Mia lay awake, staring at the ceiling above her bed. While she'd taken a shower and then gone to bed early, after a dinner of pizza delivered from the place down the street, she'd woken up a few hours ago, around 2:00 AM, and couldn't go back to sleep.
Her thoughts were jumbled. She'd been dreaming of hands touching her, lips on hers, but she wasn't sure who it was. In the dark fog of her unconscious state, it was impossible to tell. Sometimes, the kisses were sweet and slow, and she thought it must be Beau, but then, the man in the darkness commanded her, taking her roughly, and she thought it must be Sam. In some, sick twisted perversion of her own mind, had she managed to merge them both into the same man?
With a loud sigh, she rolled over, grabbing a pillow and punching it into submission before dropping her face into it.
What had she gotten herself into? What would her mother say if she knew what she was doing? Her mother had always taught her that chastity was a virtue, that she should find one man, marry him, and then allow herself to share a bed with him. If her mom knew what Mia had been up to the last few weeks, she'd be shocked.
But then, Susan Eaton hadn't been married to Mia's father, who'd walked away from them when Mia was an infant. So... perhaps it was a matter of do as I say, not as I do.
It wasn't the fact that she realized her mother would be deeply disappointed that was bothering her, though, it was the fact that Mia didn't know what she was going to do about the fact that she was attracted to both brothers. She wanted Beau and Sam, and that wasn't sustainable. How could she continue to have sex with both of them indefinitely?
She couldn't, and she knew it.
While it seemed apparent that Sam only wanted to fuck her, that he didn't really care about her and could easily replace her with another secretary at any moment (she had seen how many applicants there were the last time, after all) that didn't make her want him any less. The way he'd taken her earlier that day, bending her over the desk and wrapping her hair around his arm, had been so goddamn sexy, she wanted more of him and had wished he'd call her back in all afternoon. The fact that he didn't made her wonder if maybe she hadn't done everything for him that she was supposed to.
Then, there was Beau. He was so sweet, so gentle, so kind. She loved the way just a brush of his skin against her left her longing for more. Even though they'd been in the back of a car and in a hurry earlier that day, he'd been the exact opposite of his brother, making sure she was enjoying herself, thinking about her pleasure first. Sam didn't do that. He took what he wanted without any concern about her. But then, he probably didn't need any feedback to know how much she was enjoying herself. He could tell by the moisture dripping down her leg.
Mia knew both relationships were not sustainable, and she could hear the pleading tone of Beau's voice as he tried to convince her to quit her job. He had enough money that Mia wouldn't need to work. He would take care of everything for her. But she didn't want that. She wanted to take care of herself. Besides, putting all of her faith in Beau meant that if they were to break up for any reason, she'd be homeless and jobless again, and she didn't need that.
Working for Beau didn't solve the problem either because... Mia wasn't done with Sam. She still wanted him. Beau was amazing, and she thought she might be developing true feelings for him. But that didn't mean she didn't want his brother to fuck her hard on a daily basis.
Unless Sam was willing to fire her or decided he didn't want her anymore, she'd have to find a way to continue to balance both of them. It wouldn't be easy, that was for damn sure.
All of this thinking about the two men who'd claimed her that day had her pussy wet and throbbing. She glanced at the clock. There was no way she could call Beau right now, even though he'd said she could. Sam was out of the question.
She'd never been one for pleasuring herself and imagined she couldn't do a very good job of it, compared to the two brothers, but she would have to try something. There was no way she could go back to sleep with the ache between her legs.
She was wearing a silky black negligée. With her mind alternating between images of Sam and those of Beau, she slipped her breasts out the top and began to rub her own nipples with both hands, stroking them hard, pulling on her tits. It felt good, but nothing like it did when Beau fingered them, or when Sam sucked them to twice their length.
One hand slid down into her silk panties. Mia spread her legs wide, letting her knees drop to the sheets as she slid her fingers over her folds, finding her clit. Picturing Sam's tongue, she rubbed hard, trying to get the same reaction out of her body as either of the Whitaker brothers. While it did feel good, it wasn't enough. She lowered her other hand and thrust it inside of herself, searching for the spot she knew would leave her panting and gasping for air.
Mia continued to probe with one hand as she stroked her nub with the other until she felt her muscles tighten slightly and then release. It was not what she'd been hoping for, but it was enough to stop the ache and let her try to fall back to sleep.
If every night was going to be like this, she'd have to get herself some toys-or spend every night in Beau's bed. While she knew she'd be welcome at his house anytime, if she wanted to maintain any sort of independence, she'd have to go with the former.
Mia closed her eyes, willing herself to all into a deep sleep, one where any dreams she may have would be completely pure and Whitaker free.