“Come, baby,” I hear him say. No one needs to tell Vaughn twice. His fingers dig into Shaw’s hips and three hard pumps is all it takes before he’s groaning with his head pressed against Shaw’s shoulder. They both settle for a moment, just breathing. I’m focused on Shaw’s hard dick bobbing against his t-shirt. I stumble off to the side as Shaw suddenly springs to his feet. He pulls up his pants just enough to cover his ass. He catches my elbow and starts pushing me back toward the door.
“Where are we going?” I ask, panicked for so many reasons, like the fire’s still going and poor Vaughn just jizzed himself to death in that chair. We can’t just leave him or the fire going. “What about Vaughn?” I ask.
“Come on, Vaughn,” he calls out. “Brook wants you to watch while I take her.” I don’t hear Vaughn behind us, but I’m more focused on not tripping over my own feet as he marches me through the house to the big bed in the addition. He tosses me face first in the covers and, as I try to wiggle my way to a comfortable position, he walks to the side of the bed so I can see him slide a fresh condom into place. Then he steps behind me again and I feel his hands at my waist yanking my leggings and panties down my thighs. A few moments later, he’s pushing my thighs apart just enough to get at my throbbing pussy from behind. I arch my back to help him out.
He isn’t gentle as he slams inside me and even though I cry out, whimpering his name, it’s exactly what I wanted, for him to take me brutal and fast. He’s fucking me like it’s been years since he ever had it this good. When I feel the bed dip beside me, I open my eyes. There’s Vaughn, still a little bleary eyed from his own orgasm, but ready and eager for more.
“Okay, baby?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I whimper as Shaw pumps into me again and again. I’m coming. I can’t wait. I can’t stop myself. Shaw is hitting my g-spot just right and the thought of Vaughn watching us, the way I watched them is too fucking much. It’s way too fucking much again when Vaughn slides his hand under me and finds my clit. I groan out a loud “Fuck!” as he gives it a perfectly painful squeeze. I come all over Shaw’s dick again and I think I hear him say something close to, “Brook! Fuck!” before I black out.
When my senses come back to me, Shaw is still in my pussy, but he’s stopped moving.
“Did I kill her?” I hear him ask Vaughn. I crack my eyes open and look at him. Vaughn smiles back at me, his glasses low on his nose again. He winks at me before he strokes my cheek.
“She’s fine, but maybe get off her and let’s take those cuffs off.”
“Thank you,” I groan. Shaw is still balls deep inside me when he takes the cuffs off. I ease my arms to the side, get up on all fours and push back on him two more times before he wraps his arms around me and pulls me upright. He pulls out and helps me stand off the bed. Vaughn pulls up my pants and helps me fix myself while Shaw gets rid of the condom in the bathroom. I let Vaughn rub my shoulders. He turns me, still rubbing me down as I face Shaw, who cups my chin and kisses me on my lips.
“I can’t come inside you right now. We gotta talk about BC and other general safety shit, but soon. We’ll talk about how to do it the way you want it.”
“’Kay.” I don’t know whether to cry or come. The considerate way he’s talking is equal parts sensual and sweet.
“Good girl. Now put your titties away, or don’t, but Vaughn is going to help you get ready for bed and then we’re going to watch the best movie ever made.”
“Which is?” I say, tucking my boobs back into my bra.
“Haven’t decided yet. Let me go put out the fire before I piss off the historical society and burn this place down.” He leans over my shoulder and kisses Vaughn. “You good?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Be right back.” He literally skips out of the room and then jumps up the stairs back into the main part of the house.
I can’t but help chuckle as I turn back to Vaughn.
“Let’s get some water and then take a shower. Sound good?”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Come on.” I let Vaughn take my hand and lead me into the kitchen where Roger is now dead asleep under the dining room table, clearly over our human bullshit. Vaughn hands me an ice-cold glass of water as Shaw comes stomping back into the kitchen singing “American” from West Side Story. Our weekend isn’t close to over, but I’m already scrolling through my mental calendar putting another trip to the Cape on the schedule.
Nineteen
Brooklyn
I need to get back to the city, but first, brunch. I know it’s silly. I could drive through a Dunkin’ Donuts, caffeinate and feed myself, and be back at my apartment with plenty of time to do some relaxing shit like wash my hair or something else that’ll help me turn my vagina off before I have to be back to work in the morning. A couple of hours after our fireside sexcapades, I somehow ended up having sex with Vaughn while a sleepy Shaw watched us and jacked his dick. Later, in the middle of the night when I came back from getting more water, Shaw fingerbanged me back to sleep. This is going to be a problem.
I went from sad, tortured spinster-in-training to insatiable sex fiend in a matter of weeks. Being around Shaw and Vaughn isn’t addictive, exactly. I just wake up the next morning with the clear sense that I haven’t been this happy in a long time. I know it’s not a perfect scenario, but now that Shaw and I have sorted things out, I really feel like I can enjoy being with them both. And what’s more, I feel like they genuinely enjoy being with me, which I didn’t think I’d trust at least for another decade or so.
I grab my purse and head to the driveway, where Vaughn is sitting in the front seat of his Escalade, one leg hanging out as he blasts some Beenie Man song I haven’t heard in ages. I stop halfway down the brick path and start rolling my hips.
“Okay, girl,” Vaughn laughs.
“This my shit. Where’s Shaw?”
“He’s doing something in his workshop real quick.”
“Can I go in there?”
