Sean steps back up to me, and I get a chance to run my fingers down his length once before he pulls me away from Frank.
“Hey!” Frank complains.
Sean’s picking me up, though, ignoring any protests as he carries me down the hall and into my bedroom. There, he lays me gently in the middle of the bed and climbs on top of me. Kisses cover my neck and breasts, and his fingers intertwine with mine. The muscles in his shoulders flex as he opens up my legs. My panties slip right off, leaving me fully naked.
Sean’s face dips between my thighs, and his tongue slowly runs up the length of my lower lips. I shiver under the delicate yet intense touch, tightening my grip on his hands.
Behind Sean, Frank comes into view. He’s stripped completely, and I wait for him to jump on the bed and compete for domination—but he doesn’t. In fact, he looks happy where he is. His gaze is soft as he watches Sean eat me out, and he repeatedly licks his lips.
So Frank likes to watch, I muse.
Sean’s lapping speeds up, and bliss barrels through me. I cry out, bucking up against his mouth. He looks up at me over my breasts, and the intensity in his irises makes my pleasure double.
“Sean,” I gasp.
Apparently, hearing his competitor’s name snaps Frank out of his reverie, because he climbs onto the bed, grasping his dick in his hand. His other palm swivels over my breasts, and without warning he lightly slaps one. Sean’s tongue dips inside of me, and Frank slaps my other breast. I’m drowning in a cocktail of pleasure and pain, never wanting to come up for air again.
My eyes fall on Frank’s dick, so close to me, and my mouth waters. Without any thought, I reach for it and guide it into my mouth. His smooth skin is like candy, and I hold the base of his length and greedily slurp. As I suck, his hands continue their assault on my breasts. Sean’s attention between my legs becomes too much, and I burst, crying my orgasm out on Frank’s dick.
I buck my hips against Sean’s face, but he doesn’t retreat, instead taking his time to lap me clean. Frank gasps and rocks his dick into my mouth. With each stroke he hits the back of my throat, making me gasp.
The bed creaks, and I take my mouth off Frank to get a better view of Sean, who’s nudging my legs open again.
“Hey!” Frank protests. “It’s my turn.”
I try to bite back my smile, but it’s no use. Two guys fighting over me is definitely hotter than I ever expected.
Sean’s jaw ticks. “This is what Violet wants.”
Even though that’s true, it’s just too tempting to stoke the flames of competition.
“Show off for me,” I say.
“Huh?” Frank asks, both of them looking at me in confusion.
“Let me see who can get the hardest.”
I don’t even know if that’s a fair competition, but I don’t care. This is about me, and I want to see both guys touch themselves.
Frank’s already pumping himself hard, his cheeks all puffed out as he exhales quickly. Sean takes the opposite route, slowly stroking his length. His eyes connect with mine, his throat bobbing and his irises growing large. Though I literally just came, desire pools in me again. Somehow, both men get harder, and I realize I have to make a choice.
“Frank,” I simply say.
“Yes!” He pumps his fist in the air.
Looking pissed, Sean lays down next to me. As Frank gets on his knees between my thighs, Sean hooks his finger under my chin and turns my face to his.
That sweet, familiar taste overpowers my senses. At the same time, there’s pressure against my opening, and Frank thrusts into me.
Right away, he starts pounding hard, burying himself completely in me with each stroke. Sean scoots closer, lightly massaging my shoulder and breasts. Our kisses become more feverish, and he takes me by surprise when he reaches down and gently strokes my clit.
Frank grabs my knees and pushes them forward so he can get deeper inside of me. Each thrust pushes me up the bed some. Sean’s touch is steady, though, his fingers rubbing me lightly as he attentively kisses me.
My palms ache to hold something hard and warm. I find Sean’s dick right away, and stroke it methodically as he continues to tease me.
Frank speeds up, but Sean’s touch keeps his casual rhythm. Just like with pleasure and pain, the contrast has an unexpected effect. I come hard and fast, shaking and squeezing Sean’s girth.
“Fuck,” Frank cries, his hot load shooting deep inside me. My body eagerly sucks it up, hungry for more right away.
Sean nips my bottom lip before pulling away. His gaze staying on me, he moves down the bed. He doesn’t have to tell Frank to beat it—the dark-haired man is already exhausted and collapsing next to me.
At my hips, Sean takes me my surprise and flips me right over. With a grunt, I land with my belly on the mattress and my ass in the air.
Lifting me up, Sean gets me on my hands and knees. Gripping one of my butt cheeks, he pushes into me. His balls press against my lower lips, a sign that he’s in as far as he can go.
Frank’s eyes light up, and he adjusts himself so that he’s laying sideways, his face under my chest. While Sean begins to slowly take me, Frank guides me down onto my forearms. With my rear still in the air, my breasts cover Frank’s face. He tackles them with the same ferocity he always does, sucking and twisting.
The pleasure slowly builds, Sean seeming to intuitively know just when I’m getting close. Each time an orgasm hovers in the distance, he slows his pace back down, stretching out my pleasure. It’s a painfully sweet mix of gratification and torture, and it has me clutching the comforter and whimpering.
I seal my eyes shut, giving my body over to both men. My breasts tingle and ache, the pleasure Frank’s giving them spiraling down and joining the euphoria in my belly. A tidal wave of satisfaction starts and slowly pushes through me. I’m exploding, my moans mixing with Sean’s harsh gasps. On and on it goes, the longest orgasm of my life making me cry out till my throat is hoarse.
When it’s over, Sean lets loose, pumping deep into me and spilling his seed. Frank shimmies out from under me and I collapse, so spent I can’t move.
Sean carefully pulls away from me, and I roll over onto my back. Frank rests with his back against the headboard, and Sean takes his spot on my other side. Laying with our heads even, we catch eyes. A smile pulls at my lips, and Sean mimics it.
What just happened was nothing short of amazing, and he has to see that in my eyes.
“That was awesome,” Frank comments from my other side.
I’m not looking at him, though. My eyes won’t move from Sean. His sweet, puffy lips. His long, thick lashes. I want to touch him all over and never stop.
Shit.
Jumping up from the bed, I grab a blanket from the chair in the corner and wrap it around myself. “Yeah, you both were great. I’ll be right back.”
Avoiding Sean’s eyes, which I know are on me, I scamper for the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I press my back to it and inwardly curse.
What the hell is wrong with me? This is supposed to be about sex, about making a baby. Not about me musing about how amazing Sean is and certainly not about me falling for him!
Somewhere along the line, though, I must have taken a misstep, because there are currently two guys in my bed—but there’s only one I can think about.
Chapter 17
Sean
The garage door slides open with a glorious noise.
“Here it is,” Donnie, the gray-haired, ball-cap-wearing owner of the building says.
I step into the garage, taking in the space that rings with each footstep. The spot is bare, nothing more than a small warehouse with short windows ringing the top of it, but that’s all I need. With two rolling steel doors, there’s plenty of access and enough room to put the necessary tools. The only thing missing is an office-area, but that can be built to the side.
“How old is this place?” I ask, stepping into the middle of the garage.
“Only about
ten years old,” Donnie explains. “My brother left it to me when he died. He had it running for a few years, just fixing cars. I figured I might get around to re-opening it after he went, but it’s a lot of work. The old lady already complains I got too much going on.”
He chuckles, and the sound of a ringtone fills the garage. Donnie pulls his phone from his jeans and inspects it.
“I gotta take this. Have a look around. I’ll be right back.”
He steps out of the garage, going around to the side yard. There’s nothing else to really inspect, so I just stay where I am. Assuming the price is right, I’ve just found what I’ve been looking for.
The thought of being so close to opening my shop fills me with excitement. I want to share the news, to tell someone right away.
Taking my own phone out, I pull up my mom’s number, but then stop. She’s at work…and she’s not the person I want to talk to.
Over a week has gone by since that night at Violet’s house, and she’s been on my mind each and every second. The way she gave herself over completely to me and Frank did something. Somehow, it further cemented the suspicion I already had. There’s no one else in the whole world like Violet.
Surprisingly, that night didn’t make things weird between me and Frank at all. I would never admit this shit, but it was kind of exciting to share a girl. Though I have absolutely zero desire to see Frank’s naked ass or balls, watching Violet submit to him had me going crazy. I have a suspicion he liked it as well.
If anything, sharing Violet has made us both more eager to win the bet. I’ve been sitting on pins and needles, waiting to hear if she’s pregnant—and also just waiting to hear from her.
But neither of those things has happened. The few texts I’ve sent have gotten ‘sorry, busy’ responses. Judging by the overtime hours Frank’s been working and his daily visits to the gym, he also hasn’t been seeing Violet. But is she avoiding us? That’s what I really want to know.
Forgoing my mom’s number, I call Violet’s instead.
“Hi,” she answers in a pleasant voice.
So far, so good.
“How are you?”
There’s the sound of a door closing. “Good. How are you?”
“Great. I might have just found the garage to put my repair shop in.”
“Sean, that’s great!”
“Yeah.” I smile to myself. “Hey, what are you doing tonight? I was thinking maybe I could take you out to dinner. You know, to celebrate.”
It’s a bad cover, but fuck. I’m only so creative.
Silence. Too much silence.
My mind races. I’ve said the wrong thing. Violet’s gonna know that I want more than sex from her…maybe even more than friendship.
Shit, shit, shit.
“That sounds nice,” she finally says. “But I’m really busy.”
“Oh. Right. Of course.” The words leave a sour taste on my tongue.
“Also, I’ve been tracking my cycle these past few months, and this is my most infertile time. It probably wouldn’t take right now.”
Her words are a knife right in the center of my chest. I suck in a breath, willing the pain to go away. It doesn’t.
I open my mouth, thinking about telling her I just wanted to spend some time together, but then close it. That would be a dumb move. We have an agreement, and it’s not up to me to break it.
“Right,” I say, staccato-like. “That’s cool. Well, I’m going to Kahuku next week, and I’ll be gone for a few weeks.”
“Oh.” She sounds disappointed, but maybe I’m imagining it. “Have a good trip. I guess I’ll see you when you get back.”
My ears buzz. This phone call needs to end. Now.
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay,” Violet says. “Have a good—”
I hang up before she can finish and cover my eyes with my palm. What the fuck was I thinking, calling her up and asking to hang out? I should have known I’d get shot down.
This is all wrong. I’m not supposed to be into Violet in this way…A way that I’ve never been into any woman. Without warning, her popping back up in my life has me rethinking everything. The house in the country. The life of one-night stands. The years spent without children, without a wife by my side.
It doesn’t matter that she’s the only person I can see myself spending the rest of my life with. I can’t have her. She’s made that perfectly clear.
With nausea rising, I put my phone away and face the truth. Once Violet gets a positive pregnancy test, things will go back to the way they’ve been the last eleven years. What I want doesn’t matter one bit.
“Sorry about that.” Donnie’s voice makes me jump.
“That’s all right,” I answer, my voice thick and weird.
“Well, what do you think?”
I give the building another good look.
This is what my life’s about. This shop. My goals. I can’t get caught up in wishing things were different. I can’t get caught up in her.
“I like it,” I say. “Let’s talk money.”
Chapter 18
Violet
I worry my thumb over the gallery keys as the painters haul in their ladders and cans of pure white. Each step they take makes me wince.
“This is going to look so good,” Kaila says.
I just nod. The collection has all been moved into the back rooms in preparation for the painting job, but for some reason I can’t stop freaking out. I have this weird fear a ladder will fall and shatter a window, or a light fixture will break, or anything else that can go wrong will go wrong.
“Let’s get coffee,” I announce, only because I can’t handle watching the tenuous scene.
Kaila looks worried. “Don’t we need to be here to watch them?”
“We’ll watch from across the street.”
It’s a beautiful day—as good as they get—so after we order our iced lattes, we grab one of the few little tables in front of the coffee shop. Sure enough, we can see the painters through the gallery’s windows. The sun’s glint prohibits making out specific details, but at least we can tell nothing too disastrous is happening.
“Hey, have you heard from Sean or Frank?” Kaila winds a strand of hair around her finger and bites down on her lip in excitement.
Though I’d expected her to be less than keen to hear any details about my threesome with the guys, as it turned out, Kaila loved the whole story. Though it’s been four weeks since it happened, she’s still asking me random questions about it.
“No,” I tartly answer, shaking my plastic cup so the ice clinks around. “But if I’m not pregnant by now, I have to start considering that something might be wrong with me.”
“Or them. They could have really low sperm counts.” Kaila hunches her shoulders and looks around to see if anyone heard such a scandalous statement.
I shrug. “I’ll try again, I guess.”
Even though I don’t like that idea at all. Trying again means putting myself in the same fragile position I was before. Though I did everything I could to ensure I didn’t fall for Sean, it happened anyway. Some old habits really do die hard.
“Frank’s been called back into service,” I say, my eyes on the front entrance of the gallery. “So he’s out.”
“Oh. Well, you can still use Sean.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I give Kaila a serious look, no words necessary. She already knows all about how hooking up with Sean messed with both my head and heart. I want a baby, but not if I have to lose my sanity in order to get one.
“Hm.” Kaila picks at her cup’s lid, looking glum.
My cellphone rings, and I dig it out of my purse. Mom.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hi, Violet. Are you at work?”
“Yeah, but the gallery is being repainted. What’s up?”
“There is this dinner tonight at Jeanette’s house. Do you remember her? She works the front desk at the office.”
“Her nephew, Kyle, will be there. You don’t know him, but he’s in law school.”
“Ah.”
Usually, I’d get pissed at my mom for trying to set me up, but today I feel different. I had thought some space from Frank and Sean—especially Sean—was what I needed. But taking it has left me feeling empty. Like it or not, maybe I really do want a man in my life.
“Have you met him?” I ask.
“Uh-huh, and he’s so polite!” Mom sings. “He’s blond. You like blond guys, don’t you?”
I actually have a thing for redheads, but I don’t want to think about that.
“Depends on the guy, but sure,” I agree.
Kaila puts her phone down, eyeing me.
“Good. Come over about six and we can drive there together. He’ll be so happy to meet you.”
“Okay. See you then.”
As soon as I hang up, reality smacks me in the face. What am I doing?
Suppose I do go to this dinner and I hit it off with this guy. We start dating, and then what? If I turn out to be pregnant, what will that mean for our relationship?
But if I’m not…
My head spins.
“What did you mom want?” Kaila asks.
“She wants to set me up with a guy.” I gulp. “But I need to cancel it.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. Of course. What if I’m pregnant? I can’t date. What if I find a guy I like? Do you really think he’ll stay around if I’m carrying a baby that isn’t his?”
“The right guy will,” Kaila flatly says. “If it’s love, then things will work out.”
I look down at my hands, knowing she’s right.
But I still think I’m going to face my mother’s wrath and cancel.
“How was Mr. Mochi’s obedience class?” I ask, needing to change the subject.
Kaila gives me a look that says we’ll be returning to the dating conversation soon. I’m not getting off that easy.
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