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Her eyes drifted to the mirror over the bar, hoping to find them through the crowd. She sighed when she couldn’t see them. The place was jam-packed and everyone was having a good time, and even though she was surrounded by people, she’d never felt more alone. She’d missed her grandmother as well as Shirley, Richard, Matt, and Todd while living in the city doing her time for her apprenticeship.
Now that she was back she had no intention of leaving again. At least she hoped not.
Her grandmother needed her. She was dying slowly of cancer, and when Matt and Todd’s mum, Shirley, had called to tell her about her grandma’s failing health, she had immediately set the ball rolling to quit her job and end the lease of her small one-bedroom apartment. It had taken her a couple of weeks to finalise everything, but she had arrived back home a week ago.
Her grandma had been pleased to see her, and Tiffany vowed to make what time she had left be the best she could. Her grandmother had been sick before, but this time there was nothing the doctors could do. She was in awe of how strong her grandmother was. She’d been to hell and back but had still managed to raise Tiffany after her own father had dumped her on her doorstep when she was a baby. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and her father hadn’t been able to cope with the loss of his wife. Tiffany had never even met the man. She had no idea if the man who had helped to create her was even alive. Not that she really cared. She figured her father was a selfish bastard and didn’t love her. He couldn’t if he’d willingly handed her over to her mother’s mother without a backward glance.
Matt and Todd’s mother had helped look after Tiffany and her grandmother over the years when her grandma had been ill. Of course as Tiffany grew older she had taken over doing all the chores and running the house, but when she’d had the opportunity for her apprenticeship and hesitated to leave, her grandma, her parent really, had put her foot down and sent her off with a hug and a smile. The only way Tiffany had been able to leave was because of Shirley and Richard, Matt and Todd’s parents. They had told Tiffany that they would look after her grandma and help her out any way they could.
She had spent her childhood years following Matt and Todd around and had a crush on them since she was a little girl. As the years passed, the love she’d felt for those two men had only gotten stronger. The last time she had seen them had been only for a few brief minutes, but those minutes had sustained her love and memories of them for years. Now that she was back home, she was going to have to try and stay away from them. She wasn’t sure she would be able to endure seeing them with other women. In fact, she knew damn well she couldn’t. Just the thought of them kissing another woman made her heart ache and her eyes burn with tears. How the hell was she supposed to keep her love for them hidden?
She glanced toward the door from her spot by the bar and sighed with resignation. Tiffany was going to have to learn to live without the loves of her life.
Clint Eastern bumped into her as he approached the bar, and when he looked down at her, his eyes widened in recognition. Clint had been a couple of years ahead of her in high school and had been a real jerk. He had always seemed to have several of the popular girls hanging off of his arm, and his ego was so big it was a wonder he was able to carry his fat head on his neck.
“Tiffany Cowan, as I live and breathe. When did you come back home?”
“Hi, Clint. I’ve been back about a week now.”
Clint reached out toward her face and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Tiffany stepped aside and tried not to shudder in revulsion at his touch.
“I think you and I should go on a date.”
For the love of…jerk.
“I’m not interested.” Tiffany turned her back on him and ordered a lemon squash. Connor winked at her, and then his gaze shifted to over her head. When he scowled, she took a step back and bumped into a hard body. She was just about step sideways but got caught between the bar and the man behind her when Connor leaned over and reached out across the bar and grabbed hold of the other guy’s wrist.
“She said no,” Connor snarled. “Back off or leave.”
“Is everything all right here?”
Tiffany looked into the mirror and scurried aside when Connor released Clint, and then she met Matt’s fierce gaze. God, he was so damn hot. When she saw Todd beside Matt, her breathing escalated and her heart stuttered. Would she ever be able to look at them without reacting?
Tiffany was so turned on she was shaking. She reached up and clutched at Todd’s hair and tried to steady herself, but it was impossible. This was really happening. After years and years of wanting to be with them, it was finally happening, and even though she was excited, she was scared, too. Would she measure up to all those girls they’d had, or would she be a disappointment?
The thoughts running around in her head floated away, and then she could only feel. Two hands touched on her waist and then pushed beneath the hem of her shirt. She cried out when one hand skimmed up her stomach and caressed the underside of her breast through her bra.
Todd lifted his mouth from hers, and she met his glittering, narrowed-eyed, lust-filled stare. Just as he moved his hand and cupped her breast, fingers pulled at the button of her jeans and then the zipper was being lowered.
She tensed up when Matt tugged at the waistband of her jeans, but when Todd shushed her, his breath caressing against the sensitive skin of her ear, some of the tension dissipated.
She shook with arousal as her jeans and panties were lowered down her legs and then pulled off over her feet. Todd unbuttoned her shirt, and then he pushed her camisole up over her breasts. She inhaled raggedly and then gasped when he flicked open the front closure of her bra.
“Holy shit, sweetheart. You are magnificent,” Todd rasped, and when he looked down at the rest of her body, she felt her cheeks heat.
She wasn’t sure if it was with embarrassment or desire, then figured it was probably both.
“Fucking spectacular,” Matt whispered, and when she met his eyes, she felt like she was drowning in them.
When he brushed his fingers through her wet folds, she moaned and arched her hips up into his touch. But then she held her breath as he lowered his head, and she cried out as she exhaled when he put his mouth on her and licked her from her dripping hole to the engorged bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.
Tiffany felt almost mad with desire and couldn’t keep her heavy eyelids open. They closed of their own accord, and she made a noise that almost sounded like a purr in the back of her throat when Todd sucked one of her nipples into his hot, wet mouth and started suckling on it strongly.
She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her whole body was aching with hunger, and she was trembling with need.
“Mmm.” Matt’s deep voice rumbled against her pussy and sent vibrations rippling deep into her womb.
And then she felt his finger skimming around the outside edge of her vagina as his tongue lapped over her clit. The ache grew bigger, and the tension began to build. Her muscles grew tighter and tighter, and the walls of her cunt felt like they were closing in on themselves.
Never had she felt such pleasure before, and although she was climbing to the inevitable pinnacle, she gasped for breath and tried to stave it off. But he and Todd must have felt her resistance, because all of a sudden Matt was pushing a finger up into her pussy and Todd moved to suckle on her other nipple while pinching and plucking the wet one he’d just released from his mouth.
Matt lifted his head for a moment, and he almost growled his next words. “Stop fighting us, baby. We’ll keep you safe. Let go, Tiffany.”
When he lowered his head again this time, he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked gently but firmly and started pumping his finger in and out of her vagina. Cream dripped from her hole down onto her anus, and just before the gathering storm culminated, he pressed his thumb over her rosette.