Miranda finished her supper, but her appetite for food was gone. She wanted these two men. She’d wanted them for years now. The floodgates had been opened and there was no closing them again. She’d been waiting for this for years, and now that it had been set into motion, she knew it would consume her every waking thought. She wouldn’t be satisfied by anything except hot sex with them both at the same time.
She rinsed off the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, then asked the guys if they wanted anything else to eat or drink.
Bo placed his hands on his abdomen. “I can barely move. That was delicious. Thank you.”
“Same here,” said Davis. “I haven’t had a home-cooked meal that good in a coon’s age.” He leaned forward. “I’m going to arrange to get Saturday night off. Think you could do the same?”
“Um, sure. I’m fairly certain I could.” She’d figure something out, even if it meant pretending to be too sick to take call.
He gave her a long, searching look. “I thought maybe Bo and I could come over and visit with you. Watch a movie or something.”
She smiled at the tone in his voice. It was so uncertain, but there was no mistaking the intention of his words. “Or something?”
Bo swore softly under his breath. “He means have sex with you.”
She laughed. One of the things she’d always loved about Bo was his direct way of speaking. Davis, on the other hand, had always been this way. Dropping hints so he didn’t sound like a dog in heat but his meaning still crystal clear. “I know what he meant, but thank you for clarifying.”
The men exchanged a glance that suggested they weren’t sure of the next step. It touched her heart that these two big, strong, gorgeous men were shy about this. “I’ll get the night off. Don’t you worry. Come over and we’ll see what happens.”
She changed the subject on purpose because the atmosphere was too awkward, and it helped them all focus on something else. They talked for another hour about everything except sex. Finally, both men rose to go home, and they each looked a lot more relaxed than they had earlier.
While she was happy about that, this was still a lot to take in, and she knew it would be a long time before she fell asleep tonight. Her mind would come alive with all the possibilities, and she was certain she’d have erotic dreams when she did finally sleep.
“I’d better get this guy home,” Davis. “It’s past his bedtime.”
“Hysterical. Really. You should take that show on the road. Far, far away.” He waggled his eyebrows at Miranda and she laughed.
“Is that your secret plan?” she asked. “Make Davis believe he could be a stand-up comedian so he’ll leave town?”
“She found me out.”
“Watch it,” said Davis. “I know how to kill people and make it look like an accident.”
“That’s true,” she said. “Be careful, Bo. We both know how to do that.”
Bo glanced over his shoulder at Davis. “Well, I can fuck up the plumbing or electrical in your house six ways to Sunday.”
Davis snorted. “Yeah, but can you hold onto an AC unit?”
Miranda rolled her eyes. “All right, you two. Davis, please take Bo home before he injures the other leg.” She smiled, watching Davis keep an eye on Bo as he hobbled across her wooden floor. These two had been friends a long time, and they still were. And now they wanted to see her at the same time.
If Bo hadn’t injured his leg, would this have happened? She’d never wish harm on anyone but it had taken a silly bet made while Bo was full of pain meds to turn the discussion between these two in this direction. What did that say about the three of them?
They reached her front door and she opened it, then followed them out onto the porch. It was a perfect June evening in Middle Tennessee. The air was alive with the smell of flowers, and insects sang a sweet song. She glanced up at the sky. “The moon is full. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Not as beautiful as you are.”
Her breath caught in her throat at the sound of Bo’s voice. Sexy, tender, and so damn romantic she nearly came. Her pulse raced and her breathing quickened.
“I’d kiss you but it’s all I can do to balance on both feet with this damn brace on.”
“We can work around that.” Miranda cupped his face and kissed him. He groaned deep in his throat, and when she teased his mouth with her tongue, he parted his lips to let her inside. She moaned as his mouth moved over hers in ways he hadn’t yet learned the last time she’d kissed him. Wow. He had certainly come a long way since high school.
When she released the kiss, she fought the urge to beg them both to come back inside. The hell with waiting until Saturday. That was three days away!
“My turn,” said Davis, quietly, but with conviction in his voice. He didn’t wait for her to approach him. Davis pulled her into a tight embrace and captured her mouth in a kiss so hot, she was sure her porch floor would have burn marks on it when they finished.
Her pussy was soaked now, and her clit began to throb. Holy hell. How in the name of heaven was she supposed to sleep after this?
Davis released her mouth and then cupped her face. “Is it Saturday yet?”
“Translation,” said Bo, “upstairs man cave.”
She laughed again. “Well, every boy needs a downstairs one and an upstairs one.”
“See?” said Davis. “She gets me.”
Miranda dropped her clothes and bag on the floor, then sauntered toward the men. “Okay y’all. Stop this squabbling and get naked before I spank you both.”
They each gave her a look of incredulity, and then Bo grinned at her in a way that forced more moans from her throat. “I do believe it’s time to teach you a lesson, beautiful.”
Davis grabbed her around the waist and picked her up. She squealed in delight as he carried her across the room, then placed her on top of his dresser, near the edge. He moved to left side and told her to lean back against the wall, and then he held onto her while Bo walked over, a huge grin on his face.
“Spread your legs,” said Davis, his voice rough and full of command. “When Bo gets done eating you out, it’s my turn.” He brushed his hands over her breasts and she cried out in pleasure. “And when we decide you’ve had enough orgasms, you’re going to suck our cocks dry again.”
Bo stood in front of her and caressed her inner thighs, brushing his fingers closer to her pussy lips each time but never touching them, until she was begging him to. He had the sexiest look in his eyes she’d ever seen in them, and she was certain she’d stop breathing soon. She’d never been this aroused in her life.
“When I’m ready. We told you that you had a lesson to learn.”
Davis teased the sides of her breasts with his finger tips, circling close to her nipples but not touching them. He planted soft kisses along her neck and collar bone, and each one sent shivers up and down her spine. “You deserve this, bad girl. Commanding us to get naked like that.”
“I’m sorry. Stay dressed. Anything, Just touch me, please.”
Bo chuckled and glanced toward Davis, next to her. “She did say ‘please.’”
“Well, all right.” Davis licked her right nipple and she groaned loudly. “But only if she promises something.”
“Anything. Name it.”
“Anything, Miranda?” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
“Yes. Please. Just tell me what you want.”
He let go of her. “Stay still so you don’t fall.” Then she watched him push the few items on his dresser off to one side. “Lie down. We don’t let anything happen to you.”
She did as he asked, positioning her body lengthwise across the top of the dresser. Davis pulled pillows off his bed and helped her lie on her right side. Then he put one under her right hip and another under her head. “Are you comfortable like this?”
He and Bo both glanced at a spot behind her and over her head. “This is sexy,” said Bo. “And we can watch in the mirror.”
Davis grinned. “That’s why I did it.” He began to undress, and then so did Bo, taking his brace off only long enough to removed his shorts and boxers. Miranda sat up to admire their bodies. Both men were well muscled and covered with a dusting of fine hair. Bo had a tattoo on his torso that hadn’t been there in high school, and Davis had two.
“You’re incredible. Both of you.”
They each gave her looks filled with gratitude, and then Bo stepped close to her and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing against his dick, wishing there was some way to make this work. He moaned deep in his throat, and when he released the kiss, he groaned again, glancing toward Davis. “Are you sure I can’t do this? Even standing up?”
“Fuck it all. It’s not fair.”
Miranda cupped his face and turned it toward her. “I’ll make this worth your while, sugar. And when you can fuck me, we’re going to go hog wild at it. I promise you. Both of you.”
He gazed at her the way a lover would, and Miranda held her breath. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Now lie back down so I can lick your pussy.”
She whimpered and did as he said, and then cried out when he touched her. All he did was caress her pussy lips and asshole, teasing still. She was so wet she hoped her juices didn’t ruin the top of Davis’s dresser.
When he finally licked her clit, she pushed her hips up and reached out to steady herself, finding Davis standing there with his dick in her face. “You can hold onto me if you want but I expect you to give me something in return.”
She laughed. “What a fabulously wicked idea.” Miranda licked Davis’s cock while Bo sucked on her clit and slipped a finger into her pussy. Both men moaned loudly, and she came within seconds.
Davis grasped her head and pushed his dick further into her mouth, and Bo’s mouth on her pussy felt like nothing she’d ever experienced. Where had he learned to do this so well?