Insta Ever After: A Flirt Club Short Story Collection

by Kim Loraine

  Sean changed too, trading his slacks for perfectly fitted jeans and boots. He’s got his hat on too. I’m a sucker for a cowboy in a hat and tight denim.

  “You look a thousand times more comfortable,” he says.

  “I am.” I run my hands over my denim clad hips. “This is much more my style.”

  “You look perfect in anything, darlin’, but comfortable in your own skin is how I always want you.” Colt’s voice makes me shiver with longing. “Get in the truck, I want to see you on horseback in those jeans.”

  54

  Colt

  Chloe is in her element on the back of a horse. In fact, we all are. We’re all smiles as we take the three young quarter horses along a trail about ten miles from the B & B. They’re broke, but all three of these fillies are full of spirit. Luckily, none of us are strangers to that.

  “The scent of warm air and night blooms all mingle around us. It’s perfect.

  “The guest house is just over this ridge,” I say.

  Chloe grins, casting a glance from me to Sean. Then she digs her heels in and says, “Hya,” before either of us realize what she’s doing. Her horse takes off, bolting fast and furious because she’s been given some freedom. The young filly breaks into a lope and Chloe lets out a whoop as her hair flies behind her and she leaves nothing but dust in her wake.

  Sean clicks his tongue and gives his own horse a nudge, taking off after our girl, so of course, I follow. But I’m not in a rush. We’ll get there. Besides, I have the key.

  They’re both laughing as they lead their horses to the small stable at the side of the house. Sean’s hand on the small of her back. It doesn’t make me jealous. Not in the least at this point. I know she wants both of us, and I’m not going to fight it. This’ll never work if he and I can’t get past our jealousy.

  Jumping down from the saddle, I follow them into the stable and get to work on putting away the horse’s tack. There’s a lot of work that goes into caring for these animals, but all three of us know exactly what needs to be done before we get to play. It’s who we are.

  Chloe’s eyes find mine more than once while she brushes down her horse, and by the time we’re all set, I just want to have the woman in my arms.

  “That was exactly what I needed,” she says.

  “I think you forgot how well both of us know you.” I take her hand and tug her toward the front door. “We both know what you like. How you like to be touched. What will make you wet?”

  She sucks in a shuddering breath and the temperature between us goes from warm to scorching. “And I know how to touch you.” Her free palm glides over my chest, down the abs I’ve been able to keep cut from all my time on horseback, until she cups the rapidly swelling erection I’m not trying to hide.

  “Darlin’,” I warn.

  “Don’t stop me now.” Her voice is a plea and I have no intention of ending this.

  “Inside,” Sean’s low voice only adds to the heat between us. We’re really doing this. I’m going to share her with him, and somehow, the idea of the two of us filling her, making her ours, doesn’t bother me.

  “I’m not stopping,” I promise, placing the key in the lock and opening the door. “I’m not stopping until you remember exactly why you loved me.”

  “Same here, bunny,” Sean offers.

  “Good.” She steps inside and immediately, her fingers aren’t laced with mine anymore. They’re working at the snaps on her shirt. The fabric falls free, leaving a lacy white bra as the only thing hiding her gorgeous full tits from me.

  I set my hat on the side table near the door and tug my shirt over my head. Then she’s on me. She’s teeth and tongue, rough scratches of her nails down my back, desperate moans. But Sean steals her away, his already bare chest on full display.

  “Mine,” he growls.

  “For now.”

  She stiffens. “No fighting. I can’t choose and that’s the only way tonight will work. If I don’t have to. I want you both. At the same time.”

  Her hands go to the waistband of her jeans and she unbuttons them before lowering the zipper. Sean claims her mouth, his kiss hungry and demanding, obvious even from my outside vantage point. Those slender fingers of hers stop working on her pants while she threads them in Sean’s hair and gives in to his kiss. So I take up the effort, kneeling before gripping and removing first one, then the other, boot. The lace bra falls to the floor at my feet and I take hold of her jeans and slide them down her hips. I want this woman so bad, my body aches.

  “Colt,” she moans, breaking away from Sean’s kiss. “Please.”

  I don’t need her to clarify. I take the soft scrap of lace covering her pussy and slip my fingers under it, teasing her already wet folds. She bucks her hips into my hand, begging without words. My finger slides over her clit and the sound she makes has me throbbing in my jeans.

  “I need to get inside you soon, darlin’,” I bite out.

  “Yes.” She’s panting, riding my palm, and as I look up her gorgeously curved body, I see Sean has moved his attention to her nipple, sucking hard, making her cry out.

  I pull my fingers away from the place I want to be so badly, but only so I can stand and take her into my arms. Sean steps back, not fighting me. I search the unfamiliar house for a bedroom and find Sean already striding toward the door to our left. He opens it and nods. Then I carry our girl into the bedroom and lay her out on the mattress like a beautiful offering. Except, she’s the goddess, we’re her worshippers. I pull a line of condoms from my back pocket and toss them on the bed next to her, then remove my pants.

  She watches with hungry eyes, her lower lip between her teeth, legs shifting back and forth.

  “Spread your legs for me, darlin’,” I murmur, reaching for a condom as I stroke my length.

  She nods and does as I ask, her pink and perfect cunt on display for me. “Sean, I want you touching me while Colt is inside me.”

  The man climbs on the bed, totally naked, but I hadn’t been paying attention to him. My focus was on the beautiful woman in front of me. Rolling on the layer of protection, I fit my hips between her thighs and rest my palms on her hips. Then I sink inside slowly while she reaches for Sean’s cock. It’s weird and arousing all at the same time to see her approaching this with such abandon. She’s living out her fantasy and we are making it happen.

  I stare at her as I move inside her, remembering the feel of us together, of our passion and the need I always have when she’s around. I don’t know if we’ll be able to convince her this can go beyond tonight, but I have to try.

  55

  Chloe

  I’m out of my mind under the attention of Sean and Colt. I knew this would be overwhelming, but I didn’t know we’d be sharing something so…powerful. Colt moves deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts. But it’s not enough. Looking over at Sean, I moan at the nearly pained expression on his handsome face.

  “I need…I need more,” I say. Colt stops and stares at me, crestfallen. “I need both of you inside me.”

  “Are you sure?” Sean asks.

  “More certain than I’ve ever been about anything.”

  Colt pulls out of me and sits back on the bed. “So, I guess my only question is, which one of us are you taking for a ride?”

  I get up on my knees and look at both of them. Sean and I spent more than one night together during our hot and heavy days. His cock in my ass made me writhe in pleasure like nothing I’d ever known. The thought of Sean filling my ass while Colt fills my pussy makes a shiver roll through me.

  “Sean, I’m going to saddle up Colt. I want you taking me from the back.”

  “You don’t need to tell me twice, Bunny.” Sean pulls me onto his lap and kisses his way up my neck. “I’ll fuck your ass until you’re begging me to let you come.”

  “Is that a promise?” I ask, teasing in my voice.

  “Definitely.”

  Colt stretches out on the bed and grabs my hand. “Giddy up, da
rlin’.”

  I do as he asks, sinking down on his length with a long moan as he hits that special place in my body. Pressing my hands to his chest, I ride him hard, rolling my hips and making the man under me groan. Then I feel Sean’s lips on my back while his fingers drift along my ass. He spreads warm liquid over me, sliding his fingers over my hole, pressing one inside. Even just his finger in my ass combined with Colt’s thick cock in my pussy is almost too much.

  He moves back and forth, adding a second finger, stretching and readying me. And then, he’s there. His blunt head slick with lubrication, he slowly pushes inside. It’s so much. Such pressure. Such perfect fullness.

  “Slow,” I say, but the word is only a whisper because I don’t know if I can be any louder.

  “Stay still, bunny,” Sean says, holding me tight. “Let your body get used to us. Then, when you’re ready, move.”

  I give in to the feeling of them, letting my body adjust like Sean suggested. And when I feel ready, I give a soft roll of my hips. It’s everything. The sensation rushing through me is what I’ve wanted without having any idea what I’d been missing. “Oh, my God.”

  “Darlin’,” Colt groans. “I fucking lo—”

  “Are you ready for me to fuck your ass now, bunny?” Sean asks, interrupting Colt.

  I eep out a positive response and he begins thrusting in time with my movements. I scream in pleasure when both of them are sheathed inside me to the hilt. “God, I’m going to come,” I moan.

  “Yes, darlin’. Come all over me.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Sean says, his big palms cupping my breasts.

  I fall over the edge, crying out loud enough that my voice ricochets off the walls. Then Colt sucks in a sharp breath and bucks under me, my name falling from his lips as he orgasms.

  “I can’t hold back any more,” Sean warns.

  “Good,” I say, pushing my hips back and taking him deeper into my ass.

  He groans and tenses, letting his release take control. “Jesus, Chloe.”

  We collapse together, a sweaty, heaving pile of sated lovers, and I’m sandwiched in the middle.

  “Thank you,” I murmur. “That was more than I hoped for.”

  They pull me close, Sean’s leg wrapping around mine while Colt traces my nipple with his fingertip. “We need to get dressed and get back,” I say, halfheartedly.

  “Not yet. If we only get one night together, we’re going to make it count.” Sean’s voice is rough in my ear, sending a shiver of longing through me.

  “I don’t know if I can handle that again.” I give a soft laugh, but I’m serious.

  “There are lots of ways to make you go wild.” Colt’s teasing tone makes me laugh again.

  “You two are hazardous for my health.”

  “Or, maybe we’re exactly what you need.”

  I snuggle back into the mattress. “You might be right.” With both men’s hands on me, I drift off to sleep.

  56

  Chloe

  I wake to the sound of my phone ringing mixed with the cheerful chirping of birds. Warmth spreads through me at the feel of both Sean’s and Colt’s hands on me. Until my phone starts ringing again. I sit up and gasp in horror. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. We slept all night.

  “The wedding!” I screech. “Fucking fuck, the wedding.”

  Both men act as though nothing’s wrong. They each stretch and smile as I scramble out from between them.

  “You guys, get up!”

  “Settle down, darlin’.” Colt chuckles. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

  I grab my phone out of my pocket and stare at the fifteen missed texts and three missed phone calls. “I don’t. Hours. It takes hours to get ready for a wedding.”

  “Why? You’re already perfect.”

  That warms my heart and I smile at him. “You’re fucking charming as always.”

  He pretends to tip an invisible hat. “You’re welcome, darlin’.”

  I have to go. If I’m not back soon, Georgia, or more likely Aunt Karen, will send out a search party. After pulling on my clothes, I make quick work of braiding my hair down my back. Colt and Sean both dress as well, covering those perfect examples of the ideal men for me. It’s a shame really, but I can’t stand here gawking. I had my one night with the men of my dreams. Now it’s time to go back to reality.

  “Thank you…both. I’ll never forget last night. It was exactly what I needed to get closure about everything.”

  Sean’s brow cocks, almost in challenge. “Done with us, then, are you?”

  “That’s what we agreed to. One night.”

  “Is that what you want?” Colt asks.

  I look at both of them, heart clenching and hurting all over again. “I’m not—” my phone rings again and stops me mid sentence. I don’t know how to answer his question and I’m thankful to see Aunt Karen’s name on my screen.

  “Hello?”

  “Where are you? You’re late for your mani/pedi.”

  “On my way,” I say. Then I look at both of the men who hold my heart and back to the door as I hang up the phone.

  They both follow me out of the cabin, setting their hats on their heads and walking silently behind me. But when Sean moves to help me get astride my horse, I stop him. “I’ve got it.”

  He backs away with his hands held up. “Sorry. Just trying to help.”

  Colt grabs his saddle and Sean does the same, and instantly, panic races along my spine. “What are you doing?”

  They both look at me like I’m crazy. Sean answers with a calm, “Going back to the hotel.”

  “We can’t go all together. They’ll know.”

  Sean’s expression instantly closes off. “I’m pretty sure at least one of them knows already. Are you ashamed? Is that what this is about?”

  “I’m not ashamed. I just…I don’t want to answer their questions about something that’s never happening again.”

  “Never, huh?” Colt crosses his arms over his chest. “Why’s that?”

  “Don’t do this. Not now.”

  “Do what? Ask you to give us a straight answer? Ask you to make a decision for once?”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “It’s absolutely fucking fair. You broke my heart when you left me. I’m not going to let you do it again just because you’re afraid of making a choice.”

  My lip trembles and hands shake, but I fight the overwhelming emotion. “I’m not having this conversation right now.”

  Sean doesn’t say a word. Instead, he nods and walks to the stall where his horse waits.

  Goddammit, I’m right back where I was five years ago. Trapped between two men I love, an impossible decision on my hands, and a heart already split in two.

  With a click of my tongue and a soft kick of my heels, my horse heads away from them and toward the wedding I’m sure will be a special form of torture.

  An hour and a half later, my toes are a soft shade of pink and my nails are longer than I’ve ever had them thanks to my aunt’s insistence I get acrylics done. I’m sitting in a salon chair having my hair curled while a makeup artist paints my face. I won’t be recognizable when this is all over.

  “You look like a dream,” my stylist says after she applies one final strategic spray of some kind of mist.

  “Good or bad?” I ask.

  She only laughs as though I’m the most hilarious person she’s ever met, but doesn’t answer. With a flourish, she whirls the cape off my shoulders and ushers me out of the chair. I’m done. No more pampering.

  “All set?” Georgia asks. She’s wrapped in a white robe with Bride embroidered on the back. “You look so pretty.”

  I take her in, the perfect hair and face, eyelashes that seem endless, white teeth, a gorgeous smile, and I wonder if I’ve ever looked like her in my life. “You’re perfect.”

  “So are you. Look at us, we could be sisters.”

  I turn to stare in the mirror and am shocked to see she’s right. “Funny what makeup can do.
”

  “I really appreciate you doing all this to make mom happy. She just wants it to be perfect, and that means making you do things you don’t want to do.”

  “It’s fine.”

  She laughs. “I know how much you hate all this stuff. And even though you look amazing, I have to admit, you’re so beautiful without all of it. You’re a natural beauty. I’m worried Porter will stop wanting me if I stop glamming it up every day.”

  I take her hand and shake my head. “No. You could be dressed in a garbage bag and he’d think you were the most perfect woman he’d ever seen. You can see it in his eyes.”

  Her lower lip trembles and she sniffles. “Don’t make me cry.”

  “Sorry. But it’s true.”

  “Kind of like the way Sean and Colt look at you.”

  My heart twists. “No.”

  “Yes. They both love you. So, the question is, who are you going to choose?”

  I purse my lips and fight the urge to tell her about last night. “Neither.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Opening my mouth to protest, I barely get a sound out before Aunt Karen bursts through the door and starts fawning all over both of us. Then we’re whisked into the dressing area where every one of us is tucked and zipped until we’re nothing but taffeta and tulle.

  “Okay, let’s get married,” Georgia says, taking her bouquet and giving me a shaky smile.

  We walk to the tall hedge where the bridal party is gathered out of view of the guests and my stomach does a little flip flop at the sight of Colt and Sean. Tuxedos shouldn’t look that good on anyone. It’s dangerous. Both sets of gorgeous and intense eyes focus on me as we approach and I nearly melt on the spot.

  Taking a deep breath, I step toward them, muttering to myself, “Here we go.”

  57

  Sean

  Chloe has always been fucking gorgeous. Fresh from the shower, hopping on her horse, sweaty and streaked with dirt from digging in flowerbeds, you name it, I’ve seen it. Each time she’s been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Today is no exception. In my eyes, there’s no bride for her to upstage, because I see no one else.