In the barn, they pressed me into the hayloft, now an additional storage room complete with a beat-up leather couch, and took turns eating my pussy until I had to cry for mercy. I then watched, sprawled across the couch, completely spellbound as Drake and Dane fucked. They knew each other's limits, knew how to stroke, how to press, how hard to move, and what to do to elicit the exact response they needed to come.
And come they did. With me watching, their bodies locked together. They came, and I watched, relishing their pleasure, basking in their love. That love flowed through me, enveloped me, and burrowed its way into the darkest parts of my soul, erasing doubts and engraving this feeling into my core.
I love them.
They were so different. Dane—dark, quiet, and more likely to touch than speak. Though I'd discovered he had no trouble taking control and issuing orders in the heat of the moment. And Drake—light, loud and jovial. He liked to watch as much as he liked to partake, something which had surprised me, considering he was so hands-on and commanding outside the bedroom.
I stared at my phone, struggling to know what to say to my friends.
Blue
Um… so. I think we need a girls night.
I hit back, deleting the message.
Blue
I slept with them. And yes, Ani, I will share details.
I hit delete again.
Blue
Book club Monday. I’ll bring the wine.
"There's nothing here.” Drake ran a hand through his hair, the other holding the refrigerator door open as he peered at the empty shelves.
I hit send on my message and tossed it on the counter.
"I don't understand how you boys ate it all in the few days between me seeing you shopping and today,” I finally commented from my seat at their long island, trying to ignore how my heart ached happily in my chest.
“We're growing boys,” Drake protested, shooting me a cheeky grin. “Can't expect any food to last around here." He turned back to the fridge. "Case in point."
"Then let's go out," Dane said, exiting the laundry. He hefted the basket up, dropping a kiss on my head as he passed. "Bronze Horseman has a band tonight," he called over his shoulder as he headed outside to the clothesline.
Drake shut the door, moving to lean against the counter. He gave me an eyebrow lift.
I shrugged, "They do have great food."
"And you like dancing," Drake smiled. "You, us, we'll tear up the dance floor."
My heart skipped a little. "Are you sure you want to—" I trailed off, trying to find the words. "Declare like that?"
"Declare you're ours, and we're all together?" Drake asked, not allowing me to look away. "Baby, we've wanted to do that for years."
The question burned the tip of my tongue, seared through my thoughts, and whispered doubts in my ear.
"Then why did you stay away?"
Drake's eyebrows rose in surprise before settling into a frown, "We should wait for Dane."
I blinked. "You can't just tell me?"
Drake's frown deepened. "It's not that simple."
"Not simple? You just need to tell me why you didn't contact me."
He reached across the island, hooking a hand behind my head. "Babe, just give me two minutes to—"
