“Say hi to Lydia for me.” She grinned.
Justin stepped closer. “You know something I don’t?”
“Just that you two are idiots.”
Tom almost laughed, but he kept it constrained. The veins in Justin’s neck popped out. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that. Can’t you see she loves both of you?”
“If that’s true, why is she seeing someone else?”
“That I don’t know, but maybe she’s trying to get your attention.”
Justin blew air through his nostrils like a racehorse at the gate. “She’s got it, God damn it.”
On his way out, Tom squeezed Connie’s shoulder and smiled.
* * * *
Chelsea, Mountain View’s sous-chef, waltzed out of the kitchen with a box in hand. “This is for you.”
Lydia couldn’t remember when someone had given her a present. “For me?”
She shrugged. “It’s a cake. I know you’ve been a little down ever since the sheriff-deputy fiasco. I thought you could use a pick-me-up.”
“That’s so sweet of you.” Lydia chuckled at her own joke. “No pun intended.”
“Just enjoy a piece for me.” She patted her stomach.
Lydia’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me.”
“Yes. I’m pregnant.”
Lydia hugged her good friend. “That’s fantastic. No wonder your two husbands have been in such a good mood.”
“They’re actually quite impossible. They won’t let me lift anything even though I’m only a month along.”
She tamped down the bit of jealousy, wishing she could have someone, or someones, who loved her as much. “Let me know if I can do anything.”
“Will do.”
Lydia got her coat, and with the cake in hand, left. She’d parked across the street. The old men who came early in the morning took up all the good spots. Besides, they often had trouble crossing the street if there was a lot of snow. Letting the customers take the premier spots made sense.
As she looked both ways to cross, Justin’s cruiser pulled in front of her. Tom opened the door to the backseat.
“Hop in.”
She didn’t want to be chastised or questioned. It had taken a lot of effort to keep the tears at bay these last few days. “I’m good.”
She walked toward the back of the cruiser to cross the street, when Tom jumped out and lifted the box from her hands. “Lydia, please. We really want to talk to you.”
His plea was like a dagger to her heart. Maybe his relationship with Destiny hadn’t worked out, but did she want to be his second choice? She glanced at the cake in his hands.
Justin put the car in neutral and got out, too. “Lydia, please. We miss you.”
His eyes darkened, hopefully with desire and not with anger. Her mom had changed when she finally forgave herself for denying Alex’s existence. Maybe it would do her good to tell them how she felt.
“Fine.”
Their smiles were brighter than the whitest snow. Tom ushered her into the warm backseat while Justin jumped back into the front. He took off without telling her their plan. When they turned off the main road and headed down Harney Road, she suspected they were going to Justin’s house. What was up with that?
“So, how’s Destiny? I’m guessing the trial went well.” It took all of her constraint to keep the jealousy out of her tone.
“She’s good.” He touched her hands, fisted on her lap. “You do know I was renting Destiny’s house while she was in hiding?”
The puzzle pieces refused to lock together. “No.”
“I moved out a few days ago. I’m now staying with Justin until I can get a place of my own.”
She had a spare bedroom. She almost offered he stay with her, but if he brought home another woman, she’d die.
“I didn’t know.”
The silence that followed almost hurt as much as Tom’s betrayal.
“I heard you’d taken up with a new man,” Justin said, adjusting the rearview mirror.
“What? No. Who told you that?”
“Your neighbor said some guy was hanging out at your place.”
Alex. He was in his twenties and bigger and stronger than an ox. If she told them about her brother, what would they think of her mom? Maybe it was time to get the skeleton out of the closet. “That was my autistic brother.”
There. She’d said it. Her brother wasn’t normal, but she loved him just the same.
Tom looked like he was trying to decide if she was telling the truth. “I heard he was dead.”
“As you saw, he’s very much alive.” She explained how her mother had been unable to handle the idea of a child that wasn’t perfect, so she told everyone he’d died. “It was a form of denial, so she didn’t have to take responsibility for him.”
Tom took her hand. “That must have been hard on you.”
Her eyes watered at his concern. “It was.”
Oh, my God. She caught the glance in the rearview mirror between the men. “Did you think I was cheating on you or something?” The idea was preposterous, but given how they’d stayed away, it made sense.
Tom leaned back in the seat and looked in the opposite direction for a moment. “Maybe.”
She almost laughed until she realized they were serious. “Justin, did you really think that, too, after what I thought we had? Did you believe I could or would jump into bed with someone else so easily?” The hurt nearly crushed her.
The drive to his house appeared sooner than she wanted, and he turned down the unpaved road. “I didn’t want to believe it, but every time I came in to get a cup of coffee next door, you ignored me.”
Now who was being sensitive? “That’s because when Tom didn’t call me during his week away, I thought he wanted Destiny. I figured you and he wanted a threesome.”
Tom pulled her toward him. “Darlin’, there is no other woman. Just you.”
Justin killed the engine, jumped out, and pulled open her door. He held out his hand to help her out. “That’s my fault. Tom called and asked about you every day, but I didn’t want you to dwell on his absence while I made love to you. Tom told me to tell you how much he missed you, but I didn’t pass on the message.”
She turned around to glance at Tom. He shrugged. “What can I say? Justin’s an ass.”
She had to laugh at his adorable expression. What a mess this had all become.
Justin took her hand and led her up the steps into his house. “What do you have in that box?”
“It’s cake. Chelsea made it.”
He grinned. “How about we celebrate?” He cocked a brow. “We’re good, right?” He opened the door and ushered them in.
“I hope so. Misunderstandings can have a way of undermining everything.”
“Amen.”
She could guess what he had in mind, but she didn’t want to make any wrong assumptions again. “And what would we be celebrating?”
Justin stepped closer and drew her into his arms. “How about the three of us being together?” He pressed his nose into her hair and inhaled. “I love how you smell.”
Tom moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her. As much as she loved having their bodies wrapped around her, she wanted to take this slow. “Did someone say something about cake?”
Tom nuzzled her neck. “You are a demanding woman, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I know what I want and when I want it. I’m hungry and I want cake.” She winked. “Where that cake will end up, I don’t know.”
“I’ll get the knife and plates.” Justin rushed out of the living room and into the kitchen.
She loved them, plain and simple.
Justin emerged a moment later with napkins, plates, and utensils. “You want to do the honors?” He held the knife out to her.
She moved over to the sofa and placed the cake on the coffee table in front on her. Cutting three wedges, she handed the men the cake. She swore their eyes nearly rolled back when they tasted t
he divine dessert. After half of her share, she was full.
“Is it getting hot in here, or is it me?” Yes, it was a ploy, but they could always tell her she was crazy.
“Hot. Yes. Very hot.” Tom put down his finished plate, wiped his mouth, and tore off the sweater that covered his uniform. “Maybe I’ll change into something more comfortable.”
Justin nodded. “I’ll join you.”
While the men changed, she cleaned up the dishes. Since this might be her only chance to prove to them how much she loved them, she removed her shoes and socks. Her green uniform was anything but sexy, however her underwear was hot. She knew what she had to do.
Chapter Twelve
When Justin and Tom came out in jeans, barefoot and shirtless, her pussy cheered. They didn’t move. Their gazes were on her nearly naked body. “I got chocolate on my dress and had to take it off.”
“I see you got chocolate on your stomach and your tits, too.” Justin moved closer.
“Anyone hungry?” She held their gaze for about three seconds before she burst out laughing. Her attempt at seduction was so transparent, she couldn’t hold it together.
“I think our woman should be punished for trying to tempt us. What do you think, Tom?”
The idea of being spanked thrilled her.
Tom stepped closer and looked down at her. In one swoop, he lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. “I think we need to teach her a lesson she won’t forget. One is to never to doubt that we love her.”
They really did? “You never told me.”
Tom placed a light kiss on her forehead. “The fact we were so worried about you when you were out of our sight didn’t clue you in to the fact how much we cared?”
“I thought you were doing your job.” Had she been someone else, she doubted Tom would have driven around looking for Snake while bringing her with him.
“That was part of it, but do you think we would chance losing our jobs by making love to just anyone?”
That thought never occurred to her. “You have a point, but I’m the type who likes to hear those three little words.”
Tom smiled. “We’ll remember that.”
He placed her gently on the bed and both men joined her. Justin leaned over and licked the chocolate off one of her tits. His warm tongue sent a chill down her body. When Tom sucked the dessert off her belly, her whole body tingled.
“Now that you’re clean, we need to begin your lesson.”
Damn, she should have smeared the whole cake on her, but she had other plans for the rest of it.
Justin scooped her up and turned her over his lap. He pulled her panties down her knees, which prevented her from spreading her legs wide.
“I get to go first,” Tom said. “I’ve been dreaming about her delicious ass for a month now and don’t want to be denied anymore.
The first slap hurt more than Justin’s ever had. “That hurt.”
“It’s meant to. Don’t you think you put a huge hole in our hearts when you ignored us?”
She’d been about to say that they’d abandoned her first, but decided it would be better to put that argument to rest. “Yes.”
The next few slaps stung less, and the heat buildup made her pussy moisten.
“Look how pink she’s getting.” Tom’s voice held too much cheer.
“Let me.” Justin now got in the act.
His slaps weren’t as hard, but the heat they generated was just as strong. Her pussy needed more than slaps.
Instead of getting the real thing, Tom massaged her butt. “I think she’s ready for some lickin’. What do you say, darlin’?”
“Yes. Please. I need your hands on my body and your hot tongue in hidden places.”
Justin rolled her over, and before she knew it, he’d tied her hands over her head and attached them to the headboard. “This gives us much better access. We plan to feast on you for many hours.”
She was close to coming as it was. “I won’t last.”
“You will if you know what’s good for you.”
Justin and Tom changed positions. Justin slipped between her thighs and Tom took the helm. He dropped next to her, cupped her face, and kissed her.
“Don’t ever doubt our love again,” Tom said with more seriousness than she’d heard in a while.
A tear formed in the corner of her eye at his sincerity. “Okay.”
His kiss started out gentle then increased in intensity until he urged her to open up and make love to his mouth. So lost in thought, she jerked when Justin’s fingers breached her wet pussy. He took no time in finding her sweet spots. She bucked at the incredible sparks coursing through her. She wanted to run her hands over Tom’s back, but with her hands tied, she was helpless.
Her men didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Tom threaded his hands through her hair and lightened the kiss. He moved away from her mouth to explore her throat.
“You like this?” he asked as he nibbled closer to her collarbone.
“I love everything you do to me.”
Justin must have been frustrated with her inability to spread her legs, for he dragged her panties off and pulled her legs wide open.
“I want to taste your honey.” His mouth was on her pussy like a starving man on a homemade meal.
“Oh. God. That feels so good.”
Tom pressed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Fire licked her tits. Having two men touch her so intimately drove her higher and higher. She moaned and bucked. “I want your cocks.”
As if she’d said the magic word, Tom untied her hands. “Get on your elbows and knees.”
“Will you take me in my rear?” Please say yes. She was so ready.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” She hated that she sounded so desperate, but she’d been dreaming of having both of her men for so long, she couldn’t believe she’d finally have them, fully seated inside her, as if they were one loving unit. “But first I want to suck your cocks.”
Both men looked at each other. “Okay, but only for a bit. You don’t want us coming too fast.”
“Oh, no, wouldn’t want that.” She winked and glanced between both men, trying to decide who she wanted to suck first. “Since Tom’s been away, I’ll start with him.”
He groaned. She positioned him on his back. With one hand on his balls, she leaned over and licked his big mushroom head.
He jerked. “It’s been too long.”
Good. As slow as she could go, she drew him deeper into her mouth while her tongue wrapped around his engorged dick. With her free hand, she grabbed the base and pumped his shaft while her mouth drew him in and out.
He stopped her after a minute. “I won’t last.” His breath came out reedy. She believed him.
Without saying anything, she switched positions and leaned over Justin. She dragged a tongue down his throbbing cock. She ran a thumb over the large vein, loving how heat radiated off him.
Justin held her head and seemed to guide her down his shaft. She almost gagged when his cock reached the end of her throat, but she managed to swallow, allowing him to go deeper. Using both hands, she cupped his balls and squeezed his shaft. Changing speeds, she drew him into her mouth faster and faster until Justin pulled up on her shoulders.
“That’s enough.”
Nothing gave her a higher high than to turn on her two men.
“Now it’s your turn, darlin’.”
A drawer opened, and Justin passed Tom a jar of lube. A moment later, Tom smeared the cold cream on her rear hole then slipped in a finger past her tight ring. She clenched, but immediately relaxed, knowing the sensation would fill her up but at the same time stimulate all those dormant nerves that were sure to bring pleasure.
“You’re a good girl.” Tom slipped in another finger, causing her breath to catch.
Justin knelt in front of her and rubbed her back with one hand while he traced circles around her nipple with the other. Her attention kept pinging between one and the other
.
“I want you, Lydia,” Tom leaned over and whispered in her ear.
She turned her head to look back at him. “Let me put the condom on you this time.”
“From that wicked look in your eyes, I think I’m in for more torture.”
If only he knew. He slipped one into her hand. She turned around and took her time stretching the latex over his big cock. Justin had to get in the act and rub her tits, making her hurry.
She turned to Justin. “Now it’s your turn.” Had she not wanted them to fill her up, she would have drawn out the event.
When she was done, Tom repositioned her again. “No more stalling.”
His fingers found her puckered hole and he dove in. Compared to the large plug, one finger was easy to take, as were two. Her rear relaxed.
“You ready for the real thing?”
“Yes.” She’d been ready for a long time.
He nudged open her puckered hole with his cock that was surely too big to fit. She hissed in a breath.
“Easy.”
He massaged her rear and pressed in more. Justin moved to the side, and as he stroked her clit, her pussy pulsed, relaxing the ring in her ass. Tom made more progress.
“Jesus, you’re tight, darlin’.”
“That’s because your cock is huge.”
He laughed. “That’s why we make a great team.”
Because he had a big cock and her ass was tight? Men!
Tom slipped his cock partway out before moving forward again, while Justin worked his magic fingers, teasing, pulling, and rubbing her clit until she must have gushed over his hand.
“I need you, Justin.” She squeezed shut her eyes, wanting to match the extraordinary fire building in her rear with what she knew Justin could provide in her pussy.
“Hold on, darlin’.”
She wasn’t sure what Tom meant, but a second later, he dropped on his back, taking her with him. That motion caused his cock to impale her. “Oh, oh.” Now she was sitting on him, her back to his face.
Justin grinned and probed her pussy with his fingers. He edged forward. “Just breathe.”
“There’s no room at the inn. I’m sorry.”
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