Intensity

by Intensity (lit)

  But she couldn’t concentrate on Amos’s cock. Wesley was pounding in and out of her, and she was coming, coming again.

  Keziah let Amos slide out of her mouth and screamed as a second, harder orgasm rolled over her, shaking her from head to toes, making her cunt milk Wesley’s cock so that he came with her, crashing into an orgasm as she shook and trembled around him.

  Amos hastily grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. Wesley slid out of her still-quivering cunt and held her legs up as Amos slid his cock into her hot, still-rippling cunt and pulled her legs around his back as he sat.

  Wesley moved behind her, supporting her back and letting his cock rest in the crease of her ass, as Amos grabbed her hips hard and started pounding in and out of her.

  “I can’t. Not again. I’ve never…Not three times…” Keziah murmured disjointedly.

  “Today you will,” said Amos.

  “Three times for sure,” added Wesley as he wrapped his arms around her breasts and began playing with her very sensitive nipples that were still as hard as diamonds.

  Amos moved one hand so his thumb pressed on her clit. A clit that was hot and hard and incredibly tender from two previous orgasms.

  “Come on, you can do it, another one,” ordered Wesley and bit down hard on her shoulder.

  Amos pinched her clit and thrust as hard and deep as he could as he came with explosive force, continuing to thrust inside her as he did to bring her with him.

  Keziah’s head dropped back against Wesley, and she screamed hard as her third orgasm crashed through her, shaking her with such force she was glad both men held her tightly.

  “Holy shit!” she screamed.

  The men laid her down in the bed and cleaned her, then rolled her on her side, whispering sweet nothings in her ears and urging her to rest. Gratefully, she sank into an exhausted sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  While she had slept, the men had gotten all their stuff ready for the next morning so Keziah could have as long as she needed in the bathroom. In fact, both the men shaved at the kitchen sink to give her an extra five minutes.

  There was a minor battle when she appeared in her gray suit instead of the new green one, but she pointed out she was wearing the new pink shirt, so they accepted that as a compromise.

  Before they left the apartment, both men pulled her into their arms, careful not to disarrange her hair or her clothes, for a sweetly innocent kiss. She found herself stroking their freshly shaved cheeks, and kissing them in return in a grateful, appreciative, but chaste way.

  At five minutes to eight, she was down on the fifth floor opening Mahoney and Richardson’s office door.

  Keith Mahoney was there assembling an enormous, messy file of papers, which he dumped on her desk with a sigh of relief.

  “I’m so glad to see you, Ms. Holden. The twins are being induced on Monday next week, so don’t book any appointments for me that day, and perhaps not on the morning after either. Other than that, every fifteen minutes for straightforward queries, half an hour for more complicated ones, and leave me a clear half hour for lunch. I’ll be here each day at eight but no clients until eight thirty and none after five fifteen. Although, if there are any urgent cases, you can schedule one at the end of the day. Okay? Good.”

  He raced into his office and shut the door.

  Keziah just stared at the door, stared at the huge file on her desk, and sat on the office chair. She switched the computer on, muttering, “And what if it needs a password to start or to access the files?” Then she opened the bottom drawer and dropped her purse inside it.

  While the computer booted up, she looked in the other two drawers and found the password written on the bottom of the pen tray. “Nice,” she murmured, shaking her head.

  Fortunately, there was an icon on the desktop for Keith Mahoney’s calendar, and there were templates for all the basic letters, so she settled down to sort the file into some semblance of order.

  A steady stream of clients poured through the doors as she wrestled with her task, and by noon she had only worked her way through about a quarter of the file, but she was feeling comfortable that she could handle the job.

  Before sending in the noon appointment, she went into his office herself to say good-bye and return the file.

  She handed him a printout of his appointments for Tuesday and Wednesday, saying, “I’ve made quite a few appointments for Thursday, as well, but I will give you them on Wednesday when I finish the list. Or would you like them before I go?”

  “No, this is fine. I’ve been working pretty much from day to day, only filling in appointments further ahead for those who couldn’t come the next day. I appreciate you getting me back into a more organized routine and taking over the admin side of things.”

  Keziah decided to stop by the concourse reception desk and speak to Tia or Susan before going back to the apartment and was pleased to have ten minutes speaking to both of them about what she would be doing the following week.

  Tia left for her lunch break, and Keziah had just walked around the concourse fountain with its interesting pattern of metal pipes and was about to get in the elevator and go back upstairs when the gym manager bounced out of the elevator and said, “Excellent timing. I was just going to ask Susan for your phone number. Can you come up to the gym for a moment?”

  “Sure,” she replied and followed him back into the elevator and up to the Recreation Level. He jogged into his office and waved to a tiny Asian woman.

  “Wu Lee has just qualified as a spin instructor and will be teaching that from next week. We already have waiting lists for two classes twice a week so we are looking for someone to staff the reception desk, answer the phones, direct the traffic, that sort of thing, during her classes. Tia said you were taking over from Susan on concourse reception so we’ll pay you the same rate to do that here. And we’ll timetable Wu Lee’s classes so they don’t clash with Tia’s lunch break. Does that suit you?”

  “Oh, yes, that’s wonderful. I was hoping for more hours of work, and that will be marvelous,” she replied. “When would you like me to come up and learn what to do?”

  “How about Thursday? Wu Lee’s classes should be all timetabled by then. Now, why don’t you girls get to know each other a bit while I get back to the clients,” he said, bouncing out of the room.

  * * * *

  Keziah almost danced up the stairs to the fourteenth floor, then headed for the fake fire stairs to tell John. It was time she caught him up on the news. If he hadn’t been hanging around overhearing it all anyway!

  At last I am not being a burden on them. I know they don’t say it, probably don’t even think it, but it matters to me. And finally, I am free of the feeling of helplessness. Free to love them and accept their love on an equal footing. Oh, I’ll never have their wealth, but I will earn enough to feel independent.

  * * * *

  The next few weeks passed almost in a blur as Keziah juggled her three new jobs, learning the systems and people she was dealing with. As well as working every lunch hour, she now worked three mornings and four afternoons per week, and because she had no commute or transportation fees, her take-home pay was actually slightly higher than it had been in her previous job. However, she had asked Tia to keep an eye out for a few more hours’ work for her if it was available.

  On Friday, she went straight from her job with Mahoney and Richardson to the concourse desk job, then she went down to the store for groceries. As she got off the elevator at her floor, she could hear a lot of noise coming from 14B, and the apartment door was open so she dropped her grocery sacks off at her apartment, then wandered over to look.

  The carpet was covered with a tarpaulin, but the tarpaulin was an inch deep in plaster dust. And the sliding glass doors and the huge window panes were resting against the hall-side walls. Outside, hanging in midair adjacent to the balcony, was the largest hot tub Keziah had ever seen, even bigger than the one in the gym.

  Men with safety
gear around their coveralls were waving and shouting and directing the hot tub toward the apartment.

  As Keziah watched, it gradually winched closer and closer. Then the men guided it neatly through where the windows and balcony doors had been and into the living room where it was placed on an enormous platform with wheels she hadn’t noticed under all the dust. Turning, she noticed that half the wall into the bedroom had disappeared, too, which accounted for all the dust. As the men pushed the platform into the bedroom, the crowd turned into individual figures each doing his own task, and Garry materialized out of the mass and came over to talk to her.

  “Hi, Garry. What’s the story about the huge hot tub?” she asked.

  “The Mitchells have moved out, and the new people are doing a few renovations before moving in.”

  “A few renovations are right. That is one huge hot tub.”

  “Yup. And hiring that crane to get it in would have cost them a bit, too. Still, it’s what they wanted.”

  They chatted for a few more minutes, then Keziah returned to her groceries and the dinner she wanted to cook.

  * * * *

  Over dinner, Keziah told Amos and Wesley about the flat and the hot tub. The men exchanged glances, and she folded her arms, put on her sternest face, and demanded, “Okay. What is it you two aren’t telling me?”

  “It was supposed to be a surprise,” expostulated Wesley.

  “I’m surprised,” she replied dryly. “Keep talking.”

  “It was Wesley’s idea,” said Amos cravenly.

  “Are you both six years old or what? Spit it out.”

  “When I heard the Mitchells were moving out, I thought we could put a doorway through our bedroom into their bedroom, which we could make into a bigger bathroom, and turn their living room into a master bedroom and make our bedroom into a dining room, leaving our bathroom as a guest bath.

  “So this apartment becomes a public area for when we have guests, and their apartment becomes our private playground with some more space and a few luxuries,” finished Amos.

  “Including a giant hot tub,” said Keziah.

  “And a three-person shower. Wait till you see the shower we ordered. It has multiple jets on the walls and a seat.” Wesley waggled his eyebrows at her.

  “Yeah, okay, that actually sounds like a good idea. I wouldn’t mind doing a bit of entertaining. Although, nothing huge. For huge you hire the rooftop restaurant,” she warned.

  “Woo hoo,” shouted Wesley, jumping out of his chair and picking Keziah up to whirl her around. Amos joined them, putting an arm around each of them. “And the commitment ceremony?”

  “Yeah, I am ready for that, too. I do really love you both. I think I’ve loved you both forever. It’s just that I needed to prove I could stand on my own feet. I couldn’t relax and let myself accept your love until I had proved to myself I wasn’t some kind of arm candy, I guess.

  “John really needs to be free to pass over and be with Maria and James again. And I know he won’t go until after we do that. But where on earth are we going to find a celebrant to do it?” asked Keziah.

  “I’ve had one lined up for weeks. A Tibetan monk. In Tibet—”

  “There’s a long history of polyandry,” she finished for him. “Take me to bed, and let’s seal this bargain. Let me show you both how much I love you. And let me thank you for being so patient with me,” Keziah added, wrapping one arm around Amos and the other around Wesley, very happy with their plans for her future.

  * * * *

  Close to one hundred people had gathered at the rooftop restaurant for Keziah, Wesley, and Amos’s commitment ceremony. After the Tibetan monk had led the three of them through their vows and Jane had given a very witty speech, Keziah, Amos, and Wesley, stood at the table, ready to cut their cake.

  There was a candelabra on the wall behind the table and John Smith wafted across the room, waved at them all, and disappeared into the candle flame.

  “Perfect,” whispered Keziah, as both her men nodded and dropped kisses on her cheek.

  THE END

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  Variety is the spice of life. Berengaria Brown loves reading erotic romance, all different kinds of erotic romance. A man and a woman, two women, two men and a woman, three men…

  But since her favorite authors could not write as fast as she could read, one day Berengaria decided to try writing a book herself. While she waited to hear back from the publisher, she wrote another one, and another one. Now Berengaria is a multi-published author with books right across the spectrum of erotic romance. Whatever your taste, Berengaria has a book for you. And she is thrilled to be here at Siren BookStrand!

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