Chapter Nineteen
Scherri
My cheeks get all hot when I walk into the kitchen in only a pair of PJ shorts and a tank I'd grabbed from my own room, before heading down to look for Stick. After waking up in his bed after the most delicious sleep of my life and with my pussy sore, my lips all swollen from the fierce sex between us all night, finding myself alone was terrible.
I need him wrapped around me, hugging me into his big solid chest where I know I'm meant to be.
The three men, standing around the island in the middle of the open plan kitchen, turn to gape at me when I wander in. At least that's how it feels. My eyes snap straight to Stick who's looking at me with a secret smile I don't dare to return, although I'm sure I haven't managed to restrain it and my delight at seeing him is sliding up my face, uncontrolled. I'm sure the other two must be completely informed of the fact I spent the most amazing night of my life being pummeled in Stick's bed.
I seal a glance across at Jacket, who's still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, his bed on the couch unslept in. I feel a brief pang, knowing he was out somewhere and that he'll soon be gone. And the color rushes blazing to my cheeks with the realization that he's taking me in. His eyes meander slowly down my body, alighting on my tits, almost bare in the thin tee stretched across the mounds.
He moves on down, taking his time, drinking in every part of me in a way I ought to find uncomfortable, but don't. His gaze trails down my stomach to land my bare thighs. Which suddenly seem way too naked in the loose shorts, boyfriend cut no less. They barely cover my swollen pussy, already throbbing with eager need again.
My eyes bat back and forth between Stick and Jacket, not knowing where to alight, so I land on Mr Greengross. He's also staring at me but at least without a huge dose of the desire to thrust between my thighs. Still, I feel strange looking at him dumbly while two great hunks, almost dwarfing the older man in his neat suit, eyefuck me from behind his shoulders. Strange in a good way, if that's possible. Okay then, totally fucking turned on.
“Is it that time? I must be going.” And Mr Greengross hurtles from the room, leaving the three of us alone.
We stare at each other awkwardly, with the same electricity as before filling the large space.
“It's already another boiling hot day,” I say fanning my face with my fingers in a lame attempt to hide the wrong kind of heat.
Which I suddenly notice has morphed into something much filthier. My body has taken over all reasonable thought. I cannot get the one of those two gorgeous hunks sharing me out of my head.
“Yeah, I should hit the road, I guess,” Jacket rasps out, his voice raw. But is it morning raw or something else?
“Why?” I squeak, before I get control of my loose lips. “I mean, you've hardly had time to catch up, am I right?” I say looking at Stick.
“Yeah,” Stick agrees. “Why don't you hang out a little longer, Dude?”
“We could go swimming up at the hole,” I say jauntily, feeling my face color hotly at the word that conjures up a host of images for me.
I get the feeling the meaning isn't lost on either of the two guys as well. What am I trying to pull here? It's not gonna happen.
“That the hole you talked about?” Jacket asks Stick, grinning. “You went up there swimming with your- dog.”
“Stone was such an amazing dog,” I blurt out to cover the heat in my cheeks. And between my thighs. “You should have known him. He could read the emotions of everyone around him. If you were sad, he'd come and put his paw on your leg to comfort you.”
“I wish I'd met him,” Jacket says, his eyes burrowing all the way into me so goosebumps run the length of my limbs.
“Yeah, well, let's go now, before I'm needed for something more important,” I say.
My mother mentioned taking me shopping with her and becoming a little angsty when I said I wasn't really up for it.
“Last one down's a loser.”
I grab the remains of my coffee and dart up the stairs to change. Hungering to get back down to my guys.
My guys?
“Okay, I guess that's me then,” I say when I arrive and find them already hanging on the porch.
“You're the furthest thing from that,” Stick says.
There's a strange tension in the air between the two strapping hunks. I don't know what it is, but I do know a cold dip will loosen them up.
We head up to the swimming hole, Jacket wandering along behind like Stone used to, until he'd realize where we were headed and bound past us to run splashing into the refreshing cool water.
“Are you okay, baby?” Stick asks tenderly.
“I'm more than okay,” I whisper back. “I'm so happy. I love you so much.”
Christ, that fell out without my permission. The feeling welled up so fast I didn't get the chance to consider the moment.
I glance up at Stick and he's beaming down at me, tension dissipated. His full lips turn up into a delighted smile.
“I wish we were alone right now,” he husks. “Because I'd tear that little dress off your body and show you just how much I love you too. I've always loved you, Scherri and I wanted to be the first one to say it.”
“Beat ya.”
The tree stand opens up and the blue water appears. Jacket lets out a hoot and hurtles past us, reminding me again of Stone. The memory of the old days when Stick and I were kids repeating itself. Jacket pulls off his tight black tee and tosses it, his taut back muscles rippling. He reaches the water's edge and bends down to drop his dark jeans. I reach out for Stick's hand which he clasps with a squeeze.
And, ohmigod, Jacket's going commando. His shapely buttocks and powerful thighs are revealed as he steps out of his pants.
“You coming?” he turns back to shout.
I don't miss a glimpse of his impressive dick, half lifted and swaying before him. It's not as huge as Stick but he's still well endowed.
Not to be outdone, Stick strips off his jeans and tee until his gorgeous big prick is also bared. He waits for me to pull my dress over my head and watches me run to the water in my tiny bikini, before rushing right after me.
We splash over to Jacket, who's swimming laps back and forth. The three of us are like kids, slicing water at each other, whooping with pleasure. Stick ducks below the water and then his head comes between my thighs. His shoulders hook behind me to lift me up above the level, water streaming off my body.
I catch Jacket's gaze taking me in, stripping the tiny pieces of fabric away, before I go tumbling back in. I've just managed to catch my breath and right myself before Stick's between my legs again. The back of his solid neck rubbing against my spread pussy lips as he uses its strength to lift me out of the water. Except Stick is watching from in front of me.
It's Jacket's shoulders I'm sitting on now. My thighs clamped at his ears, my pussy riding the back of his neck. Ohmigod, every cell starts tingling. He tosses me with a huge splash. The guys pounce on me then, lifting me like I weigh nothing and tossing me between them like they're having a game of catch, using me as the ball. As I land with a splash in front of each, I'm agonizingly aware of the naked cock under the water.
Sometimes I brush against one as I flounder for balance or when I'm grasped by a pair of massive hands. They're both diamond hard which should hardly be possible what with the cool water. The things I could do, could imagine that is, with those two steel blades.