her head as he got out of the bed.
Raising herself onto her elbows, she watched the two men undress. The sight of their bodies as clothes were peeled off heightened the awareness of what was about to happen, which made it even more difficult for her.
“It’s no use,” she confessed numbly. “It’s me, I’m frigid.”
The men didn’t stop taking their clothes off.
“You’re not frigid,” Jonas told her as he finished first, then lifted her to stand next to him. “Raise your arms.”
She raised her arms, complying with Jonas’s thick order.
“It’s no use,” she repeated as Jonas took off her shirt. Behind her, she felt Hammer unsnap her bra before letting it fall to their feet.
“I wouldn’t be sexy in that bra either.” Hammer rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tomorrow, we’ll go somewhere to get you one that will do your tits justice.”
Mika frowned. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Other than it’s ugly as fuck, nothing.”
“Let’s see if her panties are any better.” Jonas reached his hand to her waist, unbuttoning her jeans. Then Hammer held her up off the floor as Jonas shimmied the jeans down her legs.
When Hammer set her back down, Jonas crossed his arms over his chest to study her.
“They’re worse,” he stated flatly.
Mika glared at him. “What’s wrong with them? I’ll have you know these are designer underwear.”
Jonas gave her a saccharine smile. “That’s where you fucked up. No man wants to fuck a snooty bitch. A man wants a sexy woman who isn’t afraid of showing him that she wants to be fucked.” Jonas took a step forward, gripping her chin in a rough hand. “Do you want to be fucked?”
Mika had to think about the answer. Unfortunately, Hammer wanted her to answer Jonas immediately. From behind her, he circled his hand around her waist, then descended toward the maligned panties before sliding his hand inside, searching for the truth she couldn’t hide from his fingers.
“I think she’s getting there, but we still have some work to do.”
She grabbed his wrist to jerk his hand away from her crotch. “Not the way you two are going.” Smarting off, she was unprepared for Hammer cupping her, grinding the palm of his hand against her clit.
Shocked at the unexpected pleasure, she unconsciously went to her tippy-toes as Jonas lay down on the bed. Another jolt rocked through her vagina when she watched him stroking his cock. And the more he stroked, the thicker it became.
“She’s getting wetter.”
Looking over her shoulder, she blasted Hammer with a furious look.
Unconcerned, he shrugged. “Well, you are.”
“Shut up,” she snapped.
“What do you think, Hammer? Which one of us should fuck her first?”
Mika gaped at the fact that they were talking as if she wasn’t there. “Shouldn’t I be the one to choose?”
“No,” Hammer and Jonas answered together.
“Find out how tight she is,” Jonas instructed.
Hammer lifted his hand slightly, moving his fingers toward her opening as Jonas watched. Then he speared a finger deeply inside of her. It was the most erotic moment of her life, her quick mind slowing to a sluggish pace.
“Damn, we might have a problem. She’s tight as fuck. Her little pussy is wet, but not enough.”
“Bring her here.”
Mika moaned when Hammer removed his finger to lift her off her feet, while Jonas scooted to the side of the bed to make room for her. When Hammer laid her down, Jonas spread her legs, exposing her to both their hungry gazes. Jonas moved his finger to where Hammer’s had been. She twisted her butt on the mattress as Jonas started finger-fucking her.
“I don’t think she’s frigid, Hammer. I just think it’s going to take two men to satisfy her.”
She wasn’t easily embarrassed about her nudity, or the men’s. Nor was she uncomfortable with the sexual way they were talking about her. She had lived her adult life waiting for the sexual urges that came normally to others. The lack of connection had left her unpracticed in the interactions between men and women. Maybe that was why Hammer and Jonas’s actions were like a flare highlighting what was missing. Gentle caresses designed to peak her desire, kisses to induce passion, both experienced enough to break down the barrier that she had never been able to overcome.
Maybe they were right. Had she been so closed off that no single man would have been able to get past her guards?
Looking at their faces, she could tell they were determined for her to have an orgasm. Maybe that was the real difference. This wasn’t about them; they were making it all about her, forcing her to react physically, rather than clinically. Her reactions weren’t what one of them would have been able to accomplish alone. It took both of them to bring her to this point like a firefall that could only be seen if certain factors were present. For her, those factors were Hammer and Jonas.
Their generosity opened her heart to them that more than a thousand dates could have accomplished, showing her the character of the men who were focused solely on her pleasure.
Her quicksilver mind became even more sluggish when Hammer sat down on the bed by her hip, watching Jonas as his fingers stroked her. Leaning forward, his breath fanned her breast before he bit down on her nipple.
Her pelvis unconsciously surged upward, sending Jonas’s fingers deeper. Closing her eyes, she tried to savor the new sensations that were assailing her.
“Open your eyes!”
Jonas’s authoritative voice had her eyes flying open.
When she first met Jonas, she assumed he was the more laid back of the two. However, since they had started touching her, she quickly realized Jonas was the one in control of the situation while Hammer held back.
At Jonas’s command, she now saw Hammer’s cock was just as hard as Jonas’s. His thick length slid along her side as he mouthed her breast.
She experimentally reached out to touch his cock. Hammer was thicker and longer than Jonas. Her inner muscles clenched around Jonas’s fingers inside her as she tried to hold Hammer in her fist. How in the world was he even able to walk?
“It’s not that big.”
Hammer’s remark had her registering that she’s verbalized her last thought.
“Thanks, Mary. He’s never going to le
t me forget you said that.”
“Yours is big, too.” Mika didn’t want him to feel inferior, especially since he wasn’t.
“I wasn’t jealous. His is hard to miss. But I know how to use mine better.”
The lighthearted laughter shared between the two men sent an unexpected pang to her chest. They had done this so many times. It showed in the easy familiarity. She wouldn’t be the first or the last woman they would share. She was just a stand-in until they found the one that they were searching for to complete their triad. A triad that wouldn’t include her.
Why was she becoming jealous of a woman she would never meet? Because these two men were something special, like an eclipse that you waited and waited for yet was gone too soon.
“Don’t let him fool you,” Hammer said then moved her hand away from his cock. “As good as that feels, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
She was just as close. The snug fit of Jonas’s fingers within her were hitting places that deepened her arousal, making her lose any self-consciousness of having sex with two men.
She had been pliantly enjoying the touches and kisses they were giving her, but now her body was demanding more. Jonas and Hammer had stoked her inner match into a wildfire that was consuming everything in its path. And there was no way she was going to let them remain untouched.
Using her elbows, she propelled herself away from Jonas’s hand to the head of the bed. Her naked breasts heaved, panting as she tried to keep herself from climaxing.
Jonas tilted his head to the side curiously. “Why’d you do that? You were almost there.”
“I know,” she gritted out, trying to subdue the tremors that were still quaking in need. “I don’t want to be told who to do first. I’m the one who gets to choose.”
Both men’s eyes dropped to her heaving belly, giving her sensual smiles.
“Pick then,” Jonas said, rising off the end of the bed.
Mika did the same, pushing herself up. “Okay, I will.” Standing in the center of the bed, now taller than both men, she put her hands on her hips commandingly. “I’m going to close my eyes and spin around. You can stay where you are or move if you want. When I open my eyes, the one I pick—”
Jonas started laughing. “It’s like spin the bottle.”
Mika did a pretend bow. “I’ll be the bottle.”
Hammer’s smile turned seductive. “I like a woman who likes to play games. I always win.”
She arched a brow at him. “I guess we’ll find that out in a couple of minutes.”
“Yes, we will,” he said confidently.
Making sure her feet were balanced on the mattress, Mika felt a rush of excitement at playing the naughty game. She hadn’t gone to school with her own age group and had never been able to participate and do things that normal girls her age had done.
Giggling at herself for making up for lost time, she started turning, extending her arm out. She mentally counted to ten as she kept spinning, stopping when she reached her goal.
Opening her eyes, she blinked several times to right her equilibrium, and to see Hammer’s satisfied smirk; she now wanted to get even. “That was fun, but let’s do it again.”
Hammer shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I won.” Walking over to his discarded jeans, he pulled out several condoms, taking one and laying the rest on the bedside table. Then he opened it and expertly covered his penis.
Reaching out, he lifted her off the bed, holding her chest to chest as he laved his wet tongue along her lips. “Don’t worry; I’ll go easy on you the first time.”
“The first time?” she croaked out.
He nodded. “The first time for us being together. After that, all bets are off.”
Mika clutched his biceps when he lifted her higher, centering her over his cock before slowly lowering her over him. Her head fell back at the tight fit, and the discomfort. Then her eyes sprang open when her head met Jonas’s shoulder behind her, feeling him circle his hands around her waist to hold her breasts.
As Hammer pushed her downward, Mika forced herself to keep breathing deeply, stifling her cry of pain by biting her lip. Using Jonas plucking at her nipples as her focal point, his front pressing against her back, she closed her eyes feeling the discomfort between her thighs ease.
Both of their touches emphasized that they were having sex with her together. One was just as invested as the other, with her getting the glorious benefit of having both.
Her excitement wavered, though, when she felt Jonas’s dick glide across the crease of her bottom as Hammer raised and lowered her. In unison, Hammer moved within her while Jonas moved just as fast on the outside between her butt cheeks.
If they threatened to stop unless she answered, Mika wouldn’t have been able to pick who was giving her the most pleasure at each moment. It went beyond anything she would have expected, and no matter how long she lived after she left them tomorrow, she knew it would never equal the pleasure they were giving her tonight.
Jonas’s gentle plucking became rougher as Hammer fucked her harder. Her muscles started to constrict as she felt the beginning of a climax she never thought she would experience.
“Do you think you’re frigid now?” Hammer asked as if he was having trouble breathing.
Mika was incapable of answering as her first-ever climax continued to rage within her.
“Do you?” Jonas prodded, lifting her breasts so that Hammer could take a nipple between his teeth.
“No! No, I don’t. I’m not,” she whimpered, flattening her hands against Hammer’s chest, regarding the slick feel of his skin under her palms as their climaxes overtook their concern that she had found hers.
She relaxed back against Jonas as Hammer disengaged himself from her. When Jonas swung her up to cradle her in his arms, she was entranced by the gentleness on his face. Taking a step forward he caringly placed place her in the middle of the bed.
“You good?” Hammer asked pulling a blanket over her.
Finding herself the center of attention, with two males riveted on her wasn’t how she thought her night would go when she went to the bar. It was like going out shopping and finding that special something but never realizing you were searching for it. Then, understanding it was meant to be yours despite rationalizing it couldn’t possibly be real.
Snuggling down on the bed, she sleepily closed her eyes, listening lethargically as Jonas and Hammer turned out the lights and turned off the television before getting in bed with her. She was too exhausted to open her eyes to see who was on each side of her, afraid that it would set off another round of examining emotions she hadn’t foreseen at coming to Kentucky.
They had talked about finding a woman who they wanted to make theirs, while all she had wanted was something quick and easy. What kept her awake after she was sure the other two were asleep were two questions: Was she going to stick to her plan or take a chance on theirs?
CHAPTER 8
Hammer awoke with an arm over his eyes, unconsciously blocking out the sunlight streaming into the room. Lowering his arm, he saw that Mary was still sleeping between him and Jonas. She was lying on her side toward him, with a leg draped over both of his and her hands clasped under her cheek.
His eyes met with Jonas’s, who was curled against her back with an arm holding her possessively around her waist.
Giving a silent nod, Hammer began maneuvering himself out from under her. When she started to stir, Jonas shifted her closer to him, while Hammer remained still until she fell back to sleep.
Rising silently from the bed, he tugged on his clothes and shoes as Jonas lay watching. Dressed, he looked toward the bed. Jonas gave the signal that she was still sleeping.
Looking around the small room, he didn’t see her purse. He had noticed she hadn’t carried one into the bar last night either. Finding her suitcase in the closet, he pulled it out and opened it, seeing she had few clothes, evidencing she hadn’t planned to stay long in Treepoint.
Skillfully searching
through the suitcase, he wasn’t able to find any identification. He meticulously repacked her things, putting them back the way he found them, before closing the case and storing it back in the closet.
Going to the foot of the bed, he picked up her jeans. Sliding his hand into the back pocket, he came out with four bunched twenties, yet still no ID. Searching the rest of her pockets, he didn’t find anything else with her identity. Replacing the twenties, he let the jeans fall back to the floor. The only thing left to search was her car.
Seeing the keys on the small desk by the door, he took a step forward, only to come to an abrupt halt at the small sound of Jonas clicking his tongue in his mouth, alerting him that Mary was waking.
“What time is it?”
Her sleepy voice was like a punch to his gut. There was no way he was going to let the woman slip out of their lives.
Hammer sat down on the side of the bed opposite from the one that Jonas was lying on. “It’s about six. I was about to go get us some coffee and food from the diner. What can I bring you?”
“Coffee and toast would be great. Thank you.”
“Just coffee for me.”
Hammer bent down to kiss her, noticing the flush going to her cheeks at his action. “I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time. I’m going to grab a shower while you’re gone.” Giving both him and Jonas a quick glance, she started to climb over Jonas. Jonas, on the other hand, wasn’t going to have her ignore him.
Gripping her around the waist, he pulled her down on top of him. “Where’s my good morning kiss?”
“I need to brush my teeth,” she mumbled.
Jonas playfully smacked her on her bottom before releasing her. “Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
Hammer waited until he heard the bathroom door click shut before he spoke as low as he could. “She’s going to bolt. I can see it in her eyes.”
“Me, too,” Jonas agreed.
They had been catching runners too long not to know that Mary had no intention of seeing them again. She thought they were a one-night stand, and they needed time to prove to her that they could be a part of her life. That wasn’t going to happen if she took off.
