Chapter 32 Training
training
BELL
“Lunch first!” Ravik responded to my question about training through the door. “And, Z, you have to make it.”
“I tell yuh, this was a fix on your second maul!” Grumbling, Zion kissed the back of my head before pulling out, getting redressed in his uncharacteristic tee and joggers, then yanking open the bedroom door.
Ravik stood on the other side with his arms folded. He wasn’t wearing a hair tie, and his silver-laced ink-black hair had gotten way longer, I noticed. It was nearly brushing his shoulders. He would have looked cool if not for his “the buck stops here” stance.
“I put the fixings on the counter while we waited for the clock to run out,” Ravik told Zion while looking over his shoulder at me.
“Bumboclaat!” Zion pushed past him.
“Hey, man, don’t be like that. I’ll help you,” I heard Boone call out somewhere in the distance.
“No superior singing for either of unuh!” Zion declared, right before the Chrysanthemum Original Cast album cut out on “New Morning Begun.”
“It’s afternoon, anyway—that’s how you lost your full day,” Boone shot back.
While they argued, Ravik remained in the doorway. His arms were no longer folded, and he clasped and unclasped his hands in front of him. As if he didn’t quite know what to do with them.
Several awkward beats passed before it occurred to me to ask, “Do you want to come in?”
He was at the side of my bed in an instant. Like a vampire granted permission to enter.
But there was nothing but gentleness in his eyes as he settled down beside where I was sitting and asked, “Can I touch you?”
“Where?” A bashful feeling warmed my cheeks. Even though I’d thrown myself at him yesterday, bold as could be.
“Right here.”
He hovered both hands beside my cheeks.
I shyly nodded, remembering the way he’d cupped my face before kissing me for the first time yesterday.
He cupped my cheeks again this morning—afternoon. “You okay?”
I weighed the question with another mental poke at my brain. But no, still quiet and peaceful.
“Surprisingly, yes,” I answered with a little smile. Then I winced. “Not so sure about Zion, though.”
Ravik cut a glowering eye toward the open door. “He’s getting what he deserves for not feeding you on time.”
“IT WAS ONLY TWO MINUTES!” Zion yelled from the direction of the kitchen, reminding me that bears had excellent hearing.
And you know, I had to agree with the teacher who was apparently in trouble because he’d spent too long giving me such incredible pleasure. “It was only two minutes.”
Ravik’s face remained stern. “Even two minutes is too long. The next few weeks will be intense. We’ve waited a long time for you, and the temptation to get lost in you like Zion did this morning will be constant. But your care matters. Promise me you’ll make us take good care of you from now on.”
“A long time?” I repeated with a little chuff. “I met you all in May. It’s been less than two months.”
Even if I’m sitting here naked in Zion’s bed, after having had some form of sexual relations with each of them in less than twenty-four hours.
“It’s been longer for us,” Ravik answered, thumb stroking my cheek. “Even if we didn’t know we were waiting until you finally got here.”
Wow. Something fluttered in my chest. There my usually silent retired Mountie went again. Saying the exact right thing.
“Promise me,” he repeated, his expression both stern and tender. “If you get overwhelmed by all of this, don’t run away or isolate. Talk to us. Can you promise me that?”
I took his wrist in both hands to kiss his palm. “I promise.”
That was when I finally got to see that beautiful smile spread across his handsome face again. My chest went warm.
And suddenly, it occurred to me to ask the question Zion had answered back in May. “By the way, if Zion smells like raspberry jam, and I smell like sugar cookies, what do you smell like?”
“Bannock bread,” he answered. “So, like you, except with no sugar. Way less sweet.”
He let out a little chuckle, and I did, too. We laughed together. For the first time.
“And Boone?” I asked.
“ICE CREAM!” Boone answered from the kitchen, reminding me about that superior bear hearing detail again. “The kind you make with snow!”
I laughed. Then scrunched my nose, remembering what he’d said about our combined smells making for a great meal. “Wait a minute. You’re saying, you’d eat bannock bread, raspberry jam, sugar cookies, and ice cream in one sitting?”
Ravik just tilted his head with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “Turns out, I’ve got a sweet tooth.”
***
To their credit, Ravik and Boone left as soon as Zion was done making me a hummus and turkey sandwich—my favorite, even if he wasn’t quite generous enough with the smear he put on only one side of the bread.
I found out what training meant after we finished eating at a small section of his front room table, which was partially covered in stacks of various school years’ homework.
“I’m meant to grade these by tomorrow,” Zion said with a great roll of his “should have been retired by now, unhappy to still be serving my community” eyes. “I’ll try to make quick work of it before we hie away to Ravik’s place for the Boone training.”
I scrunched my forehead. “What is the Boone training, and why are we going to Ravik’s to have it?”
“Because Boone’s place is a complete tip. Not the accommodations at all to conduct an experience of this…” He paused, searching for the right word. “…magnitude.”
***
Magnitude turned out to be an understatement.
“Whoa,” I said a few hours later. “I mean… wow.”
I was back at Ravik’s cabin. Like the original house they’d taken me to, this one also had a downstairs bedroom with an ensuite bathroom of its own, and I was sitting on the bed, with all three guys standing before me. Kind of like that morning when they took me outside to reveal they were bears.
Except this time it was night, I was naked, and all three of them were, too.
And I wasn’t taking Boone’s third big reveal—beyond being a polar bear who smelled like ice cream—in stride.
I’d done such a good job of not checking out his package the two times he’d been naked in front of me.
I regretted that respect for his privacy now.
If I had known, I might have taken Zion’s warning about needing to “work my way up to being claimed by Boone” a little more seriously.
I’d been comparing him to the Farnese Hercules since I met him. But that statue had an itty-bitty penis resting against its ball sac.
Boone’s was much, much—and I really can’t emphasize this next amplifier enough—much larger.
I could only blink at Boone. Really blink at Boone’s insanely large penis, the sight of which completely canceled out him actually having a face.
I swallowed.
Hard.
But not nearly as hard as his big, fat…
I knew he was experienced. But I had to ask, “Other women have let you put that inside of them? Like, a lot of women?” I mean, I knew it was a log, but I wasn’t even sure I could get my hands around it.
“Yeah,” he answered with a proud grin. “But trust me, sugar, you have no reason to be jealous. I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you.”
How sweet.
And by sweet, I mean intimidating. Very, very intimidating.
That fear I thought I’d overcome yesterday came back in a brand-new, jumbo-sized flavor.
And I guessed they must have smelled it.
“Don’t become overwhelmed, sweetheart,” Zion advised. “We’ll take it slowly. Make sure you’re with us at every step.”
“We’re never looking to hurt you,” Boone reminded me.
Like he had back in Minneapolis.
And that was when I remembered how very much I trusted him. Almost from the start.
“Okay,” I breathed out, wondering—not for the first time since seeing his polar bear—what I had gotten myself into.
Training, as it turned out, had levels to it.
After a morning of moaning as Zion slid into me deeper than anyone else had ever been, Ravik took what I could only describe as a “living dilator” turn.
He laid me on my back and carefully applied lube before pushing my knees to my chest for a modified missionary and entering me slowly.
“Too much?” he asked when he was all the way inside with my legs bent over his muscular arms.
No… kind of.
Without the adrenaline from yesterday, even with lots of lube, it was a tighter fit. I found myself adjusting my hips, trying to get a little more comfortable.
Suddenly, Boone was there, lying down beside me with his head propped in one hand. “Okay if I help, sugar?”
I bit my lip and nodded. And he touched me at the top of my slit, rubbing his hand over my mound in a way that sparked pleasure and loosened me up around Ravik’s length, which was shorter than Zion’s, but wider.
With Boone’s handiwork in tandem, the stretch of Ravik went from uncomfortable to “Good… good… oh, god, so good!”
Soon I was moaning. Then I was coming, back arching above Boone’s very capable fingers.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Zion said, despite Ravik pulling out without releasing. “May I help further as we progress to phase three?”
Phase three. That confirmed my suspicion that Zion had been phase one this morning.
I quickly nodded. If phase three was anything like phases one and two, I was more than eager.
“First step: Boone’s going to prepare you,” Ravik said from somewhere I couldn’t see in the room. I guess he was taking over the instruction now that Zion was “helping me further.”
Boone got up, and Zion replaced him beside me. But instead of his hands, Zion got on his knees and used his tongue on my clit while Boone took the position Ravik had ceded and worked two fingers into my channel.
Ostensibly to massage more lube into my quivering core.
But with Zion’s tongue working its magic while he did, I soon found myself contracting around his fingers, whimpering as a second orgasm bloomed underneath his preparations.
“Fuck, you smell so good, sugar,” Boone growled above me. “I wish you were inside our heads with us. Could feel what the sight of you like this does to us.”
My core clenched at his words.
“Can I try?” he asked, voice wrecked, even though he was only touching me.
“Yes, please.”
“You don’t have to say please, baby,” Ravik told me from the shadows. “You never have to say please. Just try to relax.”
I felt like jelly after back-to-back orgasms, so it was an easy command to follow.
Zion moved away as Boone lined himself up to begin pushing in the mushroom tip of his huge manhood.
His entire length was also coated in lube, and oh god… It looked so obscene sinking into my glistening womanhood.
But the stretch of him was delicious, with his hands on my knees, pushing them wider and wider. It was so good.
Until… it wasn’t. I let out a sharp whimper when the stretch took on a pinching quality that made me feel like he was about to split me open.
Boone immediately stopped.
“Too much,” Ravik said. It wasn’t a question this time.
I breathed, rocking my hips to adjust. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Ravik answered. “Boone, we’re done for tonight.”
Boone immediately pulled out in that “soldier with orders” way he responded to all of Ravik’s commands.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, even as the relief of his withdrawal untensed my body.
I felt like such a failure. Tears sprang to my eyes. “After everything you’ve done for me. I wanted to do this one thing for you.”
“Sugar, no, don’t cry.”
Boone came back to the bed, drawing me into his arms and pulling me into his lap on top of his still incredibly hard dick. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Nobody’s mad at you.”
“You should be,” I whispered into his neck. “I’m so sorry.”
“You two, get out,” Boone snarled, like this situation was their fault, not mine.
There came the sound of footsteps and the door closing.
Then it was just Boone and me as I cried in his arms. Yet again.
“Shh. Shh,” he crooned. “Remember Minneapolis? Remember the first time you were my brave girl? It was you and me. And we figured out how to get you into some clothes you were willing to wear without you punching me in the nose for trying to kiss you.”
I let out a watery laugh. “You said you weren’t trying to kiss me!”
“I lied, sugar. I would have lied about anything back then to make you more comfortable with me being in your space. But I’m not lying now….”
He took my chin in his hand and tipped it up. “I promise you. We will figure this shit out. Whatever problems life throws our way, we will figure it out.”
I sniffled, wishing I had his self-assurance. “I wanted to make you happy.”
“Sugar, not to be crass, but getting my big-ass log even a little wet inside your sweet pussy made me happy as fuck. Too happy. Surprised I didn’t shoot and end it before you could tap out.”
Not to be crass.
I snorted, and somehow found myself laughing yet again.
Then sniffling. Then asking, “Can I kiss you?”
“Sugar.” Boone’s entire face softened. “You never have to ask.”
We kissed, tongues delving deep. Then he asked, “How would you feel about grinding on me like you did in the loft? I’ve been fantasizing about that for weeks.”
I laughed at his claim. “You’re not serious.”
Boone showed how serious he was by positioning me on top of him, my folds split wide over his shaft.
“You got the keys, sugar,” he told me, folding his hands behind his head. “I’m here to enjoy your ride.”
“Boone….” Self-conscious heat crept up my neck.
“It’ll make me happy,” he singsonged.
And somehow I found myself laughing again. Then moaning as I began to undulate my hips, rubbing my throbbing nub over his glistening shaft.
Boone just watched at first, but when I started to get closer, his hands came up to cover my small breasts. Squeezing.
“Oh fuck, this pussy is so sweet. So sweet.”
“Boone…” I said, voice shaky when I felt yet another climax coming for me.
I cried out, and Boone grunted low as I came and he released a load onto his Herculean torso.
Then he grinned up at me. “We figured it out.”
“We figured it out,” I agreed, collapsing into his messy chest.
Thank goodness for the ensuite bathroom. We took quick showers. Then, by some maul agreement I wasn’t privy to, Boone invited me to sleep with him tonight instead of Zion in the bed that had been mysteriously remade while we were cleaning up in the shower.
With every passing hour, it was getting easier to say yes to everything they asked.
“Bravest girl I know,” Boone said, wrapping me up in his arms as soon as we climbed under the covers.
I settled onto his chest with a little sigh.
Still, I had to ask, “Are you sure you’re not disappointed? What if you’re never able to… you know… claim me.”
He stilled. Then exhaled a breath into the top of my locks.
“We’ll figure it out,” he said with that Herculean self-assurance, squeezing me even tighter in his arms. “We’ve got plenty of time, sugar.”