Chapter 27

Winnie

H oly fuck, I just had a threesome.

In an insanely cool nightclub.

With Theo and Leo Hammer!

Who am I and where has the real Winnie Wainwright gone?

I feel like I’m strutting through the club as we head out to leave. My whole body feels weaker and stronger than ever at the same time. I’m stretched and sore, satisfied, and yet there’s a small flame of need in my core that I’m not sure is fully extinguished.

Just before we reach the door, the opening notes of a techno song from our college days blast like a sign from the damn universe. It’s my favorite ass-shaking song, ever.

“One more dance before we go?” I shout .

“Anything for you, love,” Leo says, his hand on the small of my back as we weave through the crowd to a spot on the dance floor.

He pulls me in close, the front of his body pressed against mine, while Theo moves in behind me.

My body is so sensitive from what we just did together that it wouldn’t take much to make me come again, and the secret of it pulls my cheeks into a grin that I try to hide in Leo’s chest.

We move to the beat as one. A piece of paper couldn’t fit between either of their bodies and mine.

Sweet heaven, they’re both hard again.

Gazing up at Leo, I lick my lips, remembering the velvety soft skin of his dick, the sweet and salty taste of him. I get why people call them a snack . He tasted better than a candy bar. And having Leo in my mouth while Theo was opening me wide and banging me hard, in an angle that perfectly hit my g-spot…

I shudder, remembering.

The song ends too soon, but though I never want this night to end, I’m ready to go home. I want to be cuddled up in bed with one, or both, of them.

The ride back to the house isn’t at all awkward, which is both surprising and not. It’s Leo’s truck we’re in, a fully restored classic Ford, with a bench seat for three. I sit in the middle and lean back against the headrest, happy, sleepy.

Theo’s jacket covers my lap like a blanket and his fingers trace the skin along my skirt’s slit. Leo holds my hand. I snuggle into the warmth of their bodies against mine .

I fall asleep before we reach the house, but not before Theo tugs my skirt up, reaches under, his jacket which hides his hand as he slides his fingers into my panties.

I gaze up into his eyes as he fills me with a long finger. They’re dark and glittering green under the streetlights, watching my face.

“You’re extra tight, angel. Is this okay”

I nod as my eyes jam shut, and I bite my lip to keep back my sounds of pleasure as he expertly urges me to come into his hand again.

When I next open my eyes, we’re home. After coming, I’d snuggled into Theo’s side for the rest of the ride. Theo has gone to sleep too, and is snoring softly.

I nudge him. “Wake up, Theo. We’re home. Though sleeping out here doesn’t seem like a bad idea since it means not having to move.”

“I’ve got you, love,” Leo says as Theo stirs awake. Before I can protest, Leo’s scooping me into his arms. He carries me from the truck to the door, then inside before setting me down.

The house is dark. It looks like everyone else is asleep.

With an arms-wide stretch, Theo yawns. “Early morning tomorrow, and you wore me out.” He drops a kiss on my lips and then says, though there is regret in his voice, “I’m headed to bed. Thanks for the perfect night, angel.”

He gives Leo a nod and then hops the steps to his room two at a time.

I’m snuggled up against Leo’s side as he walks me to my room. He kisses me at my door, but before he pulls away, his eyes fill with a regretful look that matches Theo’s .

“I don’t want any of this to end, Win.” He lets out a breath. “Can I hold you in my arms tonight? I promise that’s all I’ll do, if you want. I hate the thought of letting you go.”

I wonder how Theo will feel if I sleep with Leo tonight, but then Leo kisses my forehead and says, “Theo’s given us his blessing, if that’s what you’re worried about. But if it’s something else causing this brow to wrinkle, please, love, tell me.”

“I don’t have the energy to do more than cuddle,” I admit.

“I can’t wait.”

He follows me inside with a smile and we get ready for bed. For several long, lazy minutes, we kiss. When he looks tired, I roll over, and he pulls me into his chest, his arms around me.

I try drifting back to sleep, but it’s suddenly impossible. By the instant and easy breaths Leo makes, I know he’s having no problem falling to sleep.

Then the music begins from the other side of the wall. First a few notes being played on Gunnar’s keyboard, then his husky vocals.

That old Sophie B. Hawkins song, “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover”.

“Well, someone’s not at all subtle,” Leo groans, then presses a kiss on my shoulder before reaching up to bang on the wall. “Rule three, Romeo!”

No sabotage or undermining anyone else’s chance with Win.

There’s a moment of dead silence.

“Rule four, douchenozzle!” Gunnar throws back. “I didn’t know you were in there with her. ”

STFU, you filthy braggart. Keep your time with Win private.

Leo nuzzles my neck. “Yeah, right. I call intentional sabotage.”

I smile. “He’s probably telling the truth. He does this most nights.”

“Gunnar serenades you most nights?”

“Yeah,” I say, quietly. It’s a Gunnar and me thing that goes way back to high school. On the hardest days, he’d always call me after we’d both gone to bed and sing me to sleep. Never did he express any wish to be my lover back then, though.

“Well,” Leo says. “Can’t compete with that. Everyone knows I’m tone deaf.”

“You have other talents,” I tell him. Then, because I can’t not ask. “Speaking of talents, was the blow job I gave you okay?”

He chuckles into my shoulder. “No it wasn’t okay. It was phenomenal.”

“You better not be just blowing smoke up my ass, Lee.”

He groans and rocks his hips into me. “I want to do many things to this ass, Win, but blowing smoke up it… not one of them.”

My face grows hot.

“No pressure, love. I know you said you’re not ready for that.”

He scoops me against him and we try to sleep again, but I can’t relax anymore. Not when I feel Leo’s dick growing hard yet again, bumping at my entrance from behind over my thin silk panties. I try to muffle my sounds.

He clears his throat. “Can’t sleep? ”

I shake my head.

“I can help, if you want. Or try, at least.”

There’s a big grin in his voice. I roll over and look at him, even though it’s too dark to see him.

He finds my mouth and kisses me.

“You tasted me earlier,” he whispers against my lips. “All I can think about now is tasting you .”

I’m fully awake now, but that’s not a problem at all as he kisses his way down my body, landing tongue-first between my legs.

We eventually do fall asleep, our boneless limbs tangled together, but it takes several orgasms apiece first.