The Ruckus

For fuck’s sake. This town. Diplomatically, I didn’t express my thoughts aloud. But my eye-rolling might have given it away. “Why the hell would he—never mind. It doesn’t even matter at this point. But if y’all see him, tell him he really should mind his own business.”

First, I dealt with my childhood bullies. And I dealt with them all right. And next, I get Randy Johnson sticking his nose in. Another most annoying blast from the past.

He won’t be getting the same treatments as Micah and Axel, that’s for sure.

Randy wasn’t too shy about coming forward. Unfortunately, he never seemed to take no for an answer. It was as if he thought my rejecting his advances was just an obstacle to overcome, and if he asked me out enough times eventually, I’d say yes.

Well, red or black in a casino might be fifty-fifty. But yes and no don’t work like that.

“He should be used to me not returning his calls,” I huffed, and walked over to hug my girls. “But thank you. And thanks again for coming here to check on me, but I promise I’m good. I’ll talk to you all later.”

I turned to Micah and Axel once everyone had walked out and the door had shut behind them. “Sorry about that. I didn’t even—”

“No need to apologize for anything,” Axel smiled as he walked over and hugged me. “Your friends were worried. It’s nice that they came looking for you. I respect that.”

“I do, too,” Micah nodded, moving in to make it a group hug.

Their bodies were pressed against me, and I couldn’t help but place a hand on each of their hard chests as they both held me close. I didn’t want them to back away.

“There’s an antique bed back there on the set,” I said, looking up at Micah’s face and then to Axel’s. “Is it real? Will it hold up under our weight?”

“That thing is as sturdy as they come,” Axel nodded, already taking me by the hand to lead me back toward the bed. “We’ll show you.”

Being so close to them had crumpled my full, cumbersome skirt a little, but they didn’t seem to notice, and I was too distracted by them to care.

“We need to help you out of that dress again,” Micah said, stopping behind me once we’d made it to the foot of the bed. I lifted my hair in the back as his hands immediately went to the zipper. As much as I loved playing around in beautiful old costumes—even ones that weren’t quite as historically accurate as I would have liked—I enjoyed letting the guys undress me even more.

Micah unzipped, and Axel held out a hand, helping me step free of the restricting historical garments. Once I was naked in front of them, I felt Micah’s hands lightly, almost reverently, skimming down my shoulders and back while Axel captured my mouth and pulled me close.

It was impossible to get enough of their hands and mouths on me, with every single touch and kiss sending jolts of warm, wet heat straight through my body.

“God, that feels good,” I sighed, happily closing my eyes and letting them take care of me. “Please don’t stop.”

“We’re just getting started, sexy,” Micah murmured into my ear, pressing up against my back. I made out his thrilling hard length through the fabric of his long johns. “We aren’t going to stop until you come.”

“That’s right,” Axel said, grinning, when I opened my eyes again. “Lay down here on this bed and let us make you feel good.”

They didn’t have to convince me at all. With a little help, I reclined onto the mattress, inviting Micah between my spread legs as Axel climbed up next to me.

“So pretty for me,” Micah whispered, reaching between my legs and stroking my slick folds with his gentle fingers. He worked his way along the length, dipping into my moist entrance and then up toward my most sensitive spot. He circled my clit. So close. So gentle. So teasing. I felt so hard, swollen, and desperate for his touch.

I sucked in a sharp breath and arched my back, pressing myself against Micah’s hand while Axel dropped his head to my breast, his teeth gently grazing across my nipple until I couldn’t stop myself from crying out for both of them.

“Please, please, please,” I chanted, twisting and thrusting my body to get closer to those fingers and that mouth. “Oh God, yes... yes.”

They had somehow managed to light up every nerve ending in my body, making me come alive in ways I’d never even imagined before. Did this still count as just getting started?

Lord, I wasn’t sure if I could make it without passing out, but I was determined to try.

Two of Micah’s fingers slipped in and out of me, taking my breath away.