The White Whispers: Threesome African American Romance

by Kizzie Hayes

  “Wow, they settled well,” he said smiling.

  “That smells good, hey Frankie,” Lee said.

  Dana had noticed that the two men had instantly liked each other the day before and she was glad because Frankie was helpful and had a wealth of knowledge about the farm and animals in general. He was also strong which had come in handy several times the day before. The only thing that bothered her was her reaction to him. If she was being honest with herself, then she was attracted to Frankie and that was bad. She felt guilty, and she hoped that neither man would notice, but she could feel the blush on her cheeks when Frankie looked at her or smiled at her.

  “These are fantastic,” Lee said leaning back in his chair.

  “You can’t beat fresh eggs,” Frankie said scraping his plate. “Soon you’ll have too many to use and you’ll have to sell them. What were you thinking of doing?”

  “I’m hoping she’s going to make me some pickled eggs,” Lee said. “They’re the best.”

  “I hope to sell fresh eggs and pickled ones in the local market,” she said.

  “Awesome. So, what’s on the agenda today?”

  “The enclosure for the goats,” Dana said and the nervous flutter went through her stomach.

  “Let me guess, you’ve never owned goats before,” Frankie said laughing.

  “No,” she replied.

  “I can help,” Frankie said. “Show me where you want to keep them.”

  She led him out and showed him the land she’d planned to dedicate to the goats she’d picked out. Within the hour the enclosure was taking shape, and she had their pen mapped out.

  As the morning heated up, she’d started to sweat and had removed her sweater and it wasn’t long after that Frankie took off his shirt. Underneath the flannel shirt was a wall of muscle and beautiful tanned skin. She tried not to stare, but the man had the cutest freckles on his shoulders that she’d ever seen and his washboard stomach was making her legs feel like they were made of rubber.

  She hoped that her willpower was stronger than it felt because she loved her husband and she still craved his touch even after the stress they’d been through. But the man with the torso of Adonis that rippled in the sunlight was a distraction that even a nun couldn’t have ignored. Did he know his effect on people? Her mouth was watering so much she was becoming dehydrated.

  “Are you sure you’re not going to get cold like that?” she said after losing her chain of thought three times in a row.

  “Do I look cold?” he asked raising one eyebrow.

  “Not really,” she replied having checked out his nipples.

  She needed to make some coffee, or iced tea, or anything that required her to look away for a few minutes and compose herself. She turned her back on him and saw a shadow against the window in the kitchen. It would be just her luck to get caught ogling the neighbor’s fit body when everything else was going so well.

  “I’m going to make a drink,” she said.

  “Looks like Lee already has,” Frankie said.

  *****

  Lee placed the iced tea on the tray and carried it out to the porch. They didn’t have any furniture for the porch yet, so he set it down on the steps and sat in a sunny spot. Frankie had removed his shirt and Lee couldn’t believe how perfect the country boy’s abdominals were. Lee whipped his top off to show a slim, white expanse of skin. His hair was borderline red so he wouldn’t risk much sun, but the heat felt so good on his skin it made his body prickle.

  “You must work out, Frankie,” Lee said.

  “That’s what farming does to you,” Frankie said slapping his stomach.

  Lee had the urge to run his hand across the ridges but he resisted. When Dana sat down she leaned against him and he kissed the top of her head before handing her a glass. He wondered what her little hands would look like on Frankie’s skin and if she would like the feel of him. It was a strange thing to think about, but he could only put it down to the book he was writing. He was just exploring things in his head. The thought came again and it sent a shiver of pleasure through him.

  “Are you cold?” Dana asked.

  “No, just the ice from the drink,” he said and he could feel his face heat up.

  He couldn’t change the fact that his jeans were tighter now than they had been when he’d first sat down, but he wasn’t about to show it. His eyes involuntarily sought out Frankie, and he was relieved to see that the man was staring out into the distance. His traitorous brain formed a picture of his own pale hands stroking the fine hair on Frankie’s stomach and those shock waves ran through his body injecting a surge of delicious heat into his manhood. He was now stuck next to his wife thinking gay thoughts and trying to hide a raging boner.

  Lee wasn’t gay. He wasn’t bisexual. He hadn’t explored much as a college student. He’d never watched gay porn or lusted over a man at any point. Why the hell was he having these feelings now?

  Frankie looked at him and smiled and Lee bit his lip because the pain was the only thing keeping him in check. Something was happening to him and he didn’t know what to do with it. Had it been a woman sitting in Frankie’s place, he would have brushed it off without a second thought but Frankie was male, all male, and so very, very male.

  “Are you burning already?” Dana asked.

  She placed her hand on his chest to feel the heat. His skin was flushed, but it wasn’t anything to do with the sun. Her hand was soothing, and he wondered briefly if he should grab her and whisk her inside to have caveman sex with her to solidify his masculinity, but then he thought Frankie might be weirded out. Besides, Dana would want to know what had gotten into him and he didn’t have a well-crafted lie for her.

  Dana stood up and took the tray inside and Lee jumped slightly when Frankie scooted closer to him. He felt his heart speed up and wondered if Frankie could hear it banging from his position just two inches away. Lee was beginning to sweat, but it didn’t make his skin look healthy like it did on Frankie’s. He was looking at Frankie’s chest again, damn it.

  “You okay?” Frankie asked and Lee gulped for something to say that didn’t make him sound like an idiot.

  “Yeah,” he said settling on a safe one syllable word.

  “Are you okay about me helping your wife?” Frankie asked leaning closer in a conspiratorial way.

  “Yes,” Lee said not able to find air to breathe. “You’re a great help.”

  “Cool,” Frankie said slapping his hand on Lee’s knee.

  Lee’s knee was trembling under Frankie’s large hand, but he didn’t seem to notice which was good because if he looked down he might have noticed the rock-hard boner that was straining Lee’s jeans to almost breaking point, jutting out like a homing beacon trying to reach Frankie’s hand. Lee was going to fall to pieces if Frankie didn’t move soon.

  “Right, I best get moving,” Dana said, and both men looked up.

  Dana had changed her t-shirt for a bikini top and was now wearing short shorts. She looked fantastic and Lee wondered again if he could get away with dragging his wife off caveman style to have some quick, wild sex. He didn’t think he’d last long because his brain was making little pictures of Frankie’s large hands on her little body.

  “You look beautiful, Dana,” he said and stayed put on the step.

  “Thank you, darling,” she replied and leaned over to give him a kiss.

  Her cleavage bunched up in a cute busty way while his manhood wept for her. To his great relief, Frankie was on his feet and walking off with his girl. Lee watched them walk away and then escaped to the bathroom. He was a bad man, he was a very confused man and he was horny as hell. When he released his seed into a pile of waiting tissue, it wasn’t just Dana’s gorgeous body he was thinking about and he did not want to analyze what that meant.

  He splashed some water over his face and went to sit at his desk once more. The words came to him like a raging river and his hands could barely keep up. He could live with having gay thoughts if it meant that writin
g was this easy. If he kept writing at this speed, he’d have his first draft within a month.

  A dark thought snuck into his mind and he pushed it back. Dana would not run off with Frankie because Dana loved Lee. Dana could eye Frankie up all day long, but she would never leave him, he thought.

  *****

  Dana was enjoying the work, the hot sun on her skin and Frankie’s company. When her husband removed his top to enjoy the sun, she figured it would be okay for her after all this was her home and she was definitely working up a sweat. When Lee had run his eyes over her, appreciating her curves, she felt good. It was like she’d been asleep all those years in the city and this was her real life.

  “You’re deep in thought,” Frankie said.

  They were spending the afternoon arranging the rows where she would plant her crops. Frankie had given her the best advice, and he seemed to know more about plants than any of the websites she’d spent hours poring over. She needn’t have bothered with the research because he was a walking farm encyclopedia. He was more than happy to share his knowledge which made her life easier.

  “I’m just wondering why I didn’t leave the city before. I love it here,” she said.

  As she looked up, she caught his eyes lingering on her chest and she blushed slightly. She could hardly expect him not to give a curious glance when she’d done the very same thing at least a dozen times in the past ten minutes. She liked the way his muscles moved when he twisted. It wasn’t a gym body; it was a working man’s body. Sculpted but with all the extra muscles in between that only a man who does hard labor gets.

  “It is beautiful,” he said, but he was looking at her and she shivered slightly.

  “What do you usually do all day when you’re not helping out neighbors?” She asked.

  She hardly knew anything about him because he talked about the land and the animals more than anything. They hadn’t gotten into any personal issues and she didn’t even know if he lived alone or with an equally gorgeous wife. She could imagine women flocked around him wherever he went but he wasn’t cocky just confident.

  “I just tinker, you know. Money isn’t important to me, I have exactly what I need from the land. I grew up here,” he said, and she felt none the wiser.

  “Do you have a wife at home? Kids?” she asked.

  “No wife or kids,” he said.

  “So, you have animals too?” She asked feeling like she was grilling him rather than conversing.

  “A few,” he replied.

  She gave up. The man did not want to talk about himself and there must have been a reason for it, so she didn’t push. She wondered if he’d lost his wife or he might even be gay, except that wasn’t likely because he had definitely been eyeing her exposed bits every time she wasn’t looking. It felt so good to feel the sun on her skin that she envied the fact that he could walk around completely topless.

  “Do you mind if I head back and grab us a drink?” he asked nodding his head towards the house.

  “That would be lovely, there’s lemonade in the refrigerator,” she replied smiling.

  She would need to find a way to say thank you for all the work he’d put in but not knowing much about him made that a little difficult. She watched him as he walked back to the house. He was a magnificent specimen and his behind looked really good in jeans. He turned and caught her staring and she dipped her head, but he had seen and she was pretty sure he was grinning.

  Dana put more effort into the row she was digging and pretty soon found that she’d come to the end. The long line was ready for something to be sown in and the little path she’d created in front would serve her well.

  Frankie hadn’t come back out and she figured the boys must have stopped to find food. She stuck the fork into the earth and went to find them. She probably needed to apply more sunscreen to her toasty shoulders, anyway.

  When she walked into the kitchen diner, she was a little surprised to find her husband straddling a chair and Frankie rubbing his shoulders from behind. Frankie looked up and gave her an innocent smile, but Lee looked awkward. It was like she’d caught him doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. She smiled back at Frankie and headed straight for the fridge.

  “Sorry, I got side-tracked and forgot your lemonade,” Frankie said.

  “My shoulders were aching from hunching over the desk,” Lee said.

  “You’re very lucky that Frankie is a man of many talents. Want a sandwich?” She asked.

  “Yes, please,” Lee replied, and he seemed relieved.

  Frankie stopped rubbing and took a seat next to Lee. She didn’t listen to their conversation because she was deep in thought. Seeing another man’s hands on her husband had done something funny to her insides and she needed to process that. It wasn’t an erotic scene, but it had hit her to her core and she was having a hard time focusing because her brain was throwing up little fantasy pictures of both men naked and covered in oil. She had obviously had too much sun on her head.

  “You should let Frankie loose on your shoulders,” Lee said as he picked up the plated food.

  Was this really her husband? He’d never been a jealous man, but he hadn’t been so eager to let another man put his hands on her before. She wondered if he’d be so eager if he knew that she’d been ogling Frankie like a prime piece of eye candy all day. Her brain was overloaded and she was starting to get a headache.

  “You might need it after all that digging,” Lee said, and she nearly dropped her plate.

  “How’s the novel going?” she asked when she’d taken back her composure.

  “I’m steaming through it,” he said smiling. “It’s almost like it's writing itself.”

  “That’s good, honey,” she said and leaned over to kiss him.

  *****

  Frankie leaned back in the chair and smiled. The two new owners of Stonegate Corner were perfect. Lee was a flower ready to blossom and with a little of Frankie’s magic, he would reach his full potential. Dana was a strong woman who just needed a little boost. They were both ripe and delicious. He was looking forward to seeing what fruits they would bear.

  When he’d first come to this location, the previous owner had been in her teens. He’d arrived looking the same age, and they had played together on and off for years. When he’d left for longer than he’d intended to, he’d come back to find her married to a local man, a man who was too angry to open up to Frankie’s charm. Her marriage had been an unhappy one, but Frankie had stayed and he’d fathered the child she had borne. The same child who had sold the house when he’d asked her to. It was time to help a new couple.

  He liked Lee very much, but it was time for him to have another child and he wanted Dana to be the mother. Lee would be a good father to his child, but he also wanted him to be successful and, the more he opened himself to Frankie’s advances, the more successful he would be. Fairy magic was meant to be shared with humans but more and more humans were blind to the world of fairies and its occupants. If people like Frankie didn’t shift the balance, then the two worlds would become separated forever and both would suffer greatly.

  He was not about to let that happen. Both Dana and Lee would let him into their hearts and bed. Strangely, Lee would be the first to crack. Usually, the females fell for him first but not this time. Lee wanted him and he wanted his wife to want him too. Perfect.

  “Are you ready for more?” Dana said breaking the silence.

  He looked up to find that Lee had left the room and Dana was standing up waiting. Her shoulders were tanned from the morning sun and she looked healthy and happy. She was slightly wary of him; he could feel it but he wasn’t sure if it was because of the feelings she had for him or because her husband had enjoyed his touch. She didn’t express anything on her face and it made him wonder if somewhere along her family line there was a little fairy blood.

  “You should put a little of this on,” he said shaking the sunscreen bottle. “Turn around.”

  “I should get my husband to do
it,” she said quietly.

  “Why?” He frowned feigning innocence, but he knew what she meant.

  “No, go ahead,” she said, and she turned lifting her ponytail away from her neck.

  He squirted the lotion into his hands and warmed it before spreading it onto her skin. He knew she would enjoy it because that was the natural relationship between human and fairy. They were designed to interact and mix-breed. They were the perfect complement to each other’s species. He rubbed the lotion in and heard the faintest sigh. His hands trailed across her throat and down her chest reaching the top of her bikini and then back over her arms and down her back. When he removed his hands, she nearly fell against him and he steadied her.

  “You have a magic touch,” she said, but it came out as a whisper.

  “I know, your husband already told me,” he replied and gently pulled on her ponytail.

  He now knew that the way to win Dana over was to win over her husband first. She would not do anything that would risk his feelings being hurt, and he admired her for that. She wouldn’t understand if he told her that her husband would enjoy watching him pleasure her but it was true. Lee was easy to read.

  The rest of the afternoon was full of easy chatter and Dana had relaxed with him once more. When they cleared away the tools for the day, she asked him if he wanted to stay to dinner and he gladly accepted. He continued to clear up while she dashed back to the house to start on the food. When he heard footsteps on the gravel behind him, he was surprised to see Lee holding his shirt.

  “It’s chilly, you might want this,” he said and their fingers brushed as he handed over the shirt and Lee watched as Frankie put it on.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’ve been sitting in front of the computer for two days. I feel a bit spaced out,” Lee said laughing.

  “You need a walk,” Frankie said and motioned for the other guy to follow him. “There’s a brook in the trees down there, come on.”

  Lee followed him down the hill and over the rocks. Lee had sought out his company, and it was a promising sign Frankie thought. He wasn’t dressed for the terrain and his flip flops were more of a trip hazard than footwear. So when he slipped off a rock, Frankie grabbed him.