20. Chapter 20
My brain is deliciously fuzzy when we return to the house. Im not completely plastered, just happy. Cole takes off for his room when we all walk in, leaving me alone with my two guys.
Are you ready for bed? Foster asks, pulling me into his arms.
I could be, I answer coyly, a naughty idea blooming in my brain. I instantly have their attention, as if they can sense my thoughts.
Talon raises his eyebrows at Foster before turning to me. Are you sure you want that? I dont want this to be a drunken mistake youll regret in the morning.
They both wait for me to answer, faces serious. As light as I feel, they’re both very sober and careful not to cross my lines.
Its easier for the words to come out, but Im not drunk enough not to know what I want. And I want both of you.
Another look passes between the two of them until they agree.
My bed, its bigger, Talon says, grabbing my hand and running up the stairs. I have no choice but to match his pace, with Foster on my heels.
My stomach jumps when we enter the bedroom, and I hear the door shut behind me. The alcohol is no longer dulling my responses, and having both men staring at me with lust in their eyes is intimidating.
Are you shaking? Foster asks, laying his hand on my shoulder from behind me.
Just a little, I reply, my voice soft.
Talon steps closer to my front, sandwiching me between them. Are you scared? No one is going to hurt you here.
Not scared, just… a little nervous.
Foster lowers his head, kissing the side of my neck. We got you, I promise.”
Talon takes the lead, getting me out of my own head, Why dont you get naked and lie down on my bed? Well show you, Kitten.
Following Talons directions frees me from my anxiety. I dont need to think about anything. Just do as I’m told. I unzip the sundress I wore to the party and let it float to the floor, leaving me in only a white lace thong. I put my knee up to climb on the bed when Talon makes a sound.
I turn to him, and he gestures to my underwear. I said naked. Those need to go, too. Then lay on the bed sideways, head hanging off the side.
I do everything he says, lying on his soft bedding and waiting.
Callused hands on my thighs have me jerking my head up. Talons devilish smirk looks up at me from between my legs. Tattooed fingers dimply my flesh. I look around and find Foster undressing at the foot of the bed before climbing up next to me. He kisses me hard with his tongue and teeth.
Relax, he says to me, and I let go of my head, letting it hang again. Talon starts with his talented tongue on my pussy, licking a line up my slit from bottom to top before latching on to my clit. Foster swirls his tongue around my nipple, then sucks my breast into his mouth. My body jerks and I let out a loud moan at the dual pleasure of both their mouths on me. Talon adds his fingers inside of me, and Foster gently pinches my other nipple between his two fingers. They work me into a frenzy that has me loudly crying out my enjoyment. Then they both pull away from me.
I whine in disappointment and sit up, Why did you stop?
Talon smirks at me before turning to Foster. Go put your dick in her mouth so we dont wake up our house guest.
I dont have time to reflect on that before Foster pushes me down again and looks at my upside-down face. You good with this? he asks, always the gentleman.
Yes, I say, and stick the head of his cock in my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks, encouraging him for more, and he pushes in farther.
Talon resumes licking and sucking my clit as I feel Foster thrust into my throat. I try to swallow around him, and he groans as I do. I cant control much in this position as Foster starts to thrust harder. I let him fuck my mouth as I concentrate on what Talon is doing with his mouth on my clit, while his fingers pound into me. My orgasm slams into me, making me arch my back and scream around Foster’s cock in my mouth.
“Good girl,” Talon murmurs against me before I feel the bed shift as he rearranges himself. Before the spasms in my pussy have stopped, I feel his hard dick prodding me. He slides inside in one quick thrust. I am full from both ends as they both continue to push into my pussy and mouth.
Foster uses both of his hands on my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples. The sting of pain adds to the pleasure that my body is riding out. My brain feels slightly spaced with the blood rushing, but it’s not unpleasant.
Talon licks his thumb and rubs my clit, which is still sensitive from my orgasm. I buck up to meet him. Talon thrusts hard into my pussy while Foster fucks my throat faster, his balls meeting my forehead with each push. I could do without that, but I’m too far gone to care. Within minutes, my skin tingles, and my body stiffens with my impending climax. My eyes slam shut as I clench with the explosion of my release. I scream again around Foster’s cock, who stops to let me catch my breath. I hear Talon grunt as he follows me. His cock is twitching inside of me before he pulls out, and then he’s off the bed, and I hear his footsteps as he presumably goes to the bathroom.
Foster pulls himself out of my mouth. He uses my saliva that covers his dick to jerk it quickly. I watch, mesmerized, as he fists it one, two, and then three times before he’s coming all over my tits.
Foster smiles down at me, “You okay?” he asks.
I nod, as best as I can in this position, “That was fucking hot.”
Agreed. Be right back. Ill clean up my mess.
Talon emerges from the bathroom, now in sleep pants, and helps me sit up while I wait for Foster to come back.
So, was that anything to be nervous about? Talon asks with a smile.
Not at all. That was amazing, I grin up at him.
Im drifting, the alcohol and orgasms lulling me into sleep, when I feel someone climb onto the bed next to me. The wet warmth of the cloth on my chest is the last thing I remember before lying down and falling asleep.
I wake up the next morning alone in Talon’s bed. The sheets are cold, and my phone says it’s almost eleven. I can’t believe I slept in that late.
I open the bedroom door and look around the hallway before sneaking down the hall to my bedroom, naked as the day I was born. I take a quick shower and dress in a pair of leggings and a T-shirt before heading downstairs to find my boyfriends to thank them for a fun night.
Cole is the only one I see when I walk into the kitchen, my stomach grumbling for sustenance.
“Good morning,” I mumble and go to the fridge to grab some milk and cereal.
“Morning,” Cole says back, looking down at his phone as he drinks a green smoothie. Nothing looks as distasteful in the morning as that shit. “Talon’s downstairs, and Foster ran to the store,” he tells me before I can ask.
I pour myself some whole grain cereal in a bowl. Unfortunately, none of the guys are fans of sugary cereals, but this will do. I make a mental note to restock my food. I drag my bowl onto the island, sitting one stool away from him.
Cole looks exhausted, his eyes bruised from lack of sleep.
“You feeling okay? You look like shit,” I tell him honestly.
He snorts, “Just tired. I didn’t sleep well. The house was pretty loud last night.”
“Loud?” I ask. He looks up at me with a raised brow.
Oh. This is awkward.
One or both guys woke me up multiple times throughout the night, and none of us even tried to be quiet. We forgot entirely about Cole being across the hall. I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks.
“Sorry,” I mumble and shove a spoonful of my breakfast in my mouth.
Cole chuckles at my embarrassment. “No need to apologize. I popped my headphones in. I haven’t been sleeping great anyway.”
He sighs heavily and looks down at his phone.
“Spit it out,” I tell him, knowing he’s got something weighing on his mind. He’s the type who will let things fester in his brain until they explode. I was always his release valve for the pressure before it reached that point.
“Hannah, my ex, has been texting me nonstop. She wants to get back together.”
“Is that what you want?” I ask him, keeping my voice neutral. I don’t know much about their relationship except what his mom has to say about her, which was nothing nice. But I would try to remain impartial if he needed that, as a friend.
“No. I never wanted to see her again when I left.”
I don’t get his conflict, then, “Just tell her that, right?”
“It’s complicated. Hannah’s going through some health issues right now. Her family wants us to get married. They’ve got money, and they’re friends with the owner of the Ice Dragons. Their son didn’t make it to the NHL, so they have big dreams of their son-in-law being a pro.”
I still didn’t see the problem if he didn’t want to be with her.
“Do you still love her?” I ask him, trying to figure this all out.
He shakes his head, “I don’t think I ever really did. I always knew she wasn’t my forever person. She was just a convenience, someone who was always just there. That sounds horrible, but we’ve used each other over the years. She’s crazy.”
I grimace, “You know that guys who call a girl crazy are usually just shaming her. Her “crazy” is usually a reaction to the shitty things they put her through.”
He winces, “I wasn’t a saint in the relationship, but neither was she. She could be so controlling and vindictive if I ever did any small thing she didn’t like. Being with her was like walking on eggshells, never knowing if I would set her off. She reacts out of line with my behavior.
You, on the other hand, have every reason to act irrationally, with all the shit the three of us put you through. Instead, you took both their asses back.”
“It’s not like I’m serious with either of them. We’re just casually dating,” I argue with him for no apparent reason.
He gives me a deadpan look, “They went to a kids birthday party with you. Those two are completely obsessed with you. They aren’t going anywhere. I don’t think you could do anything to make them leave your side again. I’m happy that the three of you have worked it out. I really am.”
He says he’s happy, but his face looks devastated. I stand from my stool and approach him, touching his shoulder. “You’ll find someone who cares about you one day. Don’t lose hope,” I tell him, hoping I’m as reassuring as I try to be.
There’s an irony in having this conversation with him. At one time, we were the ones happy in a relationship, just the two of us. Then I asked to add two others, and we fell apart. Not for the first time, I ask myself if it all would have been different if I hadn’t been so greedy. Unfortunately, we’ll never know.
Cole places his large, rough hand over mine. “Thanks. I already had someone perfect, and I fucked that all up. My career is all I need.”
I don’t know how to reply, so I kiss his cheek before going downstairs to find Talon.