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I don’t see much of the guys in person for the next week, but we’ve been texting. I get busy restoring the house. Garrot’s been busy at work. Leyland went away for five days for work. A meeting out of town or something. I have not spoken with Karl at all. It’s Friday and as I push open the door to work, Leyland and Garrot are there.

  I feel like I'm falling for both of them, but scared to admit it to myself, let alone them. I never thought I'd be able to fall in love again, but it seems I’m more ready than I thought. They're easy to love. Last night, Gar and Le showed up at my door in the middle of the night.

  “This kitten was abandoned by her mummy, can we keep her?” Garrot said, a tiny bundle wrapped in a towel in his hands. My heart melted in my chest and of course, I said yes. So, we now have a kitten together. The three of us decided on the name ‘Ella’. She reminds me so much of the guys; funny, cute, and likes to snuggle into my neck as I sleep.

  “So, can we talk about what this big secret is now?” I ask after putting my bag in my locker.

  “Can we wait until Karl is with us? That way you get everything at once,” Leyland begs. Bloody hell. I guess I can wait to find out what they are not telling me. If it was really important, or bad, they would’ve told me by now. So, I'm not too worried. Also, I think I know what it is. They're either really rich or they're spies. Maybe both? James Bond 007 style. I know it might be naive of me, but I trust them. My heart tells me I’m safe with them. If it was something I really needed to know, they would tell me, with or without Karl. Besides, what if it's personal? I can't pry. I don't want to rock the boat I've just gotten into. I don't push them, and they don’t push me. It works.

  “Ok, but Karl better behave. Tonight, his house,” I reply firmly. My dreams continue every night, now a mix of everything I’ve seen so far. With each night that passes, the figures in the fog get closer, but I still can’t make out any of their features. All I can tell is the three of them are tall and two remain close, while the other is further back. The menacing male voice hasn’t spoken to me since the first time. I only see the cliff and the water below crashing into the rocks. I feel the heart-rending loss, and the overwhelming desire to stay with the three figures behind me. I'm still clueless as to what it all means. I don't tell the guys about it either, because even to me it seems crazy. They both give me a kiss on the cheek,

  “Hey, don't hog her, man!” Garrot fake growls at Leyland as his lips linger against my skin. His hand rests on my hip. Pulling back, he looks deeply into my eyes.

  “I’ll share, if you will,” Le replies, a huge smile on his beautiful face. I won't deny, I'm more than happy to be shared by them. They show no hint of being jealous. They seem to want to be with me, at the same time.

  “Always, brother,” Garrot says while pushing my hair back behind my ear. They both claim it’s normal, even expected in their culture. Who knew Yorkshire was so free with the sharing? They spend the rest of the work day regaling me with stories of threesomes, foursomes, and fivesomes; if that's even a word... I'm not really sure. Le makes a point at the beginning of each story to remind me that he never had sex before we slept together, he joined in with the foreplay, but never with penetration. Garrot confessed he’s been with men before but tells me he’s never been in an actual relationship. Hearing this makes me sad for them both.

  After one very vivid description of an orgy Garrot and Karl participated in, my mind was so lost in the story, and I was so bloody turned on, that I fazed out for a moment. They'd both just sat staring at me, I guess trying to work out how I felt about their pasts. To be honest, I don't care at all, I was just turned on. We all have pasts; it was their futures I was looking forward to.

  When Gar described how he didn’t know what body part belonged to who, so he sucked and licked his way around everyone, I imagined what seeing Gar and Le together would be like. Hmm, fucking hot! “Sex mad, you are totally sexaholics,” I'd said. Leyland had smugly reminded me he wasn't, but maybe I was the one who was sex mad. Maybe that will be true with these two, because all I can think about when I’m with them is getting their clothes off. But I stop myself. I’ve known them for a week, everything is moving at warp speed. And yet, I like it.

  Having two men give you so much of their focus and attention feels... empowering. For the first time in my life, I feel completely safe and loved. This week they’ve texted me more times than I can count. Their compliments have me doing more clothes shopping than I ever have in twenty-three years, last night I spent a lot of time online ordering new clothes. They tell me all the time how they think I’m sexy, so I feel sexy. I bought dresses and skirts, replaced my old, holey PJs with more adult appropriate bedclothes. Clothes that don’t have stains or holes. I even added some silk and lace in there, you know, for future sexy times.

  I’m not in the least bit against these two amazing men sharing me, either separately or together. I trust them with my heart and body. I can't wait to be ready to have them both at the same time. Shit, who wouldn't want these two hotter than Calvin Klein models in their bed? Hell yes, I want them both. I’m not ready to take that step yet. They say they have no problem waiting for me, but I feel the sexual tension radiating off them. They don’t push the issue, but it’s getting harder to ignore.

  I STRETCH OUT MY TIRED, aching muscles as I pad around my room, arching my back so my spine cracks and pops. The stocktake today was a bitch, and my body is protesting the constant heavy lifting and kneeling down. It's Friday, five-thirty pm, and I haven’t spoken to Karl since he barged into my home, shouting the odds a week ago. He's been texting me all week and the guys keep telling me he’s sorry, but I decided not to reply until I'd had a chance to calm down. I didn't want to cause a fight, so it was best we didn't talk until things were settled.

  DICKWEED

  Everly, I'm sorry. I am an idiot! Forgive me?

  Dickweed

  Babes, please. It was a dick move, I get that. I'm sorry, ok?

  Dickweed

  Everly, I'm not mad you won't text me back. I get it. Just please know, I only want to keep you safe. You mean so much to the three of us. To me.

  Dickweed

  The guys are coming to my house tonight, I'd like it if you’d come too. We've all got things we need to get off our chests. Please come?

  Me

  Ok.

  Childish, I know, but he talked to me like I was a child, might as well act the part he cast me in. How could I mean anything to him? We just met! So that's what I'm doing tonight, finally going to meet with him and talk things through. This time, as a mature adult.

  Oh, I crack myself up sometimes. Leyland and Garrot are picking me up from my house at six. We’re all going to Karl's. I've gotten over the initial shock and I'm not angry at him anymore. He wants to keep me safe, but from what, exactly? No one will tell me. They say he cares, which is nice. But he needs to know I'm not going to be controlled. Never again. Also, I may have overreacted. Just a tiny bit. Or a lot. Who keeps track anyway?

  I choose a knee-length, plain white skirt; it's not form fitting, so I can move freely in it. I brush on some mascara and red shadow on the lids of my eyes. My signature look. Pairing the skirt with a silk, cobalt blue, strappy top, I decide to go braless. I'm feeling brave tonight. I know Leyland and Garrot will love it. The fabric strains over my DD's slightly, and at the barest breeze or brush of contact, my nipples go hard. Like I said, their affection has me feeling empowered, bold even. I pull on my white trainers; I might be in a skirt, but I don't even own a pair of high heels. I'll leave those torture devices to the skinny girls who don't have any feeling left in their feet. I leave my hair loose and run my fingers through the soft curls. I’m finally ready. Tonight, they will tell me everything I want to know, or there will be hell to pay.

  Just as the guys show up, I’m putting on a bright red lip stain; it’s better than lipstick because it stains the lips. That way if there just happens to be a lot of kissing tonight... it won’t rub off and end up all over my guys. Or my f
ace. Nobody wants to look like a clown after a passionate kiss. I leave the house and lock up behind me. Its warmish tonight so I don’t put on a coat.

  "Holy shit, is that your car?" I gasp when I turn to see Leyland getting out of the driver's seat and make his way towards me. He takes a stutter step when he sees what I’m wearing. His eyes are wide and his jaw hangs open. I do a little twirl to show off my outfit. The skirt flares and shows more of me than I planned on; blowing up in the wind to show off my lace red thong. When I get it under control and face him again, the look on his face and the huge bulge in his chinos tells me I nailed it.

  “Absolutely gorgeous, Ever.” I blush at Leyland’s compliment. He plants a passionate kiss on my lips, his hands roaming from my arse up to my tits. He runs the pads of his thumbs over my stiff nipples, pressing his hard-on into me with a quiet moan. I melt into him, relaxing against his hard body, and my hands go to his round arse. He clears his throat, the sexual tension between us at a snapping point.

  "Yeah, bought her when I visited America a few years back, had her imported. She was made in 1967. You like?" he asks with a cheeky grin, pulling back so I can walk over to the black beauty in front of my home. I trail my hand down the side of the shiniest car I've ever set my eyes on. There’s a chrome strip down the side of the whole car, and rims I bet I can see my face in adorn each wheel. I bend slightly. Yep, I can see my face in them. I use the shiny surface of the rim to check that my lip stain is still there and not all over my face.

  Thank baby Jesus, it's still in place. Walking around the car, I skim my fingers over the smooth surface. I can't help but smile. I like it very much.

  The bonnet is longer than I am tall. The sleek body turns me on a little bit; it makes me giggle out loud. I reach the front of the sexy beast and run my hands over the ridge in the middle of the bonnet. I look over at Leyland, he has a huge smile on his face, like he's enjoying watching me appreciate his car. I gently rest my arse next to the ridge. Le’s in front of me faster than I can take my next breath. I hear Garrot get out of the car.

  “Ever, fuck me." His comment is so breathy, I almost miss it.

  "You like her, babe?" Le says in a low tone, just for my ears. He uses his knee to nudge my legs further apart and settles between my bare thighs. I reach around him to rest my hands on his arse. I fucking adore his butt.

  "Hmm, it's sexy..." I reply. His eyebrows reach his hairline. "But nowhere near as sexy as you, Le," I add for good measure, dragging my eyes down the dark blue shirt straining over his wide chest, to the white chinos stretched over his dick and arse, down to the brown loafers on his long feet. Yup, sexy as fuck. I turn my head at the sound of Garrot clearing his throat.

  "You're just as sexy, Gar," I tell him as I take him in too. White dress shirt and black pants, pure white trainers. Fuck, he’s sexy too. I can see the outlines of their huge cocks through their pants. My god, it's hot out here. Garrot strides towards us and stands behind Leyland. His torso is angled so he can see me. He takes one of my hands off Leyland’s arse and raises it to his lips.

  "Nothing, and I mean nothing, even comes close to your beauty, Ever.” The look in his eyes tells me he means it. I just manage to stop myself from swooning. I stroke my hand down his cheek and he leans into it. I've never been complimented so sweetly by two hot as fuck guys before. It makes a blush spread across my cheeks again and my juices soak my thong.

  Fuck. These guys will have me wet twenty-four seven if I let them. It's more than I'm used to, but I really like it. Garrot places my hand over his crotch, and I give his hard as steel cock a little squeeze. He pushes forward into Le so that my hand is trapped between his dick and Leyland’s ass, thrusting gently.

  “One day, beauty, these two beasts will have you over the bonnet of this car,” Gar whispers over Le’s shoulder, his chin resting on the hard muscles there. A moan escapes me, and my eyes squeeze shut.

  Oh fucking hell. The thought alone is enough to make my clit throb and my juices rush out of me. The tiny scrap of fabric covering me is barely enough to contain my wetness. Oh God, I want that. Both their hands, lips, and bodies on me. Their huge dicks inside of me at the same time. I squeeze my hand around Garrot’s crotch a little tighter, and I bring my other hand around to do the same to Leyland; they’re both hard as steel. I can't help but imagine seeing these two handsome men touching each other, and the thought makes me moan. Leyland echoes me, low in his throat. He pulls us off the bonnet of his car, making my hands slip off their dicks, and Gar moves back.

  “We better get going, before I rip your clothes off, woman,” he says, making me giggle. Garrot lets out a sigh at the loss of contact. I think Garrot would've tried harder to get in my pants if it wasn't for Le reminding him I'm not ready yet. Sometimes, I wish Leyland would just shut the fuck up.

  We all climb into the beautiful car; Garrot gets into the back while I take shotgun. With a cream leather interior, the dashboard is black and shiny. This car looks just as sexy from the inside as it does from the outside. My phone bleeps, startling me. Leyland puts his hand on my inner thigh and squeezes, hard. So, I do the same to him, a knowing smile on his lips as we pull away from my house. I pull my phone from my bag: it’s Karl.

  Karl

  Everly, I really hope you come tonight. Please.

  Me

  I'm with Le and Gar. On our way.

  Karl

  Thank you xoxo

  Kisses and hugs, huh? Smooth, fucker. He’s definitely going to take some getting used to. But I'm willing to try. The whole drive there, Garrot and Leyland are quiet. Leyland doesn't take his hand from my leg, driving one handed. Finally, we pull up outside Karl's house.

  I use the word house loosely, because this place is an architect's wet dream. The evening sun bounces off the huge windows filling almost the entire front of the building, causing me to squint. The driveway is cream block paving and looks newly laid. There’s no greenery gracing this side of the house at all, and the whole thing screams 'rich bachelor'.

  Damn, is Karl loaded? Why aren't Garrot and Leyland? Or are they? This car no doubt cost a fortune, I think as I climb out. Is this their secret? I knew it! That's not so bad though, I can’t think of a reason they would keep it from me. Because of my Mum, my own bank account looks healthy as fuck. I ain't no gold digger.

  It's not the style of house I would like to live in, having simpler tastes than his. But I feel like this place suits the gruff man I barely know. My inner musings make me trip over my own feet as we walk to the house, but before I can go for another flying lesson, Karl appears out of nowhere and catches me midair, pulling me to his chest. I didn't even see him come outside. That's the second time my face owes him its life.

  "Sweet girl, I've got you. Thank you for coming, it means a lot to me. You smell so good, mmm,” he says as he buries his face into my hair.

  Okay, fella, take a chill pill, yeah? He sets me back on my feet, and I pull away. "I said I'd come. Shall we?" I gesture to the onyx front door. His face breaks out into a Cheshire cat smile. I can't stop my own lips from pulling up into a less goofy version. Both Leyland and Garrot stand at my back. I feel safe with the three of them. They've been pleading Karl’s case, telling me he’s a nice, if not complicated, guy. I've listened to them, and now I'm ready for us to get to know each other. I look at Karl as he pulls away completely. He's wearing a soft pink, short sleeved shirt with tight, black skinny jeans, and nothing on his feet. Hot, hot. He might be a little hard to get to know, but he's not a bad person. I feel that much.

  Leyland explained to me that Karl took care of my guys when they needed him, practically raising them. He didn't do anything wrong to me, not really. I guess I was more pissed off that he ruined a tender moment between Le and me. I swear, Le was about to tell me their big secret just as Karl came crashing in. He deserves my forgiveness. He cares about us all; I can't punish him for that.

  Chapter Ten

  KARL

  Nothing could make me happier right now.
She came, she's here, and I get to make things right between us. The guys have kept me in the loop about Ever this past week, but I've had to stop myself several times from just going to her house and forcing her to listen to me. It's been hellish, not being able to see her... it nearly broke me. But I understand why she did it. Le and Gar told me her ex was an evil bastard. Like the dickhead that I am, I ruined my own chance of being with her; because of how I acted that night. She thought I was just like him. But I’ll make her see that I’m not.

  I haven't been myself this past week. I can't stop thinking about her, and sharing her dreams in my head every night doesn't help. I want to protect her. If the dreams are a premonition of some kind, then I need to heed the warning.

  The dreams we share are so vivid, I feel her emotions as I float there above her, watching as she battles with herself on the edge of that cliff. Obligation warring with her love for the three male figures in the mist. I've worked out they’re us; Garrot, Leyland, and myself. But I don’t think she knows that, yet. She's torn between staying here with us or taking a step off the side of the cliff and into the sea. I don't yet understand the dream, but I'm determined to find out.

  She looks so fucking sexy in that outfit, I think to myself as we walk through my house. I clench my fists by my sides to stop myself from grabbing onto her and never letting go. I've premade a shit tonne of drinks, because I didn't know what she'd like. So, I've just made what I know how to, and hope like hell there is something amongst it all that she will find acceptable.

  She drags her eyes over my offerings and grabs a white rum and coke, then makes herself comfortable on the white settee in the middle of the large room. I don't spend much time in here. It always felt sanitary to me, empty. Lonely. I had no hand in designing this house, I just gave the architect my budget and told him to build me a place to lay my head. There are no pictures on the walls, no personal knick-knacks. It’s devoid of any personality at all. I hate this place, but it's mine. My one condition was it had to be like Fort Knox, with more alarms than necessary and hidden cameras dotted throughout. Every room is white; walls and ceilings, with bleached wooden floors. The top of the range appliances in the kitchen are rarely used, even the sheets on the beds in all four bedrooms are white.