Addicted to Her Curves

It was crazy.

They’d also agreed to her conditions about keeping their sex life private. She usually didn’t care what people thought of her, or at least, she dealt with it swiftly. With Scott and Beau, she had feelings for both men, and she didn’t want anyone interfering with their relationship, not right now. People had a tendency to meddle where they didn’t belong.

When the time was right and she knew for sure what was going on, she wouldn’t want it to be a secret forever, but for now, she felt it was important for all of them to keep it that way.

She finished off her water, and with her being off in fairyland with her thoughts, the time had passed way too quickly. She needed to get Beau and Scott out of her head and focus on work.

After picking up the order form, she went out back, counted everything, ticked off what she’d need, and then got to work on some of the food. She only offered basics.

The first of her staff began to arrive, along with a couple of the regular customers.

She ended up staining Scott’s shirt and having to change out of it, putting the fabric in to soak, and hoping it wasn’t his favorite shirt she’d just ruined.

With customers, she was able to focus on actual work, serving them some food and beer as they wanted.

She’d finally gotten into the flow of her job when Beau and Scott arrived. She’d been pouring beer into a glass and it ended up spilling over the edges, coating her hand. She jumped back, cursing her distraction. They were sexy, no doubt about that, but she should at least be professional.

They’d been coming into the bar for months, years even, and she hadn’t responded like this.

Now you know how they feel inside you and it’s driving you crazy.

She wanted them again.

Sex had never caused her to be like this. She was a level-headed woman. Sex was fun but right now, it dominated her thoughts.

After washing her hands, she cleaned the floor and finally turned her attention to her two men. That was going to take some getting used to.

“Hello, beautiful,” Scott said.

All she wanted to do was lean over the counter and kiss each man, but she couldn’t. She’d been the one to put in the clause that she didn’t want the town to know. The customers tonight were a mix of regulars and tourists.

Instead, she tucked her hair behind her ear and ran her hands down her thighs, which only made her remember the way Beau held her as he fucked her hard and fast. His cock had been so hard and because she’d made him come earlier in the night, he’d been able to go for longer. He’d given her multiple orgasms before he’d allowed her to find any kind of release.

Both of these men were deadly to her equilibrium.

“Did you get done with all of your work? Cars are fixed? Women are happy, men too?” she asked.

Beau chuckled. “All cars are fixed. Batteries replaced. My job as being the best damn mechanic is sealed.”

“Good news.”

“And the same goes for me,” Scott said. “I’ve got a lot of happy clients.”

She chuckled.

“And don’t think we don’t see what it is you really want,” Scott said. “I’d give anything right now to lean over this counter and kiss you senseless. This clause you’ve got, your condition, we need to change it.”

“Not going to happen,” she said, even if she wanted it to. She was starting to settle her roots. She loved the town, the community, and she wouldn’t risk it.

What about for love?

This made her pause.

She didn’t love these two men, yet, surely? No, not yet. Loving two men wouldn’t work. They were having a bit of fun.

Here she went, already putting pressure on a relationship when it really didn’t need it. She had to get her shit together and fast.

“How about I get you guys a beer?” she asked. Serving beer was what she was all about. She could handle drinks and all that entailed. It wasn’t complicated. It was easy. Anyone could do it.

Scott and Beau both agreed to the beers. She grabbed them their usual order and they took a seat in the corner. Both her men were a little predictable. Rather than let her waitress serve them, she did.

She needed to get her jealous streak under control or it was going to cause her a few troubles. Scott and Beau were hers, but only for as long as this lust lasted.

****

“I don’t like the way men look at her,” Beau said.

All day, he couldn’t get her out of his mind and watching her now, all he wanted to do was take her home, fuck her, and make her theirs once again.

“Did you see the way she looked at us?” Scott asked.