by Marla Monroe
Over the next few days, her phone rang off and on and she ignored all the calls and erased all the messages from both men. Finally, after a week of them calling, they stopped, and she didn’t hear from them again. A month passed and she came home one day to find Clay camped out on her apartment building’s doorstep. She sighed and stepped around him to punch in the security code.
He stood up and waited for her to nod that he could come up with her. What did he want after all this time? He followed her up without a word and waited while she unlocked the apartment before following her inside. She closed and locked the door then dropped her bag and key on the little table by the door.
Turning to Clay, she licked her lips and found him watching her tongue like a starved man. It turned her on so much she felt her stomach sink and her pussy begin to weep. What was she doing with him in her apartment? Had she forgotten what they meant to her?
Clay seemed to come to his senses first. He drew in a deep breath and spoke in a strained voice.
“I know you don’t have any reason to listen to me, but I hope you’ll let me talk to you,” he began.
“What is there left to talk about, Clay? I think we’ve already beaten a dead horse.”
“I love you, baby. I’ve never stopped loving you. Neither has Elliot, but he thinks you’ll never give us a chance again. I’m hoping you will.”
“A chance at what, Clay? Hurting me again? Cutting out my heart and leaving me to bleed to death?”
“We never meant to hurt you. Things got out of hand and then Ann showed up.”
“And the baby comes first.”
“No, it didn’t in the end. Elliot and I tried to call you for two weeks. You wouldn’t speak to us, and I’m guessing that you erased all our messages without listening to them. Because if you had, you would have known that we wanted to marry you right then, regardless of if the baby was ours or not.”
“You’re saying you would have married me still not knowing if you had a child by another woman or not? Why, Clay?”
“Because we didn’t love Ann to begin with. We could still have our child as a part of our lives without marrying her. We couldn’t have you in our lives without marrying you.”
“She would have let you have visitation even being married to me and not her?” Desire asked.
“She wouldn’t have had a choice. We would have sued for custody of the child if we needed to.”
“What if I hadn’t wanted to raise another woman’s baby?” she asked quietly.
“Then we would have sued for parental rights to see the child when we wanted to. She’s in no position to take care of herself, much less a baby.”
“I feel sorry for her then.”
“Don’t, she did it to herself. She was also trying to bilk three other men, telling them the baby was theirs as well.” Clay took a seat on the couch.
“So is the baby yours or not?” she asked.
“Does it matter to you? I mean without knowing if the baby is ours or not, would you still consider marrying us?”
Desire looked at him and realized he was trying to save face as well as ask her to marry him. He’d come back on his knees, so to speak, and she held all three of their hearts in the palm of her hand.
“Clay, it never was about if the baby was yours or not. It was about trust and being honest about things. It wouldn’t have mattered then if the baby was yours or not. I would have married you both.”
“And now?” he asked.
“Now it still doesn’t matter about the baby. It still matters about trust and honesty. I’m scared to trust you.”
“Will you at least give us a chance?” he asked.
Desire looked at him a long time with a longing in her soul. She felt pieces of her heart mend as she let his words sink in. Could she forgive them and trust them again? Maybe.
“You’re a package deal, right?” she asked.
Clay looked startled and a little unsure.
“Yes.”
“Then where is the other part of the package?”
Clay smiled and stood up. “He’s out in the truck waiting to see if I got past your defenses.”
“Call him and tell him to come grovel for my forgiveness and we’ll go from there.”
Clay grinned wide now and pulled out his phone. He punched one button then said, “Get your ass up here, now,” and shoved his phone back on the clip.
“He’s on his way.” Clay took a step closer to her.
She took a step back. “I want to hear his story first. I hope you got your stories straight this time,” she only half teased.
“Remember, Elliot is the hardheaded one of us,” Clay began when Elliot banged on the door.
Desire looked through the peephole and unlocked the locks before letting him in. He almost immediately fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs, hugging them to his chest.
“Please say yes,” Elliot begged.
Desire was so taken aback she almost fell backward, but Clay was there to catch her. Elliot looked up at her with a desperate look in his eyes.
“I’ll never keep anything from you again. Please give us a chance. That’s all I’m asking. Just a chance.”
“Your brother was asking me to marry him,” she teased.
Elliot sprang to his feet and picked her up and swung her around.
“Did you tell him yes? I love you, Desire!” He didn’t put her down but walked her back against the wall and proceeded to kiss her senseless.
Desire pushed him away and laughed. “I haven’t told him anything yet. I’ve been waiting for you to tell me how you feel.”
Elliot huffed out a breath and grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the bulge growing larger down his leg.
“That’s how I feel,” he said. “I want you so bad I could pound nails, but more than anything, I want you to want us again.”
“I never stopped wanting you, Elliot. I just couldn’t live with never knowing if you were telling me the truth or keeping something from me. I couldn’t handle being second best all the time.”
“You’re never second best. I know I treated you that way for a few days, but I figured out quick that wasn’t where you deserved to be. I’m sorry.” Elliot looked deep into her eyes.
Desire returned his stare with warmth in her eyes. She loved them both and together, they were mending her shattered heart. Could she trust them? She wasn’t sure, but she could give them another chance.
“I’d like us to be friends and go from there,” she said. “I can’t just start trusting you like nothing has happened. If we start out as friends and everything works out, then maybe we can be more than friends later.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Fuck friends,” Elliot said. “I’m asking for lovers. I don’t think I can go another day without tasting that sweet pussy.”
Clay laughed and leaned in to kiss her. “Please? Let us love you.”
Desire couldn’t help but laugh at their comical expressions of pain at the thought of just being friends. Truth was, she was about to die for a taste of their cocks, and her pussy was soaking her panties even now.
“I’ll let you show me, and if you really seem to mean it, I’ll agree to lovers,” she said.
With that, Elliot picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Clay scrambled to get around them to pull back the comforter and sheets. She bounced when Elliot dropped her on the bed.
“Get those clothes off her, now,” Elliot said as he began to undress.
Clay smiled down at her and slipped her shoes from her feet then ran his hand up her legs to her garters. He noticed then that she was wearing the pink ones he’d bought for her.
“She’s wearing the garters and hose I bought for her,” Clay said in a strangled voice.
“I think she should be spanked for not wearing them for us, don’t you, Clay?” Elliot was down to boxers and socks now.
Desire watched as Clay took one leg and Elliot the other and unhooked the garters from the st
ockings then rolled the delicate hose down her legs. They dropped them off the edge of the bed and then Clay unhooked her garter belt and pulled it off with her panties. He leaned in and swiped his tongue down her slit.
“Mmmm, sweet as ever. You’ve got to taste, Elliot.”
Elliot went to his knees at the foot of the bed and leaned in for a lick. He didn’t stop at one, though. He shoved his shoulders between her knees and pushed her legs farther apart. He planned to stay awhile she decided when he lapped at her cunt.
Clay licked his lips then crawled up the bed. He began unbuttoning her blouse and then unsnapped her front closure bra. He peeled back the cups of her bra and stared down at her naked breasts. Her nipples stood erect from all the stimulation she was receiving to her needy pussy. Clay leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around it. She moaned at the wonderful feel of his mouth at her breast.
Elliot stiffened his tongue and began to fuck her with it. She bucked when he added a finger and curled it around to hit her hot spot. He pulled back and added a second finger to her pussy and latched onto her clit about the same time that Clay pinched her other nipple and nipped at the one in his mouth.
Desire came screaming. She thrashed her head back and forth on the bed as they slowly brought her down. God, she’d missed them. No one could please her as they did. No one would ever have the chance again. She had already forgiven them. Now, all that she needed to do was learn to trust again.
Elliot growled as he licked at her wet pussy, trying to suck up every drop of her release. She looked over and found Clay nearly naked now. He’d removed all his clothes except his boxers and was in the process of doing that now. He saw her looking at him and winked at her.
“We’re going to fuck you good and proper now,” he said.
“I can hardly wait.”
“You have anything we can use as lube?” he asked.
“Um, there’s baby oil in the bathroom.”
Elliot growled again. “Perfect.”
Clay returned and handed the baby oil to Elliot. He positioned himself on the bed so that Desire could crawl over on top of him. She slowly lowered herself over his throbbing dick until he was barely inside of her. She moaned at the size of him already beginning to stretch her wide. She eased down a little more and caught her breath when he flexed inside of her.
“Ease up there, Desire. Go slow.” Clay seemed worried now that she would hurt herself.
“I’m okay, it’s just been a long time.”
“A whole fucking month at least,” Elliot said.
Desire rose up a little from Clay’s thick cock then took him to the hilt in one swoop.
“Ahh,” she groaned.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes. I’m fine. Move. I need you to move for me,” she said.
“Not yet, baby. Let Elliot get in you first.” Clay pulled her down, wrapping his arms around her back to hold her still.
Elliot’s fingers began to rub baby oil all around her back hole. Then he squirted some of it inside her. She felt him push one finger inside her and pump it in and out. Then he made it two and the pinch was strong. But he took it slow. The third finger smarted. Still, he took it slow and thrust them in and out, over and over until she was pushing back against them. Then he withdrew his fingers and she felt the bulbous head of his cock at her back entrance.
Desire tried to relax and push out as he pushed inward. It burned at first then slowly gave way to a pinch as he pushed past the tight ring. Once inside, he pushed all the way until his balls bounced against her pussy. Then he grew still and let her get used to him being there.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and demanded they fuck her.
“Now, move. Please, I can’t stand it anymore. I need you to fuck me,” she pleaded.
Clay pulled out while Elliot remained inside, then he pulled out and Clay shoved forward. They took turns tunneling inside her, Elliot in her tight ass and Clay in her hot cunt. Desire impaled herself on first one thick cock then the other, over and over until she felt the heat begin to change into white hot fire about to explode between them
“Oh, God, oh, God. Yes!” She called out each of their names as they brought her to completion fucking her tight holes.
Elliot came next, shooting his cum deep inside her ass as Clay slammed into her once, twice, three more times before he shot his cum within her womb. They all collapsed into a pile with Desire at its center. It was where she wanted to always be, at the center of their relationship.
After several minutes of recovering time, Elliot pulled from her ass and climbed off the bed to go to the bathroom and clean up. Clay pulled out, but didn’t leave. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her face a dozen times.
“I love you, Desire.”
“I love you, Clay.” She kissed him hard and long.
She felt a hot wet cloth on her bottom as Elliot cleaned her up. He kissed the small of her back.
“I love you, Desire,” he said.
“I love you, too, Elliot.”
“Will you let us love you forever?” he finally asked after he finished cleaning her up.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Good, ’cause the house is at a point that you need to tell the contractor what to do with all of your suggestions you gave him,” Elliot said.
Clay squeezed her tight so she couldn’t jump up and hit Elliot.
“You asshole,” she said laughing.
“Hold that thought,” Elliot said and climbed off the bed.
He returned and while Clay held her head still so she couldn’t move it, Elliot opened a box and showed her the three carat diamond solitaire ring he’d had made for her.
“The ring guards are waiting for you to pick out. I couldn’t decide between three of them so you have to choose,” Elliot said as he slid the ring on her finger.
“It’s lovely. I love you both so much!” she said as she started crying.
“Hey, why the tears?” Clay asked in a panic.
“Because I’m so happy.” Then she rolled off of Clay and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to sue the mother for rights so we can raise the baby?” she asked.
“The baby’s not ours, Desire. It belonged to someone else that she was blackmailing,” Elliot told her.
“Are you sad about it?” she asked.
“A little. But I plan on having lots of children one day,” he said.
“Want to start soon?”
“Only if you’re ready,” Elliot said.
“Don’t rush into it thinking we are wanting one right now. We can wait,” Clay added.
“Well, I was supposed to get my birth control shot last week. I’m good for another couple of weeks, but I could not get another shot if you two are ready to start a family now.” Desire waited to see what they would say. She was ready.
“I’m in,” Clay said.
“Me, too,” Elliot added.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Clay asked Desire.
“No, what?”
“We have to come inside you as much as possible, so get ready. We’re sticklers for getting it right. It’s all in the details,” Clay said.
Elliot laughed while Desire groaned. The three of them climbed into bed and started working out the details.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marla Monroe lives in the southern part of the United States. She writes sexy romance from the heart and often puts a twist of suspense in her books. She is a nurse and works in a busy hospital, but finds plenty of time to follow her two passions, reading and writing. You can find her in a book store or a library at any given time when she’s not at work or writing. Marla would love for you to visit her at her blog at themarlamonroe.blogspot.com and leave a comment.
Also by Marla Monroe
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Ménage Amour: Wild Montana Nights
Siren Classic: Peyton’s Pleasure
Siren Classic: Nina’s Neighbor
Siren Classic: The Protectors 1: Long, Lonely Nights
Siren Classic: The Protectors 2: In The Still of the Night
Siren Classic: The Protectors 3: The Edge of Night
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