“Oh, sweetheart.”
Lewis released her lips. She caught sight of his grin before her eyes closed in pleasure. “Oh, Randy! That’s…” All her thoughts shattered as Randy began to thrust into her.
In front of her, Lewis gently wrapped his hand around her left arm. He’s keeping my hand up, supported and protected as his cousin and best friend fucks me from behind. The sexy thought made her shiver.
Over and over Randy thrust into her, and she moved, using her hips to push back and meet those thrusts, to give and to take, to pleasure even as she was being driven to heights of delight she’d never experienced. His cock hit deep, and she loved the twinge of pain. She felt all of him in all of her, as she had with Lewis. But now, now with her second lover inside her body, she felt a sense of everything being right and solid in her world.
Multiple orgasms? She had a sense those were going to be a constant in her immediate future. They’re going to ruin me for any other men.
Michaela couldn’t really find the energy to mind about that so much at the moment. Arousal turned needy and greedy, on the way to desperation. She opened her eyes and met Lewis’s glittering gaze.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes…yes.” The words emerged on their own, and the heat in one lover’s eyes as another did just that sent her over the edge. She opened her mouth to scream and surrendered to that and Lewis’s kiss.
Her sound of jubilation muffled as her body clenched, as she came and came and came, was the hottest moment ever. Her entire body shook. The spasms of release, Randy’s growl and then shout, and the sensation of his cock ejaculating inside the condom within her—all worked together to bring her to peak again.
It lasted forever and was over far too soon. Michaela fought for air and waited for the pounding in her chest, and the pounding in the chests holding her close, to subside. She drew in a deep lungful of breath and felt her lips slide into a smile. She could smell her lovers—clean sweat and sexy juices—and in that moment wondered if she could bottle the scent and make a fortune.
No, at this moment, I’m already rich enough.
Randy kissed her shoulder. “Come here.” He eased back just slightly and reached for her. He didn’t turn her into his arms but drew her back, wrapping his arms around her. Lewis slid to the edge of the bed and laid her arm on a pillow before getting to his feet.
“Be right back.”
“Are you feeling okay?” Randy asked her
“Perfect.” Michaela thought it was the perfect response. Because Randy was kissing her cheek, she felt his smile.
“You are certainly that.”
“No, not me. This. Us. The three of us. Perfect.”
“That, too.”
“She being a brat again?” Lewis strolled back into the bedroom and toward her, clearly absolutely comfortable in his nakedness.
“You’ve gotta kind of like that about her,” Randy said.
Michaela heard the laughter in his voice.
“I take exception to that. If a man is vocal in his opinions, why he’s considered thoughtful, confident, deserving of respect. If a woman is vocal…she’s a brat?”
Lewis grinned. “Pretty much.”
He stretched out beside her, lifting her arm and letting her rest it on him instead of the pillow. “We’re teasing you, baby girl, and you take the bait so easily.”
“I never used to like being teased.”
“You know we’re not being disrespectful. And you are, by the way, most definitely deserving of respect.” He leaned in and gave her a way-too-short kiss.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, your bathroom is way too small for us to party in—so no watersports for you.”
“Well, that sucks because I’ve heard some interesting things about those watersports.”
“We wouldn’t be doing that anyway, sweetheart, because you can’t get your hand wet.”
“So many restrictions.” Michaela actually felt disgruntled about that.
“However…” Lewis met her gaze and held it. “There are two of us, so we can, between us, see that you get what you need. At the moment, one of us will make breakfast, and one of us will… help you shower.”
“I’m the better cook,” Randy said. He gave her an extra little squeeze. “I’ll go get breakfast—and coffee—started.”
She looked over her shoulder and met Randy’s gaze. Something in his eyes sent her a message she wasn’t quite getting. Except she had the sense that Randy wasn’t taking care of only her.
“Thank you.” Then she turned her attention back to Lewis. “I’ve seen the master bathroom suites in both Jenny’s and Bailey’s houses, so I understand that this bathroom is in need of…renovations.”
“Renovations, is it? Well, isn’t it handy that you now have a couple of helpers close at hand who have some experience in that? Not to mention all those others who will be volunteering to pitch in.”
“Helpers?” Michaela couldn’t hold back her grin. “I don’t know, Lewis. I can picture you as the captain on a pirate ship and the leader of an invading army. ‘Helper’ just doesn’t play for me where the two of you are concerned.”
“Sure it does, sweet thing. It all depends on the definition of the word ‘helper.’” He moved to the edge of the bed and carefully drew her body over to him. “Randy and I both plan to show you what great helpers we can be, helping you come over and over again.”
Now she saw the heat in his gaze, and as he lifted her into his arms, she felt the hardness of his cock against her hip. Her nipples tightened, and she felt a renewal of wetness between her thighs.
“And, of course, because we’re also going to be helping ourselves—to you.”
Chapter Ten
Lewis figured he owed Randy, big time.
The truth was his best friend was
