by Tara Rose
Jimmie pulled Savannah into his arms as soon as she came out of the bathroom, but not before he saw she’d been crying. “I love you, you know. Surely you know that.”
“I know,” she whispered. “And I love you, too.”
He gave Noah a triumphant glance over her shoulder, and both Noah and Ethan grinned and gave him a thumbs-up behind her back. “I know you do.” But to hear her say it, even in the heat of the moment, made his heart soar. He released her and gently took her face in his hands. “Now you listen to me, beautiful girl. His words mean nothing. Nothing. You’re not a Jezebel. You know we don’t think so. Right?”
She nodded.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what he thinks of me. I haven’t for years.”
She didn’t look convinced. “Yes you do. You have to live there, Jimmie. Where else can you go?”
“He can come here,” said Ethan.
“He’s welcome at my place anytime,” said Noah.
The grateful look she shot them both made him want to hold her for the rest of his life. “See? I don’t need to live there.”
“So why do you?” she asked quietly.
That was one of the things he truly loved about her. The way she nailed people, just like that, but without any malice or gloating. She merely asked the blunt questions, and helped them face their darkest fears.
“Guilt?”
“Jimmie, until you can conquer that, it will never truly be gone.”
“I know.” He pulled her close again. He didn’t want to face his demons right now. He only wanted to make love to her again. It was the one thing he’d waited nearly two decades for, and now that he’d had her, he could never let her go again. Never. Even if he had to share her with Ethan and Noah he would figure out a way to deal with that. Savannah was worth it, and honestly…Noah and Ethan weren’t terrible men. He could do worse.
He and Noah had been friends forever, and so far, Ethan had shown himself to be a perfect gentleman. He wasn’t the snobby, conceited doctor Jimmie had been expecting. Savannah certainly seemed to like him a lot, but then she liked almost everyone.
If this was what she wanted, Jimmie would give it a fair shot. Because to lose her now was not an option he could live with.
He released his embrace and kissed her, hoping it wasn’t the wrong thing to do. He had on a pair of Ethan’s sweat pants, but nothing else. His dick was as hard as rock again and there was nothing he could do about that. As it brushed against her, she moaned softly into his mouth, and Jimmie thought for a second that he was going to come in Ethan’s pants. That horribly embarrassing thought was enough to help him rein in his raging hormones, but only slightly.
Jimmie let go of her mouth, just in case, and gazed into her eyes. “It would be a shame to waste all that lube and condoms that Noah grabbed off the shelf in Ethan’s bedroom.”
She almost laughed, and his heart soared. “Oh, yes. A terrible waste. And we can’t waste things now, can we?”
“No,” said Noah. “Not when there’s some serious back door sex to be had this afternoon.”
The lust in her eyes took his breath away. “You all have to promise to be careful. The idea of all three of you doing that, even taking turns at it, kind of freaks me out.”
“We promise.” Jimmie kissed her forehead.
“Absolutely,” said Noah.
“Not only will we be careful,” said Ethan, “but we’ll first make sure you’re more than ready.” He held out his hand. “Come on. I want to introduce you to butt plugs.”
* * * *
Savannah giggled at the look on Ethan’s face because it was so comical. And then she shot Jimmie another look of gratitude. For a man who had been through so much, he still knew how to make her smile or laugh. That alone was enough to keep her in love with him for the rest of her life. Her mother had once told her that the reason she’d married her father was because he always knew how to put a smile on her face.
She took Ethan’s hand. He led her back to his bedroom, and then he kissed her. The man could definitely kiss, although Jimmie and Noah weren’t exactly terrible at it. But Ethan was a lot more controlled, and he knew just how to grab her hair without hurting her. It sent shivers up and down her spine until she thought she’d simply melt into him.
When he released her, he asked if she would be willing to let him tie her wrists together. “You can safeword out of it at anytime.”
“Absolutely.” Her clit began to throb at the mere mention of it. He led her to the bed, where the remnants of their lunch were already gone, and then he plucked a piece of soft-looking rope attached to a ball mechanism off the wall.
“This is ingenious, really.” He told her to put her wrists together, and then tied the rope around them. “Come and look at this.” Jimmie and Noah crowded in. “See how this works? The ball is attached to both ends of the rope, and at the Y junction here, it swivels. We tie this end to the bed post, but we can move her around, on her side, or on her stomach, and we don’t have to untie her wrists. It also ensures she has no extra pressure from the rope on them, so she stays comfortable.”
“Did you design this?” asked Noah.
“No. A friend of mine in Cleveland who has a degree in biomechanical engineering did.”
“Did you go to clubs there?” asked Jimmie.
“For a while.”
“Not many of those here,” said Savannah.
He chuckled. “No. There certainly are not. Okay, beautiful. Time to stop talking and get you back in the mood.” He moved her toward the headboard and asked her to lie on her stomach. She did, holding her arms overhead, and Ethan attached the end of the rope where it came together in a Y to the bed post.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes. Very.”
They pushed pillows under her hips until her ass was in the air, and then she moaned loudly as one of them spread her ass cheeks. His finger was warm and wet as he slid it slowly into her asshole. She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the sensation as he gently stretched the walls.
When he removed his finger, she heard a package open, and then something not quite as large as a cock, but bigger than a finger, was inserted. It was wet and covered in lube so it didn’t hurt, but the fullness took a moment to get used to.
“Just keep breathing,” said Ethan. “I’m going to turn you onto your back in a second. If you don’t like the butt plug in there just say so and I’ll remove it.”
“Okay.” She did like it, but wasn’t sure about it staying put. It felt like it wanted to shoot out of there any second.
They turned her on her back, and she smiled up at them. “Are you going to blindfold me again?”
“No,” said Ethan. He grinned wickedly and her eyes grew wide as he held up what had been behind his back. “We want to see your face this time.”
She swallowed hard. “Where are you going to use that?” It was a small flogger, but the falls looked like thin strips of rubber. On each of the ends and along the strands were tiny beads. Dozens of them. The effect was stunning, but oh my God that thing would sting like fucking crazy.
He watched her face carefully. “Just breathe, beautiful. You have your safewords.” Ethan crawled on the bed and knelt next to her left side. “I’m going first so Noah and Jimmie can watch, but then they’re each going to have a turn before we flip you over again.”
She didn’t say anything. When he brushed the falls over her nipples, she gasped, but not from pain. The sensation was exquisite, like cold jewels caressing them. He moved the flogger over her abdomen, and then told Jimmie and Noah to carefully open her legs. “Go slowly. We want the plug to stay in.”
They did, and each man held onto an ankle, which forced more soft whimpers from her. She was completely at their mercy, and she loved this. Ethan brushed the flogger over her pussy, back and forth several times, until she was seconds from begging him to strike her with it. When he finally did, she gasped again. It hurts. A lot. But at the same time, the ar
ousal coursing through her was completely insane.
“Do you like it?” he asked in that soft, sexy voice.
“Yes. Very much.”
“Good girl.”
That voice! She’d do anything to hear that dominant, pleased tone. He struck her harder now, swinging the flogger so that it caught her on the clit hood as well. Savannah could barely breathe. When he handed the toy to Jimmie, the poor guy looked reluctant. “It’s okay,” she said. “I really like it.”
Ethan guided his hand at first, and then Jimmie took over. Ethan placed a hand on her ankle so Jimmie had both hands free and could move around. When he struck her on first one nipple then the other with the flogger, she squirmed against the rope but it was tight.
Sweat pooled at her hairline but she didn’t want them to stop. She closed her eyes and let the emotions wash over her, but opened them wide when one of the swats landed on her pussy. Noah had the flogger now, and Jimmie and Ethan held her legs apart. Noah grinned at her, and continued punishing her pussy. The pain and pleasure mixed together now, and she closed her eyes once more as she floated away into that peaceful state she’d been in earlier.
This time, they stopped before she went under too deeply, and then took turns crawling on top of her to kiss her. They licked her sore nipples and tender pussy lips, and then the men removed their sweat pants. Her breathing grew rapid once again and she licked her lips. She wanted this so badly. To be fucked in every hole by these three.
By the time they turned her over onto her stomach again, she was so ready to come it was ridiculous. Ethan carefully removed the plug, and then asked if she was okay.
“Yes. And ready. So ready.”
He chuckled softly. “Your wish is our command, my lady.” She heard a condom wrapper open, and then he teased the opening to her asshole with his dick. She moaned loudly, and when he slowly slipped it inside, she let out a sharp exhale. Wow. This is fucking incredible. She was already stretched out from the butt plug, and wondered why the hell she’d never thought to use one before.
Ethan caressed her ass cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
He began to thrust, and she clutched her hands into fists as the contractions started deep in her belly. The other two men put on condoms, and she knew they were watching, but she couldn’t concentrate on any of that. All she could do was groan and whimper as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had crashed over her.
Ethan pulled out, grasped her hair to lift her head off the bed, and shoved his tongue into her mouth. “That was fucking incredible,” he whispered.
She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t.
Noah went next, and he was a bit rougher than Ethan had been, but she didn’t even mind. He was still careful, and it felt amazing. When he withdrew, Jimmie took a turn, and from the noises he made she wondered if he’d ever fucked a woman in the ass before.
“Do you like this?” asked Noah.
“Yes. It’s heavenly.”
“You look so damn sexy like this,” said Ethan. “So submissive. You’re at our mercy.”
She sighed in response. Words weren’t necessary.
“Savannah, thank you for this,” said Jimmie. “Thank you so much.”
The guys each took several more turns, and in between they caressed her hair, her back, and her ass cheeks. Ethan lifted her head again, giving her a tender look. “I think we’ll try something new now, if that’s all right.”
“Yes. It’s fine. Whatever you want all to do.”
“Careful, Savannah. We’ll hold you to that.”
“I mean it.” There was nothing she’d deny these three right now.
She heard movement in the room, and then Ethan tapped her ass cheeks with something thin and hard, like plastic or bamboo. “What is that?”
“You said anything…”
She glanced over her shoulder but didn’t have to turn far because he held it up close to her face. It was a bamboo cane. She swallowed hard.
“Your call,” he said. “And we won’t go on long, regardless, because your skin needs to toughen up a lot before you can reasonably take more than a few swats from each of us with this.”
That made it sound like they’d want to do this again, and not only once. She smiled. “Go for it.”
She held her breath. The cane came hard down across both cheeks, twice, in quick succession. She yelled, and barely had time to catch her breath before Jimmie gave her three hard smacks with it. Her ass was on fire now, but then Noah finished her off with four smacks.
“Yellow!”
While she fought to keep breathing, Ethan rubbed something cool and soothing into the wounds the cane had just made. “Only yellow?” His voice was teasing and so damn sexy she nearly forgot about the pain.
“Yes.” She had trouble speaking because she was still panting. “I don’t want you to stop completely. Just stop that thing.”
He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. “Can we assume the cane is a hard limit, then?”
“What? No. Just…I just can’t take any more of it right now.”
“I am so proud of you, Savannah.”
She inhaled deeply, noting that whatever he’d just rubbed on her skin was already working.
“And as a reward for being such a sport, and for taking nine very hard smacks with an actual bamboo cane, I’m going to let you choose the next activity. You tell us what you want us to do to you, and we will do it.”
She grinned up at him. “Is that so?”
He moved close enough to her face to make her realize his dick was ready to explode. “Yes, but consider this. Both Noah and Jimmie are as ready to come as I am, so please take that into account, beautiful.”
She was tired, but this was bliss. Still, they could do this again. All she really wanted at that moment was for them to fuck her pussy until she could no longer walk. And she wanted them like this. From behind. “Fuck me. Please. Each of you, in my pussy. Fuck me hard. I want all three of you to take turns with me until you come inside me.”
Savannah smiled as she heard them take off their condoms, and then Jimmie plunged his dick into her pussy from behind. He groaned loudly, grasping her hips, and thrust in and out like he would never have the chance to do it again. She came easily, and then he did, too, his cries joining hers. When he withdrew, he lifted her head by the hair as Ethan had done, and kissed her more passionately than he’d ever done.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For everything.”
She didn’t have time to think let alone answer him as Noah slipped inside her. He and Ethan took turns while Jimmie lay next to her and stroked her hair. Savannah couldn’t even process how fucking good this felt so she stopped trying. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations, weakly crying out as yet another climax washed over her.
When Noah and Ethan each came, she enjoyed listening to how much pleasure it gave them. They untied her, Ethan checked her wrists for marks, and then the men took turns holding her and kissing her sweetly. They stroked her damp hair and back, and she drifted toward sleep several times only to wake up again once the next man took another turn with his aftercare.
She finally fell asleep curled up on her side, happier and more sated than she’d ever been in her entire life.
Chapter Ten
The next week passed by in a blur for Savannah. When she was at work, even if Noah was only working part of the same shift, he made sure to seek her out and say hello, at the very least. A few times he backed her up in the elevator and kissed her before the doors opened on another floor and people got on with them. Those quickie encounters always left her breathless and panting.
Ethan normally worked odd hours anyway, so he was usually in the unit each day when she started her shift at three in the afternoon. He went out of his way all week to talk to her, and more than once they shared a very quick but extremely passionate kiss in the men’s locker room while no one else was around.
The way he peeked outside the door before
taking her hand and leading her back into the hallway had her giggling. “I feel like we’re in high school.”
“No one in my high school would have given it a second thought if they’d walked in on us just now.”
“Well they would here.”
Jimmie came to the unit to see her when he got off work, and several evenings during that week the four of them ate dinner together outside on one of the picnic tables. They laughed and goofed around, ignoring the curious and surprised glances from others who were outside.
She wanted to ask Jimmie if things were better at home, but knew he’d say something if it got bad enough that he was ready to take Noah or Ethan up on their offers to let him move in. She’d learned since Jimmie had returned to Sin that it was best to let him bring up his home situation, rather than constantly asking him about it.
Late in Savannah’s shift one evening, Kay-Jean Harrell came into the empty patient room that Savannah was setting up for a trauma that had just come into the ER. Kay-Jean was the ICU nurse who nearly got fired the month before because she’d filed a false report accusing Dr. Preston Benson of sexual harassment. Kay-Jean pulled the curtain closed and glared at Savannah.
“What’s wrong?” asked Savannah. “Isn’t the patient coming after all?”
“No, she’s coming. It’s my admission, of course.”
Kay-Jean had been moved to twelve-hour night shifts where Jackie felt she might cause less trouble, and Kay-Jean wasn’t happy about it. Plus, no matter who was the charge nurse on any shift Kay-Jean worked, she always got the worst patients now, or at least the first admission. Unofficially, the entire unit was punishing her for what she’d done to Preston, hoping she’d grow tired of it and leave.
Savannah put down the lead wires she’d been attaching to the monitor cables. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to set the room up? I wasn’t busy so I thought I’d help.” Kay-Jean was also weird about other people setting up her rooms, and Savannah knew that, but she liked to keep busy all the time. It made the shift go faster.
“That’s not why I’m in here.”
