Trusting Chance [Fate Harbor] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “She’s in pain. I’m going to get her a pill and put her on the couch. We can bring her dinner there.” Chance nodded, and resumed his call, moving into the kitchen. Sam put her on the sofa, and went to get her a pain pill, and before she knew it, all three of them were eating dinner on the sofa, discussing the day’s events. Out of everyone’s accounts, Sam’s was the most interesting.

  “Yeah, Joshua called and talked me into coaching a basketball team full of rowdy fourteen-year-old boys. Apparently, their coach left them high and dry midseason. I know that makes me a sap, but I felt bad for the kids. Joshua said they needed someone fast, who really knew the game and had the time. I believe his exact words to me were, ‘Hey, loser, since you don’t have a job, but you’re good at hoops, you have no choice.’ Now, I ask you, in all seriousness, how could I turn down such a sincere, heartfelt, well-phrased offer?” Both Chance and Josie surrendered their attempts to suppress their snickering, to give in to full-fledged guffaws.

  “Are you any good with kids, Sam?” Josie asked.

  “I was a marine lieutenant. How tough can a bunch of fourteen-year-old boys be?” Josie and Chance just rolled their eyes.

  “What about you, Chance, did you make any big deals? Get any big donations today?” Sam scooped a forkful of linguine off of Josie’s plate and held it up to her mouth. She looked at him curiously. “You haven’t been eating. You know you’re not supposed to take your medicine on an empty stomach,” Sam chided.

  “Okay, Dad.” Josie opened her mouth and slurped the noodles off his fork, causing both men to groan. By the time dinner was over, the pill had kicked in and she was feeling full and frisky. She sidled up to Chance, and stroked her fingers up and down his arm.

  “Oh, no you don’t.” Chance kissed the top of her head, and caught her hand. “You, my dear, are going to bed.”

  “That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say,” she said passing sly smiles to both Chance and Sam.

  “Alone,” Sam qualified. “Just an hour ago you were worn out and in pain. You are going to go to bed alone and get some rest.” Josie pouted, but neither of them would relent. By the time she got under the covers she discovered they were right, and she was asleep within five minutes.

  Josie woke up to the most delicious sensation. Warm naked men on either side of her. She peeked over at Chance, and saw the glowing hands of the clock that told her it was midnight. She’d gotten five hours sleep, and she felt great. She had a couple of hours before she needed to start things at the bakery. She wondered what time the guys had come to bed. She snuck out the bottom of the bed, so she could go to the bathroom, then she quickly brushed her teeth and finger-combed her hair. She tiptoed back into the room and quietly opened the second drawer of her dresser, pulling out a corset, and crept back into the bathroom to put it on. For what she had planned, she was going to need some back support. She was happy to see it was the pretty cream one, not that they would see it.

  Chance was sitting up against the headboard when she returned. Josie couldn’t make out his expression, but she could clearly see him crooking his finger at her. She looked at Sam, and saw that he was still sleeping soundly on his stomach. Chance quietly pulled her onto his lap, and Josie stifled a giggle. She felt naughty wearing only a corset, with her naked bottom pressed against his burgeoning erection. He tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled her head back so he could nibble at her bottom lip. Josie sighed, and he immediately took advantage to plunge his tongue into her mouth. In seconds, she was twisting in his arms, trying to get closer, squirming against him, causing him to groan into her mouth.

  “You’re making it hard for a fellow to sleep,” Sam groused. Josie panted and rested her head against Chance’s lightly furred chest, rubbing her cheek against him, enjoying the texture as she glanced sideways over at Sam. He was lying on his back, with his hands crossed behind his head, smiling at the two of them.

  “Enjoying the show?” Chance asked.

  “Immensely.”

  “Going to join?”

  “Oh, I plan to. Eventually. But, in the meantime”—Sam reached over and turned on the light on his nightstand.—“Chance, can you turn on the light by you?”

  “By all means.” Sam watched Josie carefully, and saw her tense up, but she didn’t say anything.

  “Good girl. We want to enjoy you.”

  Chance, never slow on the uptake, said, “You’re beautiful and we don’t want to miss seeing any part of you, any reaction.” He slid his hand down the nape of her neck, over her corset, down to her tailbone, to the crease of her ass. He watched as she started and drew in a deep breath. “You’re still not used to having your ass played with, are you, Zee?”

  “We’re going to play with your ass a lot tonight,” Sam assured her. Josie let out her breath in one long sigh.

  “Okaaaay.”

  “Just relax, Zee,” Chance murmured, as he feathered his fingers deeper between her cheeks, and Josie tried to keep her breathing easy and relaxed. She tried to keep everything relaxed. Sam sat back against the headboard, his eyes glittering as he watched the light and dark of Josie and Chance’s skin move against one another. Josie took another breath, pretending she was at yoga class, slowly breathing in, then breathing out, keeping her body relaxed. Chance’s fingers parted her bottom. One breath in, one breath out. “Good girl,” Chance praised as he was able to trace a path to her sensitive asshole.

  “You’re doing fine, baby,” Sam soothed. Josie closed her eyes. She couldn’t look. It was too much visual stimulation. She needed to just concentrate on her breathing. In, hold for three counts, out. Why was she making noise? How could the simple act of his touching her anus cause her pussy to flood with juices? Something was wrong with her. She was messed up. Perverted. She had to be dripping on Chance’s leg.

  “Enough,” she cried out, squeezing her legs tightly together, trying to push out of Chance’s arms. Sam just looked at her. He didn’t seem surprised.

  “Speak to us, baby.” Sam leaned over and cupped her cheek. She felt Chance’s lips at her temple.

  “Whatever you have to say, Zee, it’s fine. Did I do something to frighten you?” He stroked his hand down her hair.

  “I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry. Everything’s fine.” She moved Sam’s hand from her cheek to her breast.

  “Josie! Stop that right now, and tell me what made you say ‘enough.’” Josie dropped Sam’s hand, immediately responding to the command in his voice. When she saw what she had done, she frowned at him.

  “Look, stop using that voice on me. I just got nervous for a moment. I’m over it, and I want to make love, so can we now continue?” She arched a brow at him, hoping she just might possibly win this argument.

  Sam moved his hand back to her face and continued to brush his thumb against Josie’s jaw, watching the rapid beat of her pulse in her neck. He let the silence draw on. Chance had stopped stroking her hair, knowing that the moment belonged to Josie and Sam. “Sam…” Sam covered her mouth with his thumb.

  “Don’t lie to me, baby,” he said softly. “You have two choices. You can honestly answer my question and tell me what frightened you, or you can go over my knee and then tell me what frightened you. But, what you cannot do is lie to me.”

  Sam’s voice might be hard and commanding, but his eyes were soft and coaxing. It was as if he knew this was really important. Sam saw that Josie was hiding much more than a momentary case of nerves, but a soul-deep belief that he and Chance had to plumb in order to fix. Josie responded. God, she needed this man, she hoped she could be enough for him, but she was all messed up, and that’s what she was afraid to tell him.

  “It was more than just the sex and arousal that overwhelmed you, wasn’t it, Josie? It was the need. You don’t want to need us, do you?” Sam asked softly.

  She couldn’t form a response, so she just shook her head.

  “Sex is just one more way of opening yourself up to someone, isn’t it, baby? It’s just one more way
that might find to experience rejection.” This time she just nodded.

  “Are you afraid we’ll leave you?”

  Chance reached out and turned her chin so she was facing him. “I’m never leaving you. Not ever. I love you, Josie Decker. I’d say you can take that to the bank, but that just doesn’t have the ring of trust that it used to carry.” Josie gave a choked chuckle. “I’m never leaving, Zee.” He leaned in and kissed her.

  Sam turned her to look back at him. “And I love you with all my heart, Josie. You’ve given me a reason to live. I can’t tell you for sure I’m not leaving, because I’ve still got too many demons I’ve got to work out. But please know, baby, I love you.” He leaned in and kissed her.

  “I love you both so much, it scares me. We’ve been with one another less than two months as adults, but I’ve come to rely on you and need you, and–and”—she took in a shuddering breath—“it’s going to almost kill me if I don’t have you anymore.”

  Chance pulled her into his arms. “You’ll always have me, baby, and Sam’s doing his damndest. I’ve known him almost my whole life, and I’ve never known him to fail.”

  “Please don’t give up on me, baby. I love you.” Sam wrapped his arms around both of them, cradling his face between her head and neck, breathing her in.

  Finally, Chance let go, and asked, “Josie, would you care to explain what in the hell was embarrassing you so much about a little ass play?”

  Josie broke into giggles, and finally admitted the truth.

  “There is something seriously wrong with me. I got, I mean, my pussy got…”

  “Wet?” Sam supplied helpfully.

  “Yes.”

  “That would be a good thing. Actually, Zee, that’s always our intent.”

  “But you were only touching me in that one place, not anywhere else, and I still got wet. I must be some kind of pervert!” she wailed in consternation, turning their chuckles into relaxed laughter.

  “Chance, I think she needs the Sex 201 class, the one where you explain about boys,” Sam said.

  Josie looked up at Chance who grinned. “Okay, the title of Sex 201, is Why Boys Like Perverted Girls.”

  “Don’t forget the subtitle,” Sam choked out.

  “Subtitle?” Josie thought she saw perspiration breaking out on Chance’s forehead.

  “Yeah, Especially Good Girls They Can Teach How to Be Naughty. That’s the subtitle of the class,” Chance continued, in a strained whisper.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s the subtitle,” Sam agreed. There was perspiration on his forehead. “Chance, that is a terrific subtitle.” He hooked Josie’s left foot over his shoulder and pushed her right foot out as far as his arm would allow. Sam reached down with both hands and spread Josie’s labial lips apart.

  “Making your cunt wet makes me feel like I have won the fucking lottery. I don’t care if eating dill pickles does it for you. If that’s what it takes to prime your pump, I will buy you all the dill pickles in the state of Washington. I want you dripping. I want it so you have to change your panties at least four times a day,” Chance said, his voice coming out in a rasp.

  “I don’t,” Sam whispered in her ear. “I want to smell your wet panties all day. I want to know that you’re wet and ready for my dick, at a moment’s notice.”

  “Like now, look at all that pink glistening between those beautiful cinnamon lips. We’ve made her wet just by talking to her. Our Zee likes dirty talk.” Sam moved one of his long fingers and swiped through her juices.

  “Oh God, Chance, it’s like sliding through warm silk.” He slowly brought up his hand, allowing it to hover in front of her face, before bringing it to his mouth and licking the essence off his finger. Josie flashed to watching him lick the icing from a bowl in Betty’s kitchen as a mischievous boy, causing her to flush and smile. “Now I’m going to lick and moisten my finger really good, Josie. I want it really wet and moist. Do you know why?” Josie shook her head. This time when she tried to turn to look at him, he allowed it.

  Sam held up his index finger between Chance and Josie. “Do you think this is slick enough?”

  “I don’t. I think you need more of Josie’s cum,” Chance countered. “I don’t think you are slick enough to get the job done.”

  “That’s a good point, my brother. I think you need to lift her up a little bit more for me.” Chance bent Josie’s knees so that her legs were pressed closer to her chest, lifting her ass a little more off Sam’s lap. Sam took the index finger that he had been displaying before her eyes, and delicately touched it to the inside lips of her pussy, gathering more of her cream, ensuring his finger was coated. “I have a need to play with our perverted girl. Do you know why, Chance?”

  “Because it makes you so hard you could come just thinking about it?”

  “No,” Sam said. “Because I get so hard, my dick could pound nails just thinking about sticking my finger up Josie’s ass. Do you know why, Chance?”

  “Is it because you’re thinking about sinking your cock up her ass?” Sam traced his wet finger around the rosette of her anus, around and around and around, until she was pushing her ass in circles, trying to entice his finger to harder strokes.

  “Oh yeah, I want to fuck her ass, Chance. Make no mistake about that, but what makes me so crazy is the fact that Josie is going to climax so hard, she’ll probably pass out. Our baby grips me so tight when she goes over the edge, and then she fades out from pleasure. I about lose my mind when she does that.” Sam stopped tracing, and started pressing, and three pairs of eyes watched as his finger slowly sank into her tight orifice.

  “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I’ve never made love to a woman more responsive than Zee. She’s it for me. Keep your legs exactly where they are. Can you do that for me, Josie?” Chance asked. She nodded. He reached between her legs, and found even more copious amounts of fluid, and his two fingers went inside even deeper, gathering more, slicking his fingers until he was satisfied. He then traced a trail down past her perineum, to the spot where Sam was slowly moving in and out, and the next time Sam’s finger went to push in, Chance’s two fingers joined him. Josie groaned at the burning sensation of pain and pleasure.

  “Too much?” Sam asked.

  “I don’t know, I think it’s not enough. Oh, my God.” Josie arched up toward them, greedily taking more of their thrusting fingers.

  Sam feathered a kiss along her temple, savoring the sweet scent of her perspiration. He reached down with his other hand and lightly closed his thumb and index finger around her pulsing clitoris, rolling the nub between his fingers. Josie squeezed her eyes tight, and keened out a cry as the tension built.

  “Sam, it’s too much.” Both men’s fingers pressed in deep as Sam pinched her clit and she careened into the stratosphere.

  Josie slowly came back to herself to find them both gently wiping her sweat-drenched body with washcloths, and she sat up and immediately, batting the cloth out of Chance’s hand. He looked at her in surprise.

  “More.”

  She heard Sam laughing behind her, and she turned and gave him a hard stare. “Okay, you—more.” Then she heard Chance chuckle, and she realized both of them were laughing.

  “Zee, normally you’re kind of out of it.” He paused. “Well, you know.” Chance waved his arm.

  “After I come,” she supplied.

  “Yes,” they both said.

  “So, obviously I haven’t come enough. More, I want more. I liked that. I want more. You said I could ask for more.” A beatific smile came over her face. Both men were entranced, and Chance clasped her in a hug.

  “You’re absolutely right, you get to ask for what you want, and we are the lucky bastards who get to give it to you. You heard the woman, Sam, she wants more. Get the condoms. It’s going to be a long night.”

  Chapter 17

  Chance and Josie got a seat near center court. Chance had raided the concession stand, getting hot dogs, pretzels, soda, nachos, candy bars, and popcorn.
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  “Just how long do you think this game is going to last?” Josie asked as he started to plop some of the food onto her lap.

  “I eat when I’m nervous,” he explained. “Plus, all the concession-stand proceeds support the Fate Harbor Youth Club. Sam’s basketball team gets a cut—eat up! It’s the right thing to do, love.” Josie watched as he devoured a hot dog in two bites. Then her attention was grabbed as the referee tossed the basketball into the air for the tip-off. She had been surprised when Sam left the house that evening in slacks and a button-up shirt. When Josie asked why he was so dressed up, he explained it was important to set a professional example for the boys. Josie was immediately caught up in the game. Both of her sisters had played basketball in elementary and junior high school. Becca continued playing in high school.

  The first two baskets were scored by the opposing team. They had a strong ginger-topped player on stilts who was able to make incredible shots. Josie watched as Sam’s players picked up the pace, playing more aggressively and throwing fouls. After the referee called two fouls, and the other team made more points on free throws, Sam called a timeout. Josie watched as he huddled the boys together, including those on the bench and spoke to them in a very calm manner. When the boys went back out on the court, they executed a well-planned play and scored. Immediately, there were grins and a shift in their outlook. Sam continued to display that same calm and encouraging smile that he wore even when the other team was scoring.

  As the game progressed, Josie watched in amazement as Chance ate ninety percent of the food that he had purchased. She actually had to fight him for one of the pretzels. Sam’s team continued to play well, but the redheaded boy on the opposing team continued to outgun them. He was a phenomenal player, and made every basket that he shot. Josie was impressed that Sam played every one of his players, including some that were not very good, but their team still played a strong defense and an admirable offense. When the game was over, Sam’s team had lost by twelve points. Josie watched closely as Sam took the time both to address the team as a whole, and to talk to each of his boys individually. It did not escape her notice that all of the boys walked away smiling from a losing game.