Quarantales: The Complete Contemporary Romance Box Set, page 32
The hours I spent closed up in my shed don’t matter one damn bit. I’m hard again as if only a few seconds have passed since now and when I saw her last.
“Hey Jeb, you still got that book on farmsteading you wanted us to read?” Mitch asks when he comes in after holding the door open for Goldie.
“Yeah, why?”
“I was hoping I could flip through it,” Goldie answers, peeping up at me. She’s got to be lying about being a former stripper or just really good at playing on the shy hottie fantasy. Either way, I don’t like the effect her nervous glance has on me.
“Nico and Mitch mentioned you’d been wanting to turn the old pot field into a food garden. And I was thinking since y’all are going to be so busy this week, putting in the second floor of the house, maybe I’d work on it.”
So now she’s expecting me to believe she’s a hot girl, willing to have sex with us for money, and she’s not afraid to get dirty with some hard farm work?
Yeah, right. I glance at the cutesy yellow wedges she’s wearing in the middle of the goddamn forest and inform her, “Ground’s frozen. You won’t be able to plant anything out there until late April at the soonest.”
She frowns, but then she comes back with, “Could I maybe start a few things in pots? I noticed y’all are getting plenty of sun through those gorgeous two-story windows at the back of the house. I bet with watering and love, we could get some vegetables going indoors, then you could transplant them outside in April.”
Now it’s my turn to frown. This girl is clever. That’s exactly what all the off-grid farm books I read suggest. I’d even been thinking of getting some potting soil and seeds and starting the farm project myself while I’m here. I wanted to give Mitch and Nico something that would lessen the blow of the decision I’d made at the end of the football season.
But here Goldilocks comes messing with that plan, too.
I turn back to my sandwich so that I don’t have to look at her as I answer, “There’s a whole row of books about starting your own farm in the living room. Read them if you want. I don’t give a shit.”
There’s a little pause. Then she says, “Thank you.”
Fuck, if that sweet Southern accent of hers doesn’t make me think of not so sweet things. Like her pretty lips wrapped around one of my brother’s dicks as I force her head up and down on it.
But no, I gotta be strong. My recent decision will only confuse Mitch and Nico more if I give in to those thoughts.
I finish making my sandwiches and gobble them down. Afterwards, I’m technically full. But I’m still hungry.
At least Mitch and Nico are done playing host. We spend the rest of the day carrying in the drywall, flooring, and all the plumbing and electrical supplies we’ll need to finish out the second floor of our cabin. Don’t think I’m going to have to worry too much about off-season training this year. Carrying all those supplies up the stairs is a son of a bitch, even for three big guys like us. And it takes us all day to get everything inside.
There’d been some debate about whether to put one or two sets of stairs in the house last year. But I’m glad installing stairs in the middle of the house and off the kitchen near the back door won out in the end. That means I don’t have to see Goldie, who’s hanging out in the living room for the rest of the afternoon. Not until we finish hauling everything we’ll need for the second floor project upstairs and head to the front of the house for showers.
However, not seeing her for a few hours, that doesn’t keep my heart from stuttering a little when we find Goldie curled up on the couch asleep with The Four Season Harvest lying open in front of her. She’s shed Nico’s jacket, and she must have twisted and turned some in her sleep. The t-shirt’s ridden up, exposing just enough of her ass and pussy to make my mouth water.
To make all our mouths water.
Behind me, Nico says, “I’m making frozen pizzas for dinner. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”
“Good idea, man,” Mitch mutters.
But I don’t say shit. Just head for the bathroom I share with Mitch and point the shower level straight to cold. The cold water doesn’t work, though. I have to place a hand on the wall and jack myself off to get rid of the boner.
Afterwards, I breathe, hard and angry as the icy water crashes over me. If this is me after one glimpse at her exposed bottom, how am I going to get through a whole week?
Of course, Mitch is waiting when I come out of the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed he had made custom for four-person play. “You took quite a while in there.”
The way he’s smirking, he knows exactly why I wasn’t in and out of the shower in my usual ten minutes.
“Fuck you, man,” I answer.
“Nah, that’s Goldie’s job.”
He’s not wrong. I haven’t touched our intruder, but it feels like she’s mind fucking me as soon as I sit down at the table.
I watch her laugh and talk easily with Nico and Mitch about the second floor project and what food crops she’d like to get started. Like they’re old friends already. Not people she just met.
“So have you told your mom and dad about moving out here?” she asks Mitch at one point. “It’s amazing that you were able to get the land back.”
I admire Mitch for taking back his land too, but I gotta say, “You guys obviously don’t give a fuck about our personal security. How much did you tell this rando about us?”
Goldie’s warm smile disappears, and Mitch says, “Don’t look at me. You know Nico likes to talk.”
Nico glances over at Goldie while saying to me, “Jeb, she’s not a random. Don’t call her that. And can we change the subject? You’re making Goldie uncomfortable.”
Of course, Nico only cares about Goldie’s feelings.
I rise from the table, so abruptly, it knocks my chair back.
Goldie jumps, then cast her eyes down like a frightened bird.
“Sorry, Saint Nic, wouldn’t want to make Goldie uncomfortable,” I answer Nico. “I’ll eat out in the shed.”
With that, I grab my pizza and leave them to their cutesy dinner conversation.
Even if I wasn’t pissed as hell, I know I just ruin the mood anyway.
Like my mom said the last time I saw her…Like Charlotte said before she dumped us….
I ruin everything.
Chapter Eight
GINA
My heart sinks as I watch Jeb stomp away again. I don’t know why he hates me, but it’s obvious he does. A lot. Dinner had been going so well until he stormed out.
“Don’t mind him,” Nico says after a long, awkward moment. “He’ll come around.”
Is that what Nico told Charlotte? Also… “I don’t feel right taking so much money for all three of you when he doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
Mitch lifts an eyebrow. “You think that’s him not wanting to have anything to do with you?”
I shake my head. “What else could it be?”
Nico and Mitch exchange a look, and Mitch says, “We’re not sure actually. He’s fighting this. Fighting you. Never seen him do that before.”
“Was he like this with Charlotte?” Again, I know I’m not wife or even girlfriend material. But I have to ask.
Now Mitch scrunches his brows at Nico, just like Jeb a few moments ago. “Yeah, exactly how much did you tell her about us?”
Instead of answering him, Nico turns back to me. “This is different. Trust me. And eat up.”
I do as instructed, but the mood’s all changed now. No more talking. Just a lot of quiet munching until we’re all done eating. The rest of the pizza doesn’t taste nearly as good as the first bite. I keep thinking of Jeb eating in his shed because he hates me so much.
Funny, Tommy accused me so often of tricking him into falling for me like I was some sort of succubus or something. But the truth is, I can’t even charm Jeb enough to get through one meal with me.
After we’re done, Nico tells me to go take a shower in his room while he and Mitch clean up.
“I can clean up,” I offer.
“Goldie, that wasn’t a request,” Mitch answers. “Nico and me want you clean, naked, and waiting for us by the time we get done with the dishes.”
His tone is casual, but his words are all command. And I’m not sure if my stomach is somersaulting because I like it or because I’m scared.
Maybe a little of both.
Cynda had called Tommy controlling from the start. But he never commanded me, never told me what to do. It was more like he whined and threw temper tantrums until I gave in to his demands.
I’d been afraid all day that they’d expect me to know exactly how to handle having sex with two guys. So there’s a strange relief with just being told what to do.
Relief and anticipation.
What will they tell me to do next?
I wonder this as I peel off Jeb’s shirt and step into the shower.
And I find out the answer to that question sooner than I’m anticipating. Mitch and Nico are waiting when I come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me.
Again, they look nothing alike. Mitch is blond and pale, and Nico is dark and only a few shades lighter than me. But they’re both shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. And the way they are both reclined on opposite sides of the bed with all those rippling muscles puts me in mind of Roman gods.
“Thought we told you to be naked,” Mitch says.
His low and husky voice whispers across my skin, pebbling it with goosebumps.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
His eyes are hooded, like he finds my general awkwardness amusing. “Don’t be sorry, just drop the towel.”
I hesitate. Then remind myself this is nothing I haven’t done before. Then I make myself drop the towel.
Their eyes burn into me for a good, long silent while. And it makes me want to cover up because I’m not sure what I should do next. Yes, I used to take off my clothes for a living. But that was three years ago. Back when I had self-esteem. And there’s no club atmosphere here. No bottles of champagne popping. No pulsing trap music playing overhead.
Just lots and lots of quiet as two men stare at my naked body. Anxiety raises goosebumps on my flesh. For some reason, I’m even more self-conscious than the first time they saw me without any clothes. Their unwavering gazes make me even more nervous.
“Come here, Goldie,” Nico finally says. “Gimme another kiss.”
Good. More instructions. That strange relief comes back over me as I walk toward the bed.
But when I try to move around to Nico’s side, Mitch says, “Un-unh. I want to see you crawl to him. Start at the foot of the bed.”
Again, I try to do as instructed, dropping to my knees at the bed’s edge. But when I start to crawl forward, Mitch says, “Don’t be shy. Look at us, Goldie. Look at the men you’re about to fuck.”
I lift my eyes and somehow manage to meet their gazes. My heart races at their expressions. Hot and expectant.
And I rush to kiss Nico just so I don’t have to look.
That introduces a new kind of heat. Nico snakes one hand around my neck and tugs. He’s so strong. I have no choice but to fall on top of him.
And it doesn’t take long for our kiss to turn passionate. He was calm when I first came in, but now I can feel his erection bulging through his jeans. And I spread my legs, wanting more.
“Minutes up!” a voice says. It’s Mitch, I realize inside my daze.
In the next moment, I’m hauled off of Nico and find myself sitting in Mitch’s lap. He’s also bulging hard underneath his jeans. But he’s not Nico. He doesn’t ask for a kiss or even command me to give him one. He just takes it, claiming my mouth and then invading with his tongue.
The kiss is so hot, so insistent. Without thought, I start grinding myself on his bulge, not caring about the rough material.
“Yeah, baby, that’s good. Get nice and wet for my brother. Make sure he doesn’t win.” Mitch growls against my lips.
Then Nico says, “Minute’s up.”
Mitch ends the kiss abruptly and stills my hips. It feels like stomping on the brakes. And though I’ve learned over the years with Tommy to stay as docile as possible even when provoked, I can’t keep the irritation out of my voice as I ask, “Is this some kind of game?”
Mitch let’s out a bark of a chuckle. “Yeah, it’s called ‘Don’t come.’ Now go to Nico.”
I turn to Nico, and my mouth dries at the sight of him.
Saint Nic…that’s what Jeb called him earlier.
But his jeans are unzipped, and there’s a monster cock standing straight up and sheathed in a condom.
“It’s alright, mija,” he assures me. “You don’t have to take it all at once. We’ll use the whole two minutes if we have to. Climb on.”
So it’s two minutes now? I don’t understand their game, but I trust him for some reason. Holding my breath, I swing a leg over his body.
“Don’t rush,” he advises, his voice warm and low. “Take your time.”
I do as advised, using my core to push it against his seriously etched abs. Then I rub myself against his shaft instead of trying to take it inside of me. If Nico wasn’t lying down, I’d call what I’m doing a lap dance—the kind I refused to do before.
Two voices groan as I grind myself up and down Nico’s cock. I glance over at Mitch. He’s stroking himself through his jeans and watching me with hooded eyes.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” A compliment. But he spits the words out like I’m hurting him.
A confidence I haven’t felt in a long time begins to rush through me. And I grind down harder on Nico’s shaft. Loving the way he feels underneath me. Loving the way they’re both looking at me as I take my pleasure.
And it is pleasure. Something quickens inside of me with every grind of my hips.
Mitch has his cock out now. It’s not a monster like Nico’s, I note with some relief. But it’s still longer than average. And thick.
He strokes on a condom, then he says, “Talk to me, Goldie. Tell me how it feels.”
It takes me a moment to process that he wants me to talk while I’m on top of Nico.
I hesitantly confess, “It’s so big. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt me. But I’m getting so turned on as I do this, it makes me want to try.”
Mitch groans, and Nico utters a loud, “No! No! Aw, man!”
I find out why Nico sounds so disappointed when his cock pulses, and a jet of cum suddenly fills up the condom.
I abruptly stop grinding.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, horrified.
“No, don’t be sorry, mija,” Nico says with a wry chuckle. “I’ve never come that fast before. Or lost. You make me feel like I’m in high school.”
Before I can answer, Mitch says, “I win.”
Hands pull me off of Nico, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back. Then, Mitch shoves into me with one big thrust.
I cry out. Not because it hurts, but because it feels so good. I didn’t realize how ready I was for penetration until he pushed into me.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last if I look at you.”
Mitch collapses on top of me, covering my body like a blanket as he buries his head into my shoulder and starts pumping into me.
I instinctively raise my legs to wrap them around his hard waist. And we both moan when he sinks in even deeper. This position…is the exact opposite of Tommy’s version of missionary. It’s all of Mitch’s skin rubbing against all of mine. He’s pressed so tight against me, he’s pressing into my clit on every stroke.
And after only a few deep thrusts, it’s not him in danger of coming too soon, it’s me. I claw into his back as the orgasm overtakes me. I’m not trying to hurt him. But I have to grab hold of something. This sex. It makes me feel like I’m going to fly away.
Then a voice says somewhere in the distance says, “Two minutes.”
“Fuck that was hot,” Mitch says, rising to pull out of me.
A compliment. Not a complaint, I note with a little bit of pride. Then Nico pulls me back to his side of the bed. I guess watching me with Mitch was enough to help him make a comeback. He’s hard again. And sheathed in a fresh condom.
“You got her nice and ready for me. Thanks, man,” he says to Mitch.
I don’t realize how true his words are until he lifts me over his giant erection and starts setting me down on it. The thick head of his cock slowly splits my labia, and there’s no dry resistance to his invasion. Just inch after glorious inch sliding into my slickened core.
“Mmm,” I hum out with a keening wail when I’m fully seated. He’s filling me up in unbelievable ways. I brace my hands on his broad chest, sliding them over his smooth skin as his cock pulses heavy inside of me.
To his credit, he holds still. His hands grip my hips, but he gives me all the time I need to adjust. Just like he promised.
He’s someone who keeps his promises. Something about that realization makes me go from squirming on top of his cock to riding it. This is different from the lap dance move I tried before. I’m not pretending I know what I’m doing. I’m seeking…seeking pleasure…seeking him.
“Oh, yeah, mija. Just like that.”
He could just lie back like that, but he reaches up and grabs a hold of my breasts as I ride him. He flicks his thumbs over the tight buds, sending twin streams of electric pleasure straight to my womb.
Mitch has his cock in his hand again.
“Talk to me,” he grunts.
This time I don’t have to process his words. I know exactly what he wants.
“He’s big,” I answer breathlessly. “Too big. I can feel him against my cervix. But I don’t want him to stop. His dick…it’s so good.”
Mitch’s hand is moving faster on his cock, and he’s gritting his teeth. But he bites out, “Nico.”
Nico immediately says, “She took all of me, man. And she’s gripping my dick like a fist. I don’t know if she’s still orgasming from you or about to come again. Either way, it’s taking everything I got not to shoot my load.”
