“I called Gary. He works with the only people who can’t be affected by changes in the timeline.” He turned to see Dave’s narrowed gaze, following him closely as he stared to pace. “I work for the lab that employs you, Dave. I know all about the anomalies that are popping up. I also know that the last one that appeared, you flew over it for Barker.”
“That’s highly classified. You do more than work for the lab.” Dave was suspicious, he could see that. Hell, he could feel it. He stopped moving and turned to face the other man.
“Okay, I own KenSpec Labs and helped secure funding for the project you are assigned to. I have higher clearance than the fucking president. I also know this last rip was huge and lasted longer than any previous rip. Hell, longer than any of them combined.” He walked to the table and sat next to Sadie, gently taking her other hand. He had to touch her. She was quiet and withdrawn, not that he could blame her. It’s not every day you find out you share a life and memories with a man you’ve never met.
“Gary put me in touch with Avery at the underground facility in Iowa. Since they are surrounded by technology that keeps them from being affected by time itself, they have the ability to view changes to our timelines and can track those changes. It seems, according to Avery, that we have always had two distinct timelines that run concurrently. It’s like two tubes lying against each other. These tubes are encased in a membrane that keeps the contents safe and enclosed. Only these timelines have been developing small pinprick holes that self-heal quickly. We don’t know why.
“The mission you flew on, there was a hole that opened during the sustained tear. It seems the man known as Dave Amsted in the other timeline was also flying on the other side of the tear. When that happened,” he blew out a breath, “your memories and his crossed over the rip. In one timeline, the Dave you accessed memories from, he met Sadie and apparently, they fell in love and got married. In this timeline, she met me. I guess in the other timeline, Dave and Sadie are dealing with a man named Marc who remembers all the things I do about her.”
Dave threw his head back and closed his eyes. “So, you’re saying she isn’t mine. She’s yours and these feelings aren’t real? I can’t believe that.” He moved his head and looked back at Marc. “That doesn’t explain the tattoo appearing or the rings we both now have on.” Marc glanced at Sadie as she looked at the rings on her left hand. Two distinct wedding bands adorned her finger.
“No. It doesn’t, not completely. The only thing I can theorize is, when you and she started to explore those memories, it cemented the reality that had crossed over from the other timeline. It’s just a crazy guess. I only went to Avery because I…” His voice trailed off. He stood slowly and he walked away. How much could he share? He hadn’t even told Sadie about his reoccurring ménage dream. Should he tell them? He kept his back to them, hoping to hide the uncertainty on his face. He didn’t want to give Dave any ideas about how far he was willing to go with this relationship and his wife.
“I saw you in a dream not long after the time rip occurred. I went to Gary’s house and saw a picture of you and I recognized you from the dream. Sadie hadn’t mentioned you before, so it made me wonder about knowing you when we’d never met. I had no idea that by talking to her, you could actually bring those memories of the other timeline out in her.”
He stopped talking and the room was silent for so long he wondered if he was alone. Sadie hadn’t said a word since they were outside the restaurant. She was the only one who didn’t know about the rip in the time membrane and she had to be in shock and pain from all the revelations of the last few hours. He turned and saw Dave staring at him.
Marc could see Sadie’s indecision and pain. Dave turned his attention to his wife. “Sadie, honey. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. You’ve been put in a strange position. I see how you feel about Marc and I see those same feelings for me. I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to make this situation worse. I love you and I want you. Will you,” Sadie looked from Dave to him for a brief moment giving Marc a view of her confusion. “will you come with me? Just for tonight and let me make love to you?”
“Dave.” The other man’s name fell from her lips. Marc knew she wanted the other man. She loved him. Marc was really the only one in the room who had to make the decision to keep them apart or let them reunite. Fuck.
“The longer I sit her the more I remember us, Dave. Ten years of memories.” Her voice faltered, breaking Marc’s heart. She turned her eyes to Marc, almost pleading for his understanding. It was killing him inside. There really was no correct answer in this situation. He nodded once.
“I can’t let you take her from my sight, Dave. She may remember you, but I don’t know you. I don’t trust you.” He saw the relief in her eyes and tried to hide the hurt in his own.
Suddenly his tie was choking him. He angrily reached up loosening the tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. When he looked up, Dave was walking Sadie to the bedroom but the door was left open. Marc grabbed a chair from the table and carried it angrily to the bedroom and set down in a huff. Two could play this game. He wanted to see if Dave had the balls to make love to another man’s wife while he sat in the room. Crossing his arms, he glared at the big military man as he pulled Sadie into his arms.
Dave turned Sadie’s back to Marc and then he cupped her face gently before he began to kiss her. Sadie’s arms rose from her sides, trailed up his chest, to encircle Dave’s neck. Shit. She was going to do this. But could he blame her? Dave was softly kissing her over and over before he wrapped his arms around her. It rankled Marc to see how long Dave was taking with seducing Sadie. He wasn’t rushed, so far, he’d never touched her anywhere but her face and her back. When he heard Sadie moan, Marc started to feel uncomfortable.
Dave began to kiss down his wife’s neck, focusing on that spot that drove her crazy, below her ear. Sadie inhaled quickly before he heard her whisper something to Dave. He heard Dave’s chuckle. Then he lowered his head and swirled his tongue against his Sadie’s neck and down to her throat. Sadie’s back was to him, so he couldn’t see everything Dave was doing and it drove him a little crazy. Dave’s hands slid down Sadie’s back to cup her gorgeous ass before he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head.
Damn, she wore that dark blue lace bra that drove Marc insane. Apparently, it had the same effect on Dave. “Fuck, baby, that’s beautiful against your silky skin.” Dave sat on the corner of bed, spread his legs and pulled Sadie close to him. He could tell that Dave was sucking her nipples through her bra. Marc felt his cock growing.
He’d never admit it but he wanted to see exactly what Dave was doing. Sadie grabbed Dave’s hair as she threw back her head and moaned. Marc fought the urge to go unhook her bra and stand behind her. Expose her breasts, hold them in his hands as the other man sucked her nipples. His clothes felt too confining now, smothering him.
Dave stood and tore off his t-shirt before reaching for her bra clasp. He never looked at Marc, but focused on Sadie’s eyes until her breasts were revealed. His intake of breath told Marc that Dave appreciated the dark pink nipples as much as he did. He sat on the bed again, wrapping his arms around Sadie. She moaned long and loud, driving Marc to shift in his seat. He could see Dave’s head going from one side of Sadie’s body to the other.
“Sadie baby, you have the most amazing tits. Is your pussy tingling yet? You know I can hardly wait to fuck you. My balls are so tight.” Dave’s voice was muffled against Sadie’s body. Sadie moaned and then grasped at Dave’s shoulders as her hips bucked. Dave looked up, locking eyes with him as if he knew Marc was engrossed in their lovemaking. Dave smiled as he turned Sadie slightly so Marc could see his tongue flick her nipples. He took his time sucking one and then the other, rolling her wet nipples between his thumb and finger.
Dave began to unfasten her pants and push them and her matching blue lace underwear down her legs. He nearly came out of his seat when Dave slid a finger between her
legs. Sadie cried out, spreading her legs wider to give him access. Dave slid down to the floor and dove in with mouth, spreading her lips apart with his thumbs. Sadie’s started her little whimpers that Marc loved to hear, her hands massaging the top of Dave’s head as she threw back her head. Marc stood to go to her but stopped himself when she cried out Dave’s name, shaking in her orgasm. He ripped his tie off and sat back down, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves.
“I need to suck you, Dave.” Her words husky. She could come and still be ready to come again. She hadn’t even gotten warmed up yet. Damn. Dave stood and between kisses, they both worked on getting his pants off.
“Don’t do it for long, Sadie. I need to fuck you.” When his cock was exposed Marc narrowed his gaze. He hoped Dave wouldn’t compare in size to him, but they were close in size and girth. Marc knew from experience that Sadie could take him all the way in her mouth. He had to stop the groan when his wife sucked down Dave’s cock. He was right— clear to the base.
Dave fisted her hair as he panted hard. He looked to Marc and moved his hands to grasp her hair and pull it away from her face, giving Marc an unobstructed view of her licking and sucking. Her tongue swirled over the head before sucking him down again. “You need to stop soon, baby, or I won’t be able to satisfy you.” Dave’s focus shifted to him. “I have a feeling that Marc could help with that if he wanted to.”
Had Dave just given him an invitation to join in? Marc stood and ripped his jacket and shirt off before he died of heatstroke. He sat back down in the chair while Dave grinned. “No, no, baby. You have to stop now. Damn. My cock is ready to blow.” Those words brought to mind the dream. Marc fought for control of his body as Dave switched places with Sadie. He laid her on the bed, pulled her ass to the edge and pushed her knees toward her chest. He angled her so Marc could see her wet pussy a second before Dave buried his face there.
Marc’s cock was hard enough to drive nails as another man licked and sucked his wife’s clit. He heard her moan as she grasped herself behind her knees pulling her legs tight to her body. Her head was thrashing back and forth while Dave mercilessly drove her toward another climax. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, and Marc heard her panting before her moan turned into a shout of “oh fuck”. Dave quickly stood, wiped her juices off his chin then picked her up and hurriedly moved her father up the bed. He bent, kissing her languidly, stroking her wet pussy, before laying on top of her. They both moaned as skin touched skin.
Dave grasped his cock in one hand, holding it steady. He gazed lovingly into her eyes as he began his slide into Sadie’s swollen and wet cunt. Marc hoped he slam fucked her and come fast but, damn him, he lay still and began to kiss her again. Sadie slid her hands up Dave’s back before scratching from his shoulders to his ass cheeks. She arched her back and moaned into Dave’s mouth.
He pulled back looking down at her. “Damn, Sadie, I wanted to take my time.” He began to move his hips slowly.
Marc had to fight the urge to go to his wife. He could barely contain his desire, seeing Dave’s ass work as he slowly fucked Sadie. He couldn’t take it anymore and stood to release his own erection. He pushed his pants and underwear toward his knees and sat, grasped his cock, stroking at the same pace Dave was fucking his wife. Precome dripped onto his stomach. Dave turned his head and stared him before turning his attention back to Sadie. He whispered something to her. She opened her eyes and looked at Marc. Her face changed to one of pure bliss, her body writhed, moving hard enough to have Dave tighten his arms around her. Marc knew she was coming hard. No sound escaped her but her body shuttered, her eyes closing in ecstasy. Dave picked up the pace so did Marc. Dave suddenly stopped moving but pushed his body deeper into Sadie as he came moaning her name. Marc felt his orgasm rip through him as he forced his eyes to stay open and focused on his wife.
The room became silent but for the panting of all three people. Marc closed his eyes his feelings were all over the map. He never expected to enjoy seeing his wife with another man. Maybe it was because he knew Dave loved her too. He opened his eyes, just as Dave began to tenderly kissing her, speaking softly. Tears welled, but he wasn’t sure if it was the fear of losing her or the tenderness Dave showed Sadie. Maybe both. Maybe he saw something he had forgotten to do lately, cherishing the woman who meant so much to him. Worship her body and her heart.
Dave rolled to his side, pulling her with him, stroking her back. He traced his fingers over her face, tucking hair behind her ear. Marc could see the love Dave had for her in the tender way he cared for her. Marc was surprised when Dave playfully slapped her ass before he grinned. She stood and looked at Marc, grinned shyly then headed to the bathroom. When the water started in the shower, Marc closed his eyes, wondering what would happen now. The feel of his cooling semen brought him crashing down. He looked over to the desk, saw tissues and grabbed one. Looking down at this chest, he sighed and grabbed two more.
He dreaded looking at Dave. He knew he’d be smirking in satisfaction. When he got the nerve, he glanced up to see Dave standing grim-faced, pulling up and fastening his jeans. “Things got out of hand. I shouldn’t have done that to you, Marc. But I can’t say I’m sorry.”
“The only consolation I have,” Marc said in a growl, “is knowing that in the other timeline, the other you just watched the other me fuck your wife.”
At that Dave did grin. “Oh, I don’t know. If the other Dave is like me, and I know he is, I don’t think he just watched.”
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Sadie stepped into the shower, her body still thrumming with endorphins. When Dave had come over to her and Marc in the restaurant, she had a hard time breathing. He stood right there, the man who’d haunted her dreams. Feelings of longing and love slammed into her so strong she almost jumped into his arms. She knew Marc wouldn’t understand, and by his reaction to Dave, she was right. But could she blame him?
When Marc dragged her from the restaurant it took all her strength to go with him. It bothered her that she could’ve hurt Marc that way but when Dave started telling her all the things he knew about her, it washed over her in waves. Then she started to remember their lives together and it filled her with joy so acute, she had ignored her husband totally. Guilt ate at her as she looked down at the two wedding rings on her hand. One plain silver band next to her hand, the other a diamond-encrusted wide gold band. They were so completely opposite in everything except their meaning. As opposite as the men who had placed them on her finger.
She couldn’t pretend to understand what had happened. After finding out about Dave, she had spent the evening trying to comprehend and reconcile the memories that flooded her mind. Dave and her under the tree, making love for the first time as the sun rose in the sky. Marc and her making love on his boat the first time. Both times were so amazing and different. Dave with his rough, callused hands and dirty mouth, Marc with his scientific mind, working on parts of her body that he knew would drive her crazy. Until the last few years Marc had focused solely on her when they made love. Dave always had.
When Dave told Marc that he was taking her away to make love to her, her skin had become too tight. She hadn’t wanted anything more in that moment. She didn’t think Marc would insist on being there and she didn’t think he’d sit in the room with them. For the briefest of moments, when Dave was kissing her, she had forgotten Marc was there. She felt bad about that, but her body took over her inhibitions in a way that left her speechless. She knew on some level that Dave was involving Marc during their lovemaking, and it even felt like he invited him to join in. She wasn’t sure how she would’ve reacted if he had or how she felt knowing he hadn’t.
Having never thought she’d be in this position, she was struggling with her love of both men. Who would’ve thought she’d have two husbands from different timelines? And knowing they both loved her, she knew she could never pick one over the other. God, she hoped they wouldn’t force her to choose. How could she? They were both so different, but those differences made them both per
fect for her.
Dave was amazingly built. All thick muscles, dark hair and blue eyes. His life in the military kept him in top form. She knew from her memories of Dave, he loved to run and workout every day or nearly so. He had come from an abusive home and she thought he stayed strong to counteract the helplessness he felt as a child. He was even better shape now than he was ten years ago when they had met.
Marc was also muscular, but not as bulky. His muscles coming from natural genetics and trips to the gym when he could make it. His dark sandy blonde hair and green eyes were spectacular on his tanned skin. He looked damn sexy in his suits and lab coat. But Dave in uniform, who could resist that? Both had long, thick cocks but Dave had that little curve that hit the spot, where Marc had a larger head that drove her crazy. She wanted both men so much, she thought she might spontaneously combust if they both were touching her at one time. If they both focused on her in bed, she might not survive the experience. She wanted to try it though, just to see if they could adjust to each other. Immediately her guilt slammed into her. She loved her husband. She loved both of her husbands.
How must Marc be feeling right now? When Dave whispered to her that Marc was watching them and jacking off, she had to see. When she opened her eyes, and saw his intense look and his hand stroking himself, she had never come so hard in her life. She heard Dave in her ear moaning her name and Marc’s deep voice soon followed. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her as his come splashed on his chest. Deep inside she wished once again he had joined in with her and Dave. Her body did an involuntary shutter at the thought.
Now that it was over and everyone was cooled down, would Marc be angry or Dave regret what happened? How did she feel? She wasn’t sure she knew the answer. Part of her felt guilt for putting Marc through this, but the other part rejoiced in finding Dave. It was a strange place to find herself in.
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