Good Enough to Trust (Good Enough, Book 2 - Going Back)

by Stoneley, Zara

  I half expected Will to let me go, but he didn’t, his cock just twitched inside me and I did my best not to wriggle back in response.

  “Room for another one?”

  I’m pretty sure my mouth had been open since I’d spotted him, so I shut it and then it was my eyes that opened wider.

  Another one? What? Then I think I went the kind of red that only looks good on a beetroot.

  Will chuckled, his grip shifting from my hips until he had his hands gripped firmly over my buttocks. He squeezed gently and my pussy pulsed in response, then he gently pulled his hands apart until the cool air snaked between my arse cheeks, I bit back the moan, but when his thumb skated over my anus I swear I whimpered. I was still staring at the man in the doorway, mesmerised as his hand rubbed over his cock in time with the rub of Will’s thumb on my arse.

  “My brother likes to help.” His voice was tight as his touch on my arsehole got firmer, firmer until I could feel my arse clenching, waiting expectantly for him to push his way in, and I gave up on the attempt at boob covering and leaned forward, pushing down against his hard body so I could feel the throb of my clit trapped between us.

  “What do you think?” He was kneading one buttock, pressing against my tight ring of muscle with one broad finger and his hard cock was deep inside me, his pubic bone grinding against my clit, and he expected me to think?

  “Room for Stevie as well in there? Your call, babe.”

  The babe kind of registered, because no-one called me babe. Ever. But then the tip of his finger sank inside me, just as he reached up and the warmth of his mouth found my nipple, and who was I to object to the odd babe between friends? I was panting, and biting my lip, but I must have nodded or something because Stevie had stripped off his T-shirt and his warm hands were on my thighs edging them even further apart with a feather light touch that was more assertive than any tight grip had ever been.

  “You ever had two men?” His soft voice drifted over me as Will’s hands shifted back to buttocks and I gazed straight into his dark eyes. I thought he’d been turned on before, but his face now was pure lust.

  “No.” I tried to clear my throat, but it didn’t seem to be working too well.

  “Bet you’ve thought about it though.”

  Oh, I’d thought about it, thought about having two strong men take me, but I’d never in a million years have expected it to happen, and not in a zillion years to be here in the middle of the countryside with two men I hardly knew, but two men who I instinctively seemed to know wouldn’t harm a hair on my head.

  Though as far as the rest of my body went I wasn’t quite sure.

  But all of a sudden I knew I wanted them, both of them.

  Desperately.

  And I don’t know if it was because I didn’t want to get too involved with Will, or whether it was because I knew there was only so much steady, safe sex I could take before I got bored. Because that was what Will was, he was steady, safe, gentle, caring and ever so slightly boring. Maybe if I’d really been tuned in to him it would have been different, but this was more affection and a shag. Maybe if you love someone you can do ‘same’ whether it’s good or bad, because there’s so much more to it than that.

  My stomach tightened with anticipation at exactly the same time Stevie’s warm tongue trickled its way down my spine.

  I moaned and shifted back, my clit grinding against Will’s body, wanting the pressure of his hand back between my arse cheeks and Stevie chuckled. Then dropped a cold gloop of what had to be lube straight on the place that was pining attention. I gasped and Wills fingers tightened on my buttocks, spreading them even wider.

  “Shit, I wish I could see your sexy arse right now.”

  “Oooo.” It was a strangled kind of oo and an ahh as Stevie’s finger glided over the lube, around my arsehole and then pushed gently, persistently against the ring of muscle that Will had been playing with, until he was in. I came. I couldn’t help it. My desperate pussy clutched at Will’s big cock and he grunted, shifting his hands to my hips as Stevie pushed one finger deeper into me.

  “Fuck, we need more space.” He half-rolled, half lifted and shifted on to the floor, never loosening his grip on me, his cock nestled just as deep and Stevie moved from the side in to behind me, his legs between mine and Wills, edging my thighs ever wider apart as he pushed a second finger into my arse and scissored and twisted until I could feel myself opening up.

  I slid against Will as he did it, wanting more sensation, greedy to build up the ache in my body again and both men laughed. But Will’s face was set and I knew he was fighting it, fighting the need to explode inside me.

  “You’re a greedy girl.” His voice was sandpaper rough. He pulled me down tighter against him, so that my tight tender nipples rubbed against the harsh hair on his chest.

  “I like greedy girls.” Stevie’s voice was close to my ear, his breath warm as his mouth trailed a second damp course down my spine, and I could hear him unzipping, his movement in my arse faltering for just a moment before he slipped his fingers free and a fresh cold blob of lube replaced the burning heat.

  “You ready?” Then the damp tip of his cock was nudging against me, he pushed as Will tightened his fingers on my hips, strong thighs pushed my own wider apart, there was a searing, a sharpness and then he was in and the animal moan I heard just had to be me.

  It wasn’t what I expected, it was a push and thrust between two hard bodies, a fullness that felt like their two cocks were rubbing against each other with nothing in between.

  Stevie thrust, pushing me down against Will’s hard body so that my throbbing clit felt like it would burst and my nipples peaked and pebbled. He pulled back and Will pushed me back down his body, thrust his own cock deeper into me hitting spots inside I didn’t know I had. My clit was trembling, and I was coming around the base of Will’s cock, but deep inside a different kind of orgasm was building, an aching, pulsing that was right at the base of my stomach and every bit of me was trembling and shaking. Stevie had wrapped my hair round his hand, gently pulled my head back, his mouth hot against my neck, and as I arched my back wanting more, Will’s mouth took my boob. He sucked hard, sucked until shards of need shot straight from my nipple down to my clutching wet pussy and as he did his hand slipped between our bodies and the heat of his fingers fluttered against my swollen nub.

  I think I was moaning, and panting and begging, but I can’t be sure.

  “You want all of me?”

  I thought I had all of him, but it seemed Stevie had been holding back.

  “More.” It was all I could say, more intelligent language escaped me. Will pinched my clit between finger and thumb and something inside me burst, and as it did Stevie thrust all the way, all the way until I saw stars and felt Will harden and grow inside me even more if that was possible.

  “Fuck.” It was Stevie’s yell, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled out and then buried himself again inside my burning body, and it was Will who grunted, who pulled me down, whose mouth took mine and whose strangled groan flooded my body from the inside as he took over the thrusting, pushing his hips high and as the heat of his come shot deep inside me and he gave a deep growl of satisfaction I came again, rocking my hips to milk what I could of the sensation.

  ***

  The smell of coffee dragged me out of my dream about cows and hills and magical farmers with huge cocks. Oh, God, Freud would have a field day with me.

  I pushed my hair back off my face and opened my eyes just the teensiest of bits and hoped I didn’t look as bedraggled as I felt.

  Will stood there, mug of steaming liquid in his hand and a broad grin on his face that said I probably looked as shagged out as I felt.

  “Morning, dozy. Will this do for breakfast?” He raised the mug of coffee. “I could do you a fry up, but no croissants or anything posh like that I’m afraid.”

  Last thing I remembered was nodding off in front of a blazing fire, with my head on his broad naked chest, the soun
d of his heart thudding gently in my ear. I glanced round the room to try and get my bearings; I wasn’t good at mornings at the best of times. It took at least two large mugs of strong coffee before me and the day were on speaking terms.

  The place was neat, sparse and conventional. Very masculine, in a real man kind of way. A big solid bed, well it would be for him wouldn’t it? Plain curtains. And a view. Hills. The mist had finally decided to have a day off.

  “Coffee’s great, thanks.” I shuffled a bit, suddenly aware of the tenderness between my legs. Which reminded me of that big cock, or should that be cocks plural? My gaze drifted down to the bulge in his jeans. I hadn’t imagined it. He was big. When I looked back up there was a hint of laughter in his brown eyes. I tried to ignore the warm glow that seemed to building in my pussy.

  “You look very shaggable, you know.” He said it conversationally, no pressure, and handed me the mug of coffee.

  “I feel very shagged.” I felt a bit like I’d been run over by something large, which I suppose I had, but it was the type of bulldozing I wouldn’t mind experiencing again. “Erm, where’s your... er...brother?”

  He grinned. “Stevie left a couple of hours ago. You want an intro to my other brother too?” He looked pointedly straight at my mouth and I fought the urge to lick my lips.

  Another one? I stared, yes, no. No, two was more than enough. I still wasn’t quite sure what had happened last night, but I was damned sure it wasn’t something I’d expected. I took a deep breath and tried to act like this was normal.

  “You all live here?”

  “Yeah, it was our parent’s farm.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “They retired and we carried on the family tradition.”

  I took it he meant the farming and not the shared shags.

  “No escaping traditions.” There was an edge to his voice and a slight twist to his mouth.

  “Ah, sense of responsibility and all that.” People like Will and his brothers were solid, didn’t shirk responsibility.

  “You like it though, don’t you?” I wanted him to say yes. I didn’t want him to say he hated it, but he had to do it anyway.

  “Yeah, suppose so. Has its benefits.” He grinned, and his gaze wandered over my body, and my nipples perked up all on their own.

  “So you’re close, you and your brothers?”

  “We don’t always do everything together, just now and then.” The warmth of his hand on my leg went straight through the sheets.

  “I guess it would have been mean to have sent him away.”

  “Mean and selfish. But sometimes I like to be selfish.” He leant forward and dropped a kiss on my forehead and I could see he wanted to say something.

  “What?” Why make life difficult for him?

  “So you were here with a guy last time?”

  “It was a long time ago.” I picked at the sheets. “We were just kids.”

  “But you came back to find him?” Maybe Will wasn’t as casual and generous about sharing as he liked to appear. Maybe he was looking for a farmer’s wife.

  “Hell, no.” And I meant it. I did. “I came back to sort out other stuff, things were all mixed up. It was complicated.”

  “You split up and so you left?”

  Boy, was he persistent. And I’d never make a farmer’s wife.

  “Sorry I’m being nosy.”

  Maybe it was something in my face that had warned him off, but I didn’t want to just tell him to sod off. I liked him, he was kind, good.

  “No, I went because of other stuff.” I paused, too much other stuff.

  “And you don’t trust me enough to tell me about stuff?” I trusted him with my body, trusted his big capable hands to do what they wanted with every bit of me. But not with my mind it seemed. Which was sad.

  “I went home, back to Cheshire and he didn’t. That was that.” I shrugged and Will just stared at me for a moment, like he knew there was more, but he knew it was none of his business. I could have done the first love spiel, thrown the words he’d spoken yesterday back at him, but it didn’t seem right.

  He stood up and left a cold gap.

  “I’ve got stuff to do, but I’ll drop you back if you like. We could go out for supper later?”

  I hesitated. This wasn’t what I was here for.

  “Only if you want to, of course.”

  “I want to.” I grinned. I mean, I could do what I came for and have a bit of harmless fun as well couldn’t I? I’d come to retrace the steps I’d taken with Ollie, but that was all. I wasn’t going to actually be seeing him. And who said finding yourself had to be hard work?

  “I rang your landlord, he’ll have some more logs dropped off later and he’s sending someone over to check the electrics.”

  Will was big in so many ways it seemed. “Wow, thanks.”

  “He’s a lazy arsehole, but he’ll do it.”

  The lazy arsehole had done me a favour though, if he’d had logs stacked by the door and electrics that were good I would never have ended up back here.

  “Speaking of lazy arseholes, hadn’t you better drink up and get that lovely bum of yours out of bed? I’ve already chopped logs and fed the animals.”

  “You haven’t?”

  “No, not really, but I do need to get on. Sorry.” He looked sheepish and I would have hugged him, except when I made a move he held up a hand in protest. “You let me see what’s under those bedclothes and I’ll never get any work done.”

  I pulled the sheet back up to my chin and took a sip of the coffee. “Give me ten and I’ll be up and dressed, promise.”

  ***

  After I’d watched Will drive off, I showered and pulled on some jeans, a plain T-shirt and the type of woolly jumper my Mum would have been proud of. I missed having someone around to be proud of me. But it had been a long time since Mum had been there to do it, and no one else had taken over the role. Maybe I hadn’t done much to be proud of. But everyone had to start somewhere.

  My mobile rang just as I was shoving a spare jumper into my rucksack and I picked it up instinctively, knowing it would be Will getting a last check in on me before I left. But it wasn’t. So much for sixth senses, or my ability to check out the caller ID on the screen. It was Holly, and I really wouldn’t have answered if I’d known.

  “You okay? You sound different.”

  I probably sounded like I was expecting to talk to a man who’d just giving me a good seeing to and left me anticipating more.

  “I’m fine thanks, Mum.”

  “I’m not your mum.” She laughed, a laugh tinged with concern and sensible intentions.

  “Exactly, so stop talking like one. And yes I’m eating my greens and doing my homework.”

  “Idiot.”

  She hesitated. Don’t you hate it when people do that? Because you just know the next thing out of their mouth will be something you don’t want to hear.

  “Where are you then, Soph?” All light and innocent.

  “Is Dane there?”

  “Er.” Which meant yes.

  “You mustn’t tell him.”

  “Fine, sure, we’re both great.”

  Holly was rubbish at lying, at covering up and I could just imagine Dane’s ears perking up, if he could be bothered. Dane was like a kid, he looked like he wasn’t interested but he took every damn thing in.

  “I’m in Cornwall.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t you dare say it, Holl. I’ll explain when he’s not there sometime.” If Dane found out it would complicate things, I just knew it. And I wanted to do this my way, on my own. “Look I’ve got to go, we can talk later.”

  “Promise?”

  I softened my grip on my phone. “Promise.”

  “You’ll give me a full update?”

  I laughed. “Well, I don’t know about full. I mean, there are some things a lady doesn’t talk about.”

  “And since when were you a lady?”

  I missed her. I missed all of them. But if they were wi
th me I’d be too busy interfering in their lives to sort out my own.

  “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

  She giggled and I hung up before the urge to interrogate her took over.

  The wintry sunshine tried its best to filter through the canopy of trees and failed. Let’s face it I could see why this particular cottage was so cheap to rent—it would be dark and damp even in the summer, but at this time of year there was no chance. But it didn’t matter. Today I was going to go down to the coast. Let the sea breeze blow the cobwebs away, watch the clouds chase each other across the sky.

  I sat at the spot I’d visited so many times before, pulling my knees tight into my chest to try and hide from the buffeting wind that was sending my hair whipping against my face. I was too high up to hear the crash of waves, but the sea was angry as it lashed the rough rocks below relentlessly. I stared at what was left of the beach down below. The Atlantic waves breaking hard as though trying to eradicate every last trace of the King Arthur who might have once lived here. If there had been a Merlin, he’d have needed more than a little bit of magic to survive in a cave down there, competing with a grey winter sea whose only bright spot was the white lash of the surf. Maybe, like the seals we’d watched playing, he’d moved on in the winter, maybe he was a summer kind of guy.

  “Hey.”

  The deep voice should have made me jump, but it didn’t because it was just right, it belonged, even if I’d believed it only existed in my memory now. Even though I hadn’t thought he’d be here.

  “Hey back.” I half turned, switched my gaze from the sea relentlessly beating the rocks, up to a face I hadn’t seen for a long, long time. Funny how all of a sudden it could have only been yesterday. What is it they say? Familiarity breeds contempt, but not here.

  “I thought you might be able to use this.” He squatted down, held out a paper bag and I took it from him, knowing before the heat had seeped into my hand, before the smell reached me, exactly what it was.

  “Nothing like a Cornish pasty to beat off the chill.”

  “It might take something a bit stronger this time of year.” I wondered how long he’d been watching me.