by Jayne Rylon
Every step she put between them felt like a hundred miles.
Devra was still in shock when Agent Donaldson stuck her in a tiny room, hardly bigger than a closet, with a reinforced metal door. What was she, some kind of superhero who could escape a place like this?
She wrapped her fingers around the cold metal, wondering how long she’d have to stay penned in. Already, she thought the confinement might drive her mad.
There were no clocks and no windows. No way to tell how long it had been other than to count the seconds. When she got bored enough, Devra did exactly that. She made it over five thousand before a very ordinary woman came down the outside hall, then peered inside Devra’s cubby.
“You understand how fucked you are, right?” the woman asked.
“Yes.” Devra didn’t see any reason to deny it.
“So don’t you dare take this for granted. And be more discreet in the future, please.” The woman opened the door, making Devra feel ten times lighter than she had while wondering if she would rot in there.
“I’m free to go?” Devra asked, even though it sounded like a pipe dream.
The woman smiled then. “It seems someone accidentally deleted the emails containing the evidence and complaints against you and the originals were prematurely shredded. Since they don’t exist, there’s nothing we can do about them.”
Thank God for Agent Mikalski. He’d come through for them. Devra wondered if he’d been busy taking care of those things while his colleague was interrogating her. It was kind of genius.
She’d have to remember to give him the biggest hug imaginable next time she saw him. In private, of course. They were going to have to be a lot more subtle about stuff like that from now on.
Devra couldn’t believe it. She was going to walk out of this hellhole.
“Do me one other favor?” the woman asked.
“What?” Devra would do just about anything.
“Tell Kaelyn at Hot Rods that Amanda says hi. Tell her I came down with a sudden case of look-the-other-way because I want to make up for some of the damage our fathers, their antiquated beliefs, and their political positions have done, including to her. I always felt bad about it. She’s a decent person.”
“Ummm, I’ll try to remember all that.” Devra was having trouble processing anything except the prospect of freedom at the moment.
The woman shrugged. “We’ve all got our struggles. Now get the hell out of here so you have one fewer to deal with. Take this too.”
She held out a small envelope to Devra, who clasped it in her trembling hands. “What is it?”
“Your status change documents and your green card. Someone told me to put a rush on them, and hopes you’ll forgive him or her for being absent. This was the only way he or she could think of to definitively protect you.”
“Thank you,” Devra whispered, staring in awe.
“You’re welcome. Even if you have scooped up two of the most eligible bachelors in Middletown for yourself.” The woman grinned then. It completely transformed her face.
This still wasn’t coffee talk or time to make a new bestie.
“Can I go now?” Devra asked, her skin crawling at her confinement even though she was grateful for this woman’s moral compass and her need to give her opponents the finger.
“Yeah. I’m going to walk you out. If we pass anyone in the halls, don’t make eye contact and definitely do not respond to any snide comments or derogatory remarks that are made. Do not give them one single reason to put you back in here. If you do, it will be impossible for me or anyone else to get you out again.”
“I understand.”
Amanda stood and marched Devra to the front door of the building, ensuring no one harassed her before she could become a free woman again.
She set her stare on the final turn that would take her to the lobby.
Devra had one goal in mind—find her guys and make sure they could never be torn apart as they’d almost been that day.
29
Devra didn’t care about acting poised. She wasn’t.
She smacked the bar on the front door and flung it open. That first breath of fresh air and the sunlight that fell on her face made her sure she never wanted to go back to being imprisoned—by her own beliefs, by her fears, by the opinions of others or by any government—ever again.
She made a run for it. Without knowing where to go or how to get home, she ran.
Devra sprinted across the stone courtyard and saw familiar faces. She headed toward them, ready to throw herself into Trevon and Quinn’s arms, except they were…arguing?
What the hell? It was her worst nightmare. That they wouldn’t survive on their own. For a moment, she had a vision of what their lives might have been like if the past half hour had gone differently. She swore to make sure that never happened.
Together, they would be perfectly balanced, and too strong to tear down.
“Guys!” she shouted. They froze, then turned as one toward her.
Their eyes lit up and their faces morphed from masks of rage and grief into ones of unadulterated joy. It was about that time that she flung herself toward them, knowing full well they would catch her.
They did, surrounding her with their heat and strength.
“Devra! What happened?” Trevon asked, his hands shaking as they rubbed over her back in endless circuits.
“Agent Mikalski came through for us. But…it was close. Scary there for a few minutes.” She looked over her shoulder as if Agent Donaldson could be trailing her, ready to drag her back inside kicking and screaming, away from the two loves of her life. “Can we get out of here?”
Quinn was already escorting them toward the spot where his brother’s Barracuda was waiting. They said their thanks and goodbyes to Mr. Ribold then piled inside the flashy purple car and headed…home.
Devra buried her face against Trevon’s ribs and let her tears fall silently. She couldn’t wait to show them what she had realized in that holding cell. That if she got out and had a chance to see them again, that she wouldn’t go a single day more without telling them, and showing them exactly how much she loved them both.
Devra didn’t remember anything about the long ride home from the Immigration office except the weight and strength of Trevon’s arms around her and Quinn telling them over and over how thankful he was to have them in his life and that he’d never take them for granted.
They made one relatively short stop at Hot Rods to share their unbelievable news with Quinn’s family, who were starting to feel like Trevon and Devra’s family, too. After a few tears and lots of congratulations and even some laughter over the guys and what they looked like wearing suits, they left with promises to return—all three of them—for Sunday night dinner that week and every week after for the foreseeable future.
When they walked into Quinn’s house, their shared home, Devra didn’t even hesitate.
She stripped off her dress and dropped it on the floor as she headed straight for their bedroom.
Behind her, she heard her men whispering, wondering if she needed space or…them.
“I wasn’t planning on taking a nap,” Devra called. “Who’s joining me? Or should I take care of myself in here?”
Not three seconds later, she was bounced and jostled as the two large men raced each other to her then hit the mattress hard. They sandwiched her between them, making her feel warm and protected, completely loved.
Because she was.
They took turns kissing each other in every combination. Devra was grateful for the time Quinn and Trevon spent making out because it gave her time to catch her breath. Time to appreciate how gorgeous they were, too.
Sex with them was a blend of playful romance that she would never get tired of.
But Quinn was dead serious when he rolled her onto her back, spread her legs, and fit his cock to her pussy. She ran her hands down his tattooed chest, loving the way he’d chosen to decorate his skin.
Meanwhile, Trevon knelt
nearby. He seemed to love watching Quinn pleasure his wife nearly as much as he got off on doing it himself sometimes. Devra was fine with that.
She reached out and wrapped her hand around his impressive cock, beginning to stroke him in time to Quinn’s forward motions. It was like he was fucking them both through her.
“Soon he’s going to be here, doing what I’m doing,” Quinn told her. “Why don’t you suck him? Get him good and hard so he’s ready when I want him in place.”
Devra opened her mouth and Trevon didn’t hesitate to feed her his growing erection. He was so big that she didn’t always do a very good job at swallowing him, but she made up for it by licking and sucking on the tip where he liked it best anyway. Quinn was even better at it than her, though.
“Can I have a taste?” He nudged her chin away so that he could take Trevon between his lips even as he began to fuck her harder.
Devra caressed his back with one hand, urging him on. The other she used to rub up Trevon’s thigh and ass. He was rocking forward, fucking Quinn’s mouth even as Quinn fucked Devra’s pussy.
She loved to watch the men please each other.
It didn’t take long before she was ready to come. Quinn must have felt her tightening around him and moved faster, harder between her thighs, giving her the extra push she needed.
As she was flying, he withdrew, instructing Trevon to take his place.
Trevon was bigger. He stretched her open again as he worked inside her carefully, with more smoothness and finesse than Quinn had taken her with. But not for long.
Because once he’d caught his breath and gotten himself under control, Quinn slapped Trevon’s ass, then growled, “That’s right, fuck her good.”
Trevon jerked, embedding himself deeper in Devra than he normally went. She moaned and ground on him, impaling herself even further.
“Don’t you dare shoot yet,” Quinn warned Trevon. “Please your wife. Make her come around you, too. And if you do, we’re going to try something new. I’m going to be in the middle of you both. I want you to fuck me tonight, Trevon. Is that something you’d be into?”
“Hell, yes.” Trevon growled. His eyes shined bright as he applied himself to bringing Devra as much pleasure as he could.
Devra lifted her head and kissed Trevon, helping him concentrate so that he could have what she knew he yearned for. The sooner she got off, the sooner they’d all be connected.
“Then,” Quinn told them, “We’re going to come together. All of us.”
That had happened naturally a couple times, but not usually. Devra admitted she loved it when it had. For all of them to be so in sync and riding the high together before melting into a heap of snuggles. Yeah, she treasured that. This time more than ever, she needed it.
So she helped Trevon out by sliding her hand down the center of her body and rubbing her clit while her husband made love to her.
“Very nice,” Quinn praised them both as he observed their intimacy. It had never been as powerful as what they shared today. “This is how you’re going to spend every day for the rest of your lives. Living and loving together.”
That’s all it took. Devra lost it.
She arched tight like a coiled spring before her orgasm released the tension in her body all at once. She came so hard around Trevon that she was afraid he might break Quinn’s rules and flood her pussy at the same time.
But Quinn was smarter than that.
He distracted Trevon by showing him what he’d been doing while they fucked. Devra hadn’t seen him grab it, but he’d used one of the toys she’d seen in his drawer the day she’d retrieved his lube to prepare himself for Trevon. His ass was going to need all the help he could get.
Trevon was harder than she’d ever seen him, and that was saying something.
“I’m ready for you, Trevon,” he promised. “I’m ready to be yours as much as you’re mine, and for us both to be Devra’s.”
“Are you good with that, too?” Trevon asked Devra with one final kiss as he slipped from her still-clenching channel.
“Of course.” She reached up to stroke his cheek. “Make him ours. Show him that he’s not on the outside anymore.”
Quinn cried out as Trevon reached for him and their mouths clashed. While they kissed furiously, Trevon removed the plug from Quinn’s prepared ass and urged him to take his place in the cradle of Devra’s thighs.
She sighed as he settled in, right where he belonged. Almost. “Quinn, I want you inside me when he joins with you.”
“You just came.” He kissed her cheeks softly. “If you hold me while he makes love to me, that’ll be enough.”
“Not for me.” She reached between them and guided him home.
They both gasped.
Devra ran her hands all over his powerful shoulders and down his arms. She would never get enough of either of her men. She distracted him as Trevon prepared his shaft, using extra lubrication despite Quinn’s forethought.
“Just do it, Trevon.” Quinn urged, showing them that simply because he was the man in the middle, didn’t mean he wasn’t the one running the show. “You’re not going to hurt me. It’s so much more painful being apart than it ever could being together.”
Devra’s husband grimaced at that. After today, each of them couldn’t deny it was true.
“Go ahead, Trevon. Give it to him,” she encouraged her husband as Quinn’s cock twitched deep inside her. “I promise you, he wants this.”
Trevon looked between Devra and Quinn twice, then he took his cock in his fist and lined it up with Quinn’s ass. It took him a few tries, but eventually, he grunted and Quinn cursed.
Devra kissed Quinn gently, soothingly, helping him ride out those first few moments of discomfort. She grabbed his ass and spread him wide to give Trevon’s fat shaft room to penetrate.
All the while, she stared into Quinn’s beautiful blue eyes, letting him see how much she admired him for allowing himself to be completely open to them and the possibility of getting wrecked. Not physically, but so much deeper than that.
Finally, he was giving them everything and holding nothing in reserve.
He trusted them never to forsake him. As he should.
Any slight pain seemed to help him regain control. He stepped away from the edge of climax long enough to enjoy what Trevon was giving him.
At first it was only Trevon’s slow, languid motions shuttling Quinn in and out of Devra’s pussy, which reawakened gradually. Over time, Quinn could no longer remain passive. He began to move, retreating from her a tiny bit to swallow more of Trevon’s cock, then advancing to bury himself in her body again and again. Back and forth, he found pleasure in both directions.
“I can’t do this for long,” Trevon groaned as a warning. “You feel too good, Quinn, and you look so sexy fucking my wife. Making her moan and sigh like that. Damn.”
“Same,” Devra agreed. Already, her desire was ramping up again, making her eager to crest the wave and surf down the rapture with them.
“I could do it all night.” Quinn grinned. “I’ve always been one for a wild ride.”
Right then, Trevon gave him what he asked for. He gripped Quinn’s hips and began to fuck mercilessly. Quinn must have clenched around Trevon, who shouted their names.
Devra caved. She called it for both men since they seemed unwilling to be the one to end their mutual rapture. “Enough. Enough waiting. I want us to share this. Come, together. Now!”
They were frenzied for a moment, each of them trying to get as much as they could of the two others. But eventually it was too much. Trevon bypassed Quinn’s head to kiss Devra. He stared deep into her eyes and let go, pumping Quinn full of his semen. The first splash of Quinn’s hot come in her pussy triggered her own orgasm. She milked him dry with the clenching of her muscles.
He glided as deep as he could inside Devra’s pussy and unloaded, pouring every drop of himself into her even as Trevon did the same to Quinn. Devra and Trevon smothered him, hugging him from bo
th sides, taking complete satisfaction from the man they shared equally.
Several minutes later, when they had untangled their limbs and resettled themselves, with Devra in the middle and both men cuddled up against her, pillowing their heads on her breasts, she knew this was how their lives were meant to be.
There were so many things she wanted to say, but she settled for, “I love you guys more than you’ll ever know.”
Trevon kissed her cheek and Quinn kissed the other. Trevon said, “I have some idea, because I love you both the same way.”
Quinn stared at them for a while, as if he finally believed that they were his and he was theirs and that no one was going anywhere. Not tonight and not ever.
“I love you, too. Wherever fate carries us, I’ll follow. If something pulls us apart, I will always come back for you two.” They were simple words, but a promise, too. One that Devra recognized as his ultimate standard of loyalty and love. Because it was what Roman had done for Quinn, the one act that saved his life and put him on the path to finding this everlasting happiness they now shared.
“I’ll always come back for you, too,” she responded in kind, letting him know that she got him. She understood.
“I don’t plan to be more than a dick’s length away from either of you again, but…if worst comes to worst…” Trevon nodded. “I’ll always come back for you.”
30
Agent Jordan Mikalski stood quietly near the back row of folding chairs set up on the lawn of Hot Rides while Quinn, Trevon, and Devra exchanged vows. Devra was dressed in an exquisite traditional outfit of red silk ornately embroidered with gold thread. Her eyes were darkly lined, and elaborate gold jewelry draped her face, including a chain that ran through a sparkling nose ring.
Trevon and Quinn had damn near fallen over themselves when they caught sight of her coming to claim them in front of the dozens of friends who had gathered to witness the occasion. Jordan had already met an entire construction crew, plus gotten to know a bunch of the Hot Rods mechanics better.
