Goldie and the Three Wisconsin Bears

The products in Mitch’s shower are nicer than the ones in Nico’s. Black bottles with gold lettering. Everything smells expensive. Like money and champagne.

Mitch watches me soap down my body, his eyes heavy with desire. By the time I start rinsing off, he’s fully erect again. He steps out of the shower but comes right back with a condom.

I find out the sexy way that he’s in peak physical condition when he lifts me up, wraps my legs around his wet waist, and takes me hard against the shower wall.

Which means I have to soap down and rinse off all over again.

Mitch pecks me on the lips after we’re done. “I’m going to get out now. I don’t think I can take watching you soap up that Ferrari body of yours again.”

I laugh, and I feel strangely light as I re-shower alone.

“May I borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?” I ask Mitch when I come out of the bathroom. He’s already in bed.

“Look at you, using ‘may’ instead of ‘can.’ So polite…and the answer is no. Clothes will only get in the way. Come to bed.”

I do as he says. And okay, Mitch didn’t strike me as a cuddler, but he pulls me into his arms as soon as I slip under the covers.

“Can’t believe I won,” he mumbles, his voice warm and sleepy against my neck. He sounds happy.

And as for me…I can’t quite decide how I feel. My heart is racing like I’m on the verge of a panic attack. But I feel warm all over. And safe.

As unconventional as this arrangement is, I don’t think Mitch or Nico are going to hurt me. At least not physically.

And that certainty is what finally allows me to fall asleep. In a bed that’s way too big. In the arms of a man I’ll only know for a week.

Chapter Ten

The first few days pass in the blink of an eye, and I wake up the following Saturday in Nico’s bed.

The games of “Don’t Come” have started to meld together, but for once I don’t have to look around to figure out whose room I’m in. Usually, the guys are up way before me. But this morning, Nico’s still in bed, wrapped around me, his pine and wood scent filling my nose. His log of an erection pressed into my back.

“Morning, mija,” he whispers in my ear.

He repositions the thick head of his cock against the back of my pussy, right at the entrance of my hole. A rubbery feeling against the skin of my naked pussy lips tells me he already has a condom on as he parts my back folds with his fingers.

In the last five days, this move has become familiar. He massages and opens me wide. But this morning, he pauses. Then chuckles low at what he finds.

“I thought I was going to have to help you take this morning wood, but you’re already wet.”

“I think my body is getting too used to non-stop sex,” I admit, my voice soft. “This happened yesterday, too. Except there was nobody there when I woke up in Mitch’s bed.”

“What did you do after you woke up dripping wet?”

My face heats with embarrassment. I hadn’t been expecting a follow-up question.

“Answer me,” Nico says, his voice a little less gentle than when I first woke. His dick is still lodged against the back of my pussy, and one hand finds its way to my clit.

“I um…touched myself a little,” I admit.

“You touched yourself,” he repeats. “With Mitch and me right upstairs.”

He does not sound happy. But instead of pushing me away or hurting me, his fingers press hard into my clit. And he gives me another inch of his cock. My pussy clenches around him, becoming wetter at the invasion and wanting more.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t want to interrupt you. Also, Jeb.”

“If you came upstairs wet and wanting, we would have stopped what we were doing and fucked you in front of Jeb. Let him know exactly what he was missing. We would have taken you, again and again, one right after the other. You know how we get.”

I did. Sometimes our sessions could go on for hours, with one guy getting so stimulated while watching me with the other, that he was ready to go again after I climbed off. Sex with them has been so good, Tommy’s voice inside my head has gone strangely silent. Leaving me vulnerable to all sorts of bad girl behavior.

For instance, the hypothetical Nico’s suggesting is so vulgar. But I moan at the thought of it, mindlessly pushing my pussy into his hand. My core’s so slick now. He doesn’t have to work his way in. I slip all the way down on Saint Nic’s cock at the thought of them fucking me in front of the brother who wants nothing to do with me. What is wrong with me?