Just Her Luck (55 page)

Sawyer came up behind me, plastering himself against my back, his large hands groping and pinching at my nipples again.

“Remember what I said, honey?” Sawyer murmured, his hands slowly moving down to caress my bum, smoothing over the cheeks. “I want to take you too. I’m impatient.” He parted the cheeks of my bottom. “I want to take you here.”

He reached a hand behind him and uncapped something, putting a bit on the end of his fingers.

I panted, my heart racing in nervous excitement at what he was inferring.

The naughty side of me, the one I try to keep in, chomped at the bit to have a little double stuffed fun, but the chicken in me was trembling.

His index finger, wet with cool gel now, slowly dipped into my forbidden hole, massaging into the tight rosette.

“You’re so tight right here, honey.” He inserted another thick, long finger, and scissored them in and out of me. “I’ll bet you’ve never done this before. Do you like that?” he purred, chuckling when Bowen thrust and gave a pump, then Sawyer’s fingers had their turn, and I moaned, wriggling around, clamping down a bit. “Could you handle that, Vieve? I’ll make it feel good, honey.”

“Uhm… what?” I squeaked, clamping down on his naughty fingers.

He nipped at my earlobe and pumped his fingers in and out of my asshole, slowly, testing it out, adding a third finger a moment later.

“Sawyer…”

Uncomfortable at first at the sudden invasion and very swift wake up, I gave myself a minute to contemplate whether or not I’d really be willing to do this. Try this.

Take them both.

The idea both thrilled me and made me nervous still, even though they gave me a taste of what it would be like.

He stilled his fingers and rubbed his cock against my back, a hot, hard brand against my flesh.

Bowen, who’d paused to let Sawyer test the waters out, pumped up into me, hands unerringly reaching for my hips.

“You okay with this?” Bowen panted, studying my face, squirming a little himself as he kept himself perfectly still.

My eyes met his.

Why do I always hold myself back from what I want?
I had to ask myself again for the millionth time.

Why?

I’m
more
than willing to try this, but like everything I have within my grasp, I always hesitate to take it.

“Hey, honey,” Sawyer kissed my temple, pulling back, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Take it, Vieve, you want them, want this. Take it.

Take them.

And why the hell not?

“I want you,” I whispered, saying it out loud.

“Want who, girly?” Bowen thrust up into me again.

I tugged at Sawyer’s facial hair, bringing is lips crashing down on mine.

“I want both of you.”

“Yes?” Sawyer smiled against my lips.

I nodded and wiggled around on his fingers, surprised at how much I found I enjoyed the dual sensations.

Not completely unpleasant, exactly, at first, but not what I’d initially thought.

Now it feels good.

Good and
naughty.

I smiled at them, game to get it on now, giving a saucy wink.

“Take it easy on me, fellas. I’m still sore from the love fest the other day.”

They both nodded and kissed me, Bowen on my lips, Sawyer at my neck.

Sawyer’s fingers sawed in and out a few more times, and then he pulled them out.

Bowen’s lips took mine hungrily and he groaned into my mouth, his shallow thrusts egging me on.

I swallowed hard when I felt Sawyer, thick and hard, slicked up, easing his way into my back passage, murmuring to me quietly against my neck as he took his time, letting me slowly adjust to his invasion.

It burned initially, but he was careful and took his time, letting me adjust.

“I’m in,” he panted, gripping my hips, nipping at my neck when I lifted up and down a little, experimentally.

It was tight, but it was manageable.

“I feel stuffed,” I blurted, gripping Bowen’s chest in a death grip when Sawyer thrust in and pulled out, then back in again, my nails digging in to poor Bo’s pecs.

Bowen gripped my breasts, giving them a rhythmic pinch, in time to his own welcome thrusting.

“How do you like that, sweetheart?” he purred, nipping my chin, his once patient thrusts growing restless and uncoordinated as he got closer to losing it, his fat cock effortlessly rubbing along all of my sensitive nerve endings, preparing me to go into orbit.

I felt it slowly building, my orgasm, the rising heat in me piling up, growing, heading there towards my own finish, faster and faster, the more rough and demanding he grew, they both grew.

And I loved it.

I let them both know how much with a throaty moan, followed by an impatient thrust, pushing them both down deep inside me.

“I think she likes it rough, Bo,” Sawyer growled, that animalistic, lion man, sexy grumble that I love just adding to my indecent decadence, his fingers clenching and unclenching on my hips as he picked up his pace.

I called out, panting his name, the feeling of them both pumping in and out of me so furiously now, feverishly, rubbing against that delicate barrier that separates them inside of me, adding to our carnal love play.

“Pinch her clit, Bo,” Sawyer panted, “I’m not going to last much longer.”

I tightened my muscles down around him, laughing bawdily when he groaned and his dick twitched, his body trembling as it broke out in a bad case of the shivers.

“Brat,” Sawyer growled, giving a harder thrust, rumbling a sound of approval when I moaned a little too loud and writhed, bucking between them.

Bo’s thumb came up to rub my clit, mashing it down so it hit his shaft on every thrust, sending me careening over the edge.

I let out an odd-
no I’m not proud of it, but I’ll worry about that later-
keening sound
,
somewhere between ‘injured bunny’ and ‘stepped on squirrel’, but I was a little too busy at the moment to care.

My mouth remained open in a silent scream, my eyes closed tight in ecstasy, pinched shut as I found my release.

Bowen shouted out his own completion, his shaft practically vibrating inside of me as it jerked, my pussy convulsing around him, throbbing in time to his cock’s climactic twitches, giving me his seed.

Sawyer came last, his mouth sucking greedily at my neck, his fingers bruisingly tight on my hips as he ground himself deep inside my backside, emptying himself of everything he had, giving me everything, moaning long and low, sighing out heavily when he’d finished.

Sweaty, happy and exhausted, the high from our little ménage wearing off, I petted Bo’s chest, leaning down to kiss the indents and scratches I’d left behind.

“Sorry,” I panted, grinning, not sorry at all.

He chuckled and brought my lips to his.

“Mmmmm, I love you, sweetheart.”

Kissing him sweetly, I pulled back and looked him straight in the eyes, my hand caressing the side of his face.

“I love you too, sexy.”

His smile lit up his whole face, making me giddy inside.

He kissed me hard on the mouth, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

Sawyer pulled out of me slowly, making me very aware of his presence.

I broke from my lip lock with Bowen and turned to look over my shoulder.

Sawyer was getting up off the bed when I gripped his forearm and yanked him towards me, shoving my tongue in his mouth when he went to kiss me back.

He moaned into my mouth, tugging me enough away from a reluctant Bo to press the top half of our chests together.

He would have said something when our over long kiss ended, but I beat him too it.

“I love you, Sawyer.”

My reward was another heated, tumultuous kiss.

I licked my lips, staring at Sawyer’s kiss swollen lips when he pulled back, his eyes shining with happiness, letting Bowen reel me back in for a good whopping one from him.

I heard Sawyer making his way to the bathroom and the sound of the water turning on, but it didn’t register until Bowen’s kiss ended and I felt a cool cloth running across my sensitive flesh.

I jumped, making them both laugh out loud at my surprised squeak.

“I’d stay in you, girly, but I don’t think my balls could handle it if Sawyer grazed them with that washcloth.”

He pulled out of me, and with one more quick kiss, he went to the bathroom.

“Say it again, brat,” Saywer whispered, pushing me back on the bed, hovering over me.

His huge, well-muscled body crowding over mine made me feel downright tiny compared to him.

I played at the light sprinkling of golden hair across his wondrous chest, my fingers lightly grazing him in a tickle.

“Say what?” I giggled, giving him a shitty attempt at a straight face.

“You know what I want to hear, honey. Say it for me, just one more time?”

He kissed me sweetly, his shaft rubbing up against all of my good bits.

“You better have washed that sucker,
really good
, before you go playin’ at the proper entrance.”

“Vieve!” Bowen burst out laughing, joining us on my tiny bed with a plop, making me wonder if we weren’t exceeding the maximum weight limit of this particular bed frame.

“What?!” I asked innocently enough, “A gal has to make sure it’s been said, okay.”

Bo just snorted, and Sawyer cupped my face, letting me know he wanted my full and undivided attention.

“Vieve.”

I cupped his face back, reaching behind him to untie his ponytail, marveling at all of the golden, shining waves.

Smiling slowly, I gave him a sweet smile and told him honestly, “I love you, goldie locks. You’re the best thing since sliced bread.”

I gave him an exaggerated wink and tugged his hair suddenly, pulling his surprised face down for a big wet kiss, the sound of Bowen’s amused laughter making me smile against Sawyer’s eager lips.

A few other things got kissed and
wet
and we three stayed up for a few more hours, toiling away into the night.

And oh, man, did we toil!

****

I yawned, brow beating myself for once again staying up too late.

“Oh, god, was it worth it,” I whispered on a yawn, one-handedly cooking up some eggs.

“You shouldn’t be cooking,” Bowen’s deep bass rumbled, his arms wrapping loosely around my waist in a hug.

He kissed my neck and distracted me enough that I didn’t even notice when Sawyer took my spatula away.

The washer pinged suddenly, letting me know it was done, and effectively snapping me out of it.

“How long have you been up?” Sawyer asked with a hint of accusation in his voice.

I scowled at him.

“What’s it to you, sir? I was asked to come here and cook and clean and that’s what I’m going to do. You got a problem with that, goldie locks?”

Bowen snorted and kissed my neck, releasing me to wander over to the coffee pot.

Sawyer laughed, smiling ruefully at my ‘tude this morning.

I’m tired, damn it! I’ll ‘tude it up all I frickin’ want!

“Help me out here, Bo. She shouldn’t be doing any of that shit right now.” He was looking at Bowen with a ‘help me out here, bro’ kind of look.

“Oh, the lip on you,” I tutted, smacking Sawyer on the ass as I went to get the butter out of the fridge, chortling silently into the refrigerator when he turned beet red, not particularly fond of my take charge attitude when the shoe is on the other foot.

Bowen shrugged, sipping his coffee.

I know he’s hiding a grin behind it,
I just know
he is
.

“She’s gonna do what she wants anyways, so I say let her,” Bo glanced over at me, giving me his big bad wolf smile, teeth flashing a pretty white in his deeply tanned face, “I’ll just have to spank your ass later if you over do it, sweetheart.”

He licked his lips a little, his tongue peeking out to run smoothly over his bottom lip as he talked, and I was lost, mesmerized by the action.

“You understand me, girly?” he asked huskily, bringing the cup back up to his lips to cover up his Cheshire cat grin.

“Uh…yeah, sure,” I muttered distractedly, shaking myself out of my stupor.

Bowen snorted into his coffee cup, and Sawyer stared at me interestedly, letting me know I’d definitely said something off.

“Really?” Sawyer asked curiously, pausing mid-stir, “If that’s the case, I’m going to have to get in on that too.”

He surreptitiously adjusted himself in his pants, then turned back to the stove.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! What did you just ask me?” I asked hastily.