Page 40 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

I’ve already noticed tonight that she and Evan have a very easy, natural rapport. He makes her laugh seemingly without trying and touches her casually, yet affectionately, and she leans into it.

Christopher can take her breath away and make her blush with simple words. It seems their chemistry is a little spicier. She likes his touch too, but it makes her a little more aware .

I want to make an impression too. I want to be something meaningful to her and I realize I need to be different from Christopher and Evan.

I take her hand and lead her up the front path to the door as Christopher pulls into the driveway.

We wait on the porch until the guys join us.

“Love your house,” Evan says.

“Thanks. I’m not right on the beach, but it’s an easy two-block walk. And we can hear the ocean from my deck.” I unlock the door and push it open, gesturing for them to go in ahead of me. “But I don’t expect we’re going to be out on the deck for a while,” I say as Christopher passes in front of me.

He grins. “She hasn’t panicked realizing what she’s getting into?”

“Maybe a little. Not because of the sex, but I told her she didn’t get to make this just about sex.”

Christopher nods. “And she’s still here. That’s a good sign.”

I step in behind them, push the door shut and lock it. I toss my keys onto the little table in the foyer. I could offer them drinks or food or small talk, but really…why?

“Okay, here’s the thing. Finley owes me a rain check on a few things from our last time together, so, since this is my house, I’m calling first dibs.

Also, you guys are great, and I have no problem with you being together or being with Finley, but I am straight and don’t really want to touch any boys.

Other than what I suspect will be accidental, casual touches because we’ll be in close proximity.

” I look at Finley. “She’s not very big, so it could get… tight.”

Finley blushes.

Evan and Christopher both huff out laughs.

“No problem,” Evan says. “Christopher and Finley are more than enough for me.”

“Same. You’re a great guy, Tucker, but I don’t feel that way about you,” Christopher says.

I actually find myself grinning. They’re making this very easy and not awkward at all.

All three of us turn to look at Finley at the same time. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide. I’m not sure she’s breathing.

“My bedroom is the first door at the top of the steps on the right,” I tell her. “You walk yourself up there. You take your clothes off. If anytime between this door and naked on the bed, you change your mind, we call this off. But if you make it to that point, you’re mine.”

Other than using her safe word, but I know that’s a given here.

She looks from me to Evan to Christopher and then back to me. “Okay.” Then she turns on her heel and starts for my stairs.

I give her a ten-second head start, but I take the steps two at a time once I get there.

She’s already naked when I stride into the bedroom. She’s standing next to the bed and my gaze rakes over her. She’s so fucking beautiful. Will I share her just so I can have some of her? Some of this body, some of her time, some of her heart and humor?

Fuck yes.

Whatever it takes.

“Lie back on the bed,” I tell her as I yank my shirt over my head. “I told you the next time we’re together, I’m spreading you out and taking it slow.”

Her breath catches, for me this time, but she does what I tell her. She sits at the foot of the bed, then scoots up until she’s lying on her back on top of my duvet. She looks perfect there.

And now I’m sure about the spreading her out part, but less so the taking it slow.

Evan and Christopher enter the room behind me. “Entertain yourselves for a little bit, boys,” I tell them. “I need to give this woman an orgasm before I fuck her. But I’ll spread her out, where we can see everything.”

“Seeing everything is absolutely fine by me,” Christopher says, moving to the side of the bed. He leans over and runs his fingers through Finley’s hair. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

“Somebody needs to touch me. I’m burning up and achy all over.”

“How about a kiss?” He leans over, bracing a hand beside her head and takes her mouth in a deep, slow kiss.

She makes a little whimpering noise as she arches up, wrapping her arms around his neck and trying to pull him closer.

I step to the foot of the bed and grasp one of her knees, holding her leg against the bed. “Just like this,” I say, spreading her thighs wide.

Jesus. She’s perfect. I cannot wait to have her taste on my tongue.

“They look good together, don’t they?” Evan asks me.

Seriously? Yes. It’s so weird to watch another man kissing the woman I want, the woman I love, but yes, they are very hot together. Christopher slides a hand down her stomach to her pussy and teases her clit.

“Let’s get you nice and sweet for Tucker,” he murmurs against her mouth.

“Oh God,” she chokes out.

“Let me help,” Evan offers, moving to the other side of the bed across from Christopher. He cups one of her breasts, teasing her nipple, squeezing gently, then tugging harder when she moans.

Her back arches and she gasps.

Christopher lifts his head. “Your turn,” he tells Evan, turning her face toward his boyfriend.

Evan leans to kiss her, and her fingers thread into his hair, holding him close.

He continues to tease her nipple on one side, and Christopher leans over, licking, then sucking the other one.

His hand is still between her legs, his finger sliding from her clit into her pussy. He makes a satisfied noise. “Oh yes, she’s ready for you, Tucker.”

I shed the rest of my clothes, then hit my knees. I reach up and scoop my hands under her ass, dragging her to the end of the bed. I lean in and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

“Fuck Finley,” I say on an exhale. “You’re amazing.”

“Tucker,” she whimpers.

I lick my way up the inside of her thigh, nipping at the area where her thigh creases into her pelvis.

Christopher removes his finger, lifting his hand to his mouth to lick off her sweetness.

I move my hands forward using my thumbs to spread her open, then lean in and give her a long lick, gathering up all the moisture Christopher helped gather.

She cries out, and I’m not sure if it’s from that or something one of the other men is doing.

And I don’t care.

This is surprisingly good with me. It’s all about Finley. Whatever makes her sound like that and more.

I lick again, then circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Tucker!” she exclaims.

I love that she will cry out my name, even with the other men here, but it feels much less like a competition than I expected.

A moment later, she cries out Evan’s name, but I’m not going to look up and see what he’s doing to her. It doesn’t matter as long as she’s feeling good.

I concentrate on giving her this first orgasm. Because I need to be buried inside her—deep and soon.

I lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue before replacing my tongue with my fingers after she’s arching and bucking against my face.

“Come for him, Finley. Let him taste you. Give him all that sweetness,” Christopher coaches.

Then she gasps and comes. Again, I don’t know if it’s completely just what I’m doing or if the other man helped out, but I don’t care. It is the most beautiful sound and sight and taste I’ve ever experienced.

I lift my head and kiss up her stomach, raising my eyes to her face.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous like this.

“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.

I’m even surprised that talking to her like this isn’t awkward with other people in the room.

“Yes,” she says simply.

I rise, stroking my cock. “Bedside table,” I tell Evan.

He understands what I mean without further instruction. He reaches into the drawer and pulls out the condoms. He tears one off and tosses it to me. I roll it on, and a moment later I’m dragging the head of my cock through her folds.

“Because I’m such a nice guy, I’m going to stay standing,” I tell her. “That gives all of us a really nice view of your gorgeous body as you get fucked.”

She doesn’t say anything specific to that, but moans.

“You guys good?” I ask, surprising even myself.

Christopher smirks. “We’re very good.”

“I don’t know,” Evan says, looking down at Finley as he answers. “I’m fucking hard as a rock and might come just watching you together.”

She strokes a hand down the front of his pants. “I can help,” she offers.

He looks to me. “Tucker has dibs.”

“Oh, our sweet girl has such a pretty mouth and very capable hands,” I say. “I don’t mind if she puts them to use.”

Christopher reaches across Finley and undoes Evan’s pants, pulling his cock out and giving him a long stroke.

Well, fuck. Here I am having sex with other men and their naked body parts right there .

And I don’t hate it.

I’ll probably think about that later, but Finley eagerly turns her head toward Evan and licks her lips. “I’ve missed you,” she says in a sultry voice.

He gives her a grin and pulls his fingers through her hair. “Are you talking to me or my cock?”

She laughs. “Yes.”

He groans as she runs her tongue over the base of his cock.

“You just tell me if you need more air while Tucker fucks you, okay?”

She nods, and he takes his cock in hand, dragging it over her lips.

She wraps her hand around the base and sucks him in deep.

Fuck.

I spread her thighs, position my cock and sink into her. She is wet and hot, and the way she groans around Evan’s cock is possibly the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

Jesus, she’s like a vice gripping me. A hot, velvety, wet vice.

“Jesus Christ, Finley,” I say through gritted teeth.

I’m afraid I’m gripping her thighs too hard, and I loosen my hold slightly, but I have to pull out and thrust in again. It’s pure instinct.

“That’s right, Fin, that’s a good girl, take them both,” Christopher praises her.

She pulls off of Evan’s cock. “Oh my God, Tucker!”

Yeah, I love that. A lot.

Then she looks up at Christopher. “I want you too.”

He strokes her hair back from her forehead. “Oh, you’re going to have all of us. You’ll be taking two of us at once. And the third in your mouth. Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”

The words send a surge of lust through me that has me thrusting even harder.

She moans and looks down at me. “That feels so good.”

“Tell us what you want,” I tell her.

It’s not just her and me now. It’s not me being in charge or having dibs or going first. I want her to be happy, and these other men are part of that.

“Let me touch you too,” she says, looking up at Christopher.

“I will always give you what you want,” he says, undoing his pants and stroking his cock. “Is this what you want?”

She nods and wraps a hand around it, stroking up and down the length, making Christopher growl. Then, she turns back to Evan and opens her mouth. He groans and slides past her lips.

I can’t help but pick up the rhythm between her thighs. I reach for her clit, circling it, pressing it, encouraging another orgasm from her.

And it’s not long.

With me fucking her, Evan fucking her mouth, and her hand stroking Christopher, it seems that Finley has found pure bliss.

It’s only a few minutes before she’s pulling off Evan’s cock and crying out as her pussy clamps down around me and she comes hard again.

I lean in, my hands braced on either side of her hips and hammer into her, hard and fast, filling the condom a moment later with a loud roar.

Evan jerks his cock above her and paints come over her breasts a few seconds later.

“Oh my God, that was so good,” Finley says. Then she looks up at Christopher, “Your turn.” She strokes him again.

But he clasps her wrist, stopping the motion, and gives her a wicked grin. “Tucker, get out of my way.”

I step back and the older man is immediately at the foot of the bed, flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips back so her ass is in the air, and giving her a slap to one cheek that makes her moan.

He got a condom at some point and rolled it on, because then he thrusts into her, fucking her from behind.

I had started for the bathroom to clean up, but I pause. Holy shit. They really are hot together.

Evan has slumped back against the pillows, but is watching them. He leans forward and brushes Finley’s hair away from her cheek so that we can see her face as Christopher fucks her into another orgasm.

“The. Most. Perfect. Pussy,” he tells her, thrusting into her. “Never want another.”

She cries out moments later, and he’s right behind her.

He lets her slip forward onto the mattress, and he climbs up beside her, stroking a hand up and down her back.

I stride into the bathroom and clean up, wondering what the fuck happens next. Maybe now I offer food and drink, like a good host? Can I Google “hosting an orgy etiquette”? Sure—right after I Google, “Is a foursome actually an orgy?”

When I get back to the bedroom though, Christopher has his pants back on and his shirt on, though unbuttoned.

Evan climbs off the bed and then scoops Finley up in his arms. “Come on, sweet thing.”

He starts for the bathroom, and I give Christopher a questioning look.

“Evan’s a master at aftercare. But we’ll teach you.”

I hear Evan murmuring to her as he starts the shower, and she gives him a soft response that I can’t quite make out.

“Is she okay?” I ask, crossing to my dresser and pulling out a pair of joggers. I pull them on without underwear and turn and face Christopher.

He nods. “She is great. She’s happy. She got just what she wanted.”

I take a deep breath. “I think you’re right.”

“But she’s going to try to pull back. Try to keep this just hot fun sex. She’s going to think that having three of us means that she doesn’t have to get close to any of us.”

I frown. So Christopher knows this too. That means it’s for sure going to happen.

“But we’re not gonna let her do that, right?”

Christopher gives me a smile. “We are absolutely not going to let her do that.”