Goldie and the Three Wisconsin Bears

Mitch plants a forearm against the door and starts stroking himself at a furious pace. “What’s he doing now?”

“He pushed my face into the bed. And his dick…it’s in my ass. He said maybe that would keep me from coming. But…oh God, the sheets are scraping my breasts and clit…and, oh God!”

The play-by-play is Mitch’s thing, not mine. But my cock… I’ve never been this hard in my life. I have to massage it even as I ask, “Do you want us to unlock the door? Do you want us to make him stop?”

Instead of answering, she cries out, “I’m sorry, Daddy!”

And I listen to the familiar sound of her falling apart. Beside me, Mitch’s back caves, and he shoots a load into the door.

My brain feels like it’s on fire with a chemical burn of lust, surprise, and crazed emotions. But somehow, I find the wherewithal to remember the original mission. “Back away from the door, man. We’ve got to let her out.”

Mitch comes to his senses too. He puts himself away and brings out the key to undo the industrial-grade padlock.

I yank the door open just in time to see Jeb pull out of her ass. And the sight of Goldie stops me cold.

Jesus, she’s a mess. She said she’d come without permission a few times, but there’s so much cum dripping from her ass and pussy, it’s obvious Jeb released too. More than once.

She’s twitching on the bed, obviously still orgasming. And Jeb looks more animal than man. His eyes are glittering with crazed lust, and despite having just come, his cock’s at half-mast. Like it’s getting ready for another round.

“Take her out of here,” Jeb commands, his voice rough and demented. “She’s right. I can’t stop fucking her. I won’t stop if you don’t take her away.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I scoop Goldie up and carry her back to Mitch’s bedroom.

The decent thing to do would have been to take her directly to the shower. But unlike Mitch, I didn’t shoot my load. I’m so hard, I barely make it all the way to the bed before falling on top of her.

And she’s so slick that I slide right in.

I can’t be honorable. Can’t be decent even. I rut her like an animal.

And to my shock, she responds. “Oh, God, you’re in me so deep. I’m coming again. I’m…”

I catch her scream with a kiss as I explode inside her, releasing another stream of cock juice into her as her pussy contracts around my dick.

“Hey, Saint Nic, raise up. Let me have her. Get her cleaned up.”

I don’t realize I’ve collapsed on top of Goldie until I hear Mitch’s voice above me.

I roll away and Mitch picks her up to carry her the rest of the way to the shower. I feel guilty and ashamed as I watch them go.

But a few moments later, her cries ring out from the bathroom along with the sound of the shower.

This woman.

She’s enchanted all of us.

And as happy as I am that our plan worked, I can’t help but worry about what will happen when our time is up.

Chapter Sixteen

GINA

I wake with a start in Mitch’s bed, in a room filled with bright sunlight.

Was it all a dream? I blink several times. Maybe I’d been so agitated by my argument with Jeb, I only dreamed that he’d taken me over and over. That I’d come for him again and again, then again under Nico, then again with Mitch in the shower.

For a moment, I dare to hope that out-of-control slut wasn’t really me. But then I move, and everything hurts.

My pussy. My thighs. My arms. There’s even a crick in my neck. My body feels like it completely shattered yesterday and then somehow fused back together again. And my stomach feels like an empty cave. Probably, because I hadn’t eaten since…oh God, dinner last night.

There’s a Death Buddha shirt on the edge of the bed. I sniff at it. It’s clean, so I put it on and make my way to the kitchen. Food first. Then a bath to soothe my aching muscles.

I’m grateful to hear the sound of hammers coming from above when I emerge from the room. Luckily the guys are working upstairs today. That means I won’t have to do the walk of shame this morning—

“There she is!” Nico calls out when I reach the kitchen’s open doorway.

He’s at the counter, making sandwiches.

I stop. Too mortified to look him in the eye as I ask, “What are you doing down here?”

“I’m making us sandwiches for lunch,” he answers. “I was just about to go knock on your door to see if you were up.”

“I slept all the way to lunch?” I ask, cheeks burning.

He chuckles. “You slept all the way to lunch, through dinner, through breakfast the next day…Mitch and Jeb were worried you weren’t ever going to get up. But I told them to let you sleep. I know we wore you out. Here, take this first sandwich. I got nitrate free lunch meat delivered, so it’s safe.”