by Jane Jamison
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Daisy.” Paul pressed his chest against her back. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy. Unless you’re a bad girl and need me to get rough.”
Part of her wanted to know the consequence for being a bad girl. She clenched her ass muscles tighter when he eased two fingers into her butthole again.
“Wait until my cock is inside to do that.” Paul’s chuckle was filled with sexiness.
“Don’t forget about me, baby.” Wade pulled her hair back. “Lick my balls and moan. Let me know how much you like it.”
She leaned closer, tilting her head to the side so that she could slide her tongue from the tip of his cock down to his balls. His hold tightened on her hair and dragged her even closer. She flicked her tongue over the loose skin, then sucked it into her mouth. Bouncing his balls over her fingers, she made her way back up to the tip then swirled her tongue over the head, hoping to torment him like Paul was tormenting her ass.
“Holy shit.” Wade’s tone was deep, rough. “Damn, but she’s good with her tongue.”
Paul shifted position and pressed his cock against her ass. He took her arms and pulled them behind her. “I’m going to fuck you, baby, until your ass is sore.”
She wasn’t afraid. In truth, she was titillated. “Please. Fuck my ass.”
A slap on her butt cheek startled her, but she still loved the sensation it gave her.
“Switch with me, bro.”
“Fine.” Wade turned her hair loose then cupped her cheek. “Save your strength, baby. I’m not finished with you yet.”
He pushed her back a little while Paul helped steady her by keeping her arms behind her. She heard the bed squeak when Troy took Wade’s position.
“Suck on me just like you did to my brother’s cock.”
Paul helped her ease forward until she felt the tip of Troy’s cock against her lips. She pursed her lips to give his cock a kiss then tugged him inside and let her mouth slide around him. He moaned and pushed his hips forward. Then she heard him lie back on the bed.
“Damn, but that feels amazing.”
Paul’s cock was knocking at her back door. She giggled at the thought, letting the sound and her breath flow over Troy’s cock. But the giggle was gone in the next second when Paul eased his cock inside her asshole. Paul didn’t hurry, taking his time to let her get used to his large cock. He pushed past the first tight part of her and down the tunnel of her dark hole. She moaned at the same time he did.
“Good, baby. That’s it. Ah, she’s so tight.”
Holding her hands behind her, he used them to keep her from rocking forward as he started moving his hips. The back of his thighs slapped against the back of her legs. The motion drove Troy’s cock farther into her mouth and to the back of her throat.
Wade came to her side and reached in front of her leg. “Let me get in on a little of this.” His hand found her belly then swept down to palm her. His finger thrust inside her to claim her clit.
She cried out, the power of her rising climax pounding into her. With every stroke of Wade’s finger, every thrust of Paul’s cock, and every flavor of Troy’s shaft, she was sent closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Finger fuck her, man. She’s getting hotter by the second.”
Wade increased the pressure of his thumb massaging her clit and added two fingers to her pussy. Her body trembled with the need to hold on, her clit throbbing on the edge of setting her free.
“Don’t you dare come yet, baby.” Wade’s whisper was harsh in her ears. “I want to get a taste of your juices before you do that. Understood?”
She didn’t know if she’d be able to do as he said, but she nodded anyway. He got into position, easing between her legs, faced her pussy and took his first drink.
Her body was on fire and the only men who could put out the flame were the ones who were burning her alive.
Paul’s thrusts had slowed down while she was doing her best to suck on Troy’s cock. She tasted Troy’s pre-cum and sensed him tighten, getting ready to explode.
Wade pushed her pussy lips apart and drew in her clit. She screamed as the first orgasm ripped free.
Paul spanked her not once, but twice more. “Did you come, baby? We told you not to.”
Wade drank her, licking up her juices until, at last, he had to pull back for air. “She came, all right, and it was sweet as all get out.”
“Enough. I can’t take any more.” Troy reached over and grabbed her arms, freeing them from Paul’s hold. “I need her to ride me. Now.”
“Fine. But I’m not going anywhere.” Paul helped lift her up so that she came to rest on Troy’s crotch. Wade complained as he got out of the way. She flattened her palms against his hard chest and dug her fingernails into his skin.
Troy plunged his cock inside her pussy, hard and fast. Paul pushed her forward even more and put his cock back inside her dark hole. She was so full of cock that she was sure she’d split apart. Every nerve, every inch of her skin roared into an inferno of their making. She was on fire and loving it.
Troy lifted up and crushed his mouth to hers. As his cock had possessed her pussy, his tongue took her mouth. They danced around each other’s mouths and he drank in her flavors along with his own.
Paul dug his fingers into her butt cheeks, giving her yet another sensation to thrill her. “Fuck her, man.” He rammed his cock into her again at the same moment Troy did.
Nothing had ever seemed so good. Nothing had ever seemed so right. She was with the men of her dreams. If she did nothing else for the rest of her life, she’d make their dreams come true, too.
“Use it, Wade.”
Use what?
She got her answer when the tip of something—a flogger?—stung her rear. Soft material skimmed over her still-stinging butt cheek. Another strike hit her on the other cheek.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“Yes.” Even if she’d only moaned her answer, they would’ve heard her happiness in her tone.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please.”
The next sting was even harder, but she knew it wouldn’t hurt her skin. It wasn’t the first time she’d ever been flogged, but it was the best time. The pain of the sting transformed into a pleasure unlike any other.
Troy rammed into her, breaking her attention from the flogging, as though he was jealous. His hard thrusts had him pushing out soft grunts to match the soft “uhs” she made. She rode him, clenching her pussy even as she clenched her ass muscles to tighten around Paul’s shaft.
Troy tensed, then grabbed her breasts and brought her tit to his mouth. Moaning, he shot his cum into her pussy. His body trembled, convulsing out his climax as Paul continued to pound into her from behind.
The feeling of warmth flooded between her legs as Troy’s seed mixed with her juices. She continued to move against him, dragging out every ounce of his essence.
“Move.”
She cried out as Wade snatched her out of Troy’s and Paul’s arms and flung her onto the bed. She was still lying on her side, panting, when Paul climbed next to her, opened her butt and thrust his cock back inside her asshole.
“My turn, baby.” Wade tore off the blindfold, kissed her quickly, then lifted her leg over his as he slid his cock inside her pussy. “You’re so beautiful.”
She clung to him, her gaze meeting his as again, two men consumed her. Only the sound of their lovemaking filled the room. Troy had disappeared for a moment, but returned to watch with towels draped over his arms.
Her body readied for another climax. She’d never had more than one at a time, but these men could make her body do anything. The orgasm slammed into her, making her shake as she said the words she never thought she’d say.
“I love you.”
Whether he was already primed to go or because it was her words that did the trick, Paul groaned and let his seed go. He held onto her, his hands gripping her breasts as Wade shoved upward one last time and cried out his climax
.
She was filled with their cocks, their seed, and, she hoped above all else, their love.
Troy tossed first Paul then Wade a towel. Instead of cleaning themselves off, they moved the cloths over her body, cleaning her with loving caresses.
Then it hit her that she hadn’t heard them say that they love her. At once, embarrassment racked through her.
Should she ask them how they felt? Her usual way would be to do exactly that. But for one of the few times in her life, she couldn’t be that bold. She dropped her gaze, suddenly fearful of having told them what her heart held. What if that scared them away?
Wade caressed her cheek and Paul placed a sweet kiss on her shoulder. Wade tweaked the end of her nose. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She had to ask. They had to have heard her. She had to either ask or feel awkward for however long they were staying.
“I, um, I mean, did you hear what I—”
A loud crash, followed by a scream, startled her, blanking her mind as the men jumped out of bed and started tugging on their jeans. She grabbed her clothes, fear clogging her throat. They were out of the bedroom and dashing downstairs as she hurried to catch up with them.
Chapter Seven
Daisy feared the worst when she shoved the kitchen’s swinging door wide. Melissa lying in a pool of her blood. Charlie standing over her dead friend with Daisy’s own bat in her hands.
Instead, she found Melissa standing on top of one of the dinette’s chairs. A plate lay shattered into pieces on the floor below her.
She skidded to a stop with the men slamming together like Keystone Cops in an old-time movie. “Are you all right?”
Melissa jerked an arm toward the counter on her left. “I saw him.”
Daisy felt the color drain from her face. “Saw who?” John? Someone else?
The men broke apart and started looking around the kitchen. They checked behind the doors, searching out the windows and even spying under the sink. But they came up empty.
“Melissa, who did you see?”
“Not who. What. I saw a mouse. A big, hairy, beady-eyed mouse.”
Daisy had to take a chair because the relief flooding her robbed her of all the strength in her legs. “A mouse? So that’s why you screamed?”
Troy helped Melissa off the chair while Wade found the broom and dust pan in the pantry. He and Paul began cleaning up the broken shards of porcelain.
“Isn’t that enough? It was a mouse.” Melissa looked at Daisy like she was the one causing all the commotion.
“Okay, I get it. You saw a mouse. But, Melissa, you have to understand. This is the country and there are mice in the country, just like in the city. I’ll set a trap and get him soon enough, but I’m thinking you probably scared him more than he scared you. I’m just glad it wasn’t anything bad.”
Melissa finally realized that she’d cause a lot of trouble for only a mouse. “You’re right. I guess my nerves are still on edge. And I’m sorry about the plate.”
“Don’t worry about it. As long as you’re all right, then that’s all that matters.” It wasn’t surprising that Melissa was jumpy. They all had a right to be on edge.
“I think I’ll go and lie down again. Unless—”
Daisy was quick to take her hand and lead her toward the door. “That sounds like a great idea. You need to take care of yourself. For your sake and the baby’s.”
Once Melissa had gone and was halfway up the stairs, Daisy went back into the kitchen. The incident had made it very clear to her. They were still in danger and couldn’t let their guard down again.
“Is she doing better?” Paul dumped the contents of the dustbin into the trash.
“Her? She scared the shit out of me.” But Wade’s grin said otherwise.
“And me, too.” Daisy waited until she had their full attention. “Which brought home the fact that we shouldn’t have been doing what we were doing.”
“Why not?”
Wade moved toward her, but she kept her distance. If he or the other two touched her, she’d lose her train of thought. “What if it hadn’t been a mouse? What if it had been Charlie or her brother John?”
“But it wasn’t.” Troy frowned. “And we were right upstairs.”
“I don’t care. We shouldn’t have let our guard down.”
“She’s right.” Paul thrust his hands into his pockets. “We’re still on the job and we blew it. We let out hormones take precedence over doing things right. Next time, we might not be as lucky.”
“Next time, Melissa might not be as lucky.” She hated like hell to say it, but she had to. “Until this problem with Melissa is resolved, we have to keep our hands off each other. No more…you know.”
Wade and Troy wanted to object. She could see it in their eyes. But they were pros just like Paul. Instead, all three men gave their agreement.
“Good.” She let out a breath while she studied their oh-so-powerful chests. Keeping her hands off them wasn’t at all what she wanted, but it was what they had to do. “I’m going to check on her.”
* * * *
Troy poured a drink for Wade and Paul then leaned against the side of Daisy’s home. They’d gotten dressed fast when they’d heard the crash. After finding out that it was just Melissa dropping a dish, they’d headed out to the yard, going in the opposite direction of Daisy as she’d run back up the stairs. Troy doubted that Melissa was fooled, but until Daisy wanted her friend to know about their involvement with one another, they’d keep quiet.
“We need to talk.”
He half-expected Wade to make a joke, saying something about their breaking up, but Wade was as serious as he was. Paul had on his usual stern expression.
“About Daisy,” added Troy.
They’d talked about everything else on their way to Destiny, including Melissa’s future and the possibility that either John or Charlie had set the fire. Daisy had told them what Melissa had said, confirming their suspicions. They’d already called their buddies at the station who would forward the information to the police. The authorities were hunting for both John and Charlie, but so far, they’d had no leads.
The one thing they hadn’t talked about was how they’d bring up the idea of sharing with Daisy.
“I think Troy and I”—Wade glanced at him to make sure they were still in agreement—“have always had it in the back of our minds that we’d end up sharing her. As you know, we’ve had a thing for her since high school and now it’s more than that.”
Paul sipped his drink, whatever he was feeling locked behind that calm exterior. “I get that, but I thought we agreed to let her decide who, one or all of us, that she wants. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. You’re talking about a lifetime. Not just until we go back to Tulsa.”
Troy wouldn’t let anything be unclear. Paul had to know where they stood. “That’s right. She’s the one for us.”
Wade sidled over to him, physically supporting him. “That about sums it up.”
“And what about what we did? Was that a one-time thing? Or am I shit out of luck from now on? Are you trying to cut me out?”
Paul had become a close friend of theirs and to make him feel less than that didn’t sit right. “Naw. Like we agreed, the final decision is up to her. But I’ve got to ask. What are you to her, Paul? It’s not like you have the history, past and present, that we have with her.”
His dark eyes lifted off the ground and stabbed into him. “What are you two to her?”
He was right. They hadn’t said anything about a commitment, and yet, he knew Daisy well enough to know that they weren’t one-night, even multiple-night flings. “She cares for us. That much is certain or else she wouldn’t have had sex with us.” He drove home his point. “And I’m not talking about just today.”
The slightest flicker of concern slid across Paul’s face and was gone. “So you think that because you’ve been with her that one other time before today that she’s chosen you. Is that it?”
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sp; “I’d say it puts us in the lead.” Wade shrugged. “Wouldn’t you?”
Paul took another drink. “Not necessarily.”
“And why’s that?” He was getting at something. Troy could feel it in his bones.
“Because we had sex, too.”
Troy didn’t know why he hadn’t anticipated that. It was obvious from the way she looked at Paul, the way she shot him one of those glorious smiles he’d kill for, that she was attracted to Paul. And that she cared for him.
“Where?” Wade sounded hurt. Did he think Daisy had to tell them everything she did?
“You don’t need the details.” The irritation in Paul’s tone made the air around them thick. He took another sip, probably to give them time to settle down.
“So she cares for you?” It didn’t bother Troy. Paul was as close to him as a second brother would be.
“Yeah.”
“And she’s said as much?”
“Has she said as much to you?”
They were at a standstill. All three of them cared for her. All three of them had had sex with her, not once, but twice.
“Do you love her, man?” Troy had to ask. At the same time, he asked himself that question. His answer came to him a moment before Paul’s.
“Yeah. I do.” It was said much like a challenge.
Wade watched the exchange with a kind of curious look. “That’s understandable. She’s easy to love.”
Troy’s laugh was bitter-sounding. “I guess we kind of jumped the gun earlier.”
“How do we tell her what we want? Where does that leave us?”
It was the second time Troy had ever seen Paul even the slightest bit nervous. Yet he could understand it. If he thought he had a chance of losing her, his nerves would be jangling all over the place.
“It leaves us standing on the edge of the abyss and waiting to see which, if any, she chooses to save. Just remember what we agreed on. Whichever man, or men, she doesn’t want is just shit out of luck.”
Troy didn’t want to think that way. If she chose one of them over him, he’d have to leave town. Being around her without having her as his would be too painful. But Paul was right. “Agreed. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
