Chapter 17Goldie

Chapter 17

Goldie

S hit.

I had a plan.

Wait until the brothers all turn in, creep back out to the living room, and check the footage to see if I caught anything yet. Did I think it would be as easy as Grumpy Luke gathering them all around and saying, "She cannot stay because if she does she's inevitably going to discover our deep, dark family secret, that our father was Bigfoot, hence making us all half-Sasquatch?" Of course not. But I was hopeful that I'd glean some info or clue that they weren't going to let slip in my presence.

But apparently I dozed off before they turned in, because a loud, deep moan of pleasure startles me awake.

It's pitch-black. My heartbeat is pounding in my chest. There's a hand in my panties—my damp panties—fingering my clit, which is engorged, slick, and responding to said fingering with enthusiasm and delight.

I know I'm not in the bed alone. I can hear someone else breathing—someone who is about to get a serious lecture about consent.

Not that I would've said no if they'd asked permission, but they have to ask .

But then I realize that the hand in my panties is small and smooth and…attached to my arm. The hand is mine.

I gasp, mortified, as I'm hit with the realization that I was masturbating in my sleep. I was the one loudly moaning.

Holy fuck.

Then memories of the dream I was having creep in.

I was in a bubble bath. Lynx and Nash were with me, at either end of the tub, and I was between Lynx's legs, my back against his chest. His hard cock was pressed against my ass. Nash massaged my feet while one of Lynx's massive hands cupped my breast, his thumb teasing the pebbled nipple. His other hand was beneath the water, and his thick, strong fingers were urging my thighs to part…

Brooks was there too, standing in the corner, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and lazily stroking his cock with the other, while he stared at me with a desire in his eyes like nothing I'd ever seen before. He began to sing, softly.

Unbidden, I moan again.

Despite my desperate yearning to finish what I've started, I yank my hand out of my underwear. My whole body goes up in flames and I don't know how all the Bj?rnssons managed to sleep through my sounds, but thank the sweet Lord that they did. How embarrassing to be caught sleep-diddling!

I roll over onto my side, but that puts my butt right up against the front of someone's bulging boxers. I'm in Buck's bed, so it must be Buck. I flip onto my other side and scootch back a bit on the mattress only to find another pair of bulging boxers pressed up against my ass.

What on earth?

In an instant, the second bulge goes rock-solid against me. It might just be the biggest bulge that ever bulged. I bite down on my lip so I won't gasp.

"We pushed the beds together," a husky voice whispers. "Mine and Buck's."

Holy hell, I was sleep-diddling while in the middle of a Bj?rnsson brother sandwich.

"Is that you, Clay?" I guess.

"Yes, ma'am," he says.

Okay, so apparently not all of the Bj?rnssons got the memo about the ma'am thing.

"Actually, Bucky pushed my bed and his together 'cause he wanted the two of you to have plenty of room," Clay elaborates. "But it wasn't right of him to just take my bed and I told him so. Then we decided there was plenty of room for all three of us. But we're a bit more squished together than I thought we would be. You can probably feel that my manhood is harder than building a snowman in the middle of July right now, I'm ashamed to say, and I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable."

My body goes up in flames again . I'm two seconds away from total internal spontaneous combustion. It would be appalling if a guy in real life said that sort of thing to me…appalling and…odd. But here, now, with Clay…it's refreshing. There's something so endearing about his unabashed honesty. Sexy, even.

"Well, I mean…" I begin, flustered. I pull from the one episode of GOOD SEX! with Dr. Mara Levine I worked on. As it turns out, the one episode was all there was, because Dr. Mara Levine was boring as hell. I bet she never even had mediocre sex, much less GOOD SEX! "Morning wood is a normal function of the male reproductive system. It isn't indicative of arousal. So no need for anyone to be uncomfortable here!"

"Well, yes, ma'am, I do suppose that's true, but I assure you that this particular hard-on is indeed indicative of arousal. I'm aroused as all get out by you, ma'am. Mighty, mighty turned on."

Well .

And then he adds, sounding embarrassed, but not really…the way I always coated my words with faux-guilt while apologizing to Mother over something I didn't feel bad about at all, "Would you like me to go sleep on the couch?"

I know he only sounds embarrassed because he knows he should be, not because he is. I get the feeling there's not much Clay takes seriously, and I like it. He's the type who would make fun of his erection, not be embarrassed by it. But even though his embarrassment isn't real, I can tell that his offer is genuine.

"No, I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed," I tell him.

Have I mentioned his cock feels freaking huge?

I start silently reciting quotes to take my mind off that .

Like a river flowing to the sea, let your actions be guided by the pull of your purpose.— Benoit Crane.

That's the first one that pops into my brain, but the only river currently flowing is the one between my thighs, which I squeeze together.

Then he whispers, "Pardon me if I'm out of line, but if those moans were any indication, then I know you're as aroused as I certainly am after hearing you…would you be interested in…maybe letting me…um…"

My brows pull together as I wait, wondering if he'll finish what he has to say when it seems like he's losing his nerve.

"Would I be interested in letting you…?" I prompt, and I sound breathless, like I imagine a sex phone operator would sound.

And I don't mean to, but my impatience to hear the rest of what he has to say has me wiggling my butt into him.

Oh my Lord, he's getting harder. How?

"Make you feel good," he finishes in that husky voice of his.

My eyes go wide.

"Um…" I fumble, needing to clench my thighs together harder. What are some words? I know that I know some words! Some words that aren't hell yes, please, sir, make me feel real good!

YES, GO SLEEP ON THE COUCH! TAKE THE COUCH DEEP INTO THE WOODS AND SLEEP ON IT THERE! GET THAT ERECTION AWAY FROM MY VAGINA BEFORE WE HAVE AN ISSUE!

Well, I can't say that.

"Do you mean, like, sex ?" Oh God, I sound like a teenager. A horny, horny, embarrassingly horny and naive teenager. He touches my hip and I jump from the contact.

"If sex is what you want." He slides his palm over my skin and I swear it's like an electric current is suddenly snapping through me. "I can give you that."

"Maybe," I squeak.

Maybe?! What the fresh hell is wrong with me? Yes, yes, I want, need, and am desperate for sex with this man.

"Uh, this might be a good time for me to tell y'all I'm awake too," Buck says. "And if it makes any difference at all, I also find myself in a state of arousal."

This surprises a giggle out of me. And a flutter down low. Oh, boy.

Do not even think about it, Goldie! I admonish myself.

But how can I not think about it? I'm sandwiched between these two manly men who smell like MEN and their rock-hard cocks that could either literally split me in two or rock my world or both…

I mean, it's not like I'm a virgin because I'm anti-sex.

And then there's the fact that it took all of my producer skills but I finally got Winnie to tell me some of the juicy details about her first threesome with Leo and Theo Hammer. It sounded divine .

I'm tingling everywhere. But sex for the first time in a junk store cottagecore magpie nest of a mountain cabin with a room full of men is not my idea of a perfect first time!

Or is it?

"Abstinence is not just a virtue; it's a superpower!" I blurt, because the space between my legs is throbbing now.

"Say what now?" Clay says with a chuckle. His hand runs along the curve of my hip, back and forth.

"By saving ourselves for the right moment, we harness the cosmic energy of self-control and unleash it upon the world like a tidal wave of righteousness!" I blurt.

Where the hell did that quote come from? Oh, yeah. Dr. Mara Levine. Who was canceled after one episode.

Shut up, Goldie, shut up!

But the only thing I'm interested in unleashing upon the world like a tidal wave right now is my pussy.

"Is this about Lynx or Nash or something?" Clay whispers. "Because you'd rather be with them instead of either—or both—of us?"

I practically choke on the image of being with both of them. Then on an image of being with all four of them. Wait. How would that even work?

Hoping I don't sound like a total nutjob, I explain, "It's not that I don't want to be with you. I'm aroused by everything about you, all of you, that's for damn certain."

It's true.

Even Grumpy Luke.

Nope, I'm a nutjob. I hear myself, and I want to stop myself from blurting all this out in the middle of the night. But it's like I can't hold back my honesty. I feel so comfortable with them. Like I've been sharing this bed with Buck and Clay my entire adult life.

"But—" I swallow hard. "I'm a virgin."

Not even Winnie knows that about me.

They're both silent.

And it hits me—maybe they're virgins too?

I mean…there don't seem to be any women on this mountain, other than me. Not to mention, it doesn't seem like they stray that far from their homestead.

Then again, I find it hard to believe Lynx is as good of a kisser as he is without having any practice.

But then Nash said that thing about Lynx having taken a vow of celibacy…? But Lynx denied that, didn't he? I'm having trouble recalling the details with the devil's doorbell between my thighs begging to be rang by someone.

"Um…are you guys virgins?" I ask.

"I'm not, but Bucky is," Clay says. Then he teases, "He's saving himself for his wedding night."

"Asshole," Buck says, but he says it good-naturedly. I think. "I am not. Saving myself for any wedding night. I am a virgin, though. But I don't plan on being one forever, so no, not saving myself for marriage."

It's dark, but I can almost feel the blush emanating off him.

"Oh," I say, and I'm fisting the fabric of my pajama top, to ground myself or something, I don't know. And my breath is speeding up again, like the second I get ahold of myself, I lose it again.

Buck and I could have our first time together right now…that could be romantic, right?

"The thing is, I am very aroused," I admit, thankful that neither of them can see me. "And if it weren't for the fact that I'm a virgin, I would love to have sex with both of you. But I'm just here 'til my ankle heals, you know, and somewhere out there, my soulmate exists, and I want to lose my virginity with him."

I don't go into the whole perfection thing. That's part of the reason I never told even Winnie I'm a virgin. It sounds so silly when you say it out loud, and three quarters of the time people will tell you there's no such thing as perfection, so if that's what you're waiting on, you'll be disappointed.

"I get that," Buck says. "I'm sure your soulmate is out there, Goldie, and you should wait for him if that's what you want in your heart."

There's an unexpected tinge of sadness in his voice that twists my aforementioned heart.

"Your soulmate is out there too," I assure him. "You just need to, you know, probably leave the mountain to find her."

Especially now that I've got him all made over and looking like a whole-ass snack. People will get used to their size, if given the chance.

Clay's hand has left my hip, and the absence makes me wish I'd kept my dumb mouth shut about soulmates. Why did I have to ruin things before we could even get started?

"The whole love thing really isn't in the cards for us, to be honest," Buck says. "Relationships, dating, it's not…I mean. That's not for men like us."

Okay…so I guess he really isn't saving himself for his wedding night, then. But wait. Lynx said he thought he was in love once…

"Then how did you meet…well, whoever you've been with before? I mean, your previous sexual partners? If you don't date or have relationships?" I ask Clay. "If it's not too personal, that is."

I feel him shake his head and then, praise the Lord, his hand is back on my hip again. I wriggle into his touch and he moves closer, that bulge bulging against my backside.

It takes a fair amount of restraint for me not to whimper, Please put it in my ass right now.

Because I'd technically still be a virgin if we had anal, right? I mean, I'd have a virgin pussy, anyway. A virgin pussy and, likely, it would take way more than all the king's horses and all the king's men to put my rumpty dumpty together again.

"No, not too personal," Clay says, which thankfully distracts me from offering my ass as tribute. "I've been with a few of the gals from the village. All of us have, except Bucky. There's a tavern we go to every once in a while. The locals have known us since we were young. They accept us for who we are. Some of them have even taken a liking to us."

"And I might technically be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I haven't learned a few things," Buck says, sounding adorable and defensive.

"Oh," I say. And a wave of feeling goes through me, an emotion that might actually be something akin to jealousy. Am I jealous of the local village girls from the tavern who taught Bucky a few things?

I reach for Buck's hand in the dark, but instead of his hand, I find my palm pressed against his chest. And what a rock-solid chest it is. They're all rock-solid, as if they were carved out of the freaking mountain. I have to bite my lip hard just to keep my tongue in my mouth, because the idea of licking one of his nipples, which I can feel under my fingertips, leaves me ready to throw away every vow of perfection I have ever made for myself and let both men take me right here, right now. Pussy, ass, take it all.

I think about Nash's finger, teasing my entrance. How it felt almost as big as a cock. Perhaps it wouldn't be too insane to fool around with Buck and Clay, the way I did with Nash and Lynx…

Or even let it go just a bit further? Let one of them actually put one of those fingers inside me? It could be like a little preview of what intercourse would actually be like?

Goldie! Spontaneity has never led to perfection!

But it has led to penetration, and that has some of the same letters in it as perfection!

And…it might lead to an orgasm, which, right now, sounds almost as good as perfection.

The thought of one of those fingers penetrating me, easing in and out of my core…

I accidentally let out another lusty moan, but before I can remove my hand from Buck's chest in order to clamp my palm over my mouth, he moves closer, filling the empty space between us, and his mouth captures mine.

My brain short-circuits at the delicious taste of him, and my body comes alive at his touch. His lips are strong, and his hands are even stronger, and yet he's gentle as he touches my face, skimming my jawline and down to my collarbone, softly, as if he thinks I'm delicate as glass. Yep, he's definitely learned a few things.

I'm distantly aware of Clay drawing away from me, removing his hand from my hip, pulling back, giving us space. I don't want space, I want him. Them. I make a small whimper of protest and reach back for him. My hand connects with his arm, and without breaking the kiss with Buck, I manage to pull Clay's hand back to my hip.

He slides up closer, his thighs hugging my ass. And then his mouth is on my shoulder, kissing a line across the sensitive skin as Buck strokes my tongue with his. It feels so good. So, so good having their two warm, hard bodies wrap me in their manly, foresty scent as they touch and kiss and, oh my God, lick me.

"You taste like sunshine," Clay says, his tongue teasing along my spine, drawing a shiver out of me.

"I know," I whimper. What? "I mean, thank you." What?

He laughs softly.

And then his hand slides over my hip and into the space between my legs.

I freeze for a fraction of a second, surprised more than anything.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Goldie," Buck whispers to me.

"Well," I say before I can stop myself. "Can we do the things I would like to do?"