Chapter 12 Nick
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nick
I knocked on Evie’s front door and waited, not so patiently.
I wasn't sure I'd ever driven that fast before. Fueled by lust and my wild imagination, I'd blinked and practically been on her doorstep. The moment I heard her voice on the phone and the need there, I knew what I wanted.
I’d met Matthew the other day. I really liked him, and felt like we both wanted to please her. Plus, he was hot. He was really, really fucking hot. So I definitely did not mind sharing Evie with him.
I also felt like there was something there between us.
I just didn’t know what yet. But there’d been tension in the wine aisle, simmering in the warm summer air, pent-up desire shining in his gorgeous brown eyes behind those cute glasses.
I’d gone home to my new house that was almost empty, sat on my couch, and thought about Evie and Matthew, dreaming about what they’d do on their date night and if he’d actually go through with hand feeding her berries.
And I’d stroked my cock until I came from thinking about the expression on Evie’s face as she orgasmed for him.
This week was hard. I’d been reminded just how rough living in such a small town could be. I’d be an outsider for at least a little bit, even in a welcoming place like Whynot. Even if they had no clue, Evie and Matthew had pulled me through the last few days.
Getting the resort built was going to be a pain in the ass.
Finding the right crew and getting them out to the location had been a challenge.
I’d already adjusted the plans a couple times.
I’d been in and out of work calls all fucking weekend.
I believed in the resort, even though building it in Whynot was impulsive.
Maybe I was just letting Austin get in my head.
Ugh, fucking Austin Whynot. Why couldn’t he just let go of the past? It’d been years.
All of those worries evaporated as a pair of headlights flashed behind me.
I glanced up, and wasn't surprised to see Matthew. He got out of his car, his gaze locking with mine. He was still dressed for work, and while it was late and he looked a little tired, he had that same raw expression of need on his face as me.
“Hey,” he said as he approached.
My eyes darted to his tie. “Do you have . . . Are those aliens on your tie?”
He looked down at himself and let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah. I have a bunch of silly ties to wear, it helps when I’m working with kids.”
“That’s cute,” I said. “I like it.”
The tension between us slowly melted as I held out my hand. We were going to do a lot more than shaking hands, but maybe it was a good start.
We stood there like idiots shaking hands.
God, he was beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, my thoughts spinning as I waited for Evie to answer the door. I released Matthew’s hand and pressed the doorbell again, then shoved my hands in my pocket, still studying him. He was studying me with the same hesitant but curious scrutiny.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked him.
“I am. Are you?”
I nodded. “More than.”
“Good. Me too.”
It wouldn't be my first threesome. I was a slut through and through. I’d done it all. I loved it all. I wanted to do more—to do the things I knew how to do with people I was actually interested in dating.
For that reason, tonight would be new for me. I cared about Evie. I wanted her in my life permanently. Maybe it was a little psycho, but the night I was with her, every part of me told me it was time to go back to the small town I'd pushed out of my life for so long.
Finally, the door swung open. Evie stood on the other side with a deer-in-the-headlights look.
Her lashes were long and inky, and my first thought was wondering if her mascara would run as she took my cock between her pretty plush lips.
She wore a black silk robe, the sash tied around her waist, and I couldn't help but look at her tits.
Her perfect, glorious, tits. I wanted to bury my face between them, although that was hardly the right way to greet her.
“Are we gonna stand outside?” Matthew asked. “Where all the neighbors can see us?”
Evie stepped to the side, giving us the space to come in. Matthew and I tugged off our shoes in the foyer, our gazes locking with each other every few seconds.
I had to figure out a way to break the tension. I glanced between them then put my hands on my hips. “All right,” I said. “Do I need to be in charge? Both of you look like you're about to throw up.”
“I’m just nervous,” Evie blurted out as she wrung her hands together.
I put my hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently, noticing the way she immediately relaxed beneath my touch. “Hey,” I said softly. “Nerves are normal. It's completely valid to feel that. Same thing for you, Matthew.”
“I don't know exactly what I'm doing,” he said. “I mean I do. I . . . Guess I owe you one for the wine, huh?”
I shook my head. “You don't owe me anything. But, I know that I have a crush on Evie. You have a crush on Evie, Evie has a crush on you. And I think, I suspect really, she might have a crush on me too.” Her eyes glimmered, her expression slowly losing the edge of tension.
A smile played at the corner of her mouth.
“And I think, if I got to know you a little bit more, I might have a crush on you too.”
Matthew surprised me by stepping closer to us. Warmth radiated off him, and I really really wanted to tear off his clothes and kiss him. I could already tell he was all muscle under there, and I wouldn’t mind finding out just how hard they were. “I could see that happening,” he said.
My breath hitched. I may have known exactly what I was doing, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous too. “I think we should save anything kinky for another day and night when it’s not so late, and just . . . enjoy each other. Explore. Find out what works and what doesn’t. Does that sound good?”
“Yes,” Evie said. “And if at any point we need to stop, we stop.”
Matthew nodded, his gaze shifting between the two of us. “That sounds good to me.”
There were probably a million other things the three of us needed to talk through, like safe words and likes and dislikes and limits. But the chemistry between us pulled our bodies even closer, and at the center of it all was Evie—the gravity drawing us in.
“We can take turns with her,” I murmured, gently pushing her between us. “And if anything, I can watch the two of you. We’ll take it slow. Okay?”
Evie’s cheeks were pink. Her blonde hair was pulled back and I looped my finger in the band, tugging it until her waves unraveled down her back. She sucked in a breath as I pressed my mouth against the curve of her neck, my gaze locking with Matthew’s. His eyes burned, but not with jealousy.
“Kiss her,” I urged.
Evie made the sweetest whine in her throat as my hands slid over her body, settling on her hips. I yanked her ass against my erection bulging in my jeans, smiling as her breath caught.
Matthew slid his hand around the back of her head.
I watched his fingers tangle with her hair, gripping just enough to still her as his lips brushed across hers.
My eyes shut for just a moment as a bolt of pleasure so strong rushed down my spine, my knees weakening.
My cock was painfully hard just from seeing them kiss.
While their lips were busy, I reached around and pulled the sash of her robe until it came undone.
The silk robe loosened and I pulled it back until her shoulders and the tops of her breasts were exposed.
Freckles were sprinkled across her blushing chest, and I nestled my chin against the crook of her neck, gazing down at her taut nipples pressing against the fabric.
Their kiss turned deeper. My cock throbbed against the curve of her ass as Matthew dragged his teeth over her bottom lip. “You make the prettiest fucking sounds for him,” I whispered against her ear. “Does it feel good being held by us?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh god.”
Matthew’s hands bumped against mine, and he surprised me by turning her around. Evie’s hands landed hard against my chest, dragging me forward as he rocked his hips against her, kissing her shoulders.
I closed my hand around her throat, but I didn’t squeeze. My palm rested against her as I pulled her mouth against mine. She huffed and cried and moaned for us, and truly, I was reminded just how much I liked being a team player.
When her lips were properly swollen from being kissed and her eyes were glassy with lust, I slowly lowered myself to my knees. Matthew looked down at me from behind her, his dark brown eyes widening.
“Too much?” I asked them.
“No,” he said. “I didn’t expect to be this turned on. I feel like I’m about to explode.”
Evie made a breathless sound, almost a whine. “Touch me.”
Touch me. Her plea was my command. It occurred to me that we were still in the foyer of her house and could move this elsewhere, but I didn’t even care.
I tugged at the robe and it slid off her body, a curtain of silk falling to the floor and revealing her to be completely naked underneath.
Matthew and I both groaned together, and I loved the way adoration etched his features. He wanted her just as much as I did.
My hand slid to the back of her thigh and I lifted, throwing her off balance, but Matthew caught her, steadying her.
“Lean back into him,” I said, “He’s got you, baby.”
He pulled her back against him, her head falling against his hard chest as I pulled her thigh over my shoulder. Her pussy was already drenched, glistening for us. I dragged my fingertips over her slit, feeling just how soaked her pussy was. It was glorious—the scent of her arousal, her wetness.
“She’s so wet,” I said in approval.
“Taste her,” Matthew urged.
Fuck. My cock was pressing so hard against my zipper, it ached. Without hesitation, I buried my face against her cunt, circling her clit with my tongue as I pushed two fingers inside her. Evie cried out, her hands gripping my hair as she rolled her hips, grinding against my eager mouth.
“That’s right, princess,” he murmured. “Keep fucking his mouth.”
Fuck. My eyes rolled back as I kept licking.
Her walls clenched around my fingers, coating them in her essence.
Her fingers tightened in my hair and I gripped her ass cheek with my other hand, my fingertips digging into her softness.
She kept grinding against my mouth as Matthew whispered in her ear.
I could feel her getting more and more wet with every word.
I was going to come, I realized. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls aching, the familiar rush drowning me as I kept tasting her, consuming her, worshipping her.
Heat burst from my cock and I gasped, panting against her pussy as I came in my jeans. I pressed my forehead against her, staring down at myself in shock. I watched as the damp outline formed, my chest heaving with breaths, my mouth wet from her.
“You okay?” Matthew checked in.
“I just came in my pants,” I said, still staring at myself.
“You what?” Evie asked.
“I came in my pants.” I let out a low laugh and looked up at them. “I’ve never done that before.”
“I want to clean you up,” Evie said.
Matthew groaned. “Bedroom. We need to go to the bedroom.”
I licked my lips and stood up, kissing Evie on the mouth then looking past her to Matthew. Were we going to kiss? Were we going to wait? Or were we just focusing on her?
Evie slid a finger through my belt loop and gave me a playful tug. “I can’t be the only one naked. You guys strip, and follow me.”
Matthew and I stood, a little dumbstruck, gawking as Evie’s hips swayed and she walked away from us.
“I’m a fucking goner,” he whispered.
“You and me both.”
Matthew grinned, but then rushed after her. I laughed as he spun her around and lifted her, throwing her over his broad shoulder. He was fucking strong, and seeing her manhandled was sexy as fuck.
I was definitely a fucking goner. For both of them.