CHAPTER THREE | CHERRIE
CHAPTER THREE
CHERRIE
A BUMP JOSTLES ME AWAKE . I bolt up and blink blurry eyes over the landscape of black closing around me. My confusion is soothed by the five blunt fingers that squeeze my thigh.
“It’s okay,” says the gentle murmur next to me.
I blow out a breath and settle back against his side. “Milo.”
“Yeah.” He folds a kiss into the top of my curls. His free hand tucks beneath my chin and lifts it. “You okay?”
Cal’s hard and sullen. The kind of formidable strength of a boxer or a bouncer. Tieran has charm and a dark pull that makes you want to slip into the darkness with him. But Milo ... Milo’s sweet. He’s quiet and watchful and makes me feel safe. So, when I’m caught in the liquid silver of his eyes that seem to glow in the endless span of darkness, I don’t pause to think before I kiss him.
I’ve wanted to taste his lips for so long. To feel them with mine. I’m not sure he appreciates the attack, but when he doesn’t immediately yank away, I part my lips.
Milo deepens the kiss. He tips my face further and sweeps his tongue into my mouth. I meet it and moan when his fingers curl into my hair. Into Cal’s jacket. It’s pulled over my shoulders and down my arms. I push it aside with my own coat and purse and wrap myself around his shoulders, arching into him.
“Cherrie,” he breathes into my lips. “Fuck, baby.”
His hand fumbles down my side to the buckle holding my belt. It gives with a prod of his fingers and the strap rolls off my hips. Then I’m being dragged into his lap. My back against his chest.
“Put her damn belt back on!” Cal snarls.
But Milo has his thumbs hooked into my waistband and he’s shoving my tights down my thighs. He barely has them to my knees and his hands are already wedged between them. Cool against my heat. His mouth is hungry, devouring mine, swallowing my whimpers as he slides two fingers inside me.
“So wet,” he groans and hooks his knuckles deeper. “God, Cherrie.”
I wiggle my tights over my knees and kick one of my sneakers off. I free one leg of fabric and dig my sock clad heel into the back of Tieran’s chair. This is not at all how I imagined my night ending. Getting fired and fingered by one of my three fantasy men, but I’m not stopping until God himself comes down and makes me. I have wanted this ... them for half my damn life and I don’t even care if they are kidnapping me because I’ve read that book and I like the ending.
“More,” I moan into his chin. My hips thrash against his palm. Urging. Insisting. “Don’t be gentle.”
“Fuck!”
His teeth sink into my bottom lip and he complies. He pistons his fingers into my pussy, filling the cabin with the wet slap of skin and my incoherent sobs begging him not to stop. My hand curves over his and I fuck myself, grinding my hips into his palm and rolling on his dick wedged under my ass.
“I’m going to embarrass myself if you don’t stop that,” he growls into the back of my shoulder.
I feel myself grin as I reach under with my free hand and grip the hard bump through the fabric of his jeans and squeeze. I mirror the thrust of his fingers and he groans into my neck. His heart pounds between my shoulder blades.
“Fucking ... God, Cherrie...”
“I’m cumming, Milo. Cum with me,” I whisper, quickening my pace. “Please ... please, I need...”
The arm he’s hooked around my middle cuts my air. His hard body gives a shudder that he expels in a grunt into my skin. The front of his jeans grows damp and sticky under my pumping fist, and I beam with delight as I cum a second later, drenching his fingers.
“God dammit,” he pants into my sweater. “God ... that wasn’t...”
I giggle and kiss the sweat dotting his brow. His fingers stay buried inside me until the tremors pass. Then he brushes them lightly over my clit and rests his damp fingers across my bare mound. His two center fingers glint in the light.
I lift my face to find Tieran watching me from between the front seats. His chin resting on his hands, elbow on the console. His face is entirely painted in shadows, but I see the glint of his eyes.
“Open,” he says quietly.
I do from my place in Milo’s lap. I part my knees and his fingers are already between them. Slipping through my release to delve into my sensitive channel. I bow back into Milo’s chest. His arms tight. Holding me in place as his friend takes his turn. Instead, he teases my clit with his sticky fingers, matching Tieran’s thrusts and sending my head back against his shoulder.
“She’s so soft and wet,” Tieran says but I’m not sure to who.
Maybe Milo because he answers, “Wait till she cums. It’s fucking heaven.”
I bite my lips and thrash against their combined efforts. Losing myself until I feel the rush of cold across my chest where Milo has hiked my top up over my breasts. His fingers never slow or waver as his free hand cups my right tit.
“Christ, you’re fucking perfect, mon chérie ,” Tieran says, the words gruff.
Milo tugs the lace cup down, baring a tiny, pink nipple. It looks so small and helpless cupped in his big hand. So eager when he strokes it with his thumb. The simple caress destroys my senses. Blinds all rational thought. I’m thinking vaguely how different they touch me when I cum. It’s so sudden and all at once, I have just enough sense to gasp, “Shit!” before I seize around Tieran. Milking him while Milo rolls my pulsing clit.
Panting, exhausted, I slump in Milo’s arms. Head against his shoulder. I can barely keep my eyes open.
“Enough! Belt. Now,” Cal snaps when the two holding me continue exploring my folds and valleys. Taking turns teasing my helpless clit. Fucking my opening. Playing with my slippery lips. My pussy is their playground and I’m just attached to it.
God, I fucking love it.
But Cal isn’t having it. He punches Tieran’s arm, dislodging him from me.
“Get back in your fucking seat and put her belt on.”
Tieran, unperturbed, drops down into his seat and promptly offers Cal the two fingers shiny with my release.
“Want a taste?”
I can’t be sure if he’s teasing the other man or serious, but Cal slaps the hand away, face a mask of disgust that hits me square in the chest. Was I wrong? Did he think I was disgusting? Sure, everything from the second Tieran dragged me behind the counter to now wasn’t exactly normal, but I ... I didn’t do this kind of thing with just anyone.
No one, actually.
I have been waiting for them for so long, there was never even the idea of someone else. But ... I get it. There are three of them and I have practically fucked two of them already with very little convincing.
Over the dark halo of his curls, I met Cal’s dark focus in the rearview mirror. The deep V pulling his brows together. His irritation is a palpable heat swelling in the air scented with my release.
God, he thinks I’m gross.
Eyes burning, I hurriedly slide off Milo and pull my clothes on. My orgasms feel like hot ashes in my throat, making my chest ache as I scoot as far away from Milo as possible, dropping Cal’s jacket between us as a shield. I can feel his confusion, his concern, but I can’t face him. Them. None of them. I feel suddenly so dirty.
I DON’T KNOW HOW DEEP into the mountains we’ve driven, but the wind is relentless. It screams and slams against us from all sides. Cal keeps a white knuckled grip on the wheel up one side and down the other. This wasn’t the way to their house in town. We’ve been driving for hours. Wherever we’re headed, it’s far and isolated.
We stop just when I’m beginning to think we’re going to drive straight across the country. Cal barks orders at Tieran and Milo. A single command I don’t understand.
“Garage!”
But the pair are already rolling out and Cal is at my door, yanking it open. He gives me his hand. I stuff his jacket into it instead and hop out on my own. He slams the door, barely audible in the brutal gales and I skirt out of his path. Giving him plenty of room to direct me without touching.
His dark eyes watch me. Level and wary. But he doesn’t reach for me. He turns and stalks towards the blurry outline of a house and up the porch. I follow him inside and am immediately relieved by the heat.
Homey is my first thought as I scan the worn furniture. It’s definitely a cabin. A hunting lodge maybe, but aside from the deer head over the fireplace, there’s no other animal paraphernalia.
Cal tosses his jacket over the armrest of the sofa and yanks up the sleeves of his shirt as if preparing for a difficult task.
Me, I realize when he turns to me with those eyes.
“Why am I here?” I snap before he can say a word. “This isn’t town or my apartment.”
The door behind me swings open. Tieran pokes his head in. Hair a mess around his wind clawed cheeks.
“We need another pair of hands. Shit’s heavy.”
Cal’s chest rises and falls with his deep aggravation. “Coming.” He waits for Tieran to disappear once more before facing me. “Upstairs. Last room at the end. Don’t try to run, Cherrie. You’ll die in this weather if I don’t kill you first.”
Jacket in hand once more, he storms out, leaving me alone in the foyer of a place that smelled of woodsmoke and pine.
I do a small circle, examining the space. Straight ahead of the door is a hallway that contains a single door on the right and darkness ahead. On the left, a narrow set of stairs lead up to a shadowy landing I guess is where the bedrooms are. To my immediate right is a cozy sitting area with a fireplace and the kind of clutter that kind of feels homey. There isn’t a feminine touch in sight. No flowers. Not even a painting beyond several framed photos I can’t make out.
Back in town, the boys live in a cabin much like this one. Maybe slightly bigger. I’ve never been inside, but I’ve done sneaky little drives past just to see if they were home, not that I would have stopped to say hi. I guess part of me just hoped to see them. The two stories of log had belonged to Cal’s family before his mom and her boyfriend packed it out of town, leaving Cal behind at eighteen. The whole town had been talking about it in hushed murmurs disguised as concern and prayers. Milo and Tieran had moved in a short time later and Jefferson had lost its mind as the three delinquents made a home together and did what the town feared from the day of their birth — continued to exist.
Jefferson and the people calling it home have never been good to me or them. Maybe that’s the unspoken bond that connected us all these years. There’s always been a kinship, an understanding that we don’t need those fuckers.
I certainly never did. Not when my parents were alive. Not after. I had no love for any of them. My boys are the only reason I put up with that place for as long as I have. Them, and the fact that I have no money to leave. My parents had no money. No insurance to help get me through and neither did Grams. Two weeks after Gram’s death, the landlord was kind enough to inform me that she hadn’t paid rent in almost four months, and he had the eviction papers to prove it. It wasn’t his problem I was seventeen and had no living relatives to speak of and no job. No money to get another place and nowhere to live in the process.
I left all of Gram’s things in the house. I couldn’t take any of it anyway and one peek over her bank statements made it clear I couldn’t put it in storage. The seven figures would have been exciting if there wasn’t a minus at the front; Grams loved bingo. Maybe a little too much, even when she lost everything.
But Grams is gone. I’m a billion miles from Jefferson, or wherever this place is. I’m with the men I’ve wanted since I was fifteen and all I want is to hike my way back to my apartment because my heart hurts. My stomach is writhing, and I know if I stay, if I face those three again, I will cry because that’s what my bitch ass does when I’m frustrated. It’s the coping mechanism God has gifted me with, and I’m already ashamed. If I cry on top of everything else...
With no way to hide or escape, I do the next best thing — I follow Cal’s command and head up the narrow stairs. Not because he said so, but because maybe there’s a blunt object I can use to beat them over the head with until I’ve given them amnesia so they can’t remember me humiliating myself in front of them.
The landing opens on a long, narrow corridor and a series of four doors. The one Cal directed me to at the very end is a bedroom. Clean. Methodically organized. With books lined all along the walls and a bed large enough for two draped in a thick, warm comforter in royal blue.
The other two doors on either side are also bedrooms. Same size but both lived in with laundry piled on chairs and shoes stuffed into corners.
I know this one belongs to Cal because it smells like him. Rich and earthy. And it has a level of control I would recognize anywhere. The other two were definitely Tieran’s with the band posters I recognize from our conversations and Milo’s gaming station.
I leave the rooms and make my way back down just as the trio return, breathing hard and shivering. All three stop shaking out their jackets and kicking snow off their boots when they catch sight of me on the stairs.
No one seems to know what to do. Milo and Tieran exchange glances. Cal looks pissed. Their uncertainty only fuels my humiliation and hurt.
“Why am I here?” I demand again, pinning each of them with a glower.
I am not about to let these assholes make me feel like shit because I let myself have a second of pleasure that didn’t come from a toy or my own hands.
“Tomorrow,” Cal says. “It’s late. Bed.”
He sweeps off his jacket and spears it on the hook next to the door. The other two follow suit, but I don’t move. I stare into his brown eyes until I feel warmth rise up into my face and the need to look away gnaws at my soul.
Tieran saves me by walking over and I think he’s about to take my hand but Cal is watching and the memory of his revulsion is still so horribly fresh, I scuttle back. Hands clasping at my back. Plastering myself to the wall and dropping my gaze as if just trying to get out of his way.
His hurt hits me like a fist. It knots my insides, but I keep my eyes on our feet even when I see his fingers curl at his sides and he hurries past. Milo doesn’t. He hovers a moment longer on the step just beneath mine.
“Are you okay?” he asks so quietly it breaks my heart.
“Yes,” I whisper, the lie shards of glass in my throat.
He seems to want to say more, but leaves me alone with the one person I want to get away from.
“Go to bed, Cherrie,” Cal says once it’s just us.
Annoyance swells and I latch onto it. “Stop telling me what to do.”
Cal takes a step towards me. Eyes hot. Fingers curled. But he halts just at the base. “On your own or I’ll fucking take you,” he bites out.
My heart is a rampant flock of bats shrieking for escape. I’m shaking, but it’s not anger. It is, but I’m furious because he’s not telling me what my purpose here is. Dragging me up a fucking mountain just to make me feel like trash seems like a weird thing to do.
Without another word, he storms down the hall and I’m alone with nowhere to go, except up. Up to his room. I wonder if that had been his plan. If he had wanted me for himself and ... well, I finger fucked the men who are basically his brothers.
Well, he doesn’t have to be an asshole about it. If he’d talked to me, I would have told him that that doesn’t work for me. I’m in love with them. All three of them. I’m not going to choose.
I can’t.
I blow out a breath as I round the corner and freeze.
Milo and Tieran block the hallway. Both are leaning on either side of the wall, listening to my conversation with Cal. Two sets of eyes lift and I’m rooted to the hardwood by the vulnerability in them.
“Come here, mon chérie ,” Tieran says gently, offering me his palm a second time.
I ignore the long fingers again and dive into his chest instead. His arms come around me hard, crushing my ribs. I mash my face into the place over his pattering heart trying desperately to stop the damn tears.
“What’s wrong?” Milo asks, fingers combing the tangled waves around my shoulders.
“Did we fucking hurt you?” Tieran demands into the top of my head. “If we did—”
“No,” I cut him off, fully conscious of the tremor in my voice. “I’m so tired,” I only half lie. “I think I just need sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
I lift my head and capture Milo’s mouth with mine. I kiss him deeply before doing the same with Tieran. Any other time the differences in the shape and texture of their lips would have made me smile, but I can’t find the strength when I pull back.
Milo sweeps back a tangled coil of hair off my cheek and searches my eyes with pools of moonlight.
“We would never do anything you don’t want, Cherrie.”
I know that. It’s probably crazy but I trust them without question. I’m just so confused and no one’s telling me anything.
“Just give us until morning,” Tieran adds as if reading my thoughts. “It’s been a long day. I promise we’ll explain everything.”
What other choice do I have? I willingly came this far with them. I can’t go back.
I relent.
Milo gives me a long-sleeved shirt with paint splatter that smells like him. Both men stand and watch me from Cal’s bedroom doorway as I pull off my top and tights, and reach around for my bra hook.
“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking perfect,” Tieran groans, hazel eyes fixed on my tits bouncing free of their restraints. The peaks tighten under their hungry gazes and the chill in the room.
I take my time shaking the material out and pulling it over my head. I like giving them a show. I like being watched by them. Besides, they weren’t the assholes. They didn’t make me feel bad. They’ve been nothing but sweet.
I sit on the edge of the bed and look at the two watching me like I hung the moon.
“Tuck me in?”
They practically shove each other to the ground to get to me. I’m nudged onto my back with each of them taking a side so I’m in the middle with them reclined next to me.
They don’t tuck me in.
Tieran rolls my top up over my chest and Milo drags my panties down my thighs to my knees.
They can’t stop looking. Their eyes are everywhere, eating every inch of my exposed body and I know I should be embarrassed. Hesitant even. No one has ever seen me like this and yet I’m perfectly still as they take their fill.
Milo makes the first move taking the nipple closest to him into his mouth. The hot cave of his mouth on my sensitive flesh has me arching into him with a sigh of his name.
His pale eyes watch me through the dark fringes falling over his brow. His tongue dances up and over the peak and my hand closest to him scoops through his hair to cup the back of his head.
“Like that, baby?” Tieran coaxes, pressing his lips to the curve of my shoulder.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Don’t stop.”
Tieran’s finger hooks into my chin and he turns my head to capture my lips as his brother palms my exposed breasts and tweaks my sensitive peaks. My hips thrash against the sheets but no one’s doing anything about it.
“Touch me. Please?” I beg into Tieran’s teasing mouth.
“Where?” he taunts. “Show me.”
His long fingers splay across my quivering belly, hot and heavy against my skin and I shiver. But don’t hesitate guiding his palm down and over my mound to dip into my needy heat.
“Here.” I press his fingers between my folds and feel his sharp inhale against my mouth. “I need you both here.”
“Can you take us both, mon chérie?” His long, thick fingers invade my wet opening, stretching me. “Your cunt is so tight.”
“Let me see.”
I think Tieran will withdraw and let the other man have a turn but Milo is pulling my thigh wider and wiggling his finger in alongside Tieran’s and I’m so full I can’t breathe.
“So tight,” Milo groans.
“And wet,” Tieran adds.
They don’t even bother working together when pumping their fingers. They move completely out of sync, confusing my body as it chases both for the release just out of reach.
“More,” I plead, watching them work havoc through my system. “Please. More. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
Milo pulls himself free to circle my clit with slick fingers. His darkened eyes sweep past me to the other man.
As if coming to a mutual understanding, Milo drags my panties to my ankles. My right foot is freed and each man takes an ankle. They’re lifted up and drawn over each of their hips, pulling my legs open into a wide V.
There doesn’t seem to be any urgency on their minds as they continue where they left off. It doesn’t matter that we’re on Cal’s bed without him. They take turns brushing through my slippery folds and delving into my slit.
One finger.
Two.
One.
Three.
“Oh!” I gasp as the fire in my core ignites. My hips rise to meet them. “I’m cumming,” I whimper, head falling back. “I’m cumming. Don’t stop.”
“God, I can’t wait to feel your pretty cunt milk my cock like this,” Tieran growls into my ear while he fills me with the fingers alongside Milo’s one, stretching my untouched channel to capacity.
It’s honestly too much, but I’m lost in my own mindless need I barely register anything as I grip them. Squeeze them. Milo pulls out and rubs my clit, fast and hard in time with his brother’s thrusts and I’m slipping.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop.”
They take me over and I wail their names and thrash wildly. Tieran spreads my fluttering opening for Milo to watch my core beg to be filled.
“Look how pink she is,” he says to his brother. “Her hole is so small and tight. And ours.”
As if to prove it, he eases a finger in and pumps a few times, making me shiver and suck at the digit excitedly.
“No more. Bed,” Milo says softly, leaning up on his elbow to kiss me. The sweet warmth of it fills me all the way to my toes.
Tieran follows suit with a teasing brush of his release-soaked fingers over my nipple. Smearing my skin with my own juices.
Then, they’re both pushing off the bed. They stand over me a moment to enjoy the view before Tieran helps pull my top down while Milo slides my panties back into place. Cal’s sheets are pulled and tucked around me and I’m left to rest.