Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

4. Robbie

Following Noel, I glance around. The inside of the cabin is far larger than what it appeared to be. I’m not sure what to think of it—what to think of them. Their outlook is so different. Hell, just the other day, I was thinking of walking down the aisle with one man. I can’t imagine two men. Part of me wants to go nope, no way in hell. The other part? Yeah, that part is jumping up and down saying please I need all the sex. Although, from the way they interact, it’s clearly not only sex. Still, considering sex with my ex was…well, sufficient. It wasn”t what he looked like with his whore on our bed. But maybe that means I was at fault?

“What just crossed your mind?” Noel interrupts me as he stands next to an open doorway, his arms folded and one eyebrow raised. I didn’t even notice I had stopped in the middle of the hallway.

“Uh. Well.” Fuck. I want to lie, but there’s something about Noel that seems to stop me. “I was thinking that I’m probably bad at sex.”

To his credit, Noel doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t brush it off either. Instead, he takes it seriously. “Is there a reason you’d think that?”

“Sex with my ex was kinda…boring? Or at least, not nearly as exciting as the sex he was having in our bed with—never mind.” I mumble at the end. I can’t bring myself to talk about it now. The pain is too fresh. I’ve already mentioned it before, it does no good to dwell on it.

“It takes two. Maybe he was a selfish lover. Maybe you needed something else. Who knows? At least until you try something else.” Noel pauses, his eyes raking over me in a decidedly sexual manner. I’m not sure what to think of it, but he continues before I can address it. “And this here is the guest room. It’s yours for as long as you want. There’s an en suite bathroom as well.”

“Got it. There’s still more of my stuff in my car. But I can get by for a day or two with my bag. If it’s any longer than that, though, I may need to run back there.”

“We’ll figure it out. I’ll let you get acclimated. Make sure to please follow the rules.”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” I laugh, expecting him to join in, but his face wipes of all expression. It’s more terrifying than if he were glaring at me or trying to be intimidating. I swallow and take a step back, hitting the wall before his face breaks into a grin.

“Nah, of course not. I’m only fucking with you. We always clarify our offices are off limits to anyone visiting. Confidential information, you know?”

“What is it that you do? Please tell me you’re not lawyers.” I go for a laugh, and I grin when he does.

“Nope. Not lawyers. We’re not that bad. But we don’t like to talk about our work. Come on. Get some rest. You’ve had a long day, it sounds like,” Noel says softly as he gestures toward the room.

I smile gratefully as I step in and look around. It’s a beautiful setup. From the faint smell, the guest bed logs are cedar. It’s comforting, as if I stepped back in time. Considering we’re in the middle of nowhere, and there’s a fire in the living room, it’s not hard to imagine being outside the bustle of life’s demands. Until I walk into the bathroom, and everything gleams.

Here rustic gives way to modern living, yet it’s not over the top. The quartz countertops and the leaf tile backsplash screams money, but it’s not gaudy. Most of all, I eye the rain shower system with envy. Fuck it, I’m going to take advantage of that.

Humming softly to myself, I turn the water to hot and strip out of my clothes. Thankfully, there are a variety of toiletries already in there since my go bag is pretty light on options for that. Once the water warms up, I step in and let the water caress me. Fuck, whoever invented this is a damn genius.

The heat relaxes the knots I’ve been carrying in my neck from the drive in a wintery mix on a torturous cliff riddled road, and the devastation of an ex, who tossed away what I thought was going to be the perfect life. It even washes away the humiliation of having to ask two strangers to give me shelter from the storm, the winter one and the shit one of my life. Although…I really didn’t have to ask them. They offered, which is way more than I would have expected from anyone. Maybe I’m jaded from all the city living or from my ex who was—nope, not going there again. At least if I’m stuck in a cabin, it’s with two men who look like they belong on the covers of a magazine. Or in a porno. Preferably with me.

Just that traitorous thought and my cock starts to harden, wanting attention because fuck if they didn’t put thoughts in my head. I’ve only ever been with one man at a time. What the fuck would two be like? Would we take turns? Or would one of us be in the middle? Damn.

I squirt some soap in my hand and grab my cock, slowly stroking it as it becomes hard. The scenes in my mind…fuck. I can picture myself sucking Eddie off while Noel fucks me from behind. There would be nothing gentle about it. Pure, unadulterated need. None of the softness, the embracing of emotional connection, being used to get off—for all of us.

“Fuck!” I cry out as I come, my knees almost giving out. I slap my hand against the shower wall and take steading breaths. I finish my shower quickly before stepping out. When I reach for the towel, I realize I’m going to have to face them later. And I jerked off to images about them. My cheeks turn red, an unfortunate byproduct of being so pale. I groan, wanting to be swallowed up—and not in the way the vivid images just played through my mind. “Oh fuck. Here they’re giving me a place to stay and I’m perving on them. I’m such a fucking idiot.”

I pull on sleep pants, surprised I even put them in my go bag, and flop onto the comfortable bed. Maybe tomorrow will look better. It damn sure can’t be worse than today.