CANDRIN
Hell breaks loose
I was freaking. Nope I was beyond freaking. It was Friday and Tanner was coming home this evening and I had to confess. Should I get down on my knees? Prostrate myself on the floor? Beg for forgiveness?
If I had cheated with someone, had a fling and was sorry and promised it would never happen again, maybe Tanner would forgive me. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I was selfish and wanted both men in my life, in my bed, and in my ass. In a perfect world, Tanner would be in my bed three nights a week, Huston another three and I’d have a night to myself thinking about their dicks.
Slick dribbled from my hole when I thought of the pair and their big cocks. Now I had some money, I could buy more underwear because I was constantly washing and wearing the few pairs I’d brought with me from my former home because slick was ever-present.
Tanner. Huston. Tanner. Huston. I loved… yes, not just lusted, I loved them. And I couldn’t choose but feared I was going to lose both.
Shit! Shit! Shit! This was so fucked up. I’d venture that it was worse than my Charles situation. I’d put that on the back burner for now because Tanner and Huston were more important than that fucker. He could wait. What was the saying? Revenge is a dish best served cold. Yeah, let him stew, furious he didn’t get the car. If I hadn’t been dealing with the chaos that was my personal life, I would have enjoyed imagining him in Father’s den slamming his fist on the leather couch and maybe throwing a vase or two. He’d be seething because someone had beaten him. And that someone was me.
The phone beeped and I screamed. Too early. Not now. Stay away. Not that I really wanted Tanner to not come home. I wanted him tocome… inside me. And Huston too.
But it was Huston saying he had a work thing and as it was across town, he might stay with friends tonight.
Phew. A one-night reprieve. The evening would allow me to explain to Tanner that… that what? His brother and I had sex and I liked it. Yeah, we’d been fucking every night this week. And still I wanted more. We’d had so much sex, I’d put off making a decision about whether one or both of us should follow Charles.
Another ding from the phone. I hardly dared look in case Huston changed his mind and was headed home. But it was his brother.
Delayed. See you in the morning.
That was good news and bad news. The good was the confrontation was postponed until tomorrow and the bad was that I’d have no dick in my ass tonight.
Miss you. See you tomorrow.
With the house to myself, and groceries I’d bought with the money in my bank account—thanks, Branson—I closed the curtains, scrolled through playlists on my phone and with the music blaring, I went into the kitchen. With a recipe I’d printed out at the office, I cooked my first meal solo. Giving myself a high five, I ate spicy shrimp noodles accompaniedby a cold beer. If it weren’t for my fucked up personal life, this would be a perfect night.
On a whim, I tossed off my clothes, turned the music up and bopped around the living room. Gods, it felt good to shake my butt and get rid of the aggression I’d been holding in about Charles, the frustration at loving two men, especially two brothers, and my financial situation. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the music.
Until a thump or was it a slam had my eyes snap open. Oh shit! Tanner had walked in, the noise must have been him shutting the door.
“What are you doing here?” I yelled over the music.
“I live here, remember.”
“What are you doing?” I shouted as he removed his tie and tossed off his jacket.
“I’m hoping to fuck you, if that’s okay.”
My mouth gaped. We were both yelling and I’d forgotten I was naked but my cock hadn’t. It was hard. I turned off the music as Tanner got down to his underwear. Slick was trickling down my leg because Tanner was sliding his briefs over his thighs and his huge arousal bounded out. I licked around my mouth,my determination to tell Tanner everything forgotten in my desire to be fucked.
“I thought you were delayed.”
“Long story.” He took a step toward me. “Don’t want to talk about it now.”
I gulped. “What do you want to do?”
“Didn’t I say that earlier?” He stroked my cheek and I moaned.
“Say it again, please.”
“Put my dick in your hole.”
“Yes, please,” I whimpered.
His arousal rubbed against my own. “Did you miss me?”
