Cheryl Fisher entered the bar, and Drew felt his cock lengthen from the sight of her. Her red hair was piled on top of her head with spirals coming down around her face. She wore a small white shirt with a pair of tight jeans, her glorious figure on display for every person to see. She was the town’s good girl, but recently she’d been spreading her wings and trying out new things. He’d noticed her several years ago when she had turned eighteen and blossomed into a beautiful woman. He, like most men, appreciated her beauty, and as the years passed his attraction to her had only increased.
He watched as she walked to the bar, her glorious ass swinging with each step, tempting him with the beautiful sight. Taking another quick swig of his drink, Drew walked onto the dance floor to where his friend had his hand under the blonde’s shirt. The blatant sexual display made him roll his eyes. If they ever got a shot with Cheryl, Noah would have to curb his bad boy behaviour.
“I don’t mind both of you tonight,” the blonde said.
“Baby, that is an offer I can’t refuse,” Noah told her.
“Actually, we’re going to be busy tonight. Noah?” Drew pointed his head in the direction of the redhead. His friend looked and pulled away from the woman.
“We’ve got plans tonight. See you around.”
Both men left the dance floor and headed to where the woman they mutually wanted stood.
She was currently being flirted with by several men. All of them worked at the mechanic shop on the outskirts of town, the very same mechanic shop that Drew and Noah owned. Checking out the competition, Drew signalled the bartender to do another round of drinks as they got to where Cheryl stood.
“So how about we take you home with us and show you a good time?” Jake said. The guy’s arm wrapped around her waist brought her flush against the other man. Every possessive instinct inside Drew came to the surface.
“Actually, this woman is taken.” Drew pulled her into his arms as Noah went to her other side, his hand resting at the front of her stomach.
“We got here first.” Jake was clearly determined not to back down.
“Well, I guess none of you will have a job to come back to,” Drew said. Cheryl gasped and pulled out of their hold.
“Don’t even think about fighting over me,” she said and stormed off, taking her drink with her.
Drew and Noah stood together and faced their competition.
“So, how are we going to play this?” Noah asked. He folded his hands over his chest, and Drew smirked at the step back each of the men took.
“Cheryl is too young for you. Leave her to one of us,” Jake said. It looked like Jake had taken the lead role in the discussion.
“Do you really think you’re good enough for her?” Drew asked. Jake and his buddies’ reputation was that they liked the hard, rougher side of sex. He’d heard tales of the women being unable to walk straight for days after the pounding they had taken. They wouldn’t care for her the way he and Noah could.
A pretty brunette walked by, distracting Jake and his buddies. In no time at all, the other men were off chasing another bit of skirt, leaving Cheryl to Drew and Noah.
She stood on the edge of the dance floor, alone, with a drink in hand.
“Are you ready for this?” Drew asked his long-time friend.
“Never been better. I’ve wanted Cheryl for as long as I can remember.”
Cheryl knew they were behind her before she felt their hands on her body. For as long as she could remember she’d been attracted to the two older men. Six years wasn’t a long time, but compared to her twenty-four years, they were far more experienced than she. When her mother had been diagnosed with cancer seven years ago it had been Cheryl who’d taken care of her. The long nights and extensive care meant she rarely got to leave the house for longer than half an hour.
A year ago her mother had passed, and she’d forced a promise from her daughter to finally live life. Cheryl smiled as she recalled the words her mother had said.
“I want you to promise me that no matter how scary something may seem, I want you to take every chance you’ve got. Go out and have fun. Live life. Have sex, but swear to me you’ll never grow old with a man who could never love you.”
Cheryl took a sip of her drink to try to distract herself. The past year she’d spent many times crying. She refused to cry any longer. Her mother would want her to live life to the fullest. Drew and Noah were part of her plans to live life and experience everything. The two men owned the mechanic shop out on the dirt road. She’d taken her mother’s car into the shop since she could drive. The men were always pleasant and didn’t rip her off with too high a price.