by Anne Rainey
Now, two days later, Tory couldn’t even bring herself to get any work done on the latest website she was setting up for a new client. Worse, she’d been sleeping on the couch instead of in her own bed. Summer had called several times, but she’d avoided her. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized the truth. She missed Devon and Con. She wanted them back in her life. And not just a friends, either. What a mess.
Tuesday night, and she looked like hell. She hadn’t showered, her laundry was piling up, and her house was a pigsty. The solution to her depression was stupidly obvious. All she needed to do was pick up the phone and call Devon. He and Con would be at her door within minutes. Her misery would be over. So why was she hesitating?
Easy—because loving two men wasn’t normal. Guilt washed over her every time she thought of the night she’d spent in Con’s bed. Guilt and arousal. Not a happy combo.
Forget about them and get a damn shower already, she told her dismal reflection. Nothing happened, of course. That’s what happens when you’re miserable. You stay that way until something or someone kicks you out of it.
Her doorbell rang, and her heartbeat sped up. Could it be Devon and Con? Had they finally stopped waiting on her to come to them? When she heard Summer call out to her to open the damn door or she’d break it down, Tory’s hopes plummeted.
She left the bathroom and headed out to the front room. “Go away!”
“Open it, Tory.”
Tory grumbled under her breath, but secretly she was pleased to have the company. Anything was preferable to wallowing in her own gloomy thoughts. She moved to the door, flipped the lock and pulled the door wide.
“Look, I’m not in the mood for company right now, okay?”
Summer pushed her way inside. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, and I want to know why.” She looked around, sniffed the air and screwed up her nose in disgust. “No offense, sweetie, but your house stinks.”
“Yeah, well, I like the smell.” Tory crossed her arms over her chest and tried not to gag when she realized she’d forgotten to take out the trash.
Summer arched her brow. “First, you’re going to get your skinny blonde butt in the shower. Afterwards, we’re going to clean up this mess. Then we’re going to have a nice little chat.”
Tory weighed the merits of denying her lifelong friend, but knew it wasn’t worth it. Besides, she did sort of need a good washing. “I think I’m going to go shower.”
Summer nodded. “Good choice. I’ll get started out here.”
“Whatever.” Tory started out of the room, trying really hard not to look at her bed as she passed it on the way to the bathroom. The sight of the bed made her think of Con’s bed and the night the three of them had shared. Her stomach knotted. Would she ever know pleasure like that again? Was it possible to have a happy future with not one, but two men? As she peeled out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, Tory let her mind drift to that night. The way the men had made her feel. It went beyond sex. They’d cherished her. Loved her. No other man would ever be able to hold a candle to Devon and Con. The mere thought of sharing her body with another sent a cold chill down her spine. They’d ruined her for anyone else. Damn, there she went again. Crying like a baby. She hated crying. She thought she’d cried herself dry. Apparently not.
After Tory finished her shower, she slipped into a clean pair of heather-grey cotton shorts and a white tank. She wrapped her hair in a fluffy cotton towel and went to see if Summer had made a dent in the filth. Tory was surprised to see the living room tidied and Summer doing the dishes. Summer looked over at her and nodded. “Get a rag and wipe a few inches of dust off those coffee tables in there. After I finish here, I’ll make us some of that herbal tea your mom bought for you and we can talk about what’s bothering you.”
Tory bent down and grabbed the furniture polish from underneath the sink and a few paper towels. “Tea sounds great, but I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled.
“Too bad. You could have come to me, but you didn’t. So, you lose, I win. We talk.”
“Geez, when did you get so assertive?”
Summer laughed. “Gage is wearing off on me, I guess.”
For the first time since Christmas Eve, Tory felt a smile curving her lips. An honest-to-God smile. Even as kids, Summer could always make her smile when Tory thought all she was capable of was crying.
Tory went to work on the dust. An hour later, her house looked livable again and no longer smelled of old garbage. Summer poked a finger in the direction of the round kitchen table. Tory took the hint and sat, while Summer served the tea.
Feeling like she should say something, Tory blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’m sorry for being such a Grumpy Gus. I’m lucky to have a friend like you. I really mean that, Summer.”
“We’re lucky to have each other,” Summer said as she sat in the chair across from her. “But that’s not the issue right now. Tell me what’s wrong. What happened on your date with Devon?”
Tory stiffened. “What makes you think this has anything to do with Devon?”
Summer frowned as she spooned way too much sugar into her tiny cup of tea. “You’ve been in a funk ever since that night. So, give it up.”
“It’s not just about Devon. It involves Con too.”
“What involves Con? I’m confused. I thought this was like a lover’s quarrel or something.”
No way could Summer know about the sex. It wasn’t possible. “Devon and I are friends, not lovers,” Tory hedged.
“Maybe that’s what you’ve always told yourself, but I’ve seen the way you look at him when he’s not aware. And I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” She stopped, then added, “What happened at the party, Tory?”
Tory wrapped her hands around the steaming mug. This was one of those moments. Sort of like ripping off a bandage, she needed to get it over with fast and with as little pain as possible. “I made love to Devon and Con. At the same time. In Con’s bed. And it was fan-freaking-tastic. Okay? Are you happy now?”
Summer’s eyes widened. “Whoa! Both of them? Like, at once?”
Tory slumped, feeling guilty all over again. “Yeah, both of them like at once. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“And you wish it had never happened?” she asked gently.
“Actually, no.” Tory felt heat filling her cheeks. “I mean, yeah, I feel guilty, but I…I think I’m in love with them. Both.”
“Wow,” Summer whispered, then fell silent as she sipped her tea.
After several seconds, Tory couldn’t stand the silence any longer. “Do you think I’m horrible?”
Summer put her cup down, reached across the table and covered Tory’s hand with her own. “Don’t be ridiculous. I would never think that, Tory. I do have one question, though.”
Tory snorted. When a woman spills her deepest darkest secret, it made everything else seem like a piece of cake. “I’m an open book. Shoot.”
“Do you have any chocolate around here? I think we need it to think this through properly.”
Tory laughed, feeling better already. Apparently, confession really was good for the soul. Pointing toward the freezer, she said, “There’s a bar on the door.”
“Ah yes. I nearly forgot, you always keep a few one-pounders in there for emergencies.” Summer stood and went to the fridge.
“I don’t know what to do, Summer. It was supposed to be one night. Something wild and fun. But now, I think I’m in love with them. How crazy, right?”
Summer broke off a cold piece of the sweet bit of heaven and handed it to her. She sat back down at the table and stared at her as she ate. It was only after they finished off every last crumb of the chocolate bar that she spoke again. “How do Devon and Con feel? Were they just out for a good time?”
“No. They both talked about wanting a relationship with me.”
“They care. That’s a good thing, Tory.”
“I know, but both of them? That’s not norm
al.”
“Ah, so that’s what’s bothering you. It’s unconventional.”
Tory shrugged and toyed with the lip of her cup. “I’ve always imagined a relationship like what my Nana and Grandpa had. Falling in love and having kids, then living all happily-ever-after.”
“You can have that with Devon and Con. It’ll be difficult, but what relationship is easy?”
Tory frowned. “This isn’t just difficult. This is a mess.”
“You’ve been miserable ever since you left them. I know what that feels like, and it’s no fun.”
“You mean because after Seth died you were miserable?”
“Seth’s death devastated me. I didn’t think I’d get through it. With the help of friends, I did. But that’s not what I mean.”
“Then what?” The towel on her head slipped to the side, so she yanked it off and threw it over the chair next to her.
“Gage. He and I spent some really wonderful nights together. I felt guilty, like I was betraying Seth somehow. It wasn’t until Gage went back to Ohio that I realized I didn’t want to live without him. I didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself, but Gage had slipped under my radar. I fell in love with him and it scared me. That fear, had I let it, could’ve ruined my second chance at happiness. Don’t let fear ruin this chance, Tory. Talk to Devon and Con. Tell them how you feel.”
Tory stared at her tea, mulling over Summer’s words. “I don’t know, Summer. I’m so scared.”
“What do you really have to lose?”
“What will people think? What will my parents think?”
Summer waved the words away. “I’ve met your parents. They’re going to have a hard time at first. But they’ll adjust. They only want to see you happy, and you know it. Stop making excuses.”
“You’re right, I am making excuses.”
Summer started to speak, but the doorbell rang. She quirked a brow and said, “I bet I know who that is.”
Tory’s stomach bottomed out. “They’re done waiting on me to come to them.”
“Go to them, sweetie. Be honest with them. Be honest with yourself. It’ll work out, you’ll see.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“You’ll come to me and we’ll cry together.”
“Thanks, Summer. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Back atcha, babe.” Summer winked as she stood. “'I'll let myself out the back door.”
It’d been too long. Devon had waited by the phone, willing it to ring. Willing the woman of his dreams to call and put him out of his torment. He’d gone over their night together in minute detail. Her expressive blue eyes, petite, curvy body and that tight little ass. He’d never been so obsessed with a woman. Now, as he saw her with her hair damp, her face free of makeup, and wearing a tight pair of grey shorts and a cute little white tank, Devon’s cock swelled and hardened. He had to shift on his feet to keep his dick from feeling strangled. Glancing over at Con, Devon saw the same raw need. The same desperate hunger. The past two days had been hell for the both of them.
“We wanted to know if you’ve made a decision yet.”
Devon had tried to stay away. He’d had every intention of waiting for her. But frustration won out. He needed to know if she was going to cut them loose or give them a chance to have something more, something beautiful. Of course, his dick just wanted another shot at paradise. And there was no reasoning with it, either. He’d stayed semi-hard since dropping Tory off after the party.
She motioned them inside. “Thought you two were going to give me time to think? What happened to that?”
Devon entered the small living room, Con came in behind him. “We gave you exactly two days, five hours and…” Con checked his watch, then looked back up at her. “Thirteen minutes.”
“Gee, thanks for the update,” Tory said, as she toyed with the hem of her tank. This close, Devon could smell her clean scent, as well as that damn coconut shampoo she was so fond of. She crossed her legs at the ankles, and Devon barely contained a groan. God, she looked good. The dressed-up version was downright edible. But the fresh-from-a-shower look was freaking delicious.
“You look good, baby,” Con growled. “Real good.”
He saw Tory’s eyes light with humor. She was so pretty when she smiled. It’d been way too long since he’d seen her smile. “I look awful, but thanks.” She started to fidget. As if trying to figure out how to tell him the bad news? Or was it good news.
“I’ve always found the direct approach works best, sugar.” Devon forced a note of lightheartedness into his voice. A lightheartedness he wasn’t even close to feeling at that moment.
Tory shrugged, then blurted, “I’m willing.”
Devon tensed. Con stepped closer, nearly touching. “Willing?” they said in unison.
“The other night was…wonderful. It was beyond anything I ever imagined. I don’t want to go the rest of my life wondering what could have been.”
Devon cursed and closed the gap separating them. “Damn good answer, sugar,” he murmured before dipping his head and tasting heaven. Oh hell, yeah. The woman was made for loving. Damn, he’d missed her taste. Her scent. Even her sassy mouth. No woman had ever gotten to him the way she did. It was as if she knew just which buttons to push. It pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.
As he devoured Tory’s plump lips, Con moved up behind her and wrapped an arm around her stomach, then pressed his lips to her neck. Tory moaned and twined her arms around Devon’s neck, melting back against Con. Devon teased his tongue back and forth over the seam of her lips, only too pleased when she parted and let him enter. Devon ached to be inside her tight heat. He released her long enough to flip the lock on her front door—he wasn’t about to be interrupted. Bending at the knees, Devon lifted her into his arms and took her to the couch. He sat her carefully on the cushion.
“Clothes,” she ordered.
Great minds, Devon thought. Within seconds, they were all three naked. Devon dropped to his knees and buried his face into the warmth of her pussy. “Son of a bitch, I missed you.” He reached around and palmed her buttocks. He squeezed and felt her shudder.
“We need you, baby,” Con admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “Only you.”
“It’s the same for me, Con,” Tory cried, burying her fingers into Devon’s hair.
Devon stood, turned Tory around so she was on her knees facing the back of the couch, then sank his cock deep. Tory shouted his name, throwing her head back and clutching on to the cushion.
“Jesus, that’s good, Tory. Tight and hot. Like a loving fist milking me dry.” In fact it was a little too good. “Condom. Damn, I forgot.”
“I-I’m on the Pill. And clean. Please don’t leave me,” she pleaded. “Not now, Devon. Please.”
Music to his ears. “I’m clean too and I’m not going anywhere, sugar.” For emphasis, Devon pushed deeper, filling her completely.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Con softly ordered. “I want those pretty lips around my dick.”
Tory’s eyelids fluttered open. With her gaze locked on Con, she leaned forward and took his cock in both hands and kissed the tip. Con snarled. “Suck it. Don’t fucking tease me, little girl.”
Tory grinned, then licked him from balls to tip. Devon watched her mouth work as he fucked her tight cunt. “Such a good girl,” Devon praised. “Swallow that cock real sweet for Con.”
Devon fucked her harder, faster, thrusting into her, while Tory sucked on Con’s cock. Her cheeks hollowed, and Con cursed. “I’m going to come, baby. Pull out now if you don’t want a mouthful.”
Tory moaned and appeared to clamp down harder. Con grabbed the back of her head and held her in a firm grip as he came, shouting her name. Devon pulled his dick all the way out, then slammed back into her once, twice. Tory erupted all around him, inner muscles tightening, her juices bathing him. He arched his neck as flesh slapped against flesh. She cried his name, climaxing once more. Devon exploded, emptyi
ng every last drop of his seed into her hot cunt.
Slumping over her, all three of them exhausted and sweating, Devon muttered, “You’re incredible, sugar. So damn incredible.”
“Yeah, what Devon said.” Con groaned as he collapsed onto the couch next to Tory.
Tory laughed and shifted around. Devon’s cock slipped free and he already missed the contact. “I don’t know about incredible, but I do feel like the luckiest woman in the world right about now.”
Devon’s head shot up at the shyly uttered words. “And why is that?”
She turned and kissed his cheek, then did the same to Con. “Because I have the two of you. Almost makes me feel a tad selfish.” She winked as a small grin escaped. “Almost.”
Devon took her face in his hands. “You’re our best friend and the only woman we’ve ever wanted to share our lives with.”
“Devon’s right,” Con said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her into his side. “You’re the only one, baby.”
Tory settled against Con. Devon couldn’t help but notice how right it seemed to see her there. “So, what are we going to do for New Year’s?”
Devon and Con both chuckled. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Tory stroked a hand over Devon’s abdomen. His cock immediately responded to the feathery touch. “Mmm, I can’t wait.”
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