After setting the table, Connie sat on one side of him, Beau on the other.
“This looks delicious,” Connie said.
“No bacon.”
“I’m not a big fan of bacon,” Connie said with another nose wrinkle.
“You’re becoming my favorite person.” Scott speared a piece of scrambled tofu and took a bite. He loved the stuff and had lived on it for years.
He watched Connie and saw her appreciation of his cooking. Glancing over at Beau, he saw his friend did the same.
This was everything he wanted. All he’d ever dreamed about. He’d had to wait for the right woman to make it happen, but he saw a future, and he wasn’t going to fuck that up.
****
Connie stared down at the order form.
Her body still ached in all the right places. Her bar was supposed to be opening tonight. The morning with Scott and Beau had been cut really short.
Beau had a mechanical emergency and Scott had a client at the gym. She saw no reason to not be at work to finish off the last-minute preparations of her bar. She’d already been at the place for an hour and still, her mind was on last night. It had all happened so fast. Part of her had expected to feel like a slut, but she didn’t.
She should.
Two men.
Two amazing men.
They both wanted her and last night had been the best she’d ever had. She put the order form down and instead went to the tables, and put the chairs on the floor, setting up the bar to be ready for when the first customer came in.
She opened up the main doors to allow some fresh air in. It was a hot day, and with her thoughts running wild about the night before, she needed to cool down. She went out to the back, poured herself a glass of water, added ice, and made her way into the hot air.
Sipping at her water, she touched the edge of Scott’s shirt. She hadn’t taken it off.
The scent of him had already worn off, and she didn’t want to turn into one of those crazy people, but she could already feel her need for him building once again. The same for Beau.
Less than a week ago, she hadn’t been in any kind of relationship or even hinted at being with anyone. Now, she was with two men. Two best friends.
It was crazy.
They’d also agreed to her conditions about keeping their sex life private. She usually didn’t care what people thought of her, or at least, she dealt with it swiftly. With Scott and Beau, she had feelings for both men, and she didn’t want anyone interfering with their relationship, not right now. People had a tendency to meddle where they didn’t belong.
When the time was right and she knew for sure what was going on, she wouldn’t want it to be a secret forever, but for now, she felt it was important for all of them to keep it that way.
She finished off her water, and with her being off in fairyland with her thoughts, the time had passed way too quickly. She needed to get Beau and Scott out of her head and focus on work.
After picking up the order form, she went out back, counted everything, ticked off what she’d need, and then got to work on some of the food. She only offered basics.
The first of her staff began to arrive, along with a couple of the regular customers.
She ended up staining Scott’s shirt and having to change out of it, putting the fabric in to soak, and hoping it wasn’t his favorite shirt she’d just ruined.
With customers, she was able to focus on actual work, serving them some food and beer as they wanted.
She’d finally gotten into the flow of her job when Beau and Scott arrived. She’d been pouring beer into a glass and it ended up spilling over the edges, coating her hand. She jumped back, cursing her distraction. They were sexy, no doubt about that, but she should at least be professional.
They’d been coming into the bar for months, years even, and she hadn’t responded like this.
Now you know how they feel inside you and it’s driving you crazy.
She wanted them again.
Sex had never caused her to be like this. She was a level-headed woman. Sex was fun but right now, it dominated her thoughts.
After washing her hands, she cleaned the floor and finally turned her attention to her two men. That was going to take some getting used to.
“Hello, beautiful,” Scott said.
All she wanted to do was lean over the counter and kiss each man, but she couldn’t. She’d been the one to put in the clause that she didn’t want the town to know. The customers tonight were a mix of regulars and tourists.
Instead, she tucked her hair behind her ear and ran her hands down her thighs, which only made her remember the way Beau held her as he fucked her hard and fast. His cock had been so hard and because she’d made him come earlier in the night, he’d been able to go for longer. He’d given her multiple orgasms before he’d allowed her to find any kind of release.
Both of these men were deadly to her equilibrium.
“Did you get done with all of your work? Cars are fixed? Women are happy, men too?” she asked.
Beau chuckled. “All cars are fixed. Batteries replaced. My job as being the best damn mechanic is sealed.”
“Good news.”
“And the same goes for me,” Scott said. “I’ve got a lot of happy clients.”
She chuckled.
“And don’t
