by Opal Carew
“Well, this flogger is useful in many ways.”
Chapter Nine
Evan’s hand moved away and Danni felt something hard and smooth press against her slick flesh. It pressed deeper, sliding inside her just a little. He rotated it, sending blinding pleasure through her as the hard, cool surface of the glass flogger handle stimulated her hot, wet opening.
As he slowly pushed it deeper, she sucked in a breath.
“Squeeze that pretty pussy around it,” Blake commanded.
She did as he said and as he drew the hard surface out a little, the unyielding, ridged surface dragging over her sensitive inner flesh, she felt weak in the knees. He pushed it deeper this time and drew it back slowly. She gasped at the intensity of it.
Then he pulled it all the way out and she groaned at the loss.
When she felt it nudge against her back opening, she spread her thighs wider, arching her lower back to lift her ass a little higher.
“You want this in your ass, baby?” Evan asked.
“Oh, yes. Please,” she begged.
Evan chuckled and she could see he’d pulled his cock from his pants, his big hand encircling the stiff shaft. He watched as Blake pressed the slick glass handle into her back opening. It parted her slowly, pushing in relentlessly. She sucked in air, squeezing it as it invaded her tight passage.
“Oh . . . God . . . yes,” she whimpered.
Evan moved in front of her and pressed his cock to her lips. She opened, taking him inside gladly. She suckled his cockhead, loving the hot, heavy feel of it inside her mouth as the glass wand filled her ass.
“Are you enjoying your punishment, young lady?” Blake asked.
She nodded, squeezing Evan tighter in her mouth.
Then Blake’s hand smacked against her ass. She gasped, then drove down on Evan.
“Ah, fuck, baby.” Evan curled his hand in her hair and pulled her deeper still.
She squeezed him in her mouth, to his groan.
Then she felt something hot and hard nudge her hot slit. Blake’s cock was going to push into her and she wanted it . . . needed it so badly . . . inside her. She arched against him and he pushed in a little. She wrapped a hand around Evan’s cock and pulled it from her mouth.
“Oh, yes, Blake, please. Fill me up.”
Blake instantly drove deep into her, to her cry of delight.
She popped Evan’s hard member back into her mouth and sucked hard.
Blake drew back a little, then glided deep again. He filled her with smooth, slow strokes, driving her pleasure higher and higher with each one.
She slid her mouth off Evan again, tightening her hand around him and gliding it up and down in quick strokes, matching the beating of her heart.
“Oh, God, sir. Please.” She squeezed around Blake and the glass handle inside her ass. “I want both you and Evan inside me.”
“Evan is inside you. He’s filling your sweet little mouth.” Blake’s tone was filled with amusement. “When you’re not talking, that is.”
Blake glided deep again and she sucked in air.
“I know but . . .” She gasped at another deep stroke of his cock. “Please, I beg you. I want to be between you. One in front, the other in back.”
Evan laughed. “I like that idea.”
The glass wand slid from her ass and suddenly she found herself standing as Evan moved around the chair and leaned against the back of it. Blake’s cock slid away and she moaned at the loss. Then Evan pulled her tightly to him. His lips took hers, his beard raspy against her face as his tongue swept inside her. She felt his cock glide over her wet flesh, then . . .
“Oh, God, yes,” she cried as he plunged in deep.
His arm slid around her waist and he held her tightly against him. Then Blake’s cock zeroed in on her anal opening and . . .
“Yessss . . .” Her voice quivered as his big cock pushed into her. Farther and farther. Until her whole body trembled with need.
When he was all the way inside, his body pressed tightly to hers, they all stood perfectly still. Time seemed to stop as she quivered between them, totally claimed by them both. Knowing she belonged totally to these men.
Then she felt strands of hair quiver against her neck as Blake released a soft breath.
“My God, you’re so perfect,” he said, that low voice of his curling through her like hot silk.
Her heart swelled. She felt so utterly vulnerable. And so completely protected.
Blake stroked her hair behind her ear and his lips brushed against her temple, then nuzzled her neck.
She had to stop herself from uttering words of love. It didn’t make sense. It was far too soon.
And it was totally crazy to think they could ever feel that way about her.
But the intense sensations flooding through her . . .
She trembled as Evan’s hand glided down her arm.
God, she’d never felt this way before.
Blake began to move. His cock glided back, dragging along her sensitive, tight passage. Then he pressed deep again. Evan joined him, the two of them filling her with smooth, deep strokes.
She gasped as she clung to Evan.
“Oh, God, yes. Fill me.”
Their strokes sped up, their big shafts driving deeper. She whimpered as her whole body vibrated with need, heat blazing through her.
They thrusted, their breathing accelerating. Her heart pounding.
“Oh, yess . . . yesss.” She whimpered as rapture embraced her. “Yessss!” Her soulful moan cascaded to an intense wail as an orgasm blossomed through her.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Blake rasped against her ear, his breath making the tiny hairs on her neck quiver. “Come for us.”
His words, like a command she could not ignore, sent her flying even further over the edge. She gasped, then moaned as her insides swirled and exploded into an ecstatic frenzy of bliss.
Evan groaned and she felt him pulse inside her. Blake drove forward, pinning her to Evan’s body and he, too, erupted inside her. She wailed as their orgasms sent her sailing into another, more intense bout of ecstasy.
She moaned and moaned as they rocked their hips against her in short, sweet strokes. Her consciousness melted into a golden pool of honeyed delight.
Then she sighed and collapsed between them. Evan’s hands grasped her hips, keeping her from slithering to the floor as Blake moved back. Evan scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Soon the three of them were stretched out together, her between them. She lay on her back, gazing from Blake’s handsome face to Evan’s.
She stroked Evan’s short, thick beard and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked with a smile.
“Not funny,” she said as her other hand found Blake’s clean-shaven cheek and she glided her fingers over it. “Just deliriously happy.”
Blake laughed. “That’s what I like to hear after I’ve made love to a woman.”
“I think I helped with that,” Evan pointed out.
“Oh yes.” She grinned. “You were both very important cogs in the well-oiled machine that led to our spectacular success.”
Blake’s eyebrows rose. “Did you call us cogs?”
“No, I believe she said cocks,” Evan said, his lips quirking up.
She laughed again and grasped their cocks. “Yes, these definitely had a lot to do with it.”
She gasped in surprise as Blake’s long fingers glided over her still-slick folds, then burrowed inside.
“And I think I found what she meant by well-oiled.”
“Yeah,” Evan said as his fingers slipped inside her, too.
Heat flared through her and she opened her legs.
“Oh, God, you’d better finish what you started,” she said, arching upward.
Blake leaned in and kissed her, his fingers stroking inside her sensitized passage.
“Or what?” His deep voice coiled around her.
She was sucking in air now as pleasure trilled through her.
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p; She grasped his shoulder. “You wouldn’t want to leave a lady in need, would you?”
Blake smiled, but along with the amusement in his eyes, swirling right alongside desire, there was also a deep warmth and tenderness that took her breath away.
“Of course not,” he said, then rolled over her.
Evan’s hand slid away as Blake pressed his big cock against her. She moaned as he drove inside her, and after only a few strokes, she gasped and plummeted into another orgasm. Blake rode her until her gasps turned to long, mournful moans as the pleasure rippled through her entire awareness. When the pleasure faded, he kissed her and rolled away, then Evan mounted her. The feel of his thick cock gliding into her thrust her straight over the edge again and he pounded deep and hard as the next orgasm rolled over her in relentless waves, like the pounding of the surf.
When he finally pulled out, she was breathless and weak.
“Oh . . . my . . . God . . .” she said in gasps. “You are the most incredible men I’ve ever known.”
They smiled and settled in close to her.
Her eyelids fell closed and she wondered how she would ever survive once this delightful interlude with them was over.
* * *
Danni’s eyelids popped open and she realized it was getting light outside. She glanced at the bedside clock and realized it was five forty-five. The alarm on her cell would go off in fifteen minutes.
Both men were still lying next to her, but no arms or legs were entangled, so she carefully slipped from under the covers and crawled off the end of the bed. She left the master bedroom and went to the en suite in the other bedroom to shower so she wouldn’t wake them. Just because she had to be up early didn’t mean she had to cut their sleep short.
She towel-dried her hair, then let the thick waves hang loose to dry. Wrapped in a towel, she walked into the living room to retrieve her clothes. She could smell hot coffee brewing in the kitchen. She pulled on her underwear, then her jeans and top, and continued into the kitchen.
Blake stood at the stove, cooking eggs. He wore only pajama bottoms, leaving his muscular back bare. She wanted to walk right over and wrap her arms around his waist, then rest her head against his naked skin with a sigh.
“Pour yourself a coffee,” he said. “Your omelet will be ready in a minute.”
“You didn’t have to cook for me.”
“No problem. I don’t want you to go to work without a good breakfast.”
He folded the omelet into a perfect half-moon. She poured herself a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar. He turned the omelet onto a plate and handed it to her, then followed her to the table and sat down.
She took a bite. “Mmm. This is really good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“If you keep treating me this well, you’ll never get rid of me.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her cheeks blossomed with heat and she gazed at him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Evan walked into the room.
Evan wore only gray boxers. His broad chest was bare and his close-cropped beard neatly trimmed. Her gaze wandered down his lion tattoo. He was a delightful sight.
“Have you told her yet?” Evan asked as he poured himself a coffee.
Chapter Ten
“Told me what?” Danni asked, turning back to Blake.
Was this it? They’d gotten her all set up for the party. They’d arranged for Marcus and Rhett to help her out at the event if she needed it.
And they’d had some great sex last night.
Had they decided it was time to say good-bye?
“Evan and I were talking and we decided . . .”
Her chest clenched and time seemed to stand still as he spoke.
“ . . . that we’d like to join you at the gala on Friday.”
“What?” she asked, dumbfounded.
“We’d like to go to the event with you,” Evan said as he sat down beside her. “That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”
“But I thought you had another commitment.”
“We were able to move the board meeting to the following week.”
She felt the smile quiver across her lips, then stretch her mouth wide. She felt like a bit of an idiot grinning at them like that, but she couldn’t help it.
“Yes, that’s very okay. In fact, I’d love it.”
Both men smiled.
“Good,” Blake said. “We might have to meet you there, but we can send a car for you if you like.”
“Oh, no. That’s not necessary. Mom wants me to arrive with her and Jerrold. But . . .” Danni grinned again. “I’m really glad you’re going.”
* * *
On Wednesday, Danni hurried to the restaurant to meet her mother. She’d had to grab a quick shower and change because she’d had dust all over herself after sanding drywall this morning. Mom had called last night to invite Danni to lunch. Danni had asked to do it another day, preferably not on a work day, but Mom had insisted that it couldn’t wait.
Danni didn’t know what she wanted to talk about, but she was concerned.
She pulled open the door of the restaurant, conscious of her clothes. She wore clean jeans and a nice cotton camisole that she could cover with a shirt when she got back. She didn’t have time to put on a special outfit that would be more to her mother’s satisfaction, and then change again when she got back. She’d just have to put up with Mom’s disapproving comments.
She spotted her mom at a table. She walked over and sat down.
“It’s nice to see you, Danielle,” Mom said. “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, Mom.” She picked up the menu on the table in front of her, then ordered the special, knowing it would be fast to arrive.
Mom made some small talk while they waited for the food, but Danni got impatient, not caring about Mom’s friends’ vacation and where they boarded their dog while they were gone.
“Mom, you said you wanted to talk. What is it? Is everything okay?”
Mom dropped her gaze to her plate and poked at some of her linguine, hesitating.
“Mom, you’re making me nervous. Are you okay? Is this about that doctor’s appointment you told me about recently?” Danni’s stomach clenched.
“No, it’s not my health. It’s . . . well, this is hard to say. It’s about Jerrold . . . and his business. It seems the business is in dire financial straits. If Jerrold doesn’t get an investor . . . and soon . . . then he’ll lose the business.” Mom gazed up at Danni, her face strained. “If that happens, we’ll lose everything.” She took Danni’s hand and squeezed, her eyes begging for understanding. “I can’t go back to having nothing. I can’t live like I did when I was with your father.”
Danni compressed her lips. “I don’t recall us having nothing. Dad wasn’t rich, but he worked hard and brought in a decent wage. We had a nice house, clothes, and food on the table.”
“I know, dear. I didn’t mean to disparage you father. You know I loved him. But after he died, we didn’t have a lot and I was always worried about making the monthly bill payments. It was very stressful and . . .” She gazed at Danni with wide imploring eyes, begging for understanding. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with not wanting to have those kinds of worries again.”
Danni nodded. “I get it, Mom. I wish there was something I could do to help.”
“Actually, there is.”
Danni’s gaze darted to her mother’s. “What?”
But she was sure she knew what was coming next.
“Well, Mabel saw you at Alana’s having dinner the other night and she said you were eating with some businessmen . . . including Blake Hawkins and Evan Swift. In fact, she said you arrived with the two of them.”
“And?”
“How well do you know them?”
Danni pursed her lips. “What exactly are you asking?” There’s no way she wanted to explain to her mother that she was having a hot, sexy threesome with them.
“I’m hoping
you know them well enough to ask a favor.”
Oh, God, please don’t ask.
“Do you know if they’ll be attending the fund-raiser?” Mom asked. “I haven’t received their RSVP yet.”
“Yes, they will. They just recently decided.”
Mom smiled. “That is good news.” She leaned closer. “Now . . . since you seem to have some kind of relationship with them . . .”
“Mom . . .” Danni said in a warning tone, hoping to stifle the inevitable request.
“I’d like you to convince them to talk to Jerrold and invest in his company.”
“Mom, this puts me in an awkward position. I really don’t want to do that.”
Mom squeezed Danni’s hand. “Please, dear. For me.”
* * *
As Danni rode the elevator up to the executive floor that afternoon, she fretted over her decision. She didn’t want to disappoint Mom, especially since Mom had kept on with her argument, pulling every emotional string she could until she’d made Danni promise to at least try.
Danni knew Mom had been scared after Dad died. She’d never had to fend for herself before and with a daughter to take care of . . . it had been hard for her.
Danni didn’t want her mother to be unhappy. She really loved her and knew in her heart she’d do anything for Mom.
The elevator doors opened and she stepped into the elegant reception area. She walked to the receptionist. The woman glanced at her, her gaze taking in Danni’s dusty jeans and work shirt. She’d had to come up on a break.
“I’d like to talk to Blake Hawkins or Evan Swift, please,” Danni said politely.
The immaculately dressed woman ached an eyebrow. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No, but I think they’ll see me if you tell them I’m here. Danni Jenson.”
“I’m sorry, but without an appointment that’s impossible,” the woman said dismissively.
Danni gritted her teeth. Jumping off a cliff and flying to the moon might be impossible, but this woman asking her boss a simple question was not.
“I’d really like you to ask, because—”
The woman’s eyes rolled. “It’s not going to happen.”
Danni debated whether to just march past the woman straight to the executive offices. She knew where they were, since she’d put up the drywall there. There were two large corner offices, which she was sure would be Evan’s and Blake’s.
