by Sharan Daire
His phone. “The code is CYPRESS if you want to invite someone to our party.”
Stunned, I didn’t say anything as he disappeared into the bathroom. That easily, he trusted me with his phone and his passcode, not to mention, leaving it up to me to decide who to call next. Or not.
The choice was mine.
I unlocked his phone, filled with trepidation and glee. A single, healthy man of his age and incredible looks probably had dozens of female contacts with some spicy sexting back and forth. Maybe some nudes former girlfriends had sent him. Or dick pics of his own in case he was interested in someone.
Or maybe that was just my ex still tainting everything I thought. Making me suspicious. Telling me I was fucking crazy when I knew he was acting strangely and hiding things. Lying about his whereabouts. Lying when it would have been easier to tell me the truth.
How much did I dare to snoop?
I took a quick glance at his photos and didn’t see anything but pictures of… my son. Fighting back tears, I scanned through dozens of pictures he’d taken of him and Liam fishing out on the lake. The smile on my son’s face was absolutely the biggest grin I’d ever seen. A man we’d just met had made him look that happy.
I still couldn’t believe our luck. The freaking amazing miracle that had brought us close enough for Derek to find us stranded on the road. What would have happened to us if I’d made it all the way to Granny’s? Or if we’d broken down on the freeway and some asshole had stopped and tried to take the kids?
Instead, it’d been a sexy sheriff and his equally handsome mechanic brother to the rescue. They’d whisked us to this incredible lodge, where I’d stumbled into a dream job I’d never even considered. I had more money in my bank account than I’d ever seen in my life.
I’d had the best sex of my life with the sheriff. And now I was going to call his brother to come join us.
Feeling incredibly wicked and ultra sexy, I went to the phone app and clicked on Kaleb’s number. It didn’t even have a chance to ring.
“Yeah?” Kaleb’s voice was tight and strung out like he’d been pacing and swearing for hours.
“Hey, it’s me.”
He gulped so loudly I easily heard it. “Do you need something? Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I was just wondering if it’s not too late—”
Heavy, fast footsteps tromped up the porch. In a few seconds, the bedroom door swung open, and Kaleb gave me a guilty-as-hell sheepish grin as he disconnected the call. “It’s not too late.”
My lips quirked, though I had to resist the urge to scramble for the sheet. I hadn’t expected him to see me fully naked so quickly. “You were just in the neighborhood?”
He raked a hand over his head and averted his gaze, as if sensing my nerves and wanting to give me some space and time to decide how much he got to see. “Yeah. Something like that. I knew D was coming over tonight, and… well… I assumed…”
“We did,” I said, settling back down on the bed. “And I do.”
The bathroom door opened, and Derek stepped out stark naked and not giving a damn. “Took you long enough. She almost had to wait a second before asking for round two.”
Kaleb met my gaze, fighting hard to keep his eyes up on mine. “You do?”
Derek came back to the side of the bed and climbed in, wrapping me in his arms on my right side. I scooted closer to him, making room for Kaleb on my left and held my hand out to him. “Take your clothes off and shut the door.”
I blinked and almost missed how quickly he whipped the pullover off his head, kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of his sweats. He turned around to close the door, giving me a good look at his firmly rounded buttocks. A sound escaped my mouth that was part gasp and part pure growl of hunger.
For some unholy reason, all I could think about was sinking my teeth into one of those meaty buttocks.
Kaleb heard that sound and pounced. One moment he was near the door; the next, he was bounding onto the bed like an eager puppy. Only it wasn’t my face he wanted to lick. I wasn’t even sure how he did it so quickly and effortlessly, but I was on my back, gasping up into his brother’s mouth, while he buried his face between my thighs.
I’d never had two men touching me at the same time. My brain short-circuited, my nervous system overloaded with a million volts. His mouth closed over my clit, his tongue nudging firmly. From stop to sixty in a heartbeat. My hips jerked reflexively, and I locked my arm around Derek’s neck, arching and thrashing between them.
Strong fingers rolling my nipples, tugging. Almost too much. Too damned good. Broad shoulders pushing my thighs wide, palms tipping my knees back to lift my pussy even more. Locked in place. Tongue pressed wide and firm, flowing up and down my slit, stopping to torment my clit. Only to stop just before my muscles locked down on another climax.
My thighs trembled. I strained harder, not fighting against their grip, exactly. But trying to find that perfect friction and pressure. I wanted to throw myself over the cliff, but it kept receding, making me climb higher and higher. Kaleb’s tongue slid so deeply into me that his nose rubbed my pubic bone. I wasn’t sure how he could even breathe, not that he stopped for air.
I pulled on his hair, trying to lift his mouth so I could drag him up on top of me. The harder I pulled, the more he sucked on my flesh. My breath sobbed in and out, making my chest burn.
Derek tipped my head slightly, slanting his mouth harder over mine. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth, making me groan. My back bowed as Kaleb mimicked that thrust, licking deeper. But his tongue wasn’t hard and long enough for what I wanted.
I twisted my mouth free so I could gasp out, “Use your fingers.”
He pushed two fingers inside me, twisting and pushing his palm against me. Derek squeezed my breast harder, adding a touch of sweet pain to the swelling surge of need rising inside me.
I wanted to warn them. This was going to be bad. Big. Whatever. I moaned against Derek’s mouth, unable to find the words. Unwilling to lose his lips and tongue tangled with mine. I could only hope he kept his mouth over mine to muffle the scream that started to tear out of my mouth.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids. I jerked and shook between them, climaxing so hard that my toes ached and my calves cramped. I couldn’t stop cumming. Everything clenched inside me, on Kaleb’s fingers, on Derek’s tongue. Drinking them down. Draining them dry.
Though I was the one who sagged into an exhausted, wrung-out pile like a limp dishcloth.
Kaleb nuzzled my stomach, slowly making his way up my body. He wisely avoided my sensitive nipples, because after so much stimulation, a single touch would probably jolt me like a thunderbolt all over again. I really thought he’d slide up inside me for part two, but he settled on his side next to me, his fingers lightly grazing over my body as if I were some kind of priceless artifact that he might break.
He was so different from his brother. Sensitive, caring, nurturing. He’d told me before that he would rather I take the lead, even in something as simple as a kiss. That was one reason I’d felt so safe just sleeping with him last night. But that also meant I needed to muster up some energy if I wanted to take this to the next level.
I shifted toward him, wriggling closer. My legs felt heavy, all my muscles turned to jelly, but I finally managed to swing one sluggish thigh over his. Hooked my heel behind his knee. And buried my face into the light swirls of chest hair. “You smell so good.”
His fingers gripped my hip, but he groaned loudly. Not a good groan either. It made me tip my head back in alarm to see his face. “I forgot to grab a condom.”
Snickering, Derek climbed out of bed and grabbed one of his spares. “Amateur.”
I’d thought it would feel incredibly weird and wrong to have two men, two brothers, in bed at the same time. But it was the most easy and natural thing in the world. Derek tossed the packet to his brother and slid back into bed, moving closer to me so I had his solid heat against my back. The tip of his dick prodded my butto
cks, making my breath catch in my throat.
Oh fuck. The thought of having them both inside me. At the same time…
Derek rubbed his mouth against my shoulder. “Not tonight, sugar. You said you didn’t have that much experience, so I’m guessing anal will be something we have to work up to.”
“Lube,” Kaleb added as he shifted back closer to me. “Lots of lube.”
“That’ll help, yeah. I won’t risk hurting you. I’m not small in that department.”
My brain agreed with him. I didn’t think I could handle that baseball bat going slugger in my virgin asshole the very first night. Though said asshole was interested in at least trying, if that meant I had them both inside me.
It was still unbelievably amazing to have them both touching me at the same time. To be able to press my face against Kaleb’s throat, while his brother lightly bit my shoulder. Kaleb’s tree-trunk thigh beneath me, his palms guiding me onto his dick in a long, slow impalement that made my breath sigh out against his skin. How he could be so unhurried after the way I’d climaxed all over his face just a few minutes ago, I had no idea.
So good. His arms around me. Derek rocked against me, a gentle wave that helped lift me into Kaleb’s slow thrusts. The easy, effortless rhythm they found told me they’d done this before. Several times.
But those other partners weren’t here now. For whatever reason, they hadn’t been able to make such a complicated poly situation work. It wasn’t going to be easy, but with endorphins pouring through my system, I didn’t care about the logistics.
I just wanted to feel. To be touched. Held. Stroked. My body was starved for basic compassion, but also connection. That sense of belonging. Trust. I hadn’t trusted anyone in so long…
Tipping my head back, I stared up into Kaleb’s eyes, drowning in those shining ocean depths. Everything laid open in his eyes. His generous, fun-loving spirit, deep compassion, and the same ravenous need that burned in me. The need to be seen. To have his needs understood and met. For his story to be read with an open heart, without judgment or ridicule.
I tangled my fingers in the fine, short hairs at his nape and pressed my open mouth to his. I poured into him, not just my tongue, but also my hunger. My shock and gratitude for all they’d done for me. My appreciation for the way he cared about my kids and loved his dog and his family and his friends.
I wanted to be on that list. Forever.
His hips pushed me harder against Derek, his fingers digging into my skin. All the bones seemed to dissolve in my body. I floated there between them, soaking in their heat and sweat. Drinking in every moment. Every touch. Every stroke of him deep inside me.
I didn’t think I’d be able to cum again after that massive orgasm he’d given me just a few minutes ago, but I felt my inner muscles clenching, a ripple that swept through my body and cast me to the stars above. Maybe I was sliding into unconsciousness. It was dark. I couldn’t seem to open my eyes. I felt good, though. I wasn’t scared.
How could I be, with these two men cradling me in their arms?
SHELBY
“Moooooomy.”
The creaking of the door jerked me out of a dead sleep. Panicked horror rose up in my throat, making me roll and twist up out of the tangled sheets and limbs and delicious male bodies to sit upright. I swept my mess of hair out of my eyes and then realized this was far from an improvement.
Since I was stark naked.
I scrambled for the sheet and tugged it up as much as possible as my daughter crept into the room. Derek’s leg was slung over mine, trapping the sheet between us, so I scrunched down as much as possible to get the pertinent parts covered. “What’s wrong, baby?”
My voice was pitched too high, almost a panicky squeal. I’d explained to them that I intended to ask Derek to stay the night, and sometimes Kaleb, and sometimes maybe the other men too. It was just…
The reality of being in bed with two men. Naked. The absolute explosive, mind-altering night we’d shared. I wasn’t ashamed, far from it. Just rocked to my core. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
Which was great. The last thing I wanted was to go back to being alone and struggling and scared. But I wasn’t exactly prepared on how to explain why I was naked with two gorgeous men in my bed to my four-year-old daughter.
Kaleb rose up slightly, rubbing his eyes. Derek was still snoring on my other side. I bit back a giggle. Guess who’d get baby duty.
Then it struck me what I’d just thought about. What it meant. And I couldn’t speak for the giant lump in my throat.
“I’m thirsty.” She climbed up on the bed by Kaleb. “Thanks for bringing Wally. I like sleeping with him. Could I sleep with him every night?”
As if it was completely natural to be woken up at the ass-crack of dawn by a child, Kaleb grinned. “He’d love that. In fact, he hasn’t wanted to come home at all except to eat his dinner. Not while he has kids to play with.”
“I could feed him. Right, Mommy? I’d do a good job.”
“Sure, if that’s alright with Kaleb.”
He tapped her on the nose, making her giggle. “Tell you what, Alliebear. Today, we’re going to show you and Mommy a couple of bigger cabins that you can have, so you and Liam can have your own rooms. I’ll help you pick out a good spot for Wally’s bed and food bowls.”
Her eyes widened, both with excitement and a little fear. “I’ve never had my own room before. But I think I could do it if Wally was with me.”
Guilt swept over me, but I let it pass without filling me up and trying to drown me. I’d done the best I could. We’d had a two-bedroom apartment with their father, but when it was just me paying the bills, I’d moved us into a smaller place. I still couldn’t afford it, even with all three of us sleeping in the same room. Sometimes I’d slept on the couch in the living room, just to get some space to myself.
So much about how we’d been living had been survival. Barely enough food. A single room, but at least it’d been a roof over our heads. Just enough gas to get to Granny’s. Just enough…
Let alone my personal needs. I’d scrimped on so much just to make ends meet. I ate less. I worked more. I didn’t buy myself anything. I worked alone, I slept alone or with my kids. I was too busy hustling to ever having friends. A kind word or hug from someone other than my children was a luxury that I couldn’t afford.
So to have these two incredible men with me right now was an embarrassment of riches. No wonder I’d been so caught off guard.
I leaned closer to Kaleb and dropped my arm over his shoulder, hugging my body around his back. I wanted him to know I was fine with displays of affection in front of my children. I wanted them to see hugs and love as normal. Not the starvation we’d been used to. “Is Bubby up too?”
“Not yet. Can I watch cartoons?”
I started to sit back up, but Kaleb looked over his shoulder at me. “I got this.”
His eyes pled with me, eager to do all the things for us. With us. He actually looked downright excited to get up and help Allie get settled, even though we’d only had a couple of hours of sleep.
I cupped his cheek and gave him a soft kiss. “Okay. But come back?”
He grinned and rubbed his nose against mine. “Of course. Alliebear, go on into the kitchen and pick out what cereal you want. I’ll be there in a second.”
Allie slid down and skipped toward the door, humming the Sponge Bob theme song. Once she shut the door behind her, he got up and pulled on his sweatpants. Even in the dark, I couldn’t help but run my eyes over his body. Remembering how he’d felt inside me. Wanting him again.
“Can a woman die from too many orgasms too close together?” I asked, only half joking.
Kaleb flashed another grin at me and went to the door, but it was Derek who said, “Challenge accepted,” in a gravelly morning voice as he pulled me back down to him.
24
Shelby
After sleeping in an embarrassingly long time, I finally crawled out of bed—n
eeding Derek’s assistance, since my legs were still wobbly. I ached in some very interesting places and my muscles were actually sore, especially my thighs and even my buttocks.
I felt great despite the soreness. Almost like I’d been smoking weed. I couldn’t remember being so mellow and relaxed, going with the flow and enjoying every moment of it. More than the good sex, the peace and ease that these men brought me was a miracle. Just that absolute confidence that we were going to be okay. I had help. I had friends. I had money in the bank. I had a job. I had a fantastic place to stay.
All the worry and drudgery was over. How could I not smile at everything, even if my legs felt like Jell-O?
A long hot shower helped tremendously. With my hair plopped, I went back into the bedroom to find some clothes, and found my sexy sheriff actually making the bed with new clean sheets and blankets. I hadn’t had to ask. It hadn’t even occurred to me to ask one of them to take care of the soiled linens. They did it without even waiting for me to think of it.
Unbelievable. A man who could do household chores without direction. I really had died and gone to heaven.
I went through my bag, trying to find something to wear that they hadn’t seen me wear already. Or at least wasn’t dirty or threadbare or faded. But no such luck. I really hadn’t brought much with me. Not because I’d left much behind, either.
His arms came around me, pulling me back against his chest. “Let me guess. You bought the kids all kinds of stuff yesterday but didn’t buy yourself a single outfit.”
“I bought a coat,” I protested.
“And Kaleb probably had to beg you to buy that, right?”
Guilty as charged. I huffed and pulled out of his arms to sort through my pile of already worn jeans and grabbed one of my favorite sweatshirts, though I never wore it without a twinge of regret. Bearing the Southern Methodist University logo, it was the symbol of all my hopes and dreams that had never happened.