“Emmett, we all made a pact to let the other guys know when we met our special woman,” Hunter reminded him. “I wasn’t about to go back on that and take her just because I was tempted.”
“Well, I’m not convinced the perfect woman for all of us exists, so my fucking her wouldn’t have broken any promises,” Emmett argued.
“So, what did you guys just kiss her or something?” Jake asked, frowning at the guilty look on Hunter’s downcast face and the shameless smile on Emmett’s. “What did you guys do?”
“Blow job for me, frottage for him.” Emmett gestured toward Hunter with his teacup.
Jake nearly hyperventilated when he gasped and rubbernecked back and forth between his brothers. “You came?”
“I was clothed and there was no penetration involved,” Hunter said.
“Did she come?” Jake’s dick got hard just imagining how amazing Mellie probably looked when she came.
“Four times,” Emmett said smugly. “It would have been more, but she seemed a bit overwhelmed.”
“Damn it! I should have been there,” Jake grumbled. “I’m next. I found her first.” He smiled. “She said tonight is her birthday. I want to take her somewhere special for dinner. Maybe go dancing and get to know her better. She seems sweet, doesn’t she?”
“I really didn’t notice. I was a little distracted by her other assets,” Emmett admitted before taking another drink.
“I thought she was very nice,” Hunter agreed, looking smitten.
“Do me a favor and don’t tell Greyson I like her. I want to see where this goes and he’ll throw her out if he thinks something’s going to come from it.” Jake looked back and forth between the three of them, feeling relieved by the way they nodded. “Good. And I won’t tell him that you guys fucked the maid.”
“What?” Greyson’s voice boomed from behind him.
“Jesus! Run like hell, motherfuckers!” Jake yelled out in panic.
Hunter gave him a warning look. “Watch your mouth.”
Greyson glared at them. “You fucked the maid?”
Jake threw his hands up. He could face any threat or danger except for his oldest brother, Greyson when he was pissed. “Nope. Not me. I just kissed her.”
Greyson’s eyes flashed in fury. “You kissed the maid?”
Jake pointed at Emmett. “He got his dick sucked by her.”
Hunter’s lips pursed as if fighting back a chuckle. “Way to pull an Adam, Jake.”
Greyson shot a deadly look over at Emmett, who didn’t seem fazed in the slightest by the giant-slaying glare of doom.
“Was that inappropriate of me, Greyson?” Emmett sassed.
“We didn’t know she was the maid or we wouldn’t have done that,” Hunter assured his eldest brother.
“Speak for yourself,” Emmett muttered into his teacup.
“Listen to me very carefully, all three of you,” Greyson began in a thin tone, excluding Diego from the reprimand. “We have been through half a dozen maids in less than two years.”
“That’s mostly your fault,” Emmett dared to accuse.
“Excuse me?” Greyson growled.
Jake sidestepped around Greyson to put himself between them, sort of. If Greyson truly meant to pummel Emmett, Jake would have had to just make some popcorn and thank his lucky stars that it wasn’t him that Greyson was pissed off at.
“Now, Greyson, Emmett didn’t mean anything insulting by that. He just meant it’s because you’re a…” Jake snapped his fingers, gesturing toward his brother seated at the dining room table. “Emmett, what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Asshole,” Emmett said confidently.
“Ye—no! Shit, Emmett, what are you trying to do—get my ass kicked?” Jake became squeamish when Greyson’s fierce look of chilly death got somehow worse even though he seemed calmer now.
“If either of you fuck this up you’ll answer to me,” Greyson warned. “I’m done going through maids and cooks like dishrags. This one is here to stay. Got that?”
Jake grinned and nodded. “Yeah, she is.”
“You’re not dating a maid,” Greyson snapped. “Lana only wanted you for your money.”
“And Bertha tried to kill you in your sleep,” Diego reminded Greyson.
“That’s because someone didn’t do a background check on her.” Greyson’s eyes narrowed on Jake and he winced.
“I looked over her resume.”
Greyson sighed. “A resume is not a background check.”
Jake pointed a finger up in the air in agreement. “I know that now. I was trying to save time since she had a kind face.”
“There’s no such thing as a kind face,” Greyson countered.
Emmett leaned back in his chair with a saucy expression on his face. “Greyson, don’t sell yourself short. Are you quite certain it wasn’t your charming personality that Bertha couldn’t resist?”
Greyson looked annoyed as he turned to leave. “Clean up. Melanie Laurie will be here in a couple of hours.”
Jake grinned when Greyson left the room with Diego. “A couple hours. We’re not that disheveled looking.” He looked from Hunter to Emmett. “You guys plan on staying away from Melanie?”
“No,” they said in unison.
Jake grinned. “Me neither.”
Her answer came in a cold glob of minty ice cream placed on each areola. She shrieked at the frigid stab of sensation on her breast tissue that had her nipples hardening to painful points.
“It’s so cold.”
Hunter smiled. “We want ice cream, too. Emmett, you want some?”
Emmett tugged her panties down her legs with his teeth, sending a hot flood of cream into her folds. The act seemed so primal and beast-like it sent warm, achy tremors all through her.
“I’m glad you ordered mint, honey,” Jake said in a husky voice as he bent his head near her breast. “It’s my favorite, too.”
Their similar tastes made her smile, and she forgot to scold the girlish dreamer in her that said she and Jake were absolutely perfect for each other in so many ways.
His heated breath singed the gooseflesh on her left breast and caused a trickle of ice cream to melt on her skin. He caught the runoff with his tongue and began to lap up the blob of creamy dessert capping her nipple like a snow-covered mountain. The stark contrast between heat and cold ran the gamut of fire and ice, catapulting her senses higher.
Hunter plopped a chilly pile of ice cream on her bare pussy, making her squeal. His manly smile was full of mischief and amusement, causing the moment to seem more natural and less daunting.
Emmett gave her a slightly sadistic grin and knelt between her legs again. “It’s good for you.”
“Oh my god, it’s dripping,” she worried, feeling cool tears of sweetness streaming into her slit. “Hurry, catch it.”
“Catch what, Melanie?” Emmett asked with a straight face.
“It’s green. It’ll stain the—oh no!”
She arched her back to keep the melting ice cream on her mound rather than the comforter, but only succeeded in pushing her tits farther into her lovers’ mouths. The balmy chambers of their mouths sizzled against her temperature tormented breasts, heightening her ecstasy further.
Emmett chortled, a sexy, devilish kind of sound that ought to be illegal. “You mean you want my mouth on your cunt for a noble cause?”
She blushed, squeezing her pelvic muscles, but it was useless. Wetness dripped from her pussy, both the cool cream from the cold, rich dessert and warm cream from the scalding center of her sex.
His breath blew warm and constant against her private flesh, feeling like a torrid Chinook wind against her cold-struck mons.
“Are you begging me to suck this hot little cunt clean, beautiful?” Emmett murmured, flicking his tongue against the melting ice cream.
“Yes, please. Save the comforter,” she pleaded.
He grinned. “Just the comforter? What about your aching cunt? Do you want me to save it, Melanie?”
She blushed hard, wondering where she found the courage to implore Emmett and actually look him in the eye while begging him for relief. “Yes, please. Save my…please.”
He slurped up some ice cream. “Save what?”
Lord, he was going to make her say that word, wasn’t he?
Emmett took the spoon and plunked more ice cream onto her mound. “Rest assured that one of us will be more than happy to save your vagina later, Melanie. But what am I saving right now with my mouth?”
She jolted and shuddered with cold when Hunter dowsed her breasts in more ice cream.
“My clit,” she offered, hoping that would appease him.
“What else?” Emmett sat between her legs and speared a finger up her channel when she hesitated, stealing a wild gasp from her. “Where is my finger, gorgeous?”
“No. Think dirtier.”
“My cunt,” she whispered, growing hot and achy.
Emmett smiled at last. “Do you want me to save this pretty, naked cunt and take away the pain?”
She moaned when Hunter and Jake latched onto her nipples again, sipping them to even harder nubs and sucking her breasts clean of the yummy mess they had adorned her chest with.
Emmett eyed her expectantly and she knew what he wanted.
“Please save my cunt,” she pleaded, feeling almost as embarrassed as she was aroused.
He smiled bigger this time. “Gladly.”
Melanie howled with pleasure when his mouth covered her mound and ate her out, slurping up the ice cream with it. He seemed as delighted with the sample of her sweet-covered flesh as both of his brothers did.
Her head spun with narcotic wonder the more their hands and mouths continued to work her over. She’d never had it like this before, not even with one man…until Jake that is. He’d shown her that it could be different.
It was just a shame that this could only be temporary. It hurt to think about that for too long so she didn’t dwell on it. If she lived in the moment maybe it would be enough.
She splayed her fingers in Jake’s short brown hair and the digits of her other hand in Hunter’s shaggy blond hair. It was all she could do right now in addition to lying there and letting them please her while she shared her sounds of rapture with them. Her sexual noises seemed to spur them on.
Fiery coals of arousal burned in the pit of her stomach. The muscles contracted and her pussy clenched hard when she came, mewling in blissful surrender. Her legs felt tight and her sex fluttered with post-orgasmic ripples that felt incredible.
The three smoking studs had her chest and mons cleaned off and free of ice cream, but they didn’t seem to be done with her just yet.