8. Theo
Chapter 8
Theo
After we’ve stuffed our faces with tacos, we each grab another beer and settle down in the living room to watch a movie on Netflix. As our guest, we let Maggie choose. I’m pretty sure she’ll go for a chick flick, but she surprises us when she opts for a horror movie.
“Ah, crap, is this the one with the freaky girl and the cursed videotape?” I ask.
“Yep,” Maggie replies smugly.
“Well, I hope you’re gonna protect me if she comes looking for me in the middle of the night,” I say, giving her a cheeky wink as I settle down next to her on the sofa.
“She, who?” Noah asks, settling down on the other side of Maggie while Tanner takes the chair.
“The cursed girl with the long greasy hair,” I reply.
Maggie pats my knee. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from psycho stalkers.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. “For all I know, you could be a psycho stalker, out to ravish me in my sleep.”
“Nah,” she says, shaking her head. “I gave up stalking a few years ago when I discovered competitive duck-herding.”
We all snort with laughter.
“Competitive what?” Noah asks.
“Duck-herding. Same as sheep-herding but with ducks,” she says matter-of-factly. “It’s a popular team-building activity with companies these days. Mike, husband number three I told you about earlier, took me on one organized by his company. It was one of the funniest days ever.”
“Sounds like we’re missing out. What the fuck are we doing in a band when we could be duck-herding?” Tanner chuckles.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Maggie says, shaking her head. “You guys have talent dripping from your fingertips.”
“You’re pretty talented yourself,” Tanner observes. He pauses, glancing between Noah and me. “The guys and I have discussed it, and even if this thing doesn’t work out with the lawyer, we’d still like to work with you, use some of the songs you’ve written, if you’re up for that. All above board, of course.”
Maggie’s mouth drops open. “You’re kidding?”
Noah shakes his head “Nope. I’ve already started laying down an arrangement for ‘Did You Know?’”
“From my notebook?” she squeaks, her blue eyes almost popping out of her head.
“Yep. You’ve inspired me,” Noah confirms.
“Holy shit!” she explodes.
She bounces up and down on the sofa in excitement before throwing her arms around each of us in turn.
“It’ll be a trial period at first, just to make sure we’re all happy,” Tanner points out, ever the practically-minded one.
“Of course,” she says breathlessly, sitting down between Noah and me again. “Thank you so much! I never dreamed—I mean, shit, who would’ve thought—" She trails off, too excited to put her thoughts into words.
I reach out to tweak a lock of her blonde hair with a grin, warmth trickling through my chest at seeing her so happy. I like it when Maggie laughs. Even her laughter is musical. She makes me feel light-hearted and carefree. My upbringing forced me to grow up a lot quicker than most. I didn’t have the carefree childhood that kids deserve, but Maggie exudes an innocent positivity that I’m beginning to crave.
We watch the film, and somehow Maggie ends up snuggled into my shoulder with her legs on Noah’s lap. I find myself idly smoothing my fingers through her hair and smile as I see Noah rubbing her feet. Tanner’s gaze keeps straying to her throughout the movie, his eyes drawn to her like magnets. By the time the movie is finished, she’s snoring softly, out for the count.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” I murmur, sliding my hands underneath her.
She curls into me like a little kitten as I carry her upstairs and place her on her bed. I pause, sitting on the edge as I look down at her, with blonde hair splayed around her flushed face and her dress bunched up around her juicy thighs. I want to run my hand up her smooth skin beneath that dress, see if she’s warm and soft there, too.
Her eyes flicker open, and she stares at me sleepily. “Theo?”
“No staying power, slugger. Can’t believe you fell asleep on me during the scary movie,” I smile.
“Sorry,” she sighs. “I didn’t drool on you, did I?”
“Nah, you’re good.” I pause, my eyes moving over her like hands. “Better than good. You’re fucking gorgeous, Maggie.”
“You make me feel gorgeous. All of you,” she whispers.
I give her a wry smile. “Confusing, huh?”
She nods. “Yeah. Earlier, Tanner and me, we, uh?—"
“You kissed,” I finish for her.
Her eyes widen. “How did you…?”
“He told us. Like Noah said earlier, we’re close. We all like you, Maggie. I like you. And right now, I want to kiss you.”
Maggie stares at me for a moment. I can see the expressions chasing across her face. Guilt. Doubt. Curiosity. And desire.
Slowly, she nods.
I don’t waste any time. I lean over her, caging her in with my arms. Dipping my head to hers, I seal our lips together.
Fuck, she tastes amazing.
Like nectar and sunshine.
I lick across the seam of her lips, and she opens up for me, her tongue playing with mine, exploring my mouth as I’m exploring hers. I cup the back of her head in my hand, holding her firmly so I can lick deeper into the sweetness of her mouth.
Our fevered kiss sends my cock into overdrive. He wants inside her sweet little cunt. But he’s going to have to wait. I won’t do anything to risk rushing this beauty in my arms, and I know that Noah and Tanner feel the same.
I lower my weight over her, and she grinds herself against my rigid dick with a needy moan.
“You are so fucking hot, Maggie,” I grunt, breaking the kiss and licking a stripe up her neck to her earlobe, biting it gently.
“So are you,” she whispers, tangling her hands in my hair and pulling my mouth to hers again.
The kiss is slow, drugging, and tender. There’s something much more than lust blossoming between us. I care about Maggie. I care enough not to rush her, not to overwhelm her, but I also want to give her pleasure, to show her just how much she’s already come to mean to me.
I break the kiss, easing her dress straps down her arms so that her breasts pop free. “Fuck, your tits are amazing,” I mutter, dipping my head and pulling a nipple into my mouth while I pinch the other between my thumb and my forefinger.
“Theo!” she mewls, bucking her hips against me.
“Can I touch you, Maggie? Can I touch that sweet treasure between your legs?” I ask, biting down gently on her nipple.
Her fingers bite into my biceps, and she nods her head. “Please! It aches.”
“Where does it ache, baby? Show me.”
“Here,” she whispers, sliding her hand between us to touch her pussy.
Her dress has ridden up, giving me a glimpse of silky blue panties and my cock almost detonates behind my zipper.
“Let me take care of that for you,” I offer, my voice rough with passion.
I slide my hand down her body, and her stomach muscles clench as my fingers find the edges of her underwear. I slip my hand inside, and her soft curls tease my palm as I cup her wet sex. Her heart pounds against my ear as I slide a finger along her folds, opening her up so I can find her little pearl.
“Oh, God!” she chokes, jerking beneath my hand.
“Is this the first time, Maggie? Is this the first time anyone’s touched you like this?” I rasp.
She nods, eyes closed, lips pressed together as I circle her clit. Her chest lifts and falls as she sucks in air, her hips moving instinctively with the rhythm of my finger.
“Gonna watch you come, baby,” I tell her, increasing my tempo and dipping my head to suckle hard on her nipple.
“Theo…I…I…oh, God!” she gasps, her back arching as she goes over the edge.
“Eyes on me, Maggie,” I demand.
Her eyes fly open, locking on mine as she rides the crest of her orgasm. Her juices bathe my hand, but I keep going, pulling every drop of pleasure from her body until she sags back into the mattress, breathing hard.
“Oh, wow,” she huffs, her cheeks turning bright red. She lifts her hands to her face, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“Don’t you dare,” I mutter, tugging her hands back down. “Don’t hide, Maggie. That was beautiful.”
“God, what’s wrong with me?” she asks with a moan, a note of self-disgust in her voice. “I get goosebumps when Noah touches me, I kissed Tanner this morning, and now this. I’m a slut, like my mom.”
“Stop that,” I say firmly, hating that she’s turning something wonderful into something shameful. I tug her against me, wrapping my arms around her. “You’re nothing like your mom. You don’t treat people like they’re nothing, for a start. You’re kind, caring, and strong. You’re beautiful inside and out. There’s no shame in wanting all three of us, Maggie, because, believe me, the feeling is mutual. You’ve been here less than two days, and I think we’re already a little bit in love with you.”
Maggie looks up at me, her eyes searching my face. “But… isn’t it wrong? To want all three of you?”
I shrug. “Why? Because society says you should only love one person at a time? Things aren’t always that cut-and-dried.”
She bites her lip. “Have you…has this happened to you before?”
“I’m not gonna lie to you, Maggie. Tanner and I have shared women before, but this—” I pause, trying to put my feelings into words without sounding corny. “This is different. You’re different. I’ve never met anyone like you before. And I know that goes for Tanner and Noah, too.”
“You said you and Tanner have shared women. Not Noah?” she asks curiously, her fingers playing idly with a button on my t-shirt.
“No, but that’s Noah’s story to tell,” I say with a smile. I smooth my hands through her hair, pulling back to look at her. “Everything’s in your court, Maggie. This can be whatever you want it to be. No pressure. No expectations. No choosing. No guilt.” I bend my head, giving her a lingering kiss. Her mouth follows mine as I pull away.
“Thank you,” she says quietly.
Her deep blue eyes are fixed on mine, and I swear my heart throbs an extra beat. “For what?”
“For showing me what real pleasure is and not making me feel cheap.”
I swallow hard. Fuck, her mom has done a number on this precious woman. “I should be thanking you. I feel like a fucking hero right now. I’ll always be the first man who made you come with my hands. Better than any Grammy,” I grin.
“I don’t think so!” she snorts. “But thanks.”
I plant another kiss on her soft lips before hopping from the bed. “Don’t overthink things, slugger. Get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Maggie gives me a sweet smile as I force myself to leave the room, my cock leading the way.