“Not to mention you have the most interesting job of anyone we know,” added Roman with a shrug. “If you don’t want to talk about yourself, you could tell us more about that at least.”

  I inhaled slowly, then let out a long, heated breath.

  What to tell them…

  Seconds ticked by. Long seconds.

  What not tell them…

  “Look,” Erik said finally. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell us.”

  His voice was soft and understanding, without being preachy or judgmental. On the other side of me, Roman nodded.

  “He’s right,” said my handsome Italian hunk. “If it seems like we’re prying, you can say so. We’re just… well, we’re interested in you.”

  “In more ways than just the obvious,” Erik smiled. “We wanted you to know that.”

  More silence, but at least now I was relieved. They were being sweet. Sweet and understanding.

  “Well thank you,” I smiled back at them.

  Roman was still rubbing, only now he was onto my calves. His touch felt incredible, relaxing me even more as he worked his way up the back of my knee.

  But they were still looking at me, waiting patiently, wondering about all the things they’d mentioned. And they were such innocent things, too. Questions any girl would want a guy to ask of her, on a date or otherwise.

  It didn’t make sense not to say anything.

  “I was a foster kid,” I began slowly. “No blood family to speak of. I bounced from house to house as a child, never really putting down roots. Never really getting attached to anyone, because things were always so rapidly changing.”

  The guys watched me carefully, staying silent. Probably worrying that I’d stop talking if they said anything. Eventually though, Roman shook his head.

  “That sucks.”

  “Yeah it wasn’t all bad,” I admitted. “But a life like that builds a shell. You become numb to a lot of things. You miss out on others.” I hesitated for a moment. “And the stuff that’s special to most kids… well, it isn’t necessarily special to you.”

  “Like family,” Erik added.

  “Yes. Like family.”

  The wind whipped up outside, rattling the old windows of the little second-story apartment. I was glad to be warm. To be shielded from the growing cold.

  “You can keep rubbing by the way,” I said to Roman, who’d abruptly stopped.

  I could’ve gone on. I could’ve told them much, much more. But I’d had a great day, and one filled with an amazing energy. As late as it was, I didn’t want any of it to end.

  Closing my hand over Roman’s, I guided his palm even further up my thigh. At the same time, I leaned to the left…

  … and planted a slow, sensual kiss right on Erik’s full, beautiful lips.

  “What were you guys saying again,” I teased, “about the more obvious ways you’re interested in me?”

  Erik’s arms slid around me, settling just beneath my breasts. He began kissing my neck, hotly, as Roman’s hand took over, somewhere between my legs.

  “Well… it’s kinda hard to explain,” Erik murmured, his voice smooth and deep as his lips grazed my ear.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. It might be better to just show you.”

  His hands roamed further, sliding their way beneath my shirt. Roman’s fingers were gently yet firmly kneading the juncture between my thighs, as my mind reeled with the thrill of a thousand dirty and wanton possibilities.

  “And would showing me involve your bedroom, by chance?” I managed to gasp.

  “Mmm-hmmm,” he nuzzled into my neck.

  Extricating myself from the couch somehow, I stood up and took each of them by one hand.

  “Then let’s go.”

  Nineteen

  SAVANNAH

  If there were anything to be learned from my first experience with the guys, it was that they had no limits. As lovers they were ravenously hungry for me. Totally insatiable.

  And they were very, very comfortable with what they were doing.

  I was stretched out across Erik’s bed, naked between them. Lolling my head back and forth, as they took turns kissing me. I was soaking wet. Legs spread. A dripping hot mess…

  Holy fuck…

  As if that weren’t intense enough, they were fingering me gently — together. Two independent hands, working in tandem. Driving me into an absolute frenzy as they circled my clit, glided along my folds, and sawed in and out of me, deep and slow.

  This could get totally addicting.

  I was practically squealing, it felt so good. And as much as I wanted them to plunge right in and just fuck the hell out of me, I was also enjoying it so much I didn’t want them to stop.

  “You good?”

  Erik’s smile was more of an evil, twisted smirk. He brushed a lock of hair back from my eyes as he asked the question.

  There was no use in lying.

  “Fucking amazing.”

  He chuckled softly and kissed me, his tongue diving deep into my mouth. Down below a pair of fingers curled exquisitely upward, brushing that one incredible spot that caused my whole body to jolt with electric pleasure.

  “That’s what we like to hear.”

  I could do this all night. No, scratch that. I could do it for days…

  “We’re glad you’re here,” Erik murmured into my mouth. “You were all we could think about…”

  A hand pulled my chin in the other direction, and suddenly I was being kissed by someone else. Roman’s mouth was hot and wet, the smoothness of his skin contrasting starkly against Erik’s sexy, five-o’clock shadow. Or ten o’clock. Or whatever the fuck time it was.

  “All week long,” said Roman, his thumb rubbing tantalizing circles around my clit. “Every single day. All three of us, we couldn’t stop talking about you.”

  “R—Really?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” he said, kissing me some more. “Wondering whether you’d call, or if we should just call you instead.” With his free hand, he used a single fingertip to lightly trace one of my nipples. It was the same thing Erik was doing on the other side.

  “Worrying about whether or not we’d lost you,” he whispered. “Or if we’d ever get to do this again…”

  His hand cupped me firmly, his thumb pumping my button. I reacted like I’d been struck by lightning. My whole body pulsed, arching upward. My lips parting in a silent gasp.

  “You’re pretty amazing,” Roman went on. He locked eyes with me, his fingers still deep inside. Still churning and pumping…

  Fuck.

  I could barely take it — the sensations were so overwhelming. And yet, I still wanted more. I wanted to be theirs forever, lying between them. Garnering their attention. Being showered with hot, lingering kisses, as they brought me closer and closer to a tremendous, life-altering climax.

  At the moment, such a thing wasn’t far off. They were still touching me, only now they were using their slick, sticky fingers to feed me my own sweet nectar. It drove me wild, licking their fingers clean. Watching them watch me do it, while spreading my legs even wider and urging them on.

  “Someone has to fuck me,” I eventually grunted. I was delirious with my need for them, now. Totally in heat. “Please…”

  They didn’t even exchange looks, which made me wonder if they’d established the order beforehand. Like one of them had won some secret bet, and therefore, the right to bed me first.

  It made me even hotter to think of it that way.

  Roman slid between my legs, while Erik moved up to kneel beside me. Gripping the base of his manhood in one tattooed hand, he sifted his fingers into my hair and fed me his cock.

  “Mmmmmm…”

  It slid easily and willingly into my throat, all thick and warm and pulsating. Quickly I took over for him. In and out, up and down, I used a combination of my hands and mouth in tandem. I was blowing him like there was no tomorrow when, suddenly, I felt the head of Roman’s big cock pushing its way inside me.

  I made a noise. It must’ve been a weird one, because both guys laughed.

  “What?”

  “You’re cute,” Roman shrugged, “that’s all.” Gripping my thighs, he added a smile. “Especially when your eyes cross.”

  I crossed my eyes on purpose, sticking my tongue out for comedic effect. Then I got serious. Grabbing him by the shoulders I pulled him downward and into me, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. It felt so enormously good, being stretched and filled like this. So much so, I’d completely forgotten about Erik.

  “Sorry honey,” I grinned, reaching for him again. I guided him back to my lips with a wink.

  “We’ll forgive you this time,” he joked, returning the wink with one of his own. “But if we’re going to keep doing this…”

  He grunted primally as his cock bottomed out in my throat. The idea of doing this again — and not just again, but to keep on doing this — made my stomach drop like a plummeting elevator.

  “… you’ll really need to learn how to multitask.”

  Twenty

  SAVANNAH

  My mind spun wildly as they plunged in and out of me. Taking me together, one from each end. Sawing me back and forth between them, until my whole body exploded in a shuddering, earth-shattering orgasm that left me temporarily spent and delirious.

  “Switch.”

  The word barely registered in my euphoria-clouded mind. It was a single word — a simple word. But a word made so very dirty in circumstances like this.

  I felt myself being manipulated; two impossibly strong hands guiding me by the hips. Pulling me backwards across the sheets, as I went with the flow. Eventually my bare feet touched the smooth wood floor, and I found myself bent over the edge of the bed, as Erik gripped me tightly and entered me from behind…

  “God…” I heard him swear loudly. “Fuck man, she’s so tight.”

  “A-fucking right she is,” agreed Roman. “She’s got such a rockstar pussy.”

  I lifted my head, then blew a stream of air through a curtain of my own hair. “A rockstar pussy, huh?” I joked, pulling my curls back over both ears. “Never heard that one before. Is this how you romance the girls?”

  Roman chuckled from somewhere behind me. “Only the ones with a rockstar pussy.”

  “Or maybe…” I grunted, propping myself up on my elbows. “Maybe you guys are just too big.”

  Erik laughed. He squeezed my ass hard in his hands, as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. As he finally bottomed out, he hissed through clenched teeth:

  “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”

  I grunted again and bucked backward, getting my second wind. Lying on my back earlier, giving myself over to them, I’d just wanted to be fucked. But now…

  Now I wanted to do some of the fucking.

  “Come on,” I said, rocking back and forth. “Go harder. Go deeper.”

  Erik took up the challenge, his fingertips digging in. He was deep. So fucking deep I could feel him in places I wasn’t accustomed to feeling anything, somewhere up near the butterflies, high in my belly.

  “Easy man,” I heard Roman say. “She’s—”

  “No, fuck easy,” I countered, whipping my head back to look at him over my shoulder. Erik’s face was a mask of pure pleasure. He was buried all the way inside me now, eyes half closed. “You want it? Take it. Do your thing.” I bucked hard again, bouncing my ass off his perfectly flat stomach. “But whatever you do, don’t go easy.”

  It was so incredibly hot, talking to them like this. Egging them on. Our words getting dirtier as I screwed them back, and told them exactly what I wanted.

  “That’s it,” I hissed eventually. “There. Oh fuck, baby. Right ther—”

  My sentence ended as Roman’s lips smashed against mine. He was kissing me roughly, possessively. Holding my head in both hands to keep me steady, as our tongues danced and our mouths churned and his friend continued plowing away at my throbbing, dripping pussy.

  This is insane.

  Roman’s hard, wet kisses were driving me absolutely wild. And Erik’s thrusts…

  That you’d actually be doing this again…

  The voice in my head wasn’t exactly admonishing, but it wasn’t approving either. It felt more like it was in disbelief. That it somehow couldn’t believe I hadn’t gotten this out of my system yet.

  Yeah right.

  As if something like this were a one-and-done type fantasy.

  At the moment all that mattered was wrapping my hands around Roman’s thick, beautiful shaft. Fitting as much of it into my mouth as I could, while grinding backward against Erik’s swirling, churning thrusts.

  MMMMmmmm…

  The whole thing felt wonderful, comfortable, right. As if we’d been doing it forever. As if it were no big deal to fall into bed with a pair of insanely hot guys, and enjoy having them go to town on my body.

  In the end, that was the scary part: how much I liked it. How much I’d taken to my threesome (and foursome) like a fish to water, regardless of feelings or emotions or the stigma of sluttiness that surrounded such a thing.

  And it was such a glorious, amazing thing, too.

  “Something we uh…” started Erik awkwardly. “Well, we’ve been meaning to ask you…”

  I couldn’t imagine what he was about to say. Thankfully, Roman took over.

  “What he means is,” groaned Roman. “Are you on birth control?”

  I laughed so hard around his cock I had to pull it from my lips. “Really? You’re asking me now?”

  The guys looked at each other for three or four seconds of silence, my body pinned between them.

  “Well it’s just that I’m really close,” Erik admitted. His voice was tight, his fingers flexing. I could feel him throbbing hard inside me, desperate to keep himself from the edge.

  “So, yeah, well… I know we should’ve asked you before, and…”

  I decided to put him out of his misery.

  “Yes.”

  His relief was palpable, washing over him in a wave. I felt his whole body relax, even as he began thrusting again.

  “I’m on the pill,” I told him again, this time wriggling my ass. I was smiling over my shoulder now. Really enjoying this. “Go ahead, baby. Fire away.”

  All the air left his lungs in one grateful breath, as Erik unloaded inside me. He kept flexing and screwing me through his orgasm. Slamming himself home again and again, while pumping me full of his seed.

  “Ohhhh FUCK yes…”

  I still had one hand on Roman, stroking him slowly as his friend finished emptying himself inside me. His gaze was locked on my ass — his attention completely drawn to watching us fuck. I could tell he got off on the voyeurism aspect of the whole thing. Maybe even more so than he could’ve imagined.

  “You want a turn?” I teased, twisting in his direction. I could only imagine how I looked. My pussy all swollen and full. His friend’s come still dripping down the inside of my smooth, bare thigh.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think I can make you come before you make me come again,” I dared him. “That’s what I think.”

  He smirked wryly, then pushed me forward, onto the bed. Face down on my elbows, I felt Erik slip a pillow under my cheek just as his friend straddled my ass and slid all the way up inside me.

  “Of course, a girl wouldn’t mind being wrong about such a thing…” I cooed softly.

  Twenty-One

  SAVANNAH

  It was a simple thing to duck out, in the dead of night. I was returning the favor, so to speak. Making the same kind of exit the guys had made back at my place, and avoiding any sort of ‘morning after’ awkwardness that came with the territory.

  The reality of the situation however, was that I didn’t feel the least bit awkward at all.

  This should’ve been strange to me, especially considering my history. I’d been great at sex, but not at what came afterward. Successful with men, but never with relationships. In bed, maybe I did have a rockstar pussy. But everything that came beyond that usually turned to shit.

  During the Uber ride back to my apartment, I had a few solid minutes to think about what I’d done. Under any other circumstances, this would be a walk of shame. Only I didn’t feel guilty. Not in the slightest. And if I were being entirely honest, I didn’t even feel shocked about it.

  That alone should’ve shocked me.

  Instead I felt elation. Emotionally and physically satisfied beyond anything I’d had before. For some reason, I was comfortable, with three strangers I barely knew. Falling into bed with them like old lovers. Letting them take me together…

  I shed yesterday’s clothes on my way through the bedroom, and took a hot, steam-filled, four-in-the-morning shower. By the time I got out it was nearly five. Too late to go to bed, too early to get up. Sort of.

  In the end my urge for coffee won out. I brewed a pot and practically drank the whole thing, lazing out on my couch. Watching the old horror movie Christine as the sun slowly illuminated the sky. My body was tired, but my mind was awake. It was Saturday, in Salem, a few weeks before Halloween. I’d open the shop early today for sure.

  They’re going to want to see you again.

  The thought both thrilled and alarmed me at the same time. I’d broken my rule. Hell, I’d shattered it.

  And Zane… he’s already asked for a raincheck.

  That part I actually looked forward to, despite all the warning bells in my head. Just like the others, Zane was right up my alley. Fun and funny, tall and gorgeous. A panty-dropping smile, and shoulders that went on for days. Not to mention my favorite place on his body: the vast, rippled expanse of his washboard stomach…

  Yeah, I’d go out with Zane anytime. And as long as we were doing rainchecks, I very much wanted to finish what we’d started in the back room of my shop.

  Do your thing, this other voice in my head told me. It was a softer voice, and a more permissible one as well. Just… don’t get attached.

  Attachment. Yeah, okay.

 

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