22. Aubrey
Ispent the afternoon working with a client who had hired me to custom fit some pieces she bought from me. It was so much fun. A reminder of what I loved about this job.
It was raining when I sent her on her way with a smile and a bag full of new-old clothes.
After she was gone, I grabbed my phone, and was surprised to see messages from both Clint and Brodie. Clint sounded upset, and that had me worried.
Neither of them was answering their phones. Clint wasn’t at home, and Brodie wasn’t at his hotel, or anywhere on Main Street as far as I could tell.
I didn’t know where to find him, but I had a good idea where to look for Clint.
As I neared the abandoned factory, I wasn’t surprised to see Clint’s truck there, but I didn’t expect Brodie’s. That was convenient.
Remember what they used to be? Remember how hurt Clint was…?
Weird thought. Of course I did.
I tried to pick a parking spot that would keep me close to their cars and the building, but save me from having to walk through too many weeds, then I headed inside.
I stopped short, half in the doorway, half in the rain, when I found Clint and Brodie kissing.
“Oh.” My surprise slipped out, and they jerked apart.
Their wide-eyed expressions probably matched mine, but were they feeling the same thing?
What was I feeling? Hurt. Despite having told them both I didn’t want more. And then there was the voice whispering in my head, this is just like with Deacon. What was I thinking?
Did I bring this on myself? Trying to avoid falling for a man who didn’t want me was what pushed them together? No. Besides, they had every right to kiss anyone else, including each other. Especially each other.
Why weren’t they talking? Why did they look so good together?
I couldn’t stay here. “I should go.” As I turned away, out of the corner of my eye I caught both of them jumping to their feet.
“Stay. Please.” Brodie’s words hit my back.
Footsteps hammered the ground, and Clint grabbed my arm. “Stop.”
Emotion surged inside, carrying tears that made my eyes sting and my throat ache. This wasn’t something I would cry over. I swallowed the feeling down, and chased it with a deep breath, but couldn’t face the men.
“Talk to us,” Brodie said.
And say what? I still don’t want a relationship, but how dare you? “I can’t.”
Clint and I were fully outside now, and the rain spilled around us, soaking through my clothes, and chilling me to the bone.
My face was warm, but still wet. At least the weather was washing away the tears. I wouldn’t be able to hide the crying for long if I let a gasp or a sob escape.
“That’s what we do, Peach. We talk through things.” Brodie managed kind and commanding at the same time.
And the nickname jumbled my feelings more. “Peach and BW talk. This isn’t— I don’t—” I wanted to have a right to be pissed. I wanted what they were doing to be okay. I wanted to be furious. I wanted to know how I missed—“I can’t.”
“Then don’t.” Clint finally spoke.
He made it sound so easy. Could he make the rest of this easy too? I had no idea how.
I faced him, but he was blurry. There were too many tears and too much rain. The scents of soap and sweat mingled with wet dirt. My chest ached.
Brodie walked toward us. “If you don’t want to talk, will you listen? I can tell you exactly what’s going through my head.”
That was easy. He and Clint never got over each other. They finally realized they belonged together. The way Deacon had with Adam. With Brooke.
I shook my head to rattle the thoughts loose, but they clung to my brain.
“This doesn’t change anything I’ve ever said to you.” Brodie stopped next to Clint. “I still feel the same way about you. I still want you. I’m still willing to wait until you figure out if you want the same.”
What?
That was a funny way of saying we’re done with you stringing us along. Buh-bye.
“What he said.” Clint tugged me closer, catching me off-guard and off-balance.
I stumbled, but Brodie caught me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and steadied me.
Clint cupped my face and traced his thumb over my cheek. It didn’t matter how much water he wiped away, more spilled in to soak my skin again.
This felt right. With both of them. Was it supposed to?
Yes. They both just said…
Reason was pushing out my first reaction, but it was hard to let go of that fear. To forget that feeling of wanting someone who didn’t want me back.
But Clint was searching my face, and so close he could kiss me. Brodie was rubbing tiny circles at the small of my back.
I stepped away from both, and forced myself to arrange my thoughts. “You’re both so intense. I can’t…” Finish a sentence, apparently.
“Okay.” Clint let his hand fall away, and the loss of contact was agony. “No kisses. No touching.”
Brodie fell back, too.
No. This wasn’t right either. “I’m not taking it off the table.” I was so confusing. So confused.
“This isn’t the same as what you went through with Deacon.” Clint hadn’t fallen back, despite dropping his hands.
I both hated and loved that he knew what I was getting hung up on. “How do I know that?”
“Because I still want you,” Clint said.
Brodie moved back into view. “I do too. But I think I want Clint, too.”
“You think?” Clint’s tone was light.
The teasing pushed my hurt aside. It felt natural. And I was having a hard time holding onto my doubts. It was also so easy with Clint or Brodie. “So… what now?”
“Nothing’s changed,” Clint said. “Neither one of us is demanding you make decisions tonight.”
“You do have to make one.” Brodie twisted his face in apology.
Okay? “What decision?”
“How do you feel about Clint and me together?” Brodie asked.
That was actually a fair question, and I still needed to process. How did I feel? It was a shock to see. But even before Brodie came back, Clint told me more than once that he still thought about those days.
Seeing them together? If I set everything else aside, that kiss was fire. Rain had been evaporating as it hit them, I was pretty sure. That was part of what knocked me off-guard—it was clear how into each other they were. And I was surrounded by people in more than two-person relationships. It was clear that Evie, Alys, and even Deacon weren’t suffering from loving more than one person, or letting those people love each other.
I liked seeing people happy. Clint and Brodie? They were good together.
They were also watching me with expectation, because I was having this conversation in my head and not sharing any thoughts with them. “I’m okay with you two being together. Good with it even. I’d love to watch, but you don’t owe me that.”
Clint rested his finger under my chin and tilted my head up. “Did you forget who you were talking to?”
“I didn’t.” I glanced past him to Brodie. “Maybe that’s why I’m all wet.” Now that I was past being stunned, and had made things horribly awkward, I was feeling safe again. Reassured.
“I hate to steal anyone’s thunder, but I think it’s the rain that made you wet,” Brodie teased.
Clint let out a fake laugh. “Thunder. Rain. I see what you did there.”
My laugh was real. “Maybe we should go back to my place and get dry.”
“And then get wet again?” Clint asked.
I smiled. “Maybe.”
After far more conversation than I was in the mood for, we decided we had to take all three of our cars. I didn’t like driving while I was soaking wet, and I liked even less that I had to walk away from Brodie and Clint, even if we were all going to the same place.
It wasn’t a long drive back to my place, though, and the delay was enough to crank my anticipation to Max.
Sure, seeing them together had stalled my brain at first, but now that I’d had time to process, I was fully turned on by the ideas about what the two of them could get up to.
Clint and Brodie parked in the alley behind the buildings on Main Street, and I took my usual spot out front, then hurried around back to meet them. As I unlocked my back door, the air was charged, crackling between all of us.
In my apartment, we barely made it into the master bedroom before we were stripping off our wet clothes, and hanging them on a line I had in my bathroom. Taking the time to put anything in the dryer felt like more work than we wanted to waste on not playing.
And then the three of us were naked in my bedroom.
“I’ve had this dream more than once.” Clint looked between Brodie and me.
I liked the implication. “Does that mean you know what comes next?”
“I assume all three of us at some point,” Brodie said.
Clint smirked. “What he said. The details depend on the night.”
If they weren’t going to suggest anything, I would. “If you’re taking votes, I feel bad that I interrupted earlier.” I reinforced the words with a pout and wide, apologetic eyes. “The two of you should finish what you started.”
“I don’t?—”
Clint crushed his mouth to Brodie’s, silencing him. Brodie groaned and leaned into the kiss.
Their passion, the sparks of two hard bodies pressing into each other, sent a fresh pulse of want through me.
Clint broke away from Brodie with a grunt and a frown.
What?
“What’s wrong?” Brodie asked.
“I almost forgot something.” Clint whirled on me, and gripped my throat as he pinned me against the nearest wall.
The sudden move, the possession and the heat in his gaze, had my heart hammering against my ribs.
Clint pressed his mouth to the hollow of my neck, behind my ear. His breath was hot on my skin. “You’re our toy.” He dropped his other hand between my legs and cupped me, but didn’t penetrate my folds. “No touching unless we’re playing with you.”
Brodie moaned, but I couldn’t find my voice, so I licked my lips and nodded.
“Promise me.” Clint’s voice was full of command.
I swallowed. “Cross my heart.” The words came out wispy. “No touching unless one of you is playing with me.”
“Good girl.”
Was that ever getting old?
Unlikely.
I sat on the edge of my office chair as Clint returned his attention to Brodie.
The way they kissed—a tangle of lips and tongues as their hands roamed each other’s bodies—radiated intensity. I swore I could feel every touch and nibble and lick. The cool air brushing my bare skin didn’t do anything to alleviate the fire consuming me at the sight of the men together.
Brodie slid one hand lower, to grip Clint’s shaft and stroke, and Clint jerked against his touch. The way he worked his hips was its own rhythmic dance, stretching muscle, and showing off a finely honed body.
Clint pushed Brodie to his knees. I’d played out this fantasy with Brodie more than once, where I was on the receiving end. He didn’t offer Clint any resistance. It seemed Brodie was happy being on either side of this mini-power play.
He dragged his tongue over the head of Clint’s cock, and drew him in. Clint let out a long, tantalizing groan as he was sheathed by Brodie’s mouth, and knotted his fingers in Brodie’s hair, controlling the moment.
Brodie gripped Clint’s ass, digging his fingers into flesh enough to leave indentations, and sucked as Clint fucked his face.
I had to grip the chair with my own hands to keep from spreading my legs and fingering myself to the sight in front of me. The raw need between them was contagious.
Clint’s motions grew sharper, with more desperation. More stuttering. Brodie moved one hand to Clint’s sac, to play and tease, while he continued to suck. The sounds Clint made, that they both made, were almost as good as their touches, and as Clint moved his hips harder and faster, Brodie responded with more enthusiasm.
Clint’s entire body seemed to freeze then jumpstart, and a shudder ran through him as he came, a trickle of it slipping down Brodie’s chin. Clint yanked Brodie to his feet and kissed him hard.
Watching that was never getting old either. Fuck. How was this so good?
I’d say I could watch them together all the time, instead of being a part of it, but every inch of me ached to be touched. My own hands would work, but I’d prefer one or both men be the ones handling me.
When they broke apart, Clint turned to me again. He grasped my fingertips and tugged me to my feet, to draw me toward them. He put my hand in Brodie’s. “Here,” Clint said. “She’s my favorite toy, so you can be rough with her, but don’t break her.”
If we were in any other situation, I’d slap him and walk away for talking about me like that, but here and now? It was exactly what I wanted.
Especially when Brodie tugged me closer, wrapped an arm around my waist, and locked his gaze on mine. “I promise the last thing I want is to break you.”
When bare skin met bare skin, I nearly combusted at Brodie’s touch. He brushed his lips over mine, softly, and then again harder, and again, and again. Dozens of lingering kisses that threatened to consume me.
I didn’t have anything to hold onto but his arms, and I gripped tightly.
Brodie used his entire body to move me toward the bed, and lowered me onto the mattress, never breaking contact for more than one or two agonizing seconds.
His hard length rubbed against the inside of my thigh as he lay on top of me, kissing and nipping my lips and chin and ears and neck. I reached for his cock. The making out was incredible, but watching him suck Clint off had been foreplay and I wanted what came next.
I tugged his shaft toward me, not able to find any words.
“Condom,” Brodie muttered against my jaw.
“No condoms.” I sounded feral.
He and I had covered that online too—that I was on birth control, that we were both clean. With anyone else, it might have just been words, but with him I trusted that the exchange had been as real as everything else we’d talked about.
“Yeah, okay.” Brodie was kissing me again. Harder. Hungrier. He raised his hips enough to slide inside me.
I arched my back into the penetration, and something inside snapped at how incredible he felt, after the long, agonizing build-up of waiting.
He must feel the same, because there was no slow start. Brodie was pounding in me, and I wrapped my legs around him, helping to set a frantic pace.
Clint joined us on the bed, and lay next to me. He kneaded one breast, and drew a nipple into his mouth to lick and nibble.
The new touch pushed me closer to climax, especially combined with the sensation of Brodie striking that perfect spot in me with each thrust.
Clint dropped his hand lower, still sucking my breast, and when he brushed my clit, I whimpered and jerked. He circled and teased the swollen nub, and orgasm surged inside me, like a dam had been opened. I came hard, clenching around Brodie, pressing into Clint’s mouth, trying to get closer to both of them. Trying to become one with them.
Brodie’s grunts were punctuated. He gripped my thighs and hammered, his hips slamming against me. I knew what he sounded like when he came, but in person it was so much better. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside me, only slowing as the intensity slipped back a few notches.
Clint kissed down my chest to my stomach, and continued lower, drawing his mouth along my mound, and his tongue along Bodie’s cock as he slipped out of me.
“Let me clean you up.” Clint’s words hummed over and through me as he took Brodie’s place between my legs, and Brodie moved to lay next to me.
Brodie’s kisses were more tender than before. Soft and light. I could sink into the sensation and stay there.
The thought evaporated when Clint nipped my inner thigh, then kissed higher, I gasped into Brodie’s mouth and squirmed at the feeling Clint’s tongue sliding along my skin. It was almost too much.
Almost.
My breath escaped in short pants as Clint licked along my pussy, teasing my too-tender clit, and worshiping me with his mouth. At the same time, Brodie was kissing me more and more, and kneading my breasts. Teasing my nipples with his thumb. First one then the other.
I squirmed into all the attention, not to get away, but because I didn’t know how to move to get closer to all of it.
Clint drove his tongue inside me, and all the of touches yanked me to the edge of pleasure again, holding me hostage, teasing the moment out, until I came hard. I gripped the sheets in my fists and let Brodie swallow my cries as I came.
I collapsed into the mattress as they both eased up, and the room was a blur. Or that was my thoughts.
I wasn’t sure how this became my sex life, but holy wow was it incredible.