Page 108 of Wild Flower

Mom started calling me that during the move. It was a joke at first, but it quickly became an endearment. It would be easy for me to get upset about it, but honestly, I like it. In a way, it shows how much we’re both being ourselves and owning it.

“I just wanted to say, good luck,” my mother says, gripping her tea cup. “Your father and I are proud of what you’ve accomplished with your business, and we hope you have great success.” She takes a sip of tea to cover whatever emotion is on her face.

“Wow, mom,” I say, astonished. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

She nods tersely. “We’d also appreciate it if you came by once in a while. Your father gets lonely, and I can’t eat all that fish he likes to fry up.”

“That’d be nice,” I say with a smile.

“But no chicks and dicks and tattoos,” she says quickly, pointing between the two of us. “You can bring your boyfriends, but maybe keep the sass to a minimum. Yes?”

I laugh. “Okay,” I compromise. “Let us know the next time Dad gets the fish fry itch, and we’ll be there.”

My mother nods in agreement before walking out with her tea.

Baby steps, right? Baby steps and giant alien peen (which obviously, I won’t say in my mother’s presence).

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Archer swoops me into his arms when I open the door to Finn’s apartment and we immediately start losing clothes. The three of us have been staying in this small studio apartment together, vowing to look for something bigger after the farm’s been moved. We’ve literally been on top of each other (not that I mind, that usually happens naked with me in the middle).

I’m down to my bra and panties when Archer throws me on the bed. And it’s like they planned it, because Finn comes out of the bathroom at that exact moment, dripping wet with a towel slung around his hips.

“Getting started without me?” Finn teases, as Archer loses his shirt and pants.

“My bed is your bed, Finn,” I tease back.

“Yourbed?” he laughs, nodding to the fact that Archer and I are almost undressed in what is one-hundred percent Finn’s bed.

“It’s done then?” Finn asks, motioning to the two of us. “This little celebration is because you gave your mother your key and you’re free?”

“If you consider this 600 square foot cinderblock apartment freedom,” I sass back, tossing the bra I’ve just unhooked at his feet. Both of them release a guttural noise at the unveiling of my breasts and I love it. How did I ever think I should only have one man in my life?

“I think our Wild Flower has a naughty batboy prison fantasy she wants to act out,” Archer teases, knee-walking his way up the bed toward me wearing only his boxers.

“Miranda needs to stop giving you romance novels,” I quip, as Archer wraps me in his arms and starts kissing my chest.

“They’re quite educational,” he says, dropping us onto the sheets and rolling me on top of him so he’s under me.

Like I said—we’re literally on top of each other.

Finn loses the towel and grabs his cock, stroking himself as I tilt my head to watch. “How exactly does this batboy fantasy work?” he asks, smiling at the way I’m gaping at him.

“Technically, you should have wings,” I say, distracted. “B-bat wings.”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s what you’d be looking at right now, even if I had them.” Finn strokes himself, making me pant with how badly I want to swallow him. “Yup,” Finn confirms. “My wings are the last thing you’re thinking about.”

“Guilty,” I admit, as Finn moves onto the bed behind me and starts massaging my backside. I whimper as his impressive hands slide up and down my spine.

“Now, if you had wings,” Finn says, cupping my shoulder blades hotly as he straddles Archer and tucks himself up behind me. His cock presses against the fabric of my panties, covering the seam of my ass. “I’d definitely grab onto them as I thrusted.”

He rocks his hips to demonstrate, gripping my shoulders as his cock slides against my ass cheeks. Archer thickens below me, looking up adoringly with those crystal blue eyes filled with lust. Yeah, they don’t need wings to get me excited.

“I love you so much,” I say to Archer, opening my knees wider and adjusting so my clit presses against his ridge. We’re both still wearing our underwear, but with the way Finn continues to rock, I’m slick even with my panties on, and my clit slides wickedly against Archer’s cock.

“You’re so beautiful,” Archer praises, cupping my face and kissing me deeply. I get lost in the waves of pleasure as Finn and I sway on top of Archer. My nipples rake against Archer’s chest, growing more and more sensitive with each thrust.

Finn’s powerful thighs rub against my own, his mouth trailing up and down my spine as his arms cage in the two of us. Archer’s hands tangle in my hair, and the heat budding between my legs has me nipping and panting at his lips desperately. I never want to stop exploring their bodies. I want to know every way they can pin me between them. This one’s particularly hot, with the wickedness of one cock against my clit and the other between the cheeks of my ass.

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