Garters & Groomsmen (Wedding Season Series)

by Kim Loraine

  “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.

  8

  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!”

  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.”

  9

  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.

  10

  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, darlin’.”

  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 groan
s 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.

  11

  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.”