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“You’re soft…” Evan whispered, reaching back to squeeze me possessively from behind. “But you’re hard on the inside. That makes you one ofus, Quinn. And none of us will ever let you shy away from doing anything that you want.”
His hand felt tremendous and incredible, clamping over both cheeks of my ass. Evan pulled me against him, leaned down, and kissed me so hard it took my breath away. By the time he stepped back I was dizzy. Woozy. Shaking all over.
And very, very wet.
“Now finish getting dressed,” he ordered, stepping back into the hallway. “I’ll be down in the truck.”
Thirty-One
QUINN
They say time flies, but the next two weeks felt like an absolute eternity. They were filled with work, and the constant threat of last-minute hazing by Trey. I finished out my cooking class schedule, and resigned from my job at the grocer’s as diplomatically as possible.
The remainder of my days were occupied with setting up the truck, ordering product, and perfecting my menu. The guys were unexpectedly invaluable when it came to these tasks. Joshua and Evan knew all kinds of people, setting me up with graphic artists, a marketing expert, and a signage guy who would wrap the truck with whatever graphics I wanted. Cole sat down and built my website from scratch. It didn’t surprise me that he knew how to code. Nothing any of these men could do would surprise me at this point.
Except of course, when it came to the bedroom.
As exhausting as my days were, my nights were even more so. And that’s because they were filled with relentless, nearly insane amounts of dripping hot sex.
There was no way I could complain, either. What woman didn’t dream of having more than one gorgeous boyfriend at once? And here I had three… all willing to share me. They did it without question, without hesitation. They did it without jealousy, too… taking me one-on-one, or two-on-one, or all three of them at the same time.
Every ripped, gorgeous body that pushed its way between my thighs seemed hotter than the last, screwing me into oblivion, satisfying me in ways that made my toes curl so hard they actually hurt the next day. They were always ready, and always so fucking insatiable. But on the off-chance I did satisfy one to completion? He’d empty himself inside me, roll over, and another lover would greedily take his place.
It got to the point where they started trading me off between bedrooms each night, sending me back and forth across the hall, and from bed to bed. Cole might pierce me to the core, exploding inside me before sending me to Evan’s room because he ‘called next.’ I might fall asleep after getting good and railed by that yummy, tattooed body, and wake up to Joshua gently lifting me in his two strong arms… only to carry me back tohisbedroom and plunder me until I was moaning happily through another climax.
I woke up in a different bed each morning, and none of them were my own. Still, I was addicted to these men. Drunk on the exquisite high of trading sleep for sex, because even the one-on-one sex was better thananythingI’d ever experienced before.
Somewhere during the second week they called a one night moratorium on me. I needed rest. The baby needed rest. Whatever their reasons, they were willing to keep their hands off my body for twenty-four hours, giving me time to catch up.
I didn’t last more than six.
In the dead of night I woke up, missing the warmth and security of a hard body pressing against mine. I crawled naked into Evan’s bed first, covering his mouth with my hand so he couldn’t protest. Getting him hard with my mouth took all of ten seconds. Riding him to completion didn’t take long either. I did the same to Cole, kissing him awake and then pulling him on top of me. We fucked slowly and sensuously, my whimpers swallowed up by his hot mouth. He came so hard between my outstretched legs I actually felt my hips crack, then limped across the hallway to visit Joshua.
It turned out he couldn’t sleep either, and he welcomed me with open arms into his warm bed. Kissing my neck, Joshua parted me easily, my pussy already so wet and swollen, so gloriously full of his two best friends’ hot seed. Neither of us lasted very long. We came together, shuddering with ecstasy, clutching each other in the darkness. Screwing our bodies so tightly against one another that we stayed tangled like that, long after we felt the pulses and contractions of our mutual climax, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.
The boys were adorable with the baby, too. More often than not they’d stop to kiss my belly, even halting me in the middle of the day — wherever I happened to be — only to lift my shirt halfway and plant their stubbled or bearded lips on the smooth curve of my lower abdomen.
There was a bump there, now. Nothing too significant, but enough to show the life that was growing inside me. I could feel small changes in my body, too. My nipples were bigger and more sensitive than ever, and my appetite had grown as well. And luckily enough, or maybebecauseI was having so much incredible sex, my libido was absolutely ridiculous. I wasconstantlyhorny. Always willing to take one or more of my lovers to bed. And sometimes not even in a bed, either.
Finally it happened; I’d worked my last dinner service, taught my last class. My mobile dream kitchen was all stocked and ready, parked and connected to berth number three in the food truck picnic lot. All that was left was for me to show up tomorrow and absolutely ‘kill it’ with the opening-day crowds, as the guys so succinctly put it.
And I would. Thanks to them.
Thirty-Two
QUINN
“We’re running low on… this stuff.”
Evan held up the four-inch deep metal tray I’d prepared just a few hours ago and shook it. I couldn’t believe it was already empty.
“Cross BBQ shrimp sliders off the menu then,” I told him. “And do it fast.”
He whistled loudly, and somewhere outside the truck I heard Joshua’s affirmation. A few disappointed groans went up from the crowd. Mentally I marked the dish as something I definitely needed to make again.
“The soda fountain isn’t working right either,” said Evan. “Or at least the Pepsi isn’t. It’s not—”
“The machine’s working fine. Check the coupling on the syrup cylinder. Either it’s loose or it probably came off.”
