CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Bee
No one spoke as we walked through my front door.
And I didn't stand in the entryway and welcome them into my home. I didn't give them a guided tour of the rooms, chattering aimlessly about my decorating scheme and how hard it was to find a couch small enough to fit in my shoebox sized living room. I didn't rush to the kitchen to slam open cupboards and drawers.
I felt no need play hostess. No drive to pour drinks and lay out something for them to eat.
Finn and Jackson were guests in my home. I felt that on an instinctual level. But I had no thought about treating them that way. It went against every fiber of my upbringing, but I somehow was able to see them as...
Belonging there.
Finn's hand rested at the small of my back, and I leaned into it, needing to feel that gentle, warming pressure as he guided me upstairs. I felt like it kept me from falling. I was suddenly so goddamned tired.
"Which room?" Jackson asked in a soft murmur. I gestured to the door on the right, and he opened it. My habit of keeping all the doors closed in my house was a holdover from growing up in a bed and breakfast where privacy was never guaranteed. I still kept it on, even though I now lived alone.
But right now, I wasn't alone.
Jackson walked into my bedroom, looking for all the world like he belonged there, and pulled back the sheets on my bed. I let out a grateful breath, and felt myself pulled, almost as if it had its own special gravity dragging me towards it.
I slid in and rolled over, and looked up at Jackson. "Are you going to tuck me in?" I asked, grinning.
"You want me to?"
"You know?" I exhaled. "Nobody ever has before."
Jackson winced a little, and then gave a soft smile. "Here," he murmured, grabbing the covers and tucking them up under my chin. "Okay?"
I closed my eyes. I'd never felt more snug or more protected in my entire life. I let out a deep sigh. "Okay," I replied.
Jackson leaned over and brushed his lips across my forehead, still so gentle, still so caring. My eyelids fluttered a little, and I opened them wide before I fell asleep with them still standing there.
"Okay?" Finn said softly, perching at the side of my bed.
I nodded.
He leaned in, reaching to press his lips to mine.
And it was at that moment, the most tender, most caring moment in my life thus far, that Mitzie Jenkins decided to begin her nightly performance.
"Oh my God what the fuck is that?" Jackson cried, running to the window.
I clapped my hands to my face and started laughing. What else could I do?
"There's some lady in the middle of your street playing the bugle," Finn observed dryly as he looked out of my window. "Wait a minute, isn't the same woman from the store?"
I nodded behind my hands. "The very same.”
"Does she do this every night?" Jackson asked, completely bewildered.
"Every Tuesday night. I think. I'm not always here at this time."
"Oh my God. She's terrible," Finn observed.
"She's good at Taps," I said, feeling the perverse need to defend my neighbor.
I pushed back the covers and slid to the floor, padding over to join them at the window. "She doesn't have talent, but you gotta give it to her, she certainly has style," Jackson said, watching my caftan-clad neighbor, today dressed head to toe in shimmering emerald green, sway her hips to the beat.
Hysterical laughter bubbled up on my lips, pouring out of me like a waterfall, and suddenly I couldn't stop. All the attention, all the weirdness, all of the feelings I'd been trying to keep inside of me bubbled up to the surface, and suddenly, without even really meaning to, I was kissing them.
Both of them.
Jackson's lips curled against mine, the shape of his smile burning into my skin as he pried my mouth open to twine our tongues together. I tangled my hands in his hair, wondering how it was that I'd ever thought his hair was too long. It was the perfect length, just right for raking through my fingers as I kissed him, the strands more silky than they had any business being. I felt Finn's lips trailing upward against my neck, and suddenly I needed him too. Whirling around, I found his lips, and his hard, insistent, possessive kiss laying claim to my mouth. I loved how differently they both kissed me. I loved their differences, how they played off each other, parts of a whole.
They completed me.
Finn backed up, guiding us towards my tiny twin bed. I wrapped my legs around him, still kissing him, as Jackson lifted my shirt from my head. "I don't need any direction," Jackson growled to Finn, as he kissed a trail down my spine, making me shiver against Finn's lips. "I know exactly what I want to do to her, and I'm doing it right now."
"Not if I get there first," Finn snarled, and I yelped in surprise, as he whirled me around and laid me flat on my back. "It's going to be a shame not watching your face while I make you come with my mouth," Finn growled sending a shiver through my body. "But it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make in order to taste that sweet pussy."
He yanked down my jeans, sending them flying, I gathered a fistful of my bedspread, certain that if I didn't hold onto something tightly, I'd fly away. Jackson knelt up on the bed, cradling my head in his lap, and I could feel his growing bulge, pressing against my cheek as he watched what his friend was doing to me. We both looked down, and the sight of Finn kissing a trail up my thighs, his blond head gleaming in the late evening sun that spilled from my window had me so worked up with desire for him, for both of them, that when his tongue found my center, I fucking exploded.
"Oh my God!" I gasped, arching up, already right there, right where he'd had me ever since I first saw him — needing him, wanting him. It was so much, so much more than I ever dared to hope for, to dream of, and when I looked up and saw Jackson looking down at me, his face rapt with attention as he stared in wonder, it was so fucking perfect it made my head swim. I snaked my hand upward, grabbing ahold of him like a drowning man grabs a life vest, and pulled him down to kiss him as my world exploded.
No sooner had my cries subsided than I heard the jingle of Finn's belt buckle. Jackson growled against my mouth, and he pulled back up. "Yes," I told him. "Please. You too." I was almost begging.
Jackson rumbled something very profane, the kind of talk that would have made me blush before, but now only made me feel cherished. And as Finn slid his impossibly hard cock inside of me, I opened my mouth to fit my lips around Jackson's cock.
"Oh shit," Finn growled as he started to move in slow, delicious strokes. He circled his hips, touching each one of my secret places. "Oh shit. Fuck. If I'd known you felt this good Bee, I would never have let Jackson be the first one to fuck you."
"If I'd known how good her mouth felt," Jackson retorted, in a snarl, "I would've never let you fuck her mouth first."
I mumbled something, but my words were stifled when Jackson slid his hand in my hair. I moaned my approval as he began to move my head, testing, sliding himself further and further down my throat. I pushed myself, wanting to take him all in, and when my nose jutted up against his base, I inhaled sharply, filling my lungs with the scent of him, that herby, clean fragrance that clung to him. "Holy shit. Girl your mouth is amazing," he growled, pulling back.
I gasped, looking up at him, eyes stinging, and he kissed my swollen lips. "Again," I gasped.
"Shit," Finn growled. "You should see her face right now."
"I do," Jackson rasped. I could feel him thickening in my mouth. I had no idea how it was that he could get so hard, but it felt so good against my tongue that I became a wild woman.
"Goddamn, Bee. You're amazing," Finn declared, and at that, he reached down, pressing his thumb to my clit as he pumped himself inside of me. I shrieked around the shape of Jackson's cock, feeling that white-hot coil gathering in my core again. "That's right, moan with his cock in your mouth. Holy shit, this is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen." Finn's voice was tight, and as he pumped himself against me, I could feel him getting harder and harder inside of my pussy, and what was left of my inhibitions fell away. I grabbed ahold of Jackson's cock, propping myself up, so I could suck him more deeply, pumping my hand down the slippery length of him. "Shit Bee, I'm going to..." Jackson's voice hitched.
I looked up at him, feeling his hips draw back. "No," I growled against his cock.
His eyes widened, and his lips parted in almost religious awe when he saw I wasn't going to let him go. He let out a low, animal rumble, and suddenly a roar tore up from his throat. He braced himself against my wall, his hips quivering, and I felt him explode in my mouth.
I licked and sucked greedily, swallowing down every last bit of him, even as I remembered that I never liked doing this before, but suddenly I couldn't get enough.
"Holy..." Finn didn't even finish his sentence. He growled low, rocking forward so that his hands were braced on either side of my chest, and he drove himself high and hard inside of me. Deep inside, I could feel his cock twitch and all at once he buried his face against my neck, a wordless gasp on his lips as he pumped his hips furiously.
Jackson slid down against the wall, pulling me flush against him so that every inch of our bodies were touching. Finn lay down facing me, and swung his arm over my head. I was completely sandwiched in between them as the final strains of Taps died away outside of my window.
After that, there was only the sound of our heartbeats. I looked up, and kissed Finn's beautiful face and his crooked nose. He smiled sleepily, and brushed my hair back from my face before kissing me in return. Then I twisted around, seeking and then finding Jackson's lips, kissing him as Finn pressed his lips to my shoulder. I knew there was no way I was going to fall asleep cramped between their huge bulks.
And that was the last thought I had before I felt completely asleep.