Authors: Jessica Miller
Eli was pulling down his pants and Jack was still under her skirt. For a split-second she was out of her body, struggling to believe that a waitress from The Spatula was having a threesome with her SEAL childhood friend and a half-beast Navy SEAL. Then the disbelief passed and she knew only pleasure.
“How do you want me?” she said, as Eli’s cock sprang up.
It was big and intimidating, a strong, hard cock.
“Bend over,” he said huskily, in a tone only a fool would argue with.
Jack released her and Samantha climbed onto the bed, baring her vagina, pushing it toward them. She didn’t think she had ever wanted to be fucked
this
badly. She could almost feel the animal in him. It was in the grunts and the heaviness of his breath. She knew that he saw her as only something to be fucked now. She could sense that strongly. And yet it did not offend or repulse her. It intrigued her. To be an object of this much passion was exhilarating.
She felt as though time slowed; and then finally he was inside of her. His cock was huge, pushing into her vagina, making her ache with the pain-pleasure of it. But she was wet and horny and soon she opened to him. He pushed into her slowly at first, filling her, touching her sweet spot. Jack walked around the front of her and lay on the bed on his back. She set her hands on his thighs. He had pulled down his trousers. His cock was waiting for her. She didn’t hesitate. She took it in her mouth as Eli fucked her from behind.
Jack placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down on his cock. She gagged and moaned but was all the hornier as she choked on the enormous cock. Eli grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and pressing the flesh, moaning loudly. His thrusts were frantic, hungry, and he pounded her harder each moment. He was pounding her so hard now she could feel nothing apart from a pain-tinged pleasure. It was hot and violent and she fucking
loved
it.
She took Jack’s cock out of her mouth and rubbed it hard with her hand. “
Fuck
,” she moaned. “Fuck, yes, fuck,
yes, yes
.” She came all over Eli’s cock, squirting on him. She was embarrassed because she hadn’t squirted in a long time. But as soon as she did it, Eli moaned louder and his thrusts became sporadic and his breathing became labored. He grunted once more, and then collapsed onto her back. Her hand had tightened around Jack’s cock as she came, and now he was coming: in unison with Eli, two Navy SEALs coming in and on her.
Eli rolled aside and lay on the bed, and Jack lay on his back, panting. Samantha curled in a ball between them, surrounded by the two of them, engulfed by them: completely, utterly immersed in them. There was nowhere she would rather be right now than here, she decided.
After a while she crawled under the blanket. Without a word Eli and Jack followed. They lay like that for a long time, falling into each other’s warmth, and then sleep took Samantha and all she knew was peace.
But late that night she woke with a thought that invaded her peace like an infection:
Why hadn’t Jack fucked her, too?
*****
Samantha didn’t speak to Eli or Jack for three days after the night at the hotel. She worked pretty much nonstop, working overtime shifts because the other waiters and waitresses just couldn’t be bothered. And when she did come home it was to collapse, exhausted, on her bed. Perhaps she would’ve been angrier that they didn’t contact her if she hadn’t been so tired. A part of her did worry that they had used her, but she wasn’t a Victorian flower. If they had used her, she had enjoyed it, and she had used
them
too. No, she told herself, let them contact you in their own time.
What worried her (a little) was the fact that neither Eli nor Jack had been seen around town over the past three days. She asked the Hag about it. The old woman sneered at her with twinkling, knowing eyes, like a witch looking into your soul. “Perhaps they have had what they came here for, yes? Perhaps they have filled their bellies. Hungry men are so kind, are they not? Full men? They’re just indifferent.”
Samantha shouldn’t have expected more. She was called the Hag for a reason. Still, it was frustrating to have no information on where they had gone. Her mind was calm on the fourth day, her day off, when her apartment buzzer sounded and Jack’s voice came over the intercom.
“Can we come up?” he said.
Samantha didn’t have to ask who the “we” was. She pressed the buzzer and threw on a nightgown over her underwear. Jack and Eli, Eli and Jack… the two of them were like two sides of one person. There was the calm, in-control side: Jack. And there was the animal, crazy side: Eli. Even when they walked into the apartment it was as though their movements were choreographed. They sidled to the couch and sat down. Samantha guessed it was their SEAL training. They had been taught how to move as one.
“Hello,” Jack said, smiling at her.
“Where’ve you been?” Samantha blurted.
Smooth…
Jack laughed. “We had to attend a SEAL meeting. Very boring.”
“Wanted to honor us,” Eli grunted. “Honor us for what?”
“Well, it is brave,” Samantha said.
“What is?” Eli said, turning on her.
Samantha blushed at the vehemence in his face, but went on: “Fighting is. I could never be in a war zone. All those bullets whizzing by, all those people trying to kill you, all the chaos. The madness of it all. No, it would be too much for me. If you go into that you must be brave.”
Eli shook his head. “I’m far more nervous talking to a beautiful woman like you than I am going into war,” Eli said. A slight smile touched his lips, shifting his beard slightly. “I know how that sounds. But it’s the truth and here’s why. When you’re taught how to be a soldier brave doesn’t even come into it. The training is as purposefully mundane as possible. They teach you everything by rote, again and again and again,
drilling
it into you, until you could do it with your eyes closed. And when you go over you’re hardly fighting, and when something does happen you don’t even think.
“But,” he went on, “with you I have not been trained. How does a man like me impress a woman like you?”
Without thinking, Samantha said: “You did a pretty good job the other night.”
The three of them laughed.
“Alright, Eli,” Jack said. “Are you done being morbid?”
“Suppose so,” Eli said.
“So what did they do?” Samantha said. “Was it a ceremony?”
“No as official as that,” Jack said. “If it was a ceremony – a party or whatever – I would have invited you, Sammy. No, it was just a meeting with the general. He said thanks for everything you did over there and that was it.”
Samantha was suddenly struck by how
huge
the men looked in her apartment: like adults sitting in children’s chairs. She thought of how Vikings must have looked in Englishman’s homes, sitting on their undersized furniture with their hulking bodies.
“You don’t sound too pleased,” Samantha said.
“Sammy, you remember when I was about ten and I said to you that I wanted to be a soldier? It was the time we chased Fat Joey and then he turned around and smacked me across the face and we became friends.
You hit good for a fat kid,
I said. And then, I think this was it, I turned to you and said:
I’m going to be a soldier one day
. Because Joey had smacked me so good I wanted to be a soldier to protect myself.”
“I remember,” Samantha said. “Joey turned out to be awesome.”
“Yeah, well…” Jack shook his head. “Being a soldier isn’t all I thought it was going to be back then. That’s all.” He sighed and then leaned forward. “Anyway, Eli and I are here to ask you to take a week off from work.”
“What? Why?” Samantha said, already thinking about how she could swing it.
“We want to take you away for a few days,” Jack said. “We’ll have to get you a passport, but we can rush that along. We know some people who will help us with that.”
Samantha’s head was whirring through a thousand different scenarios. These two men, both of them, wanted to take her away. She felt like a little girl who has just been asked to her first dance, like a teenager who has just had her first kiss, like a woman feeling love for the first time. All the emotions of her past seemed to pile under her and lift her upward.
“Where do you want to take me?”
“Malta,” Eli said. “Malta is a neutral island. No fighting there. No bloodshed. We want to take you to Malta, Samantha.”
“Say yes,” Jack urged.
Samantha paused. She would have to tell the big bad boss that she would be away for a few days. But she had earned it, hadn’t she? One of the other waitresses would have to pull her weight for once. Samantha smiled, leaned across the table, and kissed each man on the cheek.
*
Everything went with frightening speed. Before she knew it, Samantha was in a private plane with Eli and Jack. That her life had taken such a sudden turn was still amazing to her. How was it that she, a waitress from a small nowhere town like Barkton, was now on a plane to Malta with two Navy SEALs? If it could happen to her, she thought, it could happen to anybody. Her thoughts turned to all the bored women in the world, who never knew that tomorrow they could meet someone who would twist their world into something magical and unknowable.
Jack and Eli sat opposite her. Samantha sat in an armchair-like seat and the two of them leaned forward on sort-of-stools. Eli’s face, with its wild eyes, resembled that of an uncaged beast. Jack looked out of the window, watching the terrain whir past.
“This is going to be great,” he said. “Four days in Malta.”
Four days…
Convincing Mr. Adams hadn’t been all that difficult. All she had had to do was remind him that she was the hardest-working waitress in town and that the local bar would gladly take her, had he any problems with her. Seeing as The Spatula and the bar were always vying for custom, it was simple. She felt a bit bad about leaving, but it was only for four days, and surely he could find another waitress to cover her for less than a week.
“Yes,” Eli said, in that deadpan voice. She imagined Eli walking across a dreary Viking landscape surrounded by endless forest-green fields the color of his eyes; the scene was pretentious and weird but it suited him exactly. “We’ll lie in the sun and fuck and drink.” He said it with such calmness, but when he turned and stared at Samantha his eyes widened a little. “We’ll fuck harder and harder each night.”
Then Jack leaned across the table and touched Samantha’s leg. “It’s my turn,” he said, looking her up and down. “I’m going to fuck you, Sammy.”
She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed his wrist and pulled at him. He hopped over the table and leaned down and kissed her neck. Like a wolf moving in on a kill, Eli rose from his chair and walked around the table. Jack’s lips were warm on her skin and she remembered that this was
Jack
and he was a SEAL now. Eli moved behind her, and reached around the chair and touched her breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt.
They were going all the way, this was happening—and then a flight attendant walked through the door. Eli and Jack didn’t try and hide what the three of them were doing; Samantha was the most embarrassed. She pushed them away and smoothed herself down. Eli and Jack returned to their seats. The flight attendant, a woman about Samantha’s age, did a good job at hiding her distaste, but Samantha still saw it, in the deepest recesses of her yellowish eyes.
“Can I get your anything?” she said, faux-chirpy.
Samantha ordered a large glass of wine.
Soon,
she thought, looking over the rim of her glass at Jack.
*****
Each of them had their own hotel room, which Samantha liked because it didn’t force them to spend time together. She was still having trouble believing that any of this was really happening and had actually pinched herself last night, like a massive cliché, to make sure it was real. But this morning as she awoke with the soft winter sun shining through her curtains, she felt the reality of it strike her. It was real, she was here.
She got dressed and went across the hall to meet Eli and Jack. They met in Eli’s room, sitting on the bed and looking out upon the ocean. It was warmer here, though it was still winter and it wasn’t scorching. There was no snow, however, and the air had a brisk vitality to it that Barkton lacked. The air felt
clean
, or maybe that was just how she felt, being away from home for the first time in years: fresh, remade.
“This is beautiful,” Samantha said into the silence as the three of them looked upon the ocean.
Without speaking, Samantha sat between them. She was beginning to see that this was the way that felt most comfortable to all of them: the two men bordering her. She placed a hand on Jack’s leg and a hand on Eli’s. Suddenly, she wanted these men. But she didn’t want to be the one to make a move. She didn’t want to cross that line. She was here at
their
mercy; that was the play. So they just sat there for a few minutes with Samantha resting her hand on their legs. She knew they liked it because their breathing had become quicker and each man was looking at her out of the corner of his eye.