Insta Ever After: A Flirt Club Short Story Collection

by Kim Loraine

  Sean murmurs my name, calling my attention to him. Those deep blue eyes of his hold nothing but sincere longing. He threads our fingers again and I know what I have to do. Closure. I’ll live out this fantasy, have the two men I never got over, and then maybe I’ll be able to move on.

  “Take us back to the hotel,” I say.

  The driver nods but doesn’t speak. He’s a smart man. Tension crackles between me and my two men for the entire ride back to the hotel. I don’t have a clue how this will work. Whose room will we use? God, am I really about to have a threesome? My body burns with desire, and I realize, yes. Yes, I’m going to be with them both today. This will be an experience none of us will forget.

  The whole way back to the B&B Colt’s fingers play along my back, running up and down between my shoulder blades while Sean rubs small circles on the inside of my knee with his thumb.

  Not a single car is parked outside our hotel when we pull up, and that only adds to the butterflies in my belly. Sean gets out, then takes my hand to help me from the car. I almost argue that I’m a grown ass woman who can do it myself, but remember the shoes I’m wearing and take his offer.

  “Are we really doing this?” Colt asks.

  I look at them both and nod. “We might need more than one night.”

  “I have no problem there.”

  Sean tugs me a little closer to his broad chest. “Whatever you need, bunny.”

  We take the stairs up to my room, the freshly cleaned space seeming so perfect in such a surreal moment. Sean releases me and I stride to the little kitchenette, hands shaking with nervous anticipation. I fill a glass with cold water from the tap then down the liquid in one long gulp.

  “You okay, darlin’?” Colt’s rough voice sends warmth over me, spreading and then all collecting in my core.

  “I don’t know how to do this.”

  He shrugs. “Neither do I.”

  “Me neither,” Sean adds. “But I think it needs to start something like this.” He takes three steps toward me and pulls me into his hold. His lips crash to mine, soft, hungry, the brush of his bearded jaw against me only serving to add to my arousal.

  I melt into the kiss, and there’s nothing behind it that says he’s staking his claim or proving I chose him. Sean’s hands tangle in my hair, pulling a moan from me. He swallows the sound in his mouth, his tongue presses inside, he devours me. I think it’s not possible to be kissed so soundly and be able to take any more sensation right now, but then there’s Colt. His large palms slide around my waist. His big body presses against my back and those lips of his that I’ve dreamed about since the day we met are dropping soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, my earlobe.

  This is a dream. It has to be. It feels too good and all they’re doing is kissing me.

  Sean breaks our kiss and rests his forehead on mine. “We’re here for you. What do you want?”

  “I…” my voice breaks when Colt runs his hands up my torso and cups my breasts, fingertips dragging over my sensitive, aching nipples. “God, I want you to fuck me.”

  “We’ll get there, darlin’,” Colt growls. “But first we’ve got to get you ready, and we’ve got five years to make up for. I guarantee you no one was better than us.”

  I love how he says, us, like it’s a foregone conclusion that we work best as three. “No one,” I breathe.

  His hands leave my tits and I let out a short whine of protest, until he grips my zipper and drags it down. In one smooth movement, my dress is on the floor, my breasts are bared, and the cool air tightens my nipples to nearly painful peaks. Sean tugs his shirt over his head, his firmly muscled chest rippling with the movement. My mouth runs dry. I might die here. Happily fucked, with no regrets, because nothing could be better than this.

  “You’re both so sexy it’s actually unfair,” I say.

  Colt chuckles in my ear before turning me in his arms. “It’s my turn to taste your lips.”

  I don’t argue. I tilt my chin up and part my lips in invitation. His kiss is harder than Sean’s, less tender, but just as hungry. And when Sean’s mouth presses against the small of my back, I moan.

  He grips my ankle and his fingers trail up my leg, across my calf and my inner thigh. I buck at the brush of him across my underwear. “We don’t need these,” he says, his breath whispering over my skin. Then he tugs down the fabric covering my pussy and I’m completely exposed to them both.

  Colt drops his head down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I cry out and buck at the same time because Sean’s long finger slides inside my already wet cunt. He presses forward, hitting that magical spot that makes me see stars. No one has found that place except him, and he clearly still remembers where it is.

  Then Colt slips his hand between us and starts rubbing tight circles on my clit. Yeah, I might die. My legs wobble as the pleasure builds and builds. I’m going to break into a thousand tiny pieces. Why didn’t we do this all those years ago?

  “Let go, bunny,” Sean murmurs. “Let go. We’ll catch you.”

  So I do. The orgasm is all consuming, toe-curling beauty. I grab onto Colt for support as I cry out unintelligible words of euphoria. Sean pulls his fingers out of me and gets to his feet, his warm body pressed against my back. My knees give out and I sag into both of them, letting them catch me just as they promised they would.

  I’m all golden sensation, eyes closed as they both run their palms over my skin, each of them layering kisses to my shoulders, my cheeks, my lips, and neck. Sean’s thick cock on the small of my back, steel hard and tempting behind the fly of his pants. He needs some attention after what he and Colt just did to me. I reach for him, sliding my palm over the bulge. The groan he releases strikes a chord inside my center, but when his teeth graze my shoulder everything tightens and heat pools between my thighs.

  “God, I want you,” Sean bites out.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  Colt releases me and my eyes snap open at the loss of his touch. But he winks and pulls his shirt off. “Me too, darlin’.”

  We’re doing this. The three of us are going to have sex, and I can’t fucking wait.

  I run my hand over Colt’s tanned chest, loving the heat of his skin and the light golden spray of hair across his pecs. “You two are going to ruin me.”

  “That’s the idea,” he says, lips brushing my ear.

  A loud banging on the door has me nearly jumping out of my skin. Instead of releasing me, they both pull me close, as though protecting me from whoever is behind the door. Then the sound of Aunt Karen’s voice kills everything between the three of us. “Chloe? Are you in there? It’s almost time for the rehearsal.”

  52

  Sean

  Watching the woman of my dreams walk into the garden with her long hair over one shoulder and her eyes cast down makes my heart swell. Chloe’s always been the one and I’m going to prove it to her. I adjust my aching erection and hope no one notices the effect she’s having on me, but I can’t help it. Memories from earlier fill my head. The sound of her coming, the feel of her walls clenching around my fingers, the fucking scent of her arousal still on my hand, all of those things combined into a beautiful type of torture.

  “You look uncomfortable,” she teases, coming up to me with a conspiratorial grin on her perfect lips.

  “I want to finish what we started before Karen came knocking.”

  She trails one finger over her collarbone and I wish I was the one touching her. “We will.”

  “This wedding is never going to end.”

  “It’s only the rehearsal.”

  “My point exactly.”

  She threads her arm through the crook of mine and snuggles close. “I really missed you, you know?”

  “It took five years for you to figure that out?”

  “No.” Her posture stiffens. “No, I knew that from the moment I let you go. I just didn’t see how it could work.”

  I laugh. “I’m not sure how it’s going to work now.”

/>   “Well, one night is a lot different from forever.”

  Everything in me comes to a halt. That’s right. This isn’t me getting her back forever. This is us helping her live out her fantasy. Closure. A solid goodbye.

  “Yeah. It’s going to be a hell of a good time.” I swallow past the lump in my throat and lean down, whispering in her ear. “You’re never going to forget it, bunny.”

  “Well, you two seem cozy,” Georgia says as she approaches. The woman is wearing a white dress that hits her mid-thigh and her shoulders are bare to the setting sun. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t hold a candle to my Chloe.

  “We always come back to each other.” I slide my hand over Chloe’s waist until she’s molded to my side. “It just took us a while this time.”

  Georgia’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Ohmigod, are you two back together?”

  “Just making the most of our weekend.” I offer the words, hating how lighthearted they are. I want to say yes. I want to tell Georgia I’m never letting her cousin go again. But I can’t. Five years has changed everything.

  “Where’s Colt?” Chloe asks, her question hitting me like ice water. That’s right. Colt is part of this equation, and if I don’t keep that in mind, I’m in for another heartbreak.

  “Not sure. I haven’t seen him since…earlier.”

  Her cheeks go red and Georgia doesn’t miss that. She cocks a brow. “What’s going on between you three?”

  “We’re just being friendly. You sandwiched her between us, you can’t expect us not to spend time embarrassing the shit out of her.”

  “Oh, look, there’s Colt.” Chloe nearly rips herself from my arms and dashes for her hero. Colt’s got his black stetson on his head. Paired with a dark blazer, a fucking rodeo belt buckle, dark wranglers and a pair of matching black boots, he’s playing up the cowboy tonight, and I know why. Chloe is a sucker for that very thing. She can’t resist a man who knows how to ride, rope, and run a ranch. At least, that’s what she told me when we were together.

  “Giddy up, Chloe,” Georgia murmurs. Then she casts me a pitying glance. “Sorry, Sean. Maybe you should’ve worn your hat?”

  “I’m good. Not worried about him at all.”

  Colt doesn’t hide his affection one bit. When Chloe reaches him, he takes her in his arms and drops a kiss on her lips right here in front of God and everybody.

  “Wow, if that’s how Colt shows his friendship, I see why Porter kept me away from him all this time.”

  I fight the urge to ball my hands into fists. I’ll get my turn with her, but now I can’t do it in front of everyone. The last thing Chloe needs is for her family to think she’s being shared by two men. That’s for us to know in private.

  “Excuse me, Georgia. I need to have a conversation with my bridesmaid.” I’m striding toward them with my heart pumping hard. I need to get this damn rehearsal over with so I can finally have Chloe all to myself. Well, that’s not exactly true. I’ll be sharing her, but something tells me seeing her between us both with be a sight I’ll never forget.

  Colt has her against him, a sly grin on his lips when I approach. “Nice of you to show up, Colt.”

  “I had a few things to see to before this rehearsal gets going.”

  “Like what?” Chloe asks.

  “Like what we’re going to be doing tonight.”

  The heat in Chloe’s eyes when she looks at me sends need straight to my dick. I harden almost instantly. “What’s that?” Her voice is heavy with arousal.

  “I may have reserved us a cabin on a friend’s property. Hope you brought your boots and spurs, cowgirl. We’re going to be taking a moonlight ride before we take this fantasy of yours and make it real.”

  That was a damn good idea. I wish I’d had it, but I’ve been too preoccupied. I’ve been thinking of her, and us, and what we could have. I’ve always loved watching her handle a horse.

  “You’d better get all your PDA in while you can, Colt. Because as soon as we’re behind closed doors, this girl is all mine.” I don’t back down, my voice low and serious. “I’m fine with sharing, but it’ll be my name she’s calling out tonight.”

  “We’ll see,” Colt says, nuzzling her neck.

  It takes all my control not to pull her into my hold, my arms, and kiss her. But I know that’s not something she’s ready for just yet. I can wait, because she wants me just as much as she wants him.

  53

  Chloe

  If I thought the rehearsal was going to be awkward, I was wrong. It’s so much more than awkward. Honestly, being sandwiched between both of them, knowing we’re all in agreement that we’re going to sleep together before the weekend is over, adds another layer of tension.

  We’re all standing under the gorgeous wrought iron pergola, with the vineyards in the background. I should be staring at the bride and groom as they giggle their way through this practice ceremony. Instead, I can’t look away from the two men on the other side of the altar. Colt and Sean stand side-by-side, intense gazes trained on me. It’s a special kind of awareness to have them looking at me.

  In a few moments, the bridal party begins the recessional down the aisle and those two handsome guys both grin like cats who’ve got the canary in their sights. Colt cocks one elbow, Sean does the same. I fit myself between them both and sigh.

  “Do you think we’ll be able to skip out on dinner?” Colt asks.

  “We have to at least have drinks.”

  Sean runs a hand over my hip. “Drinks, then you need to change. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to taste you again.”

  A wave of arousal hits me hard, making my skin warm. But Georgia squeals and suddenly she’s a white streak of excitement rushing toward me.

  “Chloe! Come on, we haven’t spent any time together.” She grabs my hand and tugs me away from the guys. Yesterday I would’ve welcomed this intervention. Tonight? Tonight I want nothing more than for her to let me go so I can be with Sean and Colt.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I cast a longing look at the two men standing together at the end of the aisle.

  “I thought you could use a little rescue,” Georgia whispers conspiratorially.

  “Honestly, I’m handling them just fine.”

  “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I’d known about your history with them.”

  “I know. It was a long time ago. I’ve just always kept my relationships to myself.”

  She nods and the two of us walk inside the house where there’s a party all set up to celebrate the day before the big day. Aunt Karen is already standing at the bar, drink in hand, a smile on her face. It’s almost here. The wedding she’s been planning since Georgia was born.

  “Girls, good to see you together. I know it’s been a whirlwind.”

  “Well, Chloe’s been straddling two men all weekend.”

  Georgia giggles and I fight the hot blush rushing to my cheeks. “What? No. I’m not—”

  “Relax, Chloe. I was kidding.”

  Colt and Sean both walk in as I take a glass of wine from the bar. If they’re trying to hide their interest in me, they fail. Both of them stare with undisguised desire in their eyes.

  “Wow,” Georgia whispers. “Porter doesn’t ever look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine as they approach.

  “Like he wants to eat me for dessert.”

  I laugh it off, hoping to God her mom didn’t hear us.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I whisper back.

  “Then you’re blind.”

  The whole evening those two keep their focus on me as they make light conversation with the other groomsmen and Porter. I’m keyed up, tense and aroused, and they haven’t touched me for close to an hour now. I just want to be out of here and wherever Colt has planned for us to go.

  I watch him roam the room, his broad shoulders and confident stride drawing the gaze of more than one bridesmaid. Spoken for or not, they like what they see
. Jealousy spikes in my gut, but I push it aside, he wants me. They both do. And I will finally have them at the same time. No choices. No hurting. Just both men I’ve been in love with since I was in college.

  “Can we get out of here now?” he asks as he sidles up to me.

  “God, yes,” I murmur. “I think we’ve done our duty for the night.”

  His palm rests on my back, just above the curve of my ass. Thumb rubbing along the line of my spine, he leans close. “Come with me.” Then he follows my gaze and sighs. “Don’t worry, he knows where to meet us. We just figured you’d want to keep our arrangement secret.”

  He’s not wrong. The last thing I need is my aunt weighing in on who I spend my night with. Every step toward the door has my heart fluttering with anticipation.

  “Have fun, Chloe,” Georgia says, wiggling her fingers in a playful wave.

  Colt nuzzles my neck and says, “Oh, we will.”

  Sean is waiting outside, leaned up against an old Ford truck, looking every inch the dangerous-to-my-heart man he is.

  “How did you get out here so fast?” I ask.

  He smirks. “I used the back door.” He juts his chin toward the guest house where my room is. “Better get changed. Can’t ride a horse in that dress.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to ride a horse.”

  The sharp intake of breath from him makes my whole body light up. “Soon you can ride me.”

  “And me,” Colt says. “It’s going to be a long night.”

  The way he says that is filled with the promise of thrilling touches in the dark, passion and desire, and everything I’ve ever wanted from them.

  “Be right back,” I whisper through a tight throat. I turn away from them and dash to my room. Within minutes, I’m changed into my favorite jeans, boots, and a loose button-down flannel shirt. Bounding down the stairs, I beam at them. “Ready!”