Trouble Comes in Threes (21 page)

A desperate laugh escaped me. “And God willing, I’ll make more.” Just in case Dolf missed the hint, I raised my ass up.

I got my wish. The next two were where my ass met the top of my leg… that really sensitive crease area. I’m sure more odd sounds came from me, but Tal didn’t interrupt again, just watched my face.

Two more hits landed across the top of my ass. That fucking burned. Holy shit, did that burn, but it spread out from my ass and went straight to my dick. A few choice words erupted from me, but even as I cussed, I pushed back for more. Dolf gently rubbed the stinging skin, his touch light.

The way I was leaking, Dolf and I were going to be wet.

“Nice and red. That’s a very lovely color.”

I bet. While I’d been spanked before, I’d never been spanked like this. Dolf wasn’t going easy on me.

“You’re not human now, so you can take more. And I plan to give it to you. Goddess, you look spectacular like this.” Dolf opened my cheeks, then leaned down and blew against my hole.

“Aw fuck!” I tried to rear up, but that arm kept me pinned to the couch.

“Tal, would you get the lube, please?”

There was a hasty retreat, and then the sound of feet rushing back… and Dolf entered me with a cool finger. I dropped my head on the couch seat, making eye contact with Tal now that he’d returned from his errand. Dolf thrust his finger in, crooked it, and nailed my hotspot. The breath rushed out of me.

“His ass is so red,” Tal whispered.

“He’s really tight and hot inside. Should I continue fingering him or go back to spanking?” Dolf thrust his finger in and out, driving me bonkers while they talked about my ass.

Tal swallowed. “Add another?”

He slipped another finger inside, and a whimpering plea broke from my lips.

Tal looked back at me, then smiled. “Harder, Dolf. Maybe do the last two licks while you finger fuck him.”

Holy shit, where did my sweet guy go, and who was this imp in his place? Dolf started banging my prostate with his fingers and slammed the flat of his hand down on my ass. I bucked hard, jerking on Dolf’s lap.

“Aw fuck!” I shouted as Dolf finished the spanking.

“You want his mouth or ass?” Dolf growled at Tal.

“Ass!” Tal snarled.

The growling and snarling was hot as hell. Go figure. Dolf jerked his fingers from my ass and helped me roll off the couch and onto the floor. I went to my hands and knees. Dolf ripped off his clothes, then sat down on the couch. I grabbed his shaft and went straight for the gold. I swallowed him all the way, letting my throat massage him. Tal grasped my hips and rubbed the head of his cock against my hole. Fuck that, I wanted him in me now, and shoved back, taking him all the way.

Tal tightened his hands on my hips, and he snarled again. “By Bast’s right paw, are you okay, Kirk?”

I pulled off Dolf’s length long enough to do some of my own snarling. “Fuck me, already!”

I certainly got my wish. While I was talking to Tal, Dolf stood. He grabbed my head when I looked back at him, and I knew what was coming. He was going to fuck my mouth like I had Tal’s. Tal was on his knees behind me, slamming into me for all he was worth. Dolf was in front of me, hands wrapped around my head, skull-fucking me.

My dick bounced up and down, smacking my stomach while they took me over and rode me hard. Every time Tal’s groin hit my ass, I shuddered as white-hot pleasure-pain poured through me. Holy hell, taking it from both ends was something I loved. And at the rate they were going, I was going to come… hands free. On and on they went until Dolf finally roared for us to come. Tal reached around and stroked me twice. That was all it took. I came, spurting on his hand and the floor. Tal filled my ass just as Dolf pulled back enough not to gag me when he too came.

I slid my mouth off Dolf’s cock and the rest of his seed covered my face. Dolf finally stopped coming, then staggered backward, his knees hitting the couch. He plopped down rather hard. Tal’s shaft softened and slipped out. He too sort of fell over on the floor, panting. I stayed where I was, still on my hands and knees, waiting to see if I was going to give out like my two manly shifters.

Outside of a sore ass and jaw, I felt pretty damn incredible.

I tightened my ass and stood, smirking down at the two of them. “Pussies.” Then laughed outright when it hit me what I’d just said. Tal just huffed out a laugh, and Dolf shook his head. “Since I’m the only one on my feet, I’m taking a shower. If you two can get up, join me.”

As I walked out of the room, I heard Dolf tell Tal I still had way too much energy, and they needed to fix that.

Kirk

T
WO
WEEKS
passed. February was right around the corner, and soon warmer weather would arrive. The guys and I attended a couple of small functions with others in the clowder. There was this reading thing on Saturdays at the local library for the kids, then a farmers’ market held the third weekend every month, and a few other events. I met many members of the clowder. Most of the responses I received were polite and a little reserved. I noticed members who either ignored me or made excuses not to linger.

It happened in town too. There were members who nodded at me but kept going. Very few actually stopped and talked. Some even glared at me. Not exactly the welcome I’d been hoping for. In turn, I started to pull back.

During the past two weeks, Tal and I had drawn up the designs for my shop. A few days ago, he’d gotten the call his loan had been approved. I was greatly relieved, even though he’d acted as if it was a done deal. In another two weeks, they would be breaking ground.

Things were going very well with the three of us. We’d grown increasingly more comfortable with each other. Oh, there were little things. After Tal brushed his teeth, he would forget to rinse out the sink. Dolf hogged the covers. They both said I snored. Dolf left his shoes out in the bathroom in front of the bathtub instead of putting them in the huge walk-in closet.

Tal tended to let the dirty dishes pile up before putting them in the dishwasher. I let the trash reach the top of the can, then piled on more stuff before taking it out. Dolf would drink a glass of milk but not wash the glass out. Tal turned off lights constantly, even if I’d just stepped out of a room for only a minute. I accidentally threw away Dolf’s favorite cat toy.

I’d tried to sleep in the middle, but just couldn’t. I ended up kicking Dolf several times a night, trying to get more room. Tal tried to sleep in the middle, and thank God he was cool with it. Dolf did most of the cooking since he enjoyed it. He also did most of the grocery shopping. Tal and I kept up with the housework. I found out I was better at picking up and dusting while Tal was better with the laundry chores.

All in all, we were making this threesome work.

It was quickly becoming habit for us to eat lunch with Dolf’s parents on Sundays. This particular Sunday, after lunch, Dolf had some bookkeeping to do once we returned home. Tal and I were bored, so Tal called Remi. After Remi assured us it was okay to stop by, we told Dolf what we were doing and left so he could work. Remi lived even farther out in the country than we did. I’d come to find out he owned a flooring store in town. Any time Tal had flooring needs in his construction business, he used Remi’s store.

Tal turned down a dirt road lined with mature trees. The top of the trees angled out, almost as if reaching across the road toward each other. Sun peeked between the trees as we drove.

“You know, this is cool. Kind of an old Southern charm feeling going on….” I trailed off as we drove farther down the road. “Oh hell, are you kidding me?”

Tal smirked. “You were saying?”

“I have the sudden urge to say, ‘Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.’”

Remi’s home reminded me of one of those old, smaller plantation homes. Much, much smaller, but just as beautiful. Obviously, Remi had been restoring it. He also had a ways to go.

“All we need now is a horse-drawn carriage.”

“Oh, it’s seen its fair share, believe me.”

“Right.” I laughed, but the look on Tal’s face stopped me. “Wait. Are you saying this house is real? I mean, it’s not just built to look like a plantation house?”

“Remi bought it in 1902, I think.”

“Oh my… God.” I gaped at the house. Suddenly, I could see Southern belles prancing around on the front lawns in those big hoop dresses. Talk about a mind fuck. Then another thought hit me. “So, the ’69 Mustang…?”

“He bought it right off the lot the year it came out.”

“My head may do that whole, creepy, 360-head-spinning thing. That’s just crazy.”

“No,
that’s
what I’d call crazy.”

Tal parked the truck and we got out. Remi must have heard us because he came from around the back of the house.

I loved those huge, round columns that reached to the roof in front of the house. The place was majestic. Of course, I loved our place more.

“Something else, isn’t it? So much history there. I swear, sometimes it’s almost like you can hear the ghosts of the past whispering… if you listen closely.”

“I don’t…. Just, no. I don’t want to listen to ghostly whispers, and if you keep that up, I’ll be getting back
in
the damn truck.”

“Tal doing the whole ghostly whispers spiel?” Remi asked as he joined us.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Not to worry. All the ghosts are in the attic.”

“Oh, har-har, you’re a freaking riot,” I grouched.

“Come on around back. I converted the carriage house into a garage for my baby.” Remi slapped me on the back as he, and Tal laughed.

I was itching to get under the hood, and when I did, I was impressed at how well he’d maintained the car. It was a thing of beauty. Remi took us out to a deserted strip of land and turned the old girl loose. We flew down the road, laughing and yelling like a bunch of kids. Remi swung back through town, grabbed something to eat, and we drove back to his home. I joked that there was enough in that sack to feed five grown men. I had one of the hamburgers and one of the fries. Tal and Remi ate the rest while I watched in amazement.

Dolf’s cooking tended to be health conscious, so Tal and I didn’t get much fast food. After our snack, we had a few beers, even though it would take enough to float a battleship to get us drunk thanks to our metabolism. We killed a couple of hours, then returned home. Tal stopped to get gas. For some reason, I craved peanuts, so while he filled up, I ran inside. A quick look, and I found the nuts. As I walked to the register, I saw the Cokes.
Perfect!

How long had it been since I’d put peanuts in my Coke? It sounded crazy, but it was actually damn good. Maybe I’d introduce Tal to it. Snagging a couple small pouches of peanuts and two Cokes, I walked to the register. I smiled at the guy as I laid my goodies on the counter. Huh. I took another look at him, then subtly sniffed. Just as I thought, he was a feline shifter. He was a skinny guy with a mop of dark, curly hair, big, pretty brown eyes, and the cutest little mole on his top lip. He looked to be early twenties, but I knew that meant next to nothing. The more I stared at him, the surer I was I’d seen him somewhere. Maybe at one of our clowder meetings?

“Hey, aren’t you Chris? Think I met you at the library thing last week.”

“Kent,” he snapped. “Name’s Kent.”

“Ah, sorry about that. There were a lot of people there.” I scooted the snacks over to him.

“This it?”

“Um, yes.”

He rung me up, and I paid cash. He crammed the drinks and peanuts in a bag, then shoved my change at me.

Asshole.
“Alrighty, then. It’s been… interesting.” He didn’t reply, and my temper began bubbling. I hated being ignored. I probably should keep my mouth shut and let it go, but I was getting tired of this. “Cat got your tongue?”

His eyes snapped up and bored into me.
Well, that got his attention.
“Fucker. You’re not welcome here.”

“Really? Tal and Dolf might disagree with you. I swear, some of you need to some get over yourselves,” I muttered. “Right, we’re gifts… uh-huh.”

We were so involved, neither of us realized Tal had entered until he stood by me.

“Kent? I believe Dolf will want a word with you tomorrow before you go to work. And maybe his dad too. I think you need a refresher course on manners.” Tal spoke softly, but even I knew he was upset.

“Aw, jeez, Tal, I—”

“No. I don’t want to hear any more. Whatever excuses you have, tell Dolf. You better make sure you tell him everything… or I will.”

Kent’s shoulders slumped. “Yes. I will.” He glanced at me. “I’m… sorry.”

I shrugged, not taking him seriously. He was sorry he got caught, that’s all. “Sure thing.”

Tal and I left. No sooner than we got in the truck, Tal started apologizing for Kent’s actions. I nipped that in the bud. Tal wasn’t responsible for the little asshole’s attitude. I didn’t bother to point out this was happening more and more often. I didn’t see any reason to upset Tal over something he couldn’t control.