Unconventional Page 14

“I… I guess I just—”

  “Any of us can have you, remember?” said Noah. “Individually. All at once…”

  He leaned forward, breathing the words into my ear. Making them husky and sexual, as he moved to take my hand.

  “Anytime we want you, right?” Noah whispered. His hand took my hand. Suddenly my palm was filled with warmth and hardness.

  I smiled knowingly. “Oh.”

  “Right now for instance.”

  He’d taken his own bottoms off without me knowing. A second later he had them slung over his shoulder, along with mine, while we floated weightlessly in the soothing waters.

  Noah reached down, and guided himself inside me. It was a simple thing. My legs were already wrapped around him.

  Mmmmmm…

  It felt like being impaled on something warm and wonderful. Every little movement to remain on the surface drove him deeper inside me.

  “I’m having you right now,” he said, so close to my face our lips were touching. “And I could’ve had you last night. Or this morning. Or whenever I wanted to.” He took my hips in his hands and thrust upward. “Right?”

  “Yes,” I breathed into his mouth. I wanted to kiss him again. “Fuck yes.”

  “Then there’s nothing to be jealous of,” said Noah. “We’re all friends, the three of us. Friends who share.”

  He nodded toward shore, where Julian and Chase were sitting cross-legged, chatting and enjoying a beer. They weren’t even paying attention to us. I had no idea if they even realized what was going on.

  “I might get angry at Chase from time to time, but we’re a team. That happens.”

  His thrusts became even more regular as his hands slid back to my ass. Noah was floating for the both of us now. Bouncing me on his cock, as tiny waves rippled around us.

  “We’re all a team,” he said. “The four of us. We all have the same goal right now, and that’s to get this property all squared away for you.”

  I was losing focus. He felt too fucking good inside me… the spreading warmth in my belly threatening to trigger a hard, violent orgasm, right here wrapped around him.

  “W—What happens afterward?” I felt myself asking. It was a question I’d never really thought about. The words had just formed in my mind, then tumbled straight from my lips.

  Floating there with my arms over his shoulders, Noah shrugged. “Whatever you want to happen,” he whispered huskily, then pressed his lips to mine.

  I kissed him deeply, melting into his body. Almost like I was trying to merge with him, and become a part of his very being. The water felt cool against our skin. But everywhere we touched — especially where he was in me — it felt warm, and safe, and wonderful.

  “I never want to leave you out,” I breathed, kissing him some more. “I always want you… want you to…”

  My orgasm came in waves, like the ripples on the lake. They struck me over and over again, vibrating me with intense pleasure. My ankles locked behind his body. My thighs squeezed my lover’s flanks so hard, I thought I could almost crush him with my legs.

  Then I felt Noah go off inside me, and my eyes flared wide.

  Ohhhh…

  Pulse after pulse. Jet after hot jet, splashing inside me.

  FUCK that’s HOT…

  It happened silently, wordlessly, without even a grunt or a groan. One minute he was screwing me steadily beneath the waves, then next my lover was emptying himself inside me. His cock pulsing, twitching. Giving me every last drop of him, in our secret sanctuary beneath the waves.

  And through it all — our eyes. Never looking away. The two of us, sharing this moment together — just Noah and I — while the others talked and the world spun and the rest of life on the planet went on.

  He stayed inside me for a long time when it was over, just kissing and touching me and playing with my hair. Then we parted, and he brought his knees up. Deftly he slipped back into his boxers, and handed my own bottoms back to me.

  “You’re too good at this,” I smirked, eyeing him sideways. “You’ve done this before.”

  Noah kissed me once more, before turning to face the shore. “Not with anyone that mattered,” he said as he swam away.

  Then, in a lower, more private tone:

  “Until now.”

  Forty

  MADISON

  We spent the rest of the day at the lake, just the four of us. Talking and flirting and laughing… eating and drinking our fill, until the cooler of our little picnic ran dry.

  When it got hot, we swam. When we cooled off, we lounged out in the sun. It was one of those long summer days that seemed to stretch on forever, which was perfect as far as I was concerned, because I never wanted to see it end.

  I was touching the guys all afternoon. Kissing them all over. I spent hours cuddling up beside them, or laying atop their great big chests and playing all sorts of fun games with the tips of my fingernails.

  Their bodies became my own personal playground. A whole sea of rippled abdominals; acre upon acre of swollen biceps and triceps, all mine, every last sun-bronzed inch, for the taking.

  I felt greedy. Spoiled and pampered, beyond measure. And then as the shadows grew long, they took me, one by one. Made love to me right there on the blankets in a slow, lazy haze… while the others watched, or touched, or made out with me as I lay there, legs spread apart, gently rocking.

  It was the perfect day. The living personification of every one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. I had Julian… Noah… Chase. All focused on me. All of them bent on my pleasure, even as they used my willing body take their own.

  Eventually, dusk crept up on us. I lay in a contented cocoon of warm man-flesh, my swollen sex throbbing happily between my legs.

  “We should probably go.”

  Julian’s words came abruptly, as he sat up and pulled on his shirt. I was sorry to see it happen. It was like he was putting away my toys.

  “One more round?” I purred, raising an eyebrow. To emphasize my point I slid my palm down the flat of my stomach, letting it come to rest between my thighs.

  “Insatiable bitch,” Chase teased.

  “Hey, you created this monster,” I winked at him. Then, after still not receiving an answer: “So…?”

  “Back in your bed maybe,” Noah allowed. “Sure.”

  “And after some food,” grunted Julian in agreement.

  A breeze picked up, and suddenly I wanted my castle. I wasn’t even sure whose turn it was to stay over. Not that it mattered, of course. I loved having all three of them just the same.

  There’s that word again…

  “C’mon then,” I said, getting all excited all over. I sat up. “It’s a little late for dinner, but I can always nuke a frozen pizza.”

  We scrambled for our clothes, stuffed our empties back in the cooler, and folded our picnic blanket. Between the four of us we were packed up and leaving in under two minutes.

  “We should do this every week,” declared Noah.

  “We should do this multiple times a week,” Chase countered.

  I smiled and focused on the pleasant buzz I had going. It paired perfectly with the feeling of satiation and fullness I already felt, in the warmth and heat below my navel.

  It wasn’t quite yet dark by the time we approached the castle, but it was close. The looming curtain wall — and the shadows of the keep beyond — lent the landscape an eerie, almost haunted look.

  But it was also romantic. Especially with the guys at my side.

  You live in a castle, Madison. A fucking castle.

  The thought usually hit me once or twice a month. It was always at random, and it always astounded me.

  And now you have three hot boyfriends.

  That part twisted a secret little knot, deep in my stomach. Did I really have boyfriends? Or were these men nothing more than my employees, holding up their end of our arrangement… while I upheld mine?

  No. It’s more than that and you know it.

  I did know it. Our rel
ationship went far beyond the work they were doing for me, at least as far as I was concerned. The real question was, did they know it?

  Maybe… maybe not.

  On some levels, I knew our agreement was twisted and wrong. Well, maybe not wrong. What did Julian call it? Unconventional?

  It could easily be that I was misreading them. That they were still here for the reason most guys would be. Then again, all three of them had agreed to help finish the renovations on their own. They’d done it freely, without expecting anything in return.

  In that respect, our unorthodox little arrangement had come afterwards.

  I decided I was reading too much into things. Rather than worry about the origins of how this all started — or speculating over how it might end — I should probably be enjoying it while it lasts.

  The guys sure are.

  I smiled inwardly and squeezed two hands. Chase was on my left, Noah on my right. Julian was just ahead of us, leading the way through the gate and across the dimly-lit courtyard.

  We reached the keep, still talking, still laughing. But my laughter died as I saw something tacked to my front door.

  “What is it?”

  Julian pulled it down. He read it quickly, scowled, then dropped his arms at his sides.

  Oh no.

  A sense of dread and hopelessness crept over me. I took the sheet in two trembling hands, as Chase and Noah looked on.

  It was a checklist, from the inspector. The same itemized list we’d been working on for the last two years… plus an additional four renovations that had never been mentioned before. All of them marked as ‘Required For Historical Status.’

  “Well fuck me sideways,” I groaned, dropping the paper to the ground.

  “Been there, done that,” Chase sighed, picking it up.

  Forty-One

  MADISON

  “This is utter and complete bullshit,” snarled Noah, getting even louder now. “And you all know it!”

  The Midlothian county clerk glanced back at him with the same impassivity as she had with every other customer in line. You’d think she’d be angry, or at the very least, offended. That she’d frown back at my lover with a look of disdain.

  But no, she was a professional. She was a seasoned veteran of this type of encounter, and probably several times a day.

  “I’m sorry sir, but that’s your checklist,” she said. She pointed without looking at the top left corner of it. “And this is your deadline.”

  Noah growled, and I squeezed his hand. We’d been at this forty-five minutes already, with two different clerks. And that’s not including the nearly two hours we’d already spent in line.

  “I’m telling you, half this stuff was added well after her application was filed,” said Noah. “There’s no way—”

  “Any additional work outside the scope of your original permit requires a variance,” the woman said mechanically. She was short, squat and well past middle-age, with wild, bluish hair. Thick-rimmed glasses rounded out her look, along with far too much lipstick and eyeshadow.

  “We don’t want a variance!” Noah practically shouted. “We’re trying to do less work, not more work, you thick-headed dip—”

  “What my boyfriend means is,” I cut in, “that additional work is being added to our job by the inspector himself.”

  “You’ll still need to apply for a variance,” the woman said, shaking her head.

  “Where is our inspector?” Noah demanded. “Can we see him?”

  The woman heaved a monumental sigh, her shoulders dropping like we just asked for something totally ridiculous and unreasonable. I wondered if these types of people were grown from pods, and then implanted once fully-developed into government offices and DMV’s around the world.

  “What’s your inspector’s name?”

  “Sinclair,” I answered numbly. “No, wait… I mean, Burrell. Thomas Burrell.”

  “Inspector Burrell’s not here,” she said immediately.

  “Could you actually check?” Noah seethed, his thick New York accent dripping with sarcasm.

  “I don’t have to check,” the woman said coolly. “Inspector Burrell is on holiday.”

  “For how long?”

  Now it was the woman’s turn to scowl. I could tell right away she wouldn’t answer the question.

  “Is there anyone else you’d like to speak to?” she asked coldly.

  “Yes,” said Noah. “Your boss.”

  “My… boss?

  “Whoever’s above you,” he snapped. “Manager. Supervisor. Chain of command. Anyone with a pulse who signs your paych—”

  “Perhaps I could be of some help to you?”

  A man stepped in all prim and proper, looking slim and clean and well-kept. As he took the place of the woman, his entire demeanor was as smooth as his velvety voice.

  “We need to know why all this stuff was added to our task list,” I said, pointing downward. “It’s new stuff. Last minute stuff.”

  On the other side of the counter, the man looked down at his own file. The folder was thick, filled with papers of varying colors and sizes.

  “You’ve been working on this property for some time now,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  “And your final inspection is within the next ten days.”

  “Exactly,” I said. “Which is why—”

  “I’m sorry, but the requirements are the requirements,” he said, looking over his own copy of the checklist. “Inspector Sinclair has outlined—”

  “Burrell,” Noah interrupted. “She’s dealing with Burrell now.” He growled in frustration. “You make all these demands, but you people can’t even get your own shit straight.”

  The man didn’t even react. Instead he shrugged, almost imperceptibly. “That’s fine. I just don’t see what you need me to do, here. If you’re trying for historical status, you’re aware you need to meet all of the requirements.”

  “I’m trying to,” I said. “I just can’t… do it all by the deadline.”

  The man behind the counter leafed through several of the papers in rapid succession. For a full minute he said nothing.

  “If you want her to do all this,” Noah finally said, “she needs an extension.”

  The clerk raised a single eyebrow. It made him look even more prudish.

  “How much of an extension?”

  “Two months,” said Noah.

  The clerk’s face broke into a white-toothed smile. “No,” he chuckled glibly. “I’m afraid not.”

  “One month then,” I cut in. “Just another four weeks.”

  “I’m sorry,” the man said, glancing back at the folder, “but this property has already been granted multiple extensions.”

  “But with these new requirements,” I pleaded, “I won’t even have the money to—”

  “Financial concerns are not our problem,” the man said waving my statement away. The way it rolled off his tongue, it was obviously a line he used often. “If you didn’t have the money to bring this property up to par, you shouldn’t have purchased it.” He paused to look back at the paperwork. “Or rather… your husband Travis shouldn’t have—”

  “That’s my uncle, not my husband,” I said curtly. “And he’s deceased. He left me the property when he got… when he…”

  The man across the counter looked at me, and I saw his eyes change. They went a little softer, grew a little rounder. In that one tiny moment, he seemed to understand.

  “Two weeks,” he practically whispered, glancing left and right. With deft movements he picked a form from a nearby shelf and slid it my way. “Fill this out, and I’ll grant you an additional two weeks before final.” He let out a resigned sigh. “That’s the absolute best I can do.”

  Inwardly I felt a little sick. Noah slapped his hands at his side, helplessly.

  “Thanks,” I said, totally unsure whether or not I meant it.

  Forty-Two

  MADISON

  “Soo… your place, huh?” I grinned smug
ly from the passenger seat. “Wow. I feel kinda honored.”

  “You won’t for long,” Noah said, shaking his head. “Trust me, our place is a dump.”

  “Why are you bringing me there, then?”

  He turned the wheel, pulling onto another gravel road. This one was even thinner than the last one.

  “Tools,” he said again. “As I told you, the extra stuff they want done requires some tools we don’t yet have on site.”

  “Uh huh. And you have these tools at your house?”

  “Trailer,” he corrected me. “And yes. They’re Chase’s tools and technically they’re under my house, but who’s keeping track?”

  Our apparent failure at the county clerk’s office had somehow turned into a marginal victory. We hadn’t gotten answers on the additional work, at least but two more weeks was two more weeks. Supply-wise, I’d have to come up with some more money, though. Somehow. Some way.

  And then there was Noah, fighting for me. Trying to get me an additional two months, without even blinking an eye. I couldn’t even imagine the guys working that much longer without pay. Luckily though, I had a few ideas to fix that little problem.

  “And you’re sure you’re not just bringing me home for other reasons?” I teased, as we turned again. I slid one hand playfully onto his thigh. “You know… to maybe show me your bedroom, or—”

  “Baby,” Noah laughed. “I’ve had you in a castle, on a king-sized bed. What makes you think I’d want you in a dirty nine by ten-foot bedroom?”

  “To make it even dirtier?” I flirted back.

  He turned to look at me, and I saw the hunger was back in his eyes. Maybe I’d been joking. Maybe I hadn’t. But all of a sudden, the wheels in his head were turning.

  “Well you did call me your boyfriend back there,” he pointed out.

  “Yeah. So?”

  “Is that what I am to you?”

  I wasn’t sure what kind of answer he was looking for. I decided to go with my gut instinct.

  “You are, as far as I’m concerned,” I told him, trying to sound casual. “I mean you care for me. You spend time with me.” I shrugged coyly. “You screw my socks off…”