Chapter 12
12
Elise
T he wine doesn’t fully kick in until after dinner.
I’m buzzing and tingling all over, my inhibitions disappearing with each mile. The food was fantastic, the atmosphere indulging, and the company, well… Oliver has stirred me in a different way, and it makes me feel guilty given what I’ve already started with James.
“Is everything alright?” he asks softly as he pulls up outside the cabin.
“Yes, just super relaxed and super full,” I reply, smiling as he gets out and opens the passenger door for me like a gentleman.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says. “You up for a night cap? The girls are fast asleep, we’ll have the living room all to ourselves.”
It’s definitely enticing.
Tall firs and pines stand guard around the property. I look up and see a starry sky, the moon keeping watch over everything. I can hear bugs and peeper frogs chittering in the underbrush nearby.
Somewhere far away, a wolf howls, calling for his pack perhaps. I feel like that wolf sometimes. Lost.
But tonight, Oliver has managed to make that feeling go away, and I don’t want to fall back into it.
“Yeah, let’s grab a nightcap,” I tell him.
We enter the cabin, and he locks the front door behind us, quickly switching his focus back on me. It feels good to be around him. I’ve been more relaxed since living here than at any other point in my life.
“What’s your poison?” Oliver asks, stopping in front of the minibar.
I make myself comfortable on the sofa, delighted to see embers still glowing in the fireplace, radiating a soft heat. “That smoky whiskey from the other night was really something.”
“Ah, yes, Irish finesse. I’m with you there, darlin’,” he says and pours each of us a double.
Tonight wasn’t supposed to be a date, but it sure felt like one. I was completely caught off guard but pleasantly surprised. My thoughts drift back to Shauna, to what she said and the way she said it. It echoes in the back of my head, and it’s got me curious.
Oliver hands me a glass and sits down next to me. His cologne invades my senses, making me dizzy as a familiar tingle travels through my limbs.
“I told you the uniform would work just fine at Candy’s,” he smiles, nodding at my attire.
“You were right.” I giggle and take a long sip. I had forgotten all about it and it now seems silly that I had worried at all.
“What are your plans here in Rustic?” Oliver asks as he brings the glass up to his lips, his brown eyes searching my face.
“What do you mean?”
“How long do you intend to stay here?”
“I don’t plan on going anywhere else anytime soon,” I reply. “I like it here. A lot.”
“It grows on you, I know.”
“To be honest, you, James, and Roman have made this place even more interesting. Had you asked me this question a couple of weeks back, I probably would’ve told you that I’d be tempted to move elsewhere, further south, before the end of next year.”
“What changed?”
Damn, it’s hard to focus when he’s looking at me like that, the light from the fireplace casting a soft glow over his brown and silver beard. There’s a fire in his gaze, too, a reflection of something deeper that echoes within me.
“You took me in, and it changed everything. It reminded me that I should open up more, that amazing things can happen if I just take a chance.”
“Not all people are the same,” he says, practically reading my mind.
I glance down at my glass and smile. “Yeah.”
I can feel his eyes on me, but I dare not look up again. I know if I do, I’ll be trapped. I will lose myself, my mind, my common sense altogether. The air between us thickens and crackles with unspoken desires. All it will take is one spark and everything goes boom.
“Elise, I’m going to kiss you.”
“Wait, what?”
I look up.
Dammit.
His mouth finds mine and I instantly surrender. He tastes of smoked whiskey and honey, of forbidden, sinfully delicious dreams coming true. His tongue explores with expert precision, and I moan roughly against his soft lips.
My legs part ever so slowly as he deepens the kiss. His hand slides shamelessly between my legs. I willingly, eagerly, allow his fingers to touch and explore.
“Do you want this?” he whispers, holding me by the back of the neck with his other hand.
My legs open wide, my body losing any connection left to my brain while Oliver works his way under the hem of my panties. But before it can go any further, I somehow find the strength to stop it.
I shoot up from the couch. “No, Oliver,” I gasp. “This isn’t right.”
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
My God, that bulge in his jeans makes my core tighten. My pussy aches. “I’ve started something with James. It’s not right, what we’re doing here.”
“It’s fine, Elise,” Oliver says with a gentle smile as he gets up from the couch. “I promise.”
“No, it’s not fine,” I insist. “You guys have been nothing but kind and hospitable, so sweet and supportive. I can’t bounce from one to the other like this.”
“What if I told you that you don’t have to choose?”
“Huh?”
I’m barely able to breathe as I look at him, standing so close and smelling so damn good. But it’s the grin blooming across his handsome face that makes me quiver with a newfound sense of anticipation.
“Come with me,” he says. “Do you trust me, Elise?”
“Yes, but why are you asking me that?”
“Just… follow me upstairs. And if your answer is still no, I’ll respect that. I promise.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
Oliver takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. We stop outside James’s bedroom at the far end of the hall.
He knocks lightly on the door and my breath catches when James answers, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, his broad, muscular chest and gorgeous shoulders making liquid heat pool between my legs.
“Stay here,” Oliver says then comes back with Roman a moment later. Like James, Roman is only wearing boxer briefs, his sculpted body causing unspeakable thoughts to run through my mind.
I’m in trouble. Deep trouble.
“I can explain,” I look at James.
“You’ve got nothing to explain,” he replies. He doesn’t sound angry. He doesn’t look upset. Neither does Roman. They’re both actually quite calm. Glancing down, I realize they’re also quite hard.
“I don’t understand…”
Oliver takes a step toward me, gesturing for me to enter the bedroom as James moves aside. Roman follows us in then turns and locks the door.
“What Shauna said earlier tonight wasn’t a lie. James, Roman and I, we can sometimes build a relationship with a single woman, if the chemistry is right.”
“But we don’t mind sharing,” James says. “We actually enjoy it when the woman is open and willing. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you feeling connected to each of us, Elise. I need you to understand that.”
Roman moves closer. “I know you feel it,” he says, his gaze softening as it meets mine. “I feel it, too. So do James and Oliver. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be standing here.”
“Oh, wow,” I mutter.
“It’s perfectly natural,” Oliver adds. “Sure, it might seem unconventional and a little strange, and most women would run for the hills when they see the three of us banding together, but you, Elise… you’re not most women. I can tell.”
“We can all tell,” James smiles broadly. “So, if you’re willing to entertain this and just let go of your inhibitions, you can trust us, Elise. None of us would do anything to harm you or make you feel uncomfortable. You have my word. And my word is my bond.”
“I trust you,” the words leave my mouth without my permission.
Maybe it’s the whiskey talking or the wine before. Maybe it’s the warmth flowing through the room and the thousand sizzling sensations bursting through me at once as I find myself at the center of their attention. Whatever the reason, I am compelled to push forward. To let go—not just of my inhibitions but of everything I thought I knew up until now.
I want to see where this leads. With shaky hands, I unbutton my diner uniform while my gaze wanders from James to Oliver, to Roman and back. Their eyes darken with desire as they pick up on my movements. I catch a glimpse of James’s cock struggling against the fabric of his grey boxer briefs.
“We’ll take it easy. One step at a time,” Oliver assures me.
By the time he reaches me, my uniform is on the floor. And so is his sweater.
I place my palms on his bare chest, then let my fingers run through the short and fuzzy curls of hair covering his bulky pecs. His nipples harden under my touch while his hands resume their original mission—sliding beneath my panties.
“Breathe,” he whispers.
Right. I forgot to do that. I laugh lightly and he kisses me.
The kiss is deeper this time. Hungrier. All senses have now been abandoned.
I sense James’s movement before I see him. He gets behind me, closing the distance until I feel his erection between my buttocks for a hot second. Then he pulls back as Oliver rids me of my panties and trails wet kisses down my neck.
Before I can blink again, I’m buck naked, slick between my legs and yearning for these three men to bring my wildest dreams into the real world.
“Come here,” Roman growls, pulling me into a kiss.
Oliver focuses on my breasts, kneading them, squeezing and massaging until I whimper with raw, unadulterated pleasure. He takes the left nipple in his mouth, then the right, suckling to the point of a most delicious stinging sensation that ripples through my entire ribcage.
“Can you feel this?” James whispers in my ear.
“Yes, I feel it,” I whisper back as his huge, rock-hard cock slides between my buttocks again. “Oh, James…”
I’m wedged between three massive, gorgeous, naked mountain men. Every inch of skin is hot to the touch. Every breath escaping our throats is ragged and charged with wild wanting.
“That’s it, feel all of it,” he groans as he thrusts his hips, and I feel him between my legs, stiff flesh gliding between my folds.
“Roman,” I manage as his tongue wrestles mine. I cry out when Oliver playfully nibbles on my nipple. “Oh, God, this is insane.”
“Do you want us to stop?” Oliver asks, pausing for a moment.
“No, please… don’t ever stop…”
“What do you want, then?” he replies, embers blazing in his eyes.
“Make me lose all my inhibitions; make me let go completely.”
Oliver grins like the devil, eager to oblige. James holds me upright, while Roman explores the delicate skin on the side of my neck with his lips and tongue. Oliver gets on his knees in front of me, and I know what’s coming.
My core tightens and I shudder at the first lick.
I look down, locking gazes with this devious, marvelous man.
I watch him eat me, my juices glazing his lips and glistening all over his short beard. Oh, God, it’s an incredible feeling to experience while Roman suckles on my nipples as James bites into my shoulder, his fingers digging into my buttocks.
“Part your legs for me,” James says, then plants a kiss on the back of my neck.
Arching my back ever so slightly, I do as I’m told. His hand slips between my legs from behind as Oliver glances up. He intensifies licking and sucking my clit until I feel the pressure reach its peak.
Roman keeps my mouth busy while Oliver focuses on my swollen clit. James proceeds to finger-fuck me in a frenzy-like fashion, his fingers going deep and curling with every retreat. My cries are muffled by Roman’s lips as I come hard. I tremble as James holds me close, consumed in an obliterating fire as the orgasm shatters me to the core.
“Fucking hell,” I manage, suddenly weightless.
I barely register the shift when James scoops me up in his arms, my mind drunk with ardent lust, my flesh still glowing in the aftermath of a devastating climax. Oliver grins and licks his lips, still tasting me.
James lays me on my back on the California king-sized bed. “We’ll take turns tonight,” he says, stroking himself as he looks down at me. “How does that sound?”
“It sounds amazing,” I moan as I fondle my breasts under their gazes.
“You decide who goes first, Elise. You have full control.”
“I want you, James.”
He settles between my legs, pulling my knees up. I watch his gargantuan cock swell as the tip probes my throbbing entrance. Roman and Oliver stay close—Oliver to my left while Roman crawls up beside me on my right.
I’m bathed in kisses. I’m touched and teased. I’m slowly but surely disintegrating as James splits me in half. He fills me to the brim, and I tremble beneath him, lost in the forests of his eyes. My pussy stretches to accommodate more of him as he thrusts deeper.
“This feels incredible,” I gasp as Roman sucks my nipple, letting his hand travel downward. His fingers explore my skin, inch by inch, until he reaches my swollen nub in desperate need of more attention.
“I need you to come again,” he says.
“Oh, yes,” I groan, the intensity becoming too much to bear.
James’s thrusts grow deeper and faster as Roman teases my clit. I clench tightly around James’s cock while Oliver kisses me hard. I drown in the sound of their groans, falling apart at the seams as Roman flicks my clit and I come again.
“You’re perfect, Elise,” James growls as he shoots his seed deep inside of me. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“You were made for us,” Oliver adds.
James and I take a few moments, allowing ourselves to come down from our climaxes. He kisses me sweetly on the lips before pulling out, leaving me missing him instantly. Once he moves, Oliver eagerly gets in position, tenderly caressing my face, breasts and arms before placing my legs up over his shoulders.
Oliver is huge, stretching me beyond my limits. My pussy is already tender, but I need more. I want more. I want all of them. “Don’t stop,” I beg without a sliver of shame.
Oliver pumps into me, every thrust bringing me closer to an edge I’m more than eager to fall over.
“Just like that, yes,” I moan and reach out to James.
He takes my hand, delighted by the view of my breasts bouncing while Oliver fucks me. “That’s it, baby,” James says. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“Harder,” I beg Roman, his fingers circling my clit with greater pressure.
“My pleasure,” he says as Oliver pounds into me. Deeper. Harder. Faster. “Let go,” he beckons me. “Let go of everything, Elise.”
“Yes… YES… OH, GOD, YES!” I ignite and collapse in a third orgasm.
My pussy clenches so hard that I feel the veins on Oliver’s cock pulsating as he comes, emptying himself deep inside of me.
Oliver grunts and rides out his orgasm. The way he stretches me to the max is an incredible feeling, and I don’t want him to leave. He lays down flat on me for a few moments, catching his breath, then kisses me tenderly all over my face before pulling out and rolling away.
Roman turns my chin and kisses me ravenously. Before I know what’s happening, I’m turned over on all fours, my knees sinking into the soft bed.
“Touch yourself,” Roman says as he spears me with his full, glorious length.
“FUCK,” I hiss.
He holds me firmly, one hand on the back of my neck, the other by my hip. I look up to find Oliver and James watching, their eyes glazed over as beads of sweat trickle down their faces.
“I said touch yourself,” Roman commands. This time, he brings his hand down and slaps my ass. I yelp from the shock, but the sweet sting feels amazing. It unleashes something I didn’t even know I liked.
“Do that again,” I tell him.
“Do you like it when I spank you?” Roman asks, thrusting himself deep inside of me again. I cry out in sweet agony.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I instinctively reply, melting at the sight of Oliver and James’s pleased grins. I keep my focus on them as I work on my hyper-sensitive clit, the pressure building. Roman thrusts deeply into me over and over again, bringing his hand down on my ass in stinging slaps.
It’s the ultimate pleasure.
“That’s it, Elise,” Roman growls. “I can feel you tightening. Keep going baby, give it to me.”
“Spank me again, please!” I beg.
His hand comes down and I explode with a scream, feeling Roman fill me up until it runs down my thighs. He exhales sharply and gently kisses the back of my neck as I collapse on the bed beneath him.
My heart is full.
And I am hooked.
“You’ll be the death of us,” James declares.
“Or you’ll be the death of me,” I contest, noticing his cock swelling again. “Already?”
“Your fault.”
I dare not complain.
If anything, I’m well aware that we’re just getting started. Whatever this is, it might bring me to an early doom. But for tonight, in this moment, it has cast me into the endless cradle of bliss.
There are plenty of hours left until morning.