by Sophie Oak
Nights in Bliss, Colorado
Up All Night in Bliss
Having twin newborns is a dream come true for Nate Wright, Callie Sheppard, and Zane Hollister. Having two babies who don’t sleep at night is a nightmare for their love life. They all love Charlie and Zander, but they’re missing something. Callie feels unsexy and more like a mom than a wife. Nate and Zane love their wife, but they’re not sure how to reach her.
Her marriage out of control, Callie worries she might lose them. But her husbands have a plan to change all of that. It involves spending some time in the Talbot guesthouse.
Deep in the night in Bliss, this threesome will get their groove back.
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Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 14,630 words
UP ALL NIGHT IN BLISS
Nights in Bliss, Colorado
Revised & Expanded
Sophie Oak
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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UP ALL NIGHT IN BLISS
Copyright © 2013 by Sophie Oak
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First edition: 2012
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DEDICATION
This one’s for the moms…
AUTHOR’S NOTE
This story takes place between Pure Bliss and Chasing Bliss.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Author's Note
Up All Night in Bliss
About the Author
UP ALL NIGHT IN BLISS
Nights in Bliss, Colorado
SOPHIE OAK
Copyright © 2013
Callie started to drift off, the sweet silence of the afternoon overtaking her desire to get up and do something. Anything. It didn’t matter. She was so tired she could feel her very bones yawning. The night before had been a little brutal. The twins had their days and nights mixed up. Charlie and Zander liked to play and eat at the absolute worst times.
She lay back on her bed, the one she shared with her husbands, though lately there was usually only one of them trying futilely to sleep. They tended to take turns now, and not in the good way they used to share. There had been no sharing except for the parenting duties.
Weariness seeped over her now that there were no sweet baby noises to keep her awake. She would just close her eyes. Just for a minute.
The sound of a lawn mower drifted into her room.
Zane was outside mowing the lawn and making sure the cabin was ready for the coming winter. Even with her eyes closed, she could envision him. Zane was six and a half feet of pure sin. With pitch-black hair and emerald green eyes, her husband was a gorgeous piece of man meat. He wouldn’t have his shirt on. No. He didn’t wear a shirt when he was out working on the lawn or splitting logs for their winter fires. He tossed them aside and showed off his amazing six-pack.
And Nate. Nate was at work, but she couldn’t forget about him. Nate was all-American gorgeous with brown hair and blue eyes. He was the protector, the man who stood in front of all the bad stuff and stopped it. Nate was the town sheriff and, though she’d never liked khaki as a color before, it looked damn fine on Nate Wright.
She sighed, deep and long, as a cool afternoon breeze blew in. Quiet began to take over the house, bringing a lazy contentment to Callie.
And the twins were finally sleeping at the same time. She was all alone, and there was nothing to do except give in.
It was the perfect time to just get a little tiny bit of shut-eye. Especially since the babies would almost certainly be awake all night long.
She let her eyes drift closed and fell into her best dream.
Nate smiled down at her, his perfectly cut chest on display. He was a damn Greek god, and he was smiling down at her like she was a cup of ambrosia. “You look so good, baby.”
She felt good. With Nate’s eyes on her, she felt sexy and pretty. She didn’t need clothes when she was with her men.
She was kneeling on their bed, her breasts thrust up and waiting for his touch. Nate’s hands gripped her hips, smoothing along her flesh until he made it to her breasts.
“So fucking pretty. Your nipples are already perky. Is that for me, darlin’?” He slid his fingers over her nipples, and sure enough, they tightened right up.
She groaned a little when she felt Zane come in behind her.
“I love this ass.” Zane cupped her cheeks, his mouth moving to the nape of her neck and kissing her there.
She needed this. She needed them.
Nate leaned over and sucked a perky
nipple into his mouth. Callie felt her whole world tilt. She had a baby at her breast almost constantly, but in her dreams those breasts were still firm and pert, ready for the attention of her husbands. Nate sucked her nipples, one after another, his tongue lavishing affection while he twisted the other between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched at her, making her writhe. He sucked hard, the sensation in her nipples going straight to her pussy. She was getting wet and soft and ready for some hard cock play.
She sighed as she felt Zane crawl on the bed behind her.
His hands cupped her hips, and she felt the hard line of his massive erection nestle between the cheeks of her ass. He loved to fuck her ass. He would groan a little and spread her cheeks before dribbling lube there and lining up his cock to thrust home.
She wanted it so badly. How long had it been since she’d had them both? One in her pussy. One in her ass. Her men. Her home.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. Do you know what I want to do to this ass?” Zane whispered in her ear, his tongue licking along the shell, making her skin light up.
“And I want to fuck my sweet pussy.” Nate ran a hand along the folds of her pussy, sliding into her juices. She was so wet. Her pussy was weeping in anticipation of what they could do to her. How long had it been since she felt a cock ramming home, hitting her sweet spot, sending her crying over the edge into sweet oblivion?
Hands reached out and cupped her breasts. Yes. This was what she’d needed. She needed their hands on her. On her breasts and her hips, cupping her neck as they kissed her. It felt like forever since they had treated her like a sweet little sex toy to pass between them. They would fuck her over and over, changing places and positions every so often. One would suck her nipples while the other ate at her pussy. She would get to her knees and suck their hard cocks in turn, both of her beautiful men holding themselves at the ready for the attentions of her tongue and mouth. She would suck them dry, licking in long passes and then suckling their cockheads to taste the savory sweetness of their pre-cum. She would suck them until they came, coating her throat in their essence.
Nate leaned over and kissed her, his tongue surging in. She opened herself and let her tongue slide against his, dancing a waltz only the two of them could enjoy.
“You’re so beautiful.” Even while she kissed Nate, Zane was there. She was always surrounded by their love.
Blessed. She was blessed with this amazing love from these amazing men, and she was enough for them. She was their woman. She was all they needed. Callie let her hands roam over gloriously hard masculine flesh. There was nothing in the world but these men and this moment.
“Baby, are you awake?”
She kissed Nate with all she was worth while she reached back to Zane. Of course she was awake. She was never more awake than when she was with her men.
“Callie? Honey? You need to wake up.” Zane wasn’t saying the things he should say. He should be saying things like, “I want you so bad” and “I can’t stop.” He wasn’t supposed to want her to wake up. He was supposed to sink into the dream with her.
Callie tried to hold on to her precious vision, snuggling down in the sheets and reaching for her men.
Zane’s voice was insistent. “Baby? Charlie’s hungry. I’m so sorry, babe. We’re out of milk. You haven’t pumped in a while. I know we have an emergency supply, but I didn’t know if this was an emergency or not.”
Callie stirred on the bed, her eyes opening. She was in the bed, all right, but she wasn’t surrounded by her men. She was just Callie with her heavy breasts and her too-big belly. Someone was reaching for her, but he didn’t want her hot body. He wanted lunch.
Zane stared down at her, a baby in his arms. Charlie wriggled and pulled at his father’s shirt, trying desperately to tug something into his mouth. When he was hungry, he would try to nurse anything. Once when they were at Max and Rye’s house, Callie caught him sucking their dog Quigley’s tail in an attempt to gain sustenance.
“Are you okay, babe?” Zane asked, concern in his green eyes. “I could unfreeze the milk.”
The midday light struck her eyes, and she wiped a hand across them, weariness invading her veins. It had only been a dream. She should have known. It was definitely time to wake up. “I’m fine.”
She wasn’t. She was way too fat, and she didn’t sleep anymore. She fed her babies and rocked them and held them and loved them. She adored her babies, but she hadn’t felt like a woman in months. She still didn’t feel like it. She sat up in bed. The big bed where they used to make love to her seemed now like just a way station between picking up the babies.
She looked down at her T-shirt. It had two beer steins facing a sweetly curved glass of red wine with the Trio logo above it. She’d loved that logo because it seemed to stand for her and Nate and Zane. Trio was their business. Zane’s bar was where all the women in Bliss went for a drink and to pick up a hottie—or two. It used to cling to her every curve, but now it emphasized the rolls pregnancy had left behind. And it had a couple of stains on it she didn’t like to think about how she’d gotten. Her babies liked to spit up.
Zane had hired a new waitress. Lucy. Lucy was younger. Who was she kidding? Lucy was all of twenty-three. She had a nicely curved body. She fit into the T-shirts like they’d been made for her. Did Zane ever look at Lucy and wonder why he’d settled for Callie?
Those questions wouldn’t feed her baby. She sighed and pulled her shirt up, letting down the cup of her nursing bra. They weren’t sexy anymore. She was just a mom, and her husbands didn’t seem to look at her as anything else now. Over the last few months, they had settled into a polite partnership as they got used to being parents. “All right. Pass me the pillow, please.”
She took Charlie in her arms. He was such a sweet little boy. She loved him and his brother so much. She couldn’t look at them and not feel a surge of emotion. His fat little legs kicked out and his fists pumped, and he started to nuzzle her. He knew just what he wanted. He latched on before Zane had placed the circular half pillow under her arms.
Zane gave her a little smile, his eyes on the place where she fed their baby. “I’m always in awe that you can do that.”
Yes, her breasts performed their intended function. They produced lots of milk, and they hadn’t had a non-baby hand on them since before the twins had been born. She watched her son nurse and wondered just how long she could hold on to his dads. She’d never been a thin thing, but childbirth had played a number on her body. Nate and Zane were gorgeous. She wasn’t. How long would they stay with her out of loyalty?
“Yep, I’m a great milk producer. Why don’t you go and check on Zander?” She hated that he watched her nurse. It just reinforced the idea that she was just a mom.
He stared at her for a second, his gorgeous face frowning down. She thought for a moment that he was going to protest, but he simply took a step back. “All right.”
He walked out of the room, and she breathed a sad sigh of relief. She ran a gentle hand across Charlie’s head, soothing him.
It had been eight weeks since the twins had been born. It had been twelve since they had touched her in a sexual way.
Would they ever touch her again? Probably, but would it only be out of obligation? She cupped her baby’s soft head. Charlie was a sweetie. Those blue eyes kicked her in the gut every time he opened them and looked up at her. This was her baby. Hers and Nate’s and Zane’s. He and his brother were the outer expression of their inner love, but she was worried that they had changed her so damn much that she wasn’t the same woman Nate and Zane had married.
She was different. She felt it deep in her soul, and she definitely saw it in the mirror.
She just had to figure out how to keep her husbands because she couldn’t imagine living without them.
* * * *
Zane looked down at Zander and felt what he always felt when he looked at one of his kids. Some place deep inside of him that had always been tight loosened and a well of peace surged.
He was a dad. He’d never thought he would be a dad. His own father had cut out when Zane was ten, but he was rapidly discovering that the whole dad thing was way more about emotion than it was about experience. He loved his babies. He would do what it took.
Zander was so peaceful. A tiny little human sleeping in a bed Zane had built, his little mouth moving as though he was nursing in his sleep. His little hands were at his sides and he wore a onesie with horses on it, his tiny feet still in blue socks. That wouldn’t last long. Zander tended to kick off his socks. His kid. Callie had given him this, given them all a family.
And now she seemed to be pulling away from him. Not a damn thing in life mattered if Callie pulled away. Zane felt his heart clench. He reached down and put a hand over his son’s belly. He loved the connection. “What am I going to do about your momma, baby boy?”
Zander slept on. The troubles of the adult world couldn’t touch him, and Zane was happy about that. He would do anything to protect his babies from that moment when they realized they weren’t the absolute, one hundred percent, most important thing in the world. He’d always known, it seemed, but he was determined his kids had those glorious years of childhood when they were the center of the universe.
Callie was the real center of the universe. Zane had figured that out a long time ago. But she didn’t seem to know it.
She hadn’t touched him in months. He’d understood it at first. She’d been so big, so close to childbirth. She hadn’t wanted to make love, but the twins were months old now, and he wanted his wife. He needed her. He wanted to sink into her pussy or push his way into her ass. He fucking craved her. He was an addict, and he’d been off her for way too long. He thought about her every damn day. Fuck, lately he was thinking about her every minute of the day and way more when he was sleeping.
