by B. B. Hamel
“Any bites today?” Ryan calls out as we get closer.
Wyatt looks back and shrugs. “Some,” he says.
“Nothing good,” Caleb adds.
“Can’t always be winners,” Ryan says.
We file onto the sandy beach next to them and I stand on a pair of rocks, looking out at the water. James clears his throat and nods at me, trying to be encouraging.
“Listen, guys,” I say finally, “I told London about our little game.”
Neither of them react. I catch a glance from Caleb to Wyatt, but other than that, they look impassive as always.
“I just, you all seem to like her,” I say quickly. “I mean, I wasn’t sure if I liked her, and then I kissed her—”
“You kissed her?” Ryan asks, laughing. “You conveniently left that out.”
“Of course he kissed her,” James says. “Henry can’t let us have anything without him getting a piece.”
“I thought you didn’t want to play?” Ryan asks.
Caleb clears his throat. “Did you like it?” he asks me.
I nod slowly. “Yeah. I didn’t expect to… but I did.”
He smiles a little. “We like her, too,” he says.
“We do,” Wyatt agrees.
“It’s better that she knows. If we want to keep her around, anyway,” Caleb says.
I let out a breath. “You guys sure?”
“We’re sure,” Wyatt says. “Just don’t do something like that again.”
“Yeah,” Ryan says. “Come to us first.”
The twins glance at him then burst out laughing. I can’t help but grin along with them, feeling so fucking relieved.
I felt like a snake, telling London that behind their backs. It’s such a relief that they don’t seem upset by it, although I can’t really tell how she felt if I’m totally honest with myself.
“What, are we serious about this girl?” James asks. “I know the twins are. But what about you?” He looks at Ryan.
Ryan shrugs. “I don’t know,” he admits. “I like what I’ve seen. She’s definitely the most interesting thing to happen to us in a while.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Can’t deny that.”
“We’re all feeling a little restless,” James says. “But is that a reason to get involved with London? She’s leaving at the end of the summer.”
I frown a bit and cross my arms. “I don’t think it’s just boredom,” I say.
“It’s not for us,” Wyatt adds.
“But the issue of her leaving,” James presses.
“Do we have to think about that?” Ryan asks softly.
We all look at him and we’re silent for a minute. The only sounds are the wind in the trees, the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore.
“Probably not,” James says finally. “But this feels different.”
I agree with him there. This thing with London definitely feels different. I’ve never seen the twins so excited about someone before, let alone Ryan getting in on the action so quickly. I’ve been the most reserved so far of the group, and even I’ve kissed her. James is the only one that hasn’t tasted her touch yet, but I know he’s going to soon.
“We’re going to do this?” I ask.
“Yes,” Caleb and Wyatt both say at the same time.
“Yeah,” Ryan says.
James just nods and grins. “Look at us. A bunch of fucking love-stricken pussies.”
I laugh at him. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I don’t know about love.”
“Sure, you do.” His grin is huge. “Have we ever actually talked about something like this before? I mean sure, we’ve fucked the same girl, made it a competition, but we’ve never actually… liked her.”
“Let alone talked about liking her,” Ryan adds.
“You’re right,” I say. “I guess this is very different.”
Caleb rolls his eyes. “Can you guys shut the fuck up now?” he says.
“You’re scaring the fucking fish,” Wyatt adds.
We laugh and start back toward the office. The twins go back to fishing, and everyone seems like they’re in a good mood.
Except I still have these worries in the back of my mind. London’s leaving soon, and we barely know her, and it’s all moving so fast… and I want another taste of her.
That’s what scares me the most. I want another taste. I need another taste, actually, and badly. I had no clue I felt this way, but I do. It’s not just the other guys wanting her, it’s that kiss still lingering on my lips.
I have to get more. And I know exactly how to do it.
9
London
A couple days after I kissed Henry and he told me about their competition, I get a text from a number I don’t recognize.
“How do you feel about fishing?”
I stare at it for a second, before answering. “I don’t feel anything,” I say. “Who’s this?”
“Ryan,” he sends back. “Henry and I want to take you out on the lake.”
I bite my lip and stare at my phone for a second. I’ve been obsessing about the guys ever since Henry showed up at my house. Part of me thought maybe we were finished and they weren’t interested anymore now that Henry told me the truth, but I guess I was wrong.
Which is good, because I’m definitely not done with them.
I don’t care if they had some stupid competition. They’re a bunch of guys, they probably joke around about that stupid stuff all the time. Truth is, I just want to have fun this summer, and if they want to turn it into some macho exercise, they can go for it.
Meanwhile, I’ll let them spoil me, and enjoy myself.
“Only if you don’t make me touch any actual fish,” I send to him.
“Didn’t know you were a girly girl.”
“I’m not,” I type back, smiling. “I just hate the way fish feel.”
“Okay, deal,” he says. “We’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”
I spend the rest of the day with a smile on my face, excited out of my mind, barely able to contain myself. Work goes by fast, I get my paycheck, and I head home. I have dinner with my parents, watch a movie, and fall asleep early.
And in the morning, a truck pulls up out front at exactly eight.
“See you later, guys,” I call out as I head to the door.
“Hold on,” Dad says. “Where are you going so early?”
“Just out with some friends.” I smile at him, innocent and sweet.
He frowns. “Well, that’s good. Can I ask who?”
“Nope,” I say, go kiss him on the cheek and head out with a wave. He sighs and smiles as I shut the door.
Henry and Ryan both grin at me as I get into the back of the truck.
“Morning, boys,” I say.
Ryan laughs and starts driving. Henry hands me a to-go cup. “Coffee,” he says.
I take the cup gratefully. “Thanks,” I say.
He grins at me again and turns back ahead. I sip the coffee slowly. It’s a little hot, but it’s good and I can already feel myself starting to wake up.
We head through the main part of town, angling over toward their workshop. “Where are we going, anyway?” I ask after a few minutes.
“This little spot the twins go to,” Henry says. “Except we’re taking a boat out.”
“Boat?” I raise an eyebrow. “Nobody mentioned a boat.”
“Huh,” Henry says, looking surprised. “Ryan, did we mention a boat?”
“I don’t think we explicitly mentioned a boat, no,” he says. “But I thought the boat was implicit.”
“Implicit?” I laugh a little. “How is a boat ever implied?”
He shrugs. “Boats are big. Always implied.”
“That’s not how that works”
“That’s my understanding,” Henry says, nodding seriously. “Big things are always just implied.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “You guys are going to team up on me all day, aren’t you?”
Henry turns around to
meet my gaze. “Yes, yes, we are.”
I laugh and sip my coffee again as he turns around. I catch a little smile from Ryan as he turns and starts heading up into the hills.
It’s another ten-minute drive until we reach the lake nestled in the hills behind their workshop. It’s in a little valley, and it’s probably man-made, but I can’t be sure. I don’t see any feeder streams but I’m not exactly walking around it, and besides, I don’t really know how lakes are formed anyway. Probably something about glaciers and all that.
“Here we are,” Ryan says, parking his truck in a little gravel clearing. “Best spot in town.”
“I’m sure a lot of people would argue with that,” I say climbing out.
Henry laughs. “People really do take fishing seriously around here, don’t they?”
I groan and nod. “It’s so absurd. I mean, you’re outsmarting a fish. You shouldn’t be so proud of that.”
“Good point. We should make this harder for us, shouldn’t we?”
Ryan nods as he reaches into the truck bed and grabs a tackle box and three rods. “Maybe we should use bows and arrows?”
“Perfect,” I say. “I’m really good at arrow fishing.”
“I bet you are,” Henry says and we all laugh as we head down toward the water.
We walk for a few minutes until we come around a bend. Up ahead, in a break in the trees, is a little dock jutting out onto the water. Tied up is a boat, bigger than I thought it would be.
“This is actually nice,” I say as we climb aboard. “I thought we’d have to row.”
“We?” Henry asks and laughs. “You mean, Ryan and I would have to row.”
“Yeah, exactly,” I say, grinning.
“Fortunately the water’s pretty damn deep out here,” Ryan says. “No need for all that.”
That boat’s relatively stable and big enough to fit the three of us plus our tackle comfortably. We could have probably fit another person or two in here if we wanted. The boat slowly pulls out, with Ryan at the wheel. Henry unties the ropes, kicks it off, and hops in just as we start away from the dock.
I lean back in my seat and enjoy the leisurely ride toward the middle of the lake. The sun’s starting to come up, but it’s not too hot yet. It’s a nice morning and although I’m not exactly a fisherwoman, I feel really good, sitting on this boat with these two guys.
Ryan stops not far out and Henry sets everyone up. He hands me a rod and I head over to the side, casting off a few feet. The guys take up their spots, casting out, and the waiting begins.
It takes me a whole two minutes before I start to get bored.
“Do you guys do this often?” I ask.
“Shh, you’ll scare the fish,” Ryan says.
“I think your ugly mug is doing that already,” Henry says, before looking at me. “Nah, we rarely do this. The twins come out most days, but we normally don’t.”
“Do they catch anything?”
“Sometimes,” he says. “But mostly nothing.”
“So this is going to be really exciting then?”
“Really exciting,” he says, grinning.
I sigh but I can’t stop smiling. Ryan and Henry start joking around with each other about who’s going to catch the biggest fish and I sit back, letting them argue as I lazily toss my line out and reel it in over and over, not really paying much attention at all.
We spend an hour like that, chatting, joking, and mostly just getting to know each other while we intermittently toss a line out. Nobody catches anything, although Henry swears he gets a couple nibbles. I think he just got snagged on the bottom, but I don’t say anything about that.
After a while, we all just sort of stop casting out and end up lounging on the back seats of the boat, the sun shining down. Ryan opens a little cooler built into the side and pulls out three beers. We crack them open and drink, and the cold beer tastes amazing under the sun.
I smile as I lean up against Ryan. He puts an arm around me and I put my feet up on Henry. He laughs and sips his beer, leaning back and looking out over the water.
“Peaceful,” I say.
“Yeah,” Henry agrees. “I get why people do this.”
“Nobody out here today though,” Ryan notes. “I thought we’d have more company.”
“We don’t need more company,” I say, grinning at him. I tip my chin back toward him, and before I’m thinking about it, he’s kissing me.
I lean into the kiss. It happens so spontaneously and naturally and it feels so fucking good. I don’t even think about Henry down there watching until I feel him move closer to me.
He gently pulls me back from Ryan, over toward him. He kisses me next, pulling me against him. Ryan stays near me, and I can feel his hands on my body, on my hips, moving up to my breasts.
I turn back away from Henry and kiss Ryan over my shoulder. Henry’s hands take over for Ryan as he slowly lifts the hem of my shirt. I feel him teasing my breasts before slowly moving back down my hips, toward my jean shorts.
Henry undoes the button to my shorts and tugs them lightly over my hips. I gasp as I feel his fingers against my wet panties, pressing against my clit.
Ryan kisses my neck and ear from behind and I groan slightly. I catch Henry’s eye and he smirks at me. Ryan pulls my shirt up over my breasts and I can see the passion in Henry’s eyes as he looks at my body. It excites me even more as he presses his fingers harder against my clit.
I groan and look over my shoulder at Ryan. “This is why you two brought me out here,” I say.
“Yes, it is,” Ryan admits. “Are you complaining?”
“Maybe,” I gasp as Henry pushes aside my panties and starts to tease my wet pussy. “Someone might see us.”
“So what?” Henry says, pressing his fingers inside of me, kissing my chest.
I groan and I don’t argue. I know he’s right. I don’t care if someone spots us right now. Besides, we’re far enough from shore that nobody could see what we’re doing, or at least not know exactly what’s going on.
Henry drops to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs wide. He starts to tongue my pussy, kneeling down, the boat slowly rocking back and forth. Ryan kisses me and I feel him slowly unbuckle his belt and slide down his jeans.
I turn, propping myself on one elbow, and slide his cock from his briefs. He’s big, nice and thick, and I slowly stroke him as he grunts his pleasure. I turn around on the bench, getting onto my knees, and Henry follows me, getting behind as I take Ryan in my mouth.
I take his cock deep into my throat and I feel Henry’s tongue sliding in between my pussy from behind. I groan and moan as I suck Ryan’s cock, gagging slightly as he presses my head down deep, pushing his cock into my throat.
I suck him faster, gagging and slopping and not caring at all. The pleasure from Henry’s tongue drives me wild inside, makes me want to go faster and harder. I love the taste of his cock in my tongue, the feeling of him pressing down my throat, gagging me, taking me right here on the open water. Henry’s tongue slides up along my pussy, pushing inside, teasing my clit, licking every inch of me from behind. He squeezes my hips and slaps my ass and it feels so fucking good I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, man,” Ryan groans. “You have to feel this. She can suck cock like it’s her fucking job.”
“I bet she can,” Henry answers. “Look at those fucking lips. I can hear her gagging and swallowing you up.”
“It’s fucking bliss.” Ryan presses me down and I feel Henry’s fingers push inside my pussy, making me moan as Ryan’s cock slide deep into my throat.
I pull back, taking a breath, and Ryan pushes me over to Henry. I’m seated now as Ryan drops between my legs and Henry stands, taking off his pants. His cock is longer than Ryan’s, though slightly less thick. He puts one knee on the back of the bench and the other foot on the seat, and I take his cock with both hands, stroking him before taking him into my mouth.
The boat wobbles but we don’t stop. Ryan sucks and licks my pussy
, lapping me up and driving me crazy inside, and I suck Henry’s cock hard and fast. I drive him into my throat, gagging and throbbing and needing him, tasting every inch and drop as he grunts his pleasure. I suck him faster and faster, groaning as Ryan’s fingers start to fuck my slick pussy, his tongue lapping and sucking at my clit.
Pleasure blooms through me and I know I’m so fucking close. It’s the cock in my mouth, the man between my legs, the open water all around us. I can’t help myself as I press Ryan’s mouth harder against my pussy.
I come hard, pulling back from Henry. I groan as Ryan pushes me over the edge, getting me off, pure bliss moving through my whole body. Henry leans next to me, kissing my chest and neck as I come through it.
Slowly I finish and lean back, breathing deep, grinning a stupid grin. Henry sits next to me and kisses me softly before Ryan sits on my other side and kisses me next. I can taste myself on both their lips, but I don’t mind it, not at all.
I slide forward off the bench. Both guys are still hard as I turn to face them, a smile on my lips.
I take Ryan in my mouth first, my other hand on Henry. I stroke him while I suck Ryan, bobbing up and down, sucking hard and fast. Ryan moans and presses me deep as I keep a grip on Henry, stroking fast along with Ryan.
I switch between the guys, taking Henry next, sucking him hard, going back and forth. I’m ravenous, starving for them so badly. Henry pushes me deep and groans. “Fuck, I’m going to come in this pretty mouth.”
“Swallow every fucking drop,” Ryan says. “You hear me? Swallow his fucking cum.”
I suck Henry faster, using both my hands on him. He comes hard in my mouth and I do as Ryan commanded. I swallow his cum, loving the taste and the way Henry groans through the orgasm.
When I’m done, I turn to Ryan. “Good girl,” he says to me, and pulls me over. “Now it’s my turn.”
I suck him hard next, and he comes not long later. I swallow every drop of him too, and when I’m finished, my boys are relaxing with big, goofy smiles on their faces.