by Jane Jamison
“Shit yeah,” muttered Clint. “Play with yourself, Raven.”
“Rub, babe.”
She began massaging her clit, at once feeling the juices ooze out of her. Watching them watch her was as much of a turn-on as rubbing her clit was.
“Wider,” ordered Clint.
She moved her legs as far apart as she could. Her strokes grew faster, taking her breath along with it. The breeze from the air conditioner hardened her nipples.
“That’s it, babe. Harder. I want to see you come.”
She rubbed harder still. Taking a breast in one hand, she tortured her nipple, hoping to entice one or both of them to fondle her. The storm inside her spun like a tornado, building stronger, growing wider. She was caught up in the whirlwind and loving it.
She closed her eyes but then opened them when she felt someone touch her fingers. Clint knelt next to her. His fingers rested on top of hers, moving her hand, wetting his fingers, too.
He flicked a tongue over her nipple. “You feel so fucking good, sugar. Warm and wet.”
With a gleam in his eyes, he pushed his hand lower. Her lips parted as he thrust his fingers inside her pussy.
“Don’t stop, sugar. Keep going until you come.”
“I’m close. So close.” She rested back on one arm, never easing in her rapid hand movements.
Clint pumped her, his fingers driving into her hard. Wiggling his fingers gave her even more sensation as her pussy walls clamped down on him. If he curved his digits, he was bound to—
She exploded as he did just that.
Her climax ripped her apart, tearing her from the inside out. Strength eluded her, and she lay back, her hand still between her legs.
“Give me room, man.” Hale took her hand away then eased her pussy lips apart again to flick his tongue over her clit.
She cried out as the second wave rode on the heels of the first. If she hadn’t been lying flat on her back, she would’ve collapsed.
Her body was still shaking when Clint eased her onto her stomach, pulling her body toward him until she was once again on her knees. He pushed on her back, keeping her face on the table.
A sweet coolness struck her ass hole, the perfect counterpoint to the fire burning in her pussy. Rubbing the gel into her, he nibbled at her fleshy butt while Hale scooted his hand under her to play with her nipple.
“Get her up enough for me to get under her.”
Clint grunted then, along with Hale’s help, pulled her onto her feet. “Get moving or you’ll be too damn late.”
Hale eased in front of her to sit on the table. Positioning her on top of him, he gave her a quick smile. “Fuck me, babe.”
She couldn’t have given him an answer. Not by the time he’d taken hold of her hips and brought her down. His cock rammed into her pussy, driving upward like a battering ram. She bounced with each of his thrusts and held on to his shoulders.
Clint pushed her forward, forcing Hale to go to his back. “Easy does it.”
His cock pushed against her butt hole. Taking a steadying breath wasn’t easy with Hale’s continued fucking. Pressure pushed against her anus, increasing as Clint moved his cock inside her.
No other experience could match it. Having two men she loved inside her at the same time was beyond heaven, beyond anything she could ever ask for. She gave herself to them, as she’d already done, completely, without reservations.
She’d given up the world she’d known, but she’d gained so much more.
Together they moved. No one spoke. Their bodies said all that needed to be said.
Her body tightened around them, commanding them as they had verbally commanded her. She was their sub, willing to do whatever she could to make them happy. In return, they’d give her more than she’d ever hoped of having.
She stiffened as the storm inside her changed from a tornado to a hurricane. Trembles wracked her as the men plunged into her. They caressed her, both with hands and words, bringing even more enjoyment to her.
When she turned her orgasm loose, she sent the wall she’d lived with all her life crumbling down forever. For the first time, she was finally free.
Hale rammed one last time into her then paused. A shout of ecstasy burst the air as he dug his fingers into her flesh and ground out his release. She gripped his pecs, sending her love through her touch, helping him through the orgasm.
Clint shoved her forward as he plunged into her, his balls bumping against her legs. Bending over, he wrapped his arms around her, somehow staying on his feet. He pulled out and sent his seed cascading along her back.
For a moment, they stayed the way they were, half suspended over the table, as they each let the last of their releases flood out of them. Snatching several tissues from the box on the table, he cleaned her off then wrapped his arm around her again and fell back to the couch, taking her along with him.
Hale pulled himself to a sitting position. “Holy shit, that was great.”
Clint laughed, the rumble of it making its way into her back as she cuddled in his arms. “You are a master of understatement.”
“Maybe, but I get the job done. Which brings me to the next question. I’m assuming I know the answer, but I want to hear you say it. You’re staying, right?”
“Do you want me to stay? Ow!” She jerked away from Clint. “Why’d you pinch me?”
“Because you deserved it. Don’t ask stupid questions.” He stroked her cheek. “You’re staying, and you know it.”
“Okay, cowboys, let’s say I stay for good. But first we have to come to an agreement.”
“For shit’s sake, sugar, is everything a negotiation to you?”
She shrugged. “What can I say? It’s my thing. So, how many kids are you willing to give me?”
“Do you want them?” asked Hale. “You tell us how many.”
“Hmm, two or three. As long as I get at least one girl out of it.”
“And if you only have boys?” Clint crossed his strong legs, propping them on the table.
“Then we keep trying for the girl.”
“Done,” said Hale, as though closing the meeting.
“Not so fast. I want to continue to work.” She hoped they’d understand her need to be productive.
“For your father? Why the hell would you want to?”
“Clint’s right. Besides, you can’t work for him and live with us. Can you?”
“Nope. The logistics of it wouldn’t work. Plus, I don’t want to work for him any longer. I can, however, start my own business and base it out of the home.”
“What kind of business?”
She flicked Clint’s nipple. “Don’t get worried. I’m not talking about buying ranches for any malls. Instead, I’d love to start a nonprofit organization. Maybe something to help ranchers who need financial assistance. How’s that sound?”
“Now that’s something we can get behind.” Hale skimmed a hand over her leg. “What do you say, Clint?”
“I say we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us. Getting her moved in then setting up an office. But there’s another piece of business we need to deal with first.”
“What’s that?” She’d given a lot of thought to what might happen today. What could she have missed?
“We need you to get it out in the open. We love you, sugar, and you love us.”
“It’s that simple, huh?”
“Sure it is, babe.” Hale lifted her leg, placing her foot on his lap. His hands worked wonders. “Besides, it’s an order.”
“An order? I will admit that I love you. God knows why, but I do,” she joked. “But sex is different. You can’t order me around outside the bedroom. Don’t even try.” She suppressed a grin. Knowing them, they’d hear the challenge and take her up on it.
Clint took her by the chin, making her look at him. “The control thing happens in the bedroom only. For now. We can’t promise about the future.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, it is. If we want it to change, we’
ll talk.” He chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll negotiate. But understand this. You’re our woman, Raven Ronnell, and we’re in control.”
“With your cooperation,” joked Hale.
“So I’m supposed to move in and give up all my control to a couple of cowboys?”
“Yeah.” Clint tugged on her hair. “But only to these two cowboys. Got it?”
She sighed and made the supreme sacrifice. “Well, okay. If you insist. For now.”
Hale threw his body next to hers. She was more than willing to snuggle between them.
Maybe she’d give them more control, and maybe she wouldn’t. Only time would tell. The real fun would be figuring it out.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.
Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was, and remains, downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
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