Jake couldn’t take his eyes of Emma. She was sitting in front of him, looking sweet, beautiful, and seductive. Her wet, blonde hair hung down her back, and without any makeup she was even more stunning, which couldn’t be said for all women. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen Madeline without her face made up.
He watched as she looked down at her hands, not sure how to answer his question. Deciding to let her off the hook, he said, “I thought we could all change and then grab a drink at a local club before we take you home.”
“I don’t know,” she said, looking hesitant. “I’m sure you have better things to do than entertain me.”
“No. We don’t,” Bart said with a grin. “We’d love to take you out for a drink. The evening’s been fun and I think we all hate to see it end.”
Jake watched the smile that curved her lips and knew she was pleased by what Bart had said. She nodded and smiled. He could see his brothers were as relieved as he was that she had consented to go to the club. They would have to be careful and not come on too strong. The last thing he wanted was to scare her, but so far, she seemed to be enjoying their company as much as they were enjoying hers.
The club was just getting into gear when they walked in and found a table. A few of their friends were there, and they introduced Emma who, although somewhat shy, was open and pleasant. What he wasn’t prepared for was Madeline, who was sitting at the bar with a couple of her friends. For whatever reason, it hadn’t occurred to him she would be there tonight. He nodded at Bart and Thomas, who had also seen her by the look on their faces.
They had sat down and just ordered drinks when Madeline came over to their table. “Well, well, well, so I see you haven’t wasted any time replacing me.”
“Don’t do this, Madeline. It’s beneath you. We can leave if you’re uncomfortable having us here,” Bart said.
“Emma,” she said, ignoring Bart, “I think I liked you better when I thought you were gay. I should have known it was Lori’s brothers you wanted to fuck and not her. I’m usually pretty astute, but damn if you didn’t have me fooled.”
“That’s enough, Madeline,” Jake said, his voice low. To his surprise, Emma put down her drink and looked directly at Madeline.
“That’s okay, Jake. She’s obviously angry and hurting.” Emma’s eyes went to Madeline. “I understand, and I’m sorry, Madeline. We just came from dinner with Lori’s parents, who wanted to talk to me about what happened last night. They are good and kind people, as I’m sure you know. Bart, Jake, and Thomas took me out for a drink as a courtesy and nothing more. Whatever happened between you and them has nothing to do with me.”
“Right,” Madeline said with a snort. “That’s rich. But they’re your problem now. I just wanted to let you know that I don’t give a fuck.”
Madeline’s friends were suddenly at her side. “Come on, Maddy, let’s go,” one of them said. “We’ll drive you home. You don’t need this.”
“You’re right,” she said to her friend, “I don’t.”
Thankful for Madeline’s friend’s interference, Jake watched Madeline go back to the bar for her purse and walk out between the two women, who were now basically holding her up. Madeline had been fun, but for him, it had never been serious, but knowing she might have thought differently made him feel a twang of guilt. However, it also made him realize they should have ended it with her a lot sooner than they did.
Jake felt the awkwardness emitting from Emma. She couldn’t even look at them. “I’m sure her friends will make sure she gets home,” he said to her.
“Yeah,” Bart sighed. “They will. Just sorry that happened, and especially in front of you, Emma. The last thing you need is any more drama, and here we were trying to make up for last night.”
“I’m real sorry you had to witness that,” Jake continued, his voice soft and low. “I don’t think we realized how hard she took it when we reminded her about not being exclusive.”
“Don’t sugarcoat it,” Bart said. “We broke it off with her, and it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. It’s something we should have done a long time ago.”
“Yes, you’re right.’ Emma spoke up. “You should have broken it off with her if you knew her expectations were different than yours. It would have been the kind thing to do.”
“We don’t always think with our brains when it comes to women, but normally we don’t let things get out of hand. It’s not our style,” Thomas said, taking a sip of his drink that the waitress had put down in front of him.
“What is your style?” Emma asked, her voice soft.
“All I know,” Emma said, “is that I want you, all three of you. You were all I could think about all week. There’s something between us. I need to know if I’m living in a fantasy or if the reality will pull me closer to you or push me away.”
“Take your clothes off, Emma,” Bart ordered. “We want you to be comfortable with us and your body. Without clothes, not only will we be able to appreciate your beauty, but you will be taking the first step in becoming not only what we need, but what we hope you want.”
Emma turned her back to them and began to untuck the white blouse from her black-and-white-printed skort.
“Turn around, Emma,” Jake told her.
Slowly, she turned as she began to unbutton the white blouse that opened to expose her lacy, white bra that housed her large and ample breasts. Thomas felt his cock harden and his balls tighten. She was even more beautiful flushed with her desire and what he knew was embarrassment. In time, if she became theirs, she would want to be naked before them without embarrassment.
When she took off her bra, he couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. Firm, white orbs tipped with large, pink areolas and hard nipples jutted outward proudly. She was every man’s wet dream come true. He wanted to lose himself in those mounds, but resisted. She needed to do this on her own, without any encouragement from him or his brothers.
She hesitated before she pushed down the skort to reveal white lace panties. When she bent down to retrieve it, she kicked off her sandals. Walking now wearing only her panties, she placed her discarded clothes on a nearby chair.
Turning to them, she stood still. She didn’t try to hide her breasts. A good sign. However, she seemed frozen, her panties still hiding what he knew had to be a wet pussy. Her breathing was shallow, and her nostrils flared in the telltale sign of arousal.
“Your panties,” he said, his eyes locked with hers. “Now, Emma.”
“Yes, Thomas,” she responded, spurred into action by his words as she pulled them down to expose her pussy that, to his surprise, was shaved.
Had she done that for them, or had her last lover insisted her pussy be hairless? The thought of her with any other man was not a pleasant one. He hadn’t even fucked her, and he was already possessive of what he thought of as his.
“You’re stunning, baby,” Bart said, admiring her from head to toe. “I knew you would be, but you take my breath away.”
“Mine, too,” Jake said, taking a step closer to her.
Thomas remained where he was. He didn’t trust himself to touch her yet. What he wanted to do to her made him more than hard, and at this point, he didn’t want to do anything before she was ready. They were all alpha males, but Bart had always taken the lead, and tonight would not be an exception. He waited as Bart walked around her as she stood naked before them, her arms at her sides. Her lips trembled, the only thing giving away her anxiety. She truly was a magnificent-looking woman, and her eagerness to learn more made her even more desirable in his eyes.
Bart stood behind her and began to massage her neck and shoulders. She sighed as she closed her eyes. His hands glided down her arms back and forth before he reached under them and ran his fingers around the side of each of her breasts. She moaned softly, but continued to stand, not moving. Thomas was beginning to think that she might be a natural submissive, something he had almost not dared to hope for.
“Hands behind your head, fingers locked, Emma,” Bart ordered, his voice silky smooth.
Without hesitation, she did as Bart had told her.
“Good Girl, Emma.”
Bart nodded to Jake, who closed the distance between himself and Emma, reaching out to pull on her nipples. Again, she moaned as she opened her eyes to watch Jake.
“Oh, Emma,” Jake breathed. “What I want to do to those nipples.”
When Bart looked at him, he knew it was his turn. He walked over to her and bent down before her, his fingers opening her labia, seeking her clit.
When he found it, he pinched it gently, hearing her groan. He was amazed at how her juices gushed. She was more than ready for them. He pushed his nose into her center before he licked her. This time he saw her knees begin to buckle. He reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, holding her upright. She was like liquid fire in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock deep inside her. It was all he could to do to control his pulsating cock from coming on the spot. Trying to get a grip, he moved away from her, adjusting his cock. Jake moved back with him, leaving her nipples hard and long.
“I want you down on your knees, Emma,” Bart ordered.