Chasing Bliss [Nights in Bliss, Colorado 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Sophie Oak

  She felt heat flush through her system. She wasn’t bad at sex. Patrick had been bad at sex. Johnny had just been gay. He was probably really good when it came to sex with another man. She couldn’t blame him for that. But Jesse and Cade were good. Excellent. Amazing. And they’d taught her that she was good, too.

  She finally let her eyes drift open. There was Jesse. At one point in time, she would have described her perfect man as clean cut and well dressed. She would never have said her dream man wore low-slung jeans and had the most ridiculously scruffy beard.

  Of course, she also never would have said that her dream man was two men.

  Cade crowded her from behind. She could feel his erection pressed against her back. He hadn’t left. She was surprised at just how relieved she was. He was still here. Even as she’d fallen asleep the night before, she’d worried that Cade would leave.

  She felt her lips curl up, allowed her body to move, her torso toward Jesse and her legs tangling with Cade. “Good morning.”

  Jesse kissed the tip of her nose. She loved when he did that. “Good morning, sunshine. Did you sleep well?”

  She’d been warm and safe between them. She’d been able to forget everything. She’d forgotten about her job and Patrick and her wedding and the letters. She’d simply been. No thoughts, just a perfect wave of feelings. “I slept like a baby.”

  He cuddled her, his chest brushing against her nipples while Cade nipped at her ear. A girl could get used to this. Really fast.

  “I think you slept like a baby because you don’t have anything to worry about now, do you?” Cade’s words rumbled against her skin.

  She had a whole lot to worry about, but she didn’t want to bring them into her crap. “That’s right.”

  Jesse kissed her, his tongue tangling briefly. “I’m so glad to hear that. We have a lot to talk about this morning. Baby, you know you’re my woman now, right?”

  Jesse’s girl. She smiled. Yeah, she could sing that song. She tried not to think about the fact that Cade had stilled behind her. At least he wasn’t running. The night before she’d wanted to keep things casual, but that was before they’d had sex. Made love. Damn. She’d made love for the first time. Sex for Gemma had been something she thought she should do. It had been a thing on her checklist. She’d decided she should lose her virginity and she’d found Johnny. She’d decided to get married and that included sex.

  But making love was a completely different thing. It didn’t matter that she’d thought the idea of being some man’s woman was Paleolithic. It felt right.

  “Yes.” She wasn’t asking for a ring, but she did want to explore this thing. It was so far from her past experiences that she had to see where it would take her. Besides, she didn’t have anything better to do. It might be years before she could go back to New York and practice law. That was her goal, of course. It would be stupid to give up her education, but in the here and now, she could spend time getting to know Jesse and Cade.

  And she would definitely spend the time making love with them. She kissed him again.

  Jesse pulled back. “Hey, don’t you want to talk?”

  She shook her head. They talked way too much. “No.”

  “Gemma, I like to have things laid out. I like to have certain rules. I need to know that my woman would come to me if she had a problem.”

  If she had a problem he could fix, she would definitely go to him. But her problems were best left in Nate’s hands. Jesse couldn’t do anything. It would just worry him. Or worse, it could make him think twice about being involved with her. And it would give Cade exactly what he needed to run. “I will. Now, please make love to me.”

  Jesse groaned.

  “Come on, man,” Cade implored.

  “Now who’s soft on her?” Jesse asked, looking over her shoulder.

  She could practically hear Cade’s grin. “I’m not soft, man. We can take it out on her ass later. I’m hard. So fucking hard. I walked back in this damn room and my cock took over.”

  “Damn it.”

  She wasn’t sure what that particular argument was about, but it didn’t matter. Jesse kissed her, this time with purpose. He rolled her on her back and dominated her mouth. She softened underneath him. She needed this. She didn’t have to think when Jesse took over. The voice in her head that constantly questioned whether she was good enough, went silent when he tugged on her hair and forced her to focus on him. His tongue invaded, sliding against hers while he covered her skin to skin.

  “My turn.” Cade’s fingers tangled in her hair, and he forced her his way. He brought his lips to hers, immediately sucking her bottom lip between his. “This mouth makes me crazy. I think about your mouth all the time. I think about all the shit you spew out of this mouth and then how damn sweet it can get at times.” His tongue came out, drawing along her bottom lip and then teasing her tongue. It didn’t matter that this kiss was messy, that their tongues were playing and Jesse watched. She didn’t feel stupid or awkward like she had before. She felt sexy and powerful.

  Jesse left the bed, the loss of his weight shifting her closer to Cade. Cade surrounded her, inhaled her. And he was dressed. She wasn’t used to a dressed Cade. She pulled at his shirt. He got up to his knees and tugged it over his head, tossing it aside before falling on her again.

  She breathed him in. “You smell so good.”

  A little smile creased that perfect face of his. “I was cooking. French toast with a caramel sauce. I would have done it as a caramel brûlée, but you don’t have a torch.”

  She also didn’t have food. He must have gone out and bought the ingredients. Not only had he not run, he’d calculatedly come back to her. She pulled him close, wrapping her legs around him. She pushed at the waist of his jeans. Yesterday she’d taken forever to heat up, but this morning she knew what awaited her and her pussy was ready. She could feel herself getting wet. She needed to feel him thrusting into her, becoming a part of her. She wanted it quick and hard and oh so hot, and then they could sit down and eat Cade’s breakfast and, for just a moment, she could pretend they were a neat little family like the ones she saw all around her.

  Dangerous thoughts. She wouldn’t ever speak them. She wouldn’t let them know that she was already falling hard, but she could play out the scenarios in her head. And she could have them this morning.

  Cade got to his knees, shoving his pants down and freeing that magnificent cock of his. “Jesse?”

  His partner was right there. He handed Cade a condom. He had a tube of lubricant in his hand. He must have brought that himself because she sure didn’t have any. He looked down at her, his eyes warm. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are? You look so beautiful lying there, your legs spread and waiting for some cock. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you and Cade.”

  Cade stroked himself, his gorgeous body displayed for her. There was something savage about the fact that his jeans were around his hips. “That’s not what he wants, baby. Tell me you want some cock. Tell me you want this big, hard cock in your pussy.”

  It was a challenge, and Gemma Wells always rose to the challenge. If they wanted her to talk dirty, then she could talk dirty. “I want that big, hard cock in my pussy and in my mouth. I loved the way you tasted. You think you can cook? Well, let me tell you something, Cade Sinclair, I’ve never tasted anything so good as your cum in my mouth.”

  His cock actually jumped. His skin flushed. His pupils dilated.

  “Suit up before you jump her,” Jesse said, shaking his head. He winked down at her. “Overachiever.”

  Cade sheathed his dick and pounced. He covered her body with his, his mouth nearly slamming on hers. She spread her legs further, giving him access. He wasn’t gentle or smooth. His cock surged in, pushing deep inside in one long thrust.

  “Fuck, yeah. I needed that.” Cade swiveled his hips, forging in until he was as far as he could go. “Damn, Gemma, you can take every inch, baby. Do you know how good that feels?”r />
  She felt drugged. Yeah, she knew how good it felt. It felt like pure intimacy.

  “Cade, turn her over. I want to play, too.”

  Her eyes widened at Jesse’s command. Before she could protest, Cade had neatly shifted her over so she was riding him. He kept himself buried deep.

  She felt Jesse’s hand on her back, pressing her forward. Cade’s hips moved, fucking her in little strokes. She rubbed her clit against his pelvis, the sensation beginning to build.

  “Hold still for a moment, baby,” Cade said, gripping her hips. “Jesse wants to play with your ass a little.”

  Ass. Lube. She did the math really fast. “Uhm, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t think my particular ass works that way. But this is nice.” She rubbed against him again. “Jesse can wait for his turn.”

  A loud crack sounded through the air just a split second before her ass cheeks caught fire. Jesse didn’t sound amused. “You lean over and put that ass in the air or we will begin the inevitable discussion right here and now, Gemma. You want me in a good mood when we start talking. I promise you that. You’re fucking two men. How did you think that would work?”

  She gritted her teeth against the sensation. Jesse smacked her ass again, a jarring erotic pleasure/pain.

  “Do that again, man. She just clamped down so hard.” Cade pulsed inside her.

  Jesse spanked her one more time, and then she felt the cool lube hit her skin. Jesse parted her ass cheeks and touched her. There. Right there. Where no man had gone before. Where she’d pretty much thought no man would ever want to go.

  “Shh, hush now.” Cade wrapped his arms around her. “Just let him play. If you don’t like it, then we don’t have to. But I am curious as to what you thought would happen.”

  He had the sweetest grin on his face. She shuddered as she felt Jesse massage the ring of muscles that comprised her asshole. “I thought you would take turns.”

  “I don’t want that.” Jesse’s voice went deep and low. “I want to share. I like to share. I grew up alone, Gemma. I know it makes me perverse, but I like sharing. I like knowing I’m not alone in taking care of you. I like knowing Cade is right there, in case I can’t provide you with something. This is who I am, Gemma.”

  She had to bite her lip. He was asking her to accept him for who he was. In a normal person that would include putting up with his control issues or the fact that he liked to sleep with the fan on, but no, Jesse McCann had to add a rider to this particular contract. Anal sex. Accept me, accept my cock up your ass. Yeah, she could see that particular contract.

  He pressed in and she groaned. Intimacy, pure and simple. She’d worried it would feel like a rectal exam, but she’d been wrong. Maybe it was the fact that she had a huge pulsing cock in her pussy or the fact that Jesse was talking like no doctor had ever spoken to her.

  “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Cade’s cock is stretching you. Think about what it will be like when this is a dick in your ass. You’ll be so full. You won’t be able to breathe, but we’ll do it for you. We’ll do anything to make sure you let us fuck you like this. We’ll get addicted to it. I’ll just look at you and I’ll be able to feel how tight this hot little asshole can get.”

  He rimmed her, stretching her as Cade moaned and fucked into her.

  She already felt full. So full. So close to the edge of pain, but firmly in a state of pleasure. When she’d read up on erotic games, this wasn’t what she’d imagined. This was so much more. So much deeper.

  “That’s right. Fuck my fingers, baby.” Jesse’s fingers scissored inside her. “Fuck, Cade. She’s a goddamn natural. She’s actually fucking my fingers. She took two fingers beautifully. She’s going to be an anal goddess.”

  Gemma couldn’t help it. She laughed. Of all the titles she’d ever aimed for in her life, she might end up being proudest of Anal Goddess. And she was more determined than ever to really please these men who had given her so much. She moved her hips, pressing down to take Cade all the way. She pushed back, fucking against Jesse’s fingers.

  She found a lovely rhythm. Over and over she moved, letting herself go, allowing herself a freedom she’d never had before. She let go, trusting them more than she’d trusted anyone in her life. She rode the sensation and her whole body went up in a grand wave of pleasure. She felt Cade’s shout of completion as she fell forward, her body against his.

  But they weren’t done. “Damn it, Gemma. Get back on your knees. I’m dying here.”

  She was breathless as Cade kissed her and rolled out from under her.

  She was so happy. She just let them manipulate her whatever way they wanted. She was a sweet little Barbie ready for their pleasure. She heard the sound of a condom unwrapping.

  “Do you have any idea how hard that is to do with one damn hand? But I’m not about to take the time to go wash up. We can do that later. I have to have you now.” His cock thrust in.

  She moaned as he filled her up. Jesse slammed into her, fucking her hard. She would have said she couldn’t come again, but the feeling built. And she was missing something. Damn it. One time and she already craved it. “Put your fingers back in.”

  Jesse never let up. “What?”

  “I need your fingers. Please play with my ass. I want you to.”

  He groaned again, his fingers sliding deep. “Damn it, Gemma, you’re going to kill me.”

  But he didn’t stop. He fucked her hard, his cock sliding in and out in time with his fingers. She gasped as she felt a hand on her clit. Cade. He stood at the side of the bed, pinching and working her clit as Jesse fucked her pussy and her ass. Overwhelmed. She couldn’t handle another second and screamed as she came for a second time that morning. Cade held her up so Jesse could finish, groaning as he pressed in as far as he could go.

  Jesse fell against her, pulling his fingers out and resting against her back.

  A sense of complete peace swelled. This was right where she wanted to be. In that one moment, she didn’t need anything beyond this place and these men. And she wanted her promised breakfast.

  “What do I have to do to get breakfast in bed?”

  Jesse pushed himself off the bed. “Well, first off you can explain to me why I had to hear from Nate that someone’s threatening you.”

  The sweetness of afterglow fled. “What?”

  Jesse stared down at her. “I want you to think long and hard about what you’re going to say to me. I’m in a damn good mood right now, Gemma. I’m close to forgiving Nate and Cam. I’m close to deciding that you just don’t understand what it means to be in a relationship and that I should cut you some slack. I’m going to go clean up.” He reached for his pants, covering that cock that already seemed like it was waving at her again. “How much slack I give you depends on what you say to me when I walk back out.”

  She watched him walk to the bathroom, unsure of whether to be scared of him or righteously angry that he seemed to think she owed him an explanation. He’d known damn well what was going on the minute he walked into the room, and he’d screwed her senseless anyway.

  Cade lay down beside her, facedown, his finely muscled backside on full display. “Don’t do it, G.”

  She reached for the sheet because she felt her nudity now. She heard the shower come on. “Don’t do what?”

  He turned to look at her. “Whatever it is you’re going to do. You’ll just piss him off more. And he won’t go away. He’ll come after you.”

  She climbed out of bed, walking to her closet. She’d thought to eat breakfast without the encumbrance of clothes. She’d briefly had a little vision of sitting naked on Jesse’s lap while Cade fed her, but they’d just been trying to trap her. Rat fink bastard men. It wasn’t their concern.

  She grabbed some underwear, fighting back tears. Damn it. They thought they wanted to know, but they didn’t really. As soon as the novelty of the sex wore off, they would realize just how much trouble she was. Jesse would want someone “sweet,” and Cade would just want to be f
ree. By bringing them into this crap, she was probably cutting their relationship time in half. She knew it wouldn’t work out, but she’d thought she could keep them for a little while longer.

  She shoved her legs into her jeans.

  “Gemma, what are you doing?” Cade rolled over, his head propped on one hand, looking like the most delicious centerfold ever.

  “I’m getting dressed.”

  He sent her a knee-weakening smile. “That’s your first mistake. You should walk into the bathroom and hop into the shower with him. Tell him everything. Or you can wait and I’ll heat up breakfast and you can tell us both what’s going on.”

  “I thought this was casual, Cade.” She pulled on a bra. She used to be able to go without one, but since she’d lost her job she’d given up on things like exercise and eating properly, and it seemed to all go to her boobs. Even if she did get her old clothes out of storage, she wouldn’t fit into them. She grabbed a flannel shirt. She used to wear designer everything. She used to be somebody. Now she just pissed men off.

  “It isn’t casual for Jesse.” He frowned. “And I don’t know what it is for me. I need some time to figure it out. I’ll be real honest. I never planned on settling down. I still don’t know if I like the idea.”

  Harsh words but honest. She wondered if this was brought on by the revelation that she was in a little trouble. Maybe he didn’t like the idea that she was the kind of person other people hated, sometimes on sight. “Well, I was just surprised you were still here this morning. I kind of thought you would leave.”

  He sighed. “I tried to.”

  Honesty sucked. It was kind of a kick in the gut. “Well, no one’s stopping you, Cade. The door is that way.”

  His face screwed up in the sweetest grimace. “Yeah, your mom and Naomi are out there. The first time I tried to leave, they caught me in all my glory. Your mom isn’t really big on well-hung dudes, it seems.”

  She felt every inch of her skin go up in flames. “My mother is out there?”