The Perfect Fit

We ate Chinese takeout for dinner because that’s what Lily asked for and I figured it would make her feel more comfortable. Especially since her decision to move in was kind of forced on her. What West Archer wants, West Archer gets.

Zeke says he simply expedited the process, but whatever he did to make the whole roach nest situation happen, I fucking love him for it. Now we have this sexy, funny, sweet-as-cherry-fucking-pie woman sitting in our kitchen, snort-laughing because her fortune cookie says your cup will overflow with happenis. That typo would be hysterical regardless, but given the fact that she just agreed to be the beneficiary of three dicks for the foreseeable future, I totally get why she can barely breathe.

Tears roll down her cheeks, and even Zeke is watching her with amusement shining in his dark eyes. West looks at me and shakes his head, as if to ask me what the fuck we’ve gotten ourselves into with this one, but he has a huge-ass smile on his face. It’s true that Lily is different from the other women we’ve tried this with, but maybe that’s why it will work this time.

She wheezes loudly, doubled over on the stool as she tries to catch her breath. “Jesus, Lily, you don’t have asthma, do you?” West asks, genuinely concerned.

She shakes her head, making her thick dark curls bounce wildly, and it only makes me laugh harder. When she finally calms down and sits up straight again, her cheeks are red and streaked with tears. She wipes them with the sleeve of her sweater. “I’m so sorry,” she pants. “That was just so freaking hilarious.”

I wink at her and start to clear away the empty takeout cartons. “Never known a fortune cookie to be so scarily accurate before.”

That sets her off again, and West rolls his eyes, but his shoulders shake from suppressing his own laughter.

“As fun and indigestion-inducing as this dinner has been, I have a shit-ton of work to do.” Zeke pushes his stool back and stands up. “I’ll see you all in the morning. Goodnight.”

That at least stops Lily’s giggle fit, and she mouths goodnight.

“Night, buddy,” West says, but he watches Zeke leave with narrowed eyes.

I place my hand on the back of West’s neck and squeeze. “He’ll be fine. You know how he gets.”

He gives me a faint nod. He knows better than anyone the demons that Zeke battles.

“You sure it’s okay, me being here?” Lily asks in a quiet voice.

West turns his attention back to her. “Princess, it is more than fucking okay.” His low growl makes her breath visibly catch in her throat, and the atmosphere in the room turns on a dime.

After dropping the empty cartons into the trash, I head back over to her, leaning against the counter and sandwiching her between West and me. “We’ve been waiting for you to call and tell us you wanted to take us up on our offer since you left Sunday morning.”

I glance over the top of her head and lock eyes with West. Would it be too much to have both of us together on her first night? He bites his lip, and I know that he’s thinking the same thing.

“You have?” Wide-eyed, she studies the two of us.

West tucks a curl behind her ear, and I don’t miss the way her neck turns pink at his touch. She sucks in a deep breath. “S-so, how does this work exactly?”

West spins her stool until she’s facing him, and I press my chest up against her back. “How do you want it to work, princess?” he asks, his tone dark and dangerous. She opens her mouth, but no words come out. Poor girl has no fucking clue what she’s letting herself in for.

He goes on staring at her, waiting for her to reply. “I don’t know,” she finally says. “How does this usually work when you do this kind of thing?”

His hand rasps over his five o’clock shadow. “This isn’t how we ordinarily do things at all. We’ve never had someone move in after only knowing them for a couple of days.”

Her pink cheeks turn a shade darker. “Oh.”

I bend my head and rest my lips against her ear. “So this is kinda new to us too. We can take it slow if that’s what you want.”

She shivers.

“Or fast.” West shrugs, and fuck me if a shudder doesn’t run the length of our girl’s spine. Her breath hitches. The blush on her face races south, disappearing beneath the neckline of her sweater. I want to follow it with my hands. With my mouth. My dick twitches in my sweatpants. I want to taste her. Not from West’s fingers like before, but straight from the source.

She sinks her teeth into her full bottom lip, and I have to force myself back a step so I don’t do the same. “And fast would be?” Her voice is a breathy whisper.

“Whatever you want it to be, princess.”

I take her trembling hand and lace my fingers with hers, loving how West is willing to give her a little control tonight. At least a semblance of it anyway. It doesn’t come easily to him. And if the fiery look in his eyes isn’t enough to let me know how hot he is for this girl right here, then the outline of his hard cock in his suit pants surely is.

“How about we accompany you to your room and see where the night takes us,” I suggest, trailing my teeth over her jaw.

She slips off the stool, her hand still clasped in mine, and while she doesn’t say the word, West and I both take that as a yes.

Less than two minutes later, we’re standing in Lily’s room, watching her peel off her sweatshirt. I groan when she reveals the green tank top underneath. I was hoping to see more of her, but I guess from the mischievous look on her face, and the fact that me and my buddy are practically drooling here, that she’s about to be naked very soon.

“So?” She flutters her eyelashes, and I can practically hear West’s restraint snapping like a tightly wound rubber band. He crosses the room before she can blink, and he has one hand fisted in her hair and the other on her perfectly round ass, crushing her against him as he slams his mouth down on hers and devours her. He swallows her desperate moans, and without wasting another second, I step up behind her. Pulling her hair aside, I glide my tongue along the column of her neck.

She presses that fine ass against me, trapping West’s hand between us. He rubs a knuckle over my semihard cock, and I bite back a groan as I inhale Lily’s sweet scent and relish the soft sounds rolling in her throat.

West tugs on Lily’s tank top. “I want all of these clothes off, princess. Now.”

She nibbles her delicious bottom lip as we work together to get her naked. Crouching on the floor, I peel her skin-tight jeans and superhero-themed cotton panties down her perfect peach of an ass, trailing my fingertips along her silky tanned legs and imagining it’s my tongue instead. When I stand again, West finishes stripping her top half, and I grin at him over her shoulder.

This is going to be so fucking good.