This was all too much. As if learning they were lovers wasn’t bad enough, they finally confessed they were also aliens.
Everything around her grew brighter and brighter until she recognized the field she was sitting in. That was when she knew she wasn’t awake. Fear gripped her that while she wasn’t in her body something could come up and hurt her. The reassuring presence of her Goddess was the only thing that kept her from truly panicking and slamming back into her own body.
“They are no different than you.”
“Yes, they are!” Trisha argued with the wise voice. “They are nothing like me.”
“They are just like you. Fear of rejection made them keep their true selves hidden from you, just like you keep part of yourself hidden.”
“This is so not the same. My secret is hardly as earth-shattering as being from another world.”
“Perhaps to you it isn’t, but who are you to judge the importance of secrets?”
Trisha bit her tongue to keep from responding with a smart-assed remark.
“Just as you hide part of yourself, they did also. Just as you have doubts people can love you for your size, they had doubts you could love them knowing they’re bisexual. Who are you to judge them?”
She felt smaller with each quiet question. Though worded politely, the reprimands rippled through her body, sucking her breath away.
“Trisha!” Monroe’s shout ripped her from the quiet meadow and back into her body.
She lay on the forest floor quietly shivering when they found her. Saying not a word, Trisha allowed them to guide her back to their house. She watched as Han, Luke and Gayle clambered into their SUV and waved as they drove off. Her entire body and mind felt numb. Numb from the inside out.
Chapter Seven
“I’m worried, Monroe.”
“I know, Geoff. I am too.”
“This can’t be normal. Did something happen to her out there?”
“Other than us stripping and showing her we’re actually tree men?”
Trisha let out a sigh. When the conversation stopped, she held her breath, praying they didn’t realize she was awake.
“When you fake sleep you slow your breathing, not stop it altogether.”
“I know that, Monroe.” Trisha slowly opened her eyes and blinked up at the men. At least the room was semi-dark so she wasn’t blinded by a bright light.
“Are you okay?” Geoff’s concern was touching. She had to remind herself he was a liar.
“I’m fine.”
“You scared us when you ran off like that.” Monroe’s voice sounded closer than it had before. His hand caressed her ass, making her realize she was naked.
“Hey!” She rolled over and tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down. “Let me up.”
“I don’t think so.” Monroe shook his head.
“Oh, I think so.” Power streaked from her fingertips before she could stop herself. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t want to. It had been instinct to defend herself, so she had. Not her fault he refused to let her up.
“What the hell was that?” Geoff reached for Monroe and rubbed his hands over his lover’s chest, right where her magick had hit him.
“I think our woman has a secret of her own.” Two sets of eyes focused on her.
“Everyone has secrets.” She waved her hand, hoping they’d get the hint that questions about her power were off-limits.
“No. No, you don’t!” Monroe leaned down until his chest was in front of her, the angry red mark from her magick staring at her in accusation.
“Don’t yell at me!”
“Or what?” Monroe glared at her, anger making his eyes dark and stormy. “You’ll flame me again?”
“I should. You deserve it.”
“You have magick -- a much bigger secret than the fact we’re bi. You yelled at us for hiding information when you were doing the same exact thing!”
“Do you know what it’s like to be used for your powers? People don’t care that it tires you. That you need to replenish what you spend. That there is a price to pay for any and all magick used.”
“We’re not interested in you because you have powers. We’re interested in you because you have a hot body.” Geoff grinned and caressed her knee.
“Guys!”
“No!” Monroe snapped. “You think you hold the privilege for being used, abused and abandoned? Imagine what our life has been like. We can’t even tell people what we are. We can’t risk exposing our kind to the genocide I’m sure would occur. Freaky tree people.”
“You had no problem telling -- showing me.”
“We love you. We want you to be our mate. We had to be open and honest with you. We couldn’t marry you without you knowing what we are.”
“I can’t decide what bothers me more.” Trisha pulled away and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “That you’re aliens or that you’re lovers. Wait. I do know. I can get past the alien thing. I can completely understand why you wouldn’t be right out in the open with that. But you seduced me. Both of you. Separately and then together. Monroe, you fueled my belief that you were just friends by the way you talked and acted. Geoff, you were just as bad. To make matters worse, you invited your friends who are conveniently in a triad to come visit. Like that would convince me to just accept it -- you.”
“Let me get this straight, then.” Monroe sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s okay for you to lie -- um -- omit things, important things, but we’re supposed to lay it all on the line for someone who was a total stranger?”
“You could use my magick against me. Expose me.”
“And you could use our heritage to hurt us and others like us.”
Trisha growled. She did see their point, but she didn’t like it. Not one bit. “It’s not the same.”
“You’re right. Think of how many people would cut down trees for fear they would turn into humans. Think of how they’d dissect us. Send us to another planet. Alienate us from the very people we’ve come to know and love. We’d be a mystery to solve.”
“And they wouldn’t want my power? To use and abuse me.”
“At least they’d need to keep you alive to get your power.”
Trisha crossed her arms over her chest. She did not want to be wrong. Damn them. “You could have told me you were bi.”
“Do you want to go on about it, Trisha? Do you want to walk out of this bedroom and our life?” Monroe and Geoff both stopped touching her. “We’ll let you go. It will hurt, but we’ll do it. We love you enough to let you go.”
Monroe’s words touched deep in her heart. She loved them too much to let go. They weren’t fucking Gayle, and they did want her. So what was her problem? They could shift their shape into trees, so they weren’t normal men, but they were considerate lovers. Wonderful lovers.
She didn’t have to promise them forever, but she could give them another shot. “What’s in it for me if I stay?” The look of excitement in Geoff’s eyes made her wince. “Not that I’ve decided to forgive you for lying to me.”
“You would have never come here if you’d known at our first meeting that we both wanted to love you.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll never know. But you don’t need to lie to me anymore. Right?” She held her breath waiting for an answer.
“If we promise to give you at least two orgasms a day, is that enough?”
Geoff elbowed Monroe. “Twenty orgasms.”
“Dude!” Monroe elbowed Geoff back. “You can’t promise that many. What if one of us is sick? What if one of us is out of town on a trip? You can’t expect one of us to give her twenty orgasms in a night every night.”
“Why not? I could.” Geoff laughed.
“She needs a realistic promise, not one you can’t live up to. Not by yourself, and probably not with me helping.”
“Wussy chickenshit who can only deliver two orgasms a night.”
“Two orgasms each.” Monroe smiled, looking proud of himself.
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p; Geoff laughed, but Trisha just sat there watching the two of them. “You’re so in love with each other. What do you need me for?”
“Need you?”
“Darling, it’s not that we need you. It’s that we want you. Want you so much. You’re the ideal woman for us. We can picture spending the rest of our lives with you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s love, Trisha. You aren’t supposed to understand it.”
“Yeah, and you can’t say we only want you for your power, because we didn’t even know about it until you zapped Monroe.” Geoff squeezed her knee and moved so that he lay on the bed, sprawled out next to her. Monroe slid across until he was in the spot on the other side of her.
Both men stretched out, their hands caressing her as they joked about having to watch themselves around her because she could kick their asses.
Hands moved over her bare skin, arousing her rather quickly, considering they’d just finished arguing. As if they sensed she was about to complain, they both lowered their mouths to her body and kissed, licked and nibbled on every inch of her. Hands massaged her breasts and belly, thighs and calves. Tongues licked along her thighs while strong fingers pried her legs apart. Two tongues flicked against her mons, the men battling for position as they licked at her, sucked at her, teased her clit and nibbled on her sensitive flesh.
She knew what they were up to, but was powerless to stop them even if she’d wanted to. They made her entire body tremble in desire. Every pore screamed for release. And they gave it to her.
Trisha screamed, her body bowing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Before she could come down from the sensual haze of her orgasms, fingers slipped into her pussy. It was easy enough to figure out they both had fingers deep in her, but not how many.
Unashamed and enthusiastic, she rode their fingers, grinding against them as another orgasm built up. This one didn’t come on slow and steady. It started and then quickly blossomed into a spine-tingling orgasm before she could make a coherent sound.
Before she could catch her breath, Monroe moved on top of her and slid his cock deep in her pussy. She instinctively tightened around him, making him moan. The sound made her shiver. Geoff plucked at her nipples, keeping the sensitive peaks tingling as Monroe thrust into her hard and fast. Just as she was on the verge of another orgasm, he withdrew.
The men rolled her over, and helped her onto her hands and knees. Too tired and satiated to ask what they were doing, she accepted their ministrations as they guided her onto Geoff’s cock. Once he was fully in her, Monroe pressed his lubed cock against her rosette, and slowly guided himself inside.
Trisha moaned and wriggled. Even after all the orgasms she’d just had, the men were working her right back up. Her body was tense, as if she was going to explode any second now.
At the same time, they flexed their cocks and then began to fuck her. “Feel that, love?” Monroe whispered. He brushed her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck.
“Mmm.” She was beyond mere words.
“That is both of us loving you.” Their hands brushed over her skin in a soft, tender manner that brought tears to her eyes.
“We truly love you, Trisha. We want you to spend the rest of your life with us. We want to take care of you. Love you. Fuck you every single day until the end of time.”
“Oh, yes.” She shivered. Their words only heightened her pleasure. “Oh, please.”
“Ours, Trisha. Ours.” Monroe thrust in deep and shouted as he came. Geoff growled as he, too, came hard inside her. Trisha crooned, babbling nonsense as their simultaneous orgasms were enough to send her over the edge again.
Gasping for air, she lay down on Geoff and tried to catch her breath. Monroe followed her, stroking her back as they sandwiched her between them.
“Say you’ll stay with us,” Geoff whispered as he kissed her temple.
“Mmm.” She was too content to say more, but the men prodded her.
“Please, Trisha.”
“For now.” That was all she was willing to promise. They needed to air all their secrets and start over fresh. Only then could there be something between them. Something other than incredible sex. She was willing to wait as long as she had to, work as much as needed to ensure they got to know each other better. Besides, let them work a little. If they thought she was going to be easy, then life would probably get boring quickly. It would be infinitely more interesting to keep them on their toes. The possibilities were endless.
Michelle Hasker
Michelle loves vampires and things that go bump in the night, so it’s no wonder her creations are truly paranormal. While most people only dream of finding love, Michelle’s characters find it, but in the most unexpected places.
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