by Susan Hayes
“I want you to put your hands behind you and hang onto that soap dish handle.” His cock jumped as she did what he said and the change in position thrust her breasts out further so they were brushing his chest. “Perfect. Now, don’t let go.”
Evan lowered himself to his knees, ignoring the odd sensation of having the river rock tiles press into his shins as he positioned himself in front of Jess’s pussy. Leaning in, he nuzzled her curls as he used his free hand to lift and guide her leg so that it was draped over his shoulder.
“Now that’s a beautiful view,” he breathed while lust spiked through him and made his dick harder than marble. “Wet, soft, and all for me.”
He buried his face between her folds and lapped at her honey-soaked flesh, letting her scent and flavor fill his head until he knew it was branded into his memory forever. He tongued the entrance to her pussy until she was vibrating with the need for more.
“Your mouth feels so good on my pussy,” Jess whimpered and Evan’s cock surged to nearly painful levels of hard. If she started talking dirty, he was going to lose his mind.
“I need you to fuck me, Ev. I want something inside me so I can come. Your tongue, your fingers, you cock…I don’t care. Please?”
Fucking hell, she was killing him. Hearing his sweet little mate use words like “pussy” and “cock” had his blood turning to lava in his veins. Instead of giving her what she wanted Evan sought out her tender clit and drew it into his mouth so he could lash it with the tip of his tongue. The moment his tongue made contact with that hard little pearl Jess’s thighs tensed and her broken cry of encouragement filled the shower. Her hips rolled so she could grind herself into his mouth, and Evan finally fulfilled her wish, spearing two fingers into her channel and then groaning as her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing him so tightly he was tempted to pull her down on top of him and fuck her on the floor of the shower.
Again he sucked on her clit and Jess’s pussy responded with another powerful pulse. He slid a third finger into her and hummed in satisfaction as she writhed in pleasure and moaned his name. Determined to make her come hard, Evan began fucking her with his fingers, his pace almost punishing as he pushed himself deep into her body, his fingers curved so that he struck the area above her clit with every thrust and withdrawal.
Hands and tongue worked together to send her racing headlong toward a release, and he played her body until she was trembling, her toes arched and her head thrown back against the tiles.
“Evan, please!” she begged and squirmed, riding his fingers. “Please, I need to come.”
With her sweet pleas ringing in his ears, Evan gave her what she needed, driving her body past the breaking point so that she came on a scream, her body’s nectar flowing all over his hand and mouth as she shuddered into a glorious orgasm. She looked like a goddess as she lost herself to her passion, sleek with water and flushed with the heat of her passion.
Still on his knees, he waited for her release to end before carefully cupping handfuls of water to wash her clean and then standing up to gather her into his arms. “I love you.” The words he’d never said to anyone else came so easily when it came to this wonderful, caring woman.
“I love you, too,” she murmured in a shaky voice and looked up at him, her face glowing and her silver-blonde hair plastered to her skin. He remembered the day they’d pulled her out of the ocean, and how much had changed since the last time he had seen her looking this way.
As she reached for the tap he took her hand and stopped her. “I was going to wash your hair for you.”
“Another night.” She gave him one of her heart-stopping smiles. “I want to take my boys to bed now.”
“I’d be a fool to argue with that plan.”
“Yes, you would, and despite the fact that Torin refers to you two as Tweedledum and Tweedledummer, I would like to believe my mates are very smart men. After all, they did choose me.”
“Yes, we did,” Evan agreed as she turned off the water and he reached for the towels. “It might have been the smartest thing either of us has ever done.”
* * * *
Jess toweled off and scooped Rory’s shirt off the floor as she left the bathroom, making sure she wriggled her hips as she bent over to gather up both of their clothes.
“Just this once, I’ll clean up after you,” she sassed Evan. “But don’t get used to it.”
“What, famous writers don’t do laundry?”
“She does her own laundry. All other chores still need to be negotiated.” Jess walked into the bedroom and dropped their things onto a chair. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed between her two men and make love to them before falling asleep in their arms.
“Fair enough, just please take Rory’s turn at cooking. You’re ten times the cook he’ll ever be.”
“Says the man who once screwed up boxed macaroni and cheese,” Rory grumbled as he came in behind them.
“That was ten years ago!” Evan protested.
“How do you screw up packaged pasta?” Jess asked, bemused.
“Uh…” Evan shrugged and looked sheepish.
“You drink half a bottle of vodka and then you decide the correct cooking method is to dump the packet of powdered stuff straight into the boiling water along with the pasta,” Rory explained as he skinned his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the pile of clothes Jess had put on the chair.
“That sounds disgusting, more like cheese and pasta soup. Really bad cheese soup.” Jess dove into the middle of the bed and stretched, wriggling her toes as she snuggled down beneath the comforter.
“It wasn’t that bad. Once I added ketchup it was edible.”
Jess burst out into horrified laughter. “You added ketchup?”
“I was improvising!” Evan slid into bed beside her and hauled her into his arms for a laughing kiss. ”
“Worst thing he ever cooked.” Jess heard Rory unzip his pants and soon his naked body was spooned up behind hers as he dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“But as recall, you ate your share rather than try to cook something for yourself,” Evan muttered when he finally lifted his mouth from Jess’s.
“Yeah, well I had drunk the other half of that vodka and I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to manage to do any better than you had.”
Two sets of strong, male hands started stroking over Jess’s body, palming her breasts and touching every inch of her until she was squirming between them, needing more than just their touch. Taking the initiative, Jess reached out and took a cock in each hand, giving both shafts a slow, lingering caress.
“Now that I have your attention,” she purred, “I’d like to request that one or both of you fuck me, please.”
“She said please again,” Evan groaned. “I love it when she does that.”
Rory reached around to pinch a rosy nipple and Jess groaned as splintering shards of pleasure flowed from her breast to her pussy.
Rory glanced at Evan and this time she knew they were discussing their plan of attack.
“I cannot wait until I can listen in on these conversations,” she grumbled. “It’s really unfair that you two can do that and I can’t.”
Without saying a word Rory moved her so that she was angled across the bed and then slid his hand from her breast to her knee, lifting her uppermost leg up and back until it was draped over his thigh. As he reached between them to position his cock against the entrance to her pussy, Evan sat up and adjusted his body so that Jess’s head was cradled on his inner thigh, his cock just a few inches from her mouth.
“Patience is a virtue,” Rory teased her as he eased his impressive girth into her channel, pressing in only little before stopping.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The words tumbled out of Jess’s mouth as her cunt ached with the need to be filled. She wriggled and tried to press him deeper but he arched his hips back, denying her what she needed.
“She’s talking too much. Ev, do something about that wo
uld you?”
Jess looked up and saw Evan grinning at her. “Good idea. Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.”
The second her lips parted Evan dropped the tip of his cock into her mouth and she ran her tongue over the slit and gathered up the pearls of pre-cum she found there. Evan’s fingers tangled in her still wet hair, drawing her head closer so she could take in more of him. She let him in all the way, relaxing her throat and taking him inch by slow inch. She swirled her tongue over his shaft, teasing and encouraging him she could feel his cock touch the back of her throat.
She hummed softly and Evan growled low in his throat in response. His fingers tightened their grip on her hair and she felt his cock jerk and thicken as she pushed him to a new level of arousal.
That was the moment Rory finally moved, plunging his cock deep into Jess’s pussy in one strong, steady thrust that had her moaning around Evan’s dick. Jess closed her eyes, reveling in the exquisite joy of the moment. Before Evan and Rory, Jess could have never imagined being in love with two men at once, but now this was the only way she wanted to live. She was cherished, loved, and more sexually satisfied than she had ever been in her life.
Rory buried himself so deep Jess could feel the crisp hair of his crotch brush against the back of her thighs. His hand found her breast again, and he began plucking and teasing at her nipples in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hips rolled and retreated at the same gentle pace, filling and stretching her with every delicious movement.
Jess began to work Evan’s cock with the same slow rhythm and soon their bodies were synchronized, all of them experiencing the sweet pleasure of their joining at the same time. Evan stroked and tugged at her hair while Rory’s hands toyed with her breasts, and Jess reached up to cup Evan’s balls in her palm, rolling them lightly between her fingers until she felt them tighten and his cock twitched within the heated confines of her mouth.
Evan groaned and Rory shuddered behind her before muttering, “Holy fuck, Ev. Are you trying to break me?”
“Just sharing the love, bro.”
Rory leaned in and blew a puff of air over Jess’s ear. “Evan is letting me feel what you’re doing to him right now, baby. I can feel your mouth on him, sucking him off. He’s going to come soon, because that talented tongue of yours is making him crazy.”
Jess moaned as a roaring wave of lust washed over her and she tightened her inner muscles around Rory’s cock.
“I think she likes hearing about it.” Rory nipped her earlobe and rocked his hips in harder. “Did you like that? Do you want to hear more?”
Jess moaned again and Evan swore. “Oh fuck yes. Now Rory’s sending me what it feels like to be fucking you right now. Your pretty cunt is clamped so tight around his dick he’s seeing stars, baby.”
Jess made her vaginal muscles pulse and drew back on Evan’s cock enough she could flick her tongue over the head. Both men stiffened and groaned at the same time, and she knew they’d both experienced what the other one was feeling. Rory abandoned his slow, controlled lovemaking and began thrusting into her body eagerly, his hand leaving her breasts to cup her pussy, holding her in place as he fucked her hard. His fingers spread her labia and found her clit, rubbing it hard enough that Jess cried out and jerked her hips, grinding her pussy against his hand.
Evan groaned as her cries reverberated against the hard shaft of his cock and Jess struggled to split her focus between the incredible sensations blooming in her womb and the need to bring Evan to orgasm before she came. She licked and sucked, bobbing her head and swirling her tongue as her fingers toyed with his balls until they drew up tight against his body.
“That’s it, baby, just like that!” Evan groaned and Jess knew he was at the jagged edge of his control.
“Make him come, Jess.” Rory ordered and lifted his fingers from her clit. “First Ev can come, then you, and then me.”
Jess hummed in ascent and Rory’s hand returned to its place between her thighs, rubbing circles around her clit as she swept her tongue over the head of Evan’s cock and down the sensitive underside. Evan’s hips jerked and he arched upward as he came, a wild cry on his lips as his head fell back and his hot seed flooded her mouth.
“Now it’s your turn,” Rory whispered and shifted the angle of his thrusts so that his cock hit her most sensitive spots on every pass. His fingers strummed and rubbed her swollen clit until Jess was trembling with the need to come. She lifted her head and released Evan’s cock so she could take a ragged breath and then sobbed as Evan reached out to cup her breasts, her nipples diamond-hard points against the palms of his hands as he kneaded and stroked. Completely overwhelmed, Jess came apart, her senses reeling, spinning as her orgasm hit. Lights flared behind closed lids, a roaring sound filled her ears, and Jess could only just hear her own ecstatic cries as she was swept up in a heady rush of emotional and physical reactions.
Rory gave a strangled roar and came, pumping his seed into her body in hot jets. His fingers stilled but he kept his hand cupping her pussy, holding her tightly against him as he ended on a low, shuddering groan.
Jess’s world finally faded to gray and silence replaced the roaring in her head, and she lay still, too stunned to even try to move.
“Did you feel that?” Evan whispered, and there was a strained note to his voice that made Jess force her eyes open to look up at him.
“Feel what?” Her words came out in a husky rasp.
“You, sweetheart. I felt you come,” Evan was looking down at her with a look of shell-shocked awe on his handsome face.
“How could you have? We haven’t…I mean…” Jess frowned. “Is that possible?”
Rory nuzzled her neck. “It must be possible, because I felt it, too. It was incredible. We really make you feel that good?”
“You two always make me feel that good.” Jess blushed and then laughed. “I will confess that was slightly more incredible than usual, though.”
“We’re good, bro.” Evan smirked. “Really damned good.”
“So how come you two could feel me and I couldn’t feel you?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea how we could have felt you, but we did.” Rory relaxed his hold on her, gently separating their bodies and untangling her legs from his before leaning over to kiss her cheek. “Maybe it’s something about that true mate thing, or maybe we’re just blessed.”
“So, if you two felt that, can you read my thoughts now?” Jess asked.
Both of them went quiet and Jess knew they were trying to read her. After a few seconds Evan shook his head. “I’m not getting anything. How about you?”
“Nothing,” Rory said. “So whatever that was, it isn’t a full bond.” He shifted and Jess felt him tense slightly behind her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked Rory.
Silence greeted her inquiry and Jess looked up at Evan, hoping he knew what was going on.
Evan gave his blood-brother a knowing look and sighed. “So much for postcoital bliss.” He sat up straight, arranged a pillow behind him and stretched out on the bed, gesturing for Jess to join him. “You might as well get comfy, sweetheart. This is going to take a bit of pillow talk, and unless I miss my guess Rory isn’t going to be talking much.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Rory snapped before rolling over and sitting up, his back to them both and his feet on the floor.
Jess realized Rory was about to walk out, and she reached out to lay her hand on his back. “Rory, please don’t leave me.” Jess hadn’t meant to say those words, but as she spoke them she finally understood that was what she was most afraid of. Too many people had left her over the years, so many that in the end she had only trusted her mother and Vivian, and then her mother had been gone, too.
“I’ll never leave you.” Rory’s voice was raw and he reached back to take her hand without turning his head. “But I don’t know if I can talk about this either.”
“You’re going to have to,” Evan said. “You’ve been putting this off for years, but
you can’t put it off any longer. It’s time you let it go, Rory.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Rory snarled.
“Bullshit! I know exactly what’s going on.” Evan snapped back at him and Jess sensed that things were on the verge of falling apart.
“Well I don’t know what’s going on,” she whispered as she reached for Evan’s hand. “Would someone please enlighten me?”
Chapter 20
Rory didn’t want to do this. Not now. Jess had already been through enough today. She’d just found out that all three of them were selkies for fuck’s sake, she didn’t need to hear about the fact her future mate was a head case, too.
“Rory, please talk to me.” Jess’s soft fingers gripped his hand so tightly he idly wondered if she was cutting off the circulation.
“It’s nothing. I’ve just never really been thrilled about the idea of having Evan in my head all the time, and now you’re going to be there, too.”
“You don’t want me to be linked to you?” Jess asked and he could hear the pain in her voice. “I want you and Evan to be able to see into my heart, so you’ll know how much I love you both. My mother could never have that with my father, and in the end it killed her. I want more than that. I want to know you better than anyone else in the world. Just this one time I want to be selfish and have it all. I want both of you with no secrets and nothing held back.”
Jess sniffled and Rory realized she was crying. His heart ached and he turned around to see his mate curled in Evan’s arms, her cheeks wet with tears and her eyes full of pain and fear.
“Jess.” He said her name and stopped, not sure what to say or how to explain why he didn’t want to let her in. He had never let Evan in completely, but if he bonded with Jess, there was no way he’d be able to keep her at any distance. She had already broken through every wall he had, save one.
