“Yes.” They’d spoken together, as one, and that was fine because her ever dichotomous soul recognized them as one—her mate.
“I love you with everything I am,” Ken said. “You complete me.”
“I love you more than my own life,” Ian said. “You make me whole.”
“I love you both so much. I never knew I could feel this way. I need you both. I want you both. I want this, this right here, to be my forever best destiny.”
Too soon too soon too soon.
The mantra echoed in her head, that same voice that told her, always told her when she’d stepped too far, reached too high. The shock of reality washed through her, and she felt an icy cold surge through her. Alice knew what happened next. They’d say something trite, something disingenuous, and she’d know that, once more, as she invariable did, she’d blown it.
“Thank God.” Ian cupped her face. “Thank God. Alice Benedict, please marry us.”
“You’re ours, woman. Now, forever, into the next life. Please marry us.”
Alice couldn’t hold back her tears or the shaking. “You want me? You really want me?”
Ian and Ken moved. Ian lifted her, Ken pulled down the blankets, and she was flat on her back in the middle of the mattress, surrounded by the heat and the scent and the strength of them both.
“We don’t just want you. We desire you.” Ian began to open the buttons of her silk blouse.
“We don’t just desire you. We need you.” Ken reached for the button of her jeans.
“More than we need food,” Ian said.
“Hell, more than we need air.”
Alice’s tears continued to overflow as two pairs of hands raced to strip her—and then themselves.
“There will never be a moment when we won’t want, desire, and need you.” Ian’s voice turned soft. “Baby girl, you’re our dream, our one and only dream, come true.”
“You’d better be sure, sweetheart, because we are never letting you go.”
She chuckled despite herself when Ken raised his cotton handkerchief and blotted her tears.
“What is it with you and handkerchiefs? I thought they were relics of the past.”
“That’s a story for another time, but you can thank Uncles Craig and Jackson for the habit,” Ken said.
“Hush, now.” Ian cupped her face, and then his lips covered hers. Not hot and forceful, not anxious, but…reverent. She sank into the seduction he wove, her arousal stirring, her emotions finding a level of bliss she hadn’t known existed.
Ian raised his head, and Ken turned her face toward him, laid his mouth on hers, and showed her that he, too, revered the moment and her. Warm and wet and oh, so wonderful. Alice slid into his kiss, drinking, relishing, and cherishing.
While Ken kissed her, Ian’s hands roamed. He cupped her breasts, first one then the other, and pinched her nipples. A sharp shaft of pleasure shot from her nipple to her clit. She couldn’t stop the surge of her hips bowing off the bed—an instinctive movement as her body sought its mates.
Ken’s lips abandoned hers and traveled down her body. He lapped at her flesh, spreading a moist trail of arousal, over and around her left nipple then down toward her navel.
Ian turned her face toward him. “I need to feel your mouth surrounding my cock.”
Oh, yes. Alice loved having her lovers’ cocks in her mouth. She licked her lips as she held his gaze. Ian sucked in a breath. In a heartbeat, he positioned his body, maneuvering so that his very hot and hard cock brushed her lips.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked Ian’s cock in at the same time that Ken placed his mouth on her cunt.
Alice shivered and then sighed around Ian’s cock and let herself simply immerse herself in her men. She suckled one lover, her tongue stroking his shaft as she pushed her pussy into the face of her other lover.
Ken moved his lips and tongue, tasting her, eating her, with an enthusiasm that defied description. His tongue slid in and out of her channel then reached up to caress her clit, and she shivered as the sharp electric thrill raced over and through her.
Arousal and excitement and a soul-deep sense of serving surrounded her, and she knew, in this moment, this was perfection.
This was love.
So Alice took and she gave, and she moaned as her arousal slipped her control and swirled upward, higher, faster than ever before.
Ian groaned, a sound of pleasure that affirmed her. His cock became hotter, so she lifted one hand and caressed his balls, used her thumb to stroke as he’d shown her, felt them tighten, and knew he was close.
Ken inserted his fingers into her, searching and finding her sweet spot. Then he closed his mouth over her clit and suckled hard, sending her over the edge as the first shot of Ian’s cum hit the back of her throat.
She swallowed and came and flew on the wings of Eros, having both received and given a passion so pure it transcended every negative thing that had ever assailed her, leaving her feeling brand-new, whole, and loved.
* * * *
The shower poured over them, soft warm water that cleansed and soothed and refreshed. Alice loved having her hair washed and rinsed and sighed as Ian performed the task for her. Her men took turns with each shower so that she hadn’t had to fuss with the chore herself since they’d come together.
“You know, sweetheart, you never did actually say yes to our proposal,” Ken said.
His hands were very busy ensuring that her breasts and her pussy were absolutely clean, and consequently, her nipples had returned to being diamond-hard little buds.
Alice opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Well, that was remiss of me. Although I do believe my actions in the wake of your proposal were my answer. But since I appreciate, with all my heart, the organized and anal part of your character, allow me to confirm. Yes. Yes, I will gladly, and gratefully, marry you both.”
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