A Spanktacular Fourth [Suncoast Society] Read online

  It’d also been a while since she’d taken a real day off for herself. The guys were always on her case that she worked too hard and she needed to take more breaks. Easy for them to say when their salaries brought home most of their income. They didn’t feel like they were mooches.

  When she woke up again, it was after one, her stomach was growling, but she felt a lot better.

  She also felt a stiff cock pressing against her ass.

  “Hey, Sleeping Beauty.” Sean kissed the back of her neck. “You okay?”

  She took inventory. “I feel a lot better than I did earlier.” She rolled to face him, snuggling in his arms. “I woke up around ten and took some ibuprofen. Thanks for letting me sleep in.”

  “We can take a hint sometimes. Can we get you anything?” Her stomach growled again, making Sean snort. “We can take care of that for you, babe.”

  “Seems like you have something else needing taken care of.”

  “I wouldn’t say noooo.” He kissed her. “Shall I bring you some coffee and some Max so we can have us a little wake-up nookie? Or do you want to watch a show between us?”

  “Aww, you waited for me?”

  “Well, we weren’t sure how you’d be feeling. We wanted to wait and save something for you in case you were wanting a little somethin’-somethin’.”

  Actually…yeah. And sometimes when she was in this limbo right before her period started, it actually felt better if she let her men love up on her. The endorphins helped shove the bad pain back.

  Sometimes it also helped kick her recalcitrant body over the edge and got it started. Or maybe not, maybe those were just coincidences, but it sure felt like that.

  “Go get him, please.”

  Sean practically bounced out of bed, making her smile. While he went to go do that, Cali hit the bathroom, brushed her teeth, took another dose of ibuprofen, and was back in bed by the time both men returned.

  She noticed Sean carried a couple of implements—a lightweight paddle and a leather slapper. She hoped those were for use on Max’s ass, because while she was in the mood for nookie, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to bottom for impact play.

  Max handed over her mug of coffee—perfectly prepared, of course, because her guys were awesome and knew her—and she took a sip from it as the already naked men climbed in on either side of her.

  Then again, so was she. They mostly slept naked. She loved the feel of their flesh against hers, especially if she awoke in the middle of the night to feel a leg or an arm touching her on either side.

  They tended to seek each other out in their sleep, and while they took turns in the middle on the weekends, it was usually Cali who ended up in the middle on weeknights so the men could get out of bed the next morning without disturbing her more than necessary.

  “I love you guys,” she said, the warmth of the mug feeling good against her right hand.

  “Nothing’s too good for our girl,” Sean said. He leaned in and kissed the back of her shoulder. “Especially after how good you treat us and everything you do for us. And we already prepped and packed the orders that came in since yesterday. They’re stacked in the garage and ready to load into your car.”

  “That’s wicked sexy foreplay, dude. Did you scoop Baxter’s litter pan, too?”

  Max grinned. “We know. And damn right, we did. We’re not stupid.”

  She handed the mug to Max, who set it on the nightstand next to him. “Well, I know you two goofballs love me, because you got snipped for me.” Sean leaned in, pressing himself against her back while Max kissed her.

  “We have Baxter,” Max said. “He, or any other furbabies we have, is plenty. I like our personal time.”

  “But first,” Sean said, waggling his one-and-a-half eyebrows at Max, “I want to play a little.”

  Max rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest or safeword as he turned, hands and knees, and presented his ass as a ripe target for Sean.

  Cali wiggled underneath Max so she could kiss him, distract him.

  She felt Sean changing position to kneel off to Max’s side and behind him. Max slanted his lips over Cali’s, starting off as a slight teasing, gentle exploration. But at the sound and feel of the first impact of the slapper, a grunt escaped Max, muffled by her mouth.

  Cali wrapped her arms around his chest and trusted Sean to be paying enough attention to not hit her in the process. Max lowered his body on top of hers, not fucking her but with his cock pinned between them. As he squirmed, she felt him grow hard against her.

  She wrapped one hand in his hair, loving the way his body melted against hers between tensing after every impact.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Sean said. “Love spanking this ass of yours.” The sound and feel of more strikes, Max shifting position again to hook his hands under her shoulders and hold on to her. “Grind against her all you want, buddy, but you’d better hold it, or I’ll go grab a cane and really make you wish you had.”

  Max moaned into her mouth at that.

  Yep, he was gone.

  That was something else she desperately loved about her men, how they could flip so fluidly between roles, in bed or in play. There wasn’t a bit of self-consciousness between them or in front of her, just raw, primal passion.

  She wasn’t sure how long Sean was going to go after Max, but she hoped it wasn’t too long because now Max had settled into the perfect position to glide his cock along her clit, making her want to do more than simply lie there and be a distraction.

  Except Sean apparently sensed that, too, and quickly worked up to a big finish with Max, which left Max digging his fingers into the tops of Cali’s shoulders as he held on, pained moans rolling from him as she sucked on his tongue and rocked her hips against him.

  She heard the sound of Sean dropping the implements onto the floor. “There. That’s the look I wanted.” He must have reached in and grabbed Max’s ass, because he moaned again. “Yeah, buddy. Just like that. Now make room and let’s take care of our girl right. She’s been so patient.”

  Max broke their kiss and stared down at her, a sweetly sexy smile on his face. “Love you, babe.”

  She tousled his hair and released her grip on him. “Love you, too.”

  Sean nuzzled in for a kiss. “How about me?”

  “Love you, too. Both of you.”

  Max cleared his throat.

  “You could’ve said it to me,” Sean teased, but then he leaned in for a kiss from the man. “Fucking know I love you, fucking sadist.”

  “Says the man who just reddened my ass.”

  “Payback for the shower yesterday, and you know you wanted it.”

  Max grinned. “Yeah, I did. Love you, too.” He leaned in for another kiss, and while it was sexy to watch them really starting to get into it, she was wanting more than just spectator status.

  “Ahem,” Cali said. “Forgetting about someone down here?”

  They broke their kiss, smiling. “Sorry, babe,” they echoed in unison. As they both started feathering their lips over her body, she closed her eyes and relaxed, savoring this and loving them.

  They were perfect together, the three of them. They never pushed her in bad ways, always made her feel loved and appreciated.

  Any perceived short-comings, she knew, were solely constructs of her stubborn mind.

  Like feeling that she wasn’t contributing enough to the household in terms of income.

  Shoving work out of her brain, she forced her focus back onto the two sexy men currently trying to blow her mind. She ended up going down on Max, with Sean crawling under her from behind to lick and suck her pussy.

  She suspected what they were working her up to when Sean had pulled on a glove and lubed a couple of fingers before doing that. Didn’t take a mindreader.

  As he pressed one finger against her ass, she spread her legs a little wider to give him more room, her moans around Max’s cock earning her some from him in return.

  He fisted her hair. “Yeah, baby,” Max hoarsely said. �
��Let him in. We were hoping you’d be in the mood for fun this morning. I love this and miss it when we don’t do it for a while.”

  So did she. The sinfully and deliciously dirty feeling of both their cocks plowing her at the same time, cunt and ass, never failed to get her off.

  Fuck it.

  They’d caught her up on the shipping, she was in the mood, and it was a damned Sunday.

  Wasn’t this the point of working hard, so they could play hard and enjoy each other, too?

  She was eagerly mouthing Max’s cock, head to base and back again, but being careful not to get him too close to the edge. If the men were going to do this, she wanted them inside her when they came.

  These two men were the only people who she’d ever let into the deepest, darkest, dirtiest recesses of her fantasies. Only they knew the things she’d imagined doing in some mythical “one day” before she’d met them.

  They’d healed her heart and restored her trust and faith after what her ex had done to her, and life had never felt sweeter or more complete than with them.

  Salty pre-cum coated her tongue as she played with the slit, tracing it, teasing Max, even as Sean worked a second finger into her ass while tonguing her clit.

  They knew her body as well as she knew theirs. It never got boring with time, either, only better.

  Sean teased and tormented her, driving her closer to the edge as he finger-fucked her ass. Fully yanked down into sweet sexual subspace, she ground against his hand and face and hoped she wasn’t about to smother him.

  He let her get to the needy, whiny, practically begging stage before rapidly flicking her clit with his tongue and triggering her first orgasm. When she rolled through that, Max reached down and hauled her up his body, settling her pussy on his cock and pushing her hips down to fully embed himself inside her.

  He smiled, his hooded gaze full of desire. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted, baby. Nice.”

  She heard Sean strip off the glove and tear open a condom pouch behind her. Before she could even look, he was nudging in behind her while Max spread his legs wider, forcing hers farther apart and making more room for Sean.

  While Sean pressed his cockhead against her ass, Max started playing with her nipples. He teased them, rolling them between his fingers, all while holding her gaze with his. “That’s it, baby,” he said. “You let us take care of you and we’ll make sure you’re never left unsatisfied.”

  Oooh, that was a promise she knew they’d keep. No problemo.

  She groaned as Sean slowly thrust, working his cock deeper into her ass, inch by inch. The incredible, familiar burn started as she stretched, quickly turning into hunger and need as Max distracted her by pinching her nipples.

  They knew what she wanted—needed—from them.

  “Goddamn, baby,” Sean gasped. “So fucking tight like this.”

  “I love feeling him sliding into you,” Max said, a smile quirking his sexy lips. “I love knowing you’re only ours, and we’re the only guys you ever have or ever will do this with.”

  So did she. Once she felt Sean’s thighs pressing against her ass, she leaned in and kissed Max. She winced as she reached out with her right hand to hold on to the headboard for balance, then quickly switched to her left.

  “Start fucking us, baby.” Sean nibbled along the back of her neck, making her shiver. “Show us how much you love being filled.”

  She started slow, Sean reaching around her to play with her clit while Max teased and tormented her nipples and breasts. Max cupped them in his hands, sucking on one, then the other, back and forth, every hot, wet pull of his mouth sending sparks straight to her clit and working her up toward another orgasm.

  This…sooo much of this.

  Them.

  The men she loved.

  Absolutely, she’d spend the rest of her life with them. She couldn’t imagine any other future.

  Didn’t want to.

  Especially after what she’d witnessed in the aftermath of last night.

  Life was short and could be cut off in an instant.

  She’d rather spend it creating fireworks with these two men, even if it meant they couldn’t be “married” the way they wished they could.

  They were hers, she was theirs, and they all belonged to Baxter.

  The real head pussy in the house.

  Conscious thought escaped her as pleasure rolled and swelled, tightening, the coil close to snapping as Sean’s skilled fingers played with her clit.

  “Come on, baby,” Max said. “Quit holding back. We know you want it.”

  Sean bit down on the top of her left shoulder, and that sent her over. She cried out as her body squeezed their cocks, the men moaning in counterpoint as she rocked harder, faster, until they took over and were actively fucking her and she was only along for the ride.

  Sean came first, then Max, the three of them slumping together and catching their breath.

  The end of the bed suddenly dipped. “Maow.”

  “Well, at least he waited to interrupt us,” Sean said.

  “And he didn’t land on your balls this time,” Max added.

  “Yeeesss. That’s always a nice bonus.”

  They untangled and regrouped in the shower, where Cali’s stomach let out another growl.

  Max snickered. “I hear, and obey, Ma’am.” He leaned in for a kiss. “How’s an omelette sound?”

  “With bacon on the side?”

  “I think that can be arranged.”

  “I love you.”

  He grinned. “I love you, too, even when food isn’t involved.”

  “Hey,” Sean said. “How about me?”

  She turned and kissed him. “We love you, too, goofball.” She reached up and touched his eyebrow. “How’s that feeling?”

  “It’s fine. How’s your hand?”

  “I’ll survive.”

  While she’d had high hopes for how they’d spend the rest of the afternoon, after she had a full tummy she stretched out on the couch, her head in Max’s lap and her feet in Sean’s, to watch a movie and she fell asleep. When she awoke, it was almost dark and she was alone on the couch, although she heard the men moving around in the kitchen and the smell of something cooking.

  And she felt crappy again.

  She got up and headed to the kitchen to take some ibuprofen, then to the bathroom.

  Still no period.

  Damn.

  She returned to the kitchen and noticed the men watching her. “What?”

  “You feeling okay, sweetie?” Sean asked.

  “Yeah, just tired and wishing my uterus would stick to a strict schedule.”

  “Ah. Sorry. Dinner on the couch?”

  “Sure.”

  “We’ll bring it in.”

  She returned to the sofa and was surprised to be awakened a little bit later.

  “Man, you are out of it,” Max said as she sat up.

  “These late nights at the club are a killer.” She gratefully took the plate of meatloaf he offered her. “I guess I’m starting to feel my age.”

  “Oh, sure, Little Miss AARP here,” Sean teased. “Not even forty yet. How you think we feel?”

  “Tired? But you guys had pool sex last night. No wonder you’re fucking exhausted—you’re fucking exhausted.”

  Max snorted and high-fived her. “Good one, babe.”

  After dinner she let them volunteer to clean up the kitchen and they all ended up heading to bed at a reasonable hour.

  She’d avoided the news today, not wanting to see anything about the accident last night. She still couldn’t get the image of those three sheets out of her mind…and the fact that they’d belonged to one person.

  Chapter Nine

  Monday morning, Cali lay in bed the way she always did after the men’s alarm went off and they arose to start their morning. She usually didn’t climb out of bed until just before they were ready to leave, which was when she started her day. It was easier to stay out of their way while they were getting
ready.

  This morning especially so.

  She felt like crap again, worse than yesterday, like maybe she was coming down with something. Plus her hand hurt like a motherfucker. She was almost afraid to turn on a light and look at it.

  And she damn sure didn’t want one of the men to look at it.

  Once they were gone, she’d check it out, soak it in Epsom salts or something, and it’d be fine. She’d been through this once before, and it took a day or so for her hand to heal up. Although that time, it hadn’t hurt as much as this currently did.

  Right now, her guys were in the shower, so she rolled over, away from the door, and closed her eyes.

  A few minutes later, Max was gently shaking her. “Sweetie, we’re leaving.”

  “Huh?”

  “You not feeling good?”

  She looked and saw Max and Sean were both dressed and ready to leave. Holy crap. She hadn’t meant to go back to sleep like that. “What time is it?”

  “Seven thirty.”

  She sat up. “Okay.”

  “Love you.” He leaned in and kissed her.

  “Love you, too.”

  Sean also leaned in and exchanged good-byes…

  And then she was alone.

  She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, flipping the light on. Her right hand fucking hurt. There was a little more swelling than yesterday, and some redness around the bite marks, especially the one on her index finger. If she flexed her hand, it hurt, felt like her fingers were swollen.

  Goddammit.

  It didn’t look as bad as she worried it might, though, based on how it was hurting.

  It’s just achy and I’m being a baby because I don’t feel good.

  She used the bathroom, washed her hands really well, then dug out a bottle of peroxide from the cabinet and tried that. She could squeeze a little clear stuff out of the wounds, but not much, although it did fizz quite a bit under the peroxide.

  She slathered the bites with antibiotic ointment and instead of trying to do individual bandages on the spots, she pulled on a nitrile glove. She had to scoop Baxter’s litter pan and get her day started.