Authors: Kris Cook

Three to Play (17 page)

But Clint hungered to taste Dustin’s warm liquid. So he increased his tempo up and down the meaty shaft, not stopping. Beth’s mouth moved faster and faster on Clint’s cock. Fervor whirled like a tornado as his own orgasm moved up his shaft.

He looked at Beth just as an orgasm took her. He loved hearing her moan with his cock in her mouth, watching her fingers rubbing her clit, feeling her face between his legs, slick with orgasmic sweat.

“O-Oh God.” Dustin screamed as he shot into the back of Clint’s throat.

Clint swallowed every drop. And then, his own delirium took him, as he shot his load down Beth’s throat.

And for the first time in his life, he experienced true ecstasy.

Chapter Thirteen

Beth stood in her kitchen without a single thread of clothing. She practiced modesty even when alone, but after her time with Dustin and Clint, she enjoyed freedom like never before. Putting on a robe to make coffee and toast seemed ridiculous. She liked the feel of the cool air on her skin.

Her body ached from all the lovemaking with Clint and Dustin over the past several hours. She shivered at all they did to and with each other. Their appetites for her weren’t lessened by their lust for each other. Instead, the more they explored each other, the more they wanted her.

She sent the bread into the chambers of the toaster. The smell of coffee in the maker wafted up to her nose. She looked over at the time on the stove. Six-thirty.

“Oh shit.” The guys were late for their shift. Even being the hot announcers at the station, she doubted even corporate would tolerate a no-show
.

She wouldn’t go back to the station. Call it stubbornness or pride, she didn’t care
.
After seeing Clint face his fear, how could she do less? She might land on her face, but she must at least try. Put an audition tape together and send it out. But how could she leave these two amazing men? They’d shown her more about herself then she ever dreamed possible.

She needed to leave. They had each other. Besides, she knew that they would leave her once the next big offer came. Better to get the jump on that.

Yes, it would crush her, but what else could she do? Get in deeper with Dustin and Clint? It was already more than she could handle. Another month or two with them and the heartbreak would split her into a million pieces. No way.

Last night must be their last time together.

She looked down at the tray with three cups of coffee, six slices of buttered toast, and some sliced fruit she’d prepared. If the guys were as hungry as she, this would not be enough fare, but it would be a start.

Beth walked in with the meal thinking she’d find the guys still asleep, but instead they were sitting up, and smiling at her. Their naked muscled chests looked wonderful. Sadly, her sheet covered their bottom halves.

“Hello, beautiful.” Clint winked. “That smells great.”

“I could eat a horse.” Dustin’s arms went straight up, and he let out a long yawn.

“It’s not much,” Beth apologized.

“It’ll be fine, darlin.”

“You know you guys are late for work.” She placed the tray on the end of the bed.

Dustin didn’t hesitate but took a piece of toast and devoured it in two bites. Clint took her hand and guided her back to the bed between him and Dustin.

Talking with a full mouth, Dustin said, “Like I said that first day we met, there are more important things than broadcasting.”

Her stomach announced her own hunger. Forgoing manners, she consumed a piece of toast almost as fast as Dustin had. In less than five minutes, the tray’s contents were consumed and they all sat drinking coffee.

An inconceivable sadness engulfed her. She couldn’t bear giving over more of her heart to them, and that meant never having them in her bed again.

Dustin turned to Clint. “Shall we tell her?”

“Tell me? What?”

“Dustin, you have no social skills do you?”

“You’re right about that.” Dustin put his arm around her back.

His forearm and bicep enveloped her. She loved it. She felt sexy.

She tensed. Were they hoping for more nights with her? Lots of wonderful amazing sex until they got their next offer and left her in the dust? That could not be. She needed to let them know right now. Her heart couldn’t bear anymore.

“Guys, there’s something we need to get straight.”

“Exactly.” Dustin grinned broadly. “That’s what Clint and I were just talking about.”

Beth sat up.

“Dustin, slow down.” Clint ordered. “Beth, we both want you.”

Her heart leapt in her chest. She wanted them. But a few days, months, even a year would lead to only heartache. When they tired of her, she’d be alone. It would be too much.

“Guys—”

Clint put his finger on her lips. “Don’t talk. Just listen.”

Dustin began rubbing her neck.

“Okay.”

“You are the most amazing woman that either of us has ever known. And we think that what we have together, the three of us, is also amazing.” Clint kissed her shoulder.

“It’s been great, guys.” Tears welled up in her eyes. How could she tell them that it was over? But for her own wellbeing, she must.

“Beth, Dustin and I want to marry you.”

“Yes, we do.”

Marry?
“What? B-But—”

“Just listen, honey.” Clint kissed her shoulder again. “I know that’s not possible legally, but we want you to be our wife.”

“Darlin, you should marry Clint for the license, though.”

“Why?” Beth tried to form a sentence, but couldn’t.

“There are lots of reasons you should marry at least one of us.” Dustin informed. “Benefits, taxes, housing.”

“That is no reason to marry.”

“That’s true. The only reason to marry someone is for love. And I love you, Beth.”

“You think you do, but this won’t work. It can’t.”

“Beth, what are you afraid of?” Clint kissed her shoulder again.

She swallowed. “Say I agree to this. What about you two? Clint, you love Dustin and he loves you. I know.”

The guys turned to each other and smiled.

“That’s the reason it won’t work.” Beth felt her eyes fill with tears.

“You don’t want us to love each other?” Clint took her chin and turned her face to him.

“Of course not. Your hearts are open to each other. That thrills me. But think. When you came out of the bathroom and found Dustin making love to me without you, how did that make you feel?”

“Beth, that won’t happen again.”

“That’s easy to say, but you can’t be sure.”

“And Dustin, did you know that Clint and I had sex?”

His face showed surprise. He didn’t know.

“We did. Great sex. Without you. How does that make you feel?”

He shrugged. “I’m okay with Clint touching you, with or without me.”

“Of course you are. Nothing fucking bothers you. But me, that would bother me. My ex cheated on me. I found him in bed with my best friend.”

“That’s not us.” Dustin shook his head.

“You can’t tell me that you two won’t have sex together without me. I couldn’t ask you not to. I know I should be more evolved, more modern, but I’m not. I don’t think I could handle it.”

Clint grabbed her hand. “Beth, you’re making excuses. I sense it.”

“Maybe, but it doesn’t change anything for us.”

“Since your divorce, have you had a relationship with anyone?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has everything to do with why you’re fighting something you know is rare. Love. You’re terrified we’ll break your heart. But you’ve already come too far not to be hurt.”

Could he be right?

“Trust me, Beth. I know how to break the wall you’ve built up over the years.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so much stronger than you think. It may be a cliché, but love
is
worth the risk.”

Dustin winked at her.

Clint stood up. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

He pulled her off the bed. Her body quivered, not sure what he had in mind, but still very excited at the possibilities.

Clint turned to Dustin. “Bring in the dining room chair with the arms.”

“What are you up to?” he asked.

“You’ll see.”

Dustin jumped from the bed and left the room.

Clint walked to the closet door. He opened it up and brought out three of her robes.

“These will work fine.”

“What do you mean?”

He pulled the ties free from their respective robes.

Oh God.

He grabbed something from the floor and placed it on her nightstand. It was his black bag. He must’ve left it the other night.

Dustin returned with the chair.

Clint pointed to the corner by the window three feet from the bed. “Set it there.”

Dustin did as instructed.

“Beth, get in the chair.”

Trembling, she obeyed. Clint tied her left wrist to the chair arm.

“What the fuck are you doing to her?”

“Something I’ve done for years. Remember the time when Max told you that I’d been seen at that BDSM club?”

“I do. You denied it.”

“I did. I lied.”

“Fuck, Clint. What’s wrong with you?”

“I never told you about it because I knew you’d react this way.”

“How else am I supposed to react? This is fucked up.”

“It isn’t. Before Beth, it was the only way that I could get off with a woman. I liked the control.”

“And you want to do that to Beth now?”

“I’ve come a long way with you and Beth helping me. Now, you need to open your mind up. So does she. She’s got a barrier that needs to come down. We can make it come down. Together.”

“I won’t stand for her to be tied up. It’s—”

“Beth, tell him.” Clint’s voice took on the commanding tone he’d used the other night.

Without a thought, she answered, “Tell him what, sir?”

“Do you want me to tie you up?”

“Yes, sir.”

Dustin’s eyes widened. Then she spotted something else in them. Lust.

“Would you like Dustin to tie up your legs?”

“Yes, sir.”

“This is nuts.” He sounded outraged and confused, but she detected something else, perhaps a hint of curiosity.

“Maybe, but if we can get past her fears, her life will be much better.”

“Alright. I’ll play along. For now.”

“Good. You won’t be disappointed.”