Her hips lifted and her back arched. Clay swallowed her cry of delight and brought his hand up to cup her breast. His fingers pinched and then tugged on her nipple in complete sync with the thrust of his tongue into her mouth.
Her climax danced, teasingly close, and Tasha whimpered, the sound one of impatient need. Between her legs, his mouth opened wide while his tongue swirled and lapped, Gord chuckled, and the sensation of that sound sent her higher, making her even wetter than she had been.
Gord lifted his mouth from her. “Come for us, darlin’. We love to hear your rapture.” He slipped two fingers into her, and fastened his mouth on her pussy once more.
He found her sweet spot at the same time he began to suck her clit, and Tasha couldn’t have controlled the eruption of her orgasm if she’d tried.
Wave after crashing wave raced through her, commanding every inch of her being, pulling a scream of ecstasy from her very soul. Nothing felt as fabulous as this! Nothing filled her with as much joy and renewed her spirit the way being loved by these men did.
Clay ended his kiss, and when she met his gaze, the glittering heat she found there moved her heart. He eased back, giving his best friend more space. Gord moved up her body and she slid her arms around him. He paused, nestled between her open thighs, and she sighed with the wonder of feeling his hot, hard cock against her wet folds.
“Taste.” He said nothing more, just put his mouth on hers. The flavor of her arousal on his lips was one she cherished. Deeply personal, profoundly intimate, it fed their love, and their connection, and brought her libido to new, glorious life.
He slid one hand under her bottom and lifted her into his thrust. One push, and he was buried deep inside of her. He raised his head. “Hang on.” Then he moved, and reversed their positions so that Tasha lay atop him, indelibly impaled upon his cock.
Taking advantage of the position, she pushed herself up, straddled him, and made tiny little swirling motions with her hips as she rode him.
“Gord, your cock feels so good inside me.”
“I love the way your cunt sucks my cock in. You’re hot and wet and wonderful.” He sighed, and reached up to cup her breasts.
Motion on the bed and the sound of the condom wrapper tearing excited her. She turned to look over her shoulder, and was just in time to watch Clay slide the condom over his very hard cock.
Gord pinched her nipples, nabbing her attention. “Hands on the bed on either side of me, Tasha. I want to watch your face as Clay takes your ass.”
She wanted nothing more than to be one with both these men. Her body obeyed before her mind could respond to the command. I’m theirs. The thought crystallized, and the truth of it sealed the door on past hurts forever. She was theirs and not even death would change that.
Tasha noticed Gord looking over her shoulder at the same time she felt Clay move in close.
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Clay, fuck my ass.”
His lube-coated fingers brushed up and down over her anus, preparing her to receive him. The few times she’d taken them had fed a craving she’d never known she could have. Dark and somehow dangerous, this arousal felt different from every other.
She moaned with pleasure as he added more lube and began to insert his fingers into her. She couldn’t resist the urge to push back, to take more.
“No, baby. Hold still this first time. You’re going to be fuller than you’ve ever been. Let us be in charge this first time.”
“Look at me, darlin’. I want to see every instant of this precious moment on your face. This is sacred. This is us three, becoming one.”
Tasha opened her eyes, her gaze instantly caught by the love and reverence in Gord’s eyes and on his face. Heat enveloped her as Clay moved. Easing his fingers out of her ass, he tented her and brought his cock to rest against her tiny rosebud.
He began to push into her, and the wondrous burning made her want to squeeze her inner muscles. He leaned over her, the pressure sure and steady. Burn turned to that special pain that increased her arousal, and then her anus opened to admit him. The head of his cock breached her sphincter, and Tasha shivered.
“Okay, baby?”
“Mmm…more. I need more.”
“Gord?”
“You should see the look of hunger on her face! Damn, brother, her pussy is so hot and tight, and just gushed all over my cock.”
Clay said nothing. He leaned into her, and his cock slid all the way inside her.
“Oh, oh! I never knew…” Words left her as the incredible fullness became the center of her being, the heart of her life. She met Gord’s gaze and knew he, too, could feel the wonder, the…sanctity of this moment.
“I’m not going to last,” Clay said. “Oh, God, this is beyond incredible.”
“Yeah,” Gord said. “Me, too.”
Tasha’s arms could no longer support her. She laid her head on Gord’s chest. “Please. Fuck me. Both of you. I need to feel you both fucking me.”
“Yeah.” In that one word she heard how tightly Clay was clinging to his control. He bracketed her hips with his hands, his thumbs keeping her ass cheeks spread. And then he began to move.
Clay pulled almost all the way out of her, his cock a delicious weapon of pleasure as he then pushed into her anew. In and out, he moved in a rhythm both slow and seductive.
Gord thrust up as Clay withdrew, and then pulled back when he thrust, and Tasha’s mews of pleasure, of need, emerged from her very core.
Back and forth, and in and out, these men loved her, sliding and gliding and filling and fulfilling as she shivered and shook and sobbed. This was more than anything and she wondered, for a flash of time, if a woman could survive this much pleasure.
“Oh, God.”
“Now.”
Gord and Clay reached the point of no return together. The sound of snapping tethers and the motion of their fevered thrusts shot Tasha over the edge. Her orgasm spewed from her. Unable to lay still any longer, her hips began to work with theirs. Up and out, down and in, she had no control, could only wallow in this thrilling ride and try to hang on to her sanity. Searing thrills and electric spasms of ecstasy filled her every atom.
Twin masculine shouts of pleasure told her that her lovers—her husbands—had joined her in nirvana. The sensation of two cocks ejaculating inside her tossed her over another peak, into a free fall of total bliss.
Gradually, Tasha became aware that she was no longer floating in rapture. The scent of sex—that musky, earthy perfume—and the sounds of the three of them struggling to breathe, assured her she was still alive.
Clay had partially collapsed on top her, and the heat of him, the dampness of his exertion-induced perspiration felt wonderful against her skin.
She rubbed her face against Gord’s damp chest, loving the sensation of him, the smell and the firmness and the reality of him.
“Did I hurt you?” Clay kissed her shoulder.
“No. No, you didn’t hurt me.” She sighed and he chuckled.
“Good. Hold still, baby.” He moved carefully, easing his cock out of her. She closed her eyes. Her smile spread across her face and Gord’s chest, and that man chuckled.
“I think you’re purring there, darlin’,” Gord said.
“Mmhmm.”
Moments later, Clay returned. He used a warm, damp cloth to clean the lube from her. He kissed her ass cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Gord turned onto his right side, and eased his cock out of her. She snuggled into his chest, and when Clay returned and spooned her, she felt as if she were finally, completely home.
Needing to see them both, she rolled onto her back. Her lovers moved in closer, and it pleased her more than she had words to say that she could feel them both pressed close—their flesh against hers.
“That was…I don’t have words.” Tasha met first Clay’s gaze, and then Gord’s.
“I have to confess I had my doubts,” Clay said. “I heard the words the others s
aid, about our becoming a sanctuary, together, and about how there’s a moment that transcends the physical and evolves into the spiritual. A part of me simply didn’t believe them. But I must confess, now, that was exactly what happened. I didn’t get it, before. How we could be a unit, a triad in a real sense of the word. But it felt as if in that moment when we came together as one…I felt complete in a way I never have, not once in my entire life before now.”
“The first ones of us—the Benedicts and the Jessop-Kendalls, some of them left journals behind for their descendants to read. Sarah and Amanda, Warren and Joshua, they wrote down about their experiences, a way of helping their children and grandchildren to understand this particular kind of magic. I’d read the men’s journals years ago. That’s another Lusty tradition, that men read what the men wrote, and women read what the women recorded. So I knew in principle what to expect, but I don’t think I believed, either, that it would be like that for me.” He laughed, a kind of self-derisive sound. “All my life—well since I found out I couldn’t father children, I’ve felt separate, different…alone. I guess I felt ‘other.’ And now, because of you two, I no longer feel like that. Now, I feel as if I finally belong, because I belong to you.”
“I think, maybe, we really were meant to be together, the three of us. I think, because we’ve all suffered loss, that we’re uniquely suited to be each other’s family. We became one today in a way that most of the people in this world don’t even know exists. I love you both, so very, very much. I know we have to wait to begin our life, living together as a family. But that’s okay, and that’s as it should be. Better to wait and begin as a solid loving group—all six of us.”
“It won’t take the children long,” Clay said. “They have some healing left to do, but I have a feeling that process will speed up, now. We’ll spend lots of time together, all six of us, and I bet before long, they’ll let us know, in their own way, that they’re ready for us to make it official.” Then he looked over at Gord. “We connected, you and I, that first time we met all those years ago. You’re my brother in every way that matters.”
“It isn’t blood that makes a family,” Gord said. “It’s love.”
“Yes,” Tasha said. “It is love that makes a family.”
“I’m glad to hear you both say that. It’s what I believe, too. So maybe someday, a year or two down the road, if you—the both of you—decide you want to, we could look into adopting a baby—or even an older child. A child that will belong to all three of us from day one.”
It was an idea that had floated in the back of her mind from time to time. And maybe, in that year or two, it would be something to look into. She knew Gord was with her when he responded.
“It’s something to think about—later. Right now, I feel so blessed with what we already have. I want to revel in the reality of what we’ve chosen, in love, to build.” He laid his hand on top of Tasha’s stomach.
Her heart melted when Clay rested his hand on top of Gord’s.
“We’re a family,” Tasha said. “I’ve waited a long time for the two of you. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for loving me.”
“I think we’re all grateful,” Clay said. “Sweetheart, you’re my second chance. I’ll never take you—either one of you—for granted.”
“Amen, brother. Amen.”
There would be a Commitment Ceremony for them, sometime in the future. But the vows they’d just spoken, here in their special place, were more sacred than any she’d ever heard.
Tasha would give thanks every day that she was privileged enough to live the rest of her days making love under two introverts.
Chapter 25
“Surprise!”
Tasha’s hands flew to her cheeks as her eyes widened and she gasped. Lusty Appetites was full to bursting with people this Friday evening in March. And every single one of them had just shouted and cheered as she, Clay, and Gord had entered.
She’d thought they were coming to the restaurant for a quiet Friday evening dinner, just the three of them. From the look on Clay’s and Gord’s faces, that’s what they’d believed, too.
Clay’s children were front and center of the happy, smiling crowd—the very same children that had been dropped off for sleepovers at various friends’ houses two hours before.
“Are you really surprised?” Bonnie was bouncing from foot to foot, clearly excited about what appeared to be a party.
“We really are,” Clay said. He looked at Tasha and then at Gord. His raised eyebrow said it all. He had no clue what was going on here.
Tasha had an idea what this was about, and whose idea this was, but she kept quiet and waited.
“What’s the occasion?” Clay asked his daughter.
Shaun stepped forward, and the crowd behind him quieted. “It’s a family tradition here in Lusty that when people get engaged, they have an engagement party at Lusty Appetites. So Mark and Bonnie and I thought it would be a good idea if we gave you guys one of those, too.”
They’d planned to take things slow, out of consideration for the children. It appeared the children, in turn, were considering them. Tasha met Clay’s gaze. Pride shone from his eyes, pride and gratitude and love.
“Wow. Thank you, guys.”
She could see he wanted, very much, to hug his son. Instead, he offered him his hand. Shaun accepted the handshake, and then gave his father the hug he really wanted—and that she knew Shaun really wanted, too.
Shaun stepped back and looked up at his dad. “You’re welcome. I thought the squirt was going to open her yap and spill the beans all week! Keeping a secret from the three of you is hard on a guy’s nerves.”
“Hey, I’m not a squirt!” Bonnie put her hands on her hips and gave her brother a good frown.
Shaun ruffled her hair, then turned and looked at Gord, and then her. “I think we’re pretty lucky that we’re getting another dad and a new mom.”
“I think we’re pretty lucky to be getting three great kids.” Tasha didn’t care that her voice wobbled. They’d been trying to decide how things were coming along with the children—whether or not they were ready to move on to that next step or not.
Last weekend had marked the first anniversary of their mother’s passing. They had all flown to Toronto, together, to lay flowers on Vicky Dorchester’s grave, and so the children could visit their grandmother. It had touched Tasha very deeply that the kids had wanted her and Gord to make the trip with them.
“Come here.” Clay opened his arms to his kids, and the three of them rushed their dad and held him tight. In a voice that only the six of them could hear, he said, “Your mother would be so very proud of you guys.” When he looked up and raised an eyebrow, she and Gord both took it as their cue and joined the embrace.
Our first family hug. Tasha knew she would never forget this moment.
“This is great, guys,” Gord said. “Really great. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.” Mark’s grin was contagious.
“There’s lots of food, too,” Shaun said. “Some of your favorite dishes have been prepared.” Then he snickered. “We get to eat. You get to greet everyone. Grandma Kate said that’s the tradition.”
“So it is,” Gord said.
The children headed off for friends and food. Clay reached for Tasha’s hand, and glanced at Gord. “You know, I remember vividly the day that Shaun was born,” he told them. “Suddenly my world changed when the nurse put this tiny, squalling bundle into my hands.” He shook his head. “He’s growing up.”
“Yeah,” Gord said. He clapped his hand on Clay’s shoulder. “And he’s growing up good.”
“He is indeed, now that we live in Lusty.” Clay’s tone sounded sure.
Chloe came over and handed Tasha a few tissues. “You should have seen those three over this last week. They were on a mission, and determined to do as much as possible on their own to throw this party for y’all.” Then she grinned. “Congratulations on your engagement.”
Grant and Andrew hugged her and then moved on to the men. Chloe’s gaze followed her husbands and then she turned back to Tasha. “I never imagined last year, when I got ready to open my spa, that I would not only be making good and true friends in my employees, but family members as well! I’m so happy that all of you have found love.”
Tasha looked around to make sure that no one could overhear her. “Well, not quite all of us. There’s still Sandra.” Sandra O’Brien, Chloe’s part-time licensed massage therapist, was the only member of her staff still single.
Chloe grinned. “That’s going to take some doing, since she’s only in town a couple of days a week.”
“I have faith in you, Chloe. I think you’ve been getting pointers from Grandma Kate. I’ve been told that she’s engineered more than a couple of recent ‘matches.’”
Chloe raised her right hand. “I swear, the only person I actually ever gave a little kick in the pants to was Warren.”
“Well, your first at bat was a home run,” Tasha said. “That’s got to make you want to try again.”
Chloe blushed. “All right, you got me there. I do happen to know a couple of lonely cowboys who could use the soft heart of a good woman.” She kissed Tasha’s cheek, the moved on to hug Clay and Gord.
Those Jessops headed off to visit family and friends and peruse the buffet, and another Jessop stepped up to offer his congratulations.
“I have to say, cousin, I never thought I’d see the day.”
Gord laughed and offered his hand to Terry Jessop. “I was waiting for the perfect opportunity, which I knew would involve the perfect woman.”
“I can’t fault your logic when I can see you’ve succeeded.” Terry shook Clay’s hand and then turned to her.
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