Chapter Twenty-One
Daisy
I hold Gus’s gaze, waiting for a response. I feel Rhett staring at me, but I want Gus to answer first. After what feels like forever, he shrugs and comes around the table, stopping beside me and Rhett.
“What do you think?” Gus asks Rhett.
I finally get a chance to look at him. He’s staring at me with a mix of awe and confusion.
“Okay,” he says plainly.
I try to hide my excitement, but I don’t think it works. I wiggle on his lap and squeal.
Gus leans down, putting his hand behind Rhett’s head. Rhett leans in and their lips meet in a soft, hesitant kiss. Gus pulls back, looking down at Rhett curiously… as if he didn’t hate it. That’s so hot.
“I think you can do better than that,” Gus says, his voice husky.
Holy cow! They’re going to do it again!
My hands fist in Rhett’s shirt, his arm still tightly wrapped around my waist. And I have never been so grateful to have a front row show for anything in my entire life.
Rhett grabs Gus with his free hand, pulling him in. This time the kiss is deeper. Their tongues meet. Rhett nips at Gus’s bottom lip, and he moans.
Holy cow, he moans.
“Jesus…” I breathe out. “This is so hot.”
There’s tingling between my legs. Tingling and warmth. This is the hottest thing I have ever witnessed.
Gus smirks, still kissing Rhett. They break apart for just a second, and Gus grabs my head, pulling me to him. I fall into the kiss, grinding down on Rhett because he’s harder than ever between my legs. He joins the kiss too, his tongue trying to find its place with ours.
The kiss is messy and a little awkward… but god, is it sexy.
“Maybe we should take this upstairs.” It’s Rhett who suggests it.
I nod eagerly.
Yes, please!
He stands, lifting me with him. He carries me all the way upstairs, dropping me onto the bed once we reach it.
Gus pulls his shirt off, tossing it away and coming down on top of me. He kisses my lips, my jaw and my neck, working his way down. He pushes up my shirt, kissing my stomach, and then he’s undoing my shorts and pulling them down.
When he gets them off, Rhett is there, standing in just his jeans, his body toned and muscled in all the right areas.
He drops to his knees, hands going behind my thighs and pushing them up to run his nose along the inside of my thigh, up to my center, where he presses a kiss over my underwear, right where I want him. He slides my panties aside and kisses me again.
I moan and he does it again, but this time for longer… then, his tongue slides over me, warm and wet, to lick me slowly, like he’s making love, like he’s savoring every bit of me. It quickly builds me up, the orgasm right there on the precipice.
But then he stops.
My eyes pop open, and I look down to see Gus at his side. They lean in together, licking me in tandem.
“Oh, my—“ I cry out, the orgasm hitting me so hard stars burst behind my eyes. There was no way I could hold that back, not with the image of them together between my legs.
Someone is on top of me then, and I barely know my own name. When their lips press against mine, I know it’s Rhett. He kisses harsher, deeper than Gus. I tug at his jeans, needing them off.
“Get rid of these.”
He gets them off while still kissing me, not stopping for a second.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asks.
I nod, feeling drunk, but not because of the alcohol.
He slides into me with ease. My head falls back onto the bed and I moan. A hand caresses my jaw. I open my eyes to see Gus standing by my head.
I reach for him, pulling him by his hip toward me. He crawls on the bed, and I take him into my mouth as best I can, licking and sucking on the head of his cock, the precum bursting on my tongue.
It’s messy but so damn hot. I listen to both of them breathing heavily, grunting and moaning, taking their pleasure from me. My belly swirls with warmth, and I think I may come again—which is crazy.
Rhett sits up, circling my clit with his thumb while fucking me slowly.
Gus gets into a better position so he can go deeper into my mouth and thrust the way he likes.
“Your mouth is perfect,” Gus says, caressing my cheek.
“So is this pussy,” Rhett adds. “I really want to come in it.”
“Mhmm—“ I nod, since I can’t get words out.
“I think that’s a yes,” Gus says with a husky laugh.
Rhett’s thrusts get faster, a little harder. Gus shoves my shirt up higher, brushing his thumb over my nipple and squeezes my breast.
“I want to come here,” he says, pulling out of my mouth.
“Yes!” I cry out, just as his hot cum lands across my chest, covering my nipples and stomach.
“Fuck!” Rhett growls as his orgasm consumes him.
The room is filled with panting, and we manage to clean up and get comfortable in bed, even though my body feels like grape jelly, with me cuddled between the two of them.
It’s dark and warm, and we’re sweaty, but I wouldn’t have this any other way. It feels right. Too right, almost. Like it’s how it’s supposed to be.
I’m drifting to sleep and hear Gus softly say, “You get it now, don’t you?”
Rhett makes a sound of acknowledgment. And then I’m asleep.
The next morning, I find Rhett and Gus in the kitchen, drinking coffee and with empty plates in front of them.
“Morning,” I say, running a hand through my hair self-consciously.
“Morning,” they return— Gus with a smirk and Rhett with a heated look in his eye.
“We made you breakfast,” Gus says.
“Oh, thank you. Can I shower first?”
“It’s your house,” Gus says before taking a sip of his coffee, giving me an almost lustful look.
I turn to head for the bathroom, but Rhett’s voice stops me.
“Are you okay?”
I bite my lip, hesitating before turning around.
I smile. “Very much so.”
His grin is blinding. “Good. So am I.”
“Me too,” Gus adds happily.
I take a quick but thorough shower and change into a pair of bicycle shorts and a tank top.
I realize now, in the light of day, how much of a mess I left the kitchen yesterday. Grannie would have a conniption if she saw this mess.
“We’ll clean this,” Gus says as I gather up the recipe cards. “We’d planned on it, anyway.”
I hear his words, but something on the card—the pecan pie card—catches my attention. Something written in Grannie’s neat cursive.
Bake at 3505 degrees.
“Three hundred and fifty… oh five?” I mutter to myself, bringing the card closer to my face to look at it better.
“What’s that?” Gus asks.
“Three-five-oh-five. That doesn’t make sense.”
Gus comes closer, looking over my shoulder.
“Maybe she wrote it wrong.”
“No way.” I shake my head. “Grannie was very particular about her recipe cards. She knew she wanted to pass them down to me, so she made sure they were right. They are perfect. Well-written, clean, and—”
I gasp and whirl around to look at Gus.
“What?” he says.
“What’s wrong?” Rhett asks, getting up from the table.
I shove past Gus, Grannie’s recipe card clutched in my hand, and rush for the stairs—right into her bedroom.
I burst through the door, almost falling onto the bed because I’m moving so fast. I get to the closet.
“What is going on?” someone says behind me. I don’t know who. I can’t focus. All I can do is push the buttons carefully, entering the digits on the card.
Three.
Five.
Zero.
Five.
The door pops open.
All the air leaves my lungs.
“Holy cow,” Gus mutters.
I pull the door open the rest of the way, and finally… we have what we need.