He twisted the beer in his hand, nervously. “Okay…”
“There’s only one problem with that,” I said, reaching down to undo the terrycloth belt. With a shrug of my shoulders, the robe fell straight to the floor.
“Ihaveno boundaries.”
Three jaws dropped open, as my three lovers bolted upright. The lingerie I was all decked out in was jet black and blood red. It stretched from my plunging lace corset to the slutty fishnets that climbed up my legs, all the way to the tops of my thighs. Those ended in the hottest pair of garter belts I could find, attached to a pair of very small,verycrotchless boy shorts.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
“As you can see, I went shopping,” I chuckled, stepping between them and the television. Spreading my legs shoulder width apart, I set my hands on my hips. “Do you boys like?”
They nodded together, wordlessly, like bobbleheads. The metaphor made me chuckle some more.
“Good, because we need to go over some things,” I said, mustering my confidence. “I’ll do it quickly too, so you can get back to your game.”
Bodie, I noticed, hadn’t said a word yet. His eyes locked themselves on mine though, as he brought his beer to his lips and tilted it back.
“While I appreciate your respectful approach to me staying here,” I began, “it’s the exact opposite of what I want. Iwant sex. Gobs and gobs of dripping, molten hot sex. I want it rough, I want it sweet, I want it any way I can get it. One on one, two on one, or you can all deck me at the same time,” I smiled devilishly, “I just need you to know I’m fair fucking game.”
My words were enough to make even Sawyer blush. And that was saying something.
“Holy shit, Hayden.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I laughed them off. “Look, you don’t whisk a girl away for a weekend and fuck her brains out, then expect her to go celibate when you move her in. It just doesn’t work that way. In fact, after what you boys did to me in Maine, I’m pretty sure you’ve created a monster. And speaking of monsters…”
I bit my lip in mock contemplation, letting my gaze intentionally drop to Sawyer’s crotch. I salivated over the bulge there for a moment, before letting my eyes shift to Carter’s, then Bodie’s, in turn.
“So watch the game,” I breathed, huskily. “And drink your beer. And enjoy the show, so to speak.”
Choosing one of them at random, I stepped forward and slid my hands high on his thighs.
“Now, let me get out of your way,” I murmured, dropping to my knees with a wink. “So you boys have a clear view of the TV…”
~ 27 ~
CARTER
There were few things better in life than watching football with your best friends. Watching it with a cold beer, for example. Or watching it while getting head; really good, really sloppy head, by some spectacularly beautiful, olive-skinned brunette, hellbent on bringing you off in her mouth. All while your team is comfortably winning.
It didn’t matter that Sawyer and Bodie were seated on either side of me. Actually, knowing they were watching made the whole thing even hotter. Knowing they were next was hot too, come to think of it. I felt a sharp pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach, just remembering those full, beautiful lips wrapped around someone other than me.
I sighed headily, settling deeper into the couch as Hayden continued to go down on me. Her hair was soft in my hands. It was even softer brushing against my taut stomach, or where it spilled down my bare thighs like two silk waterfalls. The crowd cheered, and for a moment I’d forgotten all about football. We’d made a big pass play, apparently. Right now though, it was the last thing I cared about.
God, she’s so fucking amazing.
I’d been dying to have her again. Not just like this either, but to hold her in my arms, to kiss that pouty, pretty little mouth. Amazing blowjob aside, the bigger news here was thatshe was now fair game. She’d just declared it was open season on her cute, perfect little ass, and I couldn’t wait to take her up on it.
Curbing the others hadn’t been easy, but in the end, we’d decided to do what was right. If she came to us, so be it. But while she was here, as a guest in our house, it seemed more appropriate to leave her alone for a while and let her get her life sorted out again.
It occurred to me that maybe this could be something. That perhaps once everything with her ogre of an ex-boyfriend had been settled, one of us might even end up with her. I knew how much Sawyer liked her; he couldn’t go three sentences without mentioning her name. Bodie, unbelievably, seemed to be into her even more. Normally reserved, she’d struck a chord with him on a level Sawyer and I hadn’t really seen before. Even in the short-lived times when hewasdating someone.
Of course, the fact that she’d slept withallof us could be an issue later on. Choosing just one of us would make the other two jealous in the short term. And in the long term, whoever ended up with her would have to deal with the fact that his two best friends already had his girlfriend, or fiancée, or wife.
Wife.
I gasped sharply as her mouth plunged all the way down, engulfing the full length of my manhood, deep into her hot, tender throat. Yes, Hayden was definitely wife material. Not just because she was gorgeous, but for a multitude of other, more important reasons. For one, she could hang. She had the same stupid sense of humor we did, and the same ridiculous ideas of what was funny. She could trade insults, giving it back as good as she got. She ate voraciously, laughed deeply, and she could ski — not to mention fuck — like an absolute demon.
Even so, it was her inner strength that was most attractive. Her fierce independence, her drive and ambition; her general spontaneity and lust for life were the most attractive things about her.
