by Krista Wolf
He told me how much he missed me, right before he came, and throughout his entire shuddering orgasm I raked my nails down his broad, muscular back. I whispered in his ear that I missed him even more, and that ever since I left Vegas I could barely wait to see him again.
That accomplished, we dined and toasted being together again. I told the guys all about my morning, starting with my meeting with Jack Garfield and his surprise guest Lilith. Everyone thought I was crazy for not going off on my ex-boss right then and there, and even crazier for even suggesting she should have her job back. But they were proud of me standing my ground. Not taking my old job back, and still sticking to my original plan of entrepreneurial independence.
When dinner was finished everything was dumped in the sink and I was ushered into the shower. The guys left me disappointedly unmolested there, and then I was dressed, freshened up, and whisked out the front door in a whirlwind blur.
My head was spinning from all the travel, the jet-lag, and now the sex. Not to mention a bellyful of Italian food and wine. I could’ve waited until tomorrow to see the club, but the guys couldn’t. Brody and Corey were simply too eager to show it off. To let me experience the place firsthand, after having seen so many photos and videos of the many changes they’d made.
The Underground was every bit as incredible as they’d made it out to be, and then some. My guys walked the place like proud fathers, showing me every tiny thing, every far-flung corner of the bustling nightclub before pulling me out onto the dance floor for a little repeat of the last time I was in town. I danced with them, grinding on them, kissed them shamelessly in front of everyone. Halfway through the night I got a second wind, and we practically closed the place before we were all ready to leave.
“Take me home,” I purred sexily from the backseat of Mason’s car. I had Corey and Brody sitting on either side of me, my two hands busy between their legs.
“In a little while,” Mason called back. “We’ve got one more stop first.”
“That stop had better be a hotel then,” I promised. “Because I need you… all of you.”
“You’ll have us,” Corey chuckled. “Just—”
“No, I need you now,” I pleaded, feeling suddenly hornier than I’d ever been in my life. “I want to ride you guys tonight — up and down, nice and deep. Just lay you all back on the bed, side by side…” I took Corey’s finger into my mouth and sucked on it. “Grind down on you with my pussy until you’re all the way inside me. Shift my body back and forth until you can’t take it anymore, then switch to the next guy… and the next…”
By now Brody was kissing my neck, dragging his lips slowly up and down between my shoulder and my ear. I was losing it fast.
“Easy,” Corey warned his friend. “We’re almost there.”
My eyes were still closed when I felt the car slide to a smooth stop. Doors opened on either of side me. My lovers got out.
Ah, crap.
There was nothing to do but grin and bear it. My shoes were already off. I didn’t bother to put them on as I stepped from the car, determined to humor them this one last time.
“This had better be good,” I said. “In fact, I—”
The guys were all huddled around the window of a small storefront, peering in. Which didn’t make sense because it was mostly dark inside.
“Here,” said Brody. “Check this out.”
I stepped forward, still thoroughly confused. We were in a more quiet part of town now. The streets were clean and well-lit, but there weren’t nearly as many people.
Corey and Mason shifted aside as I stepped to the window myself. Cupping my hands on either side of my head I peered in… and saw the shadows of a big, empty space.
“What are we looking at?” I asked.
“Potentially, your new office.”
I squinted another few seconds before the words took hold.
“My new… what?”
“Your office,” said Brody. “The place you’ll run your new business. Build your new empire.”
“Take over the whole fucking world,” grinned Mason. “You know, if that’s your thing.”
I looked again. My office? Here?
I was still in shock.
“You remember the words on our flyer?” asked Corey. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?”
Finally, I turned away from the window. Staring back at the three of them, I nodded numbly.
“Well we want you to stay in Vegas. With us.”
Sixty-Two
LAUREN
It was overwhelming, even if it hadn’t fully hit me yet. My eyes glassed over. I started to cry.
“Hey, hey…” Brody ran forward, sweeping me into his arms. He was joined immediately by the others. “What’s wrong?”
“I— I never thought…”
“That we’d want you here? With us?”
“Of course we want you,” said Corey. “Haven’t you figured it out by now? Lauren, we love you.”
Love…
The impact of the word shattered everything. It destroyed the last of my inhibitions. Paved over any excuses that happened to be floating to mind.
But I had to be sure. I needed to hear it.
“You love me?” I asked, shifting my eyes left to right, to be sure I addressed all of them. “As in love me, love me?”
Brody and Corey nodded without hesitation. Their expressions were deadly serious. Mason however, smiled.
“I would’ve thought it was obvious, no? Calling you our girlfriend? Each of us going on a self-imposed dry spell, not seeing anyone else?”
My heart was pounding! I could feel it in my chest.
“There’s nothing keeping you based in New York anymore, right?” asked Brody. “The clients you mentioned are based nationwide. You can take care of them from anywhere.”
I nodded slowly. “I— I guess so, sure.”
“And the commercial rentals in Manhattan have gotta be four or five times higher than they would be here,” said Mason. “Or even higher.”
Corey took me by the shoulders and turned me gently in the direction of the building. “And if you don’t like this place,” he said, “there are plenty of others. Lots in this area, actually. Five on this block alone.”
“We’d be work-buddies,” smiled Brody. “The club’s only a few blocks from here. Maybe a ten or fifteen-minute walk.”
Work. Here. From Las Vegas…
The idea had never even occurred to me. Probably because I didn’t know where the guys really stood. Whether what we had was just the continuation of a really intense fling… or something more.
“Now, here’s the question,” asked Brody. “The one you need to answer if you’re going to even consider moving here.”
I sniffed, and dried tears on both my cheeks. “W—What’s that?”
“Are you in love with us?”
No sooner had he said it than all three of them were staring at me. Three big, heartbreakingly gorgeous men who looked utterly lost, like little puppies. Puppies waiting loyally for something good to happen.
Then the words came. They tumbled from my mouth easily and freely and without me even thinking about them, and that’s only because of one little thing:
They were the absolute glorious truth.
“Yes,” I said, unable to keep from smiling. “YES! I do love you!” Then a bit more sheepishly. “I love all of you…”
They surrounded me, enveloping me in a sea of arms and chests and strong, stubbled chins. I felt incredibly welcomed. So safe and protected.
“Isn’t that a problem though?” I asked, kicking myself as I did it. “I’m one woman, in love with three men. How can that possibly work? How can that be fair to any of you?”
The guys looked at each other, but they were all grins. Then they looked at me.
“We’ve been sharing you, haven’t we?” asked Brody.
“Oh yeah,” I practically swore. “No doubt about that.”
“And has there been any jealous
y? Any fighting over you?”
“No…”
“What about for time?” asked Corey. “Has there ever been a time when you thought one of us felt like a third wheel? Or have we all pretty much been united in our… let’s say… affections for you?”
I swallowed and nodded. “You have,” I admitted. “One hundred percent.”
“Then what’s the problem?” asked Mason. “We’ve talked this over a dozen times, the three of us together. We want you, Lauren. We’re willing to split you — to share you while we’re together, and to enjoy you individually when we’re apart. I’m in Hollywood most of the time, but with you here in Vegas…” he smiled seductively. “I’ll be making the ride out all the time.”
“Or you could go to him,” said Brody. “Spend a weekend or more there, whenever you wanted. Hell, one or both of us might come with you. Depends on what’s happening with the club.”
“And that’s the other thing,” said Corey. “This is even more perfect than you think, because one or both of us is usually at The Underground. We’re there so much, a traditional one-on-one girlfriend would get sick of not seeing us.”
“But sharing time…” Brody nodded. “Well, that works out amazingly. Plus if your business ends up based here, anywhere at this end of town, we’d see you during the day too.”
It was a lot to take in. A lot to process. But everything seemed so oddly perfect. So well-thought out, but all three of them.
“C’mon,” Corey pleaded. “You don’t want to continue this long-distance thing, do you? It’s brutal!” He pondered for a moment. “Although I gotta admit… the sexy-Skype thing is hotter than hell.”
“Shit yeah,” Mason chimed in. “Whatever happens here, we gotta keep doing that.”
“And where would I live?” I asked at last.
Brody and Corey folded their arms and frowned. “Do you really have to ask that?”
My stomach lurched, just thinking about it. I could imagine falling asleep in their beds. Waking up with one or the other, or both, or all three…
“I’d have to sublet my apartment,” I said. “Get someone to finish out my lease.”
The words left my lips with a certain shock. I was saying it. Saying it as if I were actually doing it. Which somehow, I already knew in my heart…
I definitely was.
“Eventually we’d get a whole new place,” said Brody. “More bedrooms. Closer to where we’d be commuting, too.”
“And of course I’d kick in, since I’d be splitting my time there,” said Mason. He winked at me. “Besides, more and more of the contacts you’ve given me have been coming through. I’ve got more work lined up than I can ever handle. And another piece of good news… they’re bringing The Covenant back.”
The other guys whirled even faster than I did. It was obvious this was news to them.
“Yup,” Mason said proudly. “It got picked up by another studio. They’re kicking it off with a movie first, and then—”
“ASSHOLE!” Corey screamed, shoving Mason nearly all the way to the sidewalk. “You didn’t tell us?”
“I was waiting for a special moment.” He rose back to his full, towering height and smiled down on me. “And I can’t think of a moment more special than this.”
Sixty-Three
LAUREN
I rode them, just as I said I would. Slowly. Deeply. Grinding down on each of their hard cocks, my fingers splayed deliciously across their flat, gorgeous stomachs.
“Look at her eyes,” said Corey. “I’ve never seen her like this. Holy shit, she’s practically in heat.”
He was sprawled out beside us, nursing his glistening, rock-hard erection. It was wet because it had just been inside me. On the other side of us, Mason’s was too.
“Can I come?” Brody groaned, somewhere beneath me.
“NO,” I said firmly, and probably for the fourth time. “Not yet. Nobody comes yet.”
His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It brought out every ridge, every peak and valley of his amazing abdominals. His expression looked like he was in extreme pain… or such intense pleasure it only registered that way.
It would be so easy for him to come. To just clamp his powerful hands over the tops of my thighs and hold me against him, as his cock jumped and pulsed inside me. But he’d be spoiling the game. Or rather he’d be spoiling my game, because I was making up the rules as we went along.
“Lauren…” he groaned again. “Please.”
I could feel him twitching, his body surging upward. I was tempted to let him go. To just reach back with one hand and close my fingers gently around his balls. One of Brody’s guiltier pleasures was having me squeeze him there, at the very last moment. He’d always come twice as much whenever I did that, and he’d filled me to overflowing so many, many times.
“You ready?” I asked, arching an eyebrow Mason’s way. He responded with a grin, and by holding his cock straight up like a piston. A moment later I was climbing aboard, impaling myself on him. Driving him so deep into my body it felt like he was pressing into my womb, as Brody moaned in frustration at having been left again.
“You really enjoy torturing us, don’t you?” laughed Corey.
“I enjoy fucking you…” I grunted, rolling my hips. I sighed happily as Mason’s hands went to my tits, his smooth palms causing my nipples to jump. “I enjoy taking you to the edge…”
“And leaving us there,” said Brody, not with some playful resentment.
“Hey,” I shrugged. “Remember that night you guys tied me up?”
“Which one?” laughed Corey.
“The one where you blindfolded me also, and made me guess who was doing what to me each time?” I was getting even hotter, just at the memory. “The one where you kept stopping every time I was about to come? When you kept switching off on me, making me beg for it each time?”
“Oh yeah,” Brody lamented. “That night.”
I laughed and threw my hair back over one shoulder. “Well payback’s a bitch.”
It was my second favorite thing, to be in control. To take charge, to feel a sense of power and command over these three gentle giants, bending them to my will.
My first favorite thing of course, was letting them have their way with me. I found that I most enjoyed lying back and spreading my legs for them. Being taken and tossed around and used by them. Swept into whatever position by whichever one wanted me at the time…
But they didn’t need to know that.
By now I was getting delirious. Every nerve-ending in my body was tingling with the need for release. I let the feelings come on this time, allowing them to wash over me in waves of pleasure. There was a rising heat deep in my core, somewhere near the place that Mason was hitting right now…
“You want me to come on you?” I breathed, looking down into my lover’s eyes.
His hands kept moving in circles over my breasts. He nodded dreamily.
“You want me to come all over you?”
“Yes…” Mason grunted. I felt him clench his asscheeks and push up off the bed. My whole body rose a good six inches toward the ceiling.
“Don’t come in me,” I warned. “Not yet. Not until I’ve come on you.”
My breathing was rapid. I wasn’t far off. My hands shot up to grab Mason’s, and I squeezed them harder against my tits.
“I need to come on each of you,” I said, breathlessly. “One at a time. I want to get off on all three of you…”
I flung my head back and my hair followed. My orgasm was seconds away.
“And then you can get off in me…”
I squeezed as hard as I could, grinding downward that last, final time. My climax was total. It obliterated everything else, and for the next half-minute I was coming and gushing and crying out with the joy of complete euphoric release.
Mason wasn’t that far behind me, either. My contractions triggered his, and soon I felt that familiar warmth and wetness as he filled me from within. He grunted loudly, s
crewing himself upward and drilling me as deep as he’d ever gone. It was like riding a mechanical bull, only instead of gripping a saddle my fingers were digging deeply into the perfect flesh of his smooth, rippled stomach.
I left marks there, when our mutual climax finally subsided.
One down…
The little voice in my mind chuckled greedily. It didn’t seem right, that I was this entitled. This lucky. That I could have this level of pleasure — a whole harem of gorgeous, broad-shouldered boyfriends — dedicated to pleasing me, teasing me…
… and loving me too.
“I love you,” I said, collapsing across Mason’s chest. Our half-lidded eyes locked, and we shared a slow, sensuous, lover’s kiss.
“I love you too, baby,” he breathed into my mouth. “So fucking much…”
A thrill shot through me; a feeling of closeness and connectivity I hadn’t felt with anyone else in my life. Not any guy I’d ever dated… not even the man I’d walked down the aisle with.
But I felt it here. With them. On levels I never thought possible, that had me staring up at the ceiling in the dead of night, wondering what I ever did to deserve such an incredible, wonderful thing.
Still breathing heavily, I opened my eyes. Corey was staring back at me, grinning like an imp.
“You wanna come?” I teased.
He was still stroking his throbbing cock, up and down, passing it through his fist. The sight of it had me quivering with lust.
“You know I do.”
I climbed off Mason. Climbed onto Corey.
“Then bring me off again.” I challenged. Then, more demurely. “Make me yours.”
Corey took over immediately. Grabbing my hips, he thrust himself upward, straight into my come-drenched pussy. He pierced me so deeply, I bit down on my lip.
“Shouldn’t be that hard,” he winked up at me.