18. Aubree
EIGHTEEN
My internal alarm goes off every morning at four, whether I have to go in to work or not. I have to go in this morning since I chose to stay with Brody to have dinner and watch a movie instead of baking last night.
Wait a second. Brody…
My eyes pop open, remembering I never went home last night, and come face-to-face with a sleeping Brody. His face is calm, serene even. My thoughts go back to the last man I slept in bed with—Pete—expecting to feel some sort of guilt, but surprisingly, the only thing I feel is content and happy and, for the first time in a long time, carefree. Until I remember one minor detail: Hayden’s sleeping somewhere in this house, and he probably saw Brody and me asleep in here. My heart drops, guilt crushing my good mood. I’m not sure how I’m going to find a?—
There’s a stirring behind me, and then fingers grip the curve of my hip, cutting off my thoughts. When I turn around, ready to scream, I find the man I was just thinking about. Hayden’s hair is messy, there’s a bit of stubble on his face, just as I like, and his features are etched in concern.
“Hey,” he rasps, his deep voice filled with sleepiness. “I was, uh… I was going to dip out before you woke up so you wouldn’t know I was here.” He cringes at his words. “It’s just, well, you looked so beautiful sleeping, and Brody didn’t think it would do any harm…” He sighs when I don’t say anything. “Did I fuck up?”
I love that he cares—that they both think about my feelings. I considered, for like a second, that this could all be a game, but once I thought about it, about their actions, I knew that was just my fear and insecurities talking because everything these two men have done these past few weeks has shown me that they genuinely care.
“No,” I tell him, moving toward him so we’re closer and don’t wake Brody up. “I was just feeling guilty for being in bed with Brody while you were sleeping somewhere else.” His hand glides down my side and around to the globe of my ass. “I like you both being in here. I don’t…” I swallow thickly. “I don’t like having to choose. I like you both.”
He leans in and gives me a soft kiss, which isn’t the norm for him. Sweet is usually Brody, while rough and passionate is all Hayden. “We don’t want you to choose. We want you to be with us both, and if that means the three of us share a room, we’re completely okay with that. You’re running the show. Whatever you want to happen will happen.”
“I like this,” I admit, glancing back at Brody, who’s still asleep. “Being here with both of you… I wish I didn’t have to get out of bed and get ready for work.” My hand comes up and slides under his shirt, stopping at each of the ridges of his hard abs.
“So quit your job and stay in this bed forever,” he jokes. “I can promise we’d make it worth it.”
“Fuck yeah, we would,” Brody says from behind me, making me jump slightly. Suddenly, the front of his body presses into the back of mine, but before I can say anything, Hayden’s mouth attacks mine in a punishing, passionate kiss. His fingers delve into the back of my hair, deepening the kiss, as Brody peppers soft kisses along my neck and exposed shoulder.
I groan into Hayden’s mouth, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out and finding my own. Since his fingers are still threaded in my hair, I assume it’s Brody’s hand that slides down my thigh and calf. Instinctively, I lift my leg, hooking it over Hayden’s and giving him access to between my legs as we continue to kiss. I have no idea what I’m doing or where any of this is going. One minute, I was getting up for work, and the next, I’m sandwiched between two guys—no, not two guys—my guys. They’re mine. The thought sends a chill down my body, making me visibly shudder.
“You okay?” Hayden asks, pausing the kiss.
“Yes, I’m good,” I murmur against his lips. “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His mouth is back on mine, kissing, tasting, stroking. Between his mouth on mine and Brody’s lips and hands on me, my body feels overstimulated in the best way possible. It’s been years since I’ve been touched like this, and I had no idea how badly I was craving it. Like eating a cupcake without having anything to drink. I was dying of thirst, and these guys… they’re the coldest, most refreshing glass of milk.
Hayden moves me onto my back, breaking our kiss, but before I can argue and beg him to come back, Brody’s mouth is on mine, his tongue pressing past my parted lips, not even caring that Hayden’s mouth was just there.
Hayden’s lips trail along my neck, and then he tugs on my earlobe. “Can we make you come, baby?” he murmurs. His question causes my thighs to clench and my body to squirm.
“Yes,” I breathe without breaking the kiss with Brody.
My answer causes Brody to kiss me harder, his tongue to delve deeper. My hands come up and run along the back of his shaved head, tugging on the short strands on top, as Hayden disappears from next to me. The boxers Brody lent me along with my underwear slide down my legs, leaving me naked from the waist down.
“Fuck,” Hayden growls, spreading my legs wider. For a split second, I consider closing my legs, not wanting him to see all of me—and trust me, there’s a lot of me—but at that moment, Brody kisses me harder, sucking on my tongue, and all insecure thoughts are lost to his touch.
Hayden’s fingers separate me, and then his tongue slowly glides up my center, and I groan into Brody’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Hayden repeats again, only this time he adds, “she tastes so damn good, man.”
Brody growls against my mouth, nipping at my lips. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes. “When he’s done, I’m getting a taste.” His mouth crashes against mine in a very un-Brody-like way, and I groan as Hayden licks and sucks my clit. It’s been too long, and I come quickly—so quickly, if I were a man, I’d probably be embarrassed.
Colorful sparks explode behind my eyelids, and my body shakes in pleasure as my orgasm overtakes me. I’m still soaring high above the clouds, lost in my pleasure when I notice Hayden has replaced Brody, which means…
A single digit enters me, and Brody hisses, “Jesus, you’re so wet.”
“You gotta taste her,” Hayden says, pulling my shirt over my head. Our eyes lock briefly, and I take a deep breath, knowing he’s going to look at me and what he’s going to see: naturally large breasts that aren’t perky anymore, thanks to breastfeeding two babies for a year, and a soft stomach marked with stretch marks from carrying them almost full-term.
But this is me, and I can’t change who I am. Nor would I want to because those flaws are part of being a mom, and I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.
Hayden’s eyes leave mine, trailing down my body, stopping at my breasts and then my stomach. I watch with bated breath, waiting for the disgust to take over his features. I might’ve only looked Brody up on Google, saw the images of him with all those women, but I have no doubt Hayden’s been with his fair share of beautiful women.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, his finger running over my nipple. “So damn perfect.” His finger skims down the center of my chest, along my stomach, over my stretch marks, and stops at the apex of my legs. I release the breath I was holding, my heart swelling at his words—so damn perfect. Nobody’s perfect, not really, but I love that he sees me as such.
He sticks a finger inside me and then pulls it out as Brody says, “You were right. She tastes delicious.” Brody’s lust-filled eyes lock with mine momentarily before he goes back to licking and fingering me.
“Taste yourself,” Hayden says, bringing his glistening digit up to my mouth. Without thought, I part my lips and then wrap them around his finger, sucking on my essence—a mixture of sweet and tangy—not giving a shit how dirty this is.
“Good, right?” he prompts, removing his finger.
I swallow thickly and nod, watching as he takes his wet finger and trails it down my throat and back to my breast. He pinches it hard, and I squirm at the pleasure-pain that shoots through my body. His face dips and latches onto my nipple, biting and sucking on it roughly, while reaching across to my other one and pinching the hardened tip.
Between Brody pleasuring me and Hayden giving attention to my breasts, my second orgasm climbs higher and higher until it hangs on the precipice. With one more lick and another bite, I fall off the edge, screaming as my climax crashes through my body, sending me flying high once again.
“Best way to wake up,” Hayden says, kissing my lips. I moan into his mouth, wanting more. But all too soon, he breaks the kiss, and it’s Brody’s turn to kiss me. With the taste of me on his lips, my body tightens, and I’m turned on all over again.
As if he can read my mind, Brody chuckles. “Later, sweetness. Right now, you need to get to work.” His words have me springing into action. I grab my phone from the nightstand, where Brody must’ve placed it, and see it’s almost five o’clock.
“Shit!” I hiss, jumping off the bed. “I’m late. I need to get to the shop, and I haven’t baked anything yet.” I search for my clothes from yesterday and find them folded neatly on the dresser. Snatching them, I run into the bathroom and quickly do my business and then get dressed. I’ll have to work in this because I won’t have time to shower and change by the time I take the subway home.
“Hey, slow down,” Brody says when I walk out. He’s dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. “I can drive you to your place.”
I sigh in relief. Usually in the city, driving anywhere wouldn’t be faster, but since it’s still early, him driving me will definitely get me home quicker.
With a quick goodbye to Hayden, Brody and I head out. It’s once we’re in his SUV that it hits me. While I came twice, neither of them got any.
“What’s going through that beautiful mind of yours?” he asks, once again somehow realizing I’m lost in my own head.
“You and Hayden didn’t…” I nod toward his crotch. “You didn’t…get off.”
He smirks and shrugs. “That was about you. Tasting you and making you come were enough for us. Did you enjoy being with both of us?” His words come out nonchalantly, but something in his tone, mixed with the way he’s biting his lip, tells me he’s nervous about my answer.
“I liked it,” I admit truthfully. “I liked waking up to both of you, and I liked both of you pleasuring me at the same time.”
“That’s a lot of likes,” Brody jokes.
“Well, I liked it a lot.”
“What about love?” he asks. “Could you love it?”
I briefly wonder if his question is meant as something more. If he’s asking if I’m capable of loving him—loving them. Up until recently, the thought of falling in love again seemed like an impossibility, but now… “Love is definitely a possibility,” I tell him honestly.
A beautiful smile stretches across his face, but he doesn’t say anything else.
When we arrive at my place, I give him a quick kiss, then head inside my shop so I can get to baking. The day flies by. Jessica comes in and works beside me, and when Hayden texts, asking if I want to play hooky and go to the beach with him tomorrow, I ask Jessica if she’d like some extra hours. She excitedly says yes, so I text Lacey to let her know I’m taking the day off.
Lacey
Holy shit, did someone steal my best friend and replace her with someone fun?
Me
Haha
Lacey
Seriously, that makes me so happy. Everything will be handled. You have a good time, and Tuesday, be prepared to tell me all about your day.