by Piper Frost
“Skirt, too, Affton,” Grant says, his hands close to my zipper. “Do you mind?”
I pull back from kissing Tommy and stare him in the eyes while I answer Grant. “No.”
He slowly pulls the zipper down and pushes the fabric to the floor, letting his hands trail up my thighs on his way back up.
“These are pretty damn hot but they gotta go,” he says, his fingers grazing the hem of my panties.
Tommy chuckles into our kiss and he moves his hands down to the front of my underwear.
“I got these, Grant,” he says, locking his eyes on me as he slowly slides them down my legs.
I shiver with both their eyes on me and when Tommy gently slides one finger over my folds, I gasp. He lifts his hand with the proof of how turned on I am glistening on his finger and I almost drop my head to hide my embarrassment because I'm not just wet, I'm soaked.
“Can I touch you?” Grant's whisper is close to my ear, his breath warm on my neck.
Tommy's eyes go to him briefly then lock on mine, waiting for the answer while he slides his finger in his mouth, tasting me.
“Yes,” I answer quietly, not removing my eyes from Tommy. When Grant’s hands slide over my hips and move up my stomach to cup my breasts, I sigh, grabbing Tommy's wrist. “Why am I the only one with no clothes on?” I ask while Grant rolls my nipples and Tommy teases my pussy, not getting close to my clit like I need him to.
They both chuckle.
“Hey, I'm just following here.” Grant tweaks my nipples then flicks them with his fingers, his hands cupping my breasts.
“You do look pretty fucking hot like this, Beany. Flushed skin, soaked pussy, plump lips...” Tommy trails off and brings his wet finger to my lips.
I slide my tongue over my arousal coating his finger. “Naked. Pinned between two southern boys that are fully dressed.” I cock my eyebrow.
“You want our clothes off?” he asks.
“God yes.” I turn, my right hand going to Tommy's belt buckle and my left going to Grant’s. I never thought I'd be undressing Grant Matthews, especially not with Tommy around, but here we are and I'm so ready I can feel my wetness sliding down my thighs.
Grant’s hands leave me and he helps with the belt buckle, tossing his jeans to the floor with a loud clank when the buckle hits the hardwood.
Tommy pauses, his shirt halfway off, and quirks an eyebrow at him. “You're why I can't have nice things.” He shakes his head and Grant pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
“You're slow, Barns.” Grant's already out of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and pointing at me.
Tommy huffs and throws his clothes to the floor then he's back on me. His lips take over and his hands push my tits together, then he dips his head and licks each nipple before nibbling on them both. Grant’s hand slides between my thighs and I moan, lacing my fingers through Tommy's hair. While Tommy bites and sucks on my nipples I push against Grant’s hand. His finger slips inside me and I gasp and jump, quickly stopping him by grabbing his wrist. I wasn't expecting it and I don't want that right now. Grant quickly takes a step back with his hands up and Tommy pauses to look at us.
“Now I touch, you watch,” I tell Grant, not ready for him to enter me.
He grins and sits back on the couch, gripping his dick and slowly stroking himself. “I can live with that.”
Tommy's hands move to my hips and he pushes his lips to my neck from behind me. “You're going to touch Matthews?” He chuckles. “What're you going to do to him?” His hands are still roaming my body, his lips pressing pecks to my skin.
I pause and Grant shakes his head. “Don’t forget the rules. You have to be able to say it, Affton.” He gives me a cocky smirk.
“I'm going to...” I look at Tommy, planning this out so I don't get anymore surprises that almost make me stop everything. “Bend over and take your cock,” I tell Tommy as I start to stroke him, feeling it throb and feeling myself start to drip again. “And.” I look at Grant before running my tongue over my bottom lip. “I want to suck your cock.” I quickly glance at Tommy, hoping he's still okay with this.
Tommy's eyes are heavy with lust as my hand strokes him. He nods and curses when I pump my wrist faster.
“I’m ready.” He's still stroking himself and that’s when I notice the metal up the underside of his cock.
“Is…are you pierced?” I lower my raised brows, not sure how I can be surprised. This is Grant Matthews. Nothing’s surprising about him.
He grins and looks at Tommy who I hear chuckling. “It’s a Jacob’s ladder, baby. You ain’t afraid, are ya?” Grant’s smug as can be, proud of his cock contraption.
“Oh god.” I can’t help but laugh.
Moving to my knees, I push my ass out and look behind me, waiting for Tommy to line up and sink inside me before I move. As he pushes in slowly, I let out a moan and my head drops to Grant's lap as I whimper, relaxing to take him all the way in. Grant’s hand runs through my hair until Tommy's fist gently twists in it and he lifts my head. As he thrusts harder, he nudges me forward and I grip Grant. Tommy positions my head, thrusting deep and I scream out because he wants this as bad as I do and I feel like I could come at any minute. I grip Grant harder and he groans, pushing a few strands of hair from my face before I slide my tongue from his balls to the head of his cock, my tongue hitting each bump from his ladder. Tommy curses and pushes deep inside me, holding steady until I take Grant into my mouth. Tommy's hand releases my hair and he slides it down my back before reaching around to my nipple. Now Grant’s fist has replaced his in my hair. When Grant assists with the bob of my head, I almost stop, but it's such a fucking turn on that I already feel the build up of my orgasm. I whimper around Grant’s cock while he forces it to the back of my throat and Tommy pinches my nipple harder while he thrusts deeper and faster. My orgasm rips through me and Grant releases my head, allowing me to scream while pulling him from my throat, but Tommy doesn't ease up the thrusts that continue to rub that spot within me that makes this orgasm drip out of me and cover both of us.
“Fuck, Affton.” Grant chuckles.
I breathily giggle, coming down from that explosion but don’t waste time taking him to the back of my throat again. Tommy's hands are gripping my hips tight and he grunts as he hits me harder and deeper. Grant's hand fists in my hair again and he lays his head back on the sofa, moaning. Knowing that it's me that’s turned them both on this much tonight is so exhilarating, I could almost orgasm again instantaneously. I meet Tommy's every thrust while sinking Grant to my throat until I almost swallow him and wrap my hand around the part of him that doesn't fit, then retreat. He curses when I bring my hand to squeeze his balls and he lets out a louder moan before curse words start spilling from him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his hips thrusting him into my mouth.
I pop my mouth off the tip of his cock a few times then sink down again and add as much suction to my suck as I can. Popping my mouth off him one more time, I wrap my fist around him and can feel his orgasm starting when his balls tighten.
“I'm gonna come,” he huffs. His hand slides into my hair and he holds my head steady, his own fist wraps around mine as he helps stroke. “Fuck,” he grunts pressing the tip of his cock against my lips. As he comes he makes sure to cover my mouth and chin before smearing the head of his dick across my lips.
He continues to hold my head in place and sits forward, darting his tongue out and sliding it over the mess he made on my face. I gasp, accidentally touching my tongue to his but he's more focused on licking his come from my lips. I never thought I would find that hot but suddenly another orgasm is barreling through me and Tommy grabs my hips tight, shoving his cock so deep I can barely let out the scream from intensity.
“Holy fuck, Beany,” Tommy growls, thrusting until he comes and moans so loud you can probably hear it outside this house. “Shit!” He buries himself inside me and pushes his lips to my back. “God, I love you, Affton.” He kisses me again a
nd tugs on my chin, forcing me up so I can twist and kiss him.
“I love you,” I tell him as he pulls away from my mouth. I can still feel Grant’s come dripping from my chin.
When I look at Grant, he's wearing a smirk, but his eyes are closed and I almost, just because he looks so relaxed, sock him in the balls. I got everything I needed out of this, he can go home now. I start to laugh as I stand and when he looks at me, I ruffle his hair.
“Night,” I tell him and grab my clothes, looking at Tommy. “I'll be waiting for you.” I leave them in the living room and head for the shower.
Whatever this idea of life is, I don't want it to stop. Adding Grant to the mix of things isn't a necessity, but we both seem to like it, so why stop if we're all comfortable with each other? Grant's always been the kinky friend. He's always made weird comments even when we were kids, but I'm happy we laid everything out and he let it be known his interest doesn't go beyond sex. Not that I thought he was pining for me, but the last thing I want is to ruin his and Tommy's relationship.
***
The early mornings Tommy leaves me in bed are the worst, but he's responsible and has a job. Unlike me... I haven't even offered to pay the mortgage...or for groceries. The thought I'm freeloading off of Tommy makes me feel sick. We need to start figuring out this life beyond living in the moment. Tommy's my long term and that means long-term responsibilities too.
“Hey.” Kaydence nudges my foot, smiling when I glance over at her. “You lost deep in thought?”
“Will you be honest with me?” I glance at the nail tech that's putting a fresh coat of yellow polish on my nails. I feel guilty not going to Jo’s salon but she’s so backed up, I didn’t have the heart to expect her to clear a spot in her schedule for us.
“Of course!” She giggles when her excitement makes her nail tech startle. “Sorry.”
The woman rolls her eyes and looks down again.
“Do you all think I'm crazy?” I quietly ask and she gasps. “Kay, stop,” I demand before she can feed me some bullshit. “I'm asking as...a friend.” I'm not as close to the girls as the three of them are, but I think we've all bonded over the couple months I've been here.
“No. No one thinks that. We all think...” Her lips twist and she stares at her hands a minute. “That you've had a hard life and that you really missed out.” She won't look at me.
“Missed out on what?”
“Everything.” She smiles over at me. “Mainly Tommy. He really has a lot of feelings for you and as far as I understand, he always has. Grant and Chase have said you and Tommy used to be really close. So what happened?”
Great. Grant and Chase are talking about me. I don't know why that pisses me off so much.
“I left.” I shrug, trying to think back to before I left. I didn't want to leave him but we were both so full of ourselves and we didn't share what was really on our minds. “I chased my career, he chased females.” I roll my eyes and she giggles. “I didn't plan on coming back here and falling in love with him instantaneously, Kaydence. But he's easy to love and I really need him.” I clear my throat, getting emotional. “I don't think there's anyone else that could make me feel so relaxed and safe through all this.”
She nods. “I get it. Chase did something similar for me. Nothing like your story, but I totally get that undeniable comfort with someone. He's your lifeline.”
“Yeah. He's what I want and deserve,” I whisper and when I glance over at her, she's grinning at me, making me burst into laughter.
“Well, we're all happy you're here now. Especially your brother. I know he worries about you almost as much as Tommy does and for those two guys to not be so uptight anymore, it's nice.”
It is nice. Being able to consider them all friends and to have my brother back in my life. But these past two months are going to change soon. I'll have to get a job and all of this may be done at a distance. But this time I won't let them go.
“I worry when it comes time for me to make a decision on my career that Tommy won't—” I jerk my hands away and stand, almost tipping my chair. Focusing my eyes out the window, I start to shake.
Corey.
He’s here! I know I saw him. I saw him standing there.
“Affton,” Kaydence keeps saying as I slowly back up, away from the front door. “What's wrong?”
I saw him. I know that was him. If I walk out that door, he'll take me away. Unable to breathe or focus, I start crying, at a loss for what I should do and I'm trying not to cause a scene but it's too late for that. I'm hiding in the salon's storage room and no matter what any of these women say, I won't come out.
“Should we call the police?” One of the girls softly rubs my back while I cower in the corner.
I need to pull it together, but I can't. He was out there. I saw him through the window. I know I saw him.
“No. It's okay. I'm sorry,” Kaydence says, grabbing her phone.
For an hour I stay at the back of the salon and the women have been nice enough to act like I'm not losing my mind, but I know they want me out of here. I can't step foot out there. Not until Tommy shows up do I even move from the chair Kaydence forced me into. With him by my side, I keep a tight grip on him and bury my face in his chest while he walks me to the truck.
“Kaydence, please just ride with us,” I beg her, not wanting her to be alone.
If Corey saw she was with me, he might do something stupid.
“I'll be okay. I'm going to drive right in front of you guys,” she insists.
While we wait for Kaydence to pull out of her parking spot, I burst into tears, feeling like I'm losing my mind. Tommy holds me close our entire drive. He's not saying it but I know he thinks I imagined it. He searched the surrounding blocks before he came into the salon and there was no sight of Corey. The more I think about it, the more I think I may be going insane and imagined it.
In the days to come, things get more and more tense between Tommy and I. I'm jumpier, I'm paranoid, and I didn't realize it until days after the event, but I won't even let Tommy touch me.
I have to stop this before I push him away.
It's been almost a week since her episode. Every day we've spent together and every day I worry she's breaking. Ever since that damn trip to California she's been different, but I have to go to work. I've taken too much time off in the last couple months. I'd rather her just tag along with me like she's been doing lately but she's convinced she'll be okay here on her own today. It's not that I don't trust her; it's just that I'd rather be spending all my time with her as opposed to alone on the ranch.
“You're positive you don't want to come with? Toss on those expensive ass boots and get 'em dirty today?” I wrap my arms around her, still in bed because I'm having a hard time pulling myself out of it this morning.
She chuckles. “You know I prefer things just for looks, not actually getting dirty. And I'm sure.” She kisses my nose. “I was hallucinating the other day,” she mutters.
I clench my jaw because we're not getting into that this morning. She scared the hell out of me when they called me to come get her. I don't know what happened, but I find it hard to believe if Corey was here that he'd just let her be.
“But I'm pretty awesome to hang out with.” I push my lips to her neck and give her ass a squeeze. I know I'm not going to talk her into going with me, but it's fun tryin' to persuade her.
“Yes,” she moans, but starts pushing me back. “You are, but we aren't going to be one of those couples. I need to do things on my own...like play with Ginnie.” She doesn't look happy having nothing to do all day, but she could easily just come to the ranch.
“I do like the thought of you hanging out with my pet goat.” I huff, pretending to be annoyed. “Oh hey, we get to bring Simon home in a couple more weeks.” I grin at her and she rolls her eyes.
“We're going to have a bunch of kids, aren't we?” Her face cracks into a smile then she giggles.
“So many,” I growl, grinning and hoppin
g out of bed. “I'm almost late. Brandt's gonna start bitching soon that he's alone out there.” I glance at the clock.
Brandt got so used to the early mornings with his dad on the ranch that now that Garrison's starting later Brandt gets lonely. Sometimes I feel like that's the only reason he hired me on.
“Grant should have been there a few hours ago. Those two can play together,” she mumbles, picking at her fingernails.
“You're pouting that I'm going to work.” I cock an eyebrow at her, stating the truth. That face and the picking at her nail polish is a dead giveaway and has been since we were younger. Some things never change.
“Who will paint my toes today?” She huffs. “I ruined my pedi the other day. And who will I sing to while making lunch? It's so freaking boring here, Tommy.” She chuckles, but it worries me because she means that. She needs to start working again. I don't want her hating this place.
“Have you thought about looking for a job?” I hate it the minute the words fall from my lips, because more than likely a job will take her away from here but I hate seeing her miserable and that's where we're headed if she doesn't find anything to do.
“I have my application out at a few places but walking away from Trenton...it just wasn't a good idea. Don't worry, I'll figure it out and then you can quit your job and let me take care of you.” She winks and I bark out a laugh.
“Sure.” I pull a shirt over my head. “I love you, Beany, but I'm seriously late.” I push my feet into my boots and glance over at her, still wrapped in my sheets and so much better looking than heading to work sounds. I curse and shake my head, walking over to her I bend down, bracing my arms on the side of her head. “Be good today.”