This was so like Noelle. She was a grab-life-by-the-balls kind of person.
“I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m just processing things.”
“Still? How long are going to process things? Just so you know, life is happening in the background while you do that. You’ll never get these days back. They’re gone. Poof! So you don’t know why Scott kept the secret? Tough shit. Is there any reason he could have that would make this okay for you?”
No. There wasn’t any reason that would make this okay. She was coming to the conclusion that it would be best to never know what feeble excuse Scott had.
“I may not have ever been married, Sara, but I do know one thing. We don’t really fucking know people. Yeah, we think we do. We get married, and have babies, and live with them, and we think that gives us some special insight into their soul. Bull hockey. It doesn’t. People always have a little something they keep to themselves. Did Scott know every single, freakin’ thing about you? Shit, he didn’t even know the kind of reading material you liked.”
Sara opened her mouth to say he did, but closed it instead. It wouldn’t be true. As much as they had loved each other, and had a wonderful marriage, they didn’t know every single thing about each other, and wouldn’t have even if they’d been married for fifty years.
“You’re such a sensitive friend, Elle. You should be a therapist.”
Noelle burst out laughing. “You have a therapist. Now you need some tough love. Let’s face it. I’m the perfect friend for it. I was duly deputized by the group.”
Ah, her friends had elected Noelle to do the dirty work. Typical.
“I’ll think about it, okay? I don’t like being like this either, you know.”
“Good. Now I need to get back to work. Stop calling me so late at night, woman. Get some sleep.”
Sara hung up the phone laughing at Noelle’s parting joke. She had definitely planted a seed. A seed of hope.
* * * *
Cole lay awake staring at the red glow of the alarm clock on the bedside table. The numbers read two in the morning. He hadn’t been sleeping well since Sara left. Jeremy, either. It was hard to sleep with a broken heart. They knew Sara needed this time, but they didn’t have to like it. It was hard as hell not to hop the next airplane and bring her home.
They both missed her warm little body between them. They missed her smile, her laugh, her sharp intelligence, and her penchant for playing games. Mostly, they missed the way she completed them. She was the bridge between them. He and Jeremy were so different yet so the same. She complemented them perfectly.
They missed Jack, too. The house seemed so quiet with their little boy gone. Every day they said they were going to pack up the police car they had bought Jack for his birthday and send it to Florida, and every day they didn’t do it. They still had hope he and Sara would come back.
He felt Jeremy’s hand stroke his shoulder. “You okay, baby?”
Cole turned in to Jeremy’s arms. “Yeah. Just miss her. You, too?”
“You know I do.” Jeremy’s voice was rough with sleep. “Jack, too. She said she needed time.”
Cole pressed his lips to Jeremy’s. “I know. Have we given her enough time now?”
Jeremy pulled him tighter. “I don’t know. I do know I’m tired of waiting. What if we go after her and she doesn’t love us anymore? What if every time she sees me, she sees Scott? I couldn’t live with myself if I brought her more pain.”
Cole sat up in the bed. “There’s only one way to know, J. Let’s go get her and Jack. In the morning.”
“Are you fucking serious? Just fly down there and tell her we’re tired of waiting?”
“Yep. Listen, the worst is not knowing. If she doesn’t want us anymore, we just fucking need to find out and move on. Although, I don’t know how the hell we’re going to do that.”
Cole waited as the silence stretched on. Jeremy was the cautious one of them.
“We leave in the morning. Let’s go tell her how much we love her and Jack.”
Cole lay back down and cuddled with Jeremy. Now he was too excited to sleep. They were heading to see and hold their woman.
* * * *
Sara breathed in the scent of hibiscus and lilac. The air was heavy with humidity this time of year, but she still loved sitting on the lanai when she needed to think. It had become a place of refuge these last weeks. Today was no exception. Noelle’s call the night before had given her a lot to think about.
For the first time in months, Jeremy and Cole didn’t call on Sunday morning. At first she had thought they were just late, but hours had now passed. They weren’t calling. They didn’t want her after all. She had waited too long. Noelle had come by and offered to take Jack to the park. How Noelle had known that Sara needed time to herself she would never know, but she had gratefully agreed. A wash of love surged through her as she thought of her son. He looked like Scott. And Jeremy, too. They had all been so happy this summer. It had felt like a family again. She craved that peace and closeness. She craved the feeling of belonging. She needed it. Not just for her but for Jack, too. She owed him that.
She didn’t like the woman she was becoming these last weeks. She was acting like a victim, and she hated that shit. She hated letting Scott affect her like this. She had loved him, but he was gone now. Why he had kept secrets from her, she didn’t know. She would never know. She had blessed and released those unanswered questions. Getting the answers wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. So why was she sitting here feeling sorry for herself? She knew what she wanted. She couldn’t be too much of a coward to go after her future. Noelle was right. She needed to stop sitting around and do something.
Sara jumped to her feet and headed into the house. She wouldn’t give up on them. She wasn’t going to sit back and let life happen to her. She was going to go out and grab it. Her friends would expect nothing less. She would propose a whole new game to her men. One that involved a lifetime together.
She reached for her phone. She was halfway through dialing when she heard pounding on the door. Noelle hadn’t been gone very long. Apparently, Noelle had also forgotten the spare key she always carried.
Sara threw open the door impatiently.
“Elle, where’s your k—” Sara stopped in shock. It was Jeremy and Cole on the other side of the door. They looked handsome, sexy, tired, and very, very determined. Thank God.
“Who’s Elle?” Cole pushed past her carrying a gigantic suitcase, followed by Jeremy, who also carried a suitcase.
“Uh, my friend. She took Jack to the park.”
Both men headed for the bedroom, with Sara trailing behind.
“What are you doing here? Where are you heading with those suitcases? Shit, answer me!”
Jeremy whirled around, his eyes narrowed with challenge. “We’re here for you. We got tired of waiting. Whatever you need to deal with, we’ll deal with it together. No more going it alone. As for where we’re heading? The bedroom, honey. Cole and I are moving in.”
Sara felt hope take root in her heart for the first time in weeks.
“For me? Moving in? What do you mean you’re moving in?”
Shut up, Sara. This is what you want.
Cole threw the suitcases on the floor. “We’re moving in, princess. If you won’t come to us, we’ll come to you. We’re not going to be separated from you again. Period.”
“Period? What about the business? Your home?”
Jeremy shook his head and pulled her close. She could smell his woodsy scent and feel the warmth of his skin. She had never thought she would feel these arms around her again. Her body was responding as it always did—preparing itself for their loving.
Cole came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. “We’ll explain it all, babe. But what we need to know is how much time we have before your friend brings Jack home.”
Sara knew the look on her men’s faces. She wanted the same damn thing.
“We’ve got about an hour,
give or take. So we better get moving.”
Chapter 15
Her men didn’t need to be told twice. She was stripped of her shorts and tank top before she could catch her breath. Her bra and panties followed quickly after. She tried to work at their clothes, too, but they were determined to kiss and touch her everywhere. Her mind became a haze of pleasure, each stroke of their fingers or swirl of their tongues sending desire dancing through her veins.
They pushed her back onto the bed, lowering her gently to her back on the crisp sheets. Cole kissed her deeply, letting his tongue run wild inside her mouth. His fingers plucked at her nipples, twisting slightly, giving her the bite she loved so much. He ran his tongue down her neck and around her nipples. Sara arched her back, offering her breasts to his wicked mouth. He accepted the invitation. His tongue swirled around the tips before sucking a nipple in his mouth and gently scraping his teeth as he released it.
Jeremy kissed a wet trail of open-mouth kisses down her abdomen and between her thighs. He pushed her legs farther apart to make room for his wide shoulders. His tongue played along the strong muscles of her thighs before heading to her wet slit. She almost came off the bed when his tongue laved her sensitive clit.
“Your pussy is so pretty and pink, honey, and so wet and swollen for us. Do you want us to fuck you? I want to hear you say it.”
She could feel his warm breath against her pussy. Her thighs were sticky with honey and her nipples were painfully tight. She needed these men badly.
Cole lifted his head from where he was licking and teasing a nipple.
“Best answer him, princess. You’re not going to come until you do.”
“That’s mean.” Sara’s voice sounded breathless and aroused.
Cole’s jaw tightened. “I ought to turn you over my knee for leaving us the way you did, so don’t say this is mean. We just want to hear you say you want us. Say it, Sara.”
Of course, she wanted them. Like her next breath.
“I want you. I want both of you. Please fuck me!”
Jeremy grinned up at her. “First, you need to come so I can lick up all this sweet cream.”
He bent his head back to his task, tormenting her with his tongue. He ran along every crevice of her cunt, sending shivers of delight through her body and making her pussy clench with need, wanting something to fill it. Cole’s mouth was on her breasts, sucking at the hard nubs, nipping with his teeth until she shuddered and moaned.
“Is she ready, Cole?”
“She’s ready, baby. Make her come.”
Jeremy’s talented mouth latched onto her clit and sucked before raking his teeth gently across the swollen pearl. Her body bowed and then shattered into a thousand pieces of pleasure. Wave after wave racked her body, leaving her shaken and spent. Jeremy’s mouth rode the waves with her, his tongue bestowing soft licks near the end as she came down from heaven.
When she opened her eyes, they were both staring down at her with expressions full of love. She was a lucky woman. She grinned. “I know what game I want to play next.”
* * * *
Cole grinned back at his woman. Everything might not be perfectly worked out. Yet. But whatever she needed to deal with, they would deal with together. He and Jeremy were determined to help Sara through all the craziness the last few months had thrown at her. Not the least of which was themselves. It had occurred to them at thirty thousand feet that being in love with, living with, and dealing with two men day in and day out might seem like a daunting task. After all, most women only had to put up with one man. Sara would have her hands full with the two of them. They promised then and there to make it as easy for her as possible.
“You know we love games, princess. Tell us what you have in mind.” Cole glanced at Jeremy and saw the same mischief in his eyes. They loved her most of all for her mind—her absolutely brilliant and dirty mind.
Sara had an evil glint in her eye. “In the essence of getting done before Jack gets home, I think we should play the ‘Jeremy and Cole fuck Sara at the same time’ game.”
Sara trailed her fingers across Jeremy’s jaw. Cole was once again entranced by how much he loved these two people.
“I want us all to be together. So let’s get down to business. We don’t have much time. Grab the lube in the nightstand.”
Sara pointed to the side of the bed with a determined look. Far be it for him to not give her the game she wished.
Cole and Jeremy pulled off the rest of their clothes. Jeremy pulled Cole close for a kiss. Their tongues and breath mingling, their hard cocks rubbing against each other made his dick painfully hard.
“That’s so hot. I miss watching you two make love to each other. It’s like my very own porn channel.”
Jeremy quirked an eyebrow. “We’re your personal porn, huh? Well, get the camera, because things are going to start heating up in this bedroom between the three of us.”
Jeremy stretched out on the bed and beckoned to Sara. Cole helped her straddle Jeremy’s legs. Cole breathed in her soft, floral scent and stroked her warm skin. He had missed her so much.
Cole snagged a couple of condoms from his pants pocket and tossed one to Jeremy. “Suit up, baby. I know we want her pregnant, but she has to agree to it first.”
Sara looked from him to Jeremy in amazement. “You want a baby, too? I’d love to have another baby.”
Cole’s heart overflowed with love. “I love you so much, princess.”
Sara gave them a sultry smile as she plucked the condom packet from Jeremy’s fingers and tossed it on the nightstand. Unused and unneeded.
“I love you both. Let’s get this game started.”
* * * *
Sara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. They still loved her, and they wanted to have a baby, too. She could picture a blonde little girl being held in their arms, or maybe another boy. It really didn’t matter which actually. Maybe she could give them one of each.
She lowered herself slowly onto Jeremy’s rock-hard cock. She was so wet, he slid in easily, rubbing delicious spots inside her with every ridge. She loved the way his cock felt without the barrier of the condom between them. When he was in to the hilt, she closed her eyes and tightened around him, feeling his dick pulse in her cunt. It sent sparks to her clit and more honey dripping from her pussy. She did it again, and he gripped her hips with a groan.
“Fuck, Sara. You’re making me crazy.”
She moved her hips from side to side and then up and down, experimenting to find just the right pleasure spot. She moaned as he rubbed a particularly sensitive area deep inside her. She felt Cole’s chuckle behind her and his breath in her ear.
“Does his cock feel good, princess? He’s so big, it’s like he’s reaching up and tickling your ribs, isn’t it? I love it when he fucks me.”
Sara nodded and moaned again as her movements rubbed his groin against her already-swollen clit. She needed to come again.
“She likes your big cock buried in her wet pussy, J. She’s going to love my cock buried in her tight ass.”
Sara’s arousal built even higher at Cole’s dirty talk. She wanted to enflame their desire as much as they did hers.
“Yes! Fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy, Jeremy. Give it to me hard. I need your big cocks,” Sara panted.
Jeremy’s eyes darkened with passion. “You’re going to get all the cock you need, whenever you need it, honey. We’re going to ride that sweet cunt and ass hard on a regular basis from now on so you don’t forget where you belong or who you belong to. This pussy belongs to me and Cole now.”
Cole tugged her head back and kissed her hard and long. “In case you’re wondering where you belong, it’s between us. Forever.”
Cole pressed on the middle of her back until she was lying on top of Jeremy’s chest. She felt Cole hands stroke her ass and then the cold trickle of lube run down her crack. She couldn’t stop the shiver that went down her spine. She felt Cole freeze.
“Are you okay? Have you changed your
mind?”
“No, of course not. It was just a little cold.”
She heard Cole’s slow exhale as he rubbed her back. “It’ll warm up in a minute. Just relax for me, princess.”
His fingers circled her tight hole, spreading the lube, before pressing for entry. She felt a moment of pressure and then his finger was inside her. More lube, and another finger was added. A third finger joined and then the scissoring. She could feel her ass stretch and loosen as he readied her for the fucking she was eagerly anticipating. She was already near orgasm at the thought of having both of her beloved men inside her at the same time.
Cole removed his fingers, and she mewled in frustration at the empty feeling he left behind.
“Easy, baby. I’m going to fuck you now. J, why don’t you distract our princess a little?”
Jeremy stroked his hands down her back and up her rib cage to her breasts, kneading and caressing. She almost missed the sensation of Cole lining his cock up to her tight ass and pressing forward. Cole fed each hard inch of his cock into her ass relentlessly—pushing in, pulling out, then pushing in a little further each time. Each stroke ignited a fire that licked along her skin. She ground her clit against Jeremy, trying to find the right rhythm that would send her over the edge.
“Please, Cole, please fuck me. I need you both to fuck me now. I’m so close.”
Cole hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her up against his chest.
“Yes, we’re going to fuck you now.”
Cole pulled back just a little and pushed forward one last time. This time he went in until his balls slapped her ass. She was completely full of cock. The feeling was unbelievable. She began to move. She needed more.
So frantic with desire, this fucking wasn’t hesitant or gentle. This was passion, hot and hard, and so amazing. Her men were giving her all of themselves, and she returned the favor, becoming an instrument being played between them.
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