“And polite.” Jeremy winked. “Don’t forget unnaturally polite.”
“It is what it is,” Peter said indifferently. “You get used to it.”
“Kind of,” Noah argued. “Until you forget you’re in uniform, and all of a sudden you’re wondering why people are looking at you like you’re Rocky Balboa come for a reckoning.”
In any case, by the time we got to the comedy show, we were sufficiently fed and changed. We melted seamlessly into the crowd as we choose our seats, two rows from the front.
The comedian was hilarious. His topics and rants were as far-ranging as millennials, high-waisted shorts, Taco Bell, and Socrates. And then near the end, his gaze found us.
“Ok, ok, you four two rows back, can everyone just see what I’m talking about here?”
Just like that, all bodies in the room twisted to stare at us.
Al pointed to me with a raised finger on one hand, then to Jeremy, Peter, and Noah with three of his fingers on his other hand. Then he melded the fingers together, the audience erupting in laughter, his meaning unmistakable.
“You three all her boyfriends or something?”
Jeremy’s response was immediate. As his arm slid around me and he asked, “So what if we are?”
More laughter, then Al moved on. The rest of the show, I couldn’t concentrate though.
His words kept echoing in me – ‘You three all her boyfriends or something’ – ending with a little spurt of joy with how Jeremy had reacted, and in a broader sense, with the possibility the comedian’s words had created.
It was crazy – completely crazy – but what if it were actually possible? Could I actually have something real with all the brothers? I was definitely attracted to all of them, but still. The idea of seriously dating all of them at once, having a relationship with three different men, seemed too good to be true. Too wild and scary and wonderful to even actually entertain.
At the end of the show, I couldn’t help but notice people’s curious stares as the guys and I made our way out. I shifted uncomfortably. I’d never liked being the center of attention, and this was no exception.
Still, once we got to the car, I soon found myself smiling again.
“You like it?” Noah asked, a bit anxiously.
I lifted the shirt, turning it over in my hands. “I love it. And you had it custom-made?”
The sweeping colors, violent and unrepentant, somehow expressed me more adequately than any clothing I’d owned before.
“Yeah,” Noah said. “At first, I just couldn’t find anything that seemed to suit you.”
As we drove back to their place, I could only smile shyly at him, trying to figure this all out. “But what’s the occasion?”
He smiled, his finger pressing into my collarbone. “You are.”
The rest of the way home, none of us said much. Perhaps the guys were thinking, as I was, about what the comedian had said; rolling it over in their minds.
Although once I got to their place, I had something to say. “When exactly did I agree to come over again?”
“When you agreed to let us drive you,” Jeremy smirked.
“Let’s not argue about this again,” Peter said.
And so, I didn’t. I was tired of being brave at the expense of my safety. A man had tried breaking into my place the other night, there was no point in denying how serious the situation had gotten anymore.
That night, we turned in fairly early. It was unsaid, but the aura was unmistakably awkward. Were the guys wondering, as I was, if I’d end up with any of them that night? I certainly had no plans to. Although I was crazy-attracted to all of them, I wouldn’t even know what to say, or to whom, for that matter.
That night, I was almost asleep in my bed, when I heard the door knob turning.
I sat up straight and Noah paused.
“Sorry, left my melatonin pills in here. Can’t sleep,” he said, opening a drawer as if proving an alibi.
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m just jumpy.”
Noah stiffened, and I realized that he had taken my words the wrong way.
“Not because you’re here Noah. Because of what happened the other night in my apartment.”
He relaxed his shoulders and nodded, though his face had become hard. It was a look I had yet to see on his handsome features.
“I wish I’d have been there. I’d have kicked that guy’s ass,” he bit out.
Without thinking, I reached out and touched his arm, a jolt of electricity sparking between us.
Noah stared at my hand for a moment before is gaze worked its way up to mine. His lips parted.
A curl of hair had fallen over his eye, giving it a charming look.
“You know how I feel about you,” he said quietly.
I crawled over to the edge of the bed so that we were close. “Do I?”
And that was when he kissed me.
24
Noah
Finally. Our lips and tongues tangled in a frenzied dance.
And the way her soft hands drew her to me closer told me she wanted me too.
Her body pressed against mine so tightly, I could feel the swell of her breasts under her thin cami. How long had I wanted to do this? Had I ever not?
All I knew right then was that I was exactly where I wanted to be. My arms around her, feeling her.
Finally.
Her hands were running across my biceps, my arms, reveling in them.
When I nibbled at the gorge of her throat, her groan slayed me.
Yes. Blair was just as into this as I was. My hands roamed all over her body, touching and feeling every inch of her blazing skin.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed, eliciting a groan from her and her hands flew to my belt. She undid the buckle with deft fingers and I wiggled my way out of my jeans and boxers. She pushed my shirt up and I tugged it the rest of the way over my head before Blair pulled me down with her.
I peppered her face and neck with kisses as I quickly discarded her shirt, breaking contact only to remove the fabric from her body. I gazed lustily at her bare breasts and dipped my head to greedily feast on a nipple, rolling my tongue over it until it was hard and she was whimpering.
I kissed my way down her body, stopping at the waistband of her pajama bottoms. I glanced up at her and saw her looking down at me, her eyes glassy.
I smiled, and she lifted her hips so that I could pull her shorts off, leaving her completely bare under my gaze. I kissed the insides of her thighs and she wiggled impatiently above me. But that didn’t matter, not yet. All that mattered was me enjoying her how I’d wanted to since the first second I’d laid eyes on her.
I pulled her into a sitting position and laid on my back, pulling her with me. Blair smiled above me, then spun around to take my cock in her mouth as her pussy hovered over my face. Sensation exploded into me as I lapped at her. With one single draw she had me deep down her throat. Fuck.
I slid a finger into her slick slit and she moaned around my cock, causing vibrations to travel up it’s length. “Fuck,” I groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
I was too close to coming and I didn’t want to do it in her mouth. I needed to feel her tight walls close around my cock. I needed to lose myself deep inside of her.
“I need to be inside you Blair,” I said as she released my dick with a pop.
She climbed off of me and laid down, spreading her legs wide to accommodate me. I settled myself between her knees and grabbed hold of my cock, sliding it through her wet heat. I dropped my forehead to hers and let out a long, low moan. “That feels even better than I imagined it.”
Setting a steady rhythm, I jackhammered into her over and over again, Blair’s legs locking around my waist and pulling me deeper into her.
“Fuck!” she groaned. “Just like that Noah!”
My thrusts became deeper, more fevered as I felt us both racing toward our climax. I bent my head, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucked as I pounded into her relentlessl
y.
Blair moaned loudly, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me and forcing me to spill deep inside her as she came around me.
We lay there for a moment, forehead to forehead, trying to catch our breath. I captured her lips in a sweet kiss before pulling out of her and curling up beside her. I pulled her against me and heard her breathing soon become shallow and even. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of her deeply before dropping off into the most satisfied sleep I’d ever known.
25
Blair
I woke up in his Noah’s arms. Seconds later, the door creaked open and Jeremy’s shaggy-haired head peeked in.
My breath left me. Shit, had neither of us thought to sneak out or … was Jeremy actually grinning?
Sure enough Jeremy strode in, and to my complete surprise, he was eyeing us warily, yet with clear amusement.
He sighed melodramatically. “Guess I should’ve figured this was coming.”
I propped myself on one arm to get a better look at him. “You’re not mad?”
Jeremy stood at the edge of the bed, surveying us both. “Depends.”
“On?”
“You gonna invite me in there too?”
In my life, I don’t think I’d ever said “Yes” faster.
Next thing I knew, Jeremy was clambering into bed on my other side. Noah opened one eye blearily, then started chuckling. “Seriously?”
“That is my partner you’re in bed with,” Jeremy pointed out.
“Guess you have a point,” Noah said. “But still….”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Jeremy said. He ruffled my hair affectionately. “She’s pretty amazing.”
I sunk under the covers, super embarrassed. “Guys.”
“You’re right, this is ridiculous,” Jeremy said.
And just like that, I found myself wedged between him and Noah, enclosed in both their arms. I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it. Why did I need to say anything anyway? Couldn’t I just enjoy it, the odd unbelievable sliver of happiness in my lately stressful life? Why did I have to worry about whether it was going to last, or if we were all kidding ourselves? Why not just enjoy it for what it was? Jeremy and Noah with their arms around me, and me never feeling safer or happier.
As Noah shifted his position so he could sling the crook of his elbow around my head, his gaze went to Jeremy. “Have to admit. You really lucked out in the partner department.”
It was almost as though Jeremy hadn’t heard him, he was looking at me so intently. But then he smiled and said, “Pretty much.”
It felt like I was grinning like an idiot. There was knowing that a guy was into you, and then there was him chatting with his brother about it while in the same bed. I didn’t know if I would ever get used to it. But I could certainly try.
“What time is it anyway?” I asked Jeremy.
“You don’t want to know.”
I groaned. “That late?”
The door creaked open and Peter poked his head in. “So am I supposed to tell the Chief that you guys can’t come in because you’re in bed together?”
Despite his deadpan tone, I shot up straight with a jolt.
“Hilarious,” Jeremy quipped. “If you want to join us, you just have to ask.”
“No thanks, I’m good,” Peter said smoothly, already looking away. “I’ll leave you to your weird three-way cuddling.”
He had just ducked out, when I called after him. “How much time do we have?”
His head poked back in. “About fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes?” The next moment I was scrambling out of bed, feeling around on the
Together, the three of us all set out getting ready, stumbling and reaching over each other as we hurried to get on our clothes, brush our teeth, and assume a decent enough appearance for work. Although a quick look in the mirror indicated that it was worse than I thought.
“Seriously, Noah?” I turned to fix him a glare, and when he and Jeremy caught sight of the big red mark on my neck, they cracked up.
“I haven’t had one of these since high school,” I said.
“Sorry.” Noah actually looked mortified now. “I got a bit carried away.”
“A bit,” Jeremy said.
Once again, it struck me how odd the whole thing was. I shooed the guys out of the bathroom and fished around in my purse for some concealer. I had to get the damn hickey covered up so I didn’t stroll into work looking like a dumb teenager. Once I had covered the mark to my satisfaction, I arrived outside just as the brothers were leaving.
“You were actually going to leave?” I asked.
“Peter was,” Jeremy said. “I was going to wait for you and make up some excuse as to why we were late.”
“Thanks.”
We all headed out and crammed into Peter’s car. There was no time to stop at my house to pick up my own ride, so we were all going to have to arrive to the station together. The thought of it made me a bit nervous. What if one of the other officers, or God forbid, the Chief, saw me getting out of the car with them? My worries were interrupted by Noah and Peter jawing back and forth at one another. As Noah and Peter continued to argue stubbornly but good-naturedly, Jeremy nudged me and flashed a smile.
“This is nothing, in case you were wondering. Our fights used to be so epic that we would end up the principal’s office during recess. Peter was a good older brother and when it came down to it, we all stuck together, but….” His nose scrunched up and he sighed, opening his hands. “There’s just so many things to fight about.”
I chuckled. “There really are. Ella and I used to fight over who got to be which Barbie, or who got the bigger bowl of chips. I mean, I think it just goes with having a sibling.”
But Jeremy was peering at me. “But you and your sister don’t really fight anymore, do you?”
“Not as much,” I admitted. “But sometimes we still do. I guess nobody can get along all of the time.”
It was then that I noticed the silence that had descended in the car. For some reason, my words seemed like a broader sentence than the context I’d said them in.
Quietly Jeremy leaned in so his head was tipped against mine, his eyes on my own. “I really want this to work.”
It was there in his eyes how much he meant those words, and I could feel my own chest swelling with them. “I really want this to work too,” I said.
And though Noah and Peter stayed silent, I felt like they would say the same.
26
Peter
By the time lunch came and I was back at the station and Jeremy showed up, I was hungry, although not in the way I wanted to be. All I wanted to do, was to see Blair again, to talk to her, maybe more. But my head was buzzing with uncertainty. So, I shot my buddy Gary a text and gave Jeremy and Noah some vague excuse as I left.
Truthfully, I wasn’t sure that Jeremy would understand. He wasn’t the big brother. He wasn’t the one who was supposed to have his head screwed on right; the one who was supposed to look out for the others. That was my job, as it always had been. And this was one thing that I was sure as hell about. Sharing a girl with my brothers? It just seemed, well, wrong. Not to mention that we were all cops, working together. There were just too many ways it could go wrong. And yet, every time I was around her….
I forgot. Like this morning, seeing Blair in bed with Jeremy and Noah, I’d wanted nothing more than just to climb in with them. They’d looked so happy, made it look so easy. And yet, amidst the excitement and eagerness brimming in me, there was fear. Fear and knowledge. Relationships with two people were complicated enough, let alone throwing another two in the mix. Was I losing it? Whatever the case, hopefully Gary would clear things up
One step into Fox Pub, and it was clear that Gary was the same abrupt old bastard as ever.
“Peter,” he said. “You’re late!”
“Nice to see you too, old man.” He gave me a hard sort of pat on the shoulder and led us to the table. As soon as we sat
down, he started drilling me. “Looks like you have an oyster stuck in your esophagus. Out with it.”
I frowned. If only it was as simple as that. Even just thinking about the whole Blair dilemma made me feel ill at ease, what would actually voicing it be like?
But Gary didn’t give me much time to think it over. Lifting a cup of water on our table, he threw it into his mouth, swishing its contents around. “Come on then. Let’s hear it.”
“It’s just this new girl at work,” I said.
Gary snapped out a napkin, making a fan out of it so could he could put it as a bib on his shirt. “Now I know this is going to be a good story.”
“Thing is,” I said, “she’s Jeremy’s partner.”
Gary’s brows became two dubious caterpillars. “Oh, you do have a problem now.”
I took a look around to ensure that no one was close nearby.
“There’s more,” I said. “He and Blair already….”
Another eyebrow tweak. “Damn.”
“And her and Noah….”
“Seriously?” Now Gary was squinting at me, and I realized there was no more keeping it back.
I sighed. “And, tell you the truth, me and her….”
“Shit,” Gary said after pause.
Just then, our waitress chose that inopportune moment to show up. “Can I get drinks for you all, or do you know what you’ll be having?”
“Minestrone soup,” Gary declared without glancing at the menu. “For the two of us.”
I smiled grimly. Truthfully, I’d known this was coming. Even back when he had been on the force, Gary had been renowned for ordering for other people, me included. I wasn’t a fan of minestrone soup, but I did need Gary’s advice, sorely.
Once the waitress was out of sight, Gary’s attention zeroed in on me. “Yeah. You’re up to your eyebrows in shit.”
“Thanks,” I said dryly. “Thing is, I don’t want to be. I want to figure this thing out before it explodes on all of us. I have my job to look out for, and my brothers. And this girl, Blair, she’s a good cop, too. I don’t see how this can end well.”
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