by Bobbi Brattz
“Oh, I have a laundry room…somewhere around here.”
“Well, you’d best start picking up your things and bring them to it. We’re going to clean your house now.”
He pointed to a small room down the hall. Layla tripped over something on the floor then glared at him. Her mind was now occupied with his home rather than the stalker, and she found focus. Keeping busy was the best medicine for her, so she dug in.
“Where is your laundry detergent?”
“Um…I don’t have any.”
“Logan, I’m going to give you a list of things to get at the store. If we’re staying here for a few days, we’re going to make it comfortable. Understand?”
He gave Van a helpless look, but he only shrugged.
An hour later, the laundry was sorted into piles. Logan went to the store and bought the food and supplies they needed, and Van was washing dishes.
Layla rubbed her aching back as she placed a mop and pail on the floor.
“I’ll help you with the dishes in a few minutes. The floor can wait until we’re done. When Logan comes back, we’ll clean his bedroom. I assume you’ll be talking to him about our…idea?”
Van dropped the tea towel and walked over to her. Lifting her chin with his finger, he leaned down and kissed her gently. She threw her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss until she forgot all about Logan and the stalker. When Van came up for air, she pressed her finger to his lips to stop him from continuing.
“We have a lot of work to do before we can go there.” Her heart raced, heat flowing through her veins as her core clenched in response, but she maintained her focus and dealt with the issues she could fix, rather than the ones she had no control over.
“I hear Logan’s car.”
“Good. I want to get the laundry started. Would you mind finishing the dishes?”
Caressing her cheek with his finger, he nodded. “I’d do anything for you, honey.”
“You are so sweet.”
“I’m back,” Logan yelled from the front room. When he came into the kitchen, he had a silly grin on his face.
“What?” Van asked him.
“I almost forgot where to buy groceries. It’s been a long time. I usually eat at the fire hall or on the road.”
“Well, by this time tomorrow, not only will you have your house in shipshape, but I’ll cook you a dinner that will put all those other meals to shame.”
Once he’d placed the groceries on the now clean table, he sighed.
“I never even thought about cleaning up. This was thrown at me so fast. Sorry, Layla.”
“I’ll go throw the first load into the washer. Maybe we should check the bedrooms before we go any further.”
“Oh, I only have one bedroom. There’s a king−sized bed and a dresser. It’s not a big room though.”
“That’s okay. It probably looks small because you can’t find the floor,” she teased. “Let’s go take a look.”
When he opened the door, she was surprised. The mess was minimal.
“Let’s get your sheets in the wash now. Strip it down, boys.”
Van looked surprised, while Logan raised his eyebrow, a silly grin on his face.
“I meant the bed, not you.” She laughed, all of the upset from earlier forgotten. “I’ll be in the laundry room starting the first load. Bring the sheets as soon as you get them off the bed.
“Yes, ma’am,” Van and Logan said together.
By the time they’d finished, it was late, but working together, they’d accomplished a miracle and found all the floors and furniture without the mess.
“Wow, I never knew I had a living room before.” Logan laughed, hugging Layla.
She cringed, but let him.
“You are awesome.”
“Now that we’ve fixed everything up, Layla and I need to talk to you.”
“What’s up, Van?”
Barely able to hide a smile, Van’s eyes betrayed him, the humor vivid in them.
“Layla and I want to know if you’d be interested in having a ménage a trois with us.”
She choked on the drink she sipped, her throat burning from swallowing too much. Unable to look at Logan, she kept her eyes down until he answered.
“I’m stunned. I’ll have to think about it⎯okay! I’m game.”
At his quick decision, Van and Layla laughed, Logan’s charm and good humor easing her nerves. He reminded her of a kid in a candy store, excited about the prospect of something new.
“Well, I suppose we should eat something. It’s getting late, and I’m famished,” she said, trying to avoid moving too fast into the bedroom.
“That’s easy enough to do. I’ll make dinner. It’s a simple speed dial away. I have every fast food restaurant programmed into my phone.”
Fighting back laughter, Layla held her stomach, tears in her eyes.
“You are such a card, Logan.”
“Layla, my dove, you have no idea.”
“Why don’t we order in Chinese?” Van suggested.
Logan nodded. “Deal. I’ll pour the drinks.”
“As long as it’s only one for us. Layla can get as drunk as she wants, but you and I are on duty.”
At the reminder of her stalker, she fell silent. “I’d rather stay sober, too. That one drink was enough for me.”
“That’s your decision. At least you can’t blame Van and me for trying.”
Van cupped her chin in his fingers.
“You’re safe here, honey. I promise you.”
She moved in close, hugging him. When his arms encircled her, she did indeed feel safe with them both.
After Logan called the restaurant, they settled down in the living room for a break. He shook his head, scanning the room as though he’d never seen it before.
“I can’t believe I live here. What a bonus. I get two maids moving in with me, as well as a hearty meal. I did good!”
With his arm still around her waist, Van leaned over and kissed her neck, nuzzling her earlobe with his teeth.
“You are a wonder, Layla. No matter what you’ve been through, you find your strength and move on.”
A bark of sarcastic laughter escaped as she answered. “Don’t kid yourself. I may look okay on the outside, but on the inside, I’m really shaking.”
“You have every right to be afraid, however, with two such handsome and debonair men around, you’ll be fine.”
“Logan, you’re a nut bar.” Layla couldn’t help but like him. With such a good sense of humor, he made her feel less stressed and able to relax.
When the doorbell rang, Logan and Van both moved to the door to make sure that it was indeed the delivery person. The food was hot and ready. They carried it to the kitchen, and Layla unpacked it.
“You boys can get the plates out. Don’t forget the napkins.”
Van looked over at Logan and shrugged. “It’s like having my mother here.”
“Not mine,” Logan said. “My mother would be waiting for me to serve her, and she sure doesn’t look like Layla.”
“Let’s eat.” She passed them both plates and took her own, spooning food onto it. Though she was hungry, her nerves were not up to par as she thought about the night to come. Two handsome men all to herself, and neither one of them made her feel afraid.
Logan had a manly, spicy scent on him that made her drool, or was it his looks? She was the last person in the world to choose a lover because of his appearance, but with his wavy blond hair and those aqua-green eyes, it was hard not to like him immediately. Layla found it more important to know the man within the incredible body, and Logan passed with flying colors. She’d known him since high school. He’d hung around Kona and Van in those days. She could only imagine what kind of messes the three of them got into back then.
“Do you two still get into trouble when it comes to women?” she asked, biting back a smile.
Van grinned, but Logan placed his hand over his heart and acted shocked that she’d asked.
/> “I’m surprised that you’d think we would ever get into trouble, Layla. You know we are good boys.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was such a character. For a moment, she thought about having him deep inside her, and suddenly her face flushed with heat. Van watched her with speculation in his eyes. She could only imagine what he was thinking about.
“Good boys? I hope you won’t be tonight.” Her voice was lower, and she had to clear her throat as she realized how that sounded.
Both men stopped cold, staring at her with open mouths. They obviously didn’t think she would be so daring.
“I’m full.” Layla pushed her plate away, dipping her finger into the lemon sauce and licking it off slowly, her eyes on them.
Van swallowed hard, his eyes filling with passion. When she looked at Logan, he was watching her finger as she licked it, his lips parted.
“What’s for dessert?”
Both men sat up, crying, “You!”
Chapter Seven:
Dessert for Three
Layla giggled and backed away from the table, taking her dish to the sink.
“You are not doing dishes tonight,” Van said in a low growl, stepping in behind her to slip his arms around her waist. His touch was like a match to tinder, lighting a fire in her belly when he kissed her neck.
For a minute, Logan was silent, as though he wasn’t sure what to expect, but he jumped out of his seat and took her hand, inserting her finger into his mouth. He began sucking and licking it as though she still had lemon on it. Butterflies rolled in her core with awakening desire.
When he turned her hand over, palm facing up, and began caressing it with his tongue, her knees felt weak. Van was wreaking havoc on her sensitive skin, nibbling on her earlobe.
“You two are certainly making an impression on me,” she whispered, breathless.
“Let’s go see what clean sheets smell like,” Van murmured against her throat.
Layla could barely walk, she was so excited.
When Logan stopped, his expression pained, backing up, she gazed at him in question.
“What’s wrong? Where are you going?”
“I’m going to lock down the place and check the neighborhood for unwanted firebugs. I’ll meet you both in there soon…that is, if I can walk.” He looked down at his pants, and she followed his eyes to see that he was hard, his pants awfully tight. Based on the size of the bulge, she was sure she’d be sore in the morning. Van was in a similar position.
The power she had over them caused her pulse to race, her heart pounding with electrifying passion, wanting both men. The thought of what would happen in the bedroom threw the need to do the dishes out the window.
Van turned her around and stared into her eyes, searching for something. After an endless moment, he lowered his head, his lips touching hers tentatively until she responded. Wild with desire, she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue alongside his. She was pleased that she’d caught on fast, and delved further. Her hands rested over his heart, sensing his passion as well.
* * * *
Logan took a deep fortifying breath as he stepped outside. Birds and insects sang around him. He couldn’t believe that Layla had turned into such a wanton. All the years he’d known her, she’d been a shy, quiet woman.
When she did the fire dance, he usually watched her, breathless with her skills and beauty. He’d wanted her since they were teens, but she’d been so silent, watching everyone from afar.
It amazed him, the transformation into such a carefree sex partner. Even with her life in jeopardy, she gave herself to them. He couldn’t wait to see what happened in the bedroom.
He’d always watched her when the clients surrounded her, most of the men offering her an evening out, yet she turned down each and every one of them. The fact that Van began a sexual relationship with her overnight surprised him. Layla had blossomed before their eyes.
After checking the perimeter of the house, he rushed back inside to see more of her. He rubbed his hands together, excited at what was to come.
* * * *
By the time Logan came back, she was damp with cream, embarrassed to lose herself so quickly.
Van swept her up in his arms and took her to the bedroom, placing her on the clean sheets. With Logan hot on their tails once he’d finished his chores, she shivered with desire. It ruled her head as both men began their sweet assault, kissing her over and over again, covering every inch of her body, beginning at her lips. When Logan pressed his lips to her temple, she moaned, craving more.
“You are so beautiful, Layla,” Logan whispered, his hands caressing her breasts, his lips following to capture her turgid nipple through the material of her tank top, his teeth grazing her tender skin.
“Wait!” she cried, suddenly unsure of herself.
Van and Logan stopped, staring down at her.
“Are you sure about this?” Van asked, cupping her cheek with his palm as he rubbed gently over her lower lip with his thumb.
“I…yes, but I need a moment.”
She sat up, taking a deep breath. They waited patiently, allowing her some time to recover. A riot of emotions rolled through her veins. Could she continue with thoughts of that one man hurting her? She didn’t know, but was determined to battle her fears.
“Layla, if you don’t want to, now is the time to stop. We both want you, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”
“Van, I’m okay now. I know you won’t hurt me or do anything I don’t want. What I do want is to push aside my past and move forward.”
Curious, Logan asked, “Do I need to know something about your past?”
Shaking his head, Van pushed her back down ever so gently. She was ready.
“I’m okay now. Thank you for being so patient with me.”
Logan leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, a sweet kiss of promise. When he deepened it, she responded without reservation. Soft and tender, his mouth commanded hers, stirring up the butterflies deep down in her core. She stopped, smiling at him as she studied his face.
“You both are great kissers, but I think we should have a contest to see who can make me swoon,” Layla teased, laughing at the surprised look in Logan’s eyes.
“A contest? I’d win hands down.”
“Logan, you’re full of it. I would.” Van’s grin was infectious.
“Well? I’m waiting.”
“Layla, you have no idea what you’re asking of us,” Van commented, leaning in close to capture her lips and prove his expertise.
When he stopped, watching her eyes, Van waited for her decision. Logan took over right away, keeping her breathless as he sucked on her lower lip and tugged at it gently with his sharp teeth. She didn’t have a moment’s break as Van began kissing her neck, while Logan lifted her top and captured her breast, nibbling and licking her skin all the way down to her navel. Her finger nails dug into their shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure.
Quickly they stripped her shirt and shorts off. She moaned, shifting her hips as she thought about having them both inside her. Van and Logan followed suit and undressed as fast as they could, returning to continue their onslaught of passion.
Panting, Layla sucked in a deep breath and murmured, “It’s a tie, but keep going.”
Both men chuckled, continuing their sweet assault. It turned out to be an endless thing as they worshiped her body. Moaning, she showed her approval, threading her fingers through their short hair.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, aching to be filled.
“Your wish is our command,” Van said, sliding his fingers along her body until he found her pussy, inserting one finger into her channel. Hips rising off the bed, Layla responded without question.
“That feels so good. Give me more,” she begged, her pelvis clenching with passion.
Van snickered. “You are an impatient one. Here, I’ll lie on my back. Straddle me, honey, and I’ll take you for a ride.”
“I’m h
ere, too,” Logan admonished, a wide grin on his face, ready to do his part. “We only want to give you pleasure, my sweet. Let yourself go.”
Eyes closed, Layla did as Van asked, and climbed on top of him, the length of his hard cock pressing against her entrance. She had to keep her hands on his chest to prevent falling off, such was her excitement. Without waiting for further instructions, she impaled herself on him, his wild growl turning her on like no other. She clenched her womb, a riot of sensations rolling through it. Breathless, she began to move up and down, her body welcoming his invasion.
“Van!” she cried out, shifting her hips as she welcomed his hard cock. “That feels so good⎯what can we do about your competition?” Her low, husky laughter caused him to twitch within, making her gasp.
Fisting his cock, Logan watched them with speculation as he stroked it.
Slow and easy, Van moved within her channel, hissing as her tight muscles clamped down on him. When he glanced over at Logan, he nodded.
“You’re the one with experience in a ménage. Where do you want to go from here?”
A wicked grin spread on his face as he sat up.
“Well, first of all, we can both be inside her. Are you willing to try it, Layla?”
Shocked, she nodded. “I would like to try. Will it hurt?”
“It will be pure pleasure, I promise. At anytime, if you feel uncomfortable, we’ll stop…I hope.” He winked at her then moved around behind her. “There’s some lubricant in the drawer,” Logan said, his tone bordering on a whisper.
The expression on Van’s face was strained as she paused to let Logan move in. Once he’d put the gel on his cock, he began kissing her back, following a trail down to her midsection, his hands holding her hips steady as he placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Van groaned as he held his place without moving.
“I’ll go slowly, my sweet. Lean forward and rest your arms on Van’s chest.”
She did as he bid and waited, tensing up as he eased forward, careful not to harm her. His cock swelled and thickened as it slid alongside Van’s. She moaned deeply, her neck arching as pleasure raced through her veins.