Seduced by Three (15 page)

“Fucking binge?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I was so weak and needy, especially those first few days. I slept with Sarge, then I slept with Van—then you a while later. I just couldn’t say no. Didn’t want to say no. Great time for my slut side to emerge, huh,” she said with a sarcastic snort and tears welling in her eyes.

“Really, Grace? Come on. Take a step back and look at this objectively. First of all, two…or three men”—he waggled his eyebrows—“does not a slut make. You should never feel bad about needing a man’s touch, especially when the world as you know it is falling down around you. It means you’re human. And, I think you did a pretty good job of being up front with everybody about your view on relationships. Don’t beat yourself up.”

They visited with each other through the hot afternoons. The words continued to ballet dance out of Grace’s mouth, painting a portrait of her entire being, both inside and out. They became friends, and that was something, he realized, they both desperately needed.

After almost a week of talking, listening, and learning, Luke wanted to fix the relationships between Grace and the other two men. Not because he was magnanimous, because he liked having her all to himself, but because it would make her happy. He knew how to fix the cold war that had divided and conquered all the shelter’s inhabitants. Now he’d try to pull a Gorbachev and tear down that wall. He just wasn’t sure if the others would cooperate.

Luke made his proposal the next day while Grace napped in Sarge’s bedroom. It was the first time since he had the idea that they were together, free to talk with one another without being overheard or interrupted by her. The animosity between the men vibrated in the air, made it a heavy and uncomfortable space to occupy.

Sarge protested, “I don’t see what this meeting is going to accomplish, because I don’t plan on handing Grace over to either one of you, and I’m betting that neither one of you is willing to either.”

“She’s not yours to hand over,” Van cut in. “Let’s get to the point, if there is one.”

Luke tried to settle his flaring anger. “The point is that if this selfish bullshit continues, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. I think it’s pretty much a given that we all have feelings for her.” He looked to the other two men. “So, if we care about her at all, we would want her to be happy. She told me she could have been happy just being herself and letting things progress naturally, maybe with all three of us holding a piece of her heart, even though right now she wouldn’t admit that fact to either one of you. Maybe it would have worked, but you guys started getting possessive and beating your chests over her like gorillas. Now she’s avoiding you two, she’s miserable, and the tension is only going to increase to the point that something will eventually happen to make the situation even worse. We’re grown men. It’s time we started acting like it.”

Luke sighed. “I would be willing to share her if the alternative is not having her at all.” He held up his hand to stop the comments that were forming on Sarge and Van’s lips. “She’s been straightforward with everybody from the very beginning, but no one gave her the same courtesy. We heard her words, but still decided we knew better. All this macho bullshit has to end.

“Our focus should be on how to survive through the winter, not battling for her. It’s time we accept her for who she is. She’s not a traditional woman. She’ll never fit into the role you two are trying to jam her into. And to be honest with you guys, I don’t think I want her any different from the way she is right now.” Luke’s anger flared at the impassive faces of the other two men.

Stubborn assholes.

He raked his fingers through his hair in aggravation. “She can’t choose just one of us because none of us alone can give her everything she needs.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sarge grunted.

“There are parts of us that she loves, but none of us contains all the parts that make her want to be with that man only for the long term. Plus, she’s so afraid of hurting us, even if she had a preference, I don’t think she would say so.”

“And you know this how?” Van asked.

“We’ve spent a lot of time talking this week.”

“So, now we know she won’t choose any of us,” Van grumbled.

“We’ve known that all along, dumbass,” Luke said. “That’s the problem. Nobody listens, really listens to her. Somehow her feelings, that she’s been very up front about, by the way, have been totally disregarded. We think we know what’s better for her than she does. And all that behavior does is illustrate how much we don’t listen to a word she says, and in her mind, how much we want to change her into someone she isn’t. She’s told us what she wants. I believe her words to me were something like…I’ll have sex with who I want, when I want.” Luke looked at the other two men. “Am I right?”

“Yeah,” Sarge mumbled.

“So, do you guys agree we need to make some changes? Try to make things right?”

“That depends on what you have in mind,” Sarge shot back.

“Okay, fair enough. I have a two-part plan. First let’s give all of us some time to gain some perspective, learn how to get along. All of us just learning to live with each other in peace, having conversations, being civil. No competition. No sniping. Show her that we’re not planning on ripping each other’s throats out any time soon. Then after that, we can see if she can handle the choices she’s made for herself, and us.”

“Meaning?” Sarge rumbled.

“We’ll give her exactly what she says she wants—all three of us.” Luke flashed a wicked grin.

“At the same time?” Van asked. His eyes were wide as if he couldn’t believe what Luke was saying.

Luke nodded. “At the same time.”

“Hell no! I don’t fucking think so,” he spat back.

Silence sat between the men, but it was a different kind of silence than Luke had felt between them during the past days. It was a subdued, brooding lull.

Sarge’s expression indicated that he was still digesting the idea. Then he looked at Luke and smiled. “I like it.”

Grace’s habit of waking before the men was convenient when she’d needed to sneak out, but it got old fast when she was up before the sun because she’d slept in a chair all night. She took advantage of her unfortunate sleep schedule and asked Luke to keep watch for her in the afternoon while she slept alone in Sarge’s queen-size bed.

She relished the block of time that was her chance for privacy and peace. There were no eyes following her. There was no tension, no testosterone hanging heavily in the air, no guilt for being the source of misery for other human beings. Today, Grace brought a small container of water and a washrag to Sarge’s room. She shut herself in and bathed in private. The sun seemed brilliant through the closed blinds on the windows. She looked around the thoroughly masculine bedroom. It had black walls, a black leather headboard, and a mattress with crisp white sheets.

It was truly a luxury to crawl between the sheets of the huge bed, alone and with a clean body. But even though she was tired, sleep wouldn’t come. Her thoughts crowded her head, and as always, they were all about the men. Luke’s nonchalant attitude and honest communication during the time she spent with him in the garage was a breath of fresh air compared to the seriously tense atmosphere that dominated the shelter.

It was ironic, really, that his words, along with the sex during their outing, had blown her away. He was smart and funny. He was a good friend to her. Luke had turned out to be more compatible with her than the other two men. She considered asking him to return to her own shelter with her, but she couldn’t do it. It wouldn’t be right, because she was in love with Sarge, even though he drove her crazy with his he-man controlling bullshit. And, if she was going to be straight with herself, she would have to admit the attraction she felt toward Van’s easy, approachable disposition, sweet words, and soft caresses. She had feelings for all three of them, and it wouldn’t be fair to Luke if she was pining over the two men she left behind.

She had created an untenable situation. The interpersonal dynamics within the shelter were a disaster because of her. The atmosphere was draped with unbearable silence and animosity. It was impossibly hard to not worry about what the constant stress and hostility was doing to them and what the men thought about her because of it. She didn’t like it. She felt hurt and guilty and sad. She had played with fire and destroyed the whole shelter in the inferno she’d caused.

Her efforts to keep to herself in the last week might have improved the situation a bit. It seemed like the issues between the men were better. There was noticeably less tension between all involved, and they had started talking with each other again.

Grace lay in Sarge’s bed and realized that as long as she was there, it wasn’t going to get any better. And even though things seemed to have eased a little bit, it was only a matter of time before something happened and they were back to the toxic soup of ego and emotions that consumed them, ate them all up like a cancer, slowly and painfully.

She was the problem, and she knew what she had to do to make it right.

It was time for her to leave. It was time to go home.

A plan of how to leave without the men coming to look for her at her shelter flitted through her mind while her body started to relax. As she tried to drift off to sleep, the thought that this would be the last day she’d be with them came as a crushing blow. She would miss them so, so much. A hollow ache in her chest settled in, and she held back the urge to cry. She loved them. She loved them all enough to do what was right for them.

She was on the brink of sleep when she startled awake to find Sarge, Van, and Luke surrounding the bed. They were all in various states of undress, well on their way to totally nude.

“Take your clothes off, Grace,” Sarge commanded as he crossed to the trunk by the bed.

She scanned all three men. “Very funny, guys,” Grace blurted as she got up and headed toward the door. She tried to push past Luke and Van to leave, but failed.

Grace looked at the two men. Their expressions were stern and didn’t give anything away.

“It’s not a joke, Grace,” Van said. His green eyes were like a wolf’s, beautiful and predatory.

Luke stepped forward and ran his hand over her shoulder and then down her arm. In a barely-there whisper next to her ear, he said, “You know you want this, ladybug. It’s what you need.” His expression as he drew away from her was saturated with intimacy and encouragement. It prompted a flutter in her stomach. He had orchestrated this, and he’d done it unselfishly, giving up the monopoly he had on her time so she could be happy.

“Take them off.” Sarge’s gravelly demand came from behind her. She turned toward him. He stood next to the headboard, handcuffs dangling from his grip. “Do it, or I’m going to do it for you.” Sarge’s words triggered the flow of warm moisture in her cunt.

She had missed him, had missed his touch. Luke was right. She needed this. She straightened her spine and took a deep breath. She could do this.

It took her mere seconds to shed her clothes and stand breathless and naked in front of them. She faced Van and Luke, and a blush of embarrassment heated her cheeks. She felt awkward and on display standing naked in front of them as their blazing eyes traced over her skin, exploring every part of her in the light of day. A rough chuckle came from over her shoulder, and then Sarge’s firm grasp of her arm and the
click, click
from a cuff closing around her wrist quickened her heart.

She was filled with feelings of excitement and fear when Sarge traced his finger down her spine and then in between the cheeks of her butt. “Come with me.” He led her to the bed and clicked the other half of the cuffs to the post at the corner. “Lay on the bed.”

Grace followed Sarge’s direction and lay down with her cuffed wrist, spreading her arm wide away from her. Her belly flip-flopped as Sarge walked around the bed. He grabbed her ankles and flipped her over, pulling her toward him until she was lying on her stomach diagonally across the bed with the cuffed arm over her head.

Luke approached her and knelt on the floor next to the bed. “You can stop this any time, ladybug.” His whisper in her ear raised goose bumps on her arms and tightened her nipples. “‘Red.’ That’s all you have to say to make us stop.” He leaned in close, and the air from his hot breath teased her just as much as his words. “But if you say it, it will prove that you can’t handle what you say you want.”

Grace turned her head toward him. “Not likely.” Her eyes challenged the men as she met each one’s gaze one by one. A slow smile curved her lips. “Bring it.”

Sarge and Van descended on her at the same time, and she immediately felt the cool sensation of lubrication on her anus as large hands spread her cheeks apart. A finger breached the tiny hole, spreading more cool gel inside her.

Luke stayed near her head, his eyes twinkled with mischief. “How does that feel, ladybug? You like having a finger in your ass?” Luke’s voice lowered. “There will be more than just a finger going there by the time we’re done.”

Grace’s entire body prickled from his words as more wet heat rushed to her pussy.

“Just relax, Sarge is getting you ready for us.” Luke traced kisses up Grace’s arm and then latched on to the sensitive skin that joined her neck and shoulder. She released a groan as Luke rolled his tongue and sucked the skin there while Sarge began to insert something cool into her ass. Slowly, so slowly he invaded her, stretched her with it. Another involuntary groan escaped her lips.

“You like that plug in your ass, don’t you?” Luke’s throaty voice purred through her head. “You like the sting, the squeeze of your asshole around the base.” She felt the slight pop of relief from the stretching as the end of the plug narrowed, allowing it to stay tightly in place.

Unexpectedly, large hands gripped her ankles and flipped her over onto her back. Luke left the side of the bed that gave him easy access to her ear and settled himself across the head of the bed on the other side of her. He propped himself up with his forearm and raked her nude body with a hungry gaze. “Look at those cocks. I bet your mouth is watering to have one of them in your mouth.”

Grace’s breathing quickened as she peered over the hills of her breasts to look at Sarge and Van standing beyond them.

“Which cock do you want in your mouth? Choose now, or we’ll choose for you.” Sarge’s words were clipped, gruff. Both men stroked the solid lengths jutting out from their bodies. Their gazes seared her skin.

“Van.” Grace exhaled his name. She watched as he strolled next to the bed until he could position himself so that she could receive the rigid length of flesh into her mouth.

He stared down at her. “Open.” The command from him sent a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. Van was a gentle lover, the one who wouldn’t be able to handle her more extreme needs. Wasn’t he? She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him. The smooth softness of his cock entering her mouth prompted another groan.

“Take it,” Luke ordered into her ear as Van continued his forward progress to the back of her throat. He grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her head still as he started a slow, relaxed rhythm in and out of her eager mouth.

“You like that, ladybug? Do you like Van fucking your mouth?”

Grace closed her eyes. Luke’s erotic whispers in her ear turned her on…took her to a different reality. She was going to keep her eyes closed and let Luke’s dirty talk guide her through this overwhelming experience.

Hands placed Grace’s feet flat on the bed. Her legs were wide apart, exposing her seeping, needy pussy.

“He’s looking at that pretty pussy, trying to decide what to do first,” Luke murmured.

Grace’s pussy lips quivered with the knowledge that Sarge’s eyes were fixed there. She moaned against Van’s intruding cock.

“That fucking feels amazing, doesn’t it, Van? Her throat vibrating against your head?”

Van grunted, and then the sudden distraction of a tongue sweeping from the butt plug to her clit teased her.

“Mmm, I know you taste good. My cock’s rock hard just remembering what you taste like. He’s settling in between those sexy thighs of yours. He’s going to take his time eating your cunt, fucking you with his tongue.”

Luke was right. Sarge’s slow, torturing licks through the channel of moisture from her entrance to her clit made the silent statement that he was in no hurry. It was excruciating. The sheer eroticism of what they were doing had already primed her for climax. But Sarge’s meandering tongue pressing hot and wet into the entrance to her cunt and then lazily moving up to her clit would not take her there.

And he knew it.

Grace voiced her protest to Sarge’s teasing with an urgent sound that was quickly muffled by Van’s invading cock.

“So, ladybug, I guess I get what’s left,” Luke whispered. She felt the bed dip as he scooted closer to her and rolled a nipple between his fingers. “Do you like pain, Grace?”

She whimpered in response, barely able to hear Luke’s words. Van’s tempo had increased. His grip in her hair tightened while Sarge’s tongue centered its attention on Grace’s clit.

Luke sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and played with it, rolled his tongue over it and then bit it.

There was so much—too much happening for her mind to register.

She had to let go. Had to enter that place in her head where there was only sensation. Grace’s body wound tighter and tighter, and her muscles stiffened as the overwhelming onslaught of their attention increased.

“Van’s going to come pretty soon, ladybug. Suck him hard. Drain his cock with your mouth.”

Grace was in her own head, reveling in the pleasure she gave Van and the pleasure she was receiving. He pumped into her mouth hard and fast. Then with a deep thrust and a hoarse curse, hot cum shot to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Grace, suck it, baby,” Van groaned as his cock retreated and surged in again. His moan filled her ears as the last trickle of his release landed on her tongue. Grace wanted to grab Van, keep him close to her after he pulled his cock out of her mouth, but she was merely a passenger, not the conductor of this ride. She groaned at the loss, but only for a moment as the actions of the other men became her focal point.

She raised her hips in an attempt to grind herself into Sarge’s mouth. So close, she was so close.

“Beg him for it, ladybug. Beg him to latch on to your clit,” Luke rasped in her ear.

“Please,” she cried as she tried to get more. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Please, Sarge.” She was asking him for so much more than her release, and from the expression on his face, he knew it. They both needed things to be better between them. His eyes softened, and a small smile passed over his lips before he turned his attention back to her cunt.

Both Van and Luke lavished her breasts. They licked, pinched, and wrung the sensitive tips. She was drowning in their touch. Each searing contact of their tongues on her, each exciting pinch of her nipples and caress of her flesh built on the last, nearly overwhelming her.

Finally, Sarge concentrated his attention on her clit. He pulled it into his mouth, flicked it with his tongue, and teased it with his teeth. Grace floated on the brink of orgasm for a few long moments before her keening cry signaled her climax. Her muscles locked. She froze in place, only feeling the pleasure. The involuntary quivering of her inner muscles found nothing to grip on to. She was empty. The orgasm was good, but her pussy demanded to be filled. Grace lay, catching her breath when hands rolled her back onto her stomach.