Page 50 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Tucker

I didn’t lose her.

At least not over not wanting to live with Evan and Christopher. We’re going to make this work.

That’s not to say I won’t screw other things up in the future, but I realized tonight that having these other two men around might help me in those instances.

They can help me with the right thing to say, help Finley really hear me, and help us remember what’s really important.

It will be like having two really intimate best friends.

Eventually.

Though probably quicker than I expect.

My relationship with these men is going to be unlike any I’ve ever had before.

And they seem ready to be patient with me about it.

I’m ready.

But right now, I’m focused on my girl.

Our girl.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I tell her.

Her eyes light up. I smile.

“Really?” she asks. “All of us?”

“Really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Finley,” I say, standing up and tugging her to her feet. “We are definitely going to need to get to the point where you don’t ask me that every time. I won’t suggest things I’m not sure about, okay?”

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with emotion. Hope. Relief. Happiness. Love.

I want to see hope, happiness, and love in those eyes forever. But I don’t want there to be a reason for her to feel relief.

I bend and sweep her up into my arms. “Christopher is the one who likes brats,” I say as she giggles. I start toward the stairs. “ I like when you just listen.”

“Yes, sir,” she tells me. She looks over her shoulder at the other two.

“Hey now, I like to be called sir ,” Christopher says.

“Then you’d better come with us and make sure she calls you that,” I say.

I know I need to start things off here to show all of them that I’m fully on board.

Not just with sharing in the bedroom but with inviting these men into my life, and my life with Finley.

We’ve done this sex thing before, but it’s different now.

We’ve laid everything out now, so me inviting them in, opening up, sharing all of this means more.

I’m good with that.

“What are you going to call me, Fin?” Evan asks from behind me as I climb the stairs with her in my arms. “How about Oh, God ?”

She laughs. “I have a feeling you’ll hear that a lot.”

“Exactly.”

I can easily picture the wink he gave her even though he’s behind me.

“Which one?” I ask her at the top of the stairs.

“Second door on the right.”

As soon as we’re in her room with the door shut, I realize that the sex-capades with all four of us will be better at my place or Christopher’s in the future. This bedroom is not very big.

“Gonna be a tight fit, boys,” I say, dropping her onto the queen-sized mattress.

“Yeah, it is,” Christopher says, his gaze on Finley.

She’s flushed and smiling and looks incredible in the middle of the bed about to be ravished by three men who adore her.

She’s clearly so damned happy. My heart squeezes. Is this not at all what I pictured for myself and a little strange sometimes when I think about it? Sure. But when I look at this woman and she looks like this ? I would do anything to put that look on her face and keep it there.

Fuck…even move in with these two guys and share toothpaste and have their socks mixed in with mine.

But maybe it won’t come to that.

I climb up onto the bed, bracing myself over her and look into her eyes. “Finley?”

“Yeah?” she asks, her voice breathless.

“This is all about you. I am all about you. So what do you want?”

“Anything?” she asks, her expression turning a little mischievous.

I steel myself. Am I really up for whatever she’s going to come up with?

There’s a not-zero chance that this girl is going to test me hard.

But I nod. I not only love Finley, but I trust Christopher and Evan.

Whatever it is will be fine. As not-awkward as it can be.

And she’ll be the center of it. “Anything.”

Her gaze flits past my shoulder to the other two men in the room. “I’ve had a really dirty fantasy for a while now.”

“Do tell,” Christopher says, his voice lower than usual with lust.

“Well…” She starts to wiggle underneath me, working her sweater up, baring her stomach.

I take the opportunity to lower my head and kiss the exposed smooth skin.

“I would love…” Her voice gets muffled as the sweater covers her face.

Being the good guy that I am, I help her sweep it over her head and toss it to the floor, leaving her in only a sweet peach-colored bra. I drag a hand from her neck, over one breast, to her stomach.

“Go on,” I tell her, running my hand over her again, just absorbing the feel of her silky skin.

She takes a deep breath, her lids heavy. “I want Evan to fuck me while Christopher fucks him.”

My brows lift, and I hear the other men groan. I look over my shoulder. “Well, guys, you heard the lady.”

Evan is already undressing. Christopher is alternating between watching him and Finley.

“I definitely heard the lady,” he confirms. His gaze lands on her. “That’s going to be deep and hard. You sure?”

She nods eagerly. “Very.” She starts working on the button and zipper of her jeans.

“You’re going to have to get her ready for that,” Christopher tells me, going to work on his own pants. “She’ll have to be very ready.”

I look down at her and grin. “Well, if I have to, I have to.”

She laughs. “Thanks for your help.”

I knock her hands out of the way and lean back onto my heels so I can strip her jeans and panties down her legs and off.

“What’s the point of having three boyfriends if you can’t get all the help you need any time you need it?

” I ask. “You will never have a jar you can't open, a leak that goes unrepaired, a date night alone, or…” I lean back over her and kiss her.

“A pussy that needs to be hot and wet and primed for a good hard fucking.”

She moans, then laughs. “That is the best promise ever.”

“Take your bra off, Finley.”

She complies, tossing it away.

I lean in and latch onto one of her nipples, while running my calloused hand over the other. They both harden deliciously, and she moans, arching her back. I suck harder and tug on the other, making her legs shift on the mattress.

I hear the sound of kissing behind us and realize that Christopher and Evan are getting warmed up as well.

And my competitive streak kicks in. I want to make watching Finley come apart so compelling that it’s all they can focus on. I grin against her breast. Yes, I’m going to make having three boyfriends the best thing that ever happened to our girl.

I slide down her body, dragging my mouth over her sweet skin, and she parts her legs for me.

“See, she’s not always a brat,” I say, running my big hands up and down her inner thighs and spreading them further. “Sometimes she’s such a good girl.”

“Yes, when she’s greedy for our mouths and cocks,” Christopher says.

I lean in and lick a long, firm swipe against her inner thigh, stopping just short of her outer labia.

“Is that what it is, Finley?” I ask, my voice gruff as I look up her body and find her playing with her nipples.

“Are you just greedy to be fucked? Is that the only reason you’re being so agreeable? ”

She nods. “I need you all so much.”

I chuckle at the indirect agreement that she wouldn’t be so easy to get along with if she wasn’t horny and in need of fucking. I get more comfortable between her thighs, my wide shoulders making her spread her knees even further. She looks wanton, and so needy.

I spread her open with my thumbs and look at all the sweet, wet pinkness in front of me, that I’m already completely addicted to.

I’ll never want another woman, ever. “When you’re like this, it’s hard to remember how much trouble you’ve always been for me,” I tell her. I lean in and blow on her clit.

She whimpers.

“The curse, the bitchy attitude when I first showed up at the firm, your smart mouth, the way you made me hate-fuck you against the wall the first time.”

Her light laugh sounds a little choked as she gasps when I put my mouth against her clit and lick my tongue in quick flicks.

“Made you?” she asks, practically panting. “You loved every second of that.”

I most certainly did. I give her a light suck and lift my head. “I did. Would it be okay if I sometimes pretend to still hate you? You know, when I’m railing you against a wall?”

She gives me a grin. “I’d be disappointed if you got all mushy and sweet on me all the time, Tuck.”

“Good answer.” I lower my head and reward her with a hard suck and then several long licks.

I fuck her with my tongue—her taste my new favorite flavor. Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking gently, and then harder as I add two fingers, working her toward the edge of her first orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” Evan says.

I feel him move up to the side of the bed.

“Spread wide open, letting Tucker feast on you. Ready to give all three of us your body all night.”

I feel her pussy spasm around my fingers at his dirty talk.

“I fucking love that you have dirty fantasies,” Christopher adds. “I hope you tell us every single one. I hope we inspire so many more.”

“I think about the three of you all the time,” she says, her voice breathless.

“All the things you can do to me. And I know you’ll agree to do anything I want.

All the things you’ll do to each other. All the ways and places and positions you’re going to fuck me.

I can’t wait until I’m done working at the office and you can bend me over your desk. ”

Christopher groans, but Finley’s pussy is clenching around my fingers as she talks.

“Oh damn, I hope I’m there for that,” Evan says. “I’ve had some pretty vivid fantasies myself since she came to work for us.”

I have to lift my head to add, “I’ll admit those skirts and heels and that conference table where we first met have entered a few of my dirty dreams too.”

Finley moans, and her pussy tightens.

“You want that?” I ask, fucking my fingers in and out. “We could spread you out on that conference table between all three of us. But you’d really prefer that to a bed?”

“It’s the idea that we might get caught,” she admits. “And the thought of Christopher walking in and getting hard every time after that.”

He chuckles darkly. Her other two men are on either side of her, stroking, pinching, squeezing, kissing and sucking everywhere they can reach.

“As if I don’t get hard everywhere in the office now that you’ve been there. The break room, my office, for sure the conference room.”

She grins up at him smugly. “I love that.”

“Of course you do, brat,” he tells her, but his tone and expression are full of affection.

I return my mouth to her clit, sucking hard, fucking her with my fingers, and hoping that she has vivid images going in her mind as I ratchet her orgasm closer and closer to completion.

I have Christopher and Evan helping, playing with her nipples, kissing her, and talking dirty, and I curl my fingers against her G-spot just as Evan says, “I’d hike your skirt up and pull you into my lap right in front of Christopher’s desk. While he’s on a conference call.”

That sends her tumbling over the edge, crying out and coming all over my fingers and tongue.

“Good girl,” I praise again.

Christopher gives me a grin. “Naughty girl.”

I nod and kiss her inner thigh. “Exactly how we like her.” I meet her gaze. “And don’t think I don’t have some ideas about my work sites. Of course, you’d have to wear a hardhat.”

She laughs. “You in nothing but a tool belt? Yes, please.”

“Those workbenches would be about the right height, wouldn't they?” Evan asks.

“For sure,” I tell him. I grin at her. “I’d even spread out a drop cloth, so you didn’t get a splinter.”

She laughs. “Gee, thanks.”

I crawl up her body and kiss her deeply, then pull back and lift my fingers to her mouth. “Clean me up.”

Her eyes go from mirthful to lustful in a second, and she closes her lips around my fingers, sucking and licking.

Then I move up to the head of the bed, propping pillows against the headboard. I lean back, then pull her up, settling her back against my front, and cradling her between my thighs. “Now, I believe you had a request.”

She looks up at me with surprise. “Like this?”

“Yeah.”

I don’t have to say anything more. Evan and Christopher are going to take her this way, with me holding her.

I’ll be a part of it. I’m not fucking her, but I’m still here as a part of it, almost offering her up to them.

I’ll be able to see everything, another man fucking my woman, but giving her the ultimate pleasure with my full consent, and participation.

It’s a gesture. And I think they all understand.

A shudder goes through her. “Oh my God, this is so hot.”

“And we haven’t even started yet.” I smooth both hands down her body to her thighs and grasp one in each hand, spreading her open and hooking her legs over mine to keep her spread wide. Then I cup both breasts, squeezing and plucking at the nipples.

“She’s all yours,” I tell Evan, meeting his gaze.

He blows out a breath. “Holy shit. This really is hot.”

They’re both already down to their underwear, and Christopher wastes no time in stripping Evan’s down his legs and then taking Evan’s cock in hand.

“Give our girl what she wants,” he tells him, kissing then biting the side of Evan’s neck. “I’ll be right behind you.” He gives Finley and me a wink and a grin.