I Tried to Evict My Three Tenants, So They Moved Into My Bed novel · Chapter 2 of 24
Chapter 2: Nobody Leaves the Table
Gunnar names the house rule, Marit answers it with yes to all three, and on the cleared kitchen table Henrik gives her the first of the night's orgasms before Jussi pulls her toward the sauna.
Gunnar's hand was heavy and warm on my waist, and he did not take it away.
"In April we made a rule," he said.
"If one of us touched you, it was all three of us or none of us. Nothing behind anybody's back."
"Whose rule was that?" I asked.
"Mine."
His voice had dropped, and I felt it in my knees.
"I made it because I didn't trust any of us to stop at one."
"Then it's all three," I said.
Jussi let out a sound that was half a laugh and half something else.
"I never wanted to be none," Henrik said.
It was the first thing he had said all night, and it came out low and rough.
Gunnar looked at me for a long moment.
"Tell me to stop," he said.
"Don't you dare," I said.
He kissed me.
It was not a polite kiss.
His mouth came down hard and sure, and his free hand took the back of my neck.
I opened for him at once.
He tasted of coffee and the dill from the stew.
He kissed me slowly, and I got both fists into the front of his sweater.
When he lifted his head, Jussi was breathing against my hair.
"That's one," Jussi said hoarsely.
"I'm counting. I've been counting since April."
His fingers closed on the end of my braid, and he tugged until my head tipped back against his shoulder.
"Hi," he said into my ear.
"Hi," I said.
He laughed and bit my earlobe, and the laugh turned into a groan against my neck.
Henrik had not moved.
He was still in his chair, forearms on his knees, dark eyes on my mouth.
His stillness was the loudest thing in the room.
I reached out and put two fingers under his chin.
"Come here," I said.
He stood so fast his chair went over backward.
Nobody picked it up.
He took my face in both hands.
His kiss was nothing like Gunnar's, quick and starving, with a small sound at the back of his throat that went straight through me.
His hands were calloused and not quite steady.
"Mine," he said against my lips, and then he heard himself and froze.
"Yours," I said.
"Say it again," Henrik whispered.
"Yours."
Gunnar swept the bowls to the far end of the table with one arm.
They rang and slid, and none of them broke.
Jussi caught the plate at the corner, the sixth plate, before it went over the edge.
He held it in both hands for a second, and his hands were not steady either.
He carried it to the counter and set it down with great care.
When he turned back, his face was wet and he was grinning.
"Don't mind me," he said.
"Everything's fine. Get her on the table."
Gunnar lifted me onto it.
I sat on the scrubbed pine where my grandmother had rolled out a thousand loaves.
The three of them stood around me in the yellow light.
Jussi pulled my sweater over my head.
Gunnar unhooked my bra with one hand, and I was glad I had worn the black one.
Cold air touched my skin, and then three pairs of eyes did, and my nipples drew tight.
"Look at her," Jussi said.
"Look at her, Gun."
"I'm looking," Gunnar said.
He bent and took my breast into his mouth.
His tongue was hot and slow and certain, and I gasped and caught the back of his head.
Jussi's hands slid around from behind.
He cupped my other breast and rolled the nipple between his rough fingers, while his mouth worked the side of my throat.
Henrik had gone down on his knees.
He unbuttoned my jeans and drew them off with my underwear, one leg and then the other.
He set my bare foot on his shoulder.
He looked at me.
I was open in front of him in the full light of the kitchen, wet and flushed, with two men's mouths on my body.
"Henrik," I said.
"Look at me," he said.
"I want you to see me do it."
He put his mouth on me.
The first stroke of his tongue was long and flat and so slow that my hips jumped.
He did not hurry.
He licked me open, and then he found my clit with the tip of his tongue and circled it.
I cried out loud in my grandmother's kitchen.
"There," Gunnar said, against my breast.
"Let him hear you."
"Oh God, Henrik."
"Good girl," Gunnar said.
The low steady voice went through me, and I came undone a little more.
Henrik pushed my thighs wider.
His tongue went inside me, and out again, and back to my clit.
He read my sounds and changed his rhythm to match them.
He was paying attention to me with his whole body.
Jussi pinched my nipple gently, and Gunnar sucked the other one hard.
Henrik's mouth closed over my clit and drew on it.
I lost my words.
"Look at me," Henrik said again, his mouth wet.
I looked down.
His face was between my thighs, his eyes black and fixed on mine, and I watched him lick me.
That did it.
I came with my head thrown back on Jussi's shoulder and my heel digging into Henrik's back.
It went on and on, and Henrik did not let up.
Gunnar kept his mouth on my breast through all of it, and Jussi whispered filth about how beautiful I was.
When it finally ebbed, I lay back on the table and laughed with my whole chest.
Henrik rested his forehead on my thigh.
His shoulders were shaking.
"Is he all right?" I asked.
"He's been waiting since March," Gunnar said.
He kissed the inside of my wrist, and then he straightened.
"You're not finished," he said.
"Gunnar, I can't."
"You can."
He put his hand between my thighs.
Two of his fingers slid into me, thick and slow, and my whole body clenched around them.
I was still sensitive and soaking wet, and I made a sound I had never made.
"There she is," Gunnar said, very low.
He curled his fingers forward and pressed, and white light went through me.
Jussi turned my face and kissed me, deep and clumsy and delighted.
He swallowed what came out of my mouth.
My hands found Gunnar's belt on their own.
I got it open and the button after it, and I pushed my hand inside and closed it around him.
He was hard and hot and heavy, thicker than I had let myself imagine.
He jerked in my grip and swore under his breath.
"Marit."
"Mine?" I said, stroking him once, slowly, from root to tip.
"Fuck," said Gunnar, with great feeling.
"Yours," he said roughly.
"God help me, yours. Come for me again. Let me feel it."
His fingers worked harder, Jussi's mouth closed on my nipple, and Henrik kissed the inside of my knee.
I came a second time with my face in Gunnar's neck and my hand tight around his cock.
He held me through it.
He did not come, and he did not let me go until I stopped shaking.
Then he drew his hand out and put his fingers in his mouth, and he watched me while he did.
"Two of us left," he said.
"I'm not done with you either."
"Neither am I," I said.
Jussi pulled me upright and into his arms.
He was warm and enormous and sweaty with happiness.
He kissed me with his beard scratching my chin.
"The sauna's hot," he said.
"I lit it before supper."
I stared at him.
"You lit it before you knew."
"I hoped," Jussi said.
"I hoped real hard, Mari."
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