by Chloe Lane
He’s right that something inside of me wants more. I want to dive deep into books again, in a way Dale would never leave me enough time to do, and discover what I’m really good at. There’s an image that keeps popping up in my mind of myself in a white lab coat, looking through a microscope at an experiment I’m in charge of monitoring.
But there are other images, too, and ones that don’t seem to go along with the white coat. Evenings at home with Jett and Hunter. A baby cooing in a bassinet.
I can’t have all of these things at once, and it breaks my heart.
I shake my head and enter in the last few payments to the system I’ve cobbled together. I can’t wait for the new program and hardware to be installed next week. There’s something else, though, that’s driving me insane.
I need Jett and Hunter. I need them both. I want them inside me, at the same time, and for all my hints, it still hasn’t happened.
They focus every bit of their attention on me, but there’s something holding them back.
I lift my chin and watch them out the window as they bicker playfully over one of the cars parked in the front lot. My ass might still be smarting from that spanking earlier—God, I want some more of that—but I think we’ve finally reached a place where I can finally get what I want.
At least one thing.
I sneak out of the shop early, while the guys are still putting the finishing touches on a couple of cars that need to go back next week—Mr. Henderson is going to be thrilled that they’re ahead of schedule and that I found a supplier for the part they needed that will make his bill slightly less than expected—and take the stairs to the apartment two at a time. We did make it to another level today, I’m sure of it…and now’s my chance to take advantage of it.
I jump into the shower and work shampoo through my hair, and then reach for my razor perched in its usual spot next to the shampoo. Another pang. It’s just a cheap plastic razor, but I still think of that night and how terrified I felt that I’d never make it to Baker’s Ridge. Part of that fear was that I’d never have a “usual spot” for anything again…at least, not for a long while. It’s so easy to take it for granted.
I don’t let myself dwell on it any more. They’ll be back from the shop any minute now, and I want to be in just the right place.
I step out of the shower three minutes later, squeaky clean, and rub a towel over my hair. Jett likes it down, and Hunter likes it in a ponytail, but I brush it out so that it falls over my shoulders—a perfect compromise for both of them.
The space between my legs is already slick when I walk back out into the living room and kneel on the carpet, legs spread just enough so that they’ll be able to see any droplets of my juices between my thighs the moment they walk in. There’s not going to be any hesitation this time. I can feel it.
Then I wait.
The hum of the refrigerator competes with the louder buzz of the window air conditioning unit, and on the soft carpet, a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. My nipples pebble in the cool air, and I desperately want to reach for one of them…but I don’t, because I want them to see me just like this…kneeling, demure, begging. I can only be this way with them.
It seems like forever until their voices finally ring out from behind the door, Jett needling Hunter, Hunter laughing in response, then telling him to fuck off. Then the door swings open, banging against the doorstop, and the late afternoon sunlight spills into the room.
Both of them stop dead at the sight of me. Hunter lets out a low whistle.
“You really learned your lesson, didn’t you, gorgeous girl?” Jett’s question comes low and hot as Hunter jumps to close the door behind them, flipping the lock with a hard click.
“Yes,” I say, looking up at both of them, my back straight, breasts on full display. I inch my legs a little farther apart. “Now I want something…”
Hunter comes to my side and strokes his hand down the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. “What could you possibly want after the punishment you got at lunch?” His grin is somewhere between lust and laughter and quickly careening toward need.
I tilt my chin upward, letting my lips part, and look at him, then turn slightly to meet Jett’s eyes, which are a heated jungle green in the light reflected off the other windows. “Please don’t make me ask.” I keep my voice soft and low. “I think you know.”
23
Jett
Neither of us can shower fast enough, Hunter bursting in the bathroom door as soon as he hears the water cut off. It’s been so damn hot and humid today that there’s no way I would consider fucking Grace with the sweat and grime of the shop still covering me. That lunch break was one thing. But this? This is another thing entirely.
I have the towel wrapped around me as Hunter is stepping into the shower, and for one moment, our eyes meet. There’s a determined glitter in his, and he gives me a sharp nod.
This is all the discussion we need on the topic.
We don’t discuss Grace very much while we’re at work during the day. I have my reasons, but the main one is that her name on my lips makes me so hard it’s painful. It’s not easy to bend over the innards of a car with a steel rod trying to protrude from my jeans. And we definitely haven’t discussed what it would be like to fuck her at the same time, claiming two of her holes for our own.
It would be the last frontier with our gorgeous girl, and as much as I want it—as much as I need to give Grace what she’s asking for, begging for, down on her knees—there’s a tiny kernel of fear in my gut that once we do this, there will be nowhere else left to go. If we do this, what will she have to stay around for? There might not be any more exploration, any more giddy discovery with her, and what if the thrill of being taken and claimed only lasts as long as this does?
But we’re doing this.
We’ve left her bent over the couch, ass in the air, waiting like a good girl. When I left the room she was bending at the waist, her juices dripping down the inside of her thighs, and my cock was already pulsing in front of me.
I need her now.
Hunter showers for all of two minutes and then meets me outside the bathroom, dropping his own towel onto the carpet. From her position on the couch, Grace turns her head, looking over her shoulder, her breath coming fast. She licks her lips at the sight of us.
We move toward her in tandem, and Hunter lifts her from the couch. They come together so hard that it’s like a pistol starting a race, his lips hard on hers, his grip so tight on her ass that I can see where it’s turning her creamy flesh pink. He falls backward onto the couch. Grace straddles him like she’s been doing it for years instead of one month, swirling her sweet pussy over his cock.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Fuck me. You know what’s coming.”
She bites her lip and spreads her legs a little wider, lining herself up, and then she’s impaling herself on his thickness. Grace groans as he stretches her. “You’re stretching me—” She whispers the words, and that’s my cue to enter the fray.
“You’re going to be stretched wider than that,” I murmur into her ear, twisting her hair into my fist. She tilts her head back, hips swirling in Hunter’s hands. “Lean forward.”
She leans forward, bracing herself against his chest, and I reach down between her legs. Hunter pulls out long enough for me to drag my fingers through the wetness soaking her slit, and then he’s pounding her again. I spread her pale cheeks to reveal the tight rosebud at the center, and I just about lose my load right then.
“God, you’re perfect.” She bucks against Hunter harder when she hears it, letting out a moan, but then Hunter’s hands clamp down on her hips, holding her in place so I can spread her wider, working one finger against her hole. “Relax,” I order. “Let it in.”
Grace takes a shuddering breath and then presses back against my finger, opening up for me, swallowing it up, coated with her own wetness. When the finger is buried deep, I draw it out and replace it with two, making
her moan again, this time more deeply and urgently.
“They’re so big,” she says softly. Hunter fucks her slowly, holding her still, and she’s trembling between us. “It feels—oh, it feels—”
“Like I’m about to take your asshole?”
She takes another unsteady breath. “I don’t know if—”
“It’ll fit,” I say, all the confidence in the world projected into my voice. But she’s so slim, so petite, that I wonder if we can both fit inside of her.
There’s only one way to find out, and I can’t wait any longer to make the discovery.
I reach for the side table where we keep the lube stashed—God help anyone else who visits our place and wants to sit on the sofa—and pull my fingers out of her. When they’re thoroughly coated I slide them back inside, Grace’s muscles clamping down on them immediately. That’s all the warm-up I can give her. I’m about to explode.
My cock is thicker than ever in my hand, and I rub lube over my shaft, too, before I line it up with her tiny hole. Her muscles tense up at the sensation, and I put my own hands above Hunter’s, holding her still and pressing forward.
“I’m claiming your asshole now, gorgeous girl, so the best thing you can do is relax and let me in.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, then swallows hard. For an instant, I think this isn’t going to work, but then Grace is pushing out, her hole flowering around the thick head of my cock. It should be impossible—it looks too big, even to me—but millimeter by millimeter, she takes me into her ass. I groan as she flinches and releases a tight gasp when her ring of muscle closes over the head with a nearly audible pop, the sound resonating through my chest. Holy fuck, she is tight.
I’m hardly even guiding her any longer. She’s wriggling in a way that guides my cock forward as I start thrusting in slow motion, claiming her ass. Hunter is slammed deep inside her pussy, and every inch of her is ours, ours, ours.
24
Grace
My mind is a white haze of pleasure and my legs ache, spread wide over Hunter’s hips, his cock sinking into me slowly, at a pace that makes me think we could do this for days and never get tired of it. The expression in his brown eyes is electric, completely transfixed on mine, and he never breaks eye contact, and as Jett claims me, inch by inch, I realize he’s watching my face to see how I’m taking it. This is a huge moment for all of us…but for me especially, because I’ve never had two men inside me at once. I never dreamed I could accommodate it. Or would want to. But with Jett and Hunter…
It’s a tight fit. Hunter’s cock is huge, and even after a month living with these two unbelievable men, I still feel the stretch when he takes my pussy.
Now, with Jett taking my asshole...
A full-body blush overtakes me, making me shake in Hunter’s grip. I’m giving up my last virginity to Jett right now, and I’m doing it in the arms of the only other man I’ve ever loved enough to...
I gasp aloud, and Jett stops, his voice low in my ear. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. Please, keep going. Jett, don’t stop…” The words gush from my mouth. Jett is massive, and I don’t know how I’m managing to fit him inside me like this—especially with Hunter taking up all the rest of the available space—but somehow it’s working, and the pleasure is so intense that I have to close my eyes and lean in closer to Hunter’s chest.
Jett spreads my ass wider with his hands and presses forward, the hard length of him opening me in a way I could never have imagined before now. Before Baker’s Ridge. Before the two of them, together—
I can’t believe it feels this good. Even in my wildest fantasies—even the fantasies I’ve entertained since taking over Hunter’s and Jett’s apartment—I never thought it would feel like this. I’m gushing over Hunter’s cock with every movement that Jett makes, and I hope nobody asks me anymore questions, because I don’t think I could form coherent words.
Hunter pulls my face to his and crushes his mouth against mine just as Jett thrusts in hard. He can’t wait any more, and just like that, all of him is inside of me. He’s buried to the hilt, and the pleasure is a thunder that takes over everything in my mind.
All three of us pause for a long heartbeat.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Jett growls. “You belong to us now. Do you love it, gorgeous girl? Do you love it?”
I only have one word for him: “Yes.”
Then we’re in motion again, Hunter sliding his hand between us to reach for my clit, Jett pulling back out until just the massive head of his cock is inside that tight ring of muscle, and I’m crying out as I go up and over the precipice of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
Hunter draws his hand away from my clit and grabs my hips, hard, using the leverage that he has to pound into me in time with Jett. “All of you belongs to us,” he whispers into my ear, then guides me upward another few inches with the palm of his hand. Then, because my mind isn’t already shattered with another wave of pleasure, he slips two thick fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I obey him, eyes locking on his, and Hunter grins—a smoldering grin that makes my pussy clench harder around his shaft. “Now we have every one of your holes,” he says, and it’s so filthy, so true, that an electric pulse shoots down from my nipples to my pussy and I come again. Three times in the space of a minute is turning me into a puddle between them. It’s all I can do to hold myself up against Hunter as they impale me, over and over, and in my wordless moans, they somehow know that I’m begging them, absolutely begging them, to keep going, to give me more.
Hunter is the first to come, his balls tightening beneath me, and as he erupts, he groans out my name, holding me down tightly against him. He’s such a gentleman that when he’s finished, when his hips are finally back against the surface of the couch, he wraps one muscled arm around me, pinning me, then snakes his hands down to my ass, spreading me so that every last shred of my resistance is gone, spreading me so wide it’s on the verge of pain, but it’s a sensation that turns into pleasure in its intensity.
“Are you ready to be ours?” Jett growls, and he thickens inside of me, somehow growing even bigger. He’s close.
I look into Hunter’s eyes. There’s nowhere else for me to look. I’m pinned, I’m trapped, I’m helpless—and for the first time, it’s a feeling I can enjoy, I can lose myself in, I can feel safe in. Jett’s cock takes my ass with another thrust, and Hunter’s hands are solid on my cheeks, unwavering.
“I already am,” I gasp, another orgasm cresting, the wave about to sweep over me like an ocean swell.
“Come,” Jett commands. “Come while I’m claiming your ass, gorgeous girl, and let me hear it.”
That’s all it takes. That’s all I need, and I’m tumbling into another tsunami of aching release that’s so powerful that every muscle in my body reacts, along with my pussy that lets out another rivulet of juices. Jett buries himself deep inside me, his hips working against my ass, as he comes, a low, animal growl escaping him as I tremble with the violence of my orgasm.
When he finally slips out, I’m a mess. “Oh, my God,” I babble, as Hunter lifts me in his arms, moving us gently back to the bathroom. “I don’t even know—”
“Shh, gorgeous girl,” he says into my ear. There’s a hiss as Jett turns on the water and fiddles with the handle, getting the temperature just right. “You belong to us now. We’ll always give you what you want.”
25
Hunter
Unbelievable.
She’s unbelievable.
There’s not a woman I’ve met in the world other than Grace who has this kind of sway over me, who can, with a few words out of her pretty lips and a look in those big blue eyes, get me to push past the nervousness that’s been growing in the pit of my gut ever since she started asking us for more, more, more.
I shouldn’t have been afraid.
I should have known better than that.
Grace wanted something that only we could give her, and now that sh
e has it, the fear in my mind is gone, erased by the pleasure I just experienced. It’s smoothed over like a pond settling after you drop a big rock into it. No sign from above that anything is different, but beneath the surface, nothing is the same.
She’s tucked into Jett’s bed right now—it’s his night for the couch—and I settle back into the recliner with a cold beer in my hand.
“Holy fuck,” he says, dropping back into the couch with his own beer. “That was…” His voice trails off as I reach for the remote. There aren’t enough words in the English language to describe how fucking awesome that was. Or how relieved I am that Grace didn’t turn into a distant, cold creature, one who’d taken all she wanted and then had nothing left to give.
No, she could hardly contain her warm satisfaction, practically purring like a cat when I washed her hair for her as Jett ran a washcloth over every inch of her body, cleaning every trace of ourselves from her skin so that she could sleep just as fresh as she’d been when we came home to find her waiting for us.
Grace didn’t protest when we tucked her in. She just pulled us each in for a kiss that was more naughty than nice, then turned her head and fell asleep on the pillow, her wet hair spread out behind her. It’s a little past seven, but we were all up early this morning to finish some last minute jobs. Grace has Main Street Auto running like a well-oiled machine just off the production line, smooth and clean, not a hitch in the process, and I’m sure in the last two weeks we’ve made more than any two-week period before she joined us.
If she wakes up later and wants another round, I won’t mind.
Right now, my entire body is still buzzing with it. Jett takes a swig of his beer. I flick through ten more channels. There’s nothing worth watching.
