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  But she isn’t coming yet. We’re all gonna hit it together. Noah must be thinking the same thing because he backs off and I hear her give a little mewl of protest. Jesus, everything this woman does turns me on. I’m mostly carrying her to the couch and I lay down, her spread on top of me as I kiss her again. Usually, I’ve got a plan on how this is all going to work but not today. I’m not thinking beyond the feel of her gorgeous body, which I’ve hardly gotten to check out or the sweet taste of her lips when she starts sliding down, kissing my neck, chest and abdomen. She shimmies herself over the arm of the couch as she licks at the V that leads to my cock. First of all, the most perfect ass in the entire fucking world is perched on the arm of my couch I can see her tiny waist, the flare of her hips, the swell of that butt and for a split second, I am jealous as I watch Noah come around behind her to run his hands along its curve.

  But then her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock and I fucking leak pre-cum in her mouth, which I haven’t done since I was like sixteen. My hands sink into her hair and my head falls back as I moan. I hope everyone else is on the same page as me because this shit isn’t going to last long.

  “So gorgeous,” I hear Noah murmur and I manage to open my eyes just enough to see him stroking the head of his cock along her slit. She pulls off my cock and looks back at him.

  “Go slow with that monster. It’s been a while.” Then I am back in her mouth. I can barely wonder just how long it’s been or how much experience she’s had when I hear her cry just a little.

  “Baby girl, you all right?” Noah asks, his voice full of concern.

  I open my eyes again to see he’s balls deep, his face looking tortured with the ecstasy.

  “Yes,” she’s stopped sucking my dick again, and it’s a good thing because I am losing it. “Just stay like that for a minute, rub my--” but then she breaks off with a moan and I know Noah has found her sweet spot.

  She takes me all the way in to her mouth and I’m a big dude and I’m not talking about my height. I’m fucking shaking, it feels so good.

  I look at her then. Big eyes, pouty lips wrapped around me like I belong there. She looks up at me too and that’s when I notice she’s shaking. For a split second I’m worried but then I feel her entire body shudder as she moans around my cock and I know she’s coming. Noah lets out a loud groan like I have never heard before and I thank the stars as I let go my load in her mouth.

  For a moment, I am blind, my body only capable of cumming. Then the world comes back into hazy focus and I am pulling her up my body as Noah lifts her hips to get her over the arm of the couch. I settle her against my chest and Noah flops down on the floor, resting his head on her ass.

  Holy fuck. I am never letting this woman go.

  “We have got to do that again,” she murmurs sleepily.

  “You bet your ass we are,” Noah laughs his hand coming up to stroke those supple cheeks again.

  I chuckle too but her breathing is already slowing. “Hey man, would you get a blanket?”

  Noah nods and as he covers her she sighs contentedly and then completely relaxes against me. Holding this woman while she sleeps. I’m down with that.

  Chloe

  I wake slowly, warm and so comfortable. I haven’t slept like that in…but then I jerk awake. Because my bed moved. And all the memories of what I’d done this evening come flooding back. I’m still on Liam’s rock hard chest, which you would think would make it uncomfortable but the exact opposite is true.

  I half sit up, embarrassment making me forget that I am still buck naked. My eyes meet Liam’s, his soft and tender as his hand reaches out to cup my cheek. “You’re awake.”

  “Yeah,” I croak. God, do I have morning breath? I can’t even test it because Noah is grabbing me under the arms and hauling me up and against him as he wraps the blanket more securely around me.

  My look must be slightly panicked because he gives me an apologetic smile. “I’ve been waiting for post sex snuggles for like an hour.”

  I blink, my sleep fogged brain trying to focus. We hooked up, it was a threesome for fucks sake. Was there snuggling in that scenario?

  I look back at Liam, who is still laying on the couch, naked, tattooed and hot as shit as he tucks his hands behind his head. His eyes are still soft as gives me grin. “You hardly ate any dinner. Want some pizza?”

  As if on cue, my stomach growls. He laughs and gets up, still naked and walks to the counter to grab his phone. He doesn’t bother with pants and boy do I appreciate the view. But then Noah grabs my attention. He combs back my hair with his large hands. “Not too sore are you?”

  I shake my head. “I’m fine, thanks.” It feels weird and good all at the same time. They seem super concerned with me. Which I really appreciate since I basically offered to pay for car repairs with sex.

  Noah hesitates. “Chloe, you weren’t a virgin were you?”

  I blink at him a couple of times then I remember that it did hurt at first and I kind of cried out. Shit. I give a little laugh. “I don’t think virgins bend over the arm of a couch to get fucked from behind.”

  I hear Liam cracking up and I smile too. But Noah still looks concerned.

  I give him a more honest answer. “I haven’t been with very many guys, only two before you guys, and it’s been a really long time.” I see him wince so I reach my hand up to touch his cheek. “But it only hurt a little and it’s totally fine now.”

  “You were so tight,” he murmurs and it’s my turn to wince.

  “Yeah, sorry about that. You’re not the first guy to complain that--”

  “Wait.” Noah’s holds me back from him a little. “Some guy has complained?” Then he pulls me in for a fierce quick kiss. “That guy is a douche.” Another kiss. “I think it might be the best pussy I’ve ever felt. Ever.”

  Oh. Now I am getting it: all the snuggles and the white glove treatment. The sex was really good. “I thought it was incredible too.” I’m blushing now. I can’t help it and he wraps me up in a hug. I know it wasn’t me. No boyfriend has ever thought I was the best pussy ever, though the first guy and I were both the big V and my second boyfriend, Derek, well, things were always complicated with him. He never seemed satisfied with anything I did. It made it hard to enjoy much in our relationship but sex in particular.

  Liam comes back over and his hand is in my hair again. Noah’s got a thing for my ass. But Liam, he is infatuated with my hair. Which is also a little strange for a hookup but maybe this is how it goes?

  “Just so you know,” Liam winks at me. “We are doing this again tomorrow night.

  My eyebrows go up. “We have to wait until tomorrow night?”

  They both chuckle and Noah leans in to nuzzle my ear. “The inn is locked at midnight. We’ll get you back before then so tongues don’t start wagging.”

  “More than they will already,” Liam adds.

  “What time is it?” I ask, my nap making me feel wide awake.

  “Ten,” Noah replies, his nuzzling turning into suckles.

  “Hmm,” I slide my head back which Liam cradles in one of his massive hands. “Two hours. What shall we do?”

  Liam laughs as he kisses me long and hard, Noah sliding down to take one of my tits in his mouth. He gives it a good suckle and it feels so good. It’s been way too long since a man has done that and I twine my hands into his hair, pushing him closer.

  Liam drops to his knees and I untangle one hand from Noah’s hair to grab Liam’s head as he takes the other tit in his mouth so they are both being worked. No wonder I was fantasizing about two guys. This is amazing.

  “Bedroom,” Noah gasps between licks. “Leave the money on the porch.”

  Crap, I’d nearly forgotten about the pizza. But as Liam takes care of the money, Noah carries me into one of the doors located off the living room. It’s a big enough space to hold a large king bed and I find myself on top of Noah on the bed.

  We’re making out and I could be lost to the world but as Noah’
s hands knead my tits, another sets start sliding over my ass. Liam dives into my pussy like a starving man and I jerk and buck against him, his mouth feels so good. He slides a finger inside me even as his tongue flicks my clit and I’m going to cum again before we’ve barely even started.

  But he stops, leaving me on the threshold and I can’t help it, I let out a dissatisfied cry of protest. They both laugh and Noah rolls me off of him as Liam climbs, well more stalks up my body the head of his fat cock pushing against my opening. “I can’t wait to be in you, baby.” Then he slowly pushes inside me till he’s so deep I am completely full and he’s pressing against my clit.

  But he isn’t done. Suddenly he rolls us both over and I am on top, the pressure on my clit even better as his cock strokes every nerve inside of me. Noah comes up on his knees, next to my face and I take his cock in my mouth, as deep as I can get it.

  You would think after just having come, I’d be able to hold out but I am vibrating on Liam like a machine, my body trembling as another orgasm builds inside of me.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” Liam grunts, his hands full of my ass as he presses me closer to him. The pressure on my clit, its more than I can take and I start coming. I wanted to last longer, but he feels so good and I practically swallow Noah’s dick and clamp down on Liam’s.

  That sets them both off and once again I am being filled with their cum. God, it feels so good. I am fucking these two every chance I get till I leave town.

  Chapter Five

  Noah

  I walk back across the street, just having tucked Chloe in bed. Luckily Margie is still tending bar so I didn’t have to be on the receiving end of her accusing glare. Not that I care, but it still makes it easier.

  Chloe is so fucking perfect it makes me ache for more of her. Truthfully, I wanted her in my bed, tucked up against me but I also want her to move to this town full time so it’s important to protect her reputation. You know, as much as I can since she’s dating two guys.

  I don’t know what she thinks is happening here, but we are not just fucking for a few days. Tomorrow, we’re going to have to chat. No woman has ever been so perfect for us and I know Liam thinks so too. I’ve never seen him fall so fast. Usually, he’s the hold out.

  I take the steps three at a time and enter the apartment. Liam only has his jeans on and he might look casual sitting on the couch with his legs stretched out in front of him but I can feel the tension. “She should be here with us.”

  “I know, man.” I plop down on the other end of the sofa.

  “She would have stayed.” He gives me his defiant look which would scare the shit out of another man. But I know him too well and nobody scares me.

  “Yeah, and then Margie would have given her attitude and then she’d have one more reason to skip out of town.”

  “One more?” He grimaces like he knows I’m right.

  “Yeah, man. The first is that dating two guys seems like a lot of fucking work.”

  He rubs the heels of his hands in his eye sockets. “How are we going to convince her that it isn’t too much work? Because that girl cannot leave. She belongs here.”

  “We take care of her,” I say. “Maybe get her a job? She needs one. Slip it in natural. She’d be close to her sister. They seem pretty tight.”

  He nods. “Get her car fixed up.”

  “Tell her we think she’s--”

  “Spectacular.” He finishes my sentence.

  I laugh. “Look who’s using fancy words.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” He punches my arm. “That girl slays me. And whatever I thought tonight was going to be. It was better.”

  “Way better,” I reply.

  We head to bed after that but I don’t sleep much. I am working it through in my head how we’re going to convince her to make Bethel, New York her home.

  The next morning I am up with the sun and not at all surprised to find Liam already in the kitchen with a pot of coffee going. We try to be respectful of our neighbors so we won’t start hammering away but we can disassemble and start identifying parts we’ll need from the other car.

  We don’t talk much as we start working and we’re making good progress but I have to be honest, I’ve got one eye on the door to the inn. And while I see a lot of people coming in and out—they serve a mean breakfast—I don’t see Chloe.

  Liam’s phone rings about eleven. Normally he doesn’t pick it up while he’s working but I see him look at the screen and then answer the call. “Hello, this is Liam.”

  There’s a short pause when I hear him answer. “She isn’t here, she’s across the street at the inn.” Another pause. “I haven’t seen her yet this morning. I don’t know if she’s up.” Silence. “I know her phone isn’t working. She had AT&T. It’s why I had her call on my phone.”

  There is a longer pause then before I hear Liam say. “No, I’m not a serial killer for fuck’s sake. You should stop watching crime shows.”

  “Liam.” My voice is sharp. “Tell her we’ll go get Chloe and she’ll call right back.”

  He hangs up the phone and I move to the tiny bathroom in the garage to wash my hands before I go across the street. Liam is like my brother so I’ve already forgiven him but damn that guy speaks before he thinks.

  We walk through the door of the inn and Margie is sitting at the desk, looking pleased as punch.

  “Where’s Chloe?” I ask. I’ve had this nagging fear all morning that she’s skipped town or something. Which is crazy. We’ve got her car. But not seeing her has made me wiggy and then the call from her sister. It’s got me on edge.

  Margie jerks her head towards the kitchen. “She’s back there.”

  “What?” Liam asks before I can.

  Margie gives him a glowing smile. “Dish washer called out. She’s filling in for her room and board. Really helped me out of a tight spot with the late hours I put in last night.”

  “We were going to fix your boiler for her room and board,” Liam says and it’s approaching a growl. I give him the eye. He can’t get all pissy with our neighbor.

  Margie’s smile is gone. She gives Liam the eye. She’s got a good hairy-eye stare. “I know you’re trying to catch her in your little trap. But nothing wrong with a woman being independent.”

  I step between them then, I’ve got a cooler head than Liam. “Margie, nobody is trapping anybody. We’re just trying to help her, that’s all.”

  Margie is giving me the eye now, and it’s almost comical because Margie can’t be much over five feet tall. And what the hell? When did the world get so weird about two guys attempting to help a girl in distress? But then I hear the kitchen door swing open. “He’s right, Margie.”

  Chloe. Her voice washes over me and I instantly relax. Liam exhales behind me and I know he was twitchy for the same reason I was. We missed her.

  She’s got on an apron and yellow latex dish scrubbing gloves, her hair tossed up in a messy ponytail. She looks adorable.

  I want to cross over and kiss her but Margie would have a fit. And, like I said before, we’ll try to ease into this with our fellow town members. “How’d you sleep?” I ask her.

  “Great,” she chirps a big smile on her face. “How’s the car? Will it make it?”

  Liam chuckles behind me. “Surgery is still in progress but the prognosis is good.”

  Chloe yesterday tugged at my manly need to protect. Today, with her big smile and her joking tone she warms me from the inside out. I see it with Liam too.

  She gives us a glowing grin at the news.

  Liam steps forward. “Your sister called and seemed really pissed she couldn’t talk to you.”

  “I think she thinks we’re serial killers or something.” I grimace, worried that we’ve started on the wrong foot with her family.

  A laugh purrs from her chest. “Don’t worry about Chelsea. She has toddlers and she worries about everything.”

  I can see that. She holds out her hand and Liam gives her his phone. She quick dials up the numb
er and heads into the sitting room in the back of the inn. “Hey,” I hear her say. “It’s me.”

  There is a pause and, even from a room away I can hear that Chloe’s silence is loaded. “I am fine. I’m doing dishes for the innkeeper to pay for my board and they are fixing my car.” Another pause. “No, Chels, I’ll only be a few days late and no, I don’t need to be rescued.” The tension in Chloe’s voice is mounting. “I don’t need you to come get me, especially not with the kids. I’ve got this.” There is a very brief break before Chloe practically yells. “Do not call him. Not ever.” I hear her drag in a breath. “I. Do. Not. Need. Help. I am just fine and managing this.”

  Who the fuck are they talking about? I make a note to add it to the list of things we need to discuss with our girl.

  The conversation wraps but when Chloe comes back out, the smile is gone, replaced with the worried look I’d seen yesterday. Chloe looks beautiful like this, she does. But she deserves to smile and I hate seeing that taken away from her.

  She hands Liam his phone and I see his fingers brush the inside of her wrist. “Can you take five minutes to talk?” he asks quietly.

  Chloe looks hesitant but Margie calls from behind the desk. “Go for it, cutie.”

  With a nod, Chloe starts up the stairs to her room. We both follow.

  Chapter Six

  Chloe

  I love my sister but Jesus Christ.

  This morning was the happiest I’ve been in months. Maybe years. I was useful. My problems were actually under control instead of feeling like I was on the edge of disaster. Liam and Noah had made me feel hot and sexy and worshipped.

  Unlike my ex, Derek, who had mostly filled me with pangs of inadequacy. I was never good enough, and he was constantly pointing out the ways I needed to improve in order to be worthy of him. I am pretty sure he was cheating on me too, though I couldn’t prove it which kept me from acting on my suspicions. My friends, before he made me ditch them, had said as much. But for a while, I’d thought he would lift me out of the endless cycle I seemed stuck in. Now I was trying to lift myself out. Get a degree, a good paying job. Make a life for myself.