by Kim Fox
“Which one do you want?”
I sigh as I look down at my beer. I don’t want any of them. All I want is to go home, get in my pajamas, and curl up in bed with a good book. I didn’t really want to come tonight, but Sophie forced me to. She said I’ve been moping around the office for days now and that I needed to come out with her for a drink at The Slurry Rabbit. Apparently, there’s a good local band playing tonight called Predatone. The Beatles could have risen from the dead and be playing tonight, and I’d still rather be in bed with a book.
“Are you still thinking about the twins?” she asks when she sees me staring at the bubbles in my beer.
“I can’t help but think that maybe I made the wrong choice.”
She laughs. “Because you did. I would kill to be in your shoes right now. Two hot guys? Don’t you know that two is always better than one?”
I start picking at my wet coaster as she goes on and on and on. Maybe two guys would be a dream for her, but I don’t think it’s for me.
“Why don’t you just try it to see? Just one night?”
“I have to live in this town after. What if people find out?”
Sophie scoffs. “Who cares what people think?”
“I do. I have to do business with these people.”
She just shrugs. “No one is going to care.”
“That’s what you think.”
“I’ll show you. Watch this.”
My heart starts to pump a little harder as Sophie’s back straightens and she points at me. “This girl wants a threesome!” she yells over the music.
My stomach drops with a feeling of dread as a hot tingling sweeps up the back of my neck and travels across my face. People are looking at me. Sophie is loving it.
“Will you stop it!” I whisper scream at her.
She just laughs as she takes another sip of her beer. “See? No one cares.”
The embarrassment starts to fade as I look around the bar. Everyone turns back to the people they’re with and continues their conversations. She’s right. No one really cares.
“But even if I—”
I’m interrupted by a deep voice. “Hello.”
There are two creepy guys standing at our table staring at me. I’m going to kill Sophie.
“I heard you’re interested in a three—”
“Get lost!” Sophie snaps without even looking at them.
The two guys look at me with hopeful eyes. I just shrug and turn back to Sophie.
They linger for a few more pathetic seconds and then walk away with their shoulders drooping down.
“What happened that made you so uptight?” Sophie asks.
“Not wanting to be with two guys makes me uptight?”
Sophie is just staring at me. “Yeah. Pretty much.”
My mother’s face pops into my head.
“My mother was in love with two men.”
Sophie’s eyebrows raise. “Oh.”
“I was just a kid and she had to choose between me and my father, or the other man.” I let out a slow exhale as all of the hurt feelings come bubbling back up. “She didn’t choose us.”
“But that’s different.”
“Is it? I was tortured at school because of it. The town talked and the kids found out. They teased me and bullied me, saying that mother didn’t want me and that she was better off without me.”
“Ah, Zoe, that’s horrible.”
I wipe the corner of my eye and sniff. I don’t want to cry because of that woman. I’ve shed enough tears over her.
“We live in a society. We’re not alone in a bubble. Our actions do affect the people around us and that’s why society has traditions and rules. To protect people.”
“But you don’t have kids.”
“But what if one day I do? Do you know what the other kids would say if my child had two dads?”
Sophie laughs. “That would be the luckiest kid on the planet. Double the piggyback rides, double the love, double the tickles and wrestling fights and kisses. Your kids would have two fathers looking out for them and teaching them stuff and supporting and encouraging them. I would take a little teasing at school for that any day.”
It’s like Sophie has turned a lightbulb on in my head as the realization hits. She’s right. I’ve been so busy thinking of all the negative things that I didn’t stop to think of the positive.
If I let myself indulge in having two men and we did end up together with children, it could be a good thing for them. Having a parent is the best thing for a child. One is great, two is better, so why would three be worse? They’d be lucky to have two dads. What kid wouldn’t want that?
My body feels lighter, like all of the burdens that have been weighing me down all week have suddenly been removed. I feel like I’m going to float out of this booth. Either something in me has changed, or this beer is really strong.
Then a sinking realization has me crashing back down. Even if it didn’t hurt any future kids, people would still talk. I don’t know if I could handle that.
“But what will people say?” I ask Sophie. “It would be so scandalous.”
Sophie tilts her head as she locks eyes on me. “What’s more important to you? Being happy or caring what Cowboy Rick and his judgmental wife think?”
I start picking at my wet coaster as her words hit me.
“The same people who would criticize you have their own embarrassing shit they’re dealing with. Maybe Cowboy Rick and his judgmental wife are into crazy BDSM. So, when they’re not in public shaming you, they’re at home dripping melted wax on each other’s nipples while wearing diapers. People are always trying to take their insecurities out on you. You can’t let them. Don’t let them win by caring what they think. You do you.”
You do you.
That’s what Mrs. Miller told me. That naked pair was the happiest couple I’ve ever seen. They don’t give a goat’s ass what people think and they’ve lived a fulfilling life because of it. What if they had caved into the pressures of society and lived a regular life with regular clothes and a regular job? Sure, people might not have talked about them, but they would have been miserable.
And I know that if I stay away from Tito and Ronin, I might be miserable.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened if I just followed my heart instead of following my head.
My mind is racing as the band walks onto the stage. More hot muscular men, but these ones have instruments.
“I like that guitarist,” Sophie says, bitting her bottom lip. “I wonder if he’s single.”
I wonder what Tito and Ronin are doing right now. I wish I could see them. I feel like I would know what to do if I saw them.
My pulse is racing as the guitarist steps up to the microphone. “We’re going to start tonight with a slow, sad one.”
The bar is silent and all eyes are on him.
“Two of my brothers have broken hearts tonight. Tito and Ronin, this one is for you.”
My heart nearly stops in my chest at hearing their names.
The band starts playing How Can You Mend A Broken Heart by Al Green as I frantically look around the bar, searching for them.
Then I spot them. A large man with a cowboy hat on moves and I see them through the crowd. They’re on the other side of the packed bar, looking heartbroken as they listen to the soft song.
My breath is non-existent as I watch them. I think back to our dates, smiling at the beautiful picnic I shared with Ronin and giggling to myself when I think of Tito’s massive screw-ups. After all that, he still managed to pull off a fun night. How could I pick between them?
Why would I ever want to pick between them?
I never take my eyes off them as the beautiful song plays through the bar. They look crushed as they listen.
There’s one other guy sitting at the booth with them. He has big tattooed arms and when the song finishes, he taps each of them on the shoulder before getting up and chatting with the waitr
ess.
They’re alone.
I turn to Sophie and she’s got a massive grin on her face. “Go to them.”
“You sure?” I ask, feeling my stomach fluttering with nerves. “I don’t want to leave you.”
She smirks. “Hot cowboy by the jukebox keeps giving me the eyes. If I’m sitting here by myself it will give him the perfect opportunity to come over.”
I smile as I grab my beer and stand up. “Thanks, Sophie. You really helped me see.”
“Does that mean I can get a raise?”
I chuckle as I grab my purse. “Let’s talk Monday morning.”
“Good luck,” she says, grinning at me. “Go make every woman on the planet jealous.”
All of the negativity that’s been plaguing me is gone as I turn around with my eyes locked on the boys. A sense of calm is flowing through me. Everything is going to be alright. It’s going to be better than alright.
I strut through the crowd as the band starts playing a more upbeat song. All These Things That I’ve Done by the Killers. I love this song.
Both Tito and Ronin are staring at their half-full beers and drowning in their melancholy. I don’t know which one looks more depressed.
I stand in front of their table and cross my arms. “All right.” Their eyes jerk up to mine and I nearly laugh when both of their jaws lower at the exact same time. Mirror images of shock and confusion.
“Let’s try it your way.”
Neither of them says a word as they stare at me. Tito is the first to move. He slowly reaches out and pokes my arm with his finger.
“Is she real?” Ronin asks, looking at me skeptically.
Tito swallows hard and nods. “She feels real.”
I laugh when Ronin slowly reaches out and pokes my hip.
“It’s me,” I say as I slide into the booth next to Ronin. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and I think, maybe, that I would like to give it a try.”
“Give what a try?” Tito says, still looking at me with a stunned look on his face.
My cheeks start to heat up. These two aren’t going to make it easy on me.
“I could, like, maybe, try dating, you know, both of you.”
Ronin perks up. “At the same time?”
“You mean together?” Tito asks.
I clear my throat and give a shy nod. “Yeah. Together.”
The smiles that appear on their faces… Priceless. They look like I just told them they won the National Lottery.
“You won’t regret this,” Tito says as he reaches out and grabs my hand. He swallows it in his two big palms.
Ronin takes my other hand and my body starts tingling. Holding two men’s hands feels pretty good. Much better than holding just one.
“Don’t ever do this to us again,” Ronin pleads. “We’ve been miserable for days.”
“It’s up to you two to make me stick around,” I say with a grin.
They look like they’re up to the challenge.
“Sit here,” Ronin says. “Between us.”
His strong hands slide to my hips as I climb over him to sit between the two of them. They each slide closer to me until I’m surrounded by hard muscle and delicious smelling men.
The heat of arousal starts coursing through my body, bringing my mind to dirty places. When I start imagining the different positions they would twist me in, the different ways they would fill me, I start breathing a little quicker.
I think I made the right choice. I’m just wondering why it took so long.
If I came to my senses sooner, we wouldn’t have wasted all of this time.
Ronin slides his arm over my shoulder and Tito puts his hand on my thigh. A thrill rushes through every inch of me. I’m surrounded by sexy male and my body starts craving more of them. Lust and desire start flowing through me, warming my body until the arousal pools between my legs.
I down the rest of my beer in one long gulp and then turn to them one at a time. “So, how does it work?”
“What part?” Ronin asks.
I have a sudden, irresistible urge to know. What are these two going to do to me when they get me alone? I have no idea, but I can’t wait to find out.
“The uh… night time part?”
“You mean sex?”
Hearing the word come out of Tito’s sexy mouth is enough to nearly give me an orgasm. I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah, that part.”
His firm hand slides higher on my thigh as he leans in close to my ear. “Let us take you home and you can find out.”
My nipples harden under my bra as I turn to look up at Ronin. His eyes are sparkling and he’s got a gorgeous smile on his face.
“Come home with us,” he whispers.
Anticipation starts growing within me. I’m done being good. I’m done holding myself back. I’m done with trying to prevent this from happening.
I’m ready to give in. To Ronin. To Tito. To being a mate of two shifters. And to whatever is about to happen.
“All right,” I say as my heart pounds furiously in my chest. “Take me home.”
Thirteen
Zoe
I can already tell this was a great idea and we’re not even in the bedroom yet. Ronin is taking my mouth in a hard, demanding kiss as Tito stands behind me, running his hands up and down my sides.
We’re in the living room of their cabin. I knew we wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.
“Treat that mouth softly, brother,” Tito says as his strong hands find my ass. He gives my cheeks a firm squeeze as Ronin slides his tongue over mine, making me moan. “I have big plans for that sexy mouth.”
My pussy clenches at the thought of what those big plans consist of. I hope I’m about to find out.
Tito’s hands slide back up my sides and curve around my body until he’s grabbing my breasts in his firm grasp. My nipples are so hard, I can barely take it.
When I feel Ronin’s hard cock press against my thigh, I release his mouth with a gasp.
“You are so perfect,” Ronin says, looking down at my breasts that are in his brother’s hands. “Isn’t she perfect, Tito?”
“Fucking perfect,” Tito says as he slides his hand up to my neck. He tilts my chin up and to the side and crushes his lips down onto mine as Ronin takes his place on my chest, kneading my breasts and making my nipples ache even more.
I’m so wet. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Ronin grabs the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulls it up. I have to reluctantly release my lips from Tito’s as the shirt comes off, but we immediately kiss once again as Ronin tosses it to the side.
There’s so much going on, so much sensation on my burning skin—Tito’s mouth on mine, Ronin’s hands pulling down my bra until my breasts pop out, hands on my hips, hands on my ass, wet lips on my breasts, a tongue curling around my hard nipple. I’m overwhelmed with sensations in the best possible way.
Tito releases my lips and drops to his knees as his brother explores my chest. Ronin’s strong hands are cupping my breasts as his tongue slides around my hard nipple. I bury my hand in his soft hair and pull him closer as he kisses the curves of my breasts and squeezes my nipples with his fingers just hard enough to make me gasp.
Tito is on his knees behind me with his hands up my skirt. His fingers and palms are all over my thighs, slipping over and under the waistband of my underwear. I let out a whimper as a finger grazes against my wet pussy.
“We’ve been dreaming about doing this since the first time we saw you,” Tito says as he grabs my skirt and tugs it down.
“I’ve spent so many nights dreaming of these tits,” Ronin says as he caresses them. “You’re so beautiful, I can hardly handle it.”
“Wait until you feel her ass,” Tito says in a throaty voice. “So many wonderful surprises under these clothes.”
“What about you two?” I ask as I reach down and press a palm against Ronin’s hard cock. He lets out a groan and a shiver as I feel his hard length pressing against the insid
e of his jeans.
“You first,” Tito says as my skirt falls to the floor. He reaches back up, grabs my panties, and moans as he pulls them down too.
A warm shiver ripples through me as the cool air hits the wetness between my legs. There are two men here and I’m completely naked. I’m so exposed, but I’m loving it. These brothers are making me crazy with lust and need.
With two firm demanding hands, Tito pulls my legs apart and bends me over. My face gets buried into Ronin’s chest and he starts rubbing his hands all over my top half—on my breasts, on my back, along my sides—as his brother buries his face between my legs.
I gasp out loud as Tito devours my pussy. He starts eating me out like he’s starving. His tongue is all over me, parting my wet folds, tonguing my entrance, plunging inside of me, and circling my throbbing clit.
The sensation is so powerful, it’s threatening to consume me. He’s exploring every inch that I have down there as Ronin watches with a satisfied smile on his face.
“How does she taste, brother?”
Tito shakes his head against the inside of my thighs. “So fucking good. I never want to leave this spot.”
He keeps at it, licking me hard and fast until I’m digging my fingernails into Ronin’s body. He doesn’t complain. He just keeps stroking me with his delicious hands and increasing the intense sensation.
My body convulses and shakes when Tito digs his hot tongue inside me. He pushes in deeper as Ronin holds me tight. I’m whimpering and crying out into his tight t-shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Tito’s palm slides up my inner thigh and I moan out loud as he pushes a finger into my pussy. He flicks his tongue over my clit as it slides inside, making me shiver.
“Fuck, our girl is tight,” he says as he adds another finger inside me. “Ronin feel how tight this hot little pussy is.”
His hand slides away and I nearly groan with disappointment until another hand replaces it. This touch is different. Softer, smoother, but just as fucking good.
“Oh, goddamn,” Ronin groans as he slides two fingers inside me. “She’s so fucking wet. I can’t wait to slide my cock in here.”
He slides in another finger until he’s three fingers in, slowly moving them up and down in a hypnotic rhythm.