Authors: Elle Saint James
The two seemed as different as night and day, and more so than just in hair color. Dominick had dark brown hair and those vivid blue eyes she wanted to gaze into forever. His serious demeanor was entirely opposite of Tyler’s seeming happy-go-lucky approach to life. Tyler sported burnished blond hair with engaging hazel eyes. He was obviously very relaxed about their sexual antics with regard to the men’s club they belonged to, and his ready grin and forward talk made her smile in memory.
She defrosted, seasoned, and grilled the lone steak left in the freezer on the stove top grill. At the same time, she sautéed strips of green pepper in oil and thought about her life. Truth be told, cooking for someone else was fun. She never got to cook for more than just herself anymore. With her mother gone only last year, her father long ago, and no siblings, her life was currently pretty quiet. Cooking for one became depressing after the first couple months, and up to now, she didn’t usually go to the trouble. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were a staple in her lonely life.
By day, Stella worked full time as a file clerk, receptionist, and gofer to Claudia the Bitch, at the law offices of Baker, Fuller and Howe. At night, she took classes part-time at the local community college, at least as her finances would allow, anyway. Still unsure where she wanted to end up in life, she’d taken a variety of classes, from science to math to piano lessons, looking for a spark of interest for a future vocation.
Apparently, there was no call for reading fiction while curled up in a comfy chair, or watching television and movies as she sipped hot tea nestled beneath a warm blanket in bed. Cooking was a nice hobby that she loved to indulge in, but she didn’t want to ruin her passion by making it her primary job. Unless she absolutely had to.
After today’s fiasco of not making it to the tax assessor’s office, she wondered if she’d be looking for new employment along with another car come Monday morning. Perhaps brushing up on her short-order cooking skills here might be a benefit.
Her file clerk job was not her dream career, but it paid the bills. Beyond the slave tactics employed by Claudia the Bitch, who was unfortunately also her immediate supervisor, Stella liked her fellow employees and the place she worked.
A small bell chimed, telling her the oven was ready to toast her hoagie rolls. Her humdrum life could certainly wait to resume once the snow was gone and the roads were open again. For now, she only needed to deal with dinner and suppress the inappropriate desires she felt for the men in the other room.
The word
double penetration
skirted her memory. The two-word phrase was something her friend, Greta, had whispered to her regarding her experience with the DRMC. An experience Greta had told Stella she’d enjoyed very much and wanted to repeat. The explanation of double penetration still made Stella’s face go hot in memory.
She hunted around the large kitchen, opening cupboard after cupboard, and finally located a box grater so as to shred some potatoes. She split, buttered, and arranged the hoagie rolls on a cookie sheet before she slid them into the oven for toasting. Steak sandwiches and potato pancakes sounded pretty good. The aromas of dinner swirled around the air making her stomach growl.
But food isn’t the only thing I hunger for.
The idea of sex with near strangers, once a distant thread of desire, had throttled forward into the front of her mind. If she expressed a desire to learn, would they truly introduce her to the term double penetration the very first time they had sex? Was she actually contemplating inviting them both to her bed? She put her hands to her heated face and mentally shook herself.
Stop it
. Nothing would happen tonight. But she left the possibility open for further discussion if she ended up staying for another night.
Once everything was almost ready, she started a pot of coffee for after dinner and looked around for something to decorate the plain dessert.
She found some chocolate bars in the pantry and broke them up into a bowl to be melted it in the microwave, along with a handful of chopped pecans from the cupboard. She drizzled the melted chocolate and a handful of chopped nuts on a half of the store-bought pan of plain brownies to jazz them up a bit.
Before she could call them to eat, they drifted into the kitchen on their own.
“The siren call of food beckons,” Dominick said. “What’s for dinner?”
He and Tyler, eyes wide as if surprised she could actually cook, gathered around the island where she’d placed the food.
“Nothing fancy, just steak sandwiches and potato pancakes.” She set the plate of brownies on the island and gestured for them to sit down. “And a simple dessert.”
“Looks good to me.” Tyler seated himself on one of the stools at the end of the island. Dominick sat across from him. “I can’t believe you found enough to make such a feast.”
“Please. It really isn’t a feast.” She walked around and sat between them.
Tyler had already started eating his sandwich. The moaning that ensued made her feel better about the simple fare. “This is great. And trust me, it’s a feast compared to what we would have been eating if you hadn’t joined us tonight.”
Dominick put his hand over hers and squeezed. She looked up and into his beautiful blue eyes. “It’s perfect,” he said quietly. “Thank you.”
The thrill of his touch sent her heart all aflutter. “It’s the least I could do. Thanks again for rescuing me.”
“Not a problem.”
They ate in companionable silence at first, and then light conversation regarding their football game and the chilly snowy weather commenced. Stella was delighted to have company for a change while eating a meal. She hadn’t realized how lonely her life was until this auspicious moment. Sharing a simple meal with two perfect strangers was the best dinner she’d had in ages. And these men weren’t hard to look at, either.
After only a few minutes of conversation, it became obvious they were best of friends and had been so for a long while. She appreciated that they made her feel so comfortable in less than optimal circumstances. After the sandwiches and potato cakes were all but a memory, she fetched the coffee carafe as the two men started in on the brownies. Her impromptu dessert was consumed quickly and the plate practically licked clean.
Before Dominick and Tyler finished their coffee, Stella hopped up and started putting plates in the sink to rinse before loading the dishwasher.
Dominick brought his plate to her. She turned and reached out to take it, but he slid it into the sink and her movement put her within hugging distance. And she really wanted a hug.
Stella started to grab the sponge on the sink, but he beat her to it. His fingers brushed across hers briefly in the process. The surprise zing when they touched traveled all the way up to her elbow.
She tilted her head to stare up into his eyes with question.
“You cooked, so we’ll clean up.” He stepped closer. Their chests were practically touching. And she
really
wanted to touch him.
“I can do it,” she whispered, afraid any loud voices might scare him away. Behind her, Tyler had also stepped closer and hugged up next to her. He deposited his plate in the sink on top of hers. She felt the warmth of his body against her spine. A glance over her shoulder and she noticed his chest only inches away from her back. She was almost sandwiched between them again. If only they would each move closer and touch her.
The word
double penetration
echoed in her brain once more. And all of a sudden she couldn’t think of anything else in the world that she’d rather do than to be mashed in between these two sexy cowboys. Naked would be better, but for now she just wanted the connection of them both. She craved their touch.
Her gaze traveled back to Dominick. The look in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken for anything but lust. Imagine that, he wanted her, too, even though he’d been the voice of reason all night. She drifted even closer. The front of her borrowed T-shirt briefly brushed against his chest. She
had
to kiss him.
Stella touched Dominick first. In fact, she launched forward, slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his so her intentions couldn’t be mistaken. He tasted like chocolate brownie and strong coffee. He didn’t move at first. She worried for only a moment that he might push her away. But instead, he leaned in closer and pushed his tongue between her lips. And then they devoured each other.
Tyler pressed in very close against her back and trailed a slow, tantalizing batch of kisses along the center of her very sensitive neck. His hands gripped her hips and he pressed his cock into one cheek of her butt. A thrill rode up her spine. A tingling sensation spiraled from shoulders to knees. Her panties drenched with a sudden rush of juice from her pussy. She wanted this. She wanted sex with both of these men. She couldn’t wait.
Never in the world would she have expected to find such breathtaking anticipation and instant sexual desire sandwiched between two men as they both kissed her to distraction.
Stella couldn’t wait to discover what they had in store for her.
* * * *
Dominick didn’t want to search for or find the strength to pull away from Stella’s sensually surprising overture. Her tongue burned a swath across his lips in a furious hurry to tangle with his, but then he hesitated. His mind went to how much he wanted to peel her clothes off and teach her all about the unbridled nature of their club’s lifestyle. With Tyler’s certainly enthusiastic help, they could introduce her to ménage passion fueled by wanton desire and expert seduction tactics. They were good at it.
She molded into his arms as if they’d been machined to fit together perfectly. The moment he engaged, she moaned into his mouth. His hands framed her ribcage and inched upward to the lower swell of her breasts. His cock reared up ready for action so fast he wondered if the randy beast had punched a hole in the front of his pants.
Doubt, however, soon nagged at the back of his mind.
Don’t do this. Not yet
.
She’s fragile.
Stella was trapped here with them for an indeterminate time. If he didn’t halt the momentum of the currently scorching events about to ensue, they’d be a naked threesome in a pile gracing the nearest bed or flat surface before good sense could be applied. And what if she had doubts in the morning? What if she never wanted to see them ever again? The mere thought of her possible morning-after regret ate at him. She’s be stuck here and uncomfortable with them both.
No. He needed to stop this inevitable evolution. She needed to feel like she had choices, not be sandwiched between them the moment their meal was finished and fucked into oblivion. Even if it would feel spectacularly amazing.
He took half a step back and broke the sultry kiss. “We shouldn’t do this.”
Both Stella and Tyler answered in unison, “We shouldn’t?” Stella, with a kiss-swollen mouth and a puzzled expression, stared at him. Tyler, with a surprised, “Are you completely insane?” gaze, narrowed his eyes as his mouth shaped into a sullen pout.
Am I the only voice of reason?
“You don’t have to do this, Stella.”
“Maybe I want to.” She flattened her lips together as if to keep from saying anything further.
Tyler added, “Yeah, maybe she wants to.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “And if
she
wants to, I certainly want to.”
Dominick sent a quelling look to Tyler before turning a concerned gaze to one of the most beautiful women he’d ever had the pleasure of kissing. The questioning gaze in her eyes faded into one that he couldn’t read right before she looked away. Was that regret? Or perhaps anger that he’d stopped the inevitable sex they were undoubtedly headed for. He was likely a fool.
The need to explain erupted. He grabbed her hands in his fingers. “I don’t want you to feel pressured after such a harrowing day. We can talk about this more tomorrow. Let me take you to your room for the night.”
She stared at him for a long time. He waited for her to say something. Then she nodded and dropped her gaze to the floor. “The dishes.” She glanced toward the sink.
“Tyler can finish the dishes.” Dominick turned to leave the room, but not before getting a sour look from his lifelong friend.