by J P Books
“Oh, much better, thank you so much. My throat’s a little sore still, but other than that, I have you two to thank for being completely fine!”
“I’m relieved to hear it. You look fantastic, I have to say. You have much more color in your cheeks now than when I saw you in the morning. I like it.” The way he smiles at her, I can tell he knows her color is from blushing and likes it all the more for it. I can’t help but agree.
Drake looks at me. “I think the entire station is going to be happy to hear it, maybe the whole city. Captain called about 10 minutes ago. There’s a press conference scheduled in an hour and he wants us there.”
I groan. I hate press conferences. I’m a behind-the-scenes kind of guy, but for some reason, people have been trying to shove microphones in front of my face my entire life. We have no choice though, if the Captain says show up, we show up.
“We’ll celebrate with dinner when we get home, if that’s ok with you, Nicole?” he asks her. “It’ll probably be around 8.”
“Of course,” she says, looking surprised to be included at all. “What are you celebrating?”
Drake grins. “Being the two men lucky enough to enjoy your company tonight.”
She looks so gorgeous when she blushes. It makes me wonder what the rest of her body would look like, all hot and bothered.
Drake interrupts my thoughts and directs me towards the door.
“I’m sorry to leave you so abruptly like this Nicole, but please make yourself at home. The guest room is through there,” he points to the door on the left, “but you can settle in any way you’d like. There’s a spare key on the counter for you. I really am sorry to leave you like this, but we’ll be back as soon as we can be. Will you be ok?”
“Yes, of course, please don’t worry about me! You’ve both been so incredible, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m in your way at all. I’ll be as unobtrusive as possible!”
“No need to get crazy now,” I smile at her, “I think we’re both quite happy with you intruding as much as possible.”
“No arguments from me,” Drake agrees, as we head out the door, catching a final glimpse of Nicole’s pink cheeks.
“Good lord, she’s cute,” I say as soon as I’m sure we’re far away enough that she can’t hear us.
“You’re not kidding.” Drake looks over at me, as we both wonder what happens when we both want to pursue her.
“She seems so shy,” he says, musing. “I don’t want to make her feel like she’s agreeing to anything because she has to but…do you think she likes us? Or one of us at least?”
“I have no idea. I don’t think she understands how sexy she is. It’s like she’s never had any attention from men before, which makes no sense to me. She’s hot. Maybe if we figure out why she’s so shy…”
Drake is nodding. “Dinner should be interesting. Stupid press conference, it had to be today, didn’t it?”
CHAPTER 7
Nicole
I turn around the room slowly, finding it odd to be left alone so soon after arriving. How can they trust a total stranger like this, I wonder?
Well, I guess I’m doing the same. The insanity of the last 24 hours starts to hit me and I feel the fluttering of hysteria bubble up in my throat.
I bring my bags into the spare room Drake had pointed at and start unpacking my few things as I try to get control of my nerves.
Stephanie had stopped by the hospital earlier today to bring me some clothes and my laptop. A lot was damaged, but thankfully I had a few things to cling to.
I think back to the conversation that happened at the hospital and feel a little guilty. Steph had told me that the University found a room for us to stay in. There were only 2 beds, but the girls were happy to push them together and have a sleep-over style party, sharing one big bed.
My cheeks get hot remembering telling the girls that Drake had offered to let me stay here. The screeching and jumping around had been almost more than I could handle. Larissa was making dirty jokes and I kept saying that they were just being nice, it didn’t mean anything…
But the way Logan was flirting with me in the truck. And what Drake had said earlier about celebrating my company. Maybe they weren’t just being nice?
I would be crazy not to notice how hot they are, but what could they possibly see in me?
My phone rings, shocking me out of my pondering. It’s Larissa.
“Hey girl! How’s your new digs?”
“It’s nice here. I still can’t believe I’m staying at his home.” My voice comes out as a whisper, even though he’s not here.
“Are the gorgeous men there? What are they doing? Tell me everything!” She’s dying for details, I can tell. Her and Stephanie couldn’t stop talking about how hot my new “roommates” are.
“No, they had to go into the station for a press conference. They said they want to celebrate with dinner when they get home later…with me.”
“Celebrate what?” she asks.
I hesitate, not sure how to answer. I desperately need advice, so I decide to tell her everything. “Me. They said they want to celebrate the fact that I’m staying here with them. Larissa what do I do?” I have essentially no experience with men, and now there are two of the most gorgeous men on earth flirting with me and I’m staying in the spare room of one of them.
“Do I take them seriously? Are they playing games with me? I’m so out of my element here, but they both seem so sweet. I mean, I barely know them, but they treat me like…like…well, like we’re dating.”
“Both of them?” Larissa is losing her mind, I can tell. Her voice has increased about 3 octaves.
“Mm hmm.” I don’t know what else to say. I’m pretty sure they must be at least 4 or 5 years older than me, but I love that they’re so much more mature than the party animals at University. Not that I’ll say that to Larissa - she’s part of that crowd - but I just don’t fit in there. I may still be shy as hell around Drake and Logan, but at least I feel like I can be myself.
“Girl, you go for it!” Larissa screeches in my ear. “Have fun. You deserve this! You never let yourself relax around guys and you so deserve to meet someone who’s just as sweet as you are. Two sweetie pies have to be better than one, right?”
“But what do I do with two of them? Do I have to choose one of them? Does it have to be Drake because I’m staying at his house? Not that I wouldn’t want to choose Drake, but how can I not choose Logan? Larissa,” I beg, “what do I do?”
“First, you calm down. If they’re both flirting with you than you flirt with them both back. As long as you want to. If you decide you like one better than the other, flirt with him. But you don’t have to choose one, if you don’t want to. Relationships aren’t like they used to be. Sometimes three’s company. Sometimes, three is very nice, hot and sweaty, sexy company. I say just go with the flow and see what happens. Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, but don’t write anything off before you try it. Ok?”
“Ok,” I agree weakly, still not convinced but feeling slightly better. “Thanks Larissa.”
“Call me tomorrow, babe, I’m going to want all the details!”
We hang up and I try to figure out what I really want for a change, instead of what I think I can get. If I really could have any man I wanted like Larissa and Stephanie keep telling me, would I want Drake? Or Logan? Or both?
I think back to my high school prom, the major source of my social anxiety. The one time I had sex, it had turned into a nightmare.
I should have known better, I cringe at the memory. It’s been almost three years and I still get a pit at the bottom of my stomach when I remember the humiliation.
Jeremy was an incredibly hot new student. On the night of our grade 11 prom, he had started paying all sorts of attention to me. Being sweet, dancing with me all night long, spiking my punch. I had thought he liked me. So, when he took me into the Drama room, I had decided to let all my in
securities go and seize the day.
I’d lost my virginity splayed out over a collection of costumes.
The next day, the entire school was buzzing with the news that Jeremy had been dared to get Nicole Swartz, one of the head cheerleaders, to sleep with him. Only he didn’t know who Nicole Swartz was. He thought I was Nicole Swartz.
The school laughed and teased him for a few days. They ridiculed me right up until the very last day of school. It hurt. It bloody damn hurt. No wonder I picked up the farthest college that’d accepted me.
“Screw Jeremy,” I say out loud to myself. “Screw Jeremy and screw high school!”
I grab my purse and the bag of clothes that stink like smoke and I head out to go shopping, dropping my clothes in the trash on the way to the mall.
A few hours later, I’m back in Drake’s apartment with a bottle of wine to contribute to the celebratory dinner, a few new outfits and, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, some new lingerie.
I was too embarrassed to try it on at the store, but it’s from Ashley Graham’s new line and she looks absolutely stunning in it. Not that I’m comparing myself to Ashley Graham, of course, but we’re of a similar shape, so it might look ok on me.
I decide to try it on. It’s black and lacy and holds my huge boobs up higher than I think they’ve ever been before. I even have thigh high stockings and a garter belt.
But I don’t have a mirror in my room.
I try to use my phone as a mirror, but the angles just make me look weird and squishy.
It’s only 6:30. Drake said they wouldn’t be back until 8.
I peek out of my door and eye the full-length mirror that’s set up on the other side of the living room. I’ve got plenty of time, I think. I’ll just have a quick look.
I tip toe out of my room holding the bag and wrapping, bringing it with me so that I can compare myself to the picture of the outfit on the bag, which is the exact same picture of Ashley Graham that made me want to buy the outfit in the first place.
I look in the mirror and suck in my breath. I stand up taller. I twist and turn and check myself from every angle possible.
The lingerie is gorgeous, that’s undeniable. But does it look right on me?
I know I can’t be trusted when it comes to my own body, but is there any chance that two, super fit firemen could be even remotely interested in a body as soft and big as mine?
I mean, sure, some men like big women. And yes, I’m actually in pretty good shape with all the yoga I do. But wouldn’t Drake and Logan be more likely to date women who spend their free time at the gym and wear shirts that have witty sayings like, “Yes. I’m guilty. I just killed my workout.”? Maybe they would feel embarrassed being seen with a big girl like me...
I take another critical look at myself in the mirror. Jesus Christ, what the hell am I doing? Am I really this sex-deprived? Once in a life, I meet two guys who are just being super helpful and polite to me, and I already jump to conclusions thinking they are going to date me. Next thing, I run to buy a new set of underwear. I shake my head. The smoke toxins must still affect my brain! I should return the underwear and stop behaving like a horny teenager.
But then, I run my hand down the lacy bra. The underwear is so pretty and comfortable.
Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to have an outfit like this, just in case. Even if I don’t wear it here, for either of them. Surely I’ll have a reason to wear it someday.
I’m going to keep it, I decide. I mean, my boobs look great, and the lacy panties don’t cut into my hips in the slightest.
I turn to head back into my room to change when I see a movement out of the corner of my eye and my heart stops.
Logan and Drake are home, and they’re standing in the living room. Staring at me. While I’m practically naked.
CHAPTER 8
Drake
Nicole’s face is horrified when we walk in, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her breasts, filling the lace trimmed black bra to the brim.
After a second of shocked silence, she jumps into action, grabbing the wrapping paper and trying to use it to shield her body as she runs from the room.
Logan stops her, reaching out one hand and saying quietly, but firmly, “Wait!”
She pauses and turns around looking ashamed, still trying to hide behind the pink tissue paper.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, looking down at the ground. “I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t think you’d be home so soon and I just wanted to use the mirror…”
“I’m not sorry,” I manage to say, taking a step forward at the same time as Logan.
We’re both moving slowly towards her, as if we’re being careful not to spook a horse, drawn by her gorgeous curves. She has the body of a proud, beautiful, powerful woman but still has innocence and shyness in her scared face.
She’s hypnotizing, I think, trying to remember if I’ve ever been so attracted to a woman before.
“Me either,” Logan agrees with me, and I realize how strange it is that neither of us seem to care that the other is there, reaching for the same woman.
Nicole’s face is red, and I notice that the sweet blush continues down her chest and my eyes are drawn to her breasts again, unable to stay away.
“You look incredible,” he says, taking another step forward. “That outfit was made for your body…were you hoping we might see it sometime?”
He’s talking to her gently. I can tell he doesn’t want to embarrass her any more than she already is, but – just like me – is fighting his instincts to take her in his arms and kiss her until she understands just how irresistible she looks right now.
“No! Well, not exactly…I didn’t mean to imply…” she stammers.
“Nicole, you’re the most beautiful woman Logan or I have met in a very long time, and that’s with your clothes on. In this outfit, you’re absolutely irresistible,” I tell her, meaning every word.
“We’ll count ourselves lucky to have seen you like this accidentally, and pretend it never happened, if that’s what you want,” I pause, weighing my next words carefully.
She watches me, her mouth open slightly and her chest rising with each breath. I take another step towards her. I’m close enough now to touch her perfect skin and I run my fingers down one arm, watching her shiver slightly. “But…” I start, not sure exactly how to finish my thoughts.
Fortunately, Logan picks up. “But,” he says, “if you’d like to know exactly how beautiful you look in that outfit, we’d be honored to show you.”
She’s looking up at him, as mesmerized by his words as we are by her body. Taking her silence as momentary permission, he leans forward and kisses her gently, ready to pull back at any sign of resistance.
She seems to melt into the wall behind her, using it for support. A tiny sound escapes from her, and he’s encouraged. He raises his hands to her face and deepens the kiss.
My cock is hard and straining in my jeans and my heart is thumping in my chest. I want this woman like I’ve never wanted any woman before, and I’m turned on watching my best friend kiss her.
I don’t waste time wondering why I don’t find this strange. He included me and I’m not going to miss an opportunity like this unless she doesn’t want me here.
I twine my fingers into hers and slowly use my other hand to weigh one of her huge breasts. My fingers have been aching to fondle them and I start a slow massage, feeling myself get harder the moment I make contact.
She gasps, and Logan releases her mouth.
“Are you ok with this?” he asks, needing to know for sure that she wants this as much as we do.
She nods, but she doesn’t look quite sure of herself.
“You can tell us to stop at any time,” I assure her.
“No, it’s not that. I don’t want you to stop,” she says and blushes even more deeply. “I’m just not sure…what to do,” she hesitates. “I’m not sure what I would do with one of y
ou, but two…” her voice trails off and she shrugs.
I smile at her. She has to be the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. Definitely not the kind of girl who goes to festivals and – and I stop that thought, refusing to tarnish this moment with any of my past drama.
I step in front of her, bending down to grab underneath her luscious ass and lift her up. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist and grabs my neck. I know she can feel how hard I am because her eyes widen for a second.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I answer her, and start walking towards my bedroom. “Logan and I will take care of you.”
“Oh,” was her tiny, soft reply.
I place her carefully on the bed and she lets go of my neck to stabilize herself, her legs unwrapping more slowly, as if unwilling to let me go. I like that.
“I feel a little bit underdressed compared to you guys,” she says shyly.
Unable to shake the smile from my face, I unbutton my jeans and pull off my shirt. I drop it to the ground and step out of my jeans, leaving only my boxer briefs on. My erection is very apparent and a quick glance over at Logan shows he’s in the same state.
“My goodness,” she whispers, “you’re gorgeous.” I’m not sure which one of us she’s talking to, but it seems to be both. Her eyes move from one of us to the other.
“You are without a doubt the most gorgeous person here. Probably in the state. Possibly even the country,” Logan says and moves to sit on the bed beside her.
I fill the space on the other side of her and reach once more to touch her. This time, I draw one finger over of the bulge escaping from her bra. I’ve always had a thing for women with a large chest.
My hand cups one heavy breast and I lean forward to kiss her, tasting her sweet lips for the first time. She makes that tiny noise again, and my cock twitches. I leave her mouth and start to trail kisses down her neck, marveling in the perfection of her skin.