Food for the Soul (13 page)

Theo took Flynn’s advice and began to move. His slow thrusts pushed Flynn’s fingers into stark relief, making Theo all the more aware of what was happening to him. And though it burned, he liked it, was anticipating feeling something longer and thicker inside. The same thing he’d had in his mouth moments before.

Harper began to whimper, and Theo changed angles. He rested his forehead against her neck for support and moved his arms under her leg, lifting her ass up to get deeper. He spread her wider, and her legs flailed out to the side, no longer cradling him.

Theo felt her cunt gripping him, sucking on him as he fucked her.

“Yes, baby,” she would moan every now and then, her hands constantly moving, as though unsure of where to go. Whether to cradle his cheeks or his back or to reach over and touch Flynn.

Flynn removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of something larger. Theo steeled himself, pausing in his thrusting.

“No, keep going,” Flynn said, his voice thick and strained.

Theo obeyed, and every time his ass would move back toward Flynn, his cock departing from Harper’s warmth, he would feel Flynn’s cock entering and stretching his ass more and more.

Eventually, Theo couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He stood on his knees, holding Harper’s pussy up tight against his groin by gripping her thighs. He looked back over his shoulder, Flynn’s cock only a tip’s length in, and said, “Do what you want to me. Fuck me, take me. I need you to do it rough, man. That’s what I want.”

Flynn remained silent as he wrapped his arms around Theo’s chest, bit down on Theo’s shoulder, and pushed his cock all the way into his chute.

Flynn began a brutal pace, taking Theo hard. It stung and burned, but this was what Theo had asked for. This was what he truly needed, had needed for probably a long time, he realized. As Flynn picked up speed, Theo did too, grasping Harper’s thighs and fucking her mercilessly.

They panted and moaned together, cursing one another, daring each other to push themselves to greater heights. Until finally, Flynn reached over and pressed his fingers on Harper’s clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to push her over.

“Oh!” she yelled, gripping Theo’s wrists as he felt her pussy rippling in orgasm.

Flynn changed his angle and hit a spot Theo had only ever let a woman’s finger touch before, and Theo cried out in concert with his lover. Flynn followed them into orgasm, and Theo could almost feel the heat of his cum shooting inside the condom. Theo collapsed on top of Harper, and Flynn relaxed his head on Theo’s spine, being careful not to rest his full weight on the both of them, less he wanted to crush Harper after their first time together.

Theo felt whole and new in a way he had never experienced before. As Harper stroked his hair and Flynn placed kisses along his back, for the first time in a long time, Theo felt at peace.

Chapter Eight

Harper woke the next morning sandwiched between two large men in an unfamiliar bed. She couldn’t remember how they’d made it to the bed, and it didn’t matter. What she did recall was the extraordinary sensation of having two men on top of her, one inside her and the other inside him. There was synergy and connection between the three of them, a beautiful bond she never thought could possibly exist between people, let alone experience for herself. It was almost magical how the link added another layer of depth and light to her life. She could finally see the full-color spectrum and wondered how she’d missed the beauty of it before.

Harper took a moment before fully waking up to watch them sleep, enjoying the way their muscled chests rose and fell with each breath, their lungs working like bellows. Flynn slept on his back and snored a little, interspersed with short, quiet snorts like bursts of lightning. One snort sounded like it had a musical cadence to it, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing. If she ever got the chance, she would video him in sleep. He looked almost puppy-like in his somnolent innocence.

Theo was silent, on his side facing her with an arm underneath his face. He slept on a single thin pillow, which had pretty much slipped away during the night. Despite having spent the night with both Harper and Flynn, he looked inexplicably lonely. She thought, not for the first time, of all the pictures in his apartment, either solitary or with his parents. She was tempted to ignore her complaining bladder and curl up into him, give him something more substantial than a pillow to hold on to. Theo seemed like the kind of man who had been alone for a long time and didn’t have the will to change, at least not without a push. Harper and Flynn could be that push. Glancing over at Flynn on the other side of the bed, she wondered if their connection might ever progress to a point where she’d leave the bed in the morning and Flynn or Theo would instinctively move toward each other to fill the gap. The image gave her a tight, unsettling feeling in her chest, and Harper was renewed with purpose. If she could help it, neither of the two wonderful men would ever feel lonely again.

Moving slowly, attempting not to wake the two, she slipped from between them and out of bed, first making a much-needed pit stop in the bathroom, then making her way to the kitchen. It was early, not six yet, but she needed coffee and was starving. Slightly familiar with the layout of Theo’s kitchen from staying there the previous evening, she searched for some simple ingredients to make breakfast. It was the least she could do to thank the guys for a hell of an evening, and she was a bit chagrined she hadn’t been able to stay awake for more. Theo would graciously wave her embarrassment away and say she was still recovering from her concussion and shouldn’t be embarrassed. Flynn would crack a joke about wearing her out.

“Already got them figured out,” she muttered to herself, too content to do anything but smile and laugh at herself. A life could change between one moment and the next. If it weren’t for the lost money, she would actually be grateful to the thief. Without him, she would never have met Theo or admitted her feelings for Flynn.

After setting the coffee up, she found fruit, cereal, and a decent amount of baking supplies. The morning was made brighter by the discovery of bacon in Theo’s fridge. Of course he would have bacon. What single man doesn’t have bacon? After measuring out all the ingredients, she began working on a mixture for some blueberry-raspberry scones. There was a small, touch-screen radio connected to the wall near the edge of the kitchen. An icon for Pandora radio was highlighted, and she couldn’t keep her curiosity at bay. What sort of music did Theo listen to?

Harper held it on the most recent station, keeping the volume low since the boys were still sleeping, then returned to setting the scones on the baking sheet. A dramatic, deliberate beat came on, and Harper had to laugh because she recognized the Adele song after the first lyric.

“Wow, Theo,” she said to herself, grinning like mad as she turned the stove burners on to start the bacon.

“Don’t judge me. Adele is boss.”

Harper turned around, already smiling in greeting as Theo walked toward her. He wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs and moccasin slippers. Every line of sexy, masculine perfection was either on display or outlined by the thin fabric of the undergarment… The slippers were hilariously adorable.

“Is this an Adele station?” She pointed at the wall radio as he filled a mug full of coffee.

“No, it’s a love songs station,” he said unrepentantly, smirking as he took a sip from the bright-red mug.

“Why Dr. Backstrom, I never would have figured you for a romantic.”

Theo swiftly abandoned his coffee on the counter and used his considerable size to back her up against the fridge. His cock had a morning hardness, and his body was still warm from the comfort of the bed. He placed his hands on her ass, cupping and massaging the cheeks—she wore only one of Theo’s button-down shirts—as he kissed and nibbled at her ear. “Then I guess I was doing something wrong last night.”

She tossed the tongs she had been using for the bacon on the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him, morning coffee breath and all. She didn’t give a shit that her hair was kinky as hell and she probably had bacon grease splattered all over her front. She was a mess, but as Theo leaned into the kiss, giving her back exactly what she gave, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.

As they pulled away, she said, “I don’t think there was time for romance last night.”

“We’ll have to work on that.” He gave her another short kiss, making her smile grow wider. “Let me help you with breakfast.”

“I’m almost done.”

“Coffee,” a groggy, half-dressed Flynn groaned as he shuffled from around the corner. He stopped by each of them, kissing them casually on the cheek, muttering good morning, then zombie-walking over to the carafe. After he poured himself a mug, he raised it out to them and asked, “Sugar?”

“Here,” Theo said, grinning like mad at the hilarious sight and passing a jar of sugar over. Where had the calm and cool Flynn gone? Who was this sloppy, lumbering creature?

“Thanks,” Flynn mumbled, scooping at least four heaps of sugar into his mug, then sitting on one of the breakfast-bar stools.

Harper glanced conspiratorially at Theo, extremely happy someone else was here to see this.

“Wore you out, did I?” Theo asked Flynn.

Harper had that backward. Who’d have thought?

Flynn snorted into his mug, but as his focus turned on Theo, Harper could tell he was already more awake and looking at Theo with a new appreciation. “You walk around like that often, and you’ll experience a new kind of exhaustion.”

As Theo wagged his eyebrows at Flynn, Harper could see Flynn’s expression turn inward. His gaze fixed on his coffee and his lips thinned, his playfulness gone.

“Something on your mind?” Harper asked lightly, keeping an eye on the bacon.

“Did I…” Flynn cleared his throat. “Are you okay?” He looked up at Theo. “You said you were ready, and I tried to help ease you into it, but then I saw you with Harper and you two were fucking stunning, and I lost control. Did I hurt you?” Flynn put his mug on the counter, then walked around the island. He kept running his hands through his hair or placing them on his hips. He seemed anxious, unsure of himself, and worried for Theo’s well-being. Harper felt her heart melting as she watched him fretting.

Theo tugged Flynn closer by his belt loops until they were chest to chest. He smiled, tipping his nose toward Flynn’s cheek to nuzzle him, play with him. Harper was mesmerized by this playful side of Theo she would never have guessed he had. He was caring, yes, but this was something new. Or maybe it was a side of him he’d buried for a while and was now ready to unearth.

“Hey,” Theo said, kissing Flynn on the corner of his mouth. “I told you what I wanted, and you did it. You gave me exactly what I needed.” He kissed Flynn again, this time full on the mouth, lingering for a moment. Their movements became slightly frantic, and Harper couldn’t pull her gaze away as their pelvises ground against one another. She licked her lips at the sight, her heart beginning to pound.

“You gave me what I’ve been craving and have been unable to ask for…until
you
.” Theo didn’t take any care when unzipping Flynn’s pants and pushing them down. The force of the gesture almost made Harper gasp. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was seeing them act rough with one another. Flynn wasn’t wearing underwear, and his bronze cock was glistening with a hint of liquid at the tip. Theo grabbed Flynn’s cock, and Flynn skimmed his hands inside Theo’s briefs, squeezing the doctor’s ass, maybe doing more with a part of Theo that had only recently been explored the night before. They began to kiss, the speed and ferocity they took one another almost like a battle in an arena. Each man fighting for dominance but also for the same outcome—mutual pleasure.

Harper swallowed hard and gasped again, this time in response to her hand having slipped down her body without her conscious knowledge. She was touching her clit, rubbing it in time with the men’s kisses, with the tug of Flynn’s cock by Theo’s hand. She slipped one finger inside herself. She was soaking wet, her juices slipping down her leg. She gasped, her eyes closed. When she opened them to look on some more, both men had stopped what they were doing and zeroed their focus on her completely.

She swallowed loudly, and both men grinned.

FLYNN’S BODY WAS about to go off. Theo had a tight grip on his dick and was rubbing him hard and fast. A twitch of the man’s hand would make him blow. But they’d had their moment the night before, and while Harper had experienced pleasure by Theo, it was Theo they had both been focused on, ensuring he experienced ecstasy for his first time with a man.

“Harper, you’ve had a rough month,” Theo said, gently releasing Flynn’s cock.

“I bet we can help you relax a bit.” Flynn removed his finger from Theo’s rim, and both men, as if choreographed, moved toward Harper. She was frozen, speechlessly waiting for them and staring like she’d never seen them before.

Flynn stopped in front of her and knelt. He slid his hands up her soft legs, never taking his gaze off her face, then reached under the long button-down shirt to take her panties off, except there were none.

His surprised but delighted expression must have made her laugh, because her deer-in-the-headlights look was gone and she was smiling at Flynn, biting her bottom lip through the grin.

“Thanks for making it easy for me,” Flynn said, pressing on one of her knees and widening her stance. Theo stood to her side, beginning to unbutton the few closures she’d bothered with that morning.

Flynn parted the bottoms of the shirt to reveal a perfectly shaped pussy with a sprinkling of dark curls framing the slit. She was glistening, having already worked herself into a frenzy while watching them. Flynn leaned into the lips and licked gently, gliding his tongue over the slit top to bottom, not entering, purely teasing. A dark hand came down to rest on her inner thigh, then lifted her leg, spreading her to reveal pink and delicate flesh, swollen with need.

Harper rested her hand on Flynn’s head. She combed her fingers through his hair and tugged, wordlessly beckoning him forward. Flynn could never deny such a beautiful woman. He first focused on her clit with simple flicks of his tongue, kneading it and teasing, and then, as she began to gasp and whimper, he moved farther down, dipping his tongue inside her channel, massaging her inner walls. He could feel them contract around him. He pushed a finger inside, moving his tongue back toward her clit, only to find Theo’s finger already there. An idea struck Flynn.