Hard Candy

by Angela Knight, Sheri Gilmore

  “Why didn’t you step in and help him?”

  “I’m not allowed to do certain things, like tamper with the natural outcome of everyday life.”

  Nona snorted.

  “There’s a time and a place for everything. In his torment, he’s learned to appreciate life ... and love ... more.”

  “So, now that he’s grown, he’ll get his revenge against all those who wronged him?”

  “Payback’s hell, but I’ll get my reward, too.” He kissed her hand. “Just be thankful you don’t have to relinquish her to another. There are much worse demons than I.”

  * * * * *

  Her words bit into his soul. What are you waiting for?

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” He couldn’t fight the need for her much longer. Both hands on her waist, he eased his cock up against her anus. He pushed gently. The head of his cock slipped through her relaxed sphincter. All three gasped, moaned, and groaned with the impact.

  After several seconds, she pushed back against him. He could feel her muscles grip and tighten to pull him in deeper at the same time he felt the outline of David’s cock thrust deep into her pussy. The heat from her body sucked him in, and he threw back his head in complete surrender to the sensations.

  David recovered first. He spread his legs wider with his feet planted flat on the mattress. With his teeth clenched and eyes closed, he rocked his hips into Natalie’s cunt.

  Natalie’s gasps for breath were short and fast. She rocked down into David’s thrust.

  When she tilted her hips back, Nico thrust deeper, allowing the tight grasp of her sweet ass to overpower his senses. He’d wanted to do this for so long, and now he could. He wouldn’t deny himself anymore.

  “That’s it, babe.” He rubbed his hands over her back and hips. “You like this, don’t you?”

  “Y-Yes.” Her words were broken, her creamy skin was flushed, and her hair hung in damp tendrils down her gorgeous back.

  With her admission, they set up a rhythm. When she pulled up, he pushed down to meet David’s upward thrust. It didn’t take long for them to work themselves into a sexual frenzy. The orgasm caught him in the balls first, with a burning sensation that spread into his abdomen and down his legs to his toes. Without thought to any rhythm, he rocked deep and hard into Natalie’s body, while his cries of completion mingled with David’s.

  Natalie lasted longer, but when her orgasm came, he felt the ripples through her entire body. Wave after wave rocked them until she cried out in exhaustion.

  She fell flush against David, and Nico fell on top of her, sandwiching her between the two of them. She belonged to them both, and they both belonged to him. He sighed.

  The feel of David’s cock rubbing his through the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina almost made him hard again. He kissed Natalie’s temple where damp strands of her hair lay plastered to her skin. He nibbled his way to her ear and felt her shudder beneath him. “Tell me you love me.”

  “Umm.” She smiled with her eyes closed, but didn’t make any further response.

  “What’s that mean?” He finally had the two people he wanted in his bed, and all she had to say was Umm?

  He looked at David and frowned. He had a smile on his face, but shrugged muscular shoulders covered with the sweat of his exertions.

  “Don’t look at me. I told you how I felt a long time ago.”

  “Do you still feel the same way?” Nico knew he’d treated David badly. He wouldn’t blame him if he answered no. David’s smile disappeared, and Nico’s stomach twisted in fear.

  “I’ve never felt differently, but I’d like to know how you feel.”

  Nico’s jaw clenched. He didn’t know if he could say what David and Natalie wanted to hear from him. He took a deep breath. “I’ve got the two people that mean the most to me in life right here in this bed.”

  Natalie raised her head. “And?”

  Nico frowned, not sure what else she wanted. “And I don’t intend to let them go.”

  David’s eyebrows rose. “And?”

  “What the fuck do you two want to hear?”

  Natalie’s eyes opened and she looked at David, then him. “The same words you want us to say.”

  David nodded; Nico sighed.

  “Fine.” He pulled his body up and out of the warmth of Natalie’s. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt their gazes on him but couldn’t turn around. He reached for his jeans, not bothering with socks or shoes. He needed to explain but didn’t know how. He raked a hand through his hair.

  “My mother never told me she loved me. Her family and community never accepted me, because of my being illegitimate.” He stood and zipped the jeans, leaving the snap undone. He turned to his lovers. “You two are the only people I’ve ever ... loved.” He heard the husky note in his voice and coughed to clear his throat.

  The softness glistening in Natalie’s eyes caught him off guard. Her approval almost caused his undoing. He headed for the bathroom. He wanted her to be happy, but this sentimental stuff got to him. He hoped he didn’t have to say “I love you” too often. Surely they could tell that he cared for them by his actions.

  “Where are you going?” David jumped off the bed, but Nico kept his back to his friend.

  “I need to shower.”

  “Want me to scrub your back?”

  Nico turned and saw the expression on David’s face. He knew David needed him to show him, now, that he cared and wanted him as his lover. Nico glanced at Natalie. Her eyes were closed and a smile rested on her beautiful face.

  “If you’re worried about me, don’t.” She yawned and rolled onto her stomach. “I’ll be here when you two get through.”

  Nico lifted his eyebrow. Women! She’d be no help at all in navigating him through this scenario. He looked at David. “I guess we’re on our own.”

  “Luckily for us, I know just what to do.” David winked and took his hand.

  Natalie watched Nico lay his head back while the hot water massaged his neck and shoulders. His hands fisted at his sides as David knelt in front of him, working Nico’s cock with his lips and tongue, up and down the long shaft.

  First the engorged head, a ripe plum color, then the shaft disappeared into David’s mouth and throat. A low moan escaped Nico and shivered up her spine. She stood at least three feet away, but swore she could feel every lick of David’s tongue and every nibble of his teeth. David wrapped his fingers around the base. With every downward swallow of his mouth, his hand worked lower, then up when his mouth and lips released their suction.

  The longer the encounter, the faster their momentum became with Nico’s hips thrusting forward to crash into David’s eager mouth -- over and over. Nico’s sighs and moans became hers. She eased her back down the side of the bathroom wall at the same time she slid her fingers into her cunt, brushing her sensitive clit along the way.

  She worked her fingers in and out, then around her clit in sync with David’s motions. When Nico arched his back against the shower wall, she arched hers into the bathroom wall, letting her orgasm crest with his. Their cries of release mingled in the hot, misty air of the room. David swallowed Nico’s cum as her juices slid down the cheeks of her buttocks.

  She watched David give Nico one last stroke and lick the end of his penis. Still the men were unaware of her presence, so caught up in their pleasure of each other. Their ecstasy was her ecstasy, and when Nico pulled David up and shoved him against the wall, her breath caught in anticipation.

  His strong hands grasped a bar of soap, working the suds into a lather before he drew the bar down David’s back and between the firm buttocks exposed to her view. His hands followed the trail of the soap, and Natalie imagined them on her breasts and hips.

  The bar slid to the shower floor, and long fingers disappeared into the crevice. She moaned, rocking herself against the wall with a small thudding motion. Her skin tingled with every caress of Nico’s fingers over David’s willing flesh. She knew what he intended, and a fr
esh flood of cream oozed from her pussy. She realized she had been chanting “Put it in” when her breath caught at the moment of entry.

  David’s head came back against Nico’s shoulder, and Nico’s hips surged forward. Nico stood still for a second, and both men grunted in pleasure. Then, with a growl, Nico wrapped one arm around David’s waist and another around his thigh before he drove home, riding David with everything he had.

  The shower might be on, but Natalie swore the rivulets of moisture cascading down their bodies had to be a mixture of water and sweat. Her skin burned all over, but she refused to interrupt the scene in front of her.

  She’d let them get situated in the shower before she’d slipped into the bathroom, so she could watch her two lovers together. She knew they needed time alone to get accustomed to each other without her influence.

  Nico groaned, and she came out of her daze to watch David reach back and work the base of Nico’s cock hard while he massaged the tight sac between Nico’s long legs.

  Water sprayed and trickled down David’s jaws and neck. The memory of his tongue swirling against her clit made her bite her tongue in an effort not to give her voyeur’s perch away. She discovered she liked to watch, especially these two. They meant everything to her, always had.

  The two male bodies moved in unison -- Nico’s hips, driving against David’s ass. The sight so beautiful that when his orgasm came, and Nico latched onto David’s hair and pulled him closer, Natalie moaned with the joy of watching Nico’s mouth open wide in release.

  David cried out his release at the same time, then leaned against the wall before he fell. Easing from him, Nico kissed the throbbing flesh around his jugular before turning him in his arms. Their gazes met, Nico’s still intense and fearsome from their encounter. The dark eyes closed and Nico lay his forehead against his.

  David’s heart flip-flopped in his chest at the gesture. He worked his hands over Nico’s abdomen and chest. He paused a second over a darkened nipple, leaned forward to suckle and nip, liking the surprised gasp he heard escape his reluctant lover. He smiled. Nico wouldn’t be reluctant too much longer after he taught him a few things.

  He’d reached his full height, which might be two inches shorter than Nico, but tall enough to reach his lips. David angled his mouth over Nico’s. The expected stiffening came, but lasted only a second before Nico gave in and let his tongue mate with David’s.

  Heat lanced through his abdomen to settle in his groin. His cock thickened and throbbed. He needed to feel Nico’s heat around him, but knew it would be too soon for his friend to accept anal penetration. But, soon ...

  The shower doors slid open. Steam escaped into the cooler recesses of the room as Natalie stepped into the small confines. David looked at her, and she smiled before she took each of their cocks in her hands. Sliding to her knees, she took the bar of soap and lathered their cocks, cleaning every inch with her skillful fingers. His cock hardened, then jumped when she licked one, then the other. Both men groaned at the pleasure of her hot mouth.

  “You ... know?” David closed his eyes with a gasp.

  “What?” Nico’s voice wasn’t much stronger.

  “She’s got us right ... where ... she wants us.”

  “Don’t I know it.” Nico leaned to him, and David met him halfway.

  Natalie lifted her head in the steamy atmosphere. “You two love me?”

  “Umm.” That was the only response they could give as their lips searched for what the other could provide.

  * * * * *

  Ah, another Valentine’s Day. His favorite time of year, next to Halloween. The sun shone bright, and a brisk, chill breeze scurried down the neck of his shirt to cool his ever-hot skin. He had the family he’d always wanted. Something his boss didn’t seem too happy about, but ... what the hell.

  After seven years, Nico and Natalie were pregnant with his second grandchild and living with Sophia. Without cutting down the old oak tree, they’d renovated the old house to include rooms for David and several babies. There, the three could share the unique love they all held for each other.

  With a growing family to protect, what more could he ask for? Luke adjusted his sunglasses on his nose, then turned and walked down the sidewalk. He didn’t answer that question and ignored the stab of loneliness that encased his cold heart. Technically, he still had the same job. No woman in her right mind would accept what he was. But -- he shrugged his shoulders -- he’d met all his obligations, as he’d promised. Well, maybe not all ...

  A little boy with black, curly hair and big brown eyes lay sprawled across the concrete, crying, while his glasses lay broken beside him. A gang of bigger boys walked away, shouting taunts over their shoulders.

  Luke frowned and drew nearer. He heard the boy mumbling into the dirt.

  “I hope they rot in --”

  “That’s not a very nice sentiment on Valentine’s Day.”

  The boy looked up. Luke smiled at the smudge of dirt on the boy’s upturned nose. He had his mother’s pretty face ...

  “Well, I’m gonna tell my mom and she’ll put a hex on their butts.”

  ... and colorful imagination. Luke’s eyebrows rose. Without a word, he removed a piece of candy, wrapped in red foil, from his pants pocket. He offered the sweet to the boy, who had his father’s and grandfather’s eyes.

  The boy accepted the candy with a smile.

  “I’m sure she will.” Luke threw his head back and laughed.

  Sheri Gilmore

  When Sheri Gilmore isn’t creating romantic sexual fantasies for her readers, she’s a registered nurse, wife, and a mother of three. Her most favorite cities are New Orleans, San Francisco, and New York City, but she’s always wanted to visit San Antonio, Santa Fe, and Las Vegas. Visit Sheri on the Web at www.sherisecrets.com.

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  FORTUNE’S STAR

  Morgan Hawke

  ~0~

  Armored Media Corporation

  Estrella City, Temperance Prime

  Luxi smiled as the data from the feed jacked into the base of her skull flowed smoothly through her internal computational array. The upgrade had been well worth the credits. The department’s incoming and outgoing communications data was barely touching her conscious thoughts, with not one trace of lag-time.

  She turned her face to the tall windows right by her desk and peered out over the city’s vista. Sunlight gleamed on the towers and spires of Uppercity’s business district. Below her, two-man gliders and private sedan cruisers wove around massive freight hovers as they zipped along the traffic-filled airways.

  Musing on the different levels of speeding air traffic, she ran her fingers lightly over her hair, making sure that the silver clip was still securely fastened. She didn’t need her rolled and coiled waist-length hair unraveling and getting caught on the data-jack. As curly as her hair was, the bright red strands had a nasty habit of wrapping tightly around the feed wire. She utterly refused to cut it, not when it was her best feature, so keeping it tightly bound was her only option.

  The entry door chimed gently, then slid to the side, opening with a soft hiss. A tall businessman stalked in from the outer hallway.

  Luxi stared at the tall man filling her tiny receptionist alcove and felt every hair on her body rise. Her throat tightened for no good reason whatsoever. “Welcome to Armored Media Corp.” Her voice came out breathless.

  There was something terribly wrong with him.

  He didn’t look odd; in fact, he might have been considered handsome. He had strong, clean-shaven features and his shoulder-length sable hair was neatly trimmed. Broad shoulders filled out his simple but sedately expensive fawn overcoat with no sign of the paunch that most Uppercity businessmen carried. The single-button chocolate dress suit he wore under his long coat was also understated, but the super-fine material and the tailored cut reeked of money.

  She’d seen lots of businessmen dressed like this, and quite a few from off-world that were dressed far more exotically. None
of them had ever given her a case of the chills.

  He turned to Luxi and smiled. “I’m here to see Gentle-fem Symposia?” He held out his data card.

  And every instinct in Luxi’s body screamed that she was in danger.

  Luxi took the card very carefully so as not to make actual physical contact with his fingers. She swallowed. “One moment please.” She swiped it through the desktop scanner, then routed his data to Gentle-fem Symposia’s office. His information consisted of a single name, and that was it.

  Vincent

  Luxi frowned. He must be some kind of private consultant. She handed the card back.

  He turned away and stared at one of the tasteful but boring prints on the cream wall by the inner door. Luxi was clearly beneath his notice, and that suited her just fine.

  Mercy Symposia, director of the Executables department of Armored Media, strode briskly into the reception alcove from the inner door. As usual, she appeared conservatively professional with her dark blond hair in an elegant upsweep, yet sleek in her tailored black suit-dress. Chin up and smiling, she took Vincent’s outstretched hand. “I’m so glad you could see me on such short notice.”

  Vincent bowed over Gentle-fem Symposia’s hand, then released it. “I found an opening in my schedule that permitted.”

  Luxi transferred data while keeping half an eye on the pair. What was it that set her off? Very casually, she stood up to get a better look. She swept her hands down her sleek and less-than-expensive, but nicely tailored, dove-gray business dress. She fiddled with a few folders on the upper ledge of her desk while trying not to look directly at either of them.