The Stagers

  “Lyle, I need you to push that finger inside me, now. It will make me come.” Her breath was without rhythm as he slid it in her. With each move of Van’s cock in his ass, his cock moved in her pussy. Now she could feel his finger against her, too. “Oh, God, that’s what I needed,” she told the men.

  “Farrin, pinch your nipples. I’m going to come soon, push us over the edge.” She did as Van asked, bracing her weight with one hand and pinching her own nipple with her other. “That’s it, that’s the visual I needed.” Van’s hands tightened on Lyle’s hips, holding him tight to Farrin while he came. One last tweak and her pussy throbbed with her release. Lyle felt her pulsing and came, too. They all stayed where they were for a moment before Van finally moved from Lyle. He pulled from Farrin and grabbed her around the waist before she lost her balance.

  “Well, that’s a good start for the afternoon,” Van said. “I think it’s time we got some real nourishment. How about a break for lunch?”

  “If we must,” Lyle teased, turning to Van and tugging off his used protection. He let his hand pump Van’s cock a few times before he disappeared down in the cabin. He returned with a damp cloth and cleaned Farrin’s body, top to bottom. Then he wiped at Van’s cock, watching it bob back to life.

  “Food first,” he reiterated. Farrin grabbed her shirt and drew it across her shoulders. “Hell, that’s sexier than being naked.”

  “You wanted food, now I’ll tease you without mercy until you do me again.”

  “I’ll take my punishment.” He laughed and went below, handing up food and drink to her and Lyle.

  She had never felt so relaxed in her life.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The respite from lunch drew long, and Van’s cock stirred with his thoughts of licking Farrin. He decided they had only a short time before he’d have to head the boat home. Farrin lay sunning herself on the back deck, her shirt covering her breasts. Van moved between her legs and began to tease her pussy. She let her legs fall wide to the side, giving him full access.

  He began slow, just a casual lick. But as he continued, she began to moisten for him, her hips jutting upward. He slid one finger in her pussy, then a second. “Lyle, suck her tits, and then let her suck you.” He moved beside her and peeled the cloth from her chest, using his hands and mouth to savor her breasts.

  “Guys, this is amazing,” she told them, her hand reaching to Van’s head, holding him lightly to her pussy. “Lyle, let me suck you,” she said, reaching to his cock and directing it to her lips. “Van, another finger, please.” He answered her request, slipping a third finger in her.

  Watching her suck Lyle made his erection fuller, and he shifted his lower body so he could use the towel he lay on to rub his cock. He released her body, replacing his fingers with his cock. She groaned with approval and began the slow push-pull that would make them come. With only a slight change in position, he was able to reach Lyle’s cock. Van took one cursory glance around to make sure other boaters hadn’t joined them, not wanting an audience, but wanting the taste and texture of Lyle’s dick down his throat as he fucked her. “Lyle, come to me,” he said, knowing Lyle wouldn’t question him. Turning slightly, he was able to swallow Lyle’s hairless cock. Van’s cock would surge inside her each time he swallowed Lyle’s erection, her muscles grasping his inward push. Van didn’t know how long they stayed that way, only Farrin had been right. Both their cocks felt different.

  “Farrin, you never cease to amaze me. Lyle, your cock is longer, I’d swear.”

  “Yours felt bigger in my mouth, too. I’m afraid we’re gonna have to keep shaved, at least until the winter comes.”

  “Worry about that later, guys. I’m so close to coming,” Farrin said, her voice a mere squeaking sound.

  “Don’t want to disappoint the lady,” Lyle added. He pulled from Van’s lips and reached to her breasts, suckling as Van fucked her. He used his own hand to tug his cock, spilling his cum on her belly. She came with a loud sigh, relaxing onto the boat deck. Van pulled from her body, tore off the condom, and let his load spray her belly, too.

  “What a sight,” she said, “my two men servicing me with their bare cocks and lips. What more could a girl ask for?”

  “A nice, long afternoon nap.” Lyle lay back on the boat deck, absorbing sun onto his naked body.

  “That will have to wait. We should head back before the sun sets.” Van groaned as he moved from his reclining position and located his trunks. He pulled them into place before standing.

  Reluctantly, Lyle found his suit and pulled it up to cover his butt. He guided the anchor line up while Farrin disappeared in the cabin. They were underway when she returned, her bikini and sheer cover up in place, three cups of steaming coffee on the small tray she held.

  “That smells wonderful,” Lyle accepted one of the mugs. She handed a second to Van who winked at her, took a tentative sip, and put the mug in the designated holder. He watched her carefully move forward, coming to rest, leaning on the front railing, giving him a view of her rounded buttocks, covered only with a small slip of white material.

  “Quite a view,” Lyle moved to stand beside him.

  “No arguments there.” He slowed the boat when they came into a populated area, sipping the coffee as he wove his way through the boating traffic. “I’m still wondering how we got so lucky?”

  “Don’t question it too much. It might all unwind.”

  “No, I don’t think so. I think I should give thanks for finding her. Now we need to make sure we keep her happy.”

  * * * *

  Van sat as patiently as he could, waiting for their turn to land. In the past, traveling never bothered him. That was because he wasn’t leaving anything behind. He found these last trips annoying and time consuming. When Farrin was beside him, he felt centered. It was inevitable he’d fall in love again. He hadn’t pictured it would be a woman like her. His first choice hadn’t been logical. They’d been chemical. He fell in lust easily, he admitted. But in the last years, he’d fallen out just as quickly. This wasn’t happening now. Instead, he couldn’t wait to get home to her.

  He regarded her as a gift, one he never thought he’d be able to keep. It was just past her one-year anniversary of relocating to Miami and working with Lyle, which in turn led her to him. It bothered him that he cared about their future together. His long term was usually a few months. A year with the same woman was unheard of. The part that bothered him most was the pangs of jealousy he felt watching other men acknowledge her. While in his presence, she never regarded other men, unless it was business, and then she was competent and polite. He felt as if he were waiting for the other shoe to fall.

  Lyle had been different lately, too. He was staying close to home more than usual. He’d given up all his extracurricular activities, focusing his attention on Farrin. Van knew the bond they shared wouldn’t be broken by an outsider. Lyle never dated beyond the three of them any longer. Patting the small box in his jacket pocket as reassurance, he felt instant relief hearing it was their turn to land.

  He traveled light, not waiting for luggage. As he headed toward the taxi stands, he caught sight of Farrin waiting. She looked amazing, trim, tanned, and natural. But she was anxious, wringing her hands until she recognized him. Waving enthusiastically, he felt an instant rush of relief. She rushed toward him, capturing him in a hug. Her words were a jumble of whispers he couldn’t keep up with, only that she missed him kept repeating.

  “I’m so glad you’re home,” she wrapped her arm around his waist as they headed toward the parking lot. “I know you said you’d take a taxi, but I was bored…and horny.”

  “Horny enough to make an airport run?” he teased. She lost her step, and his arm around her shoulder steadied her. “Are you okay?” He felt her body shudder against his and directed her toward her truck, a few rows away. When they reached it, he gently pushed her against the side, dropping his carry on, and kissing her full out, hard and fast with nothing held back. Farrin answe
red his kiss and pushed for more, her hands roaming his back and sides. “You really are horny, or want something…” he half heartedly teased, pulling back to watch her.

  The change in her demeanor was apparent. She’d shut down, her gaze at him a glare more than a look. “What? I was teasing. What’s going on?” He braced his hands on the truck, encircling her to his chest.

  “Are you still so cynical that a simple airport pickup panics you? I thought we were beyond playing games.” She let out a sigh. “Next time, I’ll let you take the lousy taxi.” She pushed past his arm and unlocked her truck, leaning in to start the ignition and turn on the air conditioning. He could hear her muttering from the other side of the vehicle about doing a good deed and getting lip about it. About being past all the bullshit rules and how she could have been home, lying poolside. It was several minutes before she finally took her seat behind the steering wheel. She glanced across the front seat to him. “Are you coming?”

  “Am I still welcome?” He tossed his carry on into the back of the extended cab and took the passenger’s seat. “What more do you want? At least I’m letting you drive.”

  “Letting me drive my own truck. You are a strange man, Van Hildrith.”

  “Why not tell me what’s really going on, Farrin?” He noted she didn’t talk to him or even glance his way until she was away from the airport traffic and on the main road heading home.

  “There’s nothing going on. I simply thought it would be a nice gesture to be waiting for you after a long trip. No alterative motive, just a kind gesture. Believe me, I won’t make that mistake again.”

  “Don’t get cranky, I just figured…”

  “That I had an alterative motive?”

  “I suppose so. I’m sorry I overreacted.” He hated that he put her on the defensive for doing something nice. That was the point, usually alterative motives came with gestures of kindness. Then he reminded himself who he was dealing with.

  “Look, I’m used to people wanting something from me.”

  “I did, too. I wanted your affection and attention. But you can forget that. My mood has changed.” They drove in silence until she reached his home.

  “Are you coming in?”

  “No, I think I’ll head home. Tomorrow will be busy at work. With Lyle still away, I need to be at my best.”

  “Farrin, going home is punishing yourself and me. I’m sorry I overreacted. Please come in.” He watched her face go through several emotions before she turned to look at him.

  “Not today. You’re probably tired. I’ll see you at the new condo site, Tuesday. We can figure out what needs to be done.”

  “But…”

  “No buts. I’m just in the mood to be alone now. I’ll be at the shop tomorrow if you need anything.”

  “Why not open the door and push me out?” he said, loud enough for her to hear as he opened the truck door.

  “I’m not sure what happened while you were away, but I don’t deserve that kind of attitude. I’ll see you Tuesday.”

  He stood in his driveway and watched her cautiously pull out onto the road. He stood longer wondering what had happened. She was right, a simple kindness and he overreacted. He’d tried to joke his way out of it, but she’d caught his initial attitude.

  Inside, he was revived by the cooled air. Dropping his case inside the bedroom door, he stripped on his way to the pool, pausing to grab a cold beer. He drank half the liquid in one long pull and put it on the table. Diving under the water, he swam laps to calm himself.

  When exhaustion took over, he laid on one of the lounges, ignoring the warm beer. “What an ass I am,” he decided, talking aloud to himself. The words fell into place in his mind, and he accepted his attitude was tied to the rings he bought while away.

  No one knew about them, so he didn’t have to give them to Lyle or Farrin. Instead, he decided to put them away until he was sure the commitment they represented was his heart’s desire. He thought to call Farrin and didn’t. He didn’t answer when Lyle called from Atlanta.

  By the next morning, he felt terrible in too many ways to count. Worst of all, he missed Farrin and Lyle. He was short with his workmen and avoided Lyle’s shop. Tuesday morning, she greeted him at the new staging site as if nothing had happened. He thought to bring up his cynicism but decided to let it go.

  In the following weeks, nothing seemed out of sorts but him. Even Lyle had dropped several comments about the stick up his ass and his poor attitude. The house in the Florida Keys was coming along albeit with several questioning stares from the work crew about the layout. Farrin was on top of the bills, paying them on time without question.

  It was all so normal, it was abnormal. The only thing different was their sex lives, or their non-existent sex lives. After picking him up at the airport, he hadn’t suggested any meetings with Lyle or Farrin. Both had offered their services in different ways, and he’d turned them both down. He knew through Lyle that the two of them hadn’t continued without him.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The condo was almost ready. Farrin straightened the sofa to line up with the carpet edge. “We’re just about done here. Should we wait for Van or head out?” She gathered her tote bag and gave the place one last look.

  “He’ll show up when he wants. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him lately. Ever since his last trip, well, you know.”

  “I know none of us is getting laid, and I don’t know why. Lyle, what was such a big deal about picking him up?”

  “Some people think there are steps in a relationship. An airport run is a big one.”

  “Well, why didn’t you tell me that when I mentioned I planned to do it?” She let the bag drop from her shoulder to the floor. Leaning on the kitchen counter that separated them, she looked at Lyle, waiting for an answer.

  “I don’t know for sure, Farrin. He won’t talk to me about it, either. I don’t know. Maybe he’s tired of both of us.”

  “I wish he’d be adult enough to tell us. To let us move on if he doesn’t want to be with us. Hell, even we haven’t slept together in the last weeks.”

  “Because it would feel like cheating?” Lyle asked.

  “It’s more my enthusiasm for sex is gone.”

  “Does that have anything to do with the pressure you’re getting from your mother to move home?”

  “Probably, but I see her motives clearly. Being away from them for a year has given me perspective. They’re all caught in the same web and can’t move on. I did move on, and that annoys them. I don’t think they expected me to prosper on my own. They just don’t like it.”

  “Tell me this, if Van ends his personal relationship with us, does that end our personal relationship?”

  “Damn, I hope not. I still want you in my life, in all aspects. But,” she hesitated and ran her hand through the top of her hair, “I don’t think I’m up for another man. With Van, it was natural. I don’t see that happening again. Can you be happy with just me?”

  “Absolutely, I can.” Lyle smiled. “We’ll get back to being ourselves. We just have to find a new normal.”

  “I’m so glad I didn’t let either of you put money in the house in the Florida Keys. Could you imagine if Van had a vested interest in the house? I’d have to sell it.”

  “So that’s why you wouldn’t let us contribute.”

  “You contributed. Your expertise is all over the place. I just didn’t let you pay for it. His is, too. The house is structurally sound thanks to him. And I did use both your builder discounts along the way.”

  “Come on, I’ll buy you a beer.” They both closed up the apartment and headed out. They had a quiet supper and headed home, alone. The next morning, they were due in the Keys for inspections on the house.

  * * * *

  Van was there with the inspector when she arrived, Lyle a few minutes behind her. He signed off on the permit without much fanfare. As he left, the three of them were standing in the new kitchen.

  “Kind of a let down, don’t y
ou think? I was prepared for all his questions on the upstairs, and got none.” Farrin ran her hand along the newly installed marble counter.

  “More of a relief,” Lyle said. “I’m glad that process is over. Now we just need to finish decorating, and we can enjoy the fruits of our labor.”

  Farrin cleared her throat, garnering their attention. “Van, are Lyle and I going to appreciate this home by ourselves? Are you walking away, or are you going to tell us what your problem has been these last weeks?”

  He stood still, glancing at the new structure around them. When he leaned on the counter, she braced herself for the words she didn’t want to hear. He would leave her.

  “I know I’ve been…moody the last weeks. I can only say I had to work through some things on my own.”

  “Such as?” Lyle inquired. “We’ve been together for years, and you’ve never taken a mental break like this.”

  “I know. I took a break from both of you, us. Ah, hell,” He paced the empty living/dining room area while she and Lyle waited for him to continue. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant. But I couldn’t accept we were going to last, that I’d let myself fall in love again. I don’t have a great history of picking women. They implode after a few months, and I move on. With you two, it didn’t. I kept waiting, and it never happened. We just got better together.”

  “That’s what this has all been about, that you like our relationship?” Farrin was confused. “Men, I’ll never understand your species!”

  “Neither will I,” Lyle seconded.

  Van started to laugh and met them back at the counter. “The truth is,” he pulled a small velvet box from his pant pocket, turning it over in his hand, “I had these made on my last trip. I just didn’t have the balls to make the commitment.”

  “So treating us like lint was a test?”

  “I didn’t mean to test you, but in the end, I suppose I was. Now I realize I was just wasting time and energy. I don’t want to lose this relationship we’ve carved out. And neither of you has any idea how hard those words are to say.”