by Lacey Thorn
“Come again,” Rance ordered as he moved a hand between her and Sawyer to find her clit and rub it.
It was another turn-on for her, the way they brushed against each other while sharing her. They didn’t have sex with each other, showed no signs of even desiring that. But when their dicks brushed, or someone’s hand touched someone else’s cock or body in some way, they never cared or stopped what they were doing. And knowing they were that focused on her and her pleasure was the ultimate turn-on.
She came with a keening moan as Rance’s fingers played with her clit and Sawyer bit at her nipple. She shuddered, jerking between them when the rhythm changed, no longer tandem, but a relentless pounding as each man worked toward his own orgasm. It only threw her higher. She gripped Sawyer’s shoulder with one hand, while she threw the other back to grip Rance’s thigh. She could feel the bulge of muscle on each of them as they pushed and retreated.
Rance thrust deep into her ass and held himself buried there as he came with a holler.
“Ahh!” His hands were tight on her hips as he almost lifted her knees from the bed.
“Ahh, God!” Sawyer cried as he joined them.
Long moments later, she was able to catch her breath, even though she was pretty much crushed between Rance and Sawyer.
“Can’t…breathe…” she groaned as she tried to wiggle.
Rance moved off her with a grunt, his cock tugging free and leaving an empty ache in her ass. Her heart galloped against Sawyer’s.
Sawyer rolled until she was under him. He gave her a quick kiss before shifting so his cock slid out. “You are the most incredible woman in the world,” he whispered. “I’m completely sated, totally exhausted and still my body is twitching with a desire to get back inside you.”
She gave a weak laugh and shoved playfully at him. “I don’t have the energy to move, much less have sex again this soon.”
He just grinned. “I’d work on showing you differently if I had any energy left myself.” He pushed up and off her, turning and collapsing with a sigh at her feet. “The mind may be willing, but the flesh needs more time.”
“God, I love you,” she said with a laugh.
Three heads popped up, gazes glued to her as she realized what she’d just said. It was apparent they were still unused to her saying those words. She was more than willing to keep saying them.
“I do, you know,” she confessed with a tender smile for each of them. “I love you, all of you. And so help me, if one of you even thinks about walking away now that I’ve admitted that, I’ll cut your balls off and choke you with them.”
Masculine laughter filled the room as they all relaxed once more. One-by-one, each of them touched her, rubbing their fingers along her flesh.
“No one’s leaving,” Rance reminded her.
“Especially now that we got you to admit just how much you love us,” Jeff said with a sigh of contentment.
“Remember to keep sharp objects away from her when we make her angry,” Sawyer tossed out. “She might cut something in the heat of the moment that we’ll all miss later.”
They chuckled again, and she shut her eyes and let the sound trickle over her. They loved her, loved her enough to share her. Suddenly, all her fears for committing to them seemed unwarranted. She could have a relationship without losing any part of herself to them. She shouldn’t have let her own insecurities limit them in the past. They were all worth more than just a few hours of casual sex.
They’d have plenty of time to play and discuss their new relationship over the next few days before she went back to work and they started at the local field office. At least she hoped no FBI emergency would intrude on their time. That was something she was going to have to make her peace with. Their jobs as federal agents. It was bound to pull them away from her every now and then as the past had proved. She could either bitch and bemoan or accept it. Hearing the steady even breaths around her, she knew she was going to accept it.
For the first time in a very long time, Skye didn’t feel lonely. She’d watched Deja fall in love. Skye had been surprised when things had worked out so beautifully for her sister. Surprised, but ecstatically happy for her. Deja deserved to be cherished and loved. Then Melda had found a love just as beautiful for herself. Skye was overjoyed for her sisters but had to admit that a part of her was jealous. It had made her miss Rance, Sawyer and Jeff even more. And maybe, just maybe, it had opened her eyes to how stupid and stubborn she’d been. Love wasn’t something that could be controlled. She understood that now, and her future seemed filled with endless possibilities.
She still had the whole Marcus thing to deal with, though her boss was taking that over for the most part. Skye would probably have to talk to the police again at some point, seeing as Marcus had threatened her, as well, but she wasn’t worried. The waitress he’d been manhandling and harassing hadn’t balked at talking to the police. Skye still wasn’t sure what he’d done to the other woman, and she might never know. She did realize she was going to have to have a meeting with all of her employees and let them know this type of thing was not to be tolerated. No one should ever be afraid to talk to her.
Jeff tugged on her arm, and she turned to see him watching her. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. Just thinking about some stuff going on at work.”
“Anything about the guy who picked a fight with you?”
It was easy to see what he thought about that from the angry expression on his face.
“It’s under control. Promise.”
“I’d be happy to check into it for you, with or without the badge.”
She laughed softly. She started to automatically tell him she could handle it, but stopped herself. Part of a relationship was remembering that it wasn’t just about her. It was about them. And if she wanted to be in a relationship with three men like Rance, Sawyer and Jeff, then she had to anticipate they would be protective of her.
“I appreciate that. The officer seemed to think he would be their guest for a while. And my boss is taking this very seriously. I don’t think I’ll have any more trouble right now. If that changes for some reason, I’ll let you know. And I’ll ask for your help if I need to, with or without the badge.”
Jeff looked surprised, then tugged her closer to him.
“I love you, Skye.”
“I love you,” she whispered back.
With his arms around her, she relaxed into sleep.
Chapter Four
She awoke to the sound of Sawyer bitching and Rance grunting.
“Get your fucking foot out of my face,” Sawyer snapped.
“Get your face away from my foot,” Rance grunted back.
“See if I take the foot of the bed tonight,” Sawyer grumbled as he slid up off the bed and stretched. Skye took note of the play of muscles then zeroed in on the morning erection looking oh so enticing.
Sawyer noticed her stare and reached down to give his cock a stroke with his hand.
“See something you want this morning?” he asked with a cocky smile.
“Oh, yeah,” she responded and decided to do a little enticing of her own.
She put her arms up over her head and arched up to stretch her back. Was it her fault if her boobs were gloriously displayed like that? She bent one knee, let her legs shift slightly apart, and shimmied a bit on the bed. And screeched when she was plucked up and tossed playfully over Sawyer’s shoulder.
“It’s not nice to tease,” he warned with a smack to her ass. “Just for that you get to join me in the shower. Maybe Rance or Jeff will get the coffee going so you can have a cup when we’re done.”
“Yeah, yeah. We all know you’re the one who wants coffee,” Rance grumbled. “Ten minutes, and it’s my turn.”
Sawyer set her on her feet then turned to start the water and adjust the temperature. She opened the cabinet, took out a new toothbrush and towels, and spun to glance in the mirror. Her hair was everywhere. She had mascara smeared under her eyes. It was hard not
to laugh at herself. She was definitely not one of those women who woke up every morning looking gorgeous.
Sawyer moved to join her, grabbing his toothbrush. Steam began filling the bathroom while they brushed and rinsed. With that task aside, Sawyer pulled her close and kissed her.
“Mhmm,” he murmured. “Minty fresh and delicious.”
“You, too,” she concurred.
“Eight minutes!” Rance’s voice boomed through the door.
“Fucker,” Sawyer grunted, making Skye laugh.
The shower was quicker than she’d expected. Sawyer made quick work of washing himself off, robbing her of using the excuse of helping him wash to get her hands on those hard inches that weren’t going down. She did get a good look at where the bullet had grazed his bicep. He said all he’d needed were a few stitches, some antibiotics and a bit of time. He claimed to be just fine now. Then he distracted her from asking more questions by taking care of washing her, too. He didn’t spend nearly enough time on her nipples or between her legs to suit her. She was clean but frustrated. He wrapped her in towel, scooped her up against his chest and walked back out into the bedroom, which was empty at the moment.
“Shower’s running!” he hollered and tossed her on the bed. Holding her gaze, he snagged a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on. “I dreamed about you all night. Making love with you. You were on your hands and knees. I was watching that gorgeous ass, feeling it against me every time I thrust.”
“Well, now,” she purred, rolling over onto her hands and knees on the bed. “That sounds like a great dream to me.” She turned so her ass faced him and glanced back over her shoulder. “This look right?”
“That looks perfect,” he crooned as he joined her.
She felt his hands first, then the brush of his thighs as he slid his legs just outside hers. He pressed against her lower back, and she dropped onto her forearms on the bed, lifting her ass just a bit higher for him. Two fingers rimmed her opening before dipping inside. She moaned and leaned into him, riding his fingers as he made sure she was ready for his cock.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Now, Sawyer. Fuck me now.”
“Now I see why you opted for the first shower.”
Rance’s voice had her turning her head to see him leaning in the doorway, eyes hooded, coffee cup in hand as he watched them. Sawyer chose that moment to slide deep, and she cried out with pleasure. Rance’s nostrils flared, and he licked his lips before moving from the door and setting his cup on the dresser. He walked over and leaned down until his face was even with hers. While Sawyer fucked her hard and fast, Rance kissed her soft and slow.
“Quick shower,” he murmured. “Then I’ll join you.” His finger traced up her arm, her neck and across her lower lip. “Save some of those moans for me.”
She nodded as he slid away and moved toward the bathroom where the water was still running.
“Better than any dream,” Sawyer groaned behind her.
He moved his hips just a little, just enough to change the angle on her and have her careening upward toward orgasm.
“Yes!” She cried. “Oh, God, yes!”
“You like that?” he asked. “Like the way I fuck your pussy so good?”
“Yes! Fuck me harder! Faster!”
His hips were like a piston and the sound of smacking flesh filled the room. She thrashed beneath him, her head rubbing against the mussed covers as she attempted to muffle her screams of pleasure. She was teetering on the edge when Sawyer slid a hand under her and found her clit with his thumb and forefinger. He tapped, stroked and pinched, and she was gone, tumbling head first into an unbelievable orgasm.
He grunted, slammed deep, rolled his groin against her ass as he held his cock buried deeply, then pulled back and did it again. Three quick strokes, then he pressed as close as he could get and cried out as he filled the condom.
His fingers flexed on her hips, his cock throbbed inside her, and they slowly eased down until she was flat on the bed underneath him.
His lips tickled her ear as he panted for breath. “Now that’s the way to start the day,” he rasped.
“Mhmm,” she agreed.
He kissed her the shoulder before rolling off and landing on the bed beside her. “Lord, woman. You make it impossible to want to get out of bed in the morning.”
She laughed softly. “You do a pretty good job of that yourself.”
“I’m ready to get back in bed now, too,” Rance said, bringing her gaze to him.
The man was sheer perfection in her opinion. His dark hair was just a bit longer than he usually wore it, his blue eyes bright with lust. His cock stood at full attention, tempting her with the need for more.
“Why don’t you come join me?” she enticed.
He grinned as he strode across to stand at the side of the bed. He let his gaze skim over her while he snagged a condom and rolled it on. “God, you look more beautiful every day.”
She crawled over to where he stood beside the bed. Rising up onto her knees, she reached out to clasp his shoulders and tug him close.
“You’re the one who’s beautiful.”
Sawyer snorted as he rose from the bed and reached for a pair of boxers that were lying on what must be his bag. “I’ll think I’ll go grab some coffee while you guys argue over who’s more beautiful.”
Skye laughed, but Rance just grinned as he wrapped her in his arms and urged her even closer. His lips met hers, brushing softly several times before he slid his tongue into her mouth and stroked along hers. He tasted like coffee, and she sucked on his tongue, enjoying the flavor.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered as they broke apart.
“Yes,” she agreed with a nod.
Together they managed to shift until she was on her back and he loomed over her, his knees between her thighs.
“I love you.” He said the words as he thrust inside, filling her with his hard cock.
“Love you,” she chanted over and over as he began fucking her with long, slow strokes.
She’d gone from not knowing what to say when they’d told her they loved her, to not being able to keep her feelings inside. It was as if with the first murmur of the words I love you, a dam had broken and the emotion was just spilling out now.
“Rance.” She moaned his name as she clung to him. She used her thighs to grip his so she could rise to meet every thrust. Her hands clutched his broad shoulders, while her eyes soaked up the ripple of muscle in his arms and abdomen as he worked over her. How had she let so much time pass before she’d called him? Never again. Never.
Her gaze zeroed in on the still vivid scar between his right shoulder and clavicle. She slid one hand down to touch it.
“The bullet?” she asked.
He nodded. “Unfortunately, it got caught up in there and they had to dig around to get it out. No permanent damage thankfully. Just a scar to remind me.”
She leaned up and touched her lips softly against it. “I could have lost you.”
“We could have lost each other.”
Their gazes caught and held. His head lowered, and once again their mouths met and fused. The mistakes she’d made with him, with all of them. Hiding them, keeping them secret as if she were ashamed for people to know she had three such incredible men as lovers. She was very lucky to have this second chance to get things right.
“Damn, see if I go pick up breakfast again,” Jeff grumbled from the doorway, drawing her stare. He was dressed in well-worn jeans that cupped all the right places, and a loose polo shirt.
Rance rolled them over so she was on top of him. He nodded at her when she glanced at him in question.
“Why don’t you join us?” she asked Jeff.
His gaze dropped to her ass. “Can you take it again this soon?”
She nodded. “Have you forgotten how much I love anal sex?”
“Hell, no,” Jeff groaned. “I’ve dreamed about that ass. Woke up with my dick screaming from the phantom feel of your sweet
ass wrapped around it.”
He made quick work of his clothes, grabbed the lube and a condom and joined them on the bed.
Rance had been giving her shallow strokes but stopped and held her against him, his cock throbbing and flexing inside her as they waited for Jeff to join them.
Jeff was generous with the lube, coating her ass thoroughly with his fingers before doing the same to his cock.
“Hurry up,” Rance grunted as his cock jerked inside her.
Jeff just chuckled, but it turned into a groan as he slowly began working his cock inside her ass. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
She dropped her head to Rance’s chest. “So good,” she agreed.
There was nothing that compared to the sensations that bombarded her when she had two cocks buried inside her. Not just the friction each shaft generated where it filled and rubbed against her, but the way their dicks moved in counterpoint so that she always had the sensation of being full. She moaned and writhed between them, torn between wanting to rock into Rance or push back into Jeff.
“I’m going to come,” she panted. “So close. Oh, God. So close.”
She nipped Rance’s chest with her teeth, then reached back and gripped Jeff’s thigh with her nails.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she cried out, going wild between them as the pleasure mounted and swept through her.
“Fuck!” Jeff roared behind her, pumping hard and fast. “Ahh, fuck!”
Her fingers slipped free as he pounded her ass and came with her.
“Ahh,” Rance grunted as he slammed deep and joined them.
She was sticky with sweat, hers and theirs, and it made her laugh. She, Rance and Sawyer had all had showers. Looked as if there would be another one in their future. She could handle a day filled with nothing but the feel of hot water interspersed with the feel of even hotter male flesh.
“What’s so funny?” Jeff asked as he pulled out and slid to the bed beside where she remained sprawled over Rance.
“I was just thinking how we’d all had showers, and look at us.”
Jeff grinned. “Some of us got dressed and went out to grab breakfast.”
