by Lauren Dane
“And you never…did anything with them as a group?”
“With Jemmy it was always just the two of us. His partners watched us a few times but never touched.”
She reached out and unzipped Charlie’s pants.
“Well. Do you have plans, Summer?”
“I’m naked. You two aren’t. Unless you want to talk more about the people I fucked in the four years since you left, Hatch? I didn’t have any threesomes but I do love cock.”
She said it like a challenge and he locked gazes with her. He’d been with other women. Hell, he was in a relationship—in love—with the man standing next to him but the idea of her loving anyone else wasn’t one he liked much. The other women he’d been with were fun, but nothing to him. Not in the way this woman was. Had always been.
For years he’d pretended it away, but now that she was back in his life there was no denying what she meant to him. How she made him yearn to make things better so she’d look at him without the open trust in her gaze held back.
He wanted her to be able to count on him.
He pulled his shirt up and tossed it away and she smiled. “As it happens I really don’t want to hear about other men you’ve been with.”
She raised a brow at him and he found himself liking this spitfire Summer a whole lot.
“I believe I was interrupted before.” Charlie shouldered next to Hatch and Summer laughed.
“By all means, get back to it.” She motioned back to her left. “Bedroom if you’re so inclined.”
Getting out of the rest of his clothes, Charlie winked at Hatch as he pulled Summer to her bedroom. “Since this is your first threesome I suppose Hatch and I need to make it extra memorable.”
“I think we could endeavor to make it memorable all the time.”
“You two talk a lot.”
Surprised, Hatch turned his attention to her as Charlie settled her on her bed and lay with her.
“Maybe we’re nervous too.” He’d meant it to be a tease but realized it was true. Before, it was one thing, but after that discussion they’d had when she’d called a halt to the first round it had become more serious. The weight of the choice she’d made to let them both into her bedroom and her life was on his shoulders in a way he should have been cognizant of before.
He’d made so many mistakes. It was time to remedy that and earn his way back into her trust.
Charlie kissed her long and slow as Hatch climbed into the bed next to them. He hissed at how good it felt to be skin to skin with her after years away. She fit, like she always had. Even though they were both different, they still fit.
He ran covetous hands all over her skin, needing to feel as much of her as he could.
Charlie broke the kiss and pushed her to her back. Over her body, he leaned in and Hatch did as well, meeting him halfway in a kiss that fried his synapses. Tongue and teeth, all need and ravenous desire.
And then she slid a hand through his hair, and Charlie's too, her thumb caressing his temple.
An acceptance of what he and Charlie had.
Charlie groaned and Hatch swallowed that sound and all she could do was watch that kiss. Her skin leapt into goose bumps, her cunt softened, heated, slicked, ready for one of them. Or both. Whatever. She was still nervous about how a threesome would work but it had muted a little at the sight of these two.
She'd seen men kiss before. Had seen them do more than that. But these two men were something utterly unexpected. Beautiful. Sexy in an unrestrained way. She wanted them to touch her with that sort of surety and confidence.
And maybe she wanted that depth of emotion and connection too. Maybe she’d missed it and seeing it between them was sexy but also a little sad.
Hatch broke the kiss and they turned to her as one, taking her in. Charlie dipped his head, licking over her nipple and then sucking. Gentle at first until she arched and he strengthened, giving her the edge of his teeth.
She moaned softly and Hatch's mouth cruised up her throat to her mouth. He tasted like Charlie and a little like her. It was too much and not enough all at the same time and she was glad she was on her back or she'd had fallen over.
She dragged her nails up Hatch's back and he hummed into her mouth before he pulled away. "So, Summer, let's see what you like now."
The shock of sensation sent a burst of pleasure through her when he lowered his mouth to her other nipple and mirrored Charlie's movements. He didn't have a fully grown-out beard like Charlie so the scrape of his scruff was different. A little rougher. Which she supposed was part of the appeal.
Charlie broke from her nipple and kissed down her belly, licking over the hollow at her hip and then over the seam where her leg met her body.
"Keep licking those nipples. I'm going to eat this pussy." Charlie murmured the words against the flesh of her cunt, making her arch into his mouth.
Hatch laughed. "I think she's okay with that too."
"Just don't stop this time!"
Charlie looked up at her, holding her gaze as he licked over and over. "Okay."
His tongue traced each furl and dip, reveling in the soft, sweetness there. Here too, in this heart of her, she was as perfect as she was everywhere else. He fucked into her with his tongue and went back to her clit, sliding a thumb over her asshole until she went boneless.
He'd been holding her gaze but she'd gone blurry, her lids slowly dropping, drunk on pleasure. Charlie glanced Hatch's way. His partner looked at this woman in a way Charlie had never seen before. He wasn't insecure about it. Hatch’s declaration to Summer that he and Charlie were a package deal had underlined his commitment.
Hatch rolled and pinched her nipples as he kissed her neck and jaw, whispering.
"Do you have any idea what it looks like? Your legs spread wide, Charlie's head there, his mouth on your cunt?"
At the words, she rained honey all over Charlie's lips and he groaned. He knew. Hatch's dirty talk had the same effect on him.
"I'm going to fuck you when he's done. I think you should suck his cock."
That certainly worked for Charlie.
She nodded, dreamy as her thigh muscles tightened.
"Are you close, beautiful Summer? Hm?" Charlie asked.
She opened her eyes and snagged his attention with a nod. "Yes."
He circled her entrance with a fingertip and slid inside her slowly, her inner walls hugging first one finger and then two as he flicked her clit quickly before sucking it into his mouth.
Heat seemed to fill her until her skin felt as if it would burst. She came so hard her teeth tingled. Her skin was electric. Charlie's hand at her hip seemed to vibrate through her. Hatch's lips at the place just under her ear sent little waves of pleasure down her spine as she arched and ground her cunt against Charlie's face for what seemed like forever.
At last it ebbed and she collapsed back to the bed with a satisfied sigh.
The weight of their attention was nearly physical as she smiled up at them.
"Well, was that to your liking?" Charlie kissed her thigh and then up her belly to her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him. "Mmmmhmm."
Her eyes were the prettiest blue. Charlie loved the way the light in them danced when she smiled.
"Damn, you're beautiful."
She blushed. "Thank you."
She shifted and his cock brushed against her pussy and she groaned. "It's your turn."
"Oh yes."
Hatch kissed Charlie’s shoulder. "On your back."
Charlie complied quickly after another kiss from Summer. Hatch knelt at her back and they both watched him. It was Charlie who wanted to blush all the sudden from the heat in those gazes. The way Summer looked at him right then, Charlie knew she was definitely into it as much as they were.
"He's delicious, isn't he?" Hatch used that gravely sex voice that never failed to make Charlie's cock throb.
Summer nodded, reaching out to grab Charlie’s cock at the base. With her other hand, she slid the
pad of her thumb over the slit, now slick with precome.
Which was hot enough.
Then she brought that thumb to her mouth and sucked it inside and both he and Hatch groaned at the sight. One corner of her mouth lifted at that, the power of it pleasing her.
"Hands and knees above Charlie."
She did it, kissing his belly, her nails gently scoring up his inner thighs until she gripped his cock in one hand, bracing her weight with the other.
Hatch looked at her back, at the green and brown of the thorns and vines, the splash of red here and there and the tiny blue/purple flowers scattered all through. Her hair had slid to the side, giving him flashes of the way she'd begun to lick around the meaty head of Charlie's cock.
He took two handfuls of her ass and squeezed, parting her to his gaze. Pink and perfect, glistening from orgasm, swollen. His cock twitched, as anxious as the rest of him to get in there.
She pushed back against him and he chuckled. Not shy about what she wanted. "Just trying to be sure you're ready. And oh yes you are."
He nudged at her, the heat scalding, the slippery flesh welcoming his way.
He'd wanted to go slow but she had other ideas, shoving at him, taking him in one hard push.
"Fuck!"
"That's the idea"
Hatch snorted a laugh that died when he caught sight of the way she sucked Charlie's cock down to the root and came back up.
Charlie gave a strangled curse as he plunged his fingers into her hair and held her. "Yes, god. Yes like that."
It had been four years since he'd been inside her. He stilled a moment at the homecoming of it. At the way her body welcomed him in that sweet clasp.
Too long. He'd been away too long and other men had experienced this. He was lucky she hadn't been claimed by that point. It wasn’t simply the physical act of being in her; it was the connection between them that surged as he touched her. That feedback as she responded. That depth of intimacy that was so much more than just skin sliding against skin.
He had no further plans to tempt fate. She was theirs. His and Charlie's and that was that.
Slow at first, he thrust all the way in and then pulled nearly completely out only to press deep again. She timed her swallows of Charlie's cock with that rhythm.
"You're killing me, baby. More, please." Charlie writhed.
She hummed and Charlie groaned.
Her pussy gripped Hatch tighter. She liked it when Charlie begged. Hatch did too and he tucked that away for later.
"Hold your cock," she whispered to Charlie, who did.
She reached back, her fingers brushing the place Hatch slid in and out of her cunt and then they were gone.
Charlie's thighs were outside hers so he was spread open. Summer's fingers, slick now with her honey, played against Charlie's balls, his perineum and then over his asshole, pressing in slightly once he was nice and wet.
Charlie blew out a breath and it turned into a pleading groan. His movements grew uncoordinated and when she'd worked herself inside enough to find his gland and brush over it, he shook all over and then snarled as she sucked him deep. So deep, he blew, the taste of him flooding her for long moments.
Hatch moaned softly. "So fucking hot." He reached around her body and found her clit, playing it between two fingers until she knew she'd come again.
She kissed Charlie's cock and leaned her head against his thigh, giving over to the way Hatch felt inside her. The way his fingers drew another climax from her.
It was good. Familiar and yet new. She flew apart, her vision going white as she heard his curse and the felt the jerk of his cock as he came inside her.
Charlie’s hands caressed her shoulders and neck until Hatch pulled out and they all managed to lay down, arms and legs tangled as they struggled to catch their breath.
Summer's head spun. It was good. So good. More than good it was right in a way she couldn’t begin to contemplate with them both still there.
The scent of sex, of man and skin hung in the air. Charlie's taste lived in her, Hatch's taste re-awakened in her system like it had never left.
"So what would you grade it?" Hatch drew lazy circles on her arm before just pulling her into his embrace. She considered moving away but didn't really want to. She rested her head on his biceps and smiled at Charlie, who entwined his fingers with hers, kissing her fingertips.
"Grade what? Your fucking?"
Hatch laughed. "Well that too, I suppose. But your first threesome."
Charlie theatrically swatted Hatch’s arm. "Don't ask her that yet! We're not done."
Hatch give Charlie a look. "We aren't?"
Charlie nuzzled her neck. "I haven't been inside you yet." He rolled closer, inside Hatch's embrace as well. Another inch and he lay atop her and she wrapped a leg around his.
He left her breathless. He had a carefree manner, but he was serious about sex. He paid attention too. And he was really good with his mouth.
Hatch groaned. "He's got excellent recovery time. He's insatiable."
She laughed. "I seem to recall you being pretty insatiable too."
"That goes without saying. When it comes to you, there's never going to be enough."
Charlie kissed her as she lay there, wedged into Hatch, Charlie's weight a reassuring thing.
"When do you two fuck?"
Charlie's mouth quirked up, exposing a dimple she hadn't noticed before. "All the time. I already knew from last night that you liked to watch. There'll be plenty of time for that. Can you take me?" He teased her pussy with the head of his cock.
She arched and nodded and he slipped in.
Hatch stayed where he was. She was overwhelmed. Caged in. Held down. It was too much but she rode it out and it became white noise. Like the sound of the ocean and she let it hold her up.
Charlie filled her over and over, the ring in his left nipple brushing against her chest, the hair on his belly scratching her not unpleasantly. It was good. And hot.
Then he and Hatch kissed, right next to her face but she couldn’t turn her head enough to really see it though she tried. She could hear it though. The soft exhalations, the wet slide of tongue against tongue. She felt the scratch of Hatch's scruff against her shoulder.
She whimpered, not meaning to, but it escaped anyway.
"Feeling left out, pretty?"
"No," she gasped out when Charlie nipped her chin. "It's hot. I just wanted to see better."
Hatch laughed and slid a hand between her and Charlie, finding her clit.
"Too much! I can't."
"Let it go. It's not too much. Let it be enough. Give us another." He lightened the pressure but kept touching her.
Charlie changed his angle and his pace, digging hard and deep, pressing the heel of Hatch's hand against her mound, skin to skin instead of his fingertip. It drew out an orgasm, nearly ripped from her. Hard. Powerful. Overwhelming and sharp.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm gone." Charlie groaned and came, his mouth coming down on hers, the kiss a desperate sort of crush as they both soared on pleasure.
"Wait." Hatch grasped her upper arms and held her against him as he ground himself against her ass.
"Higher, baby." Charlie adjusted Summer and Hatch thrust this cock between her thighs.
"Mmmm. So wet. Yes, god, that." He didn't put himself inside her, but fucked into that space between her thighs, his cock brushing against her cunt.
It was wet and sticky and messy and hotter than anything she'd ever experienced as Hatch took his pleasure the way he wanted it, fucking that space, his grunts in her ear as Charlie kissed her, pressing her into Hatch, his body holding her.
"Gonna come all over you. Mark you, Summer," Hatch growled in her ear, the fingers holding her upper arms digging in so hard she knew she'd bruise. It hurt enough to make her whimper, but it was a good hurt. She knew those marks the next day would make her wet just looking at them.
When he came on a snarl, he held her for long minutes after.
"
A swim might be good for our muscles." Charlie kissed her and rolled from the bed.
She started to follow, but Hatch stood, picking her up and carrying her. He kept her in his arms as they walked through the small path to the lake. Never letting go until she was deep enough to float.
Six
"Run away with me."
Summer looked up to see Charlie headed toward where she knelt in her garden, harvesting zucchini. He had a bright red bandana on his head, his hat tucked into a side pocket.
"Where should we go? The circus?"
He laughed, kneeling with her. "Can I help?"
"Seems to me you're probably sick of picking produce." She knew their shift went from six in the morning until two. They then brought it all back to the processing houses where another crew would clean and package for market either in Paradise or to be sent to a transit point south of Portland.
"Don't tell anyone, but this is my way of charming a pretty girl I like."
She smiled and pushed her sunglasses up her nose. He tilted her hat forward. "Keep the sun off your face, you're a little pink."
"The curse of having red hair."
He helped her pull the rest of the ripe zucchini and indicated a few at the flower stage. "How about I stuff these flowers with something yummy? Hatch had to run a load to the processing house down the mountain but he'll be back in an hour or so. We can all have dinner?"
"All right. I need a shower. I'm sweaty and dirty."
He stood, giving her a hand up and taking the basket she'd put all the things she'd picked in. He took her hand and she liked it.
"I need a shower too. Fancy that."
"You're very subtle."
He leaned closer. "I've been thinking about how you taste on my tongue all day."
She laughed. "You just tasted me."
"Three days ago. You can't expect me and Hatch to go so long without you."
"You have each other."
He opened her door for her and she invited him inside the cool, dark living area.
"So nice in here. And yes, we have each other but we’ve made it no secret that we want you too."