“Both of you can fuck me at the same time. Oh, God, I want that so badly.”
“We know.” Phillip’s voice came from beneath her ear. “But we will prepare you first, sweetheart. Now close your eyes and focus on my cock, in your cunt, fucking you.”
The dirty talk, the deeper voices, and yes, the fucking and the anal play all ganged up on her and captured her, taking on a tour de force of arousal both compelling and instantly addicting.
She was close, so close to going over the edge, but she could do nothing to get there faster. They controlled her, these wonderful and sometimes frustrating men. They controlled her, and she wouldn’t truly have it any other way.
Phillip thrust faster, deeper, and Leesa relaxed every muscle striving for orgasm. She simply felt and reveled. Then Jason leaned in and pushed his finger into her ass and began to ream her over and over.
Leesa cried out as she came, as she felt the pulsing of the condom-covered cock within her, as she knew her lover followed her over the edge.
She shivered and quivered and gushed and then sighed when they gathered her close. They whispered soft words, sounds with no meaning, except one.
She was held and cherished and no longer alone. They cared for her, cared about her, and would always keep her safe.
Leesa drifted, not yet ready for sleep. Something’s missing. She needed more. They’d moved her so that her head was once more on Phillip’s chest and her back to Jason. She felt his hand on her leg, and when he pushed, she obeyed the unspoken command.
Lying on her left side, with her right leg draping Phillip’s hips, Leesa waited, knowing, needing, and sighing when she felt Jason’s latex-sheathed cock nudge her folds.
“Are you too sore to take me, baby?”
“I need you. I felt…” She let the words trail off. Jason moved closer as his cock slid into her from behind.
“You felt like something was missing.”
“Yeah.” Their insight into her never ceased to amaze her.
“There will be times when it’s just the two of us or just you and Phillip. Wherever, and whenever, and that’s as it should be.”
“But there will be times when you need to have us both,” Phillip said. “And that, my sweet, is as it should be, too.”
Overcome with emotion, unable to stem the ache in her throat, she could only whisper, “Fuck me, Jason.”
“With great pleasure.” He moved in her, the angle different than the other two positions they’d used, and she gave herself over to him, and to the pleasure. One lover cradled her, his semi-hard cock resting against her stomach while her other lover fucked her. His stroke, long, slow, and deep, moved her, aroused her to an unbelievable height. She, who’d rarely known an orgasm, discovered this day that she could have several, that she had never been cold or aloof.
She’d only been without her two mates.
Electricity shot through her as she climbed higher and higher. The crackling, the sizzling sent trembles through her body. Her clit quivered, and a whimper of desperation escaped.
“Please. Oh, please, Jason!”
“Yeah.”
He angled himself so he was above her, moving his hips, thrusting now with no rhythm, just what she recognized as the same blinding need that ruled her.
Her cry of completion and his grunt of release became a feral crescendo. As wave after wave of pulsing pleasure assailed her, she felt her inner muscles clamp down on his throbbing cock. The heat in the condom soothed and teased her cervix, and her orgasm resurged.
And as she rode the rapture, as she held their heat and their hearts close, Leesa gave thanks that she’d found these men—and that they had found her.
As unlikely as it had been for her to have met them, she found it surprising that they meshed so well. Because they had, and they did, Leesa would never again doubt the existence of fate. Just as she knew she’d never, for the rest of her days, take them, or their love, for granted.
Chapter Sixteen
“I spent a few months with these guys,” Adam Kendall said. He’d used the hand that didn’t hold the chicken wing he’d selected to point at his cousins Sean and Noah Kendall. “I was their guest at their cabin near Anchorage. Though near, of course, is a very relative term.”
Leesa, Jason, and Phillip had joined the group of cousins at Angel’s Roadhouse. Tonight, the place seemed as well represented by Kendalls as it was by Benedicts.
Josh, Alex, and Penelope Benedict were enjoying a date night since their six-year-old daughter, Ellie, was having a sleepover with her grandparents, Bernice, Caleb, and Jonathan, at the Big House. Penelope was drinking soda instead of beer because, she announced, she was pregnant again. “Finally,” she’d added.
“You know you enjoyed your time with us,” Sean Kendall said to Adam. “You did stay a few months.”
“You even stopped shivering within a week of your arrival.” Noah Kendall nodded. Then he looked around the table. “He arrived in the fall.”
“Fall in Texas, as y’all know, is shirtsleeve weather,” Adam said. “The time we like to have outdoor picnics and enjoy long walks under the sun or the stars. It is not parka weather, like y’all had up there.” He’d polished off the wing as his cousins had ribbed him and took a drink of his beer. “Of course, their cabin was more like a manor house. That place was not lacking for a single comfort.”
“Or fresh air or beautiful views,” Sean said.
“Well now, that’s true. And first thing in the morning there’s a kind of quiet up there, especially after a snowfall, that nearly makes your ears ring and your heart hurt.”
“Sounds like the place we might want to visit sometime in the future,” Penelope said. “Ellie, by herself, is a noise machine at times. Add in a new little one…” She let the sentence fall. Her smile, of course, let everyone know she wasn’t
