18. Piper
CHAPTER 18
Piper
I t’s a good thing that I chose to wear the sexiest underwear I have under my little white cotton sundress tonight. I’m done playing around. I’m done pretending that if I ignore all of this long enough, that it will just go away.
I want them. Even if it’s scary, even if I am terrified of fucking this up and losing them. I want all three of them. Together.
I choose Dalton’s room. Seeing him, lying sadly out in the barn, propping his sleeping bag up on some hay, was the worst thing that I’ve seen. And it’s a stark reminder of what’s at stake.
I have to get this right. For us. For me.
I want this to be something… more. I just don’t know how yet. And, more than that, I don’t know how to navigate it. How do I make sure that it’s fair for me to spend time with each of the guys? If we do have a baby, how will it be fair to decide who gets to say they’re the dad? How will we make that work?
I’m not stupid. Living in a small town like this, people are going to talk. And I know exactly what it feels like to be the focus of small-town gossip. It’s not an experience that I want to repeat. Blaire and I grew up as the sad orphan girls who had to be raised by their grandparents. She responded to that by being bolder, bigger, and meaner than anyone who talked trash about us. I responded to it by being perfect, so that no one had anything to say.
But I don’t know how to be perfect in this situation.
However, that’s a problem for another day. Today’s problem is that I want all three of the guys. At once. And I’m ready to make that happen.
I’m out of the sundress and lounging on the bed when they come bursting in. Clearly, they tried Tate’s and Brent’s rooms first, because I can hear them about three seconds before the door opens and all of them collapse into the room.
There’s a delicious, perfect moment when they see me lounging casually on Dalton’s bed. In a set of lingerie that would make even the most experienced boudoir photographer blush.
Brent’s the one who speaks first.
“Holy hell, baby,” he gasps, a hand scrubbing over his face as he looks at me. “Where the hell did you get that?”
“The internet,” I say primly.
Dalton’s face gets dark. “Someone saw you in this shit on the internet?”
Tate smacks him. “No, Neanderthal. She bought it on the internet.”
“Oh,” Dalton mutters. My god. He’s cute when he is confused.
I smile at them, letting my legs fall open. “I want all of you. Together.”
I could never choose.
I know I need to make that clear. Dalton’s reaction today showed me that, too. I need to make sure that they know I would never prefer one of them over the others, but I think it’s probably just easier if I show them.
From the doorway, all three men look at me with wide eyes. Brent, as always, is the first to respond. “Piper, are you sure that you…”
I nod. I know that it upset Dalton to be left out. I knew it would. And I’m never going to do that again.
For a minute, I wonder if I’m making the wrong choice. I started this because I wanted a baby, and because I was sure that I would never get what I wanted on my own time. That I would somehow never find someone who could give me the family I wanted, because…
I don’t really remember now. At this point, it’s about the baby and so much more.
Brent moves, and the doubts vanish from my mind.
“Are you sure, princess?” he asks, his hands gently trailing up the sides of my arms to touch my face.
I nod. It’s all I can do. I’m not just sure. I’m really, really sure.
I’m terrified I’m going to lose them. But I think what scares me even more is not taking this chance. Not going after what I want. Being afraid to lose something means it matters to me. And these guys? They matter.
Brent, Tate, and Dalton all exchange a glance. Then, at Brent’s nod, they move. Clothes fly through the air, and I would laugh at the fact that it looks almost comical. Except when they come around me, there’s nothing to laugh about. They’re dead serious. And so am I.
Dalton moves cautiously, scooting down on the bed. He’s at my front, kneeling down by my feet. Tate moves to be behind me, and he whips his shirt and jeans off before he gets to the bed. In his boxers, he settles behind me, and the playful vanilla and leather scent of him dominates my nose. Brent stands to the side, his hands steady on me. He takes one finger and pulls at the bra strap.
“Baby, I’m telling you to take this thing off, because if one of us does it, we’re going to rip clean through it,” he growls.
I laugh. My hands go behind my back to pull at the snap closures. When I shrug it off, I smile. “There. No damage done.”
“Good. I want to see that thing again. Another time.”
I should hope so. It’s the type of bra that you get from places in New York that have scandalously high prices. But it does show off my meager boobs to their best angle, so money well spent, I’d say.
To my side, Brent moves, fisting himself as he watches me. He’s so freaking hot.
They’re all so gosh darn attractive. Having their attention focused on me… Well. It’s part of this dream. Part of this impossible, crazy, insane dream that I have. One that feels insane to hope for.
“I think that Tate and I did a good job showing her how to come the other day,” Brent groans.
Behind me, Tate pulls me up so that my back is flush to his chest, and he pushes down the thin straps of the panties until they’re hugging my knees. His fingers pull at my nipple, tweaking it, then he repeats the process with the other nipple.
I moan, arching back, but Dalton spreads my legs. He looks up at Tate, giving him a wicked grin.
“I made her come with my tongue,” he grunts.
Well. I guess Dalton has plenty to say when he wants to. He stretches out, lying down. Tate watches as he does, then he pushes me forward so I’m straddling Dalton’s face.
“Now that’s a sight I want to see,” Tate says behind me.
When Dalton’s tongue lands on my core, I gasp. The angle is different. Very, very different. But the sensation of Dalton lapping at me? I moan into the familiarity of it. I know how good he is. And I know what’s coming next. Except, something is a little different. There are three of them now, a fact that I’m reminded of when Tate’s hands are on my nipples. He pulls on them.
Combined with Dalton lapping between my legs, I’m lost in feelings. Every part of my body is on fire right now. I’m so sensitive that I don’t know what to think. Everything feels different. Everything feels…
I freeze when Brent leans down over the side of the bed and kisses me. I’m about to come right then and there. Why did I wait so long to have them kiss me?
The kiss downstairs isn’t even close to this, in terms of heat. Brent kisses like he’s doing it for a grade. Like the only way to pass is to make out with me with everything he’s got. I could kiss him all day.
“Brent,” I say, panting as he pulls away.
“Dalton, I want her to scream for you,” he says to Dalton.
Dalton leans up, his fingers pressing up inside me. I gasp as he laps at my clit. Almost in sync, Tate pinches my nipples, leading down to kiss my neck.
I absolutely do come then. I cry out, arching up off of Tate, tugging Dalton closer to my core. He sucks on my clit, hard, and I shake with the orgasm that’s ricocheting through me. I gasp and writhe, and Tate slowly pulls me back, until I’m leaning against him, and Dalton is moving up to look at me.
Eventually, the orgasm lets me finish. Panting, I look up at them.
Brent smiles at me. “I guess he did make you come, just like that, huh?”
All I can do is nod.
“Good. You want all of us, Piper?”
I nod again.
“Get ready, baby,” Brent says.
Gently, Tate shifts me. He pushes me around on the bed until my hips are facing Dalton. I get a little tripped up in the underwear that’s still around my knees. Dalton growls, grabbing the sides of my thin panties, and shreds them, moving them off of my body entirely.
“Don’t worry about them,” I pant at Brent’s concerned look. “I can get sponsored.”
“Sponsored?” Dalton grunts.
Tate’s laugh is dark. “Then people will be looking at her in those, brother.”
“No,” Dalton says.
I shake my head. “Okay. No sponsorship. Free underwear is out the window.”
“Good,” Dalton mutters. I can feel him pressing at my entrance.
On my hands and knees, I lean back, welcoming Dalton as he fits to my entrance. I gasp, moaning as he fills me.
“Fuck. Look at you, Piper. You take him so well,” Tate purrs.
I look up. Tate’s cock is out. Thick, smooth, and long.
I look at Brent. He smiles at me. “Now, the other day I watched you suck my cock so pretty for me, Piper. You’re gonna do the same for Tate, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he says, lazily stroking himself in front of me. “And Dalton here? He’s gonna fuck you until you make him come. You got it?”
God, yes.
“Open your mouth, Piper,” Tate murmurs.
I do. Tate’s length fills my mouth, and I groan as he pumps inside me.
“She’s such a good girl, Dalton. I think she deserves a little reward now,” Brent says.
Tate nods. “She’s ready, Dalton.”
Dalton moves. It’s slow at first, but then the movement picks up. He starts to grunt, and when he does, I lean back. My lips are still wrapped around Tate, and he’s twitching as he pumps.
“Tate?” Brent says.
“I’m going to come,” he moans. “Piper, can you swallow me down?”
No clue. But I’ll do my best.
Brent moves, lying next to me on the bed. His cock stands up, and I wrap my hand around it.
“Tighter,” he says.
I oblige. I remember how hard he gripped himself, and I adjust my grip to match.
“Fuck,” Brent hisses. “You’re so fucking good, Piper.”
I don’t know what I’m good at. I don’t care. Because all I need to know is that they’re happy. And I am, too.
“Okay, Piper, darlin,” Brent says. “Squeeze me, and let Tate and Dalton do the rest.”
Tate jerks into my mouth. Simultaneously, Dalton presses inside. And Brent grabs my hand, using it to pump up and down on him.
At first, it’s all overwhelming. I feel filled, everywhere, and I’m not sure what to do. But then, there’s a… rhythm.
We move together. Tate’s thrusts force me to take Dalton’s length deeper. Brent pulls at my hand, moving me up and down at a pace that feels like it’s going to hurt him. It doesn’t. Clearly, it feels very good.
My body falls into the rhythm. Soon, Tate gets out of rhythm. He pauses. “Piper. I’m going to pull out. Just… wait.”
Dalton grips me, pumping in with force. I feel him come, and I groan at the sensation. Quickly, he pulls out, and Tate moves to be behind me. He pushes in, hissing. “Fuck, Piper. You’re so goddamn ready. So fucking ready.”
“Don’t let any of it slip out, Tate,” Brent grunts. “Give her what she wants.”
“I’m going to put a baby in you,” Tate says.
Brent moans. “We all are, brother.”
I don’t know why those words make me so frantic. But they do. And when Tate finishes inside me, seconds later, I’m gasping through an orgasm. I scream. My hand tightens around Dalton, and he yelps. He splashes across my breasts, the hot, thick jets of him coating my skin.
I want more. I want him inside me. I want all of them. I feel decadent. Greedy. Like I’m trying as hard as I can to get all of them inside me at once.
Tate pulls himself out, and Brent moans. Behind me, Tate comes with a towel, gently cleaning off my front. He presses a kiss, lingering and long, to my lips.
I feel… exhausted. Fulfilled. Complete.
Dalton pulls me under the covers, and slowly, Brent and Tate get up to leave the room. Sleepily, I watch them go. I want them all to stay, but I’m too tired to protest.
Behind me, Dalton tugs me closer. He kisses my neck. “I hope it works, Piper.”
I look back. “What works?”
“This. The baby.” His hands move over my stomach, and I sink backwards into him.
I hope that works. But when I’m saying that I hope ‘this’ works? I mean much, much more than just a baby.