Shannon's Fairy-Tale Foursome (42 page)

Her three men chased behind her, their boots pounding against the floor. With each step, they caught up with her, and she loved it. By the time she’d made it into the kitchen, Drew had her from behind.

Grabbing her by the waist, Drew jerked her back against his hard body, and she sighed. The feel of him so close to her and the smell of his cologne all around her drove the teasing right out of her body and had her relaxing in his arms.

Drew lowered his head, touching her ear with his soft lips, and she trembled. “That wasn’t smart, munchkin,” he whispered. Nibbling on the tip of her earlobe, he spoke against her skin. “When you have healed, we are going to have to remind you what happens when you top from the bottom.”

“Yes,” she hissed. “I love when you three remind me.”

Drew chuckled, his warm lips vibrating against her flesh. The sensation tickled her, and she squirmed against him. “And we love to remind you,” he said arrogantly.

Appearing from nowhere, Jared gently pressed his body to hers, and Randy did the same thing as he came at her from the opposite side. The three men circled around her, their body heat cocooning her. “Now you need to eat
our
potato chips, princess. Trust me. You are going to love them. They might end up being one of your favorites, too.”

Shannon wasn’t convinced the potato chips were going to be
that
good but, with the men surrounding her, she would do and say anything they wanted—with a smile on her face. “Yes,” she sighed.

Leaning back, Randy snagged the bag from the counter behind them and said, “Here you go, baby doll.” He turned the bag to face her, but she didn’t waste time with reading the label. Reaching in, she snatched out another chip, exactly like the one she’d seen earlier. She examined it again, and she still didn’t see anything special about it.

“I don’t get it,” she muttered in frustration.

Randy chuckled. “She’s so oblivious. It’s kind of cute.”

Shaking his head, Jared lifted the bag up and pointed to the label she’d glanced over, not once but twice. “That’s what is so special.”

This time, Shannon spotted the brand emblazoned across the top of the bag and giggled. Taking it away from Jared, she looked closer. “Shannon’s Sweet and Spicy Potato Chips?”

Drew sighed. “Keep going, munchkin.”

Something in Drew’s voice had her swallowing a smart-ass remark and reading on. She didn’t have to go far before she saw what the fuss was about.
Will you marry us
?

The moment Shannon’s mind processed what the bag said, it slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. “Oh my God,” she murmured as she began to tremble, her legs suddenly feeling unsteady beneath her.

Instinctively, she grabbed onto the two men in front of her with sweaty, shaky hands. Jared and Randy responded by caressing every reachable inch of her body. They ran their hands over her face, shoulders, and arms as they soothed her with whispered words of devotion and adoration.

Behind her, Drew tightened his hold on her waist. “What do you say?” he asked in a surprisingly emotional voice, the husky quality revealing more than words ever could. “Will you marry us, Shannon Roberts?”

She opened her mouth to speak. Yet she didn’t speak, she screamed, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Jared, Drew, and Randy all sighed in relief as though they’d been worried about her answer.
As if.
The litany of loving words resumed, but this time she and Drew joined in, all of them talking on top of each other.

It only lasted a minute before a thought struck Shannon. When she married the triplets, she would be Jaycee’s sister-in-law. Katie-Anne was already Jaycee’s sister-in-law. That meant she, Jaycee, and Katie-Anne were going to be sisters—officially. After years of joking, their girlish dream was coming true.

Pushing back from her men, she squealed, “I have to tell Jaycee and Katie-Anne! We’re finally going to be sisters!” Without another word or any further explanation, Shannon bolted down the hallway to share the news with the two women she’d always meant to be sisters with.

My fairy-tale just keeps getting better and better.

Three fucking weeks!
Her men hadn’t touched her in three weeks. Could a woman die from horniness? She was beginning to suspect that it was indeed possible.
Well, not for much longer.
They might not know it yet, but her Dalton-induced celibacy would end tonight.

Lighting the last candle in their master bedroom, she muttered to herself, “There. All set.” Her eyes swept around the room, and she inspected her handiwork with a confident smile.
If this doesn’t get me fucked, nothing will.

The room had been filled with the romance of a woman in love and the naughtiness of a seductress in lust. Candles flickered from numerous spots around the room, lighting the nearly dark room. The rose petals she’d strewn covered every flat surface from the floor to the bed to the dresser, chairs, and even the nightstands. Two trays of sexy snack foods lay on the desk in the corner, waiting for her to feed her men when they arrived home after a long day at work.

Her naughty alter ego had gone shopping at The G Spot in town this afternoon, after she’d gotten off from work early.
God bless Stellina.

Shannon couldn’t suppress a smile when she admired her purchases laid atop the rose petals on the nightstand. Her men had a sex toy fetish, so she’d gone in and consulted Ella on what to buy.
I have a feeling I’m going to owe Ella big time after tonight.

The aroma of a beef tenderloin roasting in the oven wafted up the stairs and under her nose. She nearly groaned aloud when her stomach growled. After all she’d done today, she was famished for food and fucking, in no particular order
.

Humming enthusiastically, she headed off to the en suite bathroom to get dressed in the sheer mesh dress she and Ella had picked out. She removed her chef’s uniform and underclothes before stepping into the shower.

The hot water rained over her, cascading down her body. She poured shampoo in her hand, washing her hair thoroughly, spending an exorbitant amount of time massaging her scalp before rinsing out the soap and repeating with conditioner.

Between the hot water and her hair massage, she felt her body relax. She picked up her favorite soap, popping open the lid and letting the creamy liquid stream out of the bottle and into her hands. She put the bottle back in its rightful place then rubbed her hands together, warming and lathering the soap. She glided her hands over every inch of her skin, purposefully avoiding her pussy. But the desperate call to come overpowered her, and she broke one of her men’s golden rules—no touching herself without their permission or presence.

Fuck it. We need to renegotiate some of these insipid rules.

With one hand, she parted her sensitive folds and, with the other, she slid in between them. She massaged her clitoris, just like she had her hair, rubbing up and down then back and forth. Her body tensed up immediately, the need too strong for her to hold it back. It had been too long for her to go without the passionate bliss of an orgasm.

She plunged two fingers inside her cunt and that was all it took for her to reach the pinnacle and fall over the edge. A hoarse bellow ripped out of her throat, a noise that sounded more animalistic than human. Her pussy convulsed, causing a surge of juices to coat her fingers.

Instead of slowing down, she gathered momentum, determined to make herself come again. She finger-fucked herself voraciously with a speed that had her hand growing tired, but she didn’t give up.

Just one more time.

She imagined her men in the shower with her. She thought of their hands and mouths on her body, the way they would fuck her. The fantasy propelled her over again, thrusting her into an orgasm so strong she fell back into the wall with a grunt. But she didn’t give a damn about the discomfort or the cool feel of the tiles against her backside. Her pussy locking down, squeezing onto her fingers, felt too good to let any minor detail take away from the pleasure.

With a silent moan, she rode the waves greedily, letting the ecstasy sweep her away for a moment. Before long, her body went limp, and she was grateful for the wall supporting her.

She knew she had to get out before they got home, but she couldn’t find the willpower to move. Taking one shuddering breath then a second one, she told herself, “You have three gorgeous men on their way home to you. Get out of here, put your clothes on, and go seduce them.”

That thought got her moving. She felt her desire renew, and her body came back to life. She was ready for more, ready for her men.

Jumping out of the shower, she slid around for a second before catching her balance. She snatched up her towel and dried herself quickly then rubbed her body down with lotion, enjoying the feel of the luxurious cream against her water-warmed skin. She reached for the hair dryer, flicking on the switch and drying her hair, then pulled a brush through her tangled strands. With her time ticking away by the second, she gave up on her futile attempt to tame the frizz and applied the most minimal makeup. Her men loved her without artifice.
Damn, I’m lucky. They love me the way I am.

With a long sigh, she stepped into the black, boy-short panties before pulling them up her legs, over her hips, and settling them in their proper place. She rolled the lace topped sheer stockings up one leg, the soft material gliding softly over her skin, and attached it to the garter then repeated the process on the other side.

The front door opened and a male voice called out, “Munchkin!”

Shit! They’re home.

Impatient to get downstairs and into their arms, she pulled on her matching black bra, situating her breasts so that she had just the right amount of cleavage. She jerked on the mesh dress with as much care as she could in her haste. Spinning around, she checked herself in the mirror.
I’m good.

With a quick fluff of her hair, she slipped her feet into her new pair of “Fuck Me” shoes and was out the door and down the stairs in a flash. The moment she spotted Drew, along with Jared and Randy, she bounded off the bottom step and leaped into his arms. “I missed you!”

Even though he seemed surprised by her overzealous greeting, Drew caught her and kissed her thoroughly. As soon as he released her lips, she squirmed and pulled out of his arms before moving to Jared. She threw her arms around Jared, rubbing her body up against his. “And I missed you.”

Jared chuckled. “I can see that.”

She stuck her tongue out at him then pushed herself away, going straight into Randy’s arms. He enveloped her, his strong arms coming around her and holding her close. “I missed you, baby doll.”

“Hey,” she said indignantly, cuddling into him and nuzzling his neck. “You stole my line, Romeo.”

“Mmmm,” Randy hummed. “Something smells good. What’s for dinner?”

Lifting her face, she met his eyes head on, “Besides me?”

“Shannon,” Drew growled. “You need to heal.”

If she hadn’t prepared herself for them to fight her, she would have chewed Drew a new one then and there. But, since she had, she chose to ignore him.
Pick your battles.

She rattled off the menu to Randy, “I made a beef tenderloin with port sauce, roasted potatoes, and steamed asparagus. For dessert, I prepared four petite molten chocolate cakes with cherries. What do you think?”

“I think you are amazing,” Randy answered her, his lips curving up in a sinful grin.

She smiled back at Randy naughtily, disentangling herself from his body. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” she countered with a wink then patted him on the chest, turned around, and sashayed toward the kitchen. “But you will.”

“Holy fuck,” Randy cursed, obviously just getting a glimpse of what she was wearing.

Jared groaned his apparent approval.

Drew grumbled, “Shit.”

“Come on. I need…”—she trailed off deliberately, her voice lowering seductively—“to eat.”

They all three groaned at the same time, showing off their triplet connection.

She entered the kitchen, listening to their footsteps following closely behind her. Ready to push them further, she sauntered over to the oven and opened the door wide. She bent over, keeping her backside in their view. “Hmmm, it looks ready to me.” Rocking back, she wiggled her bottom ever so slightly. “What do you think?”

“Something’s ready all right,” Randy stated in an edgy tone.
My, my, I’m not the only one who needs to get laid around here.

She peered over her shoulder at Randy, batting her eyelashes at him. “Can you even see from over there?” She slid over to give him a better view of the oven’s interior, spreading her legs wider and giving him a prime view of her panties. “Better?”

Drew grumbled, “Not supposed to wear fucking panties.”

“A little farther,” Jared instructed curtly with a harshness she’d never heard from him before.

Shannon gasped dramatically. “Oh no! I’m letting out all the heat.” Standing up, she closed the oven door and looked around for a mitt. “I better hurry up and get it out before it burns.”

“Something’s about to get burned,” Drew said with a growl. “And it is
not
the fucking food.” He stalked toward her before she’d even taken a breath.