Chapter 26
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
I’M THE DAMN QUEEN.
Juniper
We’re quiet as we trudge up the steps to Sterling and Dash’s place, but once the front door is closed and locked, I can’t stay quiet a moment longer.
“I think we should shower together,” I tell them, “and talk.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think the three of us—” Sterling glances at his feet, insecurity giving him pause. I can see it, I’ve seen it for years. He views himself through a skewed lens, and I’m ready to throw that lens on the ground and stomp all the fuck over it.
“Can fit?” I finish, causing his gaze to jerk up to mine. “We can fit. We will fit. So get naked and get in the shower,” I command, stripping my clothes off right then and there, leaving them in a heap by the front door.
I don’t look behind me, but the thuds along the hardwood tell me all I need to know. I start the shower in Sterling’s room, because it’s slightly bigger than Dash’s. After I climb in, I hold the door open, greeted first by Dash, in his birthday suit, smiling as he steps over the threshold into the shower. Water pelts his back as I watch the door and wait.
A moment later Sterling appears, fully clothed, looking somewhat anxiously between the two of us. I step out of the shower, not caring about the water I’m tracking on the floor. I rock to my toes and take his face in my hands. “Watching you cut and stack wood in winter, watching you scramble eggs, when you put your glasses on to read, when you hold a kitten, oh Jesus—when you hold a baby, ummm…” I trail off, still holding his face while I recount. “When you put gas in your truck, when you’re sick, the way you make your bed…”
His brow furrows. “What are you talking about?”
I smile, because telling him the truth about how I feel—finally—feels so right. “Just making a list of all the things I’ve thought about while touching myself.” I press my lips into his, absorbing his shock. “I want you,” I tell him slowly, “Dash wants you.” I kiss him again and step back, hanging onto the hem of his shirt. “We’re yours.”
I hope he knows what I’m saying. Because the way we see him is on a throne, on a pedestal, in the highest regard. If only he could see himself that way. “We’ll make you see what we see,” I tell him, helping him lift his shirt off over his head.
From behind me, Dash says quietly, “It’s getting lonely in here.”
Smiling at Sterl, he watches as I step back into the shower, under the spray, the hot water rolling in soft streams down my breasts and belly. He takes off his jeans and steps out of his briefs, exposing his broad, barrel chest and a long, thick cock, soft and plump over his full, heavy balls. I reach down and stroke the blooming bud between my legs.
“You’re so hot, Sterl,” I tell him as he comes to the shower door. Reaching back, I find Dash’s cock, already rock hard.
He steps inside, and it’s a tight fit, but I’m no stranger to making it fit. I grab the shampoo bottle and put it in his hands. “You can wash my hair, and I’ll wash Dash’s, and then together, we’ll wash each other.”
He looks between us, water peppering his brow, dripping over his face. “Okay,” he says, putting out his palm for the shampoo. I give him some, and we turn, and I know this is my time to say what I need to say.
His fingers delve into my scalp, rubbing me carefully, and I do the same to Dash, who lets out a little delighted groan as I do.
“What you guys have done for me in the last few days,” I start, sudsing Dash’s head as I tip mine back, giving Sterling more of me. “It’s shown me you’re both loyal beyond what I deserve.”
“We’re family,” Dash says, but I slide a hand from his hair to his throat, giving him a gentle ceasing squeeze.
“You’ve risked your lives for me, and we’ve come together in ways we never did before. In ways friends don’t.” Sterling’s fingers slow as I continue. “You’re in love with me. Both of you,” I say, my chest hollowing at the risky words I’m putting between us. I could be wrong, but I don’t think that I am. And I think this is the way we all get what we want, with me at the helm. “And I’m in love with you both, too.”
I tap Dash and he turns, and we face Sterling, who is now fully erect, his eyes hooded, lips parted.
“Let us rinse our hair, then we’ll wash you,” I tell him. After some shimmying and moving around, Sterling stands before the two of us, watching as I roll a bar of soap between my hands then pass it to Dash, who has been quiet. He’s been anxious all day, and if I had to guess, it has very little to do with his fears of getting caught burning remains and a lot to do with the wall of a man standing before us.
I pull Sterling between us, Dash at his back, with me standing in front of him. I smooth my hands up over his shoulders, kneading as I wash. He looks down at me, a drop of water hanging from the end of his nose.
“Thank you for taking care of so much today. For being so loyal. For loving me no matter what,” I tell him, working my palms down his chest, over his stomach. He tenses, and I shake my head, narrowing my eyes at him. “Do you know how much you turn me on? Do you have any idea?” I smooth my hands down his sides, gripping his hips as Dash’s hands curve over his shoulders, washing him from behind. Sterl’s eyes threaten to close, but he fights to keep them open.
“And me,” Dash says, from behind, making Sterl’s eyes widen a touch. He knows it. He has to know that Dash is wild for him.
“Something about hearing that out loud,” Sterl admits as if reading my thoughts. He shakes his head, sending water droplets splattering on the door and wall. “I can’t believe I’m that lucky.”
My hand falls to his cock and he sucks in a breath as I grab it, stroking it root to tip just once. With my other hand, I grab Dash, and pull him around Sterling to stand next to me. Carefully, I get to my knees and look up at Dash, urging him to do the same. And he does.
Sterling, covered in water, chest heaving, cock throbbing, is a sight above us. I press my hand to my lower belly, and chew my bottom lip a few times as I take in the sight. “You drive me crazy, Sterling,” I tell him as I slowly bring his cock to my lips.
Dash bats my hand away, holding Sterling's cock as I start to bob on it. When I peer up, mouth full, I see the two of them are looking at one another. My heart swells as I suck him deeper, steam filling the shower stall.
“I’ve never been attracted to a man until I met you,” he says, his voice raspy and quiet through the downpour. But Sterling hears him, I know he does, because as I suckle him deeper, Dash’s fingers pressed against my lips, he says, “Same.”
Carefully, I lean back, obsessed with the precum that threads between his slit and my lips. I twirl it around my finger and press it onto Dash’s tongue, batting his hand away from Sterling’s cock. I take over holding it as I sift my fingers through the back of Dash’s head, urging him down on Sterling’s erection.
Both of them groan, and we take turns, me and Dash, bobbing on Sterling until he’s tipped forward, gripping the wall, moaning for us to quit. “I’m close,” he warns, breathless, his face beet red from the hot water and pleasure. I help Dash to his feet, grabbing his hard cock as I do.
“Relief is coming,” I tell them both before stepping out and guiding them to Sterling’s bed. We towel off as fast as we can, and with my hands slowly jerking each of them, I tell them just what I want, what we need.
“I want to make love to each of you, separately this time.” I turn to Sterling, “I want you to make love to me, and while you do, I want Dash lying next to me. I want to kiss you both while you’re inside me, Sterl.”
Facing Dash, I tell him the same. “After Sterling makes love to me, and leaves his cum inside me, I want to make love to you.” I press my lips to his, letting my tongue scour his mouth for a moment before pulling back. “I want you to feel what he leaves inside me, and I want you to give me more.” Dash nods eagerly, making me smile.
After grabbing the lube, the three of us clamber into Sterling’s bed, and I pick a comfortable spot on my back, with Dash joining by my side. Sterling stands at the foot of the bed, eating up the room with his presence. He pumps his fist along his shaft, leaving it shiny from the lube. The bed dips as he knees onto it, crawling over me, his gaze shifting between me and Dash.
As he braces himself on one arm, ready to reach between our bodies to bring his cockhead to my entrance, I stop him. “Let Dash,” I whisper, turning my head to find Dash next to me, our eyes locked. “Put him inside me, D. Can you?”
He swallows thickly, lips parted, and nods. “Yeah.”
Sterling’s eyes shut the moment Dash grips him, and I lift my head from the pillow to watch Dash grip Sterl’s erection and stroke it as he guides it to my center. “Oh my god,” I breathe, letting my head fall back into the pillows. “I can’t watch you do that. It’s too hot.”
“Try feeling it,” Sterl deadpans as Dash’s fingers sweep my folds as he aligns Sterling.
When he’s pressed into my center, I nod, and lift from the pillow just enough to let him know I want a kiss. He kisses me, and I reach for Dash’s hand, placing it on Sterling’s back. Dash strokes Sterling’s back as our tongues twist, and finally, he pushes the first inch inside me.
I suck in a breath, my body shocked by the size. I took them both last time but still, I’m adjusting to taking anything besides my little vibrator. “How you doing, sweetheart?” Sterl asks, his hazel eyes glowing as he beams down at me.
Smiling, I tell him the truth. “Never been better. I’m sore but adjusting.”
“Still can’t believe you were a virgin,” he mutters before Dash’s hand grips his jaw, and he steals Sterling’s mouth. Watching their tongues tangle, their moans dropping down on me as Sterling ruts his hips between my open legs, the pressure in my pelvis builds.
“And I’ll only ever sleep with the men who took it from me,” I whisper, their mouths breaking apart, both sets of eyes coming to focus on me. Sterling gives me another inch before withdrawing, only to sink into me again, softly, his massive cock sending a burn through my taint. It burns so good.
Sterling searches my eyes. I turn to find Dash staring into my soul as he strokes his palm up and down Sterling’s back. I know I just told them they’re mine forever. It’s a big, passionate thing to say after we’ve only made love once.
But I know it.
And like Dolly knew with Hudson, and Ivy knew with Trace, I know that Sterling and Dash are my forever.
Why hide it? I kiss Dash and then Sterling, and as if the most natural thing ever, they kiss again. I feed my fingers through Sterl’s hair, watching the torque of his jaw as his mouth opens to accept more of Dash’s tongue.
My womb aches with emptiness. My cunt pulses with desire. My heart is brimming with satiated fullness being in bed with the two men I love, watching them love me, and each other.
“I know I’ve been bad,” I breathe, arching my back off the mattress slightly. “But even bad girls deserve cream pies.” Sterl’s eyes narrow and his roving hips gain speed. “Fill me up, hmm? Leave me full, leave me so creamy that when Dash sinks into me, your cum oozes up his shaft and drips down my ass.”
“Oh shit,” Dash murmurs, moving until I realize he’s stroking Sterl’s back and his own cock.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re the sexiest, sweetest bad girl I’ve ever known,” Sterl groans, his words loose and raw as he struggles to maintain composure. His throat grows red and a bead of sweat falls from his face to mine, and I lick it up.
“Tell me what you’re gonna do,” I whisper up to him, knowing he’s close. My cunt burns with the fullness he feeds me, but pulses all around him just the same, needing and wanting more.
He drops his mouth to my nipple and sucks it into his mouth while his hips continue rolling and pounding, his cock spreading and filling me repeatedly. “Gonna breed your bad girl pussy, breed this pussy so good, leave you so goddamn creamy.” He moves his mouth to my other nipple and gives it a hard, greedy suck that has my toes curling. Dash’s arm picks up speed next to me.
“Gonna leave you full, and our man is gonna breed you again, and won’t stop filling up our bad girl, will we, D? We’ll own and fuck this pussy until your house is full of our babies.”
Holy shit. It is so fitting that Sterling has a sleeper dirty mouth. “God, you’re so hot,” I breathe, grinding against him, seeking as much of him as possible as my orgasm nears. “Fuck, I’m close,” I moan, turning my head to steal a kiss from Dash.
“Let go,” I whisper, “don’t touch yourself. I want every drop.” Turning, I grab a handful of Sterling’s soft hair and pull his lips to mine, our mouths grazing, his breathing fast and needy. “Did you hear that? I want him to leave every drop of his cum inside me, too. Just like you.”
Dash’s hand reaches between us and softly strokes over Sterling’s hard nipple, and the groan that erupts from him sends me over, my orgasm shattering. “I’m coming,” I breathe, my pussy milking his girth, squeezing all around him as I tremble and moan. “Oh my god, oh my god ,” I pant, ecstasy raking through me, my toes curling, mouth open, eyes rolled back.
“That’s right,” Dash whispers, lips ghosting my ear. “Breed our girl good. Leave her a sloppy, wet mess, baby.”
“Oh god,” Sterl groans before stilling above me, his stomach pressing into my body, another drop of his sweat hitting me as I blink up at him, the last of my orgasm snaking through my veins as his own begins.
“Juni,” he crows. Heat tears through me in rapid bursts as his cock swells and throbs, sending a delightful burn through my lower half.
“I feel you,” I whisper before turning to Dash, whose eyes are glued to the base of Sterling’s cock, just an inch of it exposed and glistening, throbbing, the veins pulsing, the rest buried deep inside me. “You see that? See how he’s pumping his cum deep inside me?”
Dash licks his lips and nods, all the while Sterling slowly slides his happy cock out of me, grabbing it, resting the sticky head on my clit. A final small stream of cum erupts from the slit, ribboning onto my groin and belly, making Dash groan.
Dash leans over, unplanned, licking the stream from my flesh with a contented moan. Sterling watches for a moment before coming to my other side, positioning himself on an elbow, head propped up with a palm. Dash kisses me, and I love tasting Sterling on his lips. Repositioning himself between my legs, he waits as Sterling reaches down, gripping Dash’s erection.
Their eyes lock, and the ease with which Sterling made the move has my heart pounding. He’s always wanted this, they both have, they just didn’t know how it was possible.
Dash looks down, moving his body until his cock is pressing into the full heat left behind by Sterling. With his thumb, Sterl swipes through my lips, finding where to guide Dash. He licks the side of my neck as he aligns us, and with a swift push, Dash is inside me, his body crumpled over mine. His mouth finds my nipple as he careens his hips between my widespread legs, one of them held open by Sterling’s hand. He rubs the inside of my thigh as his lips trail along my throat, Dash’s lips coming to my mouth as he fucks me harder and harder.
So much attention, so much adoration. I’ve never made myself come back-to-back, and never expected to come twice, but looking at the two men I’ve loved for so long paying homage to my body—which to me, represents our love—has my toes curling.
“D,” I moan, remembering the way Dash lovingly used affection terms for Sterling while he made love to me. “I’m not gonna last long,” I warn, reaching up to stroke damp strands of dark hair off his face. Sterling sits up, wraps his hand around the back of Dash’s head, and they share a passionate kiss.
“You hear that?” Sterling rasps, his forearm flexing as he holds the back of Dash’s head, keeping their gazes locked. “Our bad, bad girl needs you to give her more. She needs more cum, because bad girls can’t be bred enough. Isn’t that right?” He slides his gaze to me, a sinister smirk curving his lips. Damn. Sterling in the bedroom is insanely hot. “You need more cum, don’t you sweetheart?” He seals those words with a kiss, then reaches down, resting his thumb on my clit.
“I’ll rub our bad girl and you’ll fuck her, right, D?” He strokes me faster, licking his thumb to taste me before getting back to it. “Ripe strawberries and simmering sugar, sweetheart. That’s what you smell like, and that’s what you taste like, too.” He hums, and my skin erupts in heated bumps. “So good. You’re our good bad girl, aren’t you, Juniper?”
I nod, I nod frantically against the pillow as Dash dips down, moving his mouth between and all over my breasts, grunting as he slams his hips into me over and over.
“Fuck, she’s so slippery,” he grunts, speaking to Sterling as he suckles my breast. He lifts his head, his brow heavy with sweat, lips plump and pink from suckling. “I feel him inside you. I feel his cum on my cock,” he groans, his thrusts growing sloppier, less controlled. He’s nearing the finish line, and I can’t wait.
Literally.
“I’m coming,” I gasp, my eyes closing as Sterling’s scruff skates my collarbone, his lips exploring me as Dash stills, his cock throbbing rhythmically with each shot he releases deep inside me.
“ Fuuck, ” he groans, jutting his hips toward me, burying the last shot as deep as he can. “Yes, oh god, baby, you feel so good. Both of you,” he belts before collapsing against my chest, my pussy still quivering all around his girth.
We lay there in a panting, sweaty clump until Sterling tenderly smooths his hand over my shoulder, then slowly rubs Dash’s back.
“Juniper, you should use the restroom and wipe up, sweetheart,” he says, causing Dash to peel himself off of me.
“Yeah, he’s right. That was a lot on your sweet little pussy, and we don’t want you getting any UTIs.”
Standing on the other side of the bed, they each extend a hand, and I slip one in each, letting them pull me to the foot and help me stand up. I’m wobbly on my feet, dehydrated and hungry, too. And my pussy is throbbing. Throbbing.
“Let’s get to Goode’s and have a meal,” Sterling says, pressing a towel between my legs as Dash moves around the room, collecting clothing for Sterl and I before slipping out to grab clothes from his own bedroom.
“Sounds good,” I say, watching them work around me to get dressed and help me get dressed, too.
I try not to focus on the belly full of cum they gave me, and how badly I want to be pregnant, how long I’ve waited to find them and this, for my happily ever after. Instead, I focus on the speech I plan to give them at Goode’s.
We settle into our favorite booth, but it’s the first time we’re sitting there under these conditions.
And I don’t even mean them knowing I have a murdery past.
I mean, it’s the first time I’ve sat here knowing what their come faces look like, what they taste like, having felt their mouths and sucked their cocks—same table, same people, different energy all together.
Dash sits next to me with Sterling sitting across from us, and beneath the table, we’re an adorable jumble of ankles and feet. Lucy approaches to take our order, no pad or pen in sight. We’re regulars. We have usuals, so when she smiles and slides glasses of water across the old laminate tabletop, she asks, “Same as always?”
Sterl nods.
Lucy snaps, her eyes going wide. “I forgot. Last time you got the trash I told you I’d show you my new granddaughter but I didn’t have the picture.” She digs around in her worn apron, finally retrieving her phone. She swipes and swipes before beaming at the screen, twisting it so that Sterling can see. He takes it, and his hands dwarf the device as he sweetly smiles down at the image onscreen.
“She’s beautiful,” he says, his gentle admiration making my stomach flutter. Lucy tilts the screen for us to see after she takes it back from Sterl, and Dash and I both smile.
“Beautiful little thing,” Dash replies sweetly.
“Oh, Lucy, she’s gorgeous. Congratulations to your daughter,” I say, almost unable to take my eyes off the pink-cheeked cherub in the grainy photo.
“Oh, I’ll let her know.” She stashes the phone away. “All right, a few minutes and your food will be out.” She knocks on the table just once. “Three coffees?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Dash replies through a yawn.
Lucy disappears into the kitchen through the saloon doors, and the moment she’s out of sight, I split my gaze between Sterl and Dash.
“Remember when you asked what I want? You know, from life?” I start, nerves spreading wings behind my ribs as my heart begins to race. We made love for the last hour. I know they love me, despite the fact the exact words with that precise meaning have not been shared. Still, I know it. And still, I’m scared to lay it all out there. What if I scare them off? What if… I don’t know, just what if.
Sterling nods. “Your family home, watching your sisters live fulfilling lives, your jam business and the two of us,” he recounts, nodding toward Dash, sharing a second of eye contact with him.
I’m not surprised he remembered. He’s so thoughtful. Dash, too.
“That photo, the one Lucy just showed us,” I start, placing my hands on the table, palms up. “I want that. I want to be a mother. I want a baby. I want lots of babies, lots of kids. I want a house so full of laughter and footsteps that we go mad sometimes because of it. But that’s what I want. And I told myself to be okay with never getting it. That at age twenty-nine, if I hadn’t found it by then that I may not. Then thirty came. And thirty-one, and now I’m thirty-two and thirty-three isn’t that far away. Just around the corner, even. And I know there’s no actual clock for me, not yet. But,” I say as they each slip a hand into mine, the three of us unified for everyone who passes by this table to see. “I never thought I’d find anyone who understands me. And you both do,” I tell them, knowing we are all aware of the elephant I’m referencing. “You both love me in spite of my problems. And it feels stupid to go another day without saying what I want because now I’m seeing… I might get it. I just have to be brave.”
I stare at our joined hands, my heart growing frantic at how much silence there is. Such a big speech for me and so much silence—I look up, between them, trying to understand the quiet.
“Juniper,” Dash starts, but I squeeze our joined hands, and shake my head.
“If it’s a no. If you don’t want to figure out a way for the three of us to work forever, and if you don’t want a family, can you not tell me just yet? Let’s have a nice meal and let's go to bed,” I say, leaning over the table, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Let's just enjoy the rest of this day, because it’s been so perfect in so many ways.” I drop my voice even lower to a nearly inaudible whisper when I add, “Minus the bodies.”
“Sweetheart,” Sterling hedges, casting eyes at Dash.
A tear slips free, as panic sinks it claws into me. If they say no?—
“Hey,” Sterling says sternly, grabbing my attention. “Do you think I would have come inside you without protection even once if I wasn’t ready for this?” His eyes search mine.
“Same,” Dash adds. “I would have never gone unprotected without the intention of forever. It’s not how I operate.” He chuckles softly. “Hell, I hoped it would happen. That way you couldn’t get rid of me.”
“I’m not accustomed to being wanted,” Sterl says, making my heart twist. “So I’m equally not accustomed to making life plans. But if you can be brave, so can I,” he says as Lucy approaches with three plates of food.
She slides the chicken fried steak, eggs over easy, bacon and wheat toast to Sterling, who asks her for a side of Juni’s Jam (swoon). Next she passes Dash his club sandwich, and he also asks for a side of my jam (double swoon). Lastly, I get my Cobb salad. I’ve eaten plenty of jam.
“You put jam on a meat and bacon sandwich?” I smirk at Dash as he disassembles the club, readying it for jam.
“Fuck yeah. Sweet and savory, baby, especially when the sweet is yours,” he says with a wink. Lucy returns with two sampler jars, and I watch them slather their bread with it. After reassembling his sandwich, he takes a bite, and surprises me by passing it across the table to Sterling.
“Try it,” he says.
Sterling, who I’ve never seen take a bite of Dash’s food before in my life, takes a bite of it, straight from Dash’s hands.
The hot guy you love feeding the other hot guy you love? So hot.
“Fuck, you’re right. That’s incredible,” Sterling says, swiping a napkin along his mouth. He returns his focus to me. “What I was saying is…” He pauses, looking between me and Dash, thoughtful and pensive for a moment. “I’m not concerned with what Bluebell thinks of two men and a woman being together. I don’t care. I’m not afraid of being different. What I’m afraid of is going another day without both of you in my bed, and in my life.” He bites into a piece of chicken fried steak, and I watch him chew and swallow like I’m watching the finest painter put touches on his masterpiece. “I’ve wanted you both for so long. I want to make it clear—” He lowers his fork to his plate. “I want to be a daddy. To my own boy, to Dash’s boy, to my daughter or his, I don’t care. The three of us, together. That’s what I care about.” He retrieves his fork. “Us three.”
“Jesus,” Dash breathes, and when I turn to face him, I find his eyes glittering, his breath coming quick and shallow. “That’s why I love you. That’s why I’m in love with you,” he corrects, and my heart swells knowing that I’m witness to the first time he’s said those words in that capacity to Sterl. “You’re so… fuck, man, you’re fucking perfect.”
Sterl’s cheeks flood with color, and he readies another bite of eggs and steak but Dash reaches out, draping his hand over Sterling’s palm. “I want what both of you want. I want life here in Bluebell with you. And I’ll do my best not to worry about what everyone else thinks.”
I love how honest he is. How honest they both are. Sterling doesn't care but Dash, as a public servant, is concerned. And that's okay. “We’ll work through everything together,” I tell them.
“I love you too, by the way,” Sterling says, looking only at Dash. “I mean, that way. I’m… in love with you, too.” All of my breath leaves my lungs, the beauty of the moment stealing all viable oxygen. My eyes fill but then his attention is on me. “I’ve always been in love with you, Juniper Sky, but I think you know that.”
Lucy returns as tears slip past my cheeks. She passes me a napkin with a smile. “Everything okay?”
I blink up at her. “Good tears. We just made it official.”
She motions between me and Dash. “You and Officer Hunk?”
I shake my head and reach for Sterling’s hand. Her eyes follow, and they follow my other hand when it steals Dash’s. I watch her face as it occurs to her what I mean, and her expression evolves from confusion to acceptance in a moment’s time.
“The three of you, huh?” She sticks her pencil behind her ear as she unloads coffee mugs from her tray. “Sterling Ford and Dash Foster.” She whistles, shaking her head. “You got the two best-looking bachelors in town, you lucky thing.” With a wink, she drops the check on the table and disappears into the back.
Sterling swipes the check. “I pay.” He fishes his wallet out as Dash reaches for his.
He doesn’t argue with Sterl, but instead says, “10-4.”
“Hey, you can pay me with that mouth,” he says, winking. “I pay for everything else.”
I eat my meal while floating on top of cloud nine. I’m not just up there, I’m the damn queen.