by Lynn Stark
“He didn’t!” Bliss bounced on her toes and clapped her hands. Excitement made her face glow. “Do you think Colt will figure it out?”
“Of course he’ll figure it out. But will he want to act on it, is the question.” She caught Bliss’s hand and led her toward the huge master bath. “We’re supposed to shower. We better hurry. That is, unless you don’t want Colt’s big, beautiful cock in your pussy tonight.”
Bliss grimaced. “I hate when that’s one of his punishments.”
“Me, too.” Clarissa pushed her selections for the shower into a keypad. The water would be the perfect temperature to soothe heated bodies and take a little of the sting out of their asses. Colt would be there soon to care for them. He was so thoughtful, so tender with them after they played. It was the perfect balance. “But I already got it, so it’s you we have to worry about.”
They hurried into the shower and reached for the body wash. It didn’t take long to wash their hair and bodies. Clarissa knew as much as Colt wanted them, he wouldn’t hurry upstairs. He would give them time to prepare themselves. He saw it as much a pleasure for them as for him, if they were able to finish bathing then pampering themselves. And they did want to be ready for him tonight. It had been so long since they had been together in any sexual manner, that both she and Bliss were horny as hell.
They hadn’t even cared if Colt had gone all vanilla on them. They wanted their man and they wanted him bad.
Though he had just fucked her deliciously hard and fast Clarissa could feel the ache in her thighs. The man could fuck like no other. The men in her past couldn’t begin to compare to Colt. When she had come to Silver and met him, it was as if fate had thrown them together at a time when she needed him most. There had been an instantaneous attraction between them, a connection which had been unbreakable. It had been challenged, but unbroken.
They had met Bliss just weeks after their own meeting. The woman was anything but a threat to them. As with herself and Colt, the attraction was there between the three of them. It was hot and wild and burned as brightly now as it had then.
When she and Bliss had decided they needed more than a sexual relationship, which meant marriage and having children, they had been honest with Colt. He had been stunned. It was obvious that he had never given any thought to being a husband or a father. They had taken him by surprise. To give him time to think about children and their future together, they had suggested that they spend time apart and possibly see other people.
At first Clarissa and Bliss had no intention of going out with other men. The very idea of it had been rather repulsive. Not that there wasn’t a fine selection of men in and around Silver, because there certainly was. And many of them would have made fine husbands and fathers. She and Bliss, however, wanted Colt as their husband and the father to their children. If it couldn’t be, they would be heartbroken, but they would always know they had given themselves every opportunity available for their relationship to work out. Being without him had been a miserable experience. Hopefully it was over now. The dating thing, while fun, hadn’t really gotten them the results they had wanted. Not that they were trying to emotionally blackmail the man. They had simply tried to give everyone involved some space to think, to breathe, and to take a step back to see what all three of them really wanted for their future.
She only hoped bringing Gilly into the mix was the right thing to do. The man was both sweet and fiery. He was exactly the kind of man they needed. Colt had never made a secret of his bisexuality and he had brought several bisexual men to their bed over the years. They knew the kind of man who attracted Colt. When they had met the fiery, handsome chef they both had the same thought at the same time. He would be perfect for Colt, for them.
Getting out of the shower they dried quickly. Clarissa’s pulse was beginning to race as she anticipated making love with their man. If all went well they would be doing so for a lifetime. She wondered if Colt would be able to convince Gilly to join them. Or would he even want to?
“Do you think we did the right thing by bringing Gilly into this?” Clarissa asked, voicing her concern. “Colt’s bi. How we could have asked him to give up half of himself to marry us was completely thoughtless and selfish.”
Bliss nodded, her eyes sad as they met Clarissa’s in the mirror. “I know. We should have thought about that before. He’s never brought in a permanent male lover. Yet, I think Gilly is perfect. I say we wait and see. We’ve put out the bait. We’ll see if Colt takes it.”
After straightening the bathroom, they hurried out to the bedroom. The huge, carved Victorian bed, with its high posts, dominated what was a very large room. There were two matching chest of drawers, two armoires, and two dressing tables, one of Colt’s ancestors having had two brides to share the room. There were various other pieces in the room which they shared between them. Since he began living in the house as an adult he had modernized and expanded the master suite. Not only was there now a luxurious bathroom there were two spacious walk-in closets.
Clarissa looked at the square boxes on the table and wondered if Colt would be putting their collars on them once more. Her neck had felt so vulnerable, so bare, without it. It had made her heartsick to be without it and knew Bliss felt the same.
“Do you think he’ll put them back on us tonight?”
“I don’t know. I hope so. But we haven’t talked yet. We’re here because we played a joke on him and he’s willing to play. Yes, it was a way to tell him we wanted to start over and he’s here. Will he want to take it further?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”
Bliss sniffled beside her. “I think we were asking too much of him. Colt’s the consummate bachelor. He was our Dom. He never asked anything more of us and he never led us to believe he wanted more. Maybe we are expecting too much.”
“Colt didn’t say he didn’t want more with us. I know he’s thinking about it.”
“How do you know?” Another sniffle.
Clarissa reached out to hug the other woman. “Because I know he would have told us months ago to forget about making any plans for a future with him. You know how honest and honorable Colt is. He would never string us along.”
Bliss nodded, finally drying up and smiling. It was a weak one, but it was a good sign. “He should be up here soon. We better finish getting ready.” The smile broadened and a sparkle entered her eyes. “I don’t want to waste a minute.”
“Me either.”
They went to the bed to move pillows and fold back the covers. Then they were crawling up on it and arranging themselves in the center.
“Do I look sexy?”
Clarissa’s gaze brushed over Bliss’s soft, beautiful body. Like hers, the curves were softening, filling out. They weren’t young chicks any longer, but women moving into their prime.
“Yes,” she said, leaning over to press a soft kiss to pink lips. “You look very sexy.”
“You do, too.” Bliss’s lips brushed hers as she spoke. Their eyes were locked as a slender hand slid between her legs, cupping her smooth pussy. “You’re wet.”
A laugh slipped from between her lips. “Between you and Colt, I have no chance. I want both of you. I love both of you.”
When Bliss began stroking her clit Clarissa was lost. It was no surprise when they quickly became a tangle of silken limbs and soft curves, kissing and stroking one another until they were so hot and bothered neither of them heard Colt enter the room.
They broke apart, flushing with more guilt than passion as he stood at the end of the bed looking at them with more than a little amusement. As he began to shrug out of his suit coat Clarissa left the bed to take it and hang it in the armoire. When she returned to help him undress he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close.
Colt was a foot taller than the both of them. Tipping her head back, she looked into his stunning dark eyes. “I can undress myself,” he told her, bending so he could kiss her on the mouth. Clarissa moaned, her lashes sweeping down as his
tongue slid against the crease of her lips, demanding entrance. She opened for him as she clutched at his broad shoulders. Her pebble-hard nipples pressed against his hard body, rubbing against his shirt.
He smelled sexy. Inhaling his scent always made her melt from the inside out. It was never clouded by the scents of colognes. It was just him, just Colt. She inhaled again, deeply, moaning as her body melted willingly in the circle of his powerful arms.
When he finally released her, Clarissa was as limp as a noodle. She would have collapsed at his feet had he let her go completely, but a hand remained on her arm. “If we could bottle your scent,” she told him in a whispery voice, “we’d make millions.” She blinked up at him as she tried to regain her senses.
Colt grinned. “Is that so?”
“Yes, you always smell wonderful,” Bliss agreed in an equally breathless voice. “Sometimes I just like to breathe you in.”
“Such a lovely thing to say. I will take special care of my beauties tonight.” He released Clarissa and she climbed back up on the bed to watch with Bliss as he undressed. “I managed to convince your chef that there was no need to call the cops and that we needed for him to stay to prepare our supper as planned. He also ruined my great-grandmother’s serving tray.” Dark eyes slid in their direction. Clarissa blushed and squirmed. His shirt and tie were off now. “Quite irreplaceable. I suggested he use the basic stainless utensils from now on when defending either of you.”
“But he’s staying.”
“Yes, he’s staying. Supper will be in three hours.”
Colt chuckled, looking at each of them closely but giving away nothing of what he was thinking or feeling. Unless they looked below his waist. There were no secrets there. His cock, long and thick, was quite telling. They would have to wait to learn what he thought about Gilly. Which was just fine. They had a lot of lost time to make up for and what she had received on the dining room table wasn’t nearly enough. Her pussy throbbed as she remembered the pleasure he had given her.
Running her tongue over her lower lip, Clarissa waited. Her skin was growing hot and tight. Her heart was beginning to pound, sending her blood rushing through her veins as she stared at the magnificent flesh. Once he was undressed Colt went to a cabinet and took out a bottle of lotion. He returned to the bed and motioned to them as he had done hundreds of times before.
Though the cooling bath had taken much of the heat out of their skin neither she nor Bliss protested as he caressed the lotion over the reddened flesh. Clarissa moaned as his large hand moved over the rounded curves of her ass. Her eyes were closed and her cheek was resting on her folded arms as she luxuriated in his tender ministrations.
She was very relaxed by the time he finished with her, her body tingling pleasantly, and moved on to Bliss. A smile tugged at her mouth as the horny woman beside her began moaning rather loudly. There was no mistaking what Bliss wanted and she tried to guess just how Colt would satisfy her. Whatever he did would leave her, well, blissful, Clarissa thought with a smile.
Finding the energy to turn her head Clarissa watched as Colt crawled over Bliss, spreading kisses from the dimples above her buttocks, along her spine, until he was at her nape. Auburn hair was pushed aside as strong teeth bit the tender curve between her neck and shoulder. Clarissa trembled, easily recalling how that mouth felt when it was performing its magic on her own body. Clarissa watched with a grin as Colt pulled Bliss up onto her knees and shoved his cock into her pussy.
“Omigod!” Bliss screamed as the slick channel was stretched and filled. Her fingers curled into the sheets as he began pounding away at her. It was a good way to begin making up for what they had missed these past months.
Hard and fast fucking was the best. There would be plenty of time for slow and sweet, something else their man was very good at. Though he was their Dom, and could be very tough when it was called for, he could be equally tender and gentle.
Admiring Colt as their lover sated his own lust on Bliss’s willing body, she took in his physical beauty. It had been too long for them. She couldn’t remember a time when they had gone more than a couple of days without expressing their feelings for one another in a passionate manner. It was exciting to watch the two of them together. She never felt left out or as if she was unwanted in the room. Nor would Bliss feel it when their positions were reversed.
It was so obvious how they felt about one another. Why hadn’t they ever said the words?
Clarissa caught her breath when a slender hand grasped hers and pulled. She smiled and moved closer to the pair. Soon the upper half of her body was pressed under the other woman’s as they kissed passionately. Their breasts were mashed together, raw nipples rubbing over satin skin. She moaned into Bliss’s mouth as a large hand grasped her thigh, pushing it aside. In the next moment strong fingers were delving deep into her cream-drenched pussy, curling to find just the right spot.
She nearly shot off the bed when Colt’s skillful fingers found her G-spot. She screamed into the soft mouth molded to hers as her body arched and quaked, her muscles tightening so much it was quite painful. But that’s how it always was. There were no soft little gray areas. Colt’s touch was the catalyst which sent them into a fiery, star-shattering oblivion of pleasure.
Bliss followed her a moment later, collapsing on top of her as her body succumbed to a power too great to withstand. Not that either of them wanted to do so. Achieving maximum pleasure was their goal. Colt was the source of all things they desired. He knew exactly what their needs were at any given time and provided the soul-shattering satisfaction they craved.
Once she had recovered, Clarissa curled up against the man who had placed himself between them on the bed. His heart beat steadily beneath her ear. His strong arm curled around her, his long-fingered hand resting on her hip.
“When did you go vanilla?” Clarissa teased, rubbing the tips of her fingers along the dark strip of hair below his navel.
The arm tightened as Colt chuckled. “I guess I’m getting old.”
Somewhere in the pile Bliss giggled. “Bullshit.”
Clarissa had to agree. “What she said.”
“The two of you have worn me out.”
The tip of her finger dipped into his navel, teased it for a moment before journeying up over abs any twenty-five-year-old would be jealous of. Oh, yeah, the guy was still hot even as he hovered at the forty-year mark. She stroked, loving the feel of the crisp black hair which lightly covered his chest in a wedge, before finding his nipple and teasing it.
“Maybe you can just be our little snuggly-wuggly bear from now on,” Bliss suggested, the ever-present giggle following it. There was a sharp crack of a hand on soft flesh as the bed jerked slightly with the movement. “Ow!”
It was Clarissa’s turn to laugh. “You deserved that. Snuggly-wuggly bear? Ah, he’s nothing less than our black panther, all beautiful and dangerous.”
“He could be a big, muscly dragon with dark blue scales and big, wicked teeth and claws.”
“With a long whip at the end of his tail.”
“You two certainly have imaginations.” Colt laughed, pulling them close. “What are we going to do? You obviously want more than this.”
Reality often tended to be a mood-killer. This was one of those moments. “Is marrying us so unappealing?” she asked, her heart in her throat as she tipped her head back to look into his handsome face.
“No. Quite the opposite, in fact. It would be an honor to call you my wives.”
“Then you don’t want to be a father.” Bliss sounded as if she was about to cry again. She looked it, too. Clarissa reached out to stroke her shoulder.
Colt groaned, something he rarely did. Not in a situation like this. She suspected he was feeling more than a little frustrated. “I don’t know anything about children. I have no clue what kind of father I would be.”
“We think you would be a very good father. Besides, nobody knows until they have them.”
“You can’t really sa
y if you would be any good at it or not. Not until they’re all grown up.”
“They are messy and noisy.”
This got a laugh out of both of them. “They can be.”
“They will touch things.”
“We’ll baby-proof the house.”
Bliss giggled. “We’ll have plastic covers made for all the furniture. Ow! What was that for?”
“For being a brat. I am definitely experiencing heart palpitations and you and your co-conspirator here are trying to finish me off. What if I’m too old to have kids? They will get on my nerves.”
“Oh, you are really digging deep for excuses now. You have the patience of Job. I can’t see one or two babies even frazzling one of your nerves.” Clarissa squirmed until she was face to face with him. “Colt, it will be good. There is no other man for us. We looked around. We dated a few times. But they just weren’t what we were looking for. We already had the perfect man and we knew it.”
“Now it’s time for you to tell us how perfect we are,” said the imp on the other side of their lover.
Clarissa grinned as she saw the corner of Colt’s mouth twitch. The man was giving in. She could tell. Then his expression became more serious. “I did want to speak with you.” He sat up and Bliss moved so he could get out of bed. They exchanged a glance, beginning to worry again. “I finally figured out why I was holding back. That is, beyond the matter of having children. I’m bi. I can’t ignore that part of who I am. If I married you, that would only be satisfying one part. What happens when I begin resenting not being able to be my complete self?”
“That’s why we invited Gilly here,” Clarissa told him eagerly, feeling a mixture of hope and uncertainty. He wasn’t saying no. That was a good sign. Despite the fact that Colt had not been able to decide what to do about marriage and children, the man was a decision-maker. If he didn’t have some interest in Gilly, he would have immediately said no. “You’re not the only one who didn’t think of it right away. We couldn’t ask you to not be yourself. But we would rather you didn’t go looking for a male partner when you need to satisfy yourself.”
