Phillip eased his mouth away from her even as one of his hands caressed her naked ass. “Something chilly, sweetheart.”
The heat of his whisper tickled her wet folds. Leesa had no chance to wonder what he meant. A cool gel-like substance landed in the crack of her ass. Phillip gently rubbed it over her anus in a soft, teasing caress. She shivered and moaned. Her deep-throated sound, emerging around Jason’s cock, drew a similar sound from him. One lover fisted her hair, the other stroked her rosebud with increasing pressure, and Leesa began to shake.
“Now!” Jason’s single word found her drawing on his cock, ready for his cum, eager to drink him down.
Then Phillip breached her sphincter with his finger. Her orgasm exploded, and her scream, muffled by hot ejaculating flesh, shared that wonder with her lovers. Leesa’s world evolved into a state of ecstasy, given, received, shared. This ecstasy changed her, remade her, and it drew the three of them ever closer to a state she longed for, that state of becoming one heart.
“Rest a moment.”
Phillip spooned her as Jason eased her onto his chest. The scent of sex permeated the air, an olfactory reminder and an aphrodisiac. Leesa shivered, an aftershock of her orgasm. As Phillip pulled the blanket up to cover them, she stretched her neck, turning her head toward him, needing to taste herself on his lips as much as she’d needed that same kiss with Jason.
His mouth covered hers, and she drank them down. His heat and the press of his erection against her ass let her know she absolutely wasn’t done with this lover.
When she settled her head on Jason’s chest once more, he cupped her cheek with his hand, tilting her up for another very delicious kiss. Their tongues slid, a slow, sexy waltz played with gratitude and need.
Oh goody, Jason isn’t finished with me either.
Leesa sighed and let the rhythm of their caresses—Jason’s on her arm and Phillip’s on her hip—soothe her.
“I love being here with you. Right here, between you.”
“This is my new happy place,” Jason said. “I never could have imagined how much I would need this.”
“I’ve known for some time that this would be my dream. I just never knew if I would ever experience it.” Phillip kissed her shoulder. The slight tremor in his hand and the way his hip undulated toward her told Leesa everything she needed to know about her lover’s needs.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Leesa rolled over toward him and met his grinning gaze. He held up a condom and raised his eyebrows in quick succession.
She couldn’t suppress a giggle. I guess there is room for humor in this bed.
She straddled him, took the plastic packet he offered her, and then, keeping her gaze locked with his, used her teeth to tear that packet open.
Oh, yeah. That got him hotter.
It didn’t take her long to set the condom in place and then roll it down. But then, being the thorough-minded person that she was, she needed to run her hand up and down his shaft a few times. Just to make sure it was truly in place.
“Woman.”
Oh, how she loved it when her men growled that one word at her. “I’m just making sure it’s on right, honey bunny.”
“Impale yourself and ride me, snookums.”
Leesa had never believed herself capable of being a vamp or a siren, but the smile she wore as she moved forward, reached down for him, and raised herself up to take his cock? Well, that smile felt as hot and as sexy as any delivered by a Hollywood starlet or porn star. Anywhere. Ever.
Then all thought left as she lowered herself onto Phillip’s cock. She moaned as his hard shaft stretched her cunt, as he filled her with his heat and his power.
She began to move on him, bracing her hands on the bed on either side of him. She took up a slow, steady motion but never kidded herself she was in control. That part of the program had ended. His hands on her waist helped move her, and his solid thrust ensured his cock hit deep inside her. She felt the twinge of her cervix with each solid thrust and couldn’t hold back her shiver.
“Oh, this feels so good.” Mindless, a creature of sensation, Leesa moved and relished as she made love with her men—one inside her, the other watching her intently. She felt the love flow from Jason to her the same as she felt Phillip’s love. She felt so very blessed.
They were connected, both of these amazing men, connected to her in a way she believed would be constant and abiding and would never, ever end.
“Come here.” Phillip drew her down so she was lying on him. Beside her, Jason moved. The slide of a drawer alerted her, and she couldn’t hold back her smile.
Phillip continued to thrust up into her, and although she no longer had the easier position, she was able to meet his thrusts. He laid his hand on the small of her back, holding her close.
Jason kissed her shoulder. “I’m going to play with your ass. We’re going to do this a lot until we decide you’re ready for the next step, which will be a butt plug. One day soon, Leesa, we’re going to fuck that delicious ass of yours. And then…”
“Both of you can fuck me at the same time. Oh, God, I want that so badly.”
“We know.” Phillip’s voice came from beneath her ear. “But we will prepare you first, sweetheart. Now close your eyes and focus on my cock, in your cunt, fucking you.”
The dirty talk, the deeper voices, and yes, the fucking and the anal play all ganged up on her and captured her, taking on a tour de force of arousal both compelling and instantly addicting.
She was close, so close to going over the edge, but she could do nothing to get there faster. They controlled her, these wonderful and sometimes frustrating men. They controlled her, and she wouldn’t truly have it any other way.
Phillip thrust faster, deeper, and Leesa relaxed every muscle striving for orgasm. She simply felt and reveled. Then Jason leaned in and pushed his finger into her ass and began to ream her over and over.
Leesa cried out as she came, as she felt the pulsing of the condom-covered cock within her, as she knew her lover followed her over the edge.
She shivered and quivered and gushed and then sighed when they gathered her close. They whispered soft words, sounds with no meaning, except one.
She was held and cherished and no longer alone. They cared for her, cared about her, and would always keep her safe.
Leesa drifted, not yet ready for sleep. Something’s missing. She needed more. They’d moved her so that her head was once more on Phillip’s chest and her back to Jason. She felt his hand on her leg, and when he pushed, she obeyed the unspoken command.
Lying on her left side, with her right leg draping Phillip’s hips, Leesa waited, knowing, needing, and sighing when she felt Jason’s latex-sheathed cock nudge her folds.
“Are you too sore to take me, baby?”
“I need you. I felt…” She let the words trail off. Jason moved closer as his cock slid into her from behind.
“You felt like something was missing.”
“Yeah.” Their insight into her never ceased to amaze her.
“There will be times when it’s just the two of us or just you and Phillip. Wherever, and whenever, and that’s as it should be.”
“But there will be times when you need to have us both,” Phillip said. “And that, my sweet, is as it should be, too.”
Overcome with emotion, unable to stem the ache in her throat, she could only whisper, “Fuck me, Jason.”
“With great pleasure.” He moved in her, the angle different than the other two positions they’d used, and she gave herself over to him, and to the pleasure. One lover cradled her, his semi-hard cock resting against her stomach while her other lover fucked her. His stroke, long, slow, and deep, moved her, aroused her to an unbelievable height. She, who’d rarely known an orgasm, discovered this day that she could have several, that she had never been cold or aloof.
She’d only been without her two mates.
Electricity shot through her as she climbed higher and higher. The crackli
ng, the sizzling sent trembles through her body. Her clit quivered, and a whimper of desperation escaped.
“Please. Oh, please, Jason!”
“Yeah.”
He angled himself so he was above her, moving his hips, thrusting now with no rhythm, just what she recognized as the same blinding need that ruled her.
Her cry of completion and his grunt of release became a feral crescendo. As wave after wave of pulsing pleasure assailed her, she felt her inner muscles clamp down on his throbbing cock. The heat in the condom soothed and teased her cervix, and her orgasm resurged.
And as she rode the rapture, as she held their heat and their hearts close, Leesa gave thanks that she’d found these men—and that they had found her.
As unlikely as it had been for her to have met them, she found it surprising that they meshed so well. Because they had, and they did, Leesa would never again doubt the existence of fate. Just as she knew she’d never, for the rest of her days, take them, or their love, for granted.
Chapter Sixteen
“I spent a few months with these guys,” Adam Kendall said. He’d used the hand that didn’t hold the chicken wing he’d selected to point at his cousins Sean and Noah Kendall. “I was their guest at their cabin near Anchorage. Though near, of course, is a very relative term.”
Leesa, Jason, and Phillip had joined the group of cousins at Angel’s Roadhouse. Tonight, the place seemed as well represented by Kendalls as it was by Benedicts.
Josh, Alex, and Penelope Benedict were enjoying a date night since their six-year-old daughter, Ellie, was having a sleepover with her grandparents, Bernice, Caleb, and Jonathan, at the Big House. Penelope was drinking soda instead of beer because, she announced, she was pregnant again. “Finally,” she’d added.
“You know you enjoyed your time with us,” Sean Kendall said to Adam. “You did stay a few months.”
“You even stopped shivering within a week of your arrival.” Noah Kendall nodded. Then he looked around the table. “He arrived in the fall.”
“Fall in Texas, as y’all know, is shirtsleeve weather,” Adam said. “The time we like to have outdoor picnics and enjoy long walks under the sun or the stars. It is not parka weather, like y’all had up there.” He’d polished off the wing as his cousins had ribbed him and took a drink of his beer. “Of course, their cabin was more like a manor house. That place was not lacking for a single comfort.”
“Or fresh air or beautiful views,” Sean said.
“Well now, that’s true. And first thing in the morning there’s a kind of quiet up there, especially after a snowfall, that nearly makes your ears ring and your heart hurt.”
“Sounds like the place we might want to visit sometime in the future,” Penelope said. “Ellie, by herself, is a noise machine at times. Add in a new little one…” She let the sentence fall. Her smile, of course, let everyone know she wasn’t anything but happy to be expecting.
“What about you, Leesa?” Noah asked. “Having been in the Army for so long, I imagine you’ve traveled to some different climes as well. We met our Brit, who was a Marine at the time, in Africa.” He picked up his wife’s hand and kissed it. “We’d been searching and searching for her, and there she was in Namibia.”
“Y’all are so sweet!” Brit said.
Of course, that comment earned a round of applause from the Texans at the table, including Leesa. And tons of praise for the perfectly executed “y’all” and many questions as to why her Wyoming-born husbands hadn’t gotten the knack, yet.
When everyone took a breath, Leesa answered Noah’s question. “Oh, absolutely,” she said. “I’ve been to North Dakota in January and Riyadh in the blistering heat of summer. But I was born and raised here in Texas. I found the cold harder to deal with, of course, than the heat.”
“And Kabul?” Jake Kendall asked. “What was that like?”
“Wet and cool in the spring, dry and hot in the summer. And eventually, too many projectiles in the air for this simple Texan cook. After a few different attacks on the base, the last in which I got shot, I listened to my inner voice that told me I’d had enough.”
“Fifteen years is a damn long time to serve,” Greg Benedict said.
“It is.” His husband, Cody Harper, was nodding. “There’s something about the constant barrage of war that can shred the nerves of even the most stalwart person. You did well to serve that long.”
“It’s a challenge to go anywhere that has heightened danger,” Rebecca, their wife, nodded. Sitting right across from Leesa, the beautiful black-haired artist smiled. She and her cousin Penelope had the exact same shade of deep black tresses. They each looked exotic in their own way. “Even if you’re there to oversee aid work, you have to be careful all the time.”
“It would help if you’ve had some training for that,” Leesa said. “I worked as a cook in the army, but I’d gone through basic training and sure as hell knew how to shoot and how to become a combatant if necessary.” Leesa would bet that, until Rebecca and her husbands had taken over the world-renowned charity Maria’s Quest, the young woman hadn’t been in such challenging situations.
“We’re a couple of heavy-handed alpha males,” Greg said. “When we have to go into those kinds of situations, especially if Becca is with us, we take on a couple of special assistants as members of our staff. Their main job is to aid us in protecting our wife.”
It didn’t surprise Leesa that the cousins didn’t rib the two men about needing help for the job. Cousin-speak was to be clever and funny, not mean.
“Even if I’m not with them,” Rebecca said. “As they found out this last trip when they landed in a dangerous part of South America and they were surrounded by personal security.”
Rebecca grinned at both of her husbands. They, of course, grinned right back at her.
“Grandma Kate arranged for two guards, and you arranged for two guards.” Jake shook his head then focused on Greg and Cody. “I swear I didn’t know y’all were so delicate.”
Jake’s shot had been a good one. Leesa covered her mouth just in case she couldn’t hold her laughter in. Of course, neither Jason nor Phillip had that problem. They joined in with the rest of the cousins, all of whom appeared to be consumed with guffaws.
Three newcomers joined their group—Marcus Jessop, along with his husband, Jeremy Bishop Jessop, and their wife, April Bixby Jessop.
“Oh good. I recognize that laughter. Who are we ganging up on?” Marcus asked. He rubbed his hands together, anticipation in his eyes.
“The do-gooder and the paparazzo,” Adam said.
Leesa had learned that all the cousins ended up with monikers that identified each of them individually. Sometimes the information she needed to keep everyone straight made her head spin.
“About damn time.” Jeremy waited until April was seated before taking his own chair. “What did they do now?”
“Besides being Benedicts and breathing?” Jake asked.
“Hey!” Jason leaned forward. “I feel I should protest that line, if only on principle.”
“Protest noted,” Sean said.
“Cousin-speak,” April said. “Ya just gotta love it.”
“I do.” Leesa giggled because all the other women at the table said that at the same time.
“Speaking of cousins,” Jake said, “there are two more Montana Benedicts about to come visit.”
“Yay, more for our side,” Greg said. Then he frowned. “Let me think. I was sure there weren’t more than a couple left up there in Montana that the ones here from there could tolerate…” The table stayed quiet as Greg did his thinking. Then he grinned. “Got it! Lewis, who’s Dale and Parker’s brother, and Randy, Trace and Lucas’s.”
Michaela Powell arrived just at that moment carrying a full tray. “Yes. Jenny was telling me that they’re going to put them up there, at her place, since Laci has Zoe Diane, and is still trying to recoup her strength. The guys, who’ve been referred to as the Mavericks of the family for years now, are
just going to visit for a week or two, and then they’re going ranch hunting. They’re set on getting their own place and figured down south, here was as good a place as any to look.”
“I think I’ll start a betting pool,” Adam said. “I’m going to bet that their brothers, and the rest of the ranching conglomerate here talk them into staying.”
“I’ll have a piece of that,” Cody said.
“Me, too.” Josh Benedict grinned. “The more Benedicts, the better.”
Of course, a few of the men who were not Benedicts had to make teenage-boy type gagging sounds, making all the women, even Michaela, just sigh and roll their eyes.
Michaela set down a few bottles of beer, offered menus to the newcomers, which were declined, and took orders.
Once she’d left, Marcus looked over at Adam. “The guy who’s pic you sent me the other day? He’s sitting at the bar, and he’s casting badly concealed furtive glances this way.”
On either side of her, Jason and Phillip went stone still. So did the rest of the men at the table. Leesa knew who Marcus meant. Her ex-husband, Bryce Jordan, was apparently in the house.
Ginny met her gaze. Then Leesa looked at Brittany, Rebecca, Penelope, and April.
Leesa guessed she should have felt a little embarrassed, knowing that everyone at this very big table knew what was going on. But she’d grown way past the point of being bent out of shape about everyone being up in her business.
Her relatives were named Montoya and Shaughnessy. If being raised in a half-Hispanic, half-Irish household with a very large extended family hadn’t cured her of that annoyance, fifteen years in the army certainly should have.
Adam looked at Leesa. “Do you want to talk to the man, first?”
She understood what he was doing. He’d been raised in Lusty and had been married long enough to understand that a woman didn’t appreciate having her choices taken away from her. And she was grateful for his consideration. Even though there was no one on this planet she wanted to see again or speak to again less than Bryce Jordan. She simply had nothing to say to the man. But she appreciated being asked.
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