Chapter 3 #2
"Fuck, she's sixteen," Dane muttered, pressing another needy kiss to my swollen lips. "I'm sorry, Belle, but we can't—” he broke off, kissing me with abandon.
"We won't do anything," Drake promised, his voice harsh even as his hands gently palmed my butt. "Just play a little—"
Outside, a car crunched up the gravel of our driveway. We froze, locked together in an intimate embrace.
The garage door made a sound of protest, and we immediately moved. Drake snatched my hand and pulled me after him, Dane's hand on my back as we ran for the stairs. Up into the house, across the living areas, and up the stairs toward our bedrooms.
They paused at my door.
"We're leaving, Belle," Drake told me in a hurried whisper. "Maybe tomorrow, maybe a month. But we're heading out. Gotta make something of ourselves."
"But we'll be back," Dane promised, one hand coming up to caress my cheek. "We'll come back to you."
The sound of my parent's muted voices and movements floated up the staircase.
"I love you," I whispered. "Both of you."
They grinned but still stepped back.
"Wait for us, pretty girl."
It had taken a month between them first signing up and finally leaving for boot camp. A month of awkward interactions at the dining table. Of heated glances and lingering touches. Of stolen kisses in dark corners.
And then they left, and there was—nothing. No phone calls or emails. Each year they'd send a birthday card and a gift. But otherwise—nothing. They didn't return while on leave. They'd never referenced our moment together again.
And I'd grown tired of waiting for something, of wanting something that I was convinced would never happen.
Are you sure it'll never happen? That insidious little voice broke through the cloud of memories. Yes, I told my inner voice firmly. They're a couple. They don't need me.
But they want you.
Not anymore.
Are you sure?
My phone beeped with an incoming text.
Honey
Sorry again about the lack of bed space. If it’s really bad I can set up the tent and kick my cousins out.
I grinned at Honey’s text.
Blue
It’s fine. Honestly, it’s almost like being back at my parents.
Honey
Now that I don’t believe. Those two men are fine as fuck. If it were me, I’d be running through that house naked until one of them pounced.
Blue
No pouncing going on here. Just them being nice.
Honey
Hmm… I’ll believe that when I see it.
I sighed, pushing off the blankets and getting to my feet. At this rate, sleep felt like a long way off.
May as well make some tea and find a book to read.
I crept through the quiet house, enjoying the soothing colours and warm tones of the wood and stone. The boys had done an amazing job decorating—pairing unique souvenirs from their travels with comfortable furnishings.
I had a feeling Drake was behind the decorating. The man had always liked to create spaces he could describe as home.
In the kitchen, I lifted the kettle, moving to the sink to fill it, when a sound drifted from the lounge. I froze, fear surging through me.
"Fuck, yeah," a voice whispered in the dark.
I silently replaced the kettle on the counter, tip-toeing down the hall to the lounge. Just beside the doorway, I paused, ears straining as I waited for the sound to come again.
"You gonna make me wait?" Drake's voice demanded in the dark.
"Blue's not ours yet," Dane replied.
"Bastard."
I heard sounds like wrestling, clothes moving, the slap of skin against skin, the hot wet slick of mouths sucking.
My eyes drifted shut, hope surging at their whispers. This reality was hotter, wetter, dirtier.
There's no one to stop us.
We were ten, nearly eleven years older. Wiser. Out of the home, living our own lives.
They’ve been gone for a long time.
I wanted to walk around the corner. I wanted to stand in the doorway and let them peel my clothes from my body. I wanted them to—
"You're gonna come." Drake's harsh demand interrupted my fantasy. "You need it."
“No. I want to come on Blue," Dane replied, his voice strangled.
"It may be a long wait, babe. Let me at least give you some relief."
"But—" Dane's groan ended any protests he may have voiced. "Hate you."
"Nah, you fucking love me."
"Yeah, but I'm still gonna fight you."
"Counting on it."
I heard them move, the sounds more frantic, more needy, just—more.
And I needed to see.
I stepped into the opening, nearly gasping at the sight before me.
Men. Skin. Muscles. Sweat. Beauty.
They were beautiful. So damn beautiful it hurt to look at them. Their bodies were muscular perfection. The warm glow of the lamp in the room highlighted the plains and dips of their bodies.
They were naked, their clothes scattered about. Drake straddled Dane, their hands and mouths all over each other.
"You gonna watch or join in?"
I jolted, eyes flying to see Dane watching at me over Drake's shoulder.
I opened my mouth, unsure how to answer.
"What?" Drake asked, shooting me a look that was pure devilry. "Cock got your tongue?"
"In," the word was a bare whisper.
They both froze.
"Say it again," Dane demanded.
"In." I cleared my throat. “I want to join you. Both of you.”
They moved, Drake rolling off Dane, both surging to their feet. They strode to me, cocks proud and heavy. My mouth watered with the possibility. I wanted—
Everything.
Their hands landed on me, stripping my clothes from my body.
Dressed only in the soft lamplight, I stood before them, wondering if they cared about the curves and abundance of my body.
I'd always been overly curvy. Hips and ass, breasts and belly.
My mother encouraged me to embrace my beauty, taught me to dress for it, and raised me up knowing that every woman is a goddess and beautiful in her own way.
It didn't stop the small seed of doubt sprouting as they gazed at my naked skin.
"Beautiful," Drake whispered reverently.
"Worth every fucking second of the long wait," Dane agreed.
My hands fluttered, needing something to hold on to, needing something to keep me grounded.
"Here, baby," Drake whispered, getting close. He picked up my hand, placing it across his chest. On my other side, Dane did the same.
Under my palms, I felt their hearts beat. The reassuring heat of their bodies warmed my hands, wrapping me in a fog of neediness.
"You ready, baby?" Dane asked, his voice low and soft.
I tilted my face toward him, offering a small smile. "Yes."
My words untethered the leash holding them back. As one, they reached for me, hands grazing my skin.
"Kiss her," Drake barked out, his head descending to my breast.
Dane chuckled, pulling me a step closer to him, fingers weaving in my hair.
"Been craving another taste of you, Blue." His whispered admission left me shivering. "We spent many nights getting each other off to the thought of you."
Drake's mouth closed around my breast, and I gasped, eyes closing, head falling back.
Dane's hand tilted my head toward him, his lips capturing mine in a greedy kiss. He deepened it, immediately teasing my tongue with his.
And just like that, I jumped headfirst into the wildest experience of my life.