Belle didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. They wanted her around not for good loving, but for her knowledge? Wow, had she gotten this all wrong. She felt like a fool. Did she look like one, too?
Gage seized her hand. “Belle? Darlin’, look at me.”
She felt Trey stroke her arm.
She gulped and trained her gaze on Gage.
“We had the research planned before we came. Before we met you. Before we enjoyed being with you. And now that we have and we see how lovely you are, how sweet and smart, we want to stick around. We want to be with you.”
“Belle, cara,” Trey crooned. “We thought you’d like the idea of being with us. Helping us. But we want your company. You.”
She bristled with excitement. Beneath the table, Gage’s foot slid over to stroke hers.
Trey’s knee pressed hers. “Belle, with all your long auburn hair. And those pink lush lips. And your dreamy purple eyes. Honey, you’re a vision. A ripe and delicious-looking woman who needs good company. And we want to show you how we treasure you.”
With compliments like that, what was a girl to do? Say no? Not likely. Say absolutely? Darn right! Say…
“I would love to help you. Be with you.”
“We don’t want to rush you,” Trey said. “But if you prefer one of us, the other would be disappointed, but good with that.”
If I prefer one of you? If? Her mind whirled. There was no question in her mind now about the topic they really discussed. With a few teensy issues left barring the way, she knew she was now ready to take the Challenge. “You don’t have relationships back home in Dallas with anyone who might get jealous? I wouldn’t want to damage—”
“No,” Trey replied. “I need a woman who gets in my head, first. I haven’t met nay like that in years.”
“And I meet too many women who are looking at my wallet, first,” Gage said.
“Where are their brains?” she wondered, then collected her own. “Have you both been attracted to the same woman before?”
“We have. Once.” Gage played with her fingers. “Trey and I know we have the same tastes. We don’t let jealousy become a problem. We know how to share.”
Wow. Two men who share. Had she ever dreamed of such a thing? She squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy was getting all swollen and juicy just imagining the fun she was about to have.
Trey fiddled with her wedding ring. “But the last time we shared was years ago. We haven’t found a woman in a very long time who is fascinating. And you, Belle Sterling, are one rare and exciting lady.”
The waiter appeared at Gage’s elbow. “Have you had a chance to look at the menu?”
“We certainly have,” Gage told him, checking Trey’s face and then Belle’s.
The waiter nodded in deference to Belle. “For starters, we have the soup or the salad. What would the lady like?”
She considered the possibilities. With a knowing smile at Trey and then Gage, she looked up at the waiter and told him. “Both.”
Chapter Three
Belle pushed back from the main table in the country club dining room to discuss staging Carla throwing her bridal bouquet with the photographer. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered to Gage who sat on one side of her. “This shouldn’t take long,” she told Trey on her other side.
Both men, large and damn mouth-watering in black tuxedos and snowy white shirts, were melting her down by the minute. Hard enough to keep her mind on business with them both hovering near her, she had to ensure that Carla’s intimate wedding went off without a hitch. Clearly, her friend was so in love that she was gaga. And clearly, Belle was so hot and wet to have these two new men in her life that she wondered if she still spoke English when she talked.
“What is up with you and those friends of Jed?” Rory slid alongside her as the two of them headed for the photographer taking pictures of Carla’s family at the next table.
“Do I look funny?”
Rory tossed her curly black hair over her shoulder and chuckled. “No. You look alive. Eager as a kid to open birthday gifts. What is going on, Belle?”
Thrilled at Rory’s observations, she pondered what to say. She hadn’t told Rory about her yearnings for a man in her bed. In fact, she hadn’t told her anything about her online friends, the Cougars. It wasn’t that Belle was afraid of what Rory would think. Frankly, Belle deemed her sexual desires a subject she didn’t have to share with anyone. But Rory had lost the love of her life five years ago in Iraq and in many ways, she still hadn’t gotten over it.
“I am going to have an affair, Rory.”
“Well, it’s about time.”
“Pardon me?” Belle came to a halt.
“You have needed a man to put his boots under your bed, Belle Sterling, for quite a while.” Rory tipped her head in the direction of the main table. “Which one?”
Belle licked her lower lip, shifted from side to side and felt how juicy her cunt was. How swollen. “Not sure yet.” Tonight, after this, we are all meeting for a private party on my patio near the pool.
“Do they care who is first?”
Last night, each man told me at dinner that they would leave the choice up to me. I had all day to decide. All day to get good and hot and bothered while I finished preparing for Carla’s wedding here tonight. Belle hooted. “Gee. Is there anything you don’t see?”
“Not really.” Rory widened her big baby blues. “I envy you.” Her gaze drifted toward the photographer. A young man, thirty years of age, tops.
“You can do this, too, you know.” Belle encouraged her and recalled what her friend Autumn had written to her in an instant message earlier today.
You can do this, Belle. Make a choice between them. But remember, too, you can also make the choice to have both men. At once. It sounds like they might consider a ménage. Maybe even have had practice at it. You won’t know until you propose it. And you owe it to yourself to ask.
Rissa, too, had encouraged her to go for broke. Her email read something like—
Why limit yourself to one? Go for both and get double the pleasure!
“You owe it to yourself,” Belle told Rory now.
“Maybe I will,” Rory said and made a beeline for the ladies room.
Belle sighed. She knew her friend too well. If Rory ever had the same opportunity, she would think about it for far too long. And her chance to grab some joy would fly away.
“But mine won’t,” Belle told herself.
Minutes later, when she rejoined Trey and Gage at the table, Gage signaled the waiter to get her another glass of white burgundy.
Trey leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Want to dance?”
She adored his brilliant green eyes. “I do. You won’t mind?” she asked Gage.
His blue eyes sparkled. “My turn next.”
Out on the floor, Trey clasped her tightly to him. The warm sinuous feel of his muscles made her melt. His lips on her earlobe had her sighing. “Tonight is going to be a wonderful experience.”
She gazed up into his sensuous eyes. Her arm drew his marvelous chest closer, his body rippling beneath her fingertips. “I think so, too.”
“I’m going to take care of your every desire. Your every need.”
Her breasts swelled. “And I want to take care of yours.”
“I know you will. I can see it in your eyes, on your beautiful mouth. I can even feel your nipples as hard as diamonds now. Hungry, aren’t you, cara?”
She grinned. “Trey, you can’t imagine how wet I am.”
“Oh. I can imagine. But I want to see.” He spoke against her cheek. “And feel. And taste.”
She shuddered against him.
He hugged her a little. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m cutting in,” Gage crooned, and Trey passed her to his arms with grace and ease.
Securely in Gage’s embrace, she noted the slightly different feel of him in her arms. He was taller, solid steel, and, if it was possible, a better dancer.
&
nbsp; “I have been thinking all day about both of you,” she whispered.
Gage grinned as he took her in a turn. “Have you now? And who’s it going to be, darlin’?”
“I want you both,” she told him in a rush of courage. “Both at the same time.”
She held her breath, fearing he might stop them both on the dance floor, make a scene and leave her there with her hope in her hand. All alone.
“Oh, Belle, baby.” He squeezed her so hard against his hard body that her slick, demanding little pussy threatened to come right there in delight. “Let’s go home and party.”
* * * * *
She had designed her pool and patio with seduction in mind. Walt had chuckled at her when she told him, but he had enjoyed the hell out of the addition once Clay had gone off to college. The old Victorian house had belonged to her parents and had been vacant for years when she decided to fix it up. She’d even begun her events business here. But after Walt passed away and she’d sold their ranch, the pool had become the focus of her recreation and her relaxation. When she’d had it built, she’d told the architect to give her a cascade of water over rocks, a hot tub in one corner and in the other a set of inlaid seats set down waist high in the water. Jade green tiles along the sides and a floral motif on the bottom were lit by subtle lamps inset to the walls. Privacy was a must because she loved to swim in the nude. A cabana shielded the pool from the forest behind it. A tall fence did the trick on the other side, while her extension on the house for her B&B completed the seclusion she craved.
“I like what you’ve done,” Gage complimented her as they strolled out onto the patio and she explained about the construction. “You have taste and a flair for modernizing. We saw it in your office. What you did for Carla’s wedding, too.”
“You understand how to blend the old with the new,” Trey added as they halted, poolside.
She wiggled her eyebrows at them both. “I seem to be getting better at that.”
Gage’s face went stark with sexual need. His white shirt open at the throat, his black tie loose around his neck, he seemed even more carefree than she’d yet seen him. “I know you’re great at it already.”
Trey removed his tux jacket and flung it over a lounge chair. “A lot of women would have hang-ups having a relationship with a younger man.”
That stung a bit and Belle did not want them to get the wrong idea about her. “Who says I didn’t take a while to think about it?” she challenged them. “I am not some old chick who slips into bed with younger men at the drop of a hat.”
Gage came up to her, wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. In one swift move, he had one hand cupping her nape and one pressing her so tightly to him her pussy could feel the steel of his cock. And then he kissed her. Long, hard, and with the movement of his mouth and his tongue, he claimed her. “Listen, baby. We know you’re not an easy mark. We worried you’d send us packing.”
She felt another set of hands on her, cupping her ass, defining the cleft of her buttocks through the long, emerald chiffon, strapless gown she’d worn to the wedding.
Trey’s voice was in her ear. “We think you’re lovely. Lonely. Turn her around, Gage. There.” Trey cupped her face, his thumbs tracing her cheeks and the edges of her mouth. “You’re special. A woman who really likes men.”
“I really like both of you,” she sighed as Trey stroked her throat with the backs of his fingers and Gage pushed aside her long hair and kissed the back of her neck. Her breasts were about to burst from this damn dress. And her pussy? Well, god. Damn good thing she hadn’t worn any panties tonight. What for? She would have gone naked if she could have gotten away with it.
She could feel Gage’s fingers on the side zipper of her gown. “Can I take this off you now, darlin’?”
“Mmm, yes. Please.” She’d be nude and they’d see all of her. But what the hell? Hadn’t this been the intent of all those gym visits? The yoga? The crunches? She felt Gage’s deft touch release the gown so it slid to the tiles.
Each man took a step back.
Each man ran his gaze down her body. And sucked in his breath.
Gage was the first to recover. “I knew you’d be ravishing without your clothes. Christ, what breasts.” He reached out to lift one and thumb her areola. “Beautiful, huge nipples.”
She shifted from one foot to the other. “You’re making me blush.”
“Am I making you wet?” he asked on a breath of sound.
“Soaked!” she laughed.
Gage leaned down and took her tip in his mouth.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, her eyes closing, Trey cradling her back into his embrace.
“Your nipple is as hard as steel and your breasts as soft as down.” He shot a glance up at Trey. “She’s all real, Trey. All pretty flesh. Just like we thought.”
She caught her breath as Gage tickled her nipple with the tip of his tongue. “You talked about me?”
Trey hugged her from behind. “Of course, we did, cara. How could we not? From the first minute we saw you, we knew we wanted you. Had to have you. Any way you wanted. One. One at a time. Or—”
“Both together?” she asked eager, panting now with her cream running down the insides of her thighs.
“We hoped, darlin’.”
“Why?” This is the most daring thing I have ever done.
Trey stroked her navel. “We know the excitement of it. How special it should be. But it can be enjoyed most with that rare woman who knows how to revel in it.”
“And you’ve done this once before?”
“We did. Years ago Gage and I shared a woman. For one night. Her time limit. We loved the night. The thrill of it. The sharing. But after it was done, Gage and I have never found another woman. Until you. Know why?”
She shook her head. “Tell me.”
“Few women really know how to enjoy the moment.” His fingers sank to her pussy where he cupped her swollen labia.
“Fewer still who can take two men at the same time and make them each feel like a king,” Gage whispered.
“How do you know I can?” she managed to get out, Gage biting her nipple and then licking it to soothe it.
“You’re all woman, baby.” Gage sank his splayed fingers into the hair at her crown. “And you can laugh and talk and enjoy any man you happen to fancy.”
“Oh. You’re so right, Gage Wagner.” Her gaze melted into his smoldering one.
Trey laughed and sent his fingers along her slit. “And you fancy us.”
“Damn straight, I do.”
Trey twirled her around to face him. His jovial mouth turned up, making her mad to kiss him. “Come on, cara. Wrap those damn toned legs around me and let me feel how much you want me. Us.”
Empowered by what they had told her, she shook her hair out and got her balance. “You both don’t play fair. I’m hot as a firecracker on the fourth of July and you’re still dressed.”
Trey’s shoulders shook with mirth. “You want us to strip?”
Her mouth twitched. “I do.” She pointed an index finger at his crotch and Gage’s. “No fair you can see my nipples and my pussy hair.” She ran her palms over her rib cage and down her hips like a sultry cat. “But I can’t see what assets you’ve got hidden under those trousers? No, sirs. No fair.” She pivoted on her toes and strode to the cabana bar, faced them and flung out her arms along the cool granite. “Take ’em off. Show me what I’m gonna get if I’m a good girl.”
Both men checked each other’s gaze, nodded and then began what became the most scintillating male striptease she had ever seen.
Moving with a rhythm only the three of them heard in their heads, the two men began by displaying electric neon smiles. Gage, blonde and tanned, toned. Trey, dark and golden, sculpted.
Each man began with a fist to his tie and flung it off. Then came the studs to their dress shirts, one of Trey’s sticking, and him ripping the fabric off over his big handsome hands. Their chests were waxed, corded
and hunkilicious. Was she ever going to have time to savor every part of each of them?
Gage had lean hips and that special muscular vee that darted into his blond bush. And as the trousers slid down his thighs, Belle gasped at the length of his cock. Pointed at her, his shaft was red and thick, kind of hooked to one side.
“You like?” he asked, hands on his hips.
“Oh, I do.” She bit her lower lip. “I’m going to have a wonderful time sucking that for you.”
Trey grunted. He had waited for Gage to reveal his goods first.
Belle lifted her chin at him. “Let’s see the Sandoval family jewels, honey.”
In one swift step, he lifted a leg and strode forward out of his trousers.
“Oh, my,” she exclaimed.
“Mine’s shorter than Gage’s, but just as talented.”
“I bet it is, sweetie. I’m gonna enjoy seeing just how talented.”
They advanced on her.
“Where would you like to start the festivities?” Gage asked her, running the tips of his fingers down the slope of one breast.
“I want you to begin by kissing me there,” she told them on a whisper and pointed at the pool. “Over in the shallow end in the submerged lounges.”
They checked the space out and each took a hand.
“If you like it there,” Gage said, “then we do, too.”
“This afternoon,” she told them, “I put a supply of condoms inside the pool towels. Over there.”
“We really don’t need them, cara,” Trey announced.
“We’re healthy,” Gage added. “I haven’t been with a woman since I was last tested. Four months ago.”
“Same for me,” Trey added. “Six months or more, maybe.” He grinned widely.
“Saving yourselves?” she asked on a whimsical note.
“For you, we see now,” Gage affirmed.
“Still. I need you to use them.”
Trey’s brows knit. “You’re not still capable of—”
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