Chapter 19
SABLE
I earned a share of funny looks as I climbed out the back of the car and walked toward my apartment building. I did the best I could to ignore them, hope like hell no one would take a photo.
People would wonder why Wolfgang's widow looked like crap while surrounded by a judge and a renowned interior designer. The whole scenario was strange to say the least. The online gossip mill would go crazy with speculation.
I wouldn't even know how to begin to answer the questions they'd throw at me.
Leif on the other hand—
"She's helping me to decorate a house," he called out to someone who was staring with particular interest.
Of course it didn't explain why he was clean except for grass stains on his jeans but it would do for now. As explanations went, it was somewhat plausible. Ish.
I hurried inside and up to my apartment, both guys following me like a pair of bodyguards.
Maybe I should get some of those. A couple of burly men in dark suits to follow me everywhere, making sure I was safe. That might deter Woody from trying for a third time. Forrest and Leif couldn't shadow me everywhere for the rest of our lives. Or my life, at least.
Honestly, I would have left them out in the corridor, but they were both right on my heels as I stepped into my apartment.
Forrest carefully locked the door behind us before walking through the entire space.
I didn't need to ask if he was checking for Woody hiding under the bed. Of course he was.
"Are we going to talk about what he did?" I asked. "I know you said he wouldn't have let me die, but…" I shrugged and watched Forrest peer behind the couch.
"Woody would have known that post was rotten," Leif said. "He would have known you could get yourself free."
I wasn't so sure.
"Let me guess. Trying to kill people is his love language," I said sarcastically.
Leif actually chuckled. "That sounds about right. He scowls at you but I've seen the look in his eyes. I don't know, but I think he has a thing for you. I know I have a thing for you. If you'd died today, he would have been next."
He didn't seem to be joking.
"I'm going to have a shower," I said, walking away from them both.
Should I turn my back on them?
After a moment's thought, I decided it was okay. They'd had plenty of opportunities to hurt me without anyone there to witnesses it. If they were going to, they would have done it already.
I turned around to close the bathroom door, only to bump into both of them as they were following me in.
"I figured you'd need some help," Forrest said.
"I don't think you need help, but I'm going to give it to you anyway." Leif nudged Forrest with his elbow.
They were shoulder to shoulder in the doorway, neither apparently willing to step away for the other.
My tongue slid over my lips.
"I can wash myself," I said weakly.
"Of course you can, but it's more fun this way." Forrest stepped inside the bathroom and gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and tossing it aside on the floor. Dust spread out around it where it landed.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror and winced. My face was white with dust. It was sprinkled through my hair, everywhere on my body except for where my shirt had covered.
"You look beautiful." Forrest pushed my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck. He grimaced as his lips were covered in drywall dust.
Leif chuckled.
"No regrets," Forrest said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at my reflection in the mirror before unhooking my bra and letting it fall away from my breasts.
"Absolutely beautiful," he whispered.
I swallowed. I wasn't used to being appreciated like this, especially not as messy as I was.
Staying behind me, he undid the button of my jeans and slid down the zipper before pushing the fabric off my hips, taking my panties with them. They both fell to my ankles.
It was Leif who crouched down beside me and undid the laces of my shoes. Forrest took my weight while I lifted one foot, then the other, letting Leif pull off my shoes and socks.
"Adorable," Leif said, holding one up. It was bright blue with yellow bananas.
My face heated.
"I like novelty socks," I muttered.
"Me too." Leif pulled up the bottom of his jeans to show his Batman socks.
Instead of displaying his socks in the same way, Forrest kicked off his shoes, then his dark jeans, until he was standing only in a shirt and socks with flamingos on them, not to mention a pair of black boxer briefs that showed off the shape of his cock.
"Those suit you," Leif said, grinning.
Forrest shrugged. "They were a Christmas present from my son, Cass."
I swallowed, mindful I was standing there in front of them fully naked.
Forrest pulled off his shirt, then slowly eased his boxers off, letting his rapidly thickening cock spring free.
Holy heck, it was big, the head already purple and glistening with pre-cum.
He leaned against the wall to tug off his socks, then gently pushed me into the shower as he turned the water on.
"Lucky you have a party shower," Leif said, shedding his own clothes. His cock was slightly narrower than Forrest's, but a little longer.
I stepped under the water and rinsed myself, trying to get my head around the fact I was naked in here with not just another person, but two attractive men. This was not an average day in the life of Sable Kohl. Not yet anyway. I could get used to it, given half a chance.
Should I though? That was a question for later.
Forrest stood behind me, grabbed the shampoo and started to wash my hair, while Leif crouched in front of me and ran his hands up and down my thighs.
"Stunning," Leif said. "Just stunning. I've always appreciated beautiful things, but I don't think I've ever seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you."
If I replied with words, I would have gotten water and shampoo in my mouth, so I flashed him a quick smile and let him part my legs to slide his fingers over my pussy.
I quivered with even the light touch he lavished on me.
What Woody started, I was happy to finish with them.
Was that fucked up? I couldn't think straight enough to decide. That was another question for later.
Forrest carefully rinsed the shampoo off my hair, then did the same with conditioner, careful to make sure to coat every strand.
He left it there to do its thing, then started on the body wash, lightly rubbing my face to clear away the dust, then starting on the rest of me.
His hands caressed the undersides of my breasts before moving up to wash my nipples one after the other until they were hard as a rock.
I moaned, louder still as Leif pressed a finger up inside me, then another.
"How wet is she?" Forrest asked.
"Extremely," Leif said.
"Good girl." Forrest rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, while pressing his stubbled cheek to mine. "Who made you this wet? Tell me the truth."
I swallowed.
"Woody did," I admitted.
They both looked surprised at that.
"He kissed me," I explained.
"It was hot?" Leif suggested.
"Yeah, it was," I said. "Confusing too."
"I think I'm jealous," Leif said with a laugh. "He didn't kiss me before he tried to kill me."
"Me either," Forrest said with a chuckle.
"I'm honored," I said sarcastically. "The kiss was nice, but I could have skipped the ‘trying to kill me’ part."
"We'll figure this out," Forrest promised. "Let's not worry about that now. We want you to feel good."
"Yes, we do," Leif agreed. He pushed his fingers in deeper, stroking my g-spot while Forrest worked my breasts.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?" he whispered. "You want to come for us."
"I want to," I said, my voice almost a squeak. I cleared my throat. "I mean, I want to," I said, sounding a bit less like a mouse being strangled.
"Good girl," Forrest said again. He stroked my breasts like they were something to be worshipped.
Leif did the same to my pussy, fucking me with his hand while licking and kissing the insides of my thighs.
I moaned as I came hard and fast there under the warm flow of the water, teased and caressed by these two men, cresting the wave of bliss before crashing down, reality snapping back.
"You come beautifully," Forrest said. "Just perfect."
I caught my breath, then palmed Forrest's cock, wrapping my hand around his hard length. He let out a short breath before slowly pumping his cock in and out of my hand, sliding it all the way back and thrusting all the way in.
"Now there's a pretty sight," Leif said, leaning back on his haunches to watch, his own cock hard.
"Can I fuck you?" Forrest whispered.
I licked my lips quickly. If there was one thing I learned today, it was that life was short.
Too short not to enjoy every moment as much as I could.
Were we going fast? Yes. Did I mind? Not right now, no.
I wanted to feel him inside me, thrusting.
I wanted to know how it felt to be fucked by someone who cared about me.
I turned my face toward him.
"Yes. Yes, you can fuck me."
He smiled and stroked my cheek before turning me around and pressing my back against the tiles right where the warm water could still flow over me while he lifted one of my legs to his hip and positioned himself outside my entrance.
I started to look away but he said, "Eyes on me, beautiful."
I locked my gaze on his as he pressed himself inside me, gasping softly at the way he stretched me, filled me all the way and then some, stretched me when I didn't think I could be stretched anymore.
"You're so goddamn tight," he whispered. "So perfect."
He gripped my hips carefully and started to move inside me, carefully at first, then faster as I got used to him.
"So fucking perfect."
He added something that sounded like 'so fucking mine.'
I couldn't hear over the renewed roaring of blood in my ears. Especially not when Leif stepped closer to us and took my hand, guiding it to his cock until my fingers were wrapped around him.
Almost in unison, they both thrust, sliding against my skin, heating my blood, driving me toward another orgasm. I'd never come more than once. I was lucky to even do that when I was on my own with my toys but these men…
I couldn't keep myself from coming for a second time, harder than I'd ever come in my life, my pussy gripping Forrest's cock, making him grunt and groan before he too came, spilling himself inside me.
Leif followed, half a heartbeat later, cum squirting out of his tip, coating my side and my fingers, hot and sticky.
"You were everything I hoped for and more," Forrest said, still buried inside me, like he'd happily stay there for an hour or two, resting his cock inside my warmth. With a reluctant sigh, he slid out and let my foot drop back to the floor.
"For a while there today, I thought I lost you," he said, putting his arms around me and pulling me to him. "I would have destroyed the world if you were gone."
"Lucky for the world I'm not gone then," I said with a small laugh.
"Very lucky for the world." He kissed my cheek, then my damp lips. "Let's get you cleaned up. I have something to show you."
"You haven't already?" I asked, eyeing his cock, which was still impressive, even flaccid and hanging between his thighs.
"That's a good start," he said, "but no. I have some questions to answer, and I owe you some explanations. After that, I'll happily show you this again."
He stroked his fingertips over his cock, before turning me around and rinsing the conditioner out of my hair.
"Have you done this before?" I asked. "Shared a woman?"
"No, this is a first," Leif said. "I think it's better than us fighting over you."
Considering that could get ugly, I had to agree. Besides, I'd never felt so spoiled in my life. If I wasn't careful, I could fall for them and fall hard.
If Woody didn't kill me first.