22.2

Nathaniel

Later, in my bed, Georgina sits naked with her knees pulled protectively up to her chest and her back against the pillows. For a few minutes, Adriano and I sit there on either side of her and none of us say a damn thing.
It's really fucking awkward. The things we've done with her are some of the filthiest and intimate I've ever done. We've come in her and on her, and now we're all sitting here silent.
Fuck it. I might be all right with hanging out here at the ranch and stewing silently, but that's when I'm alone, not when I'm with Georgina. I slide my arm around her shoulder, pulling her against me, and as she stretches out her legs, Adriano reaches for them.
I exhale as she settles into me, her legs overlapping Adriano's. That's more like it.
Then Adriano breaks the silence. "What's that lock on the closet for?"
Georgina giggles.
"Dead bodies," I say.
"Oh, God, it's all your yarn, isn't it? All of your knitting bullshit?"
"Fuck off."
Georgina slaps me lightly on the chest. "You told me it was a big secret, that no one knew about it."
"I thought no one knew about it," I grumble.
"I just want to know how you've been knitting stuff for years, and I'm your best friend and I've never even gotten a damn scarf," Adriano complains.
"I'd like to put in another request for an ugly Christmas sweater," Georgina suggests.
"When you retire, this could be your second career. Knits by Nathaniel Ashby. Ashby Knits. Nah, the name needs more testosterone. Can you do anything other than scarves?"
"Like knit men's sweaters?" asks Georgina.
"That's not more manly," Adriano protests. "Cock sweaters. Now, that would be more manly."
I groan. "Cock sweaters?"
Georgina's hand goes to her mouth and she giggles again. "Or little penis hats?"
"Like Christmas stockings," Adriano says. "For your dick."
"Both of you are assholes," I growl, but I don't really mean it, especially not when Georgina's shoulders are shaking against me as she laughs.
God, I fucking love her laugh. It sounds so different from the way she is normally, so serious and focused. It feels so damn good to have her in my bed that I want her to stay in bed with us for as long as we can keep her.
"Socks for cocks?" Georgina asks.

Adriano slaps her leg lightly. "You're a fucking genius. That's brilliant. They'd be like dickwarmers. Dick cozies. I wonder if anyone has a patent on those."
Georgina snorts. "I think it's highly unlikely."
"You snorted again," I point out, half to change the subject and half because it's adorable. Damn it, I can't believe I'm thinking of anything as adorable. I can't believe I'm thinking the word “adorable”.
"Did not."

"Uh, yeah, you did," Adriano concurs.
"I don't snort when I laugh," Georgina protests.
"We told you before that you totally snort."
Georgina lets out a hmph. "This is coming from the guys who snore like freight trains."
"We'll get you the best earplugs money can buy," I assure her.
"Or Nathaniel can knit you some earmuffs," Adriano chimes in.
Georgina laughs. "So you think I'm going to keep staying the night?"
Suddenly the room is still.

"Uh, didn't we literally just say you were stuck with us for two weeks?" Adriano asks, breaking the silence
"Yeah, I think we said two weeks of not letting you out of our bed," I add. It's suddenly become our bed, like this is a normal thing.
"Is that right?" Georgina asks, her voice light.
I slide my hand down her side to her ass cheek, grabbing a handful. "That's right."
"Do you regularly just kidnap girls and keep them in your bed for weeks?" Georgina teases.
"I'm pretty sure Nathaniel has to resort to that, but most women are chaining themselves to my bed and refusing to leave."
Georgina laughs. "I'm sure."
"There was the girl who handcuffed herself to your car," I recall.
"Oh yeah," Adriano groans. "That was really not my fault, either. I didn't even know her. She cuffed herself right to the door handle."

"That's dedication," Georgina says.
"No one's ever chained themselves to a car door for you?" I ask.
Georgina sighs dramatically. "Not even once, sadly. Two guys did send a drone with a blow-up doll into my yard, though."
"That was one guy," I point out.
"It would have been a winning plan if your Secret Service agents had a better sense of humor," Adriano points out.
"They don't," Georgina informs us. "No one does, when it comes to me. Which is why I don't date or… Look, out here at the ranch, it's risky enough being with you. But at least there's a plausible reason for us being in the same house. There's no reason for you to be in my house or me in your house when we're back in Denver."
"Do your security people report to your father?" I ask.
"No," Georgina says quickly. "Not really. I mean, I don't think they have. It was part of the deal when I agreed to protection. But they could."
"And then they'd be out of a job, right?" I ask. “Or at the very least, out of this position guarding you, which honestly seems like a pretty cushy one.”
"That's true," Georgina agrees.
"Well, it's not like we're trying to broadcast what we're doing to the world," Adriano says.
"What… What are we doing?" Georgina asks.
"Well, you see, when two guys think a girl is hot and she won't choose between either of them…" I start.
"I mean, this is crazy," Georgina protests. "I don't know how this is supposed to work."
"I don't know how this is supposed to work, either," I tell her. "It's not like Adriano and I have ever done this before."
"Well, you seem to know exactly what you're doing."
Adriano grins and reaches over to high-five me. "We're naturally skilled."
"And modest," Georgina adds.
"Why be modest when you're this good?" Adriano replies.
"I've never done anything like this before," I reiterate.
"Neither have I," Adriano says quickly. "Not even with any cheerleaders."
Georgina laughs. "That's… good to know."
"The point is, we don't know what the damn rules are either," I tell her.
"We should make our own," Adriano says.
"The only rule we need is that you don't grab my fucking ass," I grumble. "Or try to cuddle with me."
"And no crossing swords," Adriano says. "I don't want to touch your…"
"Throbbing manhood?" Georgina suggests.
"Neither of us touch each other's junk," I interrupt. "That should be assumed."
"And in the case of accidental touching, there's no mention of it again," Adriano says.
"Total silence," I agree. "Also, you're ours."
Adriano nods. "I think that's a given."
"Excuse me?" Georgina asks.

"You heard me," I say, squeezing her ass cheek again. The gesture sends arousal coursing through me and my cock twitches. "You’re ours. We claimed you."
"All of you," Adriano reiterates. "In the shower."
Georgina face flushes scarlet. "I remember," she says. "I'm not some kind of toy, you know. Or your property."
"I guess now isn't the time to bring up the 'Property of Adriano and Nathaniel' tattoo we wanted you to get?" Adriano asks.
"Property of Nathaniel and Adriano," I say.
"Alphabetical order is only fair," Adriano argues.
"Bigger dick goes first," I reply.
"Oh, so it would still be me."
Georgina sighs loudly. "Are you two finished?"
"Not quite," I tell her, sliding my hand between her legs and pushing her thighs open. Adriano holds her right leg so that she's wide open between us, and I slide my fingers between her legs. "Rule number one – the real one this time - is that this is ours and only ours."
"The two of you are pigs," Georgina whispers, but her breath catches when my finger begins circling her clit.

"We're possessive," Adriano says and Georgina laughs. "Is there something funny about that?"
"I haven't been with anyone in two years," Georgina says. "And now I'm hooking up with two men."
I'm hooking up with two men. The way she says it, casually like it's no big deal, sends a pang of irritation through me. Except it isn't a big deal. It can't be, not with who she is, and who we are – and the fact that I'm negotiating with teams outside of Colorado. But when I hear her say it that way, it sounds wrong somehow.
It also feels wrong that I haven't told her I'm taking offers from teams outside Colorado. But I shove that thought aside.
"Well, you can hook up with just one of us if you want to," Adriano says. "Obviously, I'd be the better choice, especially since I'm stay—"
Staying in Colorado. That's what that fucker is about to say. I interrupt him. "Or we can just pass you back and forth," I joke.

"Wow, I can't imagine why either of you are single," Georgina says. "First you own me, now you're talking about passing me back and forth? You really know how to sweet-talk a girl."
"I'm better when I'm not talking," Adriano admits, grinning as he pulls himself up and moves between Georgina's legs. I watch as he dips his face to her pussy and drags his tongue up the middle, stopping suddenly to look up. "Wait. Can we?"
"Can you what?" she asks, already distracted. My cock hardens at the sight of Georgina like this, her back arched and her breasts in the air, nipples erect like perfect little buttons.
"Can we proceed if one of us isn't around?" Adriano asks.
"Uh-huh," she moans, her hand on Adriano's head as he buries his face between her legs. She reaches for my cock, wrapping her hand around my shaft as Adriano eats her. "If you and Nathaniel want to fool around with each other when I'm not around, that's fine."
She yelps, the sound turning into a long moan as Adriano thrusts his fingers inside her. "Just for that, I'm not going to let you come until both of us do," he says, and I agree.
We're true to our word, too. Adriano brings her to the edge over and over until she's panting and breathless and wanting. She sits upright against a mountain of pillows with his face between her legs, and I kneel in front of her. When she wraps her lips around my cock, it's all I can do not to thrust my length down her throat. I hold back, even when I'm pulling her hair and fucking her mouth. I hold back even when the moaning sounds she makes send vibrations up my cock that make me want to come that instant. I hold back because I can't get enough of her warm wet mouth on my cock. I can't get enough of the way she looks up at me as she sucks me, the way her eyes try to close as she heads towards climax, the look of frustration on her face when Adriano pulls away and doesn't let her come.
It's the look of frustration that does me in. I let go, filling her mouth, and she swallows every last drop.

Then we switch places, Adriano's cock in her mouth and me between her legs. The ultimate good girl – prim, proper, raised by the President - arches her hips up and squeezes my head between her thighs, trying desperately to fuck my face as she sucks another man's cock, right after I just came down her throat. There's something about how filthy, forbidden, and crazy this is that makes it impossible to resist.
And I'm done with resisting it. I want Adriano and I to fuck the hell out of this girl and I just don't want to stop.