Page 112 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I step in behind them, push the door shut and lock it. I toss my keys onto the little table in the foyer. I could offer them drinks or food or small talk, but really…why?
“Okay, here’s the thing. Finley owes me a rain check on a few things from our last time together, so, since this is my house, I’m calling first dibs. Also, you guys are great, and I have no problem with you being together or being with Finley, but I am straight and don’t really want to touch any boys. Other than what I suspect will be accidental, casual touches because we’ll be in close proximity.” I look at Finley. “She’s not very big, so it could get…tight.”
Finley blushes.
Evan and Christopher both huff out laughs.
“No problem,” Evan says. “Christopher and Finley are more than enough for me.”
“Same. You’re a great guy, Tucker, but I don’t feel that way about you,” Christopher says.
I actually find myself grinning. They’re making this very easy and not awkward at all.
All three of us turn to look at Finley at the same time. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide. I’m not sure she’s breathing.
“My bedroom is the first door at the top of the steps on the right,” I tell her. “You walk yourself up there. You take your clothes off. If anytime between this door and naked on the bed, you change your mind, we call this off. But if you make it to that point, you’re mine.”
Other than using her safe word, but I know that’s a given here.
She looks from me to Evan to Christopher and then back to me. “Okay.” Then she turns on her heel and starts for my stairs.
I give her a ten-second head start, but I take the steps two at a time once I get there.
She’s already naked when I stride into the bedroom. She’s standing next to the bed and my gaze rakes over her. She’s so fucking beautiful. Will I share her just so I can havesomeof her? Some of this body, some of her time, some of her heart and humor?
Fuck yes.
Whatever it takes.
“Lie back on the bed,” I tell her as I yank my shirt over my head. “I told you the next time we’re together, I’m spreading you out and taking it slow.”
Her breath catches, formethis time, but she does what I tell her. She sits at the foot of the bed, then scoots up until she’s lying on her back on top of my duvet. She looks perfect there.
And now I’m sure about the spreading her out part, but less so the taking it slow.
Evan and Christopher enter the room behind me. “Entertain yourselves for a little bit, boys,” I tell them. “I need to give this woman an orgasm before I fuck her. But I’ll spread her out, where we can see everything.”
“Seeing everything is absolutely fine by me,” Christopher says, moving to the side of the bed. He leans over and runs his fingers through Finley’s hair. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
“Somebody needs to touch me. I’m burning up and achy all over.”
“How about a kiss?” He leans over, bracing a hand beside her head and takes her mouth in a deep, slow kiss.
She makes a little whimpering noise as she arches up, wrapping her arms around his neck and trying to pull him closer.
I step to the foot of the bed and grasp one of her knees, holding her leg against the bed. “Just like this,” I say, spreading her thighs wide.
Jesus. She’s perfect. I cannot wait to have her taste on my tongue.
“They look good together, don’t they?” Evan asks me.
Seriously? Yes. It’s so weird to watch another man kissing the woman I want, the woman I love, but yes, they are very hot together. Christopher slides a hand down her stomach to her pussy and teases her clit.
“Let’s get you nice and sweet for Tucker,” he murmurs against her mouth.
“Oh God,” she chokes out.
“Let me help,” Evan offers, moving to the other side of the bed across from Christopher. He cups one of her breasts, teasing her nipple, squeezing gently, then tugging harder when she moans.
