Buzz

by Shelley Munro

  Wayne returned and topped up their drinks before starting on dinner. “What time is Mum expecting you home?”

  “I told her we’d be back by six.”

  Wayne nodded. “You’d better keep an eye on the time then.”

  “Stan and Justin are staying the night and going with us to the agricultural show tomorrow. We want to see the monster trucks.”

  “Sounds good. I might take Jen if she wants to go,” Wayne said. “Next time ring before you arrive and knock. Don’t come in until one of us answers the door.”

  Gerrard smirked. “In case we interrupt at a bad time.”

  “Exactly,” Wayne said, his tone and expression stern.

  Jen didn’t know where to look when the three boys sniggered. Once again, her wretched propensity for blushing made her discomfort clear.

  The boys left half an hour later, all piling into Stan’s old, beat-up car.

  “They like you,” Wayne said, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck.

  “Only because they discovered I’m not only living here, but I’m your girlfriend.”

  “It’s not just that, Jen. You listened to their ideas and didn’t try to take over because you’re older. You treated them like contemporaries.”

  Jen snorted. “They know way more than me when it comes to this stuff. I’ve never had time to play around with social media and the things these kids take for granted. It’s like navigating a new world. Believe me, they’re helping me more than I’m aiding them.” But despite her words, she was quietly pleased about their progress. The boys had treated her like an equal. It would be interesting to see if this carried on when they returned to school on Monday.

  Wayne checked his watch. “Sebastian should be back soon. Why don’t we open a bottle of wine while we wait for him?”

  “I thought we were going to mess around?”

  A cheeky grin lit up his face. “Hold that thought. Dinner won’t be long. Besides, I want to fool around with Sebastian too.”

  Sebastian arrived not long after they’d opened a bottle of merlot. “Man, the traffic in Auckland was a real bitch. I think everyone was leaving the city for the weekend.”

  “Would a kiss make it better?” Wayne asked.

  Sebastian’s gaze zoomed in on Wayne’s mouth before sliding to view hers. A tingle sprang to life in Jen, a zip of excitement darting to her pussy. “I’ll need more than one kiss to forget the hellish traffic.”

  Wayne chuckled and rose smoothly from his chair. He rounded the kitchen table and hauled Sebastian into his arms, drawing him closer for a kiss. Jen watched avidly, never ceasing to feel amazed at the arousal that filled her whenever she watched them. They always started aggressively, each struggling to take control. The first kiss was a clash of lips, a fierce groan and tight, gripping hands. Then the violence fled. Their contact gentled, lips softened and sexy moans of pleasure escaped them.

  Unbidden, Jen stood, following the silent urge to join them. She clasped Sebastian’s biceps and tugged to gain his attention. “My turn.”

  Wayne laughed and moved a fraction to let her squish between him and Sebastian. When she lifted her head for Sebastian’s kiss, Wayne moved in behind her. She practically felt the connection slip into place. Each time they came together, the ties binding them seemed to grow and become more. Right now there wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be. Sebastian started the kiss slow before taking it into carnal territory. He stroked along her tongue and then the roof of her mouth. She signed and squirmed closer, physical need creeping through her body. She felt her nipples prickle and the heaviness between her thighs increased.

  “Hold that thought.” Wayne stepped away from her and lightly slapped her backside. “I’ll heat the barbeque and put on the steaks.”

  “It’s very warm in here.” Sebastian traced one blunt finger along the neckline of her cotton shirt. A raft of goose bumps rose on her skin when he repeated the touch. “You should take this off.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jen asked in a dry voice.

  “Hell, yes. It’s a recent fantasy. I want to see you eating your dinner topless.”

  “Oh?” Somehow when Sebastian made the suggestion it sounded tempting instead of sleazy.

  “Or better yet, I’d like her naked on top of the table. We could use her as a plate,” Wayne said.

  “Only if you guys take a turn as well,” Jen said firmly.

  “Deal,” said Sebastian.

  “What?” She stared at Sebastian before turning to Wayne. “You’re not serious!”

  “Very serious, but I think we’ll save it for dessert,” Wayne said. “I wouldn’t like you to get burned.”

  “No,” Jen agreed.

  “We’ll take a turn too. You go tonight. I’ll go tomorrow night and Wayne can have Sunday night.”

  “All of a sudden I’m looking forward to dessert,” Wayne said.

  “The pair of you are nuts if you think I’m going to stretch out on the top of that table naked and let the pair of you treat me like a plate.”

  But the two men talked a good game, and after eating her dinner and drinking two glasses of wine, she found herself stripping.

  “This is where I do my homework,” she protested faintly as they helped her to climb up on top of the table. “How am I meant to do—”

  “Stop arguing,” Sebastian said in a firm voice.

  “At least draw the curtains so no one can see inside.”

  “We’ll hear any visitors before they have a chance to peek,” Wayne said.

  “You didn’t hear your brother’s arrival. He walked into the house and spoke before we heard him.”

  “I’ll lock the door, if it will make you feel better,” Sebastian said, leaving to carry out his promise. On his return, he drew the curtains across the windows leading out to the deck. “I’ll light some candles. Make it more romantic,” he said in a rough voice.

  It was the perfect thing to help relax her. With the curtains and the locked door giving privacy, some of the tension in her dissipated. The flicker of candles and the cinnamon scent they gave off did the rest.

  “Here’s a pillow.” Sebastian tucked it under her head and smoothed a hand over her shoulder. “You okay?”

  Jen swallowed. “Yes.”

  “Good.” Sebastian’s eyes gleamed, even in the candlelight. His hand moved down her arm and strayed to her breast. He tweaked her nipple, pinching again when she groaned. “Wayne, what’s for dessert?”

  “I was thinking I’d barbeque fruit and serve it with ice cream, but we can have fresh fruit instead.”

  “Ice cream,” Jen said. “That sounds cold.”

  “Don’t worry. By the time we’re finished with you, your skin will sizzle so hot you’ll need the ice cream to cool you down.”

  “Huh.”

  “She doesn’t believe you,” Wayne said, producing a can of whipped cream and a plate of diced fruit.

  “Do we have any chocolate topping left?”

  “There’s a new bottle in the pantry.” Wayne shook the can of cream and pulled off the lid.

  A spurt of excitement shot through her. Being the center of attention was like an aphrodisiac. Two sets of eyes looking at her with lust and desire. Four hands placing cubes of fruit on her, touching her with teasing fingers. Two mouths to do decadent things to her trembling body.

  Oh yeah. It was good being her right at this minute.

  Wayne sprayed whipped cream over her in swirls. Not just random patterns, but indulging the artist inside him, he fashioned a work of art, one resembling his tattoo.

  “Nice,” Sebastian said with admiration. “You need to design one for me.”

  “You’d get a tattoo, something that I designed?”

  “It would be a way of showing how much I’m committed to you and Jen,” Sebastian said.

  Jen watched her two men, a lump forming in her throat. Once again Wayne was easier to read than Sebastian, but she was starting to understand them both bet
ter. She caught the flash of pleasure in Sebastian. The honesty, and then it faded into a sexy smile.

  “If I get a tattoo, then maybe Jen should get one. Maybe a small one on your hip just for us to see.”

  “A brand?”

  “Just like a brand,” Wayne said with a growl of approval.

  “I didn’t realize the two of you were so possessive.” It didn’t seem the right time to remind them that she’d be leaving next year. She liked spending time with Sebastian and Wayne, liked the way they treated her, but she couldn’t allow herself to fall in love with them.

  “You’d better believe it,” Sebastian said.

  Wayne picked up one of her hands and pressed a tender kiss to her inner wrist. “You make us happy.” He dropped her hand and picked up the chocolate sauce. With it, he formed intricate patterns on the cream on her torso while Sebastian busied himself with bits of fruit, decorating her. He paused to feed her a slice of juicy peach, the tart sweetness sliding over her taste buds as she bit down.

  Sebastian watched her avidly, groaning when a trickle of peach juice dribbled from the corner of her mouth. He bent over and delicately licked it away. Her breath caught, and she wanted to drag him closer and seduce him with kisses and erotic touches.

  “No! Don’t move. Finished,” Wayne said, setting both the chocolate syrup and the cream aside.

  Sebastian drew back to stare, his gaze roving her slowly, his eyes dark with stormy passion. “Would you let us take a photo?”

  Her heart gave a sudden thump. Did she trust them enough? She waited for them to rush in and reassure her, to say they’d never share an intimate photo with their friends. But neither said a word. A direct contrast with the time Giles had tried to talk her into a home movie. She glanced down her body. It wasn’t as if there was much of her visible. Her chest heaved when she sucked in a breath. “All right.”

  “One photo each,” Sebastian said, picking up his phone.

  “And you can take a photo of me and Seb kissing,” Wayne said. “I know how hot that makes you.”

  “Deal,” Jen said, every last bit of apprehension leaving her. Without much fuss they’d understood how much trust a photo entailed, and in return they were showing her that they trusted her too. For a moment the emotion swelling in her chest seemed too big for her to contain. It pushed up her throat and she had to swallow several times.

  Sebastian snapped a shot with his phone camera, approval showing in the way he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  “Smile,” Wayne said, and he clicked a shot too before setting his phone aside. “Now where were we?”

  “Want a strawberry, Jen?” Sebastian picked up a large, glossy red berry and swirled it across the curve of her breast. She tingled at the contact, a wave of warmth suffusing her as she watched him bite into the ripe berry. He smacked his lips and dipped his head to lick around the same breast. His tongue tickled as he cleaned away a trail of chocolate syrup. “Delicious.”

  Sebastian fed her a slice of nectarine while Wayne feasted on her other breast. When he lifted his head, cream and chocolate decorated his mouth and chin. His tongue flickered out and some of the cream disappeared.

  “Let me,” Sebastian said in a hoarse voice. He grabbed Wayne and licked away the last of the chocolate. “Tastes much better eaten off skin.”

  “You go on that side, and I’ll stay on this side of the table,” Wayne said.

  “That way you can kiss each other too,” Jen said.

  As usual, watching the two men interact had a predictable effect on her body. The two men fed her and each other pieces of fruit, gradually removing the cream and chocolate to uncover skin beneath. They worked down her body, each lick and brush of fingers stoking the desire within Jen. Distinct dampness pooled between her thighs, and she longed for them to reach the good bits.

  “Just as well you’re not ticklish,” Wayne whispered.

  Sebastian kissed her hipbone. “I’m sorry we’ve finished dessert. That was very appetizing.”

  “Not quite finished,” Wayne said. “Part your legs for us.”

  “So pretty,” Sebastian said, idly trailing his fingers over her upper thigh while he studied her pussy. “She’s all pink and swollen.”

  “Look how wet she is. She liked us touching her.” Wayne caressed her clit, the touch featherlight.

  A tremor zapped Jen. “Please make me come.”

  “Our pleasure,” Sebastian purred.

  Wayne parted her legs a fraction more and both he and Sebastian started to lick. They laughed when their heads collided, gave a collective groan when they tasted her. Then without verbal communication they concentrated on getting her off. Wayne focused his attention on her clit, stroking and teasing, while Sebastian fucked her with his fingers. Each stroke went in and out. In and out.

  “Oh god,” Jen muttered. Every time was magical. Being the sole focus of both men—just the thought of it was enough to send her flying. The reality propelled her into orbit. A moan slipped free. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the surge of pleasure threatening to sweep her away. But it was too much. Too big. A drag of a tongue over her sweet spot and a thrust of a finger and climax crashed over her. Huge waves dragged her under into a place where only sensation ruled. She gasped, feeling shattered yet weightless and so happy she could burst.

  Chapter Eleven

  Six weeks later

  Jen woke up alone. She patted the bed each side of her, groping for a warm male body. It took her a few seconds to remember that Sebastian and Wayne had started early in a push to complete their current contract before the due date. Wayne wanted to have a romantic weekend away, and Sebastian had agreed, sweeping her along with his enthusiasm. All going well they were off to Queenstown in the South Island for a romantic break where they didn’t have to hide or worry about local gossip.

  The alarm went off, the strident demand for her to wake bringing forth a curse. She staggered from bed and sniffed. Her head ached and her stomach roiled. Damn, she couldn’t afford to get sick, not with exams coming next week.

  After a maths class, she joined Gerrard, Stan and Justin, during morning break. They sat outside, enjoying a quick ten minutes of sunshine before their next class forced them inside again.

  Justin blew his nose. Seconds later Stan sneezed, spraying her and Gerrard.

  “Damn, Stan,” Gerrard muttered. “I don’t want the flu.”

  “I think it’s too late for me,” Jen said. “I’ve felt dreadful all morning.”

  “We can’t miss exams,” Justin said. “We’ve never studied so much. I want to make my mother proud when she sees my results.”

  “You’d better tell Wayne that the other kids gave you the flu. He doesn’t need any ideas in his head about us kissing,” Gerrard said.

  Jen barked out a laugh then sneezed. She dragged a packet of tissues out of her bag and handed Stan some before wiping her own nose. “He trusts me. He knows I don’t fool around.”

  “I wish I could say the same for her.” Justin scowled in the direction of a group of giggling girls.

  “Her loss,” Jen said. “Concentrate on your exams and beat her out of the top of the class spot. That will piss her off more.”

  “Yeah,” Stan agreed. “Especially if we all beat her ass.”

  “We will,” Jen said. “I intend to earn a scholarship for varsity. Failure is not an option.”

  The bell went and they wandered back to class. Jen prayed for the weekend to come because she felt like crap.

  * * * * *

  “Do you want to go out to the Cricket for dinner tonight?” Sebastian made the offer to Wayne and Jen even though he didn’t want to go to the pub. He preferred it when they were at home, and he could touch Jen and Wayne without worrying about what other people might think.

  Jen sneezed and grabbed for a tissue. “Nah, I’ve caught the flu that’s going around school. I’m gonna have an early night.”

  Sebastian shared a concerned glance
with Wayne. “Do you want something for dinner?”

  “No.” She swallowed, the color seeping from her face before she took off at a run.

  “Shit,” Wayne said. “She really is sick. I’ll see if I can do anything.” He disappeared, only to return a few minutes later. In the distance, a door slammed.

  “Is she okay?”

  “Grumpy. After spewing up her guts, she told me to piss off and leave her alone. Then she went into her bedroom.”

  “And slammed the door,” Sebastian said. “Let’s leave her alone for a while. With any luck she’ll go to sleep.”

  “She’s been pushing herself, studying for exams.”

  Sebastian grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and handed one to Wayne. “Getting a qualification means a lot to her.”

  “But what about next year?” Wayne asked. “I get the feeling she’s intending to move to Auckland and leave us behind.”

  Sebastian’s gut bucked at the thought. For the first time in years, he felt happy. Secure. Jen’s leaving would destroy everything. Hell, it would rip apart his heart as well. He loved Jen. “We’ll have to think of a way to compromise because I don’t intend to let her go without a fight.”

  Wayne nodded, his normal carefree mien absent for once. “She could commute if she wanted too.”

  “It would make the day long, especially if she had to drive in the traffic.”

  “Depends on her class schedule. Some days are shorter than others,” Wayne said. “Maybe she could commute with other people. Share expenses and driving.”

  “It might work or we could buy an apartment in Auckland. We have to drive up quite a bit to visit suppliers anyway.”

  Wayne nodded. “That’s not a bad idea. Something to think about.”

  Sebastian twisted the top off his beer. “It’s good to think about this now. We’ll have a solid argument if Jen tries to dump us.”

  A sneeze echoed in the distance.

  “I hope we don’t catch that,” Wayne said.

  “If you do, I’m sending you home to your mother. You’re a real baby when you’re sick.”