Chapter 48: Chapter 48

I was new in town, which made me the fresh meat. It was intimidating. As soon as everyone sniffed around and took a turn they’d get bored and go back to what- ever they were doing before I moved in, but I’d been through a divorce and wanted no part of it. I needed

wingmen, and in Will and Adam I had them.

There was sexual attraction, to be sure. Adam glowed with it. It was the first thing anyone noticed about him because, like a boxer with a solid left hook, he led with it. He propositioned me first thing; I declined, and after that we were friends. Will was harder to read. It took him four months to ask for a hug, but when he made his interest known, there was no mistaking it. I was tempted. Extremely tempted. But I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, least of all myself. Instead of friends with

benefits, we became friends with attraction.

We met for drinks. We went hiking. They showed me the best places to swim and where to pick berries in the summer when the heat lay low in the thickets and there was no breeze anywhere.

In August they took me swimming at Daylight Beach. It was small and hidden and only the locals knew about it. The tourists congregated on the bigger beach to the east, noisy with kids and dogs and radios. We stayed near the water all day long and past it. It was dark when we started to hike back to the truck.

The path was thin and twisted, lined with the roots of bay and oak trees and the cinnamon-barked madrones. I stumbled twice on things they seemed to see in the dark. “Stop here,” Will said, when we reached a small clearing about halfway to the truck. “The moon is coming up.” I stood, catching my breath. Days were hot on the coast, and the nights cool. I shivered, wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt over a damp bikini top. Adam saw it

or felt it.

“Come here,” he said, and put his arms around me. I leaned against him, grateful for the warmth, ignoring the frisson of desire that sifted through my skin and down into my belly.

“Hey,” Will said softly, a protest. He came up behind me, moving closer until I was caught between the two of them. Adam was built solid and low to the ground. Will was taller, his chin resting on the top of my head. I stood still, absorbing the heat and scent of them. Adam’s cock

rose up, pushing against my belly. He wasn’t the type to apologize and I liked it, unequivocally. I canted my hips backward, pressing my ass against Will, an invitation, and got an answer in the sweet rise of his flesh against mine. I was wearing an old cotton skirt and I lifted it in handfuls. If they thought that was a bad idea, they could tell me.

Adam sank to the ground, pulling me with him. I ran my hands across his belly before pulling down his trunks and putting my mouth on his cock. He made a strangled sound, and I sucked on him, hard, crouched between his thighs, not giving him a chance to adjust. Will lifted me to my knees, stripping off my bikini and touching me, spreading me open, nudging me with the head of his cock. He knew exactly how much sex I hadn’t been having since the divorce. Then I was filled up; the hot, thick length of Will inside me and hard thrust of Adam’s cock in my mouth. It was what I wanted, bone deep and mindless. I couldn’t establish any sort of rhythm, clenching around Will and grinding back against him. He said something—the dark voice of a cautionary tale—and held my hips in broad-palmed hands and did it for me.

I sucked on Adam, licking him up and down, cupping his balls in one hand then taking him as deep as I could until he touched the back of my throat. Adam came first, crying out, his hands fisted in my hair. I swallowed and rested my face against his belly, feeling Will thrust harder and harder, my own pleasure rising toward

orgasm, but it was going to take longer than he had, so I just tightened around him as hard as I could and held on until he came.

We lay in a warm heap of tangled limbs. I measured my breathing against theirs, first Will’s, then Adam’s. After a time, Will said, “She didn’t come.”

Adam sat up. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

“Let’s,” said Will.

Adam didn’t say anything else, just picked me up and put me where he wanted me, which was straddled across his lap with my back against his chest. “I want you inside me,” I said, tilting my head back on his shoulder, and he did me the favor of taking me seriously.

“Give me a minute,” he said. He pressed his cock into the small of my back. He reached around and dragged his hand between my legs, smearing the wetness on his cock, then more on my nipples, then on his lips, acting generally like a man with all his favorite foods in front of him who decides not to choose one but to have them all. He lifted me and pushed inside me and I shivered all over, not from cold. It was strange, having two different cocks in quick succession. I arched, squirming on him.

“No,” he said, brusque. “Hold still.” And he held me down, thighs spread wide.

Will knelt between my legs and touched his tongue to my clit. He licked me all over, like he liked the taste of me, all around my clit, trying different angles until

he found one that made the strong tendons in my inner thighs go weak.

Adam was whispering in my ear. “Come, come, come,” and I was dying to. I was desperate to move, trying to close my thighs around Will’s head, trying to move on Adam’s cock, throbbing inside me, and he held me down and made me take it until I broke, spasming around him, against Will’s mouth, in waves and waves for what felt like a long time.

I drifted, warm and sated. I slowly became aware that Adam had tipped my head to one side and was gnawing on the spot where my neck ran into my shoulder. “Yes,” I said. “I want you to. Do it.” He gasped—relief, I felt it—and began to thrust, strong and unrestrained. I gripped his thighs, the muscles flexing under my hands. Will stood up. His cock was hard from making me come and he stroked it. The moon was up, round and full. In the dim, white glow I could see his blue gaze resting where Adam moved in and out of me. I lifted a hand and Will came closer on delicate feet. I pried his fingers apart and wrapped my hand around his cock. “Now do it,” I said, and he covered my hand with his and began to pump until he came.

I kept laughing on the way up the trail, drunk with love. I fell once and didn’t care and after that one of them kept a hand on me. I sat between them in the truck, the heater blowing warm air on my feet. Will drove. Just before the turnoff to my place he said, “Unless you say different, you’re coming to the cabin.” They shared an

old cabin in the pines above the bay.

I didn’t say anything.

Inside, they took my clothes off together, one piece at a time, and rolled me under the covers. The bed was big and soft and I sighed, closing my eyes. “We’ve worn her out,” Will said.

“She’ll be fine,” Adam said, and he had the right of it. I reached for Will, curling my fingers around the muscle of his forearm at the widest part, where it tapers down to the wrist. “Will this be awkward in the morning?”

He dropped a kiss at the corner of my mouth. “Only if coffee makes you feel awkward, sweetheart,” he said.

Adam pressed a kiss to my temple. “We’ll be in the other room if you need anything.”

I could hear them in the next room, maybe talking about what had happened, maybe just talking like people who can spend all day together and still have something to say to each other at the end of it.

I was naked. I wanted to stand up and go to them and spread myself across their laps and ask for more. But my eyes wouldn’t open. My body wouldn’t move. I lay quietly in the bed and listened to the sound of their voices, the low murmur of water falling over stones.