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“You can have free muffins for life, that’s beside the point. There’s no way that a few muffins can balance out the way your whole family has helped me, but you most of all.”
“Noah is the one who called me, who saw the problem and knew how to save the day,” he said loyally.
“I’m grateful to him, too. But you were the one who rolled up your sleeves and fixed things.”
“I guess that makes him my pimp,” he joked.
“So do you have to give him part of every free muffin?”
“Only if he finds out about them,” he said. “Do you have a lightbulb?”
“In the closet back there, why?”
“Will you go grab one?”
“Sure.” I grabbed a new bulb off the shelf and brought it to him.
Leo was on a ladder, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of tanned skin above his jeans as he reached up and changed the bulb that had been out above the sink for a while. I watched him as he climbed down, and I wondered how I got so lucky to meet people like the Fosters who were kind and considerate.
“Thank you,” I said, “I tried a couple times but even with the ladder I’m too short to reach it.”
“See, having an electrician around comes in handy,” he said with his cocky grin.
I grabbed the front of his shirt in one hand and lifted on my toes to kiss him. He hooked an arm around my waist and hauled me against him, lifting me off my feet. The kiss was fast and hard, leaving my lips tingling and my head spinning. When he set me on my feet, he kissed my cheek again.
“Good night, Madison,” he said, and then he waited silently for me to lock up and he walked me to my car.
“Good night, Leo,” I said, and when I got home, it was all I could do to unlock the door and shuck off my clothes to get in the shower. While steam rose from the water, I grabbed my favorite vibrator from the drawer. It wouldn’t take much. I was so keyed up.
I stepped under the stream of water and leaned back against the shower wall, braced one foot on the soap ledge and let my eyes drop shut as I fired up the wand to level two. I let myself unspool the fantasy of what I’d really wanted, how I wanted tonight to end instead of alone in my apartment with a shoddy, battery-operated substitute.
Leo came down off the ladder and with a cocky grin backed me up into the storage room. He bent my head back over his arm as he kissed me slow and deep and satin smooth. I clutched at his arms and his shirt. He unfastened my jeans and pushed them down. I held onto him as I kicked them off and his big hand stroked my stomach, working down until he cupped my sex possessively. I felt him smile against my mouth as I sucked his tongue and whimpered my want. I was stammering, wanting him to hurry, to just fuck me right there. He turned me around, took my hands and pressed them to the wall.
“Bend over,” he instructed, and I swear I grew wetter from his words. Trembling, I bent forward and felt his hand hot as it slid down my spine. Once he held my hips, I was panting for it. He stepped between my legs. I looked back over my shoulder, my teeth chattering with need. He pressed me down with one hand and I loved it, that tender but firm mastery of me, that control he had over the situation. His eyes met mine and he kissed my shoulder.
When he notched himself at my entrance, I felt his hips flex giving me the barest slide. He reached around me and cupped my pussy. I loved the raw possessiveness of the gesture and ground against his hand greedily. He held my hip and worked me back against him inch by inch, feeding his thick cock into me with painstaking slowness. My jaw dropped as he bottomed out and I felt the brush of his sac against my sensitive folds. I went almost limp with the bliss of being filled so utterly, of having his big hand cupping me and working my sensitive nub.
The electric shock of it ran through me and I knew I was building up to an incredible climax. He rocked against me, stayed buried inside my channel, making me breathless, overwhelmed. I wasn’t sure how to move to even work up a rhythm, and I needed more but I wasn’t sure how to get it. I felt my nipples tighten painfully and I writhed a little, wanting relief but feeling helpless, bent over, and impaled by him, and the restraint that let him hold that stiff and throbbing member completely still inside me was like a bowstring drawn taut, waiting to be plucked.
I heard a noise. My heart pounded and when I stole a look at him over my shoulder, I caught sight of Noah in the doorway.
“I see you started without us,” he said coolly and took off his jacket. He removed cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves with slow, deliberate motions.
Noah’s eyes never left me, the way I was bent over, hands scrabbling on the tabletop in artless urgency.
Noah pulled up a chair in front of me and sat. With Leo’s help, his cock still buried in me, I bent forward into Noah’s arms. He laid my arms over his shoulders and his lips met mine. “I’ve got you, baby. I know you need relief,” he said, and while he kissed me, one hand went to my bare breast that hung right by his face. He fondled my nipple as I shook and groaned with pleasure. He sucked the tender bud, then rubbed it, alternating between the heat of his mouth and the cool air. Then he surprised me again, dropping to his knees and wrapped his hands around my sides. With an indulgent kiss to my belly, he met my eyes and then kissed me right where his brother had spread me with his fingers. It was Leo’s cock, Noah’s tongue and I trembled, jerked, held onto the shelf behind Noah’s chair, afraid I’d crumple as he ate me out. Leo stirred his cock inside my core as I clenched around him at his brother’s ministrations. I didn’t know If my legs would hold me as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me and Leo unleashed deep into my womb.
“Move aside, boys,” Ethan’s voice came. I turned my head toward the sound and saw him loosen his tie. “You had your turn. Can’t you see she can barely stand?” He wasn’t wrong. Ethan gathered me into his lap and reached between us, unzipped his fly. As his mouth claimed mine, his thick shaft sprang free between us, and I wanted it. I should have felt like a slut who wanted three brothers at once. But instead, it felt like a treat, a back-room indulgence.
I slid down the wall and sat on the floor of the shower, weak from coming again and again from the fantasy. I wanted all three of them. Not just as a naughty fantasy. In my life and maybe in my bed.
6
NOAH
“That was a splendid presentation, my boy. Very thorough,” Ron Porter said to me, clapping me on the back.
“Thank you, sir. It’s been an interest of mine for a long time. I’m thrilled to bring it to the board for consideration.”
