Chapter 32
Winnie
“How much longer ‘til we get there?” I ask.
It’s the next night and I’m sitting between Axel and Diesel in the front of Axe’s extended cab pickup as he drives us to what he’s reassured me is a remote and perfect date destination. Diesel’s arm is slung around my shoulders and I’ve been idly playing with his fingers during the drive. Cruz, in the backseat, curls my hair around his finger. It would be perfect except the blindfold I’m wearing is making me too antsy. I want to see everything there is to see on this date with my favorite triplets.
“Do not answer her,” Axel warns his brothers as he drops a hand from the steering wheel to the top of my thigh. “I don’t want to give her any hints about where we’re going.”
Diesel laughs and drops his mouth to the top of my shoulder. “You could give Win thirty hints and she’d never guess,” he says, his lips skimming across my skin.
Okay, perhaps the blindfold isn’t too bad an idea, not when it heightens every single touch.
“You could’ve at least gotten road trip snacks, bro,” Cruz grumbles.
“We’ll have plenty to eat when we get there,” Axel says.
“If you’re bored, Win, blame it on Axe.” Cruz says, and I can practically see the adorable pout on his mouth. “He shot down my idea to liven up the drive.”
“Which was?” I ask, cocking my head in Cruz’s direction. “Also, not to be Cathy Complainer, but this blindfold is making my eyeballs sweat.”
Diesel laughs again. “He wanted to put a mattress in the back so the two of you could spend the ride stargazing.” The hand I’m holding moves and he emphasizes the word stargazing like he’s put air quotes around it.
“Oh, I’d be seeing stars, alright,” Cruz comments, making me smile. I don’t have to be able to see to know he’s waggling his eyebrows.
“And I told him I’m not his chauffeur and my truck is not his fuckmobile,” Axel states.
There’s a smile in Axel’s voice and he gently kneads my thigh, his glorious hand slipping higher up my leg.
“Aww, poor Cruz,” I say, unable to hide my giddy smile. “Cruzie, if it makes you feel any better, any time you want, we can drive your truck somewhere and park it and I’ll lie in the back with you and stargaze.”
I reach my free hand behind me and Cruz grabs it, pulling it gently so that he can nibble my fingertips.
“You doing anything tonight, darlin’?” he jokes.
“I don’t know. You tell me,” I shoot back.
Cruz makes an appreciative sound, and both Axel and Diesel squeeze where they touch me, hand and thigh, and I feel all of their touches in every fiber of my being.
After talking with Axel yesterday, after my call with Goldie, the anticipation I have had for our date has had me feeling like a kid waiting for their birthday party. The permission Axe gave me to embrace my fantasies unlocked a freedom I’ve never felt before.
Last night, I told my boys that I wanted to have a night to myself, a long bubble bath and my own bed. I insisted I needed to give my body time to recover, but really, I pulled out my dildo collection and experimented some more.
I’ve fucked each of my “boys” plenty, but last night it felt different. I didn’t have any lube, but with the memory in my mind of Gunnar on the stairs, lapping me up, and then Diesel turning me around, his thumb touching my ass as he fucked me, I was slippery and ready.
Pushing the first dildo inside my ass didn’t feel like I thought it would. I picked my smallest, mightiest one, and after fucking my pussy to get it slick, I moved to my knees and circled my ass with the tip. There was resistance when I pushed inside, and my muscles clenched tight at the strange feeling. I winced as I stretched and had to remember to breathe and go slow in order to relax enough for my body to adjust. I nearly gave up. But the thought of Diesel behind me, his hands gripping my hips renewed my excitement. And when I touched my clit, the jolt of electricity that hit me was nearly as powerful as the feeling Diesel’s touch had given me when he fucked me on the stairs.
It took biting my lip hard to keep from gasping and moaning loudly at the surprisingly sweet sensations that washed over me as I allowed my body to take a bigger dildo. And by the time I came, muffling my cries into my pillow, I was no longer afraid of how much anal sex would hurt. I was wetter than ever just imagining it.
In the confines of Axel’s truck, breathing in Diesel’s familiar scent, I grow wet all over again. I’m tempted to turn my head and seek out his lips.
Then I hear the distinct sound of Axel putting on the blinker and we’re making a left-hand turn. And slowing down.
The blinker again. A right-hand turn. Slowing down more.
The road turns into gravel, crunching under the wheels as the truck coasts forward. Axel’s pulling into a parking space.
“Are we here?” I ask.