32. Sarah
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
sarah
I’d never wanted a margarita so damn bad.
And after the day I’d had, I deserved one.
Colt ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my head and giving me playful kisses as Sammy came to the living room with two margaritas and an unopened cider in the crook of his arm. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, his forearms muscled and perfect. The butterfly tattoo drew my attention in the ambient light Colt had set up for us.
Dinner, muffins, and now drinks—it was almost enough to make me forget that my ex-husband was missing and I’d been questioned about whether I was the one to kill him.
“Your strawberry margarita, madam,” Sammy said, handing me a glass.
I took it with a grin. He’d even put a fresh strawberry on top.
“And a cider for our baby.” Sammy handed the can to Colt and he took it. It popped as he opened it.
“Are you really more of a cider guy?" I teased him .
“I mean, I do make ciders for a living.”
Sammy ran his tongue over the rim of his glass and winked at us. My skin flushed.
“I’ll be glad when we have everything up and running again,” Colt continued, narrowing his eyes on Sammy’s tongue. “Sugar or salt?”
“Sugar,” Sammy said. “How’s it all going with the winery? Admittedly, I’m ready to be singing to crowds again.”
My eyes widened. I sometimes forgot that Sammy could play the guitar and sing. I’d only had the chance to hear him a few times, but when I had, he was always wonderful.
Colt took a sip of his cider and hummed, still massaging my head. I felt like I was being petted, and honestly, I enjoyed it. “It’s going. We have construction plans ready, but I hope we’ll be up in the fall. We’ll see.”
Sammy settled on the sofa next to me. He was so much taller than both of us that it was almost comical watching him squeeze in. If we ever lived together, we’d need a huge couch. One that could fit three adults and two children and why am I thinking about this?
“How are you feeling, Sarah?” Sammy asked.
I took a sip of the margarita. “Better now.” Being sandwiched between the two of them made it easy to forget all of my other worries. During dinner, the three of us had talked more about David. Eventually, we decided tonight was a date and wanted to focus on that.
I wanted to cherish every moment I could have with Colt and Sammy.
Colt reached over and plucked the strawberry from my drink. “Open up.”
I held his gaze as I parted my lips. It didn’t matter how many times I saw it, it turned me on when his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened with lust. I bit into the fresh strawberry, feeling like I was being roasted over hot coals.
“Mmm.” Sammy raised a brow. “So maybe we should have a fresh fruit tray on our next date night.”
“Agreed.” Colt finished off the strawberry and chased it with his cider.
“I’d like that,” I said.
My thoughts turned back to the first night the three of us were together. With everything that had been happening lately, I was glad to spend time with them again. Hopefully we could manage to make this a more frequent occurrence, but I worried my life was too complicated.
This was working for us. At least, it seemed to be working. In my spare moments, I'd started reading a book about polyamory and had already learned about attachment styles and communication. It felt good to set us up to have a healthy relationship, but it was also making me aware of just how bad my relationship with David was.
"Tonight, I have one goal," Colt announced.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" I asked.
He slid his hand over my thigh, giving me a gentle squeeze that went straight to my core. All my thoughts turned to sex and I squeezed my thighs together as I imagined riding them both.
"I want to make you forget about everything that has been happening lately," he said.
“I support this goal,” Sammy chuckled. “I also have some evil plans for us.”
“Oh really?” Colt asked.
“Yep. Sure do.”
Heat crept up my spine and I took one more sip of my drink before setting it down on the coffee table. Maybe I’d try and take the reins for once? I rose up and surprised us all by straddling Colt.
"Fuck.” He almost spilled his cider as one hand settled on my hip, squeezing me.
Sammy let out a dark hum as he sipped his drink, lips curling into a smirk. “Maybe I’ll just watch and see where this goes.”
“You’re going to let me fend for myself?” Colt rasped.
I ran my hands up his shirt, tugging at the button near his collar. “Poor thing. What if I want to make you forget too, hmm?"
“Sugar, I can't even remember my name right now."
"Can you remember mine?" I teased. “Or Sammy’s?”
"No amount of whiskey, sex, or drugs could make me forget either of your names.”
I leaned in, our lips hovering over each other. I was one breath away from kissing him. He let out the softest moan and gripped my hair. Sammy plucked his drink out of his other hand before it spilled all over us.
“I’m so lucky I got a second chance," Colt whispered. "I never dreamed you'd let me try."
"I've always wanted you," I murmured. "Even after I was with David. I used to always wonder how things could have been different, but now, I wouldn't change anything. I have the boys. I have you. I have Sammy."
My gaze slid over to Sammy. His dark eyes assessed us, his brows drawn together. The outline of his erection pressed against his jeans, his muscles stiff.
Now what? I was straddling Colt. I could feel both of them looking at me with a hunger that turned me on. Abort, abort, abort. Maybe I didn’t like being in control. I had no idea what to do next.
When I looked at Sammy, I realized he already knew that.
Sammy slowly licked the rim of the glass and then his lips. “Go on, angel. Take control.”
I was going to combust. “I thought you might tell us what to do…” I trailed off.
He smiled and leaned forward, blue eyes flashing with need. “Do you want me to take over, angel?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Maybe I’m not cut out to be a Dom.”
“What do you think, Colt?”
“She could be,” he grunted. He ran his hands up my body, cupping my breasts. I gasped, rocking against him.
“If she wanted to submit, she’d ask us, right? Because she knows how to ask for what she wants.”
“Damn you,” I mumbled to Sammy. “Will you pretty please take over? Will you tell us what to do?”
Sammy leaned forward, sat his drink down on the table, and stood up. He stepped up behind us and cupped his hand around my throat, tipping my head back.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking the two of you together again all week. About all the things I could do. All the things I wanted to try...”
“This is hot,” Colt mumbled. I felt his lips press against the base of my throat, his tongue tracing my pulse as Sammy kept me in place.
Yeah, this was where I wanted to be. Straddled between two devoted men that looked at me like they would kneel before me during the day and put me on my knees at night.
Sammy hovered over me, his lips nearly brushing mine. “Good girl. There’s a gift for you in the bathroom from us. I’d like you to change into it.”
“A gift?”
“We picked it out,” Colt whispered, moving his hips beneath me. His cock throbbed against my core.
“Evil,” I squeaked. “Both of you are diabolical. ”
I squeaked as Sammy lifted me off Colt and patted my ass. “Go. I have plans with our boyfriend I must take care of before you return.”
My eyes widened as Sammy reached into a bag on the floor. He paused, glancing back at me.
“Go on.”
Colt smirked at me. “Curious to see what he has in store?”
“Yes, I am.” I was already turned on. “I’ll be back.”
Their gazes raked over me, hotter than coals as I took off to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and curse under my breath.
Folded on a towel on the bathroom sink was the gift.
The lingerie set was emerald green velvet with black lace. I ran my fingertips over the set, coveting the texture of it. Tears prickled, my throat thickening. I’d never worn anything like this before.
“ You can’t return it ,” Colt called.
Dammit. I picked it up and shook my head. They knew how to give gifts, that was for sure. It looked like it would fit me perfectly.
I heard a grunt from the living room. Whatever Sammy had in store for us, I wanted a part of.
Quickly, I undressed and shimmied into the lingerie set. Just like I’d suspected, it fit me like a sexy glove. The bra cupped my breasts, the panties rising up far enough over my stomach to be comfortable.
I felt sexy.
I was sexy.
A shiver passed through me as I traced some of the stretch marks I had, thinking about the way they’d worshiped me. The way they’d kissed me and loved me and…
Another grunt echoed from the living room. I opened the door, my eyes widening as I reentered the living room.
Colt was bound with black tape to a chair. Naked. Sammy’s dimples showed as he held up the roll. “Bondage tape. Works like a charm.”
“That looks…” I found it way hotter than I could have ever imagined. “That looks like fun.”
“It is. Do you remember our safeword, angel?”
“I do.” I swallowed hard, looking at Colt.
“Fucking hell,” he rasped. “You tied me up and she looks so fucking gorgeous. What am I supposed to do?”
“Be a good boy and watch me eat her out.” Sammy crooked a finger my way. “Come here, angel.”
I met him halfway, winding my arms around him as he lifted me into a kiss. He stepped back and sat on the couch, pulling me over his lap. Colt groaned as we kissed. Heat skated across my skin from every fevered touch and stroke and grab. Fuck. I was so wet.
Being with him was as easy as breathing. I rocked my hips against him, feeling his erection in his jeans pressing against me.
I met Colt’s tortured gaze past him. He moved his hips, his cock hard and pre-cum dripping from the tip. “Are you really going to make him watch the whole time?” I whispered.
“Mmm, just for a bit. Until he’s begging to fuck you.”
“I’m already begging,” Colt moaned.
“Can you hear that? That doesn’t sound like begging.” Sammy nipped my bottom lip.
The pain sparked more lust. I gripped his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. My fingertips grazed over his chest, feeling his muscles. He kissed my neck, collarbone, breasts…
“Fuck. I’m dying,” Colt rasped.
“I’m going to take my sweet time,” Sammy huffed. "Lie back and let me worship you, angel.”
He moved me off his lap and laid me back on the couch cushion, grabbing the back pillows and throwing them off so we had more room. He stood and stripped off the rest of his clothes, his cock springing free.
“Fuck.” Colt shook his head, his muscles straining against the bondage tape that held him in place.
Sammy stroked his pierced cock and turned, rushing to the chair. He gripped Colt’s hair, pulling his head back as he kept stroking himself.
Seeing him so dominant and Colt so submissive... My eyes widened and I spread my thighs, sliding my fingers against my pussy.
This was so hot. I’d read stories with scenes like this but never in a million years did I dream I’d end up in one. I’d seen how dominant Colt could be too, and that only made seeing him obey sexier.
“Please,” Colt rasped. “I want to suck your cock while you eat her out. Please .”
“Not yet, baby.”
I pushed the fabric swath to the side and pushed two fingers inside myself, moaning. Colt strained against the tape again, his breaths quickening as Sammy leaned over him, stroking his cock for a few seconds.
Then, he released him.
“You son of a bitch.” Colt shook his head.
Sammy smiled ruefully as he came back to me, kneeling on the floor. He came to the edge of the sofa and leaned down, pressing his face against the velvet between my thighs. “So fucking gorgeous,” he whispered against my pussy.
A raspy moan left me as he moved his mouth lower, breathing in my pussy. Need buzzed in my blood, my entire body responding to him like two magnets drawn together.
“Sammy,” I whimpered.
I raised my head as he pushed my thighs apart, his gaze sweeping over me with deep appreciation.
“She looks so damn good,” Sammy said. “Too bad you can’t have her yet.”
Colt shook his head and managed to rock the chair, scooting toward us. I stifled a laugh, covering my mouth as he shot me a razor sharp look. “Oh yes, keep laughing, sugar. Remember I’ll happily have you begging for my cock soon.”
Sammy chuckled as he raked the panties down and traced his tongue up my inner thigh until he came to my pussy. I cried out, fingers gripping the sofa as his tongue met my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
He wrapped his arms around me and dragged my ass to the edge of the couch, pushing my legs back so he could drive his tongue inside me. I gasped, shaking as he drove me close to coming.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I was so close. I was so close and I needed this so badly—so, so badly?—
Sammy kept going, his fingers circling my clit in a way that pushed me past the breaking point. I cried out, arching against him as an orgasm blinded me.
“Good girl,” he huffed against my pussy before driving his tongue into me again, carrying me through the lasting waves that wrecked me.
I melted beneath him, panting hard. He leaned back and stood up, going to Colt and kissing him hard. His lips were still wet with my cum, and Colt seemed to love that, the two of them kissing deeper.
Sammy plucked a set of safety scissors off the coffee table and looked up at me. “Come help me free him, angel. Crawl to us.”
Crawl? Could my knees even handle that?
Well, I was sure as hell going to find out.
I slid off the couch onto all fours. My body swayed as I crawled to them, stopping once I was kneeling between Colt’s legs. Sammy had taped his arms, torso, and legs—but that meant his cock was exposed.
I slid my hand around his shaft and brought the tip to my lips, licking him tentatively.
He groaned, sweat beading his smooth tan skin. Sammy gave me an approving smile as used the scissors to cut open the tape around Colt’s torso and arms.
Colt immediately shook them free and slid his fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth down on his cock. I moaned around him, sucking him eagerly.
I reached up and grabbed Sammy’s cock too, stroking him as I sucked Colt.
They both cursed, moans following. More tape was cut away and soon, Colt was finally free of the bondage.
He took full advantage of it.
He pulled my lips off his cock and pulled me to stand, rising up from the chair. I gasped as I was pressed between the two of them, Colt kissing my neck and shoulders while Sammy kissed down my chest, nestling his face between my breasts.
“I want both our cocks in you, sugar.” Colt reached down the backs of my thighs and lifted me. Sammy stepped forward, bringing them around his waist, the two of them holding me together.
Colt’s hands slid around, playing with my nipples. My breasts were teased in his palms, the head of his cock rubbing against my ass.
“I’ve never been fucked there,” I rasped.
“Never?” Sammy asked.
“ Never .”
“Lube,” Colt said.
Sammy nodded. “I’ve got her. And bed. ”
I squeaked as Sammy carried me, Colt following after him down the hall to the bedroom.
“We don’t have to if it’s too much,” I said quickly.
Sammy collapsed on the bed with me, rolling us so I was beneath him. “Do you want to try?”
“Yes,” I said sheepishly. “I do.”
“Then we’ll give it a try.”