Addicted to Her Curves

“Okay, fine.” She blew out a breath. “I don’t want to get attached. All of my life, people have come and gone from my life. You and Beau, I know you guys are amazing and there are a lot of women in town who would love to be where I am right now. I just … I’m scared of getting my heart broken. I don’t want to be in any kind of pain. Not like that.”

“You won’t be.”

“How do you know that?”

He kissed her hard. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he gripped the back of her head, ravishing her mouth. She opened up to him as he slid his tongue inside, meeting his with hers. Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Do you really think we’ll break your heart?”

“Not intentionally.”

“Don’t push us away, Connie. We’re yours for however long you want us.” He dropped his lips to her neck, then down to suck on her tits. He moved to her other one, then back before she lay back and he moved the sheet out of the way.

He climbed between her legs, pushing off his sweatpants as he touched her pussy. Wet. Always so wet.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

“Yes, but it won’t cause a problem between you and Beau, will it?”

“No,” he said.

Spreading the lips of her pussy, he slid in deep. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Beau had told him last night that he’d forgotten.

For him, it wasn’t a case that he’d forgotten, he simply wasn’t wearing one. He didn’t want to. Feeling her walls tighten around him, he knew he was in heaven.

No doubt about it. She was everything. Connie worried about them breaking her heart. She had to realize she owned them, each of them. There was no way they would ever hurt her. They wanted to keep her. To have a family. To make this work.

Pulling out so only the tip of his cock was inside her, he stared into her eyes, and filled her, feeling her gasp.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

She did, sitting back, his cock still within her. The lips of her pussy spread around his dick. Her clit was visible. He stroked across her clit, watching her as she started to moan and wriggle on his length.

Perfection.

The pleasure built and unlike last night, he let her come. The moment she did, he pounded inside her. He fucked her harder than he’d ever done so before.

The headboard slammed against the wall, echoing around the room along with their pants and gasps of pleasure. He pressed her tits together, biting on the tender flesh as he rode her harder. He would do whatever it took to make her their woman. When she came, he basked in her tight pussy, finding his own release, filling her pussy, mixing his cum with Beau’s. There was no turning back now.

They had each fucked her without a condom.

He didn’t know if Connie was even aware of it, but they now had to make her fall for each of them, to trust them.

Scott kissed her lips and smiled at her. “I hope one day you will realize you’re everything.”

Chapter Six

For two weeks, Connie had more sex than she’d had in her entire lifetime. There was a moment she really, truly believed she was addicted to it.

Then of course, the harsh reality had to visit.

Her period. Cramps. Sullen mood. Hunger. No sex.

The bar was thriving as the summer months often brought in a lot of tourists and regulars. Beau and Scott were already sitting at their usual table. A bunch of women had arrived only a half hour ago and it didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly what each woman wanted. Their gazes hadn’t left Scott or Beau.

Distracted, she ended up opening the wrong beers, frying up the wrong orders, and having to apologize.

She was thankful the regulars adored her and didn’t mind that she had to fix their orders and that they had to wait.

A couple of the women at the table were nudging a blonde, as if encouraging her to go over to the guys’ table.

Don’t be angry or jealous.

You told them you didn’t want the town to know.

Now her little condition seemed pointless.

After opening their two beers, she left the bar and walked over to them. Placing the bottles on the table, she offered each man a smile. “That table over there is going to try and get you to go home with them for the night,” she said.

Why are you doing this?

You sound crazy.

Completely and totally crazy.

She picked up their empty bottles.

Scott reached for her first. He held her wrist. This time, she didn’t glance around to see who saw. For the first time they’d been together, she didn’t care.

In fact, she hoped the women saw and knew he wasn’t interested. That they both weren’t interested.