Hailey
10 – 9 – 8…
I smiled at Ian. In his black tuxedo, he looked like James Bond.
7 – 6 – 5…
Theo was next to him, also in a tux. He looked hot as hell, but I preferred it when he was shirtless, and I could see his tattoos.
4 – 3 – 2…
Grant had on a black suit, not a tux, but it looked so damn good on him. His shirt was open at the collar, his tie hanging loose, and I ached to undress him the rest of the way.
1 – “Happy New Year!”
They moved in so fast that the nonalcoholic sparkling Riesling in their glasses splashed all over.
Theo got to me first, and he swept me up in his arms as we shared our first kiss of the new year. I linked my hands behind his neck, but I wanted to laugh because Grant and Theo had almost run into each other in their eagerness to kiss me at midnight.
Ian’s mouth was skillful and eager, and I moaned and pressed myself against him.
“Get a room,” Theo said from nearby.
“With a really big bed,” Grant added.
“Hurry up, Ian, we’ve only got thirty-five seconds before it’s 12:01,” Theo told him.
Ian squeezed me once more and then set me on my feet. The gold high-heeled shoes I wore to match my slinky little dress weren’t easy to balance on, but that didn’t matter because Theo had already taken me in his arms. His kiss went from zero to sixty, and I knew he didn’t want Grant to miss out on the official midnight kiss.
There was a reluctant look in his eye as he pulled back, but he knew I’d be back in his arms soon. Then Grant was there, and he immediately lifted me up so that we’d be eye-to-eye, and more importantly, mouth-to-mouth. My legs wrapped around his waist as he held me tight.
Despite the time crunch, he stared into my eyes, and in his vivid blue ones, I saw love. And desire. And underneath that—a good man. He always had been one, deep down inside, but now that man had risen to the surface.
His kiss was unexpectedly sweet. Instead of grinding against his toned body, like I often did when he held me like this, I just held him close and tried to show him, through the way I stroked his hair and responded to his kiss, how much he meant to me.
It had to have been several minutes after midnight when he finally set me down.
“How come he got more time?” Theo asked.
“Because she saved the best for last.” Grant smirked.
Ian had refilled our glasses with the nonalcoholic wine. Theo, Ian, and I rarely drank these days, and Grant, of course, hadn’t for years. My life had changed so dramatically since the summer that I didn’t need anything to help me drown my sorrows. Okay, not that I ever had, but the guys had been in a frat. Drinking had been a normal part of Theo and Ian’s lives, though they hadn’t overindulged.
But we didn’t need it now.
Ian handed out the glasses, and we stood together in the dining room of the ski lodge the guys had taken me to at the end of the summer semester. Where they’d taken my virginity and started to capture my heart. The place looked very different in the winter, and I loved seeing the snow, but that also meant it was a bit chilly inside. And that always reminded me of the frat house. But now, I had a much better way to keep warm. Three of them, actually.
Grant held his glass the highest. “To Denver,” he said, and we echoed it.
Then we clinked our glasses together and drank up. It was probably unusual to drink to Denver in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains, but the Colorado city was our future.
When we’d first moved in together five months ago, we’d taken it slow. Getting used to living with each other. Getting used to being a family. And we all agreed that we’d try it and see where it led and not worry about the future. We had a year and a half before any of us graduated, so we had time.
Almost immediately, we’d all independently started researching options for a future in which we could all stay together after we graduated from Langley. We knew even back then that we were in this for the long haul.
Denver was the perfect choice. There was a good medical school for Ian. A law school for Grant, if that’s what he still wanted to do. He’d had a rough fall semester since the future he’d been prepping for his entire life no longer applied. But now that he was free from his family, he was starting to shape his own future, and he’d made it more than clear that he wanted to do that with us.
For Theo, Denver was in the middle of the country, so he could fly all over for whatever architectural firm he joined. And for me? It was hard to know. The future held more possibilities than I’d ever dreamed of. I always thought that I’d use my social work degree to help connect people—especially older people, with limited resources like my grandfather—with agencies that could help them. But my men kept bringing up the possibility of getting a master’s degree so that I could really make a difference in my clients’ lives by providing therapy and support.
Luckily, I didn’t need to decide now. My grades were better last semester. It was amazing how much easier it was to understand the material when I wasn’t always working and sleep deprived. But I still felt like I was behind my classmates and that it might take another semester or two to catch up.
I couldn’t help smiling as we drank, toasted, and talked about our future, but there was an undercurrent of tension. The kind of tension that could build up inside and eventually cause earth-shattering bliss. We all knew that we’d soon be in bed together, and I couldn’t wait. I was definitely not a virgin anymore—not in any sense, or in any opening.
But still, we talked. Joked. Laughed. Smiled. But we knew what was coming. I saw it in the gleam in Grant’s eyes. In the way Ian kept touching me—stroking my hair, snaking his arm around my waist, and kissing my cheek. And then my excitement doubled every time Theo gave me a knowing look. He said he had an idea for us to try, and I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
Finally, it was Grant who got the ball rolling. “You know, all this non-alcoholic alcohol has made me tired. I think I’ll head to bed. Anyone care to join me?” He winked at me as we all got to our feet.
Eagerly, I took a step toward the bedroom, but Grant caught me around the waist and lifted me into the air. He slung me over his shoulder, and I squealed. He was so tall that my butt was practically touching the ceiling. His large hand slapped at the backs of my thighs. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t try to get away. You’ve got a punishment coming, little girl.”
Ian chuckled and moved to us. “Dude, she really didn’t look like she was trying to get away.”
“What am I being punished for?” I asked, all the blood rushing to my head. I couldn’t think of anything I’d done, but usually when Grant got in a punishing mood, a good time was had by all.
Especially me.
“Let’s go to the bedroom and we’ll explain,” Theo said. Hmm, so he was in on the punishment thing. They liked to gang up on me sometimes, which usually led to some very hot bedroom action afterwards.
Grant strode into the bedroom, and I could feel how high the hem of my little dress was riding on my thighs. Theo and Ian must’ve been getting an eyeful.
My captor strode over to the bed and sat down on the edge. I tried to scramble off his shoulder and across the bed, but strong hands pulled me back. Grant smirked at me as Ian and Theo stood on either side, my hands trapped in theirs. Since that first time when I’d lost my virginity, they’d done this kind of thing a lot. I always joked with them that the very best kind of bondage was when they were the restraints.
“Do you know what you’re being punished for, Hailey?” Theo asked.
“I really, really don’t.” Yet I was secretly thrilled that they were being so playful. That always led to explosive sex.
At my side, Ian scoffed. “Did you really think we wouldn’t go looking for it?”
“For what?”
“We checked your dresser, your closet, your drawers… but we couldn’t find it,” Theo said. “Because you hid it from us.”
“Hid what?” I asked, exasperated.
“The French maid costume,” Grant said solemnly. “You hid it from us so that you wouldn’t have to serve our needs on this trip.”
I couldn’t help laughing, even though the very direct look he gave me made me wet. But I was still in the mood to play a bit before we got to it. Just for fun, I tried to wiggle away from Ian and Theo’s firm grips, but they were too strong. The giggles kept coming, and it was a little while before I regained control of my voice. “Did it ever occur to you geniuses that you couldn’t find it because I’d already packed it?”
Grant looked so surprised that I burst out laughing again. “You’ve got it here?”
“Of course.”
Ian leaned in. “Not smart, Hailey,” he said in a loud whisper. “Because now we have no reason to punish you. Sorry to disappoint.”
He was teasing, but there was some truth to what he said. I was a little disappointed. “You can still punish me.”
Theo grinned. “It doesn’t work that way. It’s crime and punishment, not punishment and crime.”
When I didn’t respond for a moment, he elbowed me. “So go ahead and commit a crime.”
I chuckled. “How am I supposed to do that when I can’t move?”
“Use your creativity,” Grant advised. “Insult us. Tell us our cocks are small. Although instead of punishment, that might lead to us proving to you that they aren’t.” He smirked. “All at the same time.”
I winced slightly. That would be a bit much. “Okay, okay, I’ll insult you… since that’s such an easy thing to do.”
“Brat,” Ian whispered, and he tickled my side, his fingers tormenting me through the thin fabric of the dress.
“You guys are all ugly,” I began, lying through my teeth. “Hideous. Last week when we were walking across campus, I saw a girl look at you and turn to stone.”
“Nice,” Ian said. “Adding a bit of the classics to our adult time.”
“And you all really smell bad, too,” I said, as if I didn’t regularly press my face against their chests and stay there for as long as they’d let me. “And lastly,” I took a deep breath. “Two out of three of you load the dishwasher wrong.”
Grant bit back a grin and pretended to be mad. “Now you’ve done it, young lady.”
With practiced ease, Theo and Ian pushed me forward, and Grant drew me across his lap. He instantly flipped the skirt of my dress up, and I wasn’t wearing panties as a treat for them.
My head and arms hung down, my hair touching the floor, but I wasn’t alone down there for long. Ian crouched next to me and immediately reached into the loose neckline of my dress to tease my nipples.
I shrieked as someone pinched my ass and then grabbed a handful of soft flesh and squeezed. I could tell that was Theo. He had very skillful hands.
“Are you ready for the punishment to commence?” Grant asked. His words were directed to me, but Theo answered.
“I kind of want to know which one of us does load the dishwasher correctly.”
We all laughed, but my laugh turned into a shriek as Grant’s large hand slapped against my bare cheek. “Ouch!”
He spanked me again, and again, and then the others moved in. They had a habit of providing me a distraction after every three spanks. Ian fisted my hair, tilting my head up so that he could ravish my mouth. Theo rubbed and kneaded the red marks I was sure were forming back there.
Then Grant gave me three more smacks that made me squirm across his lap. He probably knew that I was purposefully rubbing against the huge erection in his pants every chance I got.
Then three more. Ian pinched my nipple, and Theo pulled my leg out to the side. The cool air hit my slit, and I moaned. “Are you ready to be finished with your punishment, little wombat?” Grant pushed a finger into my tight, wet opening, making me shriek again.
“Not even close,” I said. “I want more. I want it all.”
Except I already did have it all. Three hot-as-sin men who loved me. A plan for the future with the men I loved. And, I was pretty sure, a powerful orgasm in the next few minutes.
It didn’t get any better than that.
(c) Stephanie Brother 2024
