“You’re both crazy.”
“No, we’re not crazy. We just know what we want to do to you. The real question is, are you going to let us?”
****
Scott couldn’t get enough of her and he waited, desperate for her answer. He really didn’t give a shit if people were watching or not. Let them watch, they might actually learn something.
He’d denied himself this precious woman for far too long and he wasn’t about to hold back, now or ever.
“We’re waiting for an answer,” Beau said.
“There’s no rush. Let her get used to the idea.” He knew between himself and Beau, Connie wasn’t going to be able to deny her need for them. Damn it, he loved the feel of her breast in his hand, even the large tit as well. He wanted to strip her down naked and make love, fuck hard, and just consume her, but he had to wait, to be patient. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was known for being patient; quite the opposite.
He went after what he wanted.
He’d been different with Connie. Rushing things hadn’t seemed like the best idea. After removing his hand from her chest, he gripped her hip, spun her around, and kissed her. She released a moan, her arms circling his neck, and he ran his hand down her back to grip that curvy ass.
There was nothing wrong with this woman. She really needed to realize who she belonged to.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he asked, breaking the kiss and trailing his lips to her ear.
Beau captured her hips, spinning her around and doing exactly the same.
Scott glanced around and saw no one was paying them any attention, and why should they? There was a lot going on at the fair.
The kiss broke and Connie tore herself from between them. The shirt didn’t hide her arousal. Her nipples puckered against the fabric of the shirt she wore, and seeing them made him want to taste her even more.
“Okay, you guys are really, wow, I don’t…”
“How about you think on our offer?” Scott said. “We’ll give you a couple of days to think it over.”
“A couple of days?” Connie asked.
“Yes.”
“Wow.” She ran her fingers through her hair before going to her lips, touching them. They’d clearly startled her. “I, I think I’m needed. Er, can we talk about this at another time?”
“Sure.”
Beau wasn’t happy. Scott slapped him on the back.
“You look amazing,” Scott said.
With that, he nudged Beau away from their woman, and she would be their woman. He had no doubt about it as far as he was concerned. She’d belong to the two of them. She was too curious and even if her mind denied that she wanted both of them, her body craved their touch and he could work with that. They both could.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Beau asked when they found a quiet spot where no one would bother them.
“What?”
“We’re here to claim our woman, and you’re keeping her away. What the fuck?”
“What the fuck indeed,” Scott said. “You saw her. She wants us.”
“And why are we wasting time allowing her the chance to come up with any number of excuses? I thought you were the clever one, but clearly, you’re a bit dumb if you’re just going to let her go.”
“I’m not letting her go anywhere. We cornered her here and there’s no way I’m going to allow her to think she was manipulated into being with us. We both agreed we’re in this for life, and I’m taking this fucking seriously. Are you?”
“You know I am.”
“So stop your moaning and just follow my lead,” Scott said.
“Since when did you become the voice of reason?” Beau asked.
“Since I’m the one who came up with this plan and so far, it’s working.” His gaze followed Connie, and it didn’t look like she knew what she was doing. She kept looking at them, then around at the fair. He watched her hand touch her neck, her chest, her lips. “Watch her, Beau. See how she reacts.”
“I am.”
“That’s not a woman who’s going to push us away but a woman who’s curious. We’ve agreed to share and part of that means we’re going to have to trust each other. I don’t want to lose her. Now tell me you’re on board, or I’m going to have to find someone else.”
“I’m on board,” Beau said. “You don’t have to worry about me in that regard. I need a drink.”
Scott watched his friend leave and knew where he’d be going as soon as he got a drink. He wasn’t worried.
Once he grew bored of seeing Beau, he looked back to Connie who stood near a chili tasting stand. She wasn’t in the line, but he waited to see what she’d do.
She touched her lips again and he smiled. It was nice to know he’d gotten under her skin. She’d been getting under his for as long as he could remember. His only regret when it came to her was not initiating something first. If he’d done that, there was a chance she’d have belonged to him now.
He didn’t mind the chance of progressing things with Beau either.
They were good friends and he knew, together, they’d win Connie. It was strange really, they’d been friends for a long time, and there was a short spell when he imagined them both having the same woman, living in the same house, sharing the same life.
Scott didn’t want Beau sexually. They were really good friends and had been for as long as he could remember. Nothing would come between them, which was why together, they were going to love the same woman.
It was fate, he was sure of it.
As predicted, Beau held two drinks as he approached Connie. His friend wouldn’t fuck this up. They both wanted it too damn badly.
****
“Drink?” Beau asked.
“I don’t actually drink alcohol,” she said.
“It’s a good thing it’s a plain soda then.” He smiled. He’d been tempted to buy her a beer but in all the times he’d seen her, he’d never seen her drink a single drop. There had to be a reason for it. “Trust me. I don’t want to get you drunk or lower your inhibitions, not that I’m saying they’re easily lowered. I’m going to shut up now.”
She giggled. “You’re sweet, Beau.” She took the drink from him and took a sip. “A soda.”
“Yep, a soda.” He didn’t know why he repeated her sentence. He drank from his own drink and looked at the stand. The scent of chili was always incredible. He had a weak spot. “You want to try some?”
“I’m not big on the whole spice thing.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun.”
He joined the line and expected Connie to make up some reason to not be with him. She stepped beside him. Progress.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s a good soda.”
“You know you can still talk to me about anything,” he said.
“I can?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s kind of hard to.”
“Why?”
“You know, with the whole sharing thing.” She lowered her voice as she spoke the last two words.
One of the men at the stands was coughing into his shoulder after trying the chili on the end. He held his hand up and waved his retreat and left. They stepped forward.