He held there for a long count. Her frantic breaths were muffled, nearly blocked by the depth of his taking. She was panting when he finally pulled back.
He held himself to small, urgent strokes into her mouth then, using his own grip to add stimulation to his cock.
She could feel the rising urgency in the length of him and knew he was going to come. It was true for Daniel and Jack, too. Their growls were orgiastic, their thrusts ever more frantic.
She got there first. She was driven to it, pushed to the limit by the merciless stimulation of every sex nerve she possessed. By the urgent, needy groans of her men, by the unholy pleasure they took in the use of her body.
“Aahh, aahh.”
Matt loosened his grip on her, letting her cry out her come around his cock. Her body started shuddering, overcome by a slaying orgasm. Her clit burned with it, sending her wild, her body flailing. Those taking, distending strokes stimulated her ass, her pussy beyond her ability to tolerate. She screamed, flying apart.
She was only vaguely aware of what followed. She knew that Matt came, fisting himself a last few strokes into climax. He spurted into her mouth, the hot cum searing down her throat. He shouted with it, arching back, still holding her head to receive the last of him.
Jack was there, too. He tore into her, pushing hard as though he was determined to crawl right inside of her. His hard chest muscled against her back as he humped her. He growled and cursed when he spasmed, intense convulsions that rocked both of them. His semen surged deeply, hotly into her, another provocative incitement that drove her orgasm higher.
Daniel was the last to go over. As Matt finished his come Daniel pulled her down. He held her face, lifting up so he could see her, locking her gaze. He started even while Jack was still filling her with his cum. With wild, hoarse groans and a harsh grimace on his face, he fucked up into her. His thrusts were hard, full takings. His gaze was desperate, compelling.
She finished her orgasm with him, a long wracking paroxysm that shattered her. She held Daniel’s gaze, gripped his wrists, futilely trying to anchor herself.
It was impossible. Daniel’s last, hard thrusts, the powerful spurts of his semen blasting deeply into her—she was gone.
She was still screaming with it, even when there was no breath, even when her face was buried in Daniel’s heaving chest. She still spasmed, far beyond what her body ought to be able to sustain. Every bit of her prickled, a stinging, shivering, quivering wreckage.
They’d laid waste to her, left her ravaged, undone. Her ears rang, and she knew she missed words.
Adoration, she thought, gratitude. Love.
At some time—it was lost to her—minutes? hours?—she realized she was cuddled on her side, two of her lovers surrounding her, soothing. She slept.
* * * *
Men down, Daniel thought in wry humor. After long minutes of glorying in that incredible fuck revelry, of, admittedly, having to put some effort into fighting his way back to consciousness, he slid out from under Caro.
Without even opening his eyes, Matt curled up behind her. And, on her other side, Jack blindly pulled her into his arms.
She would sleep now, and deservedly so.
Jack and Matt, too, by the look of it.
Entirely content, he savored the view. The two handsome, sleekly muscled men and one marvel of a woman.
His. All three of them.
His ménage.
He had steps to take to secure them.
He went to his closet and pulled out a gown and robe for Caro. They were of gorgeous, painted silk, commissioned from Embrasse-Moi. Matt had fetched them back for him from Rochester.
Laying them softly on the bed, he took one last look. A quick shower and then he had work to do.
* * * *
Caroline felt nothing short of worshipped. She took the last bit of lobster, dripping butter, from Matt’s fingers.
They’d taken turns feeding her the lobster interspersed with sips of a Scharzhofberger Riesling.
They surrounded her, seated at a round table small enough that even Daniel, sitting across from her, could reach her mouth. They’d each watched her take every bite, indulging her like she was the center of their universe.
And what a very fine place to be that was.
She’d woken alone in Daniel’s immense bed, covered with silk and chenille. She’d showered and then wrapped herself in the incredibly extravagant gown and robe that had been so obviously left for her. The silk felt sinful against her skin, a constant, erotic caress.
She’d found the three of them together, already working on the wine, and clearly waiting for her. They’d dressed in casual elegance, a style, as it turned out, that suited Matt and Jack every bit as well as it did Daniel.
It was enough to stop a woman’s breath, having those three remarkable men stand and welcome her with heat in their eyes. A woman made of less stern stuff would swoon.
They’d cosseted her, seating and then feeding her. They’d enveloped her in their loving attention, their warm touches, sweet words, and unstinting approval.
When the meal was finished, Jack sat next to her holding her hand while Daniel and Matt quietly cleared the table. They left only wine and candlelight.
A moment later, she was surrounded again, and Daniel reached for one hand. He kissed her palm, then placed a small silver box in it.
Shocked, she tried to pull her open hand away. But Daniel didn’t let go until he’d wrapped her fingers firmly around the box. His gaze was sharp on her, impelling. She wasn’t to open her hand again.
“We want you to marry us, Caroline.”
Caroline whimpered out a little breath, looking from Daniel’s powerful gaze to Matt, then Jack. Both of those two nodded solemnly.
She held the box now, her fist tightly closed over it, looking at each of her three lovers. She wanted what they offered so much. But—
“How?” she queried. “How could we do that?”
Jack kissed the hand he still held. “Legally, of course, you could only be married to one of us at a time. But here, among us, we’d know it to be what it is—a marriage of all of us, to you.”
Matt slid his hand along the silk at her shoulder. “We thought it should be Dan you marry first. This is his home, and it matters to him and to his family. When there are children—”
Caroline bit back another little whimper but couldn’t stop the tears that filled her eyes. “Children.”
Daniel smiled indulgently at her. “Yes, darling. You want them. We know you do. We want them, too.”
He pried her fingers open, freeing the box. He grinned at her—knowing she didn’t want to let go of it now.
He won the little tug-of-war and opened the box. When she looked down, she knew it was hopeless. She let the tears fall.
“Oh.”
It was beautiful, perfect. Of white gold, it was three complete bands of diamonds. They were joined together by an exquisitely sparkling princess-cut diamond.
Three circles united at one center.
Daniel watched her eagerly. “We could go bigger on the stone—”
Jack squeezed her fingers. “It’s four carats,” he said wryly. “We forced him to restrain himself.”
She looked at the size of the diamond and swallowed hard. “This reflects restraint?”
Matt leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Don’t ask. Just hurry up and say yes.”
Daniel broke in, running a finger over the stone. “Really, even just one more carat—”
Caroline pushed his hand away. “No. It’s mine. Leave it alone.”
Daniel grinned again and looked at Matt and Jack. “I’m calling that a yes.”
Seriously then, he took the box from hand, removed the ring, and slid it onto her finger. He lifted a brow, waiting.
She held her breath for just a moment. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She looked around the table. “Each of you. All of you. I’m going to love all of you until the day I die. And even aft
er, probably.”
Matt nudged her cheek, turning her so he could kiss her softly. “Me, too, sweetheart. Even after.”
Jack had her next, vowing the same words.
Then Daniel stood, rounded the table, and pulled Caroline to her feet. Jack and Matt stood, too, and circled around her.
Daniel kissed her. The sweet gentleness of it lasted only a moment. Soon it was a deep, taking kiss. He lifted and looked intently at her. He slid a hand under silk, riding up until his fingers reached that little adhesive patch on her hip. He started picking at it with his nail. “The first baby is going to be mine. Jack and Matt agreed.”
Caroline slapped at his hand, at his highhandedness. “I’ll decide when that comes off.”
Daniel’s eyes flared. “Okay. When?”
She looked back at him. “When am I going to be married?”
“In descending order of preference? Tomorrow. This weekend. Next weekend. The one after. Next month.”
She looked to Matt and Jack, who looked back at her with a determination equal to Daniel’s. “Those are my only choices? Five?”
“Yes.” Daniel’s arch voice drew her attention back. “And every time you object, you lose one option. The one at the bottom of the list. You’re down to four.”
She looked around at each of them, a long pause. “Really?”
Daniel held her gaze and smirked. “Three.”
She knew her eyes danced—she could see the reflection of it in his. “You can’t mean it.”
He lifted her, bringing her up so her legs were wrapped around him, and his rising cock nuzzled at his favorite place. “Two.”
“All right, then.”
His eyes gleaming, Daniel tore the patch the rest of the way off and then carried her upstairs. Jackson and Matthew, wicked gazes meeting hers over his shoulder, were both a single step behind.
This was going to be hot.
THE END
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