“I like you being here. It feels right,” he whispered.
Claire gazed up at him. His presence made it harder for her to think.
“I like being here.”
His hands reached out and cupped her hips. Liam had never been so bold before. His hands were so large, they made her feel small. Delicate.
“I’m pleased you picked me,” she said, trying to get her brain back on track. Liam smiled. He wasn’t teasing her anymore. The man standing before her was serious. Her heart picked up speed. A yelp escaped her lips as he picked her up and rested her on the lid of the freezer. He spread her legs open and stood between them.
Where was the man she’d known for all of her life? Not that she was complaining. Never had a move made her so weak at the knees. Liam was turning her on by his powerful display.
“I love you, Claire.”
“I love you, too.”
Liam smiled. “I love you like a friend, but I want more.”
She frowned at his words. He loved her like a friend, but he wanted more? What more could he want?
He took her hand and pressed her palm against his bulge in his jeans.
Claire gasped and squeezed the thick cock in her hand. She’d read so much and seen a few pictures, but nothing compared to the hard length in her hand. Liam took his hand away and cupped her cheek.
“I want you to be mine.” He brushed her lips with his. The small touch of his lips had her whimpering. She wanted more. The men in the other room didn’t matter. She wanted Shane to walk in and be with them, Liam and Shane to be with her together, the way she always wanted.
* * * *
Liam groaned as her fist tightened over his cock. Fuck, he shouldn’t have done that. The jeans were getting painful as he was getting harder.
What would she do if he pulled his shaft out?
He’d talked with Shane about seducing her. For them to turn the friendship into something more. He knew the risk he was taking, but standing around waiting for one of them to make the first move was killing him.
Sharing her with Shane meant he got to be with her as well, and that was fine by him. They’d shared women before. This would mean more. It wouldn’t be an itch that needed scratching. Claire was the right woman for them. The only woman they would ever want to spend the rest of their lives with.
Her response to his touch and kisses was setting him on fire. Shane would be seeing the ranch hands out while he started pushing the barrier.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said as she pulled away from his kiss.
Liam nodded. They would seduce her by going at her own pace until she couldn’t bear to say no. He prayed she wouldn’t last long.
“I want you.” He grabbed her head and gave her a thorough kiss before leaving the pantry.
Shane stood in the kitchen, sipping from a cup. “Where is she?”
“Dealing with my reaction.” Liam slammed out of the house. He needed some privacy. His hard-on wasn’t going to go away.
The privacy of the night and the shed would give him what he needed.
He closed the door and turned on the small light. What he was about to do made him feel like a horny teenager, but he didn’t care. If he couldn’t be inside Claire’s tight cunt, then his fist was the next best solution.
His jeans were pushed down to his ankles. Wearing boxers was a pain in the ass, and he never bothered with them. If he wasn’t in his jeans, he walked around naked. Shane preferred him to be dressed.
Looking down at his cock, he saw the tip red, swollen, and glistening with his pre-cum. He smeared the salty substance all over the tip and down to the base. Closing his eyes, he pictured Claire.
In his mind he saw her sweet, hot body, naked as the day he’d peeked at her at the river on one of their camping trips.
Liam pushed aside the guilt of spying on his best friend and thought about her naked body swimming in the water. Even at eighteen, she’d had full round tits, a small waist, and flared hips. The water cascading down her body made him want to swim out to her and lick every drop.
His mind traveled to his fantasy, rewriting the morning he spied.
Liam stood behind a tree. Claire swam from one end of the river to the other. Her body was graceful like a ballerina in dance.
Hating peeping on her, Liam made his presence known. Startled, she looked up and stood. Her round tits on display, her nipples large, red, and tight.
“I didn’t see you there,” she said.
“I wanted to make sure you’re all right.”
“My Liam, always the protector. Why don’t you join me to make sure there’s nothing to take me away?”
Liam ripped his clothing off his body and joined her in the warm river. He swam till he stood in front of her.
“You’re so strong,” she whispered. Her fingers traced a pattern down his arm, across to his stomach, and down to cup his dick. “Everywhere, you’re strong. Is this for me?” Under the water, she stroked his hard cock. Her touch was firm but with an inexperienced hand.
“Fuck,” he cried out as her finger stroked the slit at the tip of his cock. Liam took her by the hand and led her to the dry patch of land.
“I want to suck your cock, Liam. I want to feel you in my mouth.”
Liam lay back on the ground and watched her open her mouth and slide his cock between her lips. The view brought him off, exploding into the back of her throat. Claire moaned and swallowed every bit of his semen down.
Liam came out of his fantasy as the last wave of cum shot out of the tip, splattering the ground. Panting for breath, he rested his head against the wooden beam.
The fantasy he’d had so many times was starting to wear thin. Claire was an addiction he didn’t want to get rid of. He prayed she felt the same way.
As the days passed, Claire canceled her rent on the apartment and moved her meager belongings to the ranch. Liam and Shane had prepared a room for her, and it was beautiful. A full four-poster, king-sized bed with white drapes lay against the far wall. When they’d been growing up, she’d mentioned about wanting to have a similar bed. The bed was fit for a princess. She laughed and hugged her friends. Not wishing to tell her friends her ideals had changed, she embraced her friends and thanked them for their thoughtfulness. She’d have any bed, providing Liam and Shane shared it with her.
The ranch hands grew happier to be working and were pleased with the changing meals she served. She cleaned the ranch house and made it a home rather than a dumping ground, and made sure her men had clean clothing. This is where she belonged.
Liam and Shane were attentive. However, Liam didn’t mention what had happened on the freezer or make any more advances. She tried not to think about the touch and taste of him as he’d kissed her. Her parents weren’t happy with her decision to move in with two men. The same negative comments had been voiced to her by a few of her coworkers in town. She was happy and wouldn’t leave the comfort of the ranch. The men were respectful and ate her food, each one telling her what a good cook she was.
This was her family. Liam and Shane had always been her family, and now she could be with them properly.
Except that Shane avoided her at every turn, and she didn’t like it. He’d been different with her ever since the night she’d attacked him.
Fucking hormones. Being a teenager had sucked.
The days were getting hotter, and cooking in the kitchen was becoming unbearable. She found the old barbecue and started to light it up. It was a black one that needed charcoal to burn. The meat was already defrosted in the fridge. As the coals were burning down the last bit, she got the meat out and left it on the side to get to room temperature. She’d made coleslaw, potato salad, as well as several other salads throughout the day.
The barbecue was big enough to serve her workers.
As the bell dinged, she set up the bench and left sauces, relishes, buns, and plates for the boys to serve themselves as they wished. She skipped the burgers and went straight for the steaks. They’d been marinating in olive oil and peppercorns for most of the day.
The sound of the soap bucket alerted her to the hungry horde.
“Steaks are cooking. Orders—rare, medium, or dead?” she asked.
“Medium.”
“Rare.”
“Medium.” Orders were called. She served one by one, leaving herself to the end. She sat down with the men and listened to their banter.
“So, Claire, are you going to marry one of these douche bags?” The question caught her off guard. She didn’t know who the query had come from.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because we get the guarantee of great food.” Silence descended on the table.
“Looks to me like someone needs to go and wash his mouth out,” Shane said, dropping his hamburger bun on the plate.
“Which one do you think would be the best candidate?” she asked, ignoring the glare Shane sent her.
All the men pointed at Liam. “He’s the nicest of the bunch.”
She burst out laughing. Liam might be the joker and the more easygoing of the two, but he had a dark side. When he thought no one was looking, she’d seen the flashes in his eyes and the telltale signs of a darker man underneath. Nothing scary, but clearly more than the laid-back persona he gave off.
“I’m sure he’s got his secrets just like the rest of us. Now stop being a pain in the ass and eat your food before they fire you.” Claire dived into her steak as if the conversation hadn’t bothered her.
Marriage was such a huge step. Although most girls growing up thought about their white wedding and who the guy would be, from the type of church to the horses and the dress, Claire spent most of her time wondering where the guys were going and if she’d have to prove herself being the only girl.
In fact, she’d never thought of marriage for herself, ever.
Liam and Shane had dominated most of her life from a young age. Being with the guys had been her only dream.
When the ranch hands went home, Claire cleaned away all the dishes. The barbecue pit was too hot to deal with, and she marked it as something to do in the morning. Her thoughts couldn’t move away from marriage.
Did the men have plans for getting married? She scrambled through her brain to think of all the conversations they’d had over the years. They’d talked about girls who’d kissed them or something like that. Never had they talked about sex with girls.
Had there been a barrier they’d refused to cross and she’d never known about it?
Claire showered and dressed, ready for bed. The men were in the sitting room watching a movie.
Like so many times before, the space between them was vacant. She sat down, and they offered her popcorn and candy. The movie was a lame action movie, more money spent on the explosions than the story line. She wouldn’t tell them how much she loved watching romance films. They’d make fun, and she’d never get to watch one.
Soon the lead actor was being led to a bedroom by a large-chested woman. Claire tensed. She’d watched loads of movies with sex in them. All the other times she hadn’t been as blatantly aroused imagining Liam and Shane reaching out to her. Touching her. Tasting her.
“Man, why do they have to pretend they can be gymnasts? I mean look at the guy, he looks like he’s doing some sort of yoga move while pounding her,” Liam said, from her left.
“Don’t know. Makes normal men like us look feeble, I guess,” Shane said.
“Aren’t you going to throw in your point?” Liam nudged her on the shoulder.
She shook her head.
“Surely, with all your female wisdom, you’d be able to add something to this.”
“Sorry. I’ve don’t have any opinion on this. The movie’s crap, and I’m not overanalyzing it.”
Liam laughed, his arm reaching along the back of the sofa. He started playing with her hair. The movie didn’t provide any distraction for Claire at all. Every touch felt sexual, as if he was trying to seduce her by the touching of her hair.
She sat and watched until the credits came up. Leaving the room was out of the question. Her legs were like jelly, and she couldn’t guarantee she’d be strong enough to carry herself.
Liam moved his arm and stretched.
Don’t stare at his pants.
Close your eyes and think of something gross.
Spiders. Eww, would rather be thinking of Liam and cock.
Claire opened her eyes and stared at the television.
“I don’t know about you two, but I’m tired. See ya tomorrow.” Liam leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, and left the room.
The moment he left, Shane stood. “I’ve got to finish off my chores.”
Claire suddenly felt invisible. The only option for her was to go to bed. She closed off the sitting room and replaced the movie in its box before going to her room.
She closed the door, removed her robe, and slipped between the sheets. Book at the ready, she began reading.
Usually the books she read had her intrigued within seconds. But tonight, as time went by, she read the same page over and over. The page was a total blank to her. She couldn’t remember what the story was about or who the characters were. Her own life had become much better than the escapism of a safe story.