by Morgan Henry
“Well, for a lot of people, no, not really. We would be fine without power for the night. But there’s always someone that this would be a real hardship for. Like a mom who needs to heat up baby formula, or an elderly person that lives in a high apartment that could get heat stroke without AC in this weather. Or a small business whose ice cream might melt.” Allan tweaked her nose at this last statement.
“My ice cream will be okay for twelve or twenty four hours if we don’t open the freezer. But thank you for thinking of me.” Karen’s voice raised in pitch a little. “You’ll be okay, right? You won’t get electrocuted or anything?”
“We know what we’re doing. We make sure we’re safe and smart about what we do.” Zander leaned down and took her face in one hand and looked into her eyes. “I promise.”
The men had dressed while they spoke. They both kissed her good-bye and told her to make sure she got some sleep. They would be home as soon as the storm allowed.
Karen snuggled down in the very comfortable bed. She had her hand propped up with a pillow and a sheet overtop her body, giving her just enough warmth. She prepared herself for a sleepless night worrying about Allan and Zander. She did worry, for a time, but eventually drifted off as the wind blew around the house.
Chapter 12
The sun was rising as Allan surveyed the wreckage around the hydro line. They had managed to clear the tree off the line itself and it was now lying in pieces on the ground below. There had been several broken branches on nearby trees they had trimmed away as well. This last job had taken only a couple of hours, but there was a lot of climbing involved and he and Zander were both tired. There was nothing now on the lines, so Allan walked back to the pole with the bright orange tape around it.
As crew foreman, it was his responsibility to ensure the line was safe and all personnel were away before power was turned back on. It wasn’t one he took lightly. Even though there was just he and Zander working right now, he still did everything by the regulations. There was enough juice in these lines to kill and he wouldn’t want anyone to die from his carelessness. Allan didn’t enjoy the extra paperwork that came with the foreman position, but it did put him up a pay grade and Allan appreciated the additional financial security. He had to admit, it was suited to his personality, too.
He signed off on his paperwork and removed the orange tape. He then restored power to the line and watched the neighborhood light up. He was sad at the loss of the beautiful tree the storm brought down, but happy the houses had power once again. It would be up to the city to clean up the rest of the mess.
When Allan arrived back at the truck, Zander had racked most of their gear. He helped his friend stow the last of the equipment. They had worked so long and so well together it took them little time and they didn’t need to speak.
Zander started up the vehicle and they drove to the nearest Timmy’s for a coffee before heading back to the station. There they ditched the hydro vehicle for their own pickup and headed back home.
“I can take Karen into work while you sleep, then I’ll crash this afternoon if you want,” Allan offered as he drained his large coffee.
“You sure? If you’re beat, I’m okay to look after her.”
“Nah. Get some sleep and then head over to the store later.”
“Why don’t we flip for it? I’ll take tails.” Zander pulled into their driveway. “Power’s back on here,” he observed.
“Good. Hopefully there’ll be hot water for a shower.” Allan definitely wanted a shower before he did anything else. He flipped a coin. “It’s tails, you get to sleep.”
They walked into the house and were pleasantly surprised by the odor of bacon. Karen poked her head out of the kitchen into the mudroom with a spatula in her good hand. “I thought you two would be hungry and tired, so I made breakfast. I hope you don’t mind.”
She actually sounded hesitant. Like he was going to mind that anyone cared enough to make breakfast. “Sweetness, that’s more than we could have hoped for. Thank you so much.” Allan gave her a big hug even though he was still wet and dirty from work.
She wrinkled her nose. “Ew. You’re filthy. I hope you two don’t wander around the house like that.”
Zander laughed. “Are you kidding? Mister Neatness there wouldn’t let us.” He started to strip out of his Kevlar pants. “Thank you for breakfast, Karen. You’re wonderful. Will it keep until we shower?”
“Yep. Yell when you’re out and I’ll put the toast down, ’kay?”
“We won’t be long.” Zander pecked her on the nose as he passed.
Allan came downstairs to find Zander and Karen already at the table. Karen started to rise when she saw him, but he waved her down. He helped himself to bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast and sat across from Zander and to the left of Karen.
“Mmm, this is great,” he said as he shoveled in a huge mouthful. The bacon was nice and crisp, the way he liked it. Karen had added some sort of herbs or spices or something to the eggs that made them taste really good, too.
Karen wasted no time in asserting herself. “Allan, there’s no reason for you to head to the store with me this morning. Marg will be there and Monday’s aren’t usually busy. You should stay here and sleep with Zander.”
“I am not going to sleep with Zander. We’re only in the same bed if you’re there. And it’s okay, I don’t mind staying up a bit more.”
Karen waved her injured hand impatiently. “Whatever. You should still get some sleep. I can drive one of your vehicles or walk. It’s only a few blocks. I’d really feel better if you got some sleep.” This last was said with a pleading look and a tiny tremor in her voice.
Allan and Zander looked at each other. Zander gave the tiniest shrug. Allan considered for another minute. Would Karen be okay at the store with just Marg? Yeah, she would. “Okay. But I’ll drop you off at the store.”
Karen blew out a breath and her shoulders relaxed a bit. “Fine. I’m glad you’ll get some sleep. I’m usually the only one in on Monday mornings, so Marg and I will be fine, don’t worry.”
Allan made sure Karen’s power was on at the store before he left to get some sleep. He made sure to get a kiss before he left and made her promise to teach them how to make chocolates later.
As he drove back home, he thought this was working out even better than he had hoped. He and Zander were able to provide Karen with a lovely home to stay in with them, hopefully permanently. She felt comfortable enough there to make them breakfast and she wasn’t balking at teaching them more about her business. She even cared about how much sleep they got. Progress with the lovely Karen was damn good.
* * * *
The day went by quickly for Karen. She did as much as she could with her injured hand, which was a fair amount. She needed to get some chocolates made and that didn’t happen, but she hoped she could get the men to help her with that tomorrow. She was pretty sure she would need mostly two hands for that.
Allan and Zander had arrived at the store around two in the afternoon and offered to help her with the chocolate. She declined, preferring to make it in the morning, when the heat and humidity were at the minimum. They still helped in the store while she caught up on paperwork.
They cooked dinner out back of the house. Allan and Zander had a bricked area that spanned about two-thirds of the length of the house and a path wandered around to the front porch. The patio was in two levels and housed their oversized barbeque, patio set, and lounge chairs.
“That barbeque makes you look like you’re compensating or something,” Karen observed in a teasing tone when she saw the massive shiny cooking implement. It had a huge cooking surface, two side burners, and they could probably get a thirty pound turkey on the spit.
Zander laughed at her and pulled her against him, crushing his pelvis against hers. “You’ve seen our packages. Do you really think we need to compensate?”
Karen snorted and smacked his shoulder with her injured hand.
“Ow! That wasn’t
smart.” She grimaced and cradled her hand. “I guess I deserved it.”
Both men chuckled, just a little, and kissed her finger.
They ate dinner on the patio, enjoying what little breeze there was. After dinner they stretched out on the lounge furniture and had a beer together in the fading light. Well, the men had a beer, and Karen had a cooler. It had been another hot and humid day. There were some clouds to the west again, and all three wondered if they would get another thunderstorm.
“I wish this heat would just break and get it over with,” groused Karen.
“I agree.” Allan stretched in his chair. “It gets a bit much to take after a while.”
“At least we won’t get called out for another storm,” Zander noted. “I do so hate it when we get interrupted.”
“Don’t jinx us.” Allan winced. “You say that and a hurricane will blow through and we’ll be out doing clean up—holidays or not.”
“That can happen?” Karen asked, her eyes wide.
“Yeah, if there’s a widespread outage due to a storm or something that takes down a ton of trees, we get to go out no matter what.” Allan swallowed the last of his beer. Zander stood and held out his hand to take the empty bottles.
When he returned, Zander sat on the lounger beside her. He wrapped his strong arm around her shoulders and drew her body close to his. He held her tight and tucked her head under his chin. He sighed and Karen could feel his body relax as he cradled her.
“I love having you here with us,” he murmured. “Makes the place feel more like a home than a house.”
Karen wasn’t sure how to reply to that. She wasn’t there permanently. It was just for a few days until she could convince them she’d be fine, even with her injured hand. It would suck when she left, but if she stayed, she’d be a deceitful bitch.
“I’m glad you think so,” she replied neutrally, then added more emphatically. “I am glad of your help.”
Zander rubbed her back in slow circles. His hand was on her lower back in just the right spot above the cheeks of her ass. She almost melted into him. Damn, it felt so good to be there with the two sexy men she had dreamed of. This wasn’t forever, but she was working hard to give herself permission to enjoy them for at least a little while.
Her eyes were half shut and she missed seeing Allan get up and come over to the two of them. “It’s getting late. Why don’t we go up to bed and relax a little?” He offered Karen his hand, a tiny smile at one corner of his mouth as he looked at her with heat in his eyes.
Chapter 13
Karen took Allan’s offered hand and Zander kept his hand on her back as she stood. They headed up the stairs, Allan leading her, not letting go of her hand. and Zander came behind, caressing her back and bottom as they went.
The excitement in Allan’s eyes and Zander’s caresses were certainly getting a response from Karen’s body. She was aware of the friction of her bra against her hard nipples and she was afraid that her crotch was wet clear through her shorts. Her skin seemed to be extra sensitive right now, almost tingling wherever her men touched her.
In the bedroom, Zander wasted no time in pulling her T-shirt over her head. He stepped back then and seemed to admire her. That was what it looked like, anyway. He had a naughty glint in his eyes and a lazy smile as he took in her breasts. He reached forward and cupped them with his callused hands, thumbs rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.
Leaning forward, he kissed the top of each globe and caressed his way around to her back and undid the clasp. Slowly, he allowed the straps to slip off her shoulders. He drew the cups down, a little at a time, revealing her areolae, then her nipples before releasing them fully.
“I’ll never get tired of such a beautiful sight.” Allan was watching them from beside the bed. He had already removed his clothes and his large cock jutted from the juncture of his thighs. He strode forward and took Karen’s hand, pulling her to the bed. He knelt in front of her and undid the button on her shorts. No slow teasing for Allan, he pulled them and her underwear off in one smooth motion. He stepped her out of them and tossed the garments aside. Licking his way up her thigh, he placed a hand behind her knee and tilted her back onto the bed.
She moved toward the middle and watched Allan follow her. He crawled half overtop her, reminding Karen of a predator. She shivered in anticipation of being his prey. Her heart fluttered like a bird about to be taken by a hawk. The bed dipped and sheets rustled as her other predator, Zander, flanked her from the other side.
Now between the two men, they lay her back, each covering half of her body with theirs. Four hands began slow caresses of her as Allan kissed her lips. Karen wanted to relax into the sensual exploration of her mouth by Allan’s tongue, but the touches of their hands were keying her up.
Zander licked his way across her shoulder and down her chest, capturing her nipple in his mouth. He suckled, slowly increasing the intensity until she had to tear her mouth away from Allan’s to cry out. At that point Zander slid down to her pussy and Allan took control of her other nipple.
Zander placed openmouthed kisses up and down her thighs. He had her legs apart and she could feel the cool air on her heated labia. As Allan continued to worship her breasts, Karen wiggled to try and get Zander’s mouth where it would do her more good—on her clit. Instead he just placed a big hand on her mound and held her still.
Karen moaned, partly from pleasure, partly from frustration. Her skin was damp, heated by the sexy men’s attentions to her body. Her awareness of her immediate vicinity seemed heightened.
She could feel every breath of air over her sensitized skin, every little brush of lips on her body, every manly hair that touched her. She could hear each moan and whisper, the slippery sound of skin on sheets and the wet sucking sounds of mouths on her body. The smell of sex hung in the room. Karen could smell her own arousal and a deeper, muskier scent that belonged to Allan and Zander.
As her orgasm built in her, Karen surrendered to the sensations. She had tried to keep a bit of herself back, to tell herself this was a casual relationship and not to fully engage her soul, but she couldn’t manage it in the beautiful heat of this moment. Just as she fully surrendered, her orgasm hit her. Wave after wave of pleasure crested and broke, sweeping through her body and she lost her senses of the rest of the world, focused only on the pleasure.
When she came back from the blissful tide, Zander was looming over her.
“Welcome back, Karen,” he murmured, a half smile on his face. Karen saw a bit of smug satisfaction in his eyes and a whole lot of lust.
“Hey,” she breathed, then silently berated herself. Hey? Really? Yeah, that’s going to win an award for vocabulary expertise.
She stopped with the negative self-talk as Zander kissed her deeply and she felt the push of his cock at her entrance. “You ready?” he whispered.
All Karen could do was nod. The tenderness in his tone and the stillness of his body let her know if she said, “no” or “wait,” he would have pulled away instantly. There was no way he would do anything she wasn’t ready for.
A strangled moan came out of Zander as he slowly eased into her. “You. Feel So good,” he managed to get out.
Karen couldn’t manage any words, but she knew Zander felt damn good, too. His large cock stretched her, forcing her to feel every inch of him opening her tight sheath. She started to tilt her hips up to him, wanting more. She could already feel another climax starting to swell inside her.
“More? Is that what you want?” Zander’s voice was tight and he panted as he stilled.
“Ah, yes! Zander please, I need—” Karen couldn’t form the words, just knew she needed Zander to move and not hold back. She tried to writhe beneath him, but his large body had her pinned. Even so, she managed to thrust her hips, taking more of his dick. The sharp, stretching invasion was exquisite.
Karen’s begging got her results as Zander ceased his slow advance and began to fuck her in earnest. He gave her sharp,
heavy thrusts with some sort of twist at the end that had her gasping. She heard moaning and begging and realized it was her own voice she was hearing.
As her climax hit, she heard her own scream and Zander’s hiss of “Fuck, yes!” as he ground deep inside her. His cock pulsed and they came down together, Zander rocking slowly and gently in and out of her.
“Zander, that was incredible,” Karen whispered, her voice hoarse.
“You’re the incredible one.” Zander eased out of her, and Karen was relieved to see he had used a condom. She had forgotten in the heat of the moment. Yes, she was clean and on birth control, but still. What did it say about them that she got so carried away she forgot?
* * * *
“That was amazing to watch.”
Allan truly meant his words. Watching Zander take Karen was tremendously erotic and satisfying. Not sexually satisfying, but knowing the two of them were so good together gave him satisfaction of a different kind. Just knowing they were good as couples as well as a trio gave him a measure of security.
It didn’t, however, relieve him of the aching hard-on he had from watching the two of them. He watched Karen as Zander gently wiped between her thighs. She had a slightly rumpled and very sated look on her face, but he didn’t see any twitch that would betray soreness. Thank God. He desperately wanted to love their woman, but if she was too sore, he would sleep with a hard-on.
Zander settled on Karen’s other side, winking at Allan. “You’re gonna love her sweet pussy,” he informed his friend.
Allan slipped closer to Karen and kissed her as he caressed her breast. His hand wandered down to the cheeks of her ass. Her skin was so soft there. He kneaded and Karen sighed and thrust her bum into his hand. He moved lower and parted her cheeks a little and found her anus.
“Anyone ever play with you here?” he whispered in her ear.
Karen froze and there was a heavy silence for a second.