by L. A. Boruff
Dante, Keegan, and Logan have been my best friends since grade school when they teamed up to rescue me from the school bully. Just thinking of Bratty Brad makes me shiver; that was one awful little boy. I love them all in different ways. And if I’m being honest with myself, I love them all as friends and more.
I groan as the song ends just as I dip my head under the water to wet myself completely. The slight floral smell of my shampoo surrounds me as I wash my hair then smother my shoulder length red hair in conditioner that I will let soak in while I finish my bath. As I shave my legs and other body parts smooth, I can’t help but torture myself over what kind of person loves three men. Loves not just three men that are her best friends but best friends to each other. Only a freaking masochist, that’s who.
With all my bath primping done I drain the water and refill it to rinse one last time and soak a little longer. Fully relaxed into the water an image pops into my mind and I get sucked into the fantasy.
I’m standing in a room and as I look around, I realize it’s no ordinary room. There is a bed kitty-cornered made of metal that looks like prison bars with holes for various unknown things even my imagination can’t conjure, with various whips and the like hanging from the wall beside it. Padded wood benches and chairs are scattered throughout the room, and a large wooden X is propped against the corner of two walls. I’m both embarrassed and entranced.
Because I’m staring so intensely at the foreign contraptions, I don’t feel a person walk up behind me until hard bulky muscles press against me and Keegan’s artfully tattooed arms surround me. He’s taller than me so he places his chin on the top of my head and pulls me even further into him. I can’t help but wiggle back into him to feel the hardness of his erection press against my back. He moves his head down to kiss the top of my head. The sound of him inhaling the scent of my hair shoots electricity through me. My nipples harden tightly against the rough lace of my barely-there bra as he moves my hair to the side and kisses my neck reverently before bringing his mouth next to my ear.
His hot breath and rough beard tease me as he whispers, “All you have to do is say yes.”
Just as my mouth opens to respond in walks Logan. His suit jacket is gone and his shirt sleeves are rolled to his elbow exposing golden and darkly tanned skin. As he stares at me with his soft coppery eyes intensely focused on me, he traces my body covered only by a white laced G-string and bra more decorative than functional. He grins appreciatively when he sees my tall black stilettos. Keegan holds me as an offering and one I can see Logan wants.
Logan walks to me and stops with his face barely inches from mine. I can feel the heat from his body, and I want to pull him into me but I’m held firmly in place. He leans down, giving a warm wet kiss to my jaw, then moves his mouth leisurely along my neck and collar bone before following his trail back up. I moan loudly. When he pulls away to look at me, his expression is lustful but awed.
He leans back in to whisper, “All you have to do is say yes.”
Before I can answer there is a tickle along my ribs that causes me to suck in my breath as long calloused fingers run along my goosebumped skin. I turn and my eyes lock with the almost blackness of Dante’s eyes. He wastes no time in licking the other side of my neck to leave a wet chilling trail to my ear.
His whisper is a passionate groan of half-spoken words and half song. “All you have to do is say yes.”
I nod my head yes as I loudly say the words as well. As soon as it’s freed from my mouth all three of the men descend upon me. Warm mouths cover me while hands caress and graze my skin. Before I know what’s happening, I’m in the middle of the bed.
I bring my hands to my impossibly hard nipples to caress and tease just as I feel them doing to me in my fantasy. My pussy feels neglected, it burns with desire and need. It’s not going to take me long to come but I am gentle as I pull my lips apart and lightly graze my swollen clit. I’m not ready for this fantasy to end.
Keegan’s beard scratches against my skin as he kisses and licks from my foot and up my leg. When he reaches my pussy he leans in and smells me then lets out a loud groaning moan. He buries his face in my pussy using his tongue to lick from my center to the tip of my clit. I arch into him as he does a second pass, sucking my clit into his mouth and giving a nip to the sensitive bud before pulling away. I whine for more when I see him covered in my juices. He just chuckles and takes my breast into his hand to suck my nipple into the warm heat of his mouth.
Logan takes his place between my thighs and devours me with his mouth. He licks and sucks then teases and bites. I’m so close I scream out in real life too. My hand whirls against my clit, water splashing out around me. Just a bit more and I’m going to come harder than anyone has ever made me come. I press two fingers deep into my slick wetness as I picture Logan with his mouth still suctioned to my clit doing a pushup maneuver so Dante’s hand can move under him to slip his long, thick fingers into me. That puts me over the edge and my fingers milk every quake of orgasm from me.
I sigh as I lie back, sated from the pleasure but sad to see my fantasy dissolve before my eyes. My phone shrills beside me and I jump, which splashes even more water out of the tub. Shit.
I look at the lighted screen flashing Keegan’s name even though I already know it’s him from the cheesy Irish jig song I have set as his ringtone. It’s time to get back to the real world, so I pull the drain and wrap myself in the fluffy but soaking wet towel. Grabbing my phone, I answer, “Yes lad,” in a cheery and terrible Irish accent. Hearing his boisterous laughter makes me mourn the fantasy even more but I’m determined to put it away for tonight and just be friends.
As I always do.
2
Keegan
“Tonight is going to be a long one. Are you up for it?” I ask Doyle who is currently wiping down the counters in between patrons. I don’t know the man well. One night he showed up here and asked about a job. Since it was a few days after a crazy Valentine’s Day party the choice was easy. The patrons seem to love his wit and charm and he’s been great for business. However, being new to the area, he doesn’t know how wild St. Patrick's Day can get. The people of this town love their myth and lore and St. Paddy’s gives them another reason to celebrate it.
He gives me a mischievous smile. “Why are you so worried? Of course, I can handle it!” His Irish accent becomes thicker the more he smiles. It’s… weird.
“Because Chloe will be here tonight and you know she comes first,” I grunt. He should know by now I only get paranoid about the bar when she’s inside it.
He snickers. “Oh, the lovely Chloe will be joining us. Now I know why you’ve been tense all day. Instead of blue balls, I guess you will have green ones.” I send him a glare, but he just laughs and goes to help a new customer.
Fifteen minutes later and I finally have the bar ready for the St. Paddy’s day crowd. My staff knows what to do and the bouncers outside will help keep the shenanigans down. Leaving Doyle in charge I head to my office to wait for the arrival of my best friends, Logan and Dante. I asked them to arrive early so we can talk about Chloe. All of us have been friends since childhood but I want it to be more with her. We decided in our teens that none of us would pursue her so she didn’t have to choose. But I can’t set my feelings aside any longer. Being gone for a few years training and MMA fighting, only occasionally seeing her, the urge to make her mine was easier to ignore. Now that I've been back the last year and the bar is finally finding steady success, it’s time for me to make my move. I haven’t touched a woman since being back because I want Chloe. Only Chloe. I can only hope the guys understand that I’m in love with her and I will not be persuaded to give her up again.
There’s a quick knock on the door then Logan saunters in still wearing his business suit. He must have come straight from work. Dante follows him a scant minute later with a drink already in hand and smirking like he’s about to get laid. Fucking great. He’s already hitting on someone, more than likely my staff a
gain.
“Who the fuck did you flirt with again? Alex or Lacey?” I demand.
The fucker just laughs at me. “No one, asshole. I talked with Doyle and he told me Chloe will be here tonight.” They both find it amusing how protective I am of her but they are too, just in their own ways. Like Logan always verbally cockblocking whoever tends to flirt with her when he’s near and Dante always standing pressed against or behind her like a sentinel. Of course, both of them deny it.
“Whatever.” They both laugh at my expense as they seat themselves in the chairs in front of my desk.
“So, why’d you want to speak with us before Chloe arrived? I figured something must be up if you don’t want her to know.” Logan is the analytical one which is why he made it rich off of developing a freaking phone app.
I fidget in my chair. This is going to be harder than I thought. “Well, I want to--”
Before I can finish Doyle pops his head in the door. “Chloe’s here.”
Shit.
“Are you going to tell us, man? Or are we going to see Chloe?” Dante asks. He’s already standing with his eyes focused on the door.
“Nah, I’ll tell you later.” Maybe after a few drinks and being in her company they’ll mellow out. I just hope that Dante doesn’t blow it. He’s always shown Chloe the most attention when she’s around but lately, he’s been avoiding us. Actually, Logan has too. Something else I need to talk with them about. “All right, let’s go get our girl.” Because no matter what happens, she is ours and will always be ours. I just hope I can convince her, and them, I want her to be my only.
I’m the last to exit my office and almost run into Logan’s back. “What the hell?” I ask as I push him out of the way. Then I see her. Motherfucker. She is a sight. Her fiery red hair shines even under the dull bar lights. She has her slightly longer than shoulder-length locks curled in loose curls that fall over the milky skin of her bared shoulders and highlight the beauty of her slightly rounded oval face. Her lips are full and perfectly bowed, her bottom lip a little larger than the top. I want to lick them and kiss her until every bit of the pink glossy paint she’s applied is replaced by swollen, reddened, and thoroughly loved lips. She has her jade blue-green eyes made up to smolder with blacks and silvers giving a sex kitten look. My cock becomes semi-erect just thinking of how those sex eyes would look as she peered up to me while those shiny pink lips were wrapped around my cock. Happy to be in the back and covered by Logan and Dante, I give myself a hard squeeze to get my cock under control. This is going to be a long night.
“Mine,” Logan blurts out which has Dante and I both whipping our heads toward him. He gives us a chagrined but determined look. “Look, I know what we said as teenagers but we’re all adults. I think we should readdress the not dating Chloe thing.” If looks could kill, Dante would be guilty of murder right now. Glad I didn’t have a chance to say anything earlier.
“What did you agree upon as teenagers and I didn’t know?” I hear her sweet voice ask. She must not have heard the last part, a godsend to us, or she’d kick us in the nuts for even hinting at making a decision for her.
Before I can answer, Dante wraps his arm around her waist and says, “Nothing, Bella. Just teenage boy talk. Nothing you what to hear anyway. Now, let’s ask Doyle about that green shot he was telling me about earlier…” His voice trails off as he leads her away.
I turn toward Logan but he interrupts me before I can even open my mouth. “Later. Let’s enjoy tonight. It’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“Fine, but we will be discussing it soon,” I grumble.
When we reach the bar, Doyle is openly flirting with Chloe. “My lovely Chloe. It’s a special shot just for St. Paddy’s Day. I call it the ‘Lucky Shot’ because just after the one you will have a chance at luck.” She throws her head back and laughs. It exposes her slim, pale throat and thrusts her tits up, which almost makes them fall out of her green corseted top. Fuck. Tonight is going to kill me.
“Do we get one now?” Logan asks Doyle, but he just smirks and walks away. What the hell? But I don’t have time to ponder it because Chloe grabs my hand and leads me to an empty table with a reserved for owner sign. The others follow without being asked. We settle ourselves as we normally do - Chloe in the middle, I and Logan on either side of her, and Dante on the other side of me.
“Who's ready for some Truth or Dare, boys?” she suddenly blurts out.
Who the hell is this and what have they done with Chloe? What just came out of her mouth?
“Chloe, you okay?” Logan asks.
“Hmmm… I want to play a game of Truth or Dare.” Her teal green eyes open in surprise at her suggestion. She looks at us, biting her bottom lip with slight hesitation, but her voice is lined with steeliness when she asks again. Yet she isn't one to back down from something once she starts it. Less than ten minutes together and things are already getting interesting.
Dante gives her his signature lazy smile. “I’m always open for a game with you. You know that.”
Fuck, this has me thinking about the last time we played this game, just the four of us, and things had taken a turn I hadn’t expected. However, that was almost ten years ago and after that night we haven’t touched her, or hinted at anything, since.
With a forced chuckle, she challenges him. “You can go first then. Truth or Dare?”
Both Logan and I start to protest but Dante holds up his hand to stop us. Giving her an “I’m-going-to-win” smirk, he replies, “Sure. I choose dare.”
Logan and I glance at each other in apprehension, but we know there’s nothing we can do now. Once these two start challenging each other there’s no stopping them and we’re just along for the ride. I just hope none of us get burned because I have a bad feeling this is a road none of us planned to take.
3
Chloe
Nothing like starting off the biggest party night of the year, at least for me, with a good old-fashioned game of Truth or Dare. I need to do something reckless, anything reckless with these men. Between Satan’s, aka Shannon’s, words and my bathtub tease time all I can think about is the three of them, their mouths on me, hands stroking me. All I want is to be devoured by getting the one thing, or I guess three things, I have wholeheartedly desired but has eluded me since I was too young to even understand what desire was.
Now I want to make what I have been too scared to voice happen, in at least some small way. Dante’s sinfully rich dark chocolate eyes bore into me, taunting me to give him my best and most scandalous dare.
I open my mouth to say the words before I lose my nerve just to be interrupted by the adorable Doyle. His Irish accent clings to his voice heavier than what I noticed earlier as he presents us with a round of his yummy “Lucky Shot.” While I’ve never been one for green alcohol just because of the holiday theme, I’ll gladly make an exception for these.
“A special toast this fine St. Paddy’s Day,” Doyle cheerily says as we all grab a shot and raise them toward each other. “A lucky shot for love and lust. May your desires be hot, your bed never cold, and all of your truths spilled into the unknown. Fate be your mistress as your inhibitions slow. Twenty-four hours until the world shall right and in your souls, you shall know.”
His words should make me a tad bit leery but surrounded by my guys, who seem happier than they have in a long time, I don’t care. We shout a chorus of “here, here” at his strange little speech and down the shots like water. Doyle walks away, his short legs moving quickly as he hustles among the crowd. I look at my guys and laugh loudly. My giggle snort threatens to make the words inaudible. “Is it just me or does our Doyle look like a real-life leprechaun? That beard. Those beady, mischievous eyes. I mean, come on.” We all glance at each other before losing ourselves in another fit of laughter.
I clear my throat and pull my face into what I hope is a sexy but serious look. “Now, how about that game of Truth or Dare, boys?”
Dante is the first to speak. �
�Hell yes. And since my offer of dare was so rudely ignored and forgotten, I’ll go first. Chloe, Truth or Dare?”
I suck in a breath but I refuse to be outdone by Dante. We always had a bit of a slightly competitive push and pull with the other. “Fine.”
Tuning out the bar and everything else around me I lick my lips seductively and enjoy watching his eyelids droop heavily in desire as he watches me. “Dare.” He groans but I’m not sure if it’s in desire or agony. I tease even more by running my finger over the top of my corset along the tender flesh of my breasts. He’s so distracted by me he forgets to say anything. “I’m waiting,” I jokingly sing which pulls him from his, hopefully, dirty thoughts.
“Kiss us all. One by one and you must use tongue.” He seems as shocked by his dare as the rest of us at the table but I never back down from a dare.
Keegan is telling me I don’t have to if I don’t feel comfortable but instead of telling him to shut up I push my chest into him as my lips lock onto his. He lets out the most satisfying moan as his lips part enough to allow my tongue to seek his. We tangle in each other as if we have always connected this way, and he seems content to let me lead. I feel powerful and wanton with puffy lips and face lightly scratched from the rough hair of his beard as I break the connection with him.
I turn to Logan, but before I have a chance to make my move he scoops me into his arms and lifts me into his lap. Soft lips brush against mine while his fingers twine in the hair at the nape of my neck. I breathe out a moan when his fingers tighten in my hair and he moves my head exactly where he wants me. So. Fucking. Hot. His warm tongue wars with mine. He kisses me, his impassioned want tightly controlled, but intensely building that leaves me short of breath when we part.