by Marie Jermy
“Oh, God, no.”
Nick lay still on his back, completely relaxed, and let Steve do all the loving. His cock sheathed in the wet heat of her pussy, Jez gripped his thighs with hers, moaning with every loving thrust of Steve’s cock in her ass. Steve picked the pace up, and he framed her face and kissed her lips before ducking down to tongue the hollow in her beautiful throat. “You’re so lovely.”
“Mmm,” she sighed and then an excited shout flew from her mouth as her pussy muscles clenched around his cock with an orgasm that was immediately followed by Steve, who groaned wildly and shot his load in her ass, still thrusting his cock in and out like he wanted every drop wrung from him.
The pool of Steve’s cum he felt scorching the head of his cock was the trigger to his own detonation. Sliding his hands to tightly grasp her waist, he held her in place and pumped his hips beneath her while his seed spurted from his cock and flooded her inner walls.
“Jeez,” Steve wheezed. “I’m so sorry I jumped the gun, but your ass, sugar…” He inhaled a breath. “The way you came, squeezing Nick’s cock. I felt everything.”
“Oh, God, I don’t think I can move,” Jez mumbled, her heavy pants hot against his shoulder where her head lay.
“Hang on, sugar, I’ll lift you.”
“No. Stay in me a little while longer, Steve.”
Steve chuckled. “Good?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“I’m still here, you know.” Nick feigned hurt. “Wasn’t I good?” She found and tweaked his nipple. “That’s nice.”
“What’s nice?”
“She’s pinching my nipple.”
“I want my nipples pinched.”
Jez’s laughing was muffled. “You two arguing again? Naughty boys get their asses spanked.”
“Yes, we do,” Nick and Steve chorused.
Chapter 19
Steve cracked an eye open then the other, and his gaze slowly came to rest on the drawn curtains. Discounting the sound of Nick’s heavy breathing, why was it so quiet and still? Why the hell were the curtains giving off a strange glow? And why was he sweating buckets?
He glanced down. The duvet was all on his side and half on the floor. Well, that explained why he was hot. He pushed it off his chest, allowing him to breathe easier and cool down. He lifted his head and looked across the king-sized bed. Over on the far side, Nick lay on his side, facing him, his face relaxed in deep sleep. Jez lay between them completely curled up in the fetal position at an angle, her butt in Nick’s stomach while her head and the mass of tangled, golden hair lay near his elbow. Steve wished he had her ass, but then again when she woke, she would see him first.
He again looked at the curtains and its strange glow. He couldn’t quite make it out. Nor the stillness. Carefully, he slid out from under the duvet and padded across to the window to draw the drapes aside. He gasped at the white and frozen landscape that greeted him. The snow that the blizzard had dumped over the land was extremely deep, well over waist-high because he couldn’t see the tops of the fence posts that circled the backyard. Even the wooden gazebo down at the bottom was more of an igloo than a summer retreat. The snow lay perfectly crisp and even, the muffling effect of its depth now apparent for the stillness of the air. He’d hazard a guess that that strange glow on the curtains was from the snow’s reflection on the window.
Tiny shivers started running over his bare flesh. Damn, he didn’t like the cold and now that he was in Montana he was rapidly coming to hate the winter. He didn’t want that. He wanted to love every season in the town that had become his home with the same intensity he loved the two people sleeping peacefully behind him.
How they’d managed to get to the bedroom last night after their glorious fucking was anybody’s guess. Three-way anal and then fucking Jez’s ass while Nick buried his cock in her pussy had totally blown his mind from here to Pluto. It didn’t get any better than that. Yet they had made it upstairs, and he and Nick had been glad of it. More spanking and orgasms followed, and then when snuggling down and kissing them good night, Jez had said to each of them, “I love you.” Her commitment had been so heartfelt, his own words of love had stuck in his throat. She hadn’t minded. After telling him, “You tell me you love me every time you look at me,” he knew she was theirs for life. In fact, their brief discussed future plans sealed it. They were for better, for worse, and all the rest of it.
A low moan sounded. Jez was waking up. Steve grinned and just as carefully returned to bed. Not even the polar conditions of the weather could dampen his good mood. As he feigned sleep, he just about contained his excitement on the mouthwatering things he could do when Jez and Nick woke up. There was no way she was going to bolt from the bed again like she had before. No way in hell. If she had problems, she wouldn’t hide them. She was honest, open, and loving. Wasn’t she?
* * * *
Like it always did—well, apart from the first time she woke up next to Nick and Steve and suffered with a momentary lapse in concentration that wouldn’t be repeated—her very first thought blew away the sleep cobwebs from Jez’s brain.
She needed to shave.
Jez sat up and checked her men. On her right, Nick lay on his side, snoring softly. To her left, Steve lay on his back, his mouth slightly agape, his breathing deep and even. She doubted a hurricane would wake them.
Feeling secure that she wouldn’t disturb them, she went to slip down the bed when a bracelet of steel suddenly clamped around her wrist and stopped her. She risked a look over her shoulder. It was Steve. She’d thought he’d been sound asleep. However, he’d just been giving the illusion of slumber as his hazel eyes were wide open and directed at her. His easygoing persona had vanished, in its place a stony face. She shuddered. Jeez, he was really scary.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“The loo.” Her voice wobbled.
“Really?”
Beside her, to her other side, Nick suddenly became alert and also held her other wrist in a viselike grip. She risked another look. There was a sharp glint to his midnight eyes. “You’ve got PCOS,” he stated matter-of-fact, his tone grim. “Like Daisy has.”
“This could break us,” Steve added.
“Why, what do you mean?”
“We’ve been honest with you. Why couldn’t you be honest with us?”
“I was. I mean, I am.”
Steve slowly shook his head. “If you had been, you would have told us about your PCOS. But you didn’t. You kept it to yourself. How are we supposed to understand or support you if you don’t tell us something as important as that?”
His whole demeanor was hard, and inside, she felt her heart split. “It was hard, it’s not something—”
“So is life, sugar.”
The endearment spoken wasn’t sweet, instead laced with contempt. Her eyes watered and a single tear slipped down her cheek. She knew the others would follow if she didn’t escape quickly. She couldn’t face them with a hairy chin, she just couldn’t. Nick’s eyes marginally softened, though his tone remained grim.
“Go to the bathroom and do what you have to do, then come back. We need to talk.”
She nodded gratefully, but before she went any further, Steve cut in, his tone even harsher.
“No! If she loves us then she’ll stay and let us see her.”
Amid the cracking of her heart, a tiny spark of fury ignited. She thought they understood. “And if you love me, you wouldn’t ask me to stay. I’m not like Daisy. I never will be.”
“We know.” Nick frowned and turned to Steve. “You’re being a dick. Let her go.”
Steve opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, and nodded. “We’re not going anywhere. Take as much time as you want.” The accompanying smile almost reached his eyes.
Her legs were like Jell-O as Jez stumbled to the bathroom down the hall. On one hand, she was relieved they weren’t going to run. Deep in her heart, she knew they were sincere in that. However, on the other, she cou
ldn’t believe their reaction, especially Steve’s. He’d been harsh, his easygoing, smiling persona gone in the blink of an eye. He obviously didn’t like being lied to. Not that she had lied. She had just said nothing. Which, she supposed, amounted to the same thing.
She sighed and filled the sink with warm water. Her hand went to reach for her bag when she remembered it wasn’t in the bathroom but back in the bedroom on the floor where Nick had put it last night. Oh, shit, no! It looked like she’d have to face them with a hairy chin.
There was a knock on the door. It was Nick. “I’ve got your bag.”
Jez spun around and squelched a fearful sob as the door began to swing open. Why hadn’t she turned the lock? Then again, why should she? Surely she could trust Nick and Steve not to disturb her. The door stopped halfway, her bag appeared by her feet, and then the door was closed. She hadn’t seen Nick and he didn’t see her. Her eyes brimmed with a new wave of tears. Shame? Relief? Gratitude? Actually, she didn’t know what the feeling was, but the tears ran down her face. What she did know was that if she didn’t stop, she won’t be able to see to shave, and she’d end up cutting herself. Then it would be shame she’d feel.
When Jez finished and packed away her razor, she wrapped her naked body in a large bath towel, however, upon opening the door, she found her clothes outside, dry and neatly folded. She quickly dressed, wondering why Nick hadn’t said anything. After all, Nick left her bag. Maybe it had been Steve? She’d liked if it were Steve, but she didn’t really think so.
Nick was not in the bedroom, but Steve was. He sat on the end of the bed, dressed in jeans and a sweater. His handsome face wore a miserable frown. His feet looked huge. She didn’t smile when she realized he had at least three pairs of thermal socks on. His face visibly brightened when he noticed she was staring at his feet, but it didn’t last long.
“Nick’s downstairs, making coffee. Well, coffee for you and me, hot chocolate for him.”
The joke fell flat. Steve patted the bed next to him. She shook her head. “No.” That sounded mean, even for her. “I mean, not yet.”
“Okay.” He got up and began pacing. “Sugar, Jez, forgive me? I’m a prick. A big one. I wasn’t thinking. I just saw you were gonna bolt and I wanted to know why. But there’s no explanation needed. I know why.” He glanced in her direction, understanding in his eyes. “No need to say. I understand how hurtful and embarrassing it is for you. And you’re so right. Daisy is such a force that I didn’t realize other women—you—would be different.” He stopped before her, his hazel eyes earnest and kind. “I love you. So does Nick. How can we make it up to you? We’ll do anything.”
She felt better. A lot better. Her love for them surged. Still, she had to ask. “Do you still want me?”
His eyes widened. “Want you? Maybe you didn’t hear me. Nick and I love you. You. You’re ours, Jez. Nick’s angel and my sugar.”
Hope flared brighter. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Hey, there’s no need for you to apologize.” He gestured to the bed. “Please sit.”
She sat down expecting Steve to sit beside her. He didn’t. He got down on his knees in front of her and took her hands in his, holding them gently but firmly.
“Give us a chance. Your condition, I know it’s a big thing for you, but to us it doesn’t matter.”
“It should.”
“Well, it doesn’t.” His tone was abrupt, surprising her. Perhaps that hope was misplaced. “Nick, tell her that her PCOS doesn’t matter to us.”
Nick followed the aroma of coffee and hot chocolate into the room. He was dressed the same as Steve, just without the three pairs of socks. He put the tray of three mugs down on the nightstand, then he, too, got on his knees before her. Even now on the floor they were in their usual positions, Nick to the right and Steve to the left. He opened his mouth, but Jez got in first.
“It should matter. I can’t face you in the morning!”
Nick nodded. “Not now but maybe later?”
“Maybe never.” Nick and Steve exchanged determined glances. “Maybe never,” she repeated.
Steve blew out a breath. “Okay, we accept that. Just don’t shut us out. Talk to us, sugar. Together we can do anything.” He rolled his eyes. “Shit, that sounds so clichéd.” He grew solemn again. “Do you still want us?”
It was her turn to look surprised at Steve’s question. She squeezed his hands. “I love you.” She shook one hand free and palmed Nick’s cheek. His own hand covered hers. “I love you.”
“And we love you,” Nick said. “Jez, trust us, we’re not going anywhere. We want to be by your side for life. Me to your right and Steve to your left.” He grinned slyly. “Which means when we ask you to marry us, and we will—”
“When?” she cut in, her joy overtaking everything else.
“We love it when you get impatient. How about now?” Steve flicked a glance at Nick and together they asked, “Jez, will you marry us?”
“Yes!”
“Excellent. Now what was I saying?” Nick pondered a moment before his sly grin got bigger. “Ah, yes. When we marry, I’ll be your lawful husband.”
Steve shoulder barged him. “Swap sides now.”
“No way!”
Jez giggled. Her men were arguing and there was no sweeter sound. Life with Nick and Steve was going to be fun, filled with love and laughter and probably a few arguments but definitely no running.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hmm, let’s see. Well, I was born on August 1, which makes me a Leo. So am I a lioness? Yes, although I only show my claws when provoked. I am married to Richard and have three children, collectively and affectionately known as “The A-Team,” so called because their first names start with an “A.” I would consider myself to be quite crafty, a trait inherited from my late father, and clever. (Well, I like to think so!) I also have a sarcastic, sometimes dirty sense of humor, and because of my time employed by the police, I am completely unshockable. When I’m not writing or looking after the kids, I can be found with my nose stuck between the pages of a romance novel or a book about the Titanic.
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