“Take your clothes off,” he ordered in a husky voice laced with emotion. Warmth bloomed in between her thighs and her heart quickened. She pulled her shirt off over her head and tossed it to the ground, both men watching her intently. Feeling relaxed and desirable and a little bit tipsy, she decided to play this out for them. All those old fears she’d had about being naked…tonight they needed to be gone. Gone for good.
This new Rachel loved her body.
She slowly unzipped her shorts and pushed them over her hips and down her legs, leaving only her new favorite green silk Soma bra and panties.
“I was about to ask if you were sure you wanted this,” Adam rasped. “Guess I don’t have to worry about that.”
She smiled wickedly, walked up to Adam and put her hands on the bottom of his T-shirt and started lifting. “Your turn.”
Adam laughed, scooped her up in his arms, walked over and tossed her onto the bed. “No, you’re not in charge here.”
Rachel caught her breath, nervous and excited at the same time. This had to be the boldest thing she’d ever done. Determined to take the plunge into her new life and grasp what she wanted, no regrets, she lay quietly on the bed where Adam had deposited her, anticipation humming throughout her body.
Trevor and Adam both started to strip, peeling off T-shirts to reveal rock-hard abs. She feasted on this, watching them both as they unzipped their jeans, took off their boots and then finally stood naked with beautiful jutting cocks. It took her breath away.
Adam glanced at Trevor. “Her underwear is hot, but it’s got to go.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Then their hands were on her, Adam tugging off her panties, Trevor unfastening her bra and slipping it free. She allowed it, lifting her limbs, rolling her hips, making it easier for them, loving every minute of this fantasy where two gorgeous men were stripping her bare. Now she was naked, with all the lights on, in front of both of them. She started to tense, old phobias resurfacing, but when all she saw reflected in their eyes was admiration and desire, she relaxed again. She was determined to be the new, more confident person she imagined herself to be, to make use of this efficient body she’d crafted for herself.
“Spread your legs,” Adam commanded. Wetness pooled between her thighs. God, she loved it when he talked like that. Her brain and body instantly clicked awake at his words. Rachel opened herself up for him.
Adam stood over her, working his magnificent cock with his hand. Her eyes widened. She’d never in her life watched a man touch himself. Hot didn’t even begin to describe it. She watched with her breath stuck in her throat as he cupped his balls, then moved one hand up and down his shaft while the other tightened under the curved tip that glistened with precome. Beautiful. She couldn’t turn her eyes away, couldn’t stop watching this primal display.
“Are you wet?” Adam stared down at her. “Open for me, touch yourself. I want to see it,” he commanded.
Her throat dried. She’d never done anything like this before. At least not with an audience. Yeah, he’d caught her masturbating before, but that had been an accident.
“Adam?” her voice quavered.
“Do it,” he rasped, his hand roughly circling his penis, just under the head. “I want to watch you.”
Rachel bit at her lip and her breath quickened, but she opened her legs wide, determined to play this out. She reached down and dipped her fingers into the entrance of her vagina, surprised at how wet she really was. She moved her juices around, making sure she was wet everywhere. She spread her legs farther apart giving both men a full view. She rubbed against her clit. Adam groaned as his hand made a slapping noise as he roughly stroked his penis. She let her fingers linger, brushing her sensitive nub, opening her folds with her other hand so he could see exactly what she was doing.
“I have to taste you, and it’s time for you to taste Trevor.” Adam let go of his cock. She gasped with surprise as he tugged her hips down until he’d positioned her to his liking. He went down on his knees, his head between her legs. He latched his mouth on her clit and sucked hard. Her hips bucked off the bed.
The bed dipped as Trevor joined them. His finger grazed her cheek. “Open your mouth, honey, time to take my cock into those lovely lips.” He fisted his erection and guided it toward her mouth.
She opened her lips and taste exploded on her tongue. Salty, musky all-male taste that she knew was uniquely Trevor’s. So hard, so hot. She closed her eyes as he worked his cock into her mouth with shallow strokes. “Take it all,” he grated between clenched teeth. She widened her lips, doing her best to follow his command. She knew he was eagerly watching his cock thrust in and out between her lips, and she reveled in her new role as a seductress, a woman who could take this man hard, make him come.
Her whole body was on fire. This was ten times better than she’d imagined. Twenty times better.
Adam continued to suck on her clit, patient, hitting all of the right spots. Trevor cupped her jaw as he fed her his cock, deeper and harder.
She dug her fingers into the sheets, white knuckled with tension. Her orgasm was building. She was unbelievably turned on, with Adam’s dark head between her thighs and Trevor’s cock pushing into her mouth, jutting to the back of her throat. Trevor held her breast, pinching her nipple. That was all it took. She pulled back, letting go of his cock, and screamed as the orgasm swept through her, causing her body to jerk off the bed.
Adam ran his hands across her stomach and up to cup her breasts, his palms warm and sensual. “Are ready to take both of us, Rachel?” he asked, eyes fierce with arousal.
Rachel nodded, wiped out, trying to get her brain working again, but ready for what was next. “What should I do?” she whispered.
“Follow my lead.”
Adam spoke in low tones to Trevor, and then both men guided her up, hands on her arms, supporting her by cupping her elbows. Adam lay underneath her on the bed, his erection enormous and hard as rock. Both of them were hard and ready. Something swooped inside her stomach. Adam was so beautiful, with those roped muscles and bronzed skin. And the way he was watching her, his eyes dark with passion, watching every move she made. And he was all hers, this was all for her. But this was for him too. She was giving this to him. This was his fantasy, where he directed how she’d be fucked by another man, and she was playing it out with him. She gloried in the power she felt rushing through her.
He handed her a condom. “Put it on me, I want to watch you.” She opened it and unrolled the condom onto his erection, loving the feel of his hard shaft between her fingers. The soft skin of a cock in a girl’s hand, covering the hardness underneath—it just never got old, did it?
“Fuck me,” Adam said. “I want my cock in your pussy.” By now, almost panting with desire, she locked her gaze with Adam’s as she guided his enormous erection to her opening and impaled herself, breath whooshing out of her lungs as he slid in with one smooth motion. Adam shuddered beneath her, one hand griping her hip the other cupping her neck, pulling her close and slanting his mouth over hers. He thrust his tongue between her lips, possessing her, filling her up with his need.
“Fuck her now,” Adam ordered.
Trevor was behind her, his erection pressing against her ass. She tried to relax, concentrating on Adam’s lips. Trevor put his hand on her back, pushing her down against Adam’s chest. Trevor was going to take her from behind? In her ass? She swallowed, worried that it was going to hurt like hell. She’d known it was going to happen, but now that it was really happening, she wasn’t so sure. She heard Trevor tear open a condom too, then he smeared lubricant over the seam of her ass.
“Get ready, honey, try to relax. I’m not going to lie, it’s going to hurt at first, but it’s worth it, and we’ll make sure that goes away quick. Then you’re going to love it.”
She nodded, feeling reassured with Adam’s arms around her, knowing they’d stop i
f she asked.
Trevor pushed into her ass. Oh damn. She gasped against Adam’s mouth, whimpering. Trevor hadn’t lied, it hurt like hell, fire burning from behind. Maybe she couldn’t do this, maybe she’d been wrong.
“Relax, Rachel,” Trevor soothed as he continued to surge forward. She nodded and tried to relax, letting the penetration happen, inch by inch, but it was difficult considering a blazing poker was being shoved up her ass. Adam began to worship her breasts, nibbling, pinching on her nipples. “Focus on this, on me,” he told her. It worked. Trevor slid up that last inch and she hardly noticed.
After Trevor was fully seated Adam pushed her torso up and back. Now she was resting back against Trevor’s chest, spread, exposed before Adam, with him thrusting underneath and Trevor from behind. A moan escaped from her lips. Trevor’s hands reached around and cupped both of her breasts and simultaneously pinched her nipples. Adam put a finger against her clit as he pounded inside of her. She was filled everywhere, touched everywhere that mattered. The pain subsided, and in its wake came a wave of pleasure so acute she had to bite her lip from screaming out loud with pleasure.
“Move, baby, slowly,” Adam gritted out. “Take us.”
She ran her hands across Adam’s muscled abdomen and tried to move, but she found it difficult. Trevor withdrew almost all the way out, then rammed back in. She cried out as exquisite sensation blasted through her. Adam’s hips jerked up.
“We’ll do the work,” Adam said. One of Trevor’s hands moved to her hip. The two of them set the pace, working in unison, powerful thrusts blowing her mind.
“I want to feel you come, squeeze me so tight,” Adam said.
Trevor bucked against her, seeming close to release. Adam shuddered underneath. She ground wildly between them, unable to stay still, reaching, so close… The men exploded, their hips jerking. She screamed as the orgasm crashed through, pussy clenching, her stomach tightening.
Adam watched her face, felt her melt around him as she came. He wrapped his arms around her as she fell against him and caught her breath. Finally, finally, he’d had what he wanted. With Rachel. She’d given this moment to him, let him experience his fantasy, and he knew there would be more of this in their future. And the best part? It was her fantasy too. She’d been invested, involved, not faking a moment of this just to please him. It wasn’t an act.
She’d kept her eyes riveted on him the whole time. Rachel knew who her master was.
Damn, he could love this woman.
Fear reached inside his chest and clawed at his heart.
Love, the four-letter word he’d vowed to forget, confronted him in that moment, challenging him to try again. He buried his lips in Rachel’s neck, breathing in her scent, contentment flooding his system, and wondered if he could trust this woman. Life had battered him, left him broken and suspicious. Could he open his heart? Take down the barriers of betrayal he’d felt before and let her in? He took a deep breath, tightened his arms around Rachel. He’d seen the look in her eyes as she’d come. She loved him. Dammit. Could he give that back to her in return?
He wasn’t sure.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Two months later
“Rachel.” The single word vibrated throughout the house, sending anxiety straight up Rachel’s spine. “Where are you? I know you’re inside,” a man yelled from the first floor. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs.
Christian.
Rachel groaned. The window of her second-story bedroom, glowing with early morning light, suddenly looked like an appropriate escape route.
“Rachel?” Christian clipped. He stood in the doorway to the room she shared with Adam. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Rachel glanced furtively at the pregnancy test she’d placed on the counter next to the sink. She stepped out of the master bath and shut the door behind her, throwing a sharp glance at the clock on the wall. I don’t have time for this! Three minutes and the test would be ready. How was she going to get him the hell out of her room?
“Rachel? Are you listening?”
“Hmm? Yes. Yes, I’m listening.” Nervous, jittery and about to have a freaking heart attack over the fact that she might be pregnant. Pregnant. The last thing she needed this morning was another lecture from Christian on energy conservation. Jeez. He seemed to get annoyed at her all the time lately, over the tiniest things.
“Did you turn on the generator last night?”
Rachel tensed, her whole body going stiff. Here we go again. What was this, an episode of Law and Order? She opened her mouth and snapped it closed, internally pleading the fifth and choosing not to answer.
“I checked the gas level in the generator from last night against this morning and it’s decreased, substantially,” he said.
“So what does that have to do with me?”
“How did that happen overnight? When everything was supposedly turned off?”
She threw her hands up. “How would I know?”
“You know, because you were the last person to turn it on.”
“I was?” She glanced at the clock, then back at him. “Wait. You actually check it? Monitor it?” Not that this should surprise her. After all, he’d timed her showers, why wouldn’t he check this too?
Lines creased his forehead. “Of course I do. Someone has to know how much gas we have. But lately, I can’t figure out how we’re ending up with less gas than I’d rationed.”
“Oh.” Her mind drifted, she looked away, unable to concentrate on what he was saying. They’d all been living together in peace these last two months. Adam continued to invite Trevor into their bed occasionally for explosive bouts of passionate, mind- blowing sex. But a week ago, she’d tried to button her pants and realized they were tight around the waist. She knew, for once, the cause wasn’t overeating. Plus, she’d thrown up twice this week, and she hadn’t had a period since before she met Adam. The signs were all there. Despite the deep denial she’d been living in, even she could not avoid something so obvious. So yesterday, she’d snuck a pregnancy test into her backpack from the pharmacy she and the men had been scouting while scavenging for supplies. She needed to find out first, by herself, then figure out what to do. What if she were pregnant? The nervousness churned in her stomach. In a world without doctors. Having a baby in this new life meant no prenatal care. No baby showers. No Mom. No friends. No epidurals. No pediatricians. Having a baby now wouldn’t be the same as it was a few months ago when there were doctors. There was nothing left…
She glanced up. Christian stared at her impatiently.
“Maybe it was Adam or Trevor,” she offered.
“No.”
She blew out a breath. “Okay, it’s me. Is that what you wanted to hear? I did it, I turned it on.” She held out both of her wrists. “Go ahead, handcuff me, drag me off to jail.”
His shoulders slumped, and he responded in a quiet, serious tone. “Why? Why would you do something like that?”
“God, you make it sound like I broke into a blood bank or something. I just turned on the air conditioner. It’s not a big deal.”
He stepped closer, clenching his fists. “Yes, it is. It is a big deal. How many hours was the generator left running? You’re not the one who has to go get more fuel.”
He started lecturing, and she checked out. She plopped onto the edge of the bed and glanced at the bathroom door, then the clock again. The pregnancy test was ready. If only he’d stop nagging at her and go back outside, she could check the test in the privacy of her room. Alone.
“Rachel?” Christian snapped. “Are you listening to me?”
She’d heard all this before. “Yes.” She sighed. “I’m listening.”
“I’m saying that all three of us think it’s wrong to have the air on at night. The other two probably aren’t as firm about it as I am, but they feel the same way. Trevor and I don’t run the air
at night in the bus or at the apartment to conserve energy.”
“What?” They weren’t? Adam knew she was sneaking off, sweaty and desperate, to start up the generator and turn on the air at night. They never talked about it, but he always pulled her in close after she returned, the rumble of the air conditioner finally allowing them both to fall asleep during the hottest part of the night. Summer in the valley was kicking her ass. She hated it.
She opened her mouth to throw back a retort, but the door banged open and Adam suddenly marched into the bedroom—Trevor right behind him. “Don’t get up. I forgot something,” Adam announced with a hand up.
Oh no. No. No. No! Adam couldn’t be here too. Not now. This could not be happening. What was this? A convention? Why were they all here at once? There were never here at this time in the morning. She usually always had the main house to herself right now.
She had really wanted to find out by herself. Have a moment to collect her thoughts before telling Adam. Because she was scared. Scared out of her mind at the thought of bringing a child into this empty world. This was why they used condoms. Trevor and Adam had agreed that now wasn’t the time to risk pregnancy. Not when their life consisted of Adam’s daily checks for radiation levels, his constant radio broadcasts to find more survivors and their worries about what those people could be like. They were still finding clues that they were being watched. What if the survivors they found were more Mad Max than United Nations?
This wasn’t her old life, full of first-world problems and highly trained doctors. She’d always dreamed of having kids, of starting a family. Living on a planet without children would be heartbreaking. So she should be thrilled to be pregnant. Except the four of them might have created a bubble of normalcy here at the farm, but the rest of the world remained deadly and uncertain. And she was terrified to bring a baby into this existence where she couldn’t guarantee its safety.
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