Is Three A Crowd? (26 page)

“Rub your clit and pinch your nipple. Let me watch you.” Her hands moved as he asked, and she closed her eyes, picturing how they looked. The image gave her pussy a tingle. “Nat, finger me, too.”

He used his right hand, pushing first one then a second finger in her pussy. She came immediately, her muscles milking him until he didn’t hold back. He emptied inside her and paused, his breath erratic. Gently, he pulled his fingers from her and took a step back. Maris lay on the desktop sated and sweaty, feeling fulfilled like never before. When his breathing normalized, he took a step back and tugged off the condom, tossing it in the wastebasket under the desk. He grasped her around the waist and lifted her to his chest, stepping back and dropping both their weights onto the chair.

“My goodness, Nat. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You were angry at me, weren’t you, just a little?” Her hand stroked his shoulder, but it was all the strength she could muster.

“Just exasperated at the situation.”

“Well, I’ll remember to exasperate you when I want to get fucked again.” She smiled and started to laugh.

“I think we can find other ways to tell me your moods.”

“I think I’ve never felt so free and relaxed.”

“I’m glad you’re home, Maris. Even if I have to share you, I’m very glad you’re here. I just want you to be happy. With the house, and with Blake and me.”

“You’re resigned to the three of us?” She leaned back to look him directly in the eyes.

“Yes. I never thought I’d agree, but whatever this is between us, it works. As the old saying goes, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, and our relationship is like that. It works, I won’t question it. I’ve waited too long. I just want to enjoy you now. Screw convention.”

“And screw me?” She grinned, and he shifted under her.

“Maris,” he started, but his cock was hard again, her squirming making it harder. It was easy to move her position and drop her pussy over it. She sat with her back to him, leaning forward to take him deeper.

“Maris, the top drawer, the condoms are in there.”

“It’s okay this one time, I’m due for my cycle and I wanted to feel your thick cock inside me, skin to skin.”
 

Nat wrapped his arms around her, his hands holding her breasts. He thrust upward and she used her fingers to rub her clit and their joining. Their pace was frantic and needy, neither bothering with words. His fingers closed harder over her breasts, and she rubbed harder and faster.

Maris came with her fingers locked around his cock, pulling him out of her body in time to watch him spurt several long strands of cum on her pussy and thighs. Finally, she relaxed back against his chest. His arms banded around her, holding her tight for a long, quiet time. She wouldn’t have known what to say, was thankful for the silence. Maris used her fingers to wipe his cum on her pussy, not resisting the urge to thrust her wet finger inside herself.

“Do that again, Maris. I can feel your butt cheeks clenching over me.” For a few minutes longer she fingered her pussy, letting her hand graze his testicles. When she had no energy left, she let her hand drop from inside her, snuggling back against Nat.

Her breasts were tender under the sweater when it was buttoned back in place. She tugged her skirt back into place and ran her hands through her hair to tame back the loose curls. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon.” She kissed his cheek and remembered to unlock the office door before trying to leave.

Maris knew she’d never forget the look of calm on his features. He sat in his chair, shirtless and sweaty, his hair mussed. His pants were around his ankles and his cock lay against his thigh, an invitation she didn’t resist. She sauntered back to him, kneeling before him to lick him clean.

“Keep doing that and you’ll have to deal with the result,” he teased her.

“Later, after supper.” She rose and kissed him one last time before finally leaving him to rest.

Chapter Twenty-One

Their evenings were quiet ones, spent before the fireplace in her house, sometimes with the radio on, others watching television. Each night ended with the three of them in her bed doing delicious things to each other. It all melded so easily, how they loved her and accepted their situation. She noted each man was careful not to consume her time in any act without offering to switch places. For Maris, she was learning what her body liked, what made her horny, and what made her come.

Maris had gone online the day before and ordered some new toys, ones she never would have considered just a month ago. Now she anticipated her package’s arrival with abundant fantasies. She liked the anonymity of purchasing without having to deal with a sales person, knowing they knew what you would do with the items.

This morning she’d woken with her cycle and was relieved on several fronts. First, she wanted a break from her men and sex. She needed to decompress in a strange way from their fucking and sucking marathons each night and a few mornings. Granted, she had initiated most of the encounters, but she wanted time to evaluate her new personality and her men’s. A few days without sex would give her perspective. Now that she had her timing, she would start the birth control pills she’d acquired just yesterday at her doctor’s appointment. While she still didn’t look forward to the process, she understood to stay healthy and not get pregnant, this was her best choice. She’d still continue to use condoms with her men, but she liked the idea of the added control.

She hadn’t been prepared for her men’s reaction when she came home. She’d told them she was going to the doctor for the pills and refused their accompaniment. Just the act of driving herself into town made her feel competent. Afterward, she’d gone into a salon on a lark and let them restyle her hair. Her curls now fell in short ringlets around her face, light and airy instead of thick and heavy, hiding her face from view. With new shades of makeup, she was pleased with her new appearance. While she hadn’t gone crazy, just the change made life interesting.

When Maris joined the men for supper last night, she saw they were both taken aback. Each one stared at her as if she’d been a different person. She’d laughed it off and said they’d get used to her haircut, but she knew there was more behind it. Just asserting herself was liberating. There was no sex for the next week, but she marveled at how they managed to chill out together in the evenings. With sex out of the equation, they fell into an easy companionship. Maris was thankful for the diversion, to see they could just relax around one another.

Their down week seemed like four weeks in her mind, anxious to get her men back to bed, or at least some flat surface where they’d fuck and suck. Maris finally understood her previous life. She was a woman who enjoyed men and sex and wasn’t ashamed of it. She’d enjoyed being a woman, and she knew she enjoyed the company of these men. She’d thought about new ways to enjoy her men during her down time, each one more enticing than the last. Maris couldn’t wait to try out her new ideas. She wasn’t sure if they were actually new or just recovered from her memory, but she didn’t care.

* * * *

When her cycle ended, they made love on the floor before the fire in the solar, each man tousling her short curls as she knelt before them, taking their cocks down her throat. She didn’t remember if she’d been this cock crazy before, but it was becoming a habit she didn’t want to give up. Maris decided she liked the control of the act, liked stalling her men’s climax or forcing them over the edge with her mouth and hands.

It became habit for her to grab a radio each afternoon and wander the grounds with Shin, not caring if the drizzle of rain made her damp. They’d had one evening of snow flurries, and she couldn’t wait for the snow to come. Maris anticipated how the whole Chateau would look covered in a glossy halo. It gave Nathan time in his office and Blake time to paint.

It gave her time to think through all the memories that stumbled into her conscious mind. There had been too many to reconcile, so she tried to take each one at face value for now. But that was getting harder, for the times she remembered with her mother and family before the accident weren’t pleasant. Now she knew why everyone was always so uptight, but it didn’t change the day-to-day angst in their household. Images of somber holidays lingered, with outbursts of anger at the dinner table, and always someone stomping from the room. When she stopped to think, she couldn’t remember any meals that were pleasant, especially on holidays.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Maris realized how far she’d walked and whistled for Shin. She whistled and clapped her hands, but the dog didn’t come. “All right, you know your way home,” she said, hoping the dog would hear her. “And you know where your meals come from.” She had an uneasy feeling as she headed back, taking the paths faster with each step. When she reached the clearing near the Chateau, she paused to catch her breath. Behind her, she could have sworn she heard someone. Hitting the radio, she asked both her men where they were. Nathan was in the office and heard the angst in her tone, offering to come help her look for Shin. Blake said he’d close up the studio but she told him to stay.

“If you’re out there, Robin, I won’t let you hurt me again.” She hollered the words several times to whoever might be behind her. That was when reality struck. Robin might not try to hurt her this time. She might go after her men. The concept angered Maris and made her queasy. The last thing she wanted was for either man to be further affected by Robin’s actions. Tears welled in her eyes at the mere thought of losing one of them or something hurting them. She let the tears flow, but resolved to find Robin and put her away where she couldn’t hurt them again.

* * * *

Aminta met her at the back door of the Chateau with a fluffy towel to dry her sodden locks. He’d helped her off with her raincoat and waited until she looked at him.

“Would tea help?” His smile made her relax, and she followed him into the kitchen. Cook smiled at her and put the kettle on, fussing around until it boiled and the tea tray was set. Then she excused herself, and Maris and Aminta were alone around the old wooden kitchen table.

“I’m remembering things I shouldn’t be proud of, Aminta. I’m sorry if my antics put you in an awkward position.”

“Not a problem, Miss. I knew from the first time you set foot on the land you understood it had a spirit of life that needed rejuvenating.”

“God, I remember how overgrown the gardens were, weeds choking out any life that dared to peek its head.”

“That, too.”

He smiled, and she suddenly remembered them doing this often in the afternoons. “We’ve been here before. We used to have tea in the late afternoons.”

“Yes, we often did.”

“Tell me honestly, please. Didn’t you think badly of me when I brought Blake and Nathan here? I mean, it wasn’t my home. It must have been very awkward for you?”

“Not so much. I understood how much you loved the house and land. The previous owner used it as a possession, but he never enjoyed his time here. It was just something to brag about.”

“And bringing the men?”

“That was your personal life, not mine to comment on.”

“I still can’t believe I had an affair with both of them and had the guts to bring them here.”

He sat back in his seat and appraised her openly. “You were young and unattached. From my perspective, both men complemented you and each other. There was never a choice to be made in your mind, you always wanted both of them. Each had his strengths and weaknesses. Together they satisfied you quite nicely. It was good to hear laughter here, to see smiling faces. All your hard work certainly changed the old place. You breathed life back into an old stone structure that had been all but abandoned.”

“Well, I still apologize if my actions embarrassed you.” She reached for a cookie from the tray and broke it in two before dunking one-half in her tea. “You know I can’t choose between them now, don’t you?”

Aminta refilled their teacups and reached for one of the cookies. “I would think at this point, choosing one of the men over the other would make matters worse. Together, the three of you are a fully functioning unit, all complementing each other and filling the voids.”

“So it doesn’t bother you that we are unconventional?”

“It’s not my place to judge any of you. It’s my job to keep the household running smoothly so Nathan can keep the business running, Blake can paint, and you can find your path.”

“That’s part of my problem. I’m not sure what I would do here full time. I mean, the land and gardens are pretty much handled. Other than seasonal plantings, I’d have to find something to do with my time.”

“Maybe spending some time in the library would help. You always said that one day you’d dive into reorganizing the old space. That you’d turn it back into the reading room it was meant to be.”