“Should we tell her?”
Dakota smirked back from the other side of me. His body was even more drenched than I was. The entire room smelled of musk mixed with pheromones. It absolutely reeked of sweat and sex and come.
“Tell me what?”
“Dakota has an air-conditioner hooked up in his bedroom window.”
I bolted upright. It was like winning the lottery.
“NO FUCKING WAY!”
Kyle laughed so hard he almost rolled out of the bed. I threw one of my legs over him just in time, to catch him.
“How long does it take to—”
“We flipped it on before we came in here,” Dakota smiled. “So it should be like an icebox in there by now.”
All three of us bounced off the bed at the same time, racing to see who could get through the doorway and out into the hallway first. I won.
But then again I’d already won.
Twenty-Five
SAMMARA
The rest of the week was a sex-soaked blur.
With the dam finally burst, or the proverbial floodgates opened, all bets were off between us. Virtually anything went… and anything certainly did. Kyle and Dakota took me together as well as alone, whenever and wherever the mood struck. In the budding dawn of our exciting new relationship, we screwed each other’s brains out as often as any new couple in the honeymoon phase might do… only I was getting it times two.
It was absolutely incredible, even beyond words.
The late-summer heat wave continued, making everything sticky and gross. By day I worked with the contractors and sub-contractors, while the guys spent their time on the base. But the nights?
The nights belonged solely to us.
I had my first time alone with Dakota, and the passion and intensity between us was off the charts. He had a way of being dominant yet also gentle, strong and assertive, but with a lighthearted edge. We laughed as much as we fucked, and we fucked often. Especially because he started coming home an hour or two before Kyle, just to bend me over the kitchen table or throw me over the arm of the couch.
Kyle on the other hand, liked to wake me up with sex. More than once I stirred to my legs being spread wide, and my sexy soldier pushing his way between them. I was always ready. Constantly wet. He slipped inside and fucked me slowly, lazily, kissing my neck, devouring my shoulder. All while screwing himself deep, and gyrating his hips in this lovely circular motion that drove me absolutely wild — his ‘trademark move’ I laughingly dubbed it, just before grunting like an animal and spending himself inside me.
Still, taking them together was my mind-blowing favorite, and this happened more often than not. I learned what being a shared girlfriend really meant, and I got a sense of just how close my two new boyfriends actually were. They loved penetrating me together, only to swap me back and forth while the other one rested. They also took turns making me come, one always kissing me deeply while the other fucked me to some earth-shattering orgasm. We did it on the bed, the sofa, the parlor floor. At one point the three of us even did it on the pool table. That sex act wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but when I’d mentioned it was a silly fantasy of mine they’d both laughed and made it an instant reality.
The guys were both so physically fit, so big and radically different from the other men I’d dated, that it took a little while to actually get used to them. But the more they took me? The hornier I got. And the more practice we had, the more we learned which positions were merely comfortable… and which made me feel so deliciously crushed beneath them I couldn’t help but climax instantly around their thick, throbbing manhoods.
All week long we slept on the floor of Dakota’s room, spread out among various pillows and blankets. The rest of the house was an oven, but the little window-mounted air conditioning unit we ran twenty-four seven, kicking unholy amounts of ass as it kept us blissfully cool. We laughed beneath it, slept beneath it, talked until the wee hours of the morning beneath it. And of course, we fucked beneath it. All while dreaming the dream of central air as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
In a way it was a sexual awakening for me, but at the same time it was the result of pent-up frustrations on their end too. Neither Kyle nor Dakota had dated anyone in quite a while, and aside from a few random encounters they were as eager to get back in the saddle as I was.
By the time Ryan was due to come home, I actually felt a little guilty. Not in the way that I’d cheated on him, but guilty he coul
dn’t be a part of our week-long experience. We’d bonded: Kyle, Dakota and I. Physically, emotionally, and socially, we’d really melded together.
But Ryan and I had not.
It was Friday evening when the weather finally broke. I was up in my room when the front door opened. I heard a cheer float up from Dakota and Kyle, and then a bunch of loud talking and back-clapping.
I flew down the stairs smiling happily, eager to see him. But I stopped halfway as I heard their voices suddenly go low.
“So tell us how it went?”