Brooke folded her arms under her jiggling tits and pursed her lips, staring at me thoughtfully. “We can pretend but I’m still a good girl.”
“It’s a start,” I said, gesturing toward the stool beside me. “Have a seat. The first rounds on me. Hell, all the rounds are on me.”
Sam clapped and pressed in tight, slipping her arm around my waist while Brooke slid in beside me and picked up my hand in hers.
Maria appeared before us, and her eyes widened as they locked on Brooke. “It’s been a while, ginger. Welcome back. You still drinking the IPA?”
Brooke grinned, flashing her bright white teeth. “Thanks, Maria. That sounds good.” She laced her fingers in mine and tightened her grip.
I squeezed back affectionately and slipped my arm around her, draping it on the back of her chair. I couldn’t help myself and stole a peek down the front of Brooke’s open shirt, spying the inner curves of her creamy braless tits, praying for a nipple slip.
Brooke inched her chair toward me and glanced up at me, clearly busting me taking advantage of the view. But she didn’t cover or hide her incredible rack, and she didn’t look angry. Instead, she leaned into me, giving me an even better view of her assets. “What did I miss?”
My cock pulsed, straining the front of my jeans, and my ragged breath caught in my throat. “Huh?”
Sam giggled. “He’s literally drooling over you.”
“I wish he looked at me like he looks at you,” Brooke said.
“You are both incredibly beautiful.” I ran my free hand down Sam’s bare leg and back up again, gliding my fingers over her exposed inner thigh before slipping my hand under her black mini-skirt and brushing the front of her lace panties with my pinky finger.
Brooke leaned in closer until her tit mashed against my arm, forcing her shirt open far enough for an unobstructed view of her pastel pink areola and stiff nipple. “You aren’t the jealous type?” she asked Sam.
Sam shook her head. “I think you two make an amazing couple.”
Brooke’s cheeks turned a dark shade of pink, and she averted her gaze. “Thanks. I think.”
I squeezed Brooke’s hand, and she turned her gaze on me. “There’s no reason for jealousy. Nothing has changed. I’m still crazy about you.”
“Awww,” Sam said. “Kiss him.”
Brooke’s eyes bulged, and she gaped at Sam. “I can’t do that. I’m engaged.”
“Not tonight,” Sam said. “Give yourself a hall pass.” She grinned and stood, sliding her fingers over my leg before adding her hand to ours. “I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.”
Brooke licked her lips and shook her head. “I need way more beers for that.”
As if on cue, Maria returned with Brooke’s beer and she downed half of it in a single swallow.
With the regulars lining the bar drooling over both girls, not to mention Maria listening in on our conversation, I offered a change of scenery. “Anyone up for some darts? I’ll buy a couple of pitchers.”
“Me,” Sam said. “I love darts. We can play twenty-one.”
The three of us took our party across the room to the dartboard, where a partial wall offered a semblance of privacy. We took over a cocktail table big enough for three and passed our time throwing darts and drinking beer. An hour into the evening, Brooke had gone from hating Sam to treating her like a long-lost sister. The girls laughed and played, and they even held hands a few times in between games.
That said, the girls knew their limits and switched between beer and water, maintaining their sobriety. Even I backed off. No one likes a drunk, especially a couple of smoking hot twenty-something’s. Brooke seemed to let go of whatever jealous hang-ups she had, which allowed me the freedom to let my hands roam freely over Sam’s long, firm legs and even up her black miniskirt where I palmed her panty-clad ass at least a dozen times.
But other than flirting with Brooke, I kept my hands to myself. The last thing I wanted was to blow up our friendship over unwanted advances. But that didn’t mean she kept all to herself.
She routinely held my hands and more than once stood between my legs and leaned back against my chest while I sat on the high-back stool watching the girls play darts. It seemed any kind of hand holding she was more than okay with and she also didn’t care how much I stared down the front of her top.
Brooke wore a pair of tight, faded denim jeans with holes peppering her thighs that hugged every curve of her thick, toned ass. When she leaned back against me, she rubbed her ass over my stiff hog, intentionally grinding her hips while I throbbed against her.
Sam wasn’t shy. More than once, she straight up climbed into my lap and massaged my throbbing cock through my jeans. When Brooke had her back turned, I slid my hand up Sam’s t-shirt and played with her tits, tweaking her nipples while an ocean of pre-cum soaked my briefs.
Three hours into the night, Brooke glanced at her watch. “I should probably get going.”
Sam frowned. “Get going? I thought you were staying with Trap and I on the boat? You can’t go.”
Brooke raised an eyebrow. “There’s only one bed.”
“I know,” Sam said. “What happened to the hall pass?”
“You’re into that?” Brooke asked.
“Into what? Threesomes?” Sam asked.
Brooke nodded. “I’ve never….”
Sam giggled. “I’ve never either. God, I’m not that big of a slut. But there’s always a first time.”
Brooke studied my face for a long time and chewed on her lip as if considering. “I really, really want to.”
My stomach did a flip turn, releasing a wave of butterflies, and I held my breath, too afraid to speak.
“But, I can’t,” Brooke said. “I’m still engaged, and that’s going way too far.”
Sam frowned. “How about this… you and I go head to head in darts. Whoever loses has to do a dare.”
“I can’t have sex with you guys,” Brooke said.
“No sex,” Sam said. “We’ll keep it PG. Well, we’ll keep it PG for you, anyway.”
Brooke stared at Sam for a long time. “PG?”
Sam nodded and held up her hand. “It’s a sister wives promise.”
Brooke laughed. “Sister wives? Do we share Trap now?”
“We can if you want,” Sam said. “But you do you. Do we have a deal?”
“Deal,” Brooke said, and the girls shook hands.
They took turns at the dartboard, going back and forth until it came down to Sam’s last throw. When she hit the twenty-point score, she jumped up and down cheering while her tits followed along, bouncing with her.
Brooke gave her a half smile and shook her head. “Congrats, but I’m serious. No fucking.”
The night had been more than magical and ending it with my cock stuffed inside Brooke went beyond my wildest dreams. But I wasn’t greedy. I would take what she offered and sat silently as I watched my pretty blonde matchmaker’s head churn with adorable mischief making.
Sam smiled at Brooke and rubbed her chin. “No fucking. At least not yet.” She sighed. “I dare you to make out with Trap for one full minute. By make out, I mean really make out. You’ve got to use tongue and get into it.”
Brooke’s eyes widened as her cheeks flashed red. “I can’t.”
“It’s okay,” I told Sam. “She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to.”
Brooke whirled on me and glared. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.” She turned back to Sam and nodded. “I’ll do it.”
My heart soared, and my stomach spun as my jaw hit the floor.
Sam smiled wickedly. “Perfect.”
“But if I do this, you have to do a dare afterward,” Brooke said.
Sam raised an eyebrow. “I will as long as it involves sex.”
“Oh, it will. Don’t you worry your pretty blonde head about that.”
“You’re on,” Sam said “Now get busy tongue wrestling our boyfriend.”
“Our boyfriend?” Brooke asked as
she turned and glanced back over her shoulder. “He’s your boyfriend.”
“Whatever,” Sam said and giggled. “Go ahead with your seven minutes in heaven.”
“It’s one minute,” Brooke said.
“I’m not timing it,” Sam said. “As long as you go the full minute, I won’t stop you.”
God, how I loved my little blonde fire cracker. I grinned at Sam from where I perched on the stool.
Sam smiled at me, winked, then blew me a kiss.
Brooke stepped between my parted legs and gazed into my eyes. “Don’t look so fucking smug. I just lost a dare. That’s all.”
I leered at the gap in her top and stared openly at her tits and her hard nipples straining the front of her shirt. “I never thought this day would come.”
Brooke stepped closer and wrapped her arms loosely around my neck and gazed up at me with her big, beautiful green eyes. “This is a onetime thing. Got it?”
My head spun with dizzy lust, and my pulse raced. I gazed deep into her eyes. At that moment, I knew with a certainty that she loved me. “You don’t have to —”
Brooke pulled me into a kiss, cutting me off. Our lips locked and our tongues flashed together. She moaned softly into my mouth while her lips slipped and glided over mine. It was Brooke who deepened the kiss, opening her mouth wider and probing my tongue with hers. She inched closer to me until her braless tits mashed up against my chest and her fingers twined through the hair on the back of my neck.
The scent of jasmine washed over me, leaving my mind hazy with the pure need to consume her. She tasted of a hint of strawberry mixed with alcohol and a dash of mint. My head swam, dizzy with desire, and I wrapped my arms around her trim waist and drew her in closer. Without thinking, I slid one hand lower, cupping and squeezing her ass like it had always belonged to me.
Brooke never flinched. She moaned louder and deepened our kiss, pressing in tighter while her hands roamed through my thick hair and down my back.
Our tongues swirled together, exploring each other’s mouths freely without hesitation or reservation. Her passion was as fiery as her personality, and she felt like a person starved of human affection and gorging herself on the first available supply.
I added my second hand to the first, kneading her ass cheeks in my palms. Brooke ground her hips, and my rock hard cock throbbed against her lower stomach.
A minute passed, then two, but Brooke never stopped. Her breathing grew ragged, and she her hands roamed my chest while she dug her fingers into my muscled chest.
Three minutes passed, and I brought my hand around to her chest, cupping her braless tit in my hand, squeezing her big breast and teasing her nipple to hardness. Desire blazed inside me like an inferno, and I had to have her, no matter the cost. I would have killed for her if she asked and I felt her willpower on the brink of giving in.
That’s when she pulled back and broke the kiss, gasping for air as her eyes swallowed me whole. Eyes that swam with the same hazy lust I felt. Eyes that needed me to love her completely. Saliva rimmed her lips and her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Her nipples were so hard, the puffy outlines of her areolas showed crisply inside her cotton top.
We held each other’s gaze for three heartbeats before Sam broke the spell.
“You two seriously need to get a room.” Sam chuckled. “There was a lot going on behind that kiss. I’m soaking wet.”
Brooke and I turned around to face her, and Brooke’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
“Okay, I liked it,” Brooke said. “I figured if I’m going to kiss another man once, I should make it count.”
“Once?” Sam chuckled again. “Baby, he’s your guy. Even a blind man can see that. No wonder you wanted to rip my throat out on the boat. You love him.”
Brooke sank back between my legs, grinning sheepishly at Sam. She pressed her shoulders against my chest and placed her hands on my knees while I wrapped my arms around her waist and drew her towards me.
Her tits jiggled and her hard nipples, straining the fabric, made it hard for me to focus on anything else. I resisted the urge to feel her up. The moment had passed, and I had to ride the wave.
“I didn’t want to rip your throat out,” Brooke said with no genuine conviction.
I squeezed Brooke’s waist and chuckled. “You called her a —“
Brooke whirled on me and pressed her hand over my mouth, cutting me off. “If you repeat that, I’ll chop off your balls.”
Sam giggled. “That’s more like it. Sweetie, it’s fine that you felt that way. But I’m no threat. Okay? I want you two to hook up.”
Brooke turned back to face Sam, leaning even deeper into me, giving me a bird’s-eye view down her shirt, nipples included.
“I think I know that,” Brooke said with some hesitation in her voice. “But what if I want him all to myself?” She brushed her hands over mine where I had locked them around her waist, hovering an inch above her pussy.
“I don’t think Trap’s a one woman kind of guy,” Sam said, gazing at me with a look of appraisal. “But that doesn’t mean he won’t commit to both of us. Right, baby?”
It was now or never and I was shooting for the stars. I had come this far. Why not? Maybe our discovery on the Lady Dancer started some sort of cosmic chain of events that led us here. Maybe I was meant to start a harem. It was as if everything clicked into place, including Brooke’s newfound desire to be with me. How I answered Sam’s question could have life-changing ramifications. I had no other choice but to answer truthfully. “That’s right,” I said. “I want both of you, and my feelings for each of you are just as strong.” I held my breath and waited for Brooke to explode.
Instead, she sighed contentedly and squeezed my arms tighter around her waist. “I have to admit, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. The thought of threesomes… well, I never thought I would be open to that sort of thing. But, now, i don’t know. It’s very tempting.”
Sam stepped up to Brooke, leaned in, and kissed her softly on the lips. Brooke returned her kiss and their tongues flickered together before Sam broke it off and stepped back.
“Sealed with a kiss,” Sam said.
Brooke gazed deep into Sam’s ice-blue eyes and grinned. “Now it’s time for your dare.”
Sam’s eyes smiled along with her lips. “Name it.”
“I dare you to fuck Trap in the hallway outside the bathrooms,” Brooke said.
Part of me wanted to interject and call it off. After all, the Parrot was my home away from home. I was already skating on thin ice with Maria after she had spent all night with her eyes locked on me and the girls. Getting caught ramming Sam in the back hallway would earn me a lifetime ban and steal any shot I had with the lovely Cuban bartender. But could I really say no to fucking Sam with so much risk involved? My cock hardened at the mere thought, and I had my hands up her tiny skirt so many times this evening that I remained steel-hard for hours.
“Done,” Sam said. “But only if you stand watch. I don’t want to get Trap in trouble with Maria. She’s potential girlfriend material.”
Brooke laughed. “What are you? His recruiter?”
“We both are now,” Sam said. “We’re building a family.”
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