19. Aubree
NINETEEN
The hours fly by. Heart’s stays busy all morning, and we sell out of almost all the pastries before noon. When it dies down, I tell Jessica she can get out of here since I can close on my own. She and Lacey will be opening together tomorrow, but since I got all the baking done this morning, it will be easy for them.
Assuming that I’m spending the night at my place, when the clock strikes three, I lock up and am ready to head upstairs to shower and order in dinner when my phone chimes with a message from Hayden:
I miss you and can’t wait until tomorrow to see you. Pack a bag and spend the night?
For a second, I consider telling him that’s not a good idea, that we should be taking things slow, but my heart—and libido—win out, and before I can second-guess myself, I text back
okay.
After packing my clothes and bathing suit, I lock up and head downstairs.
I’m prepared to walk to the subway, but I quickly learn I won’t have to because sitting in the no-parking zone is Hayden, waiting for me in his fancy car.
He jumps out of it and, like a gentleman, takes my bag and opens the door for me. With a kiss on my lips, he closes the door for me and rounds the front, getting in and taking off.
“How was work?” he asks conversationally. It’s such a simple question, but it makes me smile. I didn’t realize how much I missed mundane things like that until now. With Pete gone, I went through the motions and didn’t focus or dwell on what I’d lost, needing to stay numb to get through each day and be there for my kids. I stopped thinking about what I needed and wanted. But now that I’m allowing myself to feel again, it’s as if the light has been shined down on me, and I don’t want to go back into the dark.
“It was good. Jessica is happy to be opening tomorrow. She’s a culinary student and loves to bake. I don’t hand over the reins enough.”
“Nothing wrong with delegating, especially if it means you get to enjoy your life a little more.”
When we arrive, Brody sits in the living room, staring at his laptop. “Yeah, we can discuss this tomorrow,” he says, glancing up and smiling at me. He must be talking to someone from work.
“Hey, Brody!” a woman calls out. “Dinner Friday night?” Okay, maybe it’s personal…
“Yeah, sounds good. I was thinking I’d bring someone…”
“Could it be whoever just walked in that you’re grinning at like a fool?” the man says.
Brody laughs. “Yeah…” He nods for me to join him, but I shake my head.
“C’mere,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me down so I’m almost sitting on top of him. I glance at the screen and see a man, who looks to be an older version of Brody, with the same color hazel eyes and brown hair—only his strands have a bit of salt and pepper sprinkled in—sitting in a chair with a gorgeous, younger woman on his lap. She has blond hair and blue eyes, and the sweetest smile on her face.
“Savy, Dad, this is Bree Heart. Bree, these are my parents.”
I wave, slightly overwhelmed and a little embarrassed at meeting them like this. “Hi,” I squeak out.
“Oh, aren’t you beautiful,” Savy coos, a slight Southern twang laced in her words.
Her husband chuckles. “What my wife means is that it’s nice to meet you, Bree.”
“Yeah, that.” She giggles, playfully slapping her husband’s chest. “Please tell me you’ll be joining Brody Friday night.” With the look of hope in her eyes, I can’t say no.
“Sure.”
“Good.” She claps excitedly. “Where’s Hayden? Tell him he better be joining you guys.”
I cough lightly, wondering how this will go down, but Brody doesn’t miss a beat. He says he’ll make sure Hayden’s there before telling them good night and telling his dad that he’ll see him in the morning.
“You work with your dad?” I ask when he ends the call. I thought he said he ran the company.
“He’s more or less retired, but I trust his opinion and judgment, so I go to him when I need business advice. He’s going to sit in on a meeting tomorrow morning with a potential new client.”
“Guess you won’t be going to the beach with Hayden and me tomorrow, then.” I pout playfully.
“Someone’s gotta work,” he growls playfully, lifting me into his lap so I’m straddling his thighs. He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me softly, his tongue running across the seam of my lips. My body comes to life, and I clench my legs in want. His hands descend, landing on my butt, massaging the globes, and I moan into his mouth, grinding myself against him. Lost in the kiss and the way he’s touching me.
Until there’s a throat clearing, and I jump, remembering Hayden is the one who picked me up. “Shit, sorry,” I mutter, trying to scramble off Brody. I swing my leg around, so I can slide off his lap, but he holds me to him, not letting me go.
“What are you saying sorry for?” Hayden asks, raising a brow as he sits next to us.
“Umm…” I glance between the two of them. “I just thought…well, you picked me up. I shouldn’t be kissing Brody when it’s your time.”
Brody’s brow furrows. “Sweetness, there is no his time or my time. It’s our time. Kiss whoever you want, hang out with whoever you want. We promise, neither of us will get mad or jealous.”
I glance at Hayden to see if he agrees, and he nods. “This is new for all of us,” he adds. “But you never have to worry about us getting upset over who you want to spend time with.”
“How is Friday night going to work?”
Hayden glances at Brody, who says, “We’re having dinner with my parents.”
“Ahh, well, they won’t care,” Hayden says like the idea of telling Brody’s parents that they’re dating the same woman is no big deal.
“Seriously?” I look at Brody.
“They love and accept me the way I am. Besides, they’re probably in shock that I’m even dating a woman serious enough to introduce to them. This whole time they’ve probably been waiting for me to tell them that I’m really dating Hayden,” he says with a laugh.
“It’ll be fine,” Hayden says, grabbing my legs and setting them on his lap. He pulls my shoes and socks off and then starts to massage my feet and ankles. “Why don’t we order dinner and watch something? I’m starved.”
While the guys discuss what to order, I sink back against Brody’s chest, enjoying the foot massage from Hayden. When you’re on your feet ten-plus hours a day, your feet take a beating.
Once Brody’s ordered a pizza, he asks if there’s anything in particular that I want to watch. Since I don’t watch much TV, I let them choose. As the show starts, Brody’s fingers trail down my arm and land on the top of my thigh while Hayden continues to massage me. He’s moved on from my feet and is up to my calves and shins now, and I can’t help the groan that escapes when he hits a particularly sore area.
“Feel good?” Brody rasps, making me open my eyes and look at him. His face is close to mine, his eyes burning with desire. I glance at Hayden, who’s looking at me with a similar expression, and my insides tighten, wanting to please them the same way they pleased me.
“Really good,” I breathe, glancing from Brody to Hayden as I muster up the courage to do what I’m considering.
When Hayden taps my leg, silently conveying to lift so he can remove my shorts, I shake my head and remove my legs from his lap. His brows knit together in confusion, and Brody’s does the same when I slide off his lap and onto the floor between the two of them.
They’re close enough that I don’t have to choose, so I reach for each of their pants at the same time, undoing their buttons and zippers. It’s been years since I’ve pleasured a man, and never two at the same time, so it doesn’t surprise me that my hands shake as I reach into their pants.
They’re both hard, and when I wrap my fingers around their shafts to pull them out, I find they’re both long and thick. My mouth waters at the thought of taking them into my mouth. Pete always preferred sex over oral, and once the twins were born, we didn’t get much time to ourselves, so I didn’t get to do it often, but something about making a man come apart with my hands and mouth made me feel powerful.
“Bree,” Hayden whispers, glancing down at my shaky grip on his shaft. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I murmur. “I want to make you both feel good.” They both nod, and Hayden moves closer to Brody, so I don’t have to reach as far.
“I’ve only been with one guy,” I admit. “So if I suck at this…” I laugh humorlessly, but neither of them joins in.
Instead, Hayden grips my chin and lifts it to look at him. “None of that insecurity bullshit,” he demands. “We’re in this together, and whatever you do is more than we expect.”
I nod in understanding, even though I know he’s only saying that to put me at ease. They’re red-blooded males in their late twenties who’ve had several threesomes. There are expectations there, whether they want to admit it or not. But I appreciate what he’s doing.
Hayden leans down, and his lips crash against mine in a punishing kiss that has me whimpering into his mouth. As he kisses me, I stroke their shafts, taking them from hard to granite. Using the beads of pre-cum, I create more friction until my hands are sliding easily up and down.
When Hayden breaks our kiss, Brody palms my face and kisses me softly, tenderly. I could kiss them all night, but what I really want is to make them come, and not just from my hands alone.
Gently, I end our kiss and then lean over, taking Brody’s cock into my mouth first while I continue to stroke Hayden. My tongue swirls around his fat mushroom head for a few beats before I open wider and take him all the way down my throat. He curses under his breath, and the area between my legs dampens, loving that I’m doing that to him. That my mouth is doing that to him.
Not wanting to ignore Hayden, I slide my mouth slowly off Brody and switch to Hayden. When I take him into my mouth, my teeth scrape along the skin of his shaft, and he curses as well, confirming what I already know about him—he likes it rougher.
I glance up at him through my lashes, wanting to see his face, and our eyes lock. “Jesus, Bree. I want to fuck your mouth so badly.”
“So do it,” I taunt, wanting that as well.
When he doesn’t take me up on it, I glide my mouth back down his cock, scraping his skin again, until his thick head hits the back of my throat, making me gag slightly.
The action is enough to spur him on.
His fingers thread through the back of my hair, and he begins to fuck my mouth savagely, taking every bit of pleasure I have to offer him. I reluctantly release Brody’s dick so I can use Hayden’s knees to keep my balance as I take every inch of him into my mouth, letting him control the situation.
All too soon, he’s warning me that he’s going to come, and I’m silently insisting that he keep going. With a few more thrusts that have my eyes watering, he pushes my head down and stills, spilling his hot seed straight down my throat. It tastes horrible, but I swallow every bit he gives me.
When he releases me, I take a deep breath and glance up at him, finding his lids hooded over, completely satiated, just how I wanted him. He grips me by the back of my neck and fuses our mouths together for a hot, quick kiss, not caring that I still have his cum on my tongue.
When we part, I crawl over to Brody, who’s taken over lazily stroking himself and waiting patiently.
“I loved watching you,” he says, reaching over and wiping under my eyes. “Taking Hayden’s cock like that. Fuck, you looked so damn hot.” His praise causes a new kind of heat to spread through my veins, warming me from the inside.
I get onto my knees and lick my way up his shaft, starting at the base and ending at the engorged head. Knowing he’s gentler, I give it a sweet kiss, then suck it into my mouth. He groans and the backs of his knuckles tenderly drag down my cheek in approval.
With the care that Hayden doesn’t want or need, I take him all the way into my mouth, then glide back up, swirling my tongue around the head once again. I continue to do this, over and over again, until Brody’s legs are shaking and he’s warning me that he’s close. Just like with Hayden, I don’t stop. Instead, I increase my speed and suction my cheeks, and seconds later, Brody explodes in my mouth. This time, though, it doesn’t go down as easily as it did with Hayden, and I have to quickly excuse myself to go spit it into the sink before I gag and throw up. While I’m in there, I use the restroom and then brush my teeth.
When I return, the guys are standing in the kitchen with the pizza that must’ve been delivered while I was in the bathroom.
I glance at Brody, feeling bad that I couldn’t swallow it. “Sorry about that,” I mutter, a bit embarrassed.
“What the hell are you sorry for?” He cuts across the kitchen, his eyes narrowed. “That was without a doubt the best head I’ve ever gotten, and I’ve tasted cum before and that shit’s gross.”
His admission has me laughing. “It totally is,” I agree, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite.