Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“She didn’t seem that into dividing us earlier. I think she liked it. I think she likes us.”
“I think she just got carried away,” I answer, shaking my head. “It was the heat of the moment.”
Trigger barks, laughing. When I shoot him a dirty look, he cringes in apology.
“What? How do you think she got carried away? Are you sure you didn’t get carried away?” he challenges me.
“Yeah, Pete,” Stephan joins in. “I think you started it, right? I mean… We were just following orders. You sound so doubtful now, but earlier today… different story.”
“Come on, you guys,” I sigh. “Be serious. This is a one-in-a-million thing. I mean, go ahead and love it. File it away in your spank bank for later. But this kind of thing doesn’t happen every day, okay? Get your head out of your ass.”
“I’d like to get my head into her ass,” Stephan jokes, nudging Trigger with his elbow until Trigger shakes his head and laughs begrudgingly.
“I’m serious. You guys need to let it go,” I warn them.
They both seem to give it thought for a minute. They stare into their bowls of chili as they chew, scowling.
“What if I don’t want to do that?” Trigger asks finally.
“It just doesn’t happen every day,” I answer softly.
I don’t want to crush the poor guy. But he has to deal with reality.
“I would take that bet,” Stephan says simply, shrugging.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
He finishes his mouthful of food and stares at me directly, his bright blue eyes challenging.
“You think it doesn’t happen every day… I think maybe it could. Why don’t we let the lady decide?”
“Stephan…”
“Yeah, let’s ask her!” Trigger adds excitedly. “It should be up to her, right?”
“Yeah, she can decide, but I think you can let her pick between one of you, okay? I will just bow out,” I offer, rather nobly I think. She was beautiful, after all. With kind of a fragile quality that didn’t seem, well, weak. It just sorta drew you in.
“Nope, not good enough,” Stephan announces. “The right woman will bring us together, right? All three of us, or nothing. Just like this morning.”
“Sounds good to me!” Trigger grins and wheels his head to me, nodding.
“No woman really wants that,” I caution him, trying to be the voice of reason. “Not for the long term, anyway. It’s just… It’s crazy. She will never agree to it. I’m telling you.”
Stephan raises his eyebrows, smug and confident. “So you are on board?”
Staring at both of them, I don’t know what to say. I think they are in for a world of disappointment, and a little bit of humiliation. Kids. They just don’t know what’s good for them.
“All right, fine, smart ass,” I begrudgingly agree. “Finish your lunch and clean yourselves. We will go back over there and see how the lady feels.”
“We can bring her a fire extinguisher!” Trigger suggests helpfully, then digs back into his lunch.
I appreciate his enthusiasm, but I know he will ultimately be disappointed. Yet I can’t deny a strange sensation bubbling deep within my chest. I’m excited at the prospect of seeing her again. I know that’s exactly what we need, but could she really be the one to give it to us?
Chapter 8
STEPHAN
I could tell the moment I saw her. It was just a flash, dashing past her toward the sound of the shrieking smoke alarm and the cloudy haze of the kitchen. Her hair was damp and fluffy around her surprised face. She had a thin, summery robe wrapped around her, wet and clinging to every curve of her luscious body.
Her mouth was frozen in a O-shape of surprise, and I immediately thought “blowjob mouth.” Red cheeks. Big, innocent eyes. Huge tits, and a little belly that I’d like to stroke.
I barely made it to the kitchen. Good thing it wasn’t a real fire.
Then Pete took charge, making sure everything was okay. But he saw it too. She is just… I don’t know. Perfect. Perfect for us.
When Trigger got in there, blocking her off from that jackass of a landlord, it was the last piece of the puzzle. All three of us were instantly, magnetically attracted to this woman.
With my dick in her soft little hand, I felt like I was going to explode at the very first touch. It was all I could do to focus long enough to wait for Trigger and Pete to get ready. But I saw I was completely right: those lips stretched around Pete’s purple old-man dick were just fucking gorgeous. I didn’t even mind that it wasn’t my dick. It was like watching porn and getting a hand job at the same time.
Every guy’s dream come true, right?
Pete doesn’t want to admit it, but there’s a reason the three of us are together. It is a teamwork situation, yes, but it is almost a brother situation. I could have quit a long time ago, or asked for a transfer to another station. Something keeps me here.