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I knew my momma was up to something, and I guess that something was sending these three to me. I can’t help but wonder if she knows what that means. Or if what I’m thinking would disappoint her in any way. My poppa too.
This is wrong. God help me. I know wanting three men is wrong in so many ways. Inappropriate and socially unacceptable. I couldn’t help it back then, and I sure the hell haven’t learned how to in the time since.
“Linc,” I whisper, forcing the heat from my body into the soles of my feet.
His hand slides up to slip under my tank and rest flat against my stomach, holding me again like I’m his. He leans in and inhales the scent of my shampoo.
“Strawberries and vanilla. Just like I remember.”
His dark eyes plead with me as he waves the jam-covered breakfast under my nose, and I know it won’t take much more to make me cave. It’s not the food I want, but the man.
I feel the other men’s eyes on me, and I turn away from Linc to look out from the porch. Grant, ax in hand, has a look of hope and Cain, damn it, he does too.
I raise my eyes to Linc’s, searching for some kind of sign he wouldn’t push me away. After all this time of wishing for exactly what he’s doing, my heart says to trust my gut, but my head wonders what he is playing at. There has to be some game here.
The sweet scent of peaches has my mouth watering and I can’t hold on anymore. I balance the mug of coffee on the porch railing and take the bagel, sinking my teeth in with a loud groan. “How did you remember?” I ask around a mouthful of Heaven.
He strokes the rough pad of his thumb over my lip, and I look on hungrily as he puts it between his lips, sucking off the peach jam.
Fuuuuck.That was hot.
“I remember every single detail about you,” he says with a small smile that does a fine job of softening me up. “You can ask me anything from the day I met you till now and I’d be able to recall. I even remember what you looked like in your bathing suit when you tried out for the high school swim team. The boys do too.” He nods to his friends.
He nuzzles my neck.
“Hmm…I looked cute,” I recall, taking another bite and doing a crappy job ignoring how good his lips on my skin feel.
“That red number didn’t quite fit, the way I remember, and that’s what we loved the most. Didn’t quite fit those beautiful tits and plump, juicy ass. You had every dick in school hard for six solid months including the dirty-ass teachers. They looked but we made sure none of them tried to touch.”
That was news to me. Hmm. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why Mr. Fox, my twelfth-grade biology professor kept dogging me all year.
I smirk, knowing what I’m about to say will hit a few buttons. “Did I? There was this one teacher I liked.” I let out a faux sigh. “But yeah, I never really noticed anyone else, besides him.” Emphasis onhim.
But I did.
Boy did I ever.
I remember watching Lincoln jack off in his room after spending an afternoon with us down by the lake. We’d played, enjoyed a great barbecue, and after the sunset he’d carried me back to my room when I fell asleep using his lap as my pillow.
He thought I was asleep, but when I heard heavy grunts coming from down the hall, I was curious.
He didn’t know I watched him fist his cock through the glass shower door and work his length until white-hot liquid spilled all over his fist. When my name fell from his lips I knew what I had to do.
Or at least I thought I did.
That night I nearly screamed my own release from the bathroom door, but I managed to run back to my room on shaky legs. I pleasured myself three times that night.
Linc mutters a curse under his breath, and I hide my smile behind another bite of bagel.
“And I remember more,” Linc whispers close to my ear.
I arch a brow and take another bite, knowing all my secrets. “That’s kinda scary.”
Linc’s chest rumbles with a masculine laugh. “Is it? You’ll have to try me out sometime. We can play a game of strip truth and dare. You never know what I might share.”
Hmmm, the younger me would jump all over that. Three turns and I could have him stripped naked. Grant and Cain too.
Speaking of, from the corner of my eye I see them finish their tasks and head for the hose coiled at the end of the porch. The front yard is weeded and ready for the grass to be cut, leaving only the lonely flowerbeds in need of loving.
