by Lynn Stark
But she had to think. Had she found her special someone in Grayson and Roarke? It was true she found both men terribly attractive, more so than any men she had met before. But was she ready to make any kind of commitment?
Roarke’s tongue stabbed at her again, making focusing even more difficult. Obviously his intent now was to get her to focus on him. She took another bite of the chocolate, sucking on it, as she tried to imagine what he looked like there, a dark fallen angel, between her legs, his mouth connected to her body in a most intimate manner.
Marley came unexpectedly with a scream, her body arching off the desk, fire flashing along her veins as her legs tightened and her heels dug into the muscular wall of Roarke’s back. Strong hands tightened on the flesh of her ass, cupping the twin mounds tightly as he licked and sucked, taking every bit of her juices as she fell back down to the worn, wooden surface of the desk. She panted hard, her hands gripping the edges, as she reexamined the reasons why she shouldn’t involve herself with anyone at this time in her life.
All past arguments against it faded away as Roarke began suckling on her clit, winding her up again. She moaned and pushed, eager for one more. She thought about having his mouth on her as it was now while she sucked Grayson’s cock down her throat. The image was burned into her brain, a fantasy she wanted to bring to life. And if she was handcuffed again…
Marley’s next scream of pleasure had the dogs whining in distress in the hallway. She didn’t hear them. There was nothing outside her passion-hazed world.
She couldn’t think of one reason at that moment why she shouldn’t give Grayson and Roarke a chance.
* * * *
Roarke knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. As he walked into the house and dropped the groceries on the counter, he thought about their butterfly. Marley’s cooperation in her own seduction had amazed him. Actually, it had shocked him. After what Gray had told him about his visit to the gallery that morning, he had known he couldn’t wait until he saw her for himself.
“Hey, babe,” Gray whispered huskily, coming up soundlessly behind him. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close as his neck was kissed and nibbled on. “How was your day?”
“As interesting as yours,” Roarke informed him, turning in his partner’s embrace.
A dark-blond brow arched. A look of interest entered the green eyes. “And what happened that was as interesting?”
He wiggled his straight black brows. “I got to taste our pretty butterfly’s sweet little pussy.”
Gray was stunned. “How did that happen?”
“She came into the liquor store on her way home, just before I was to close up. I took her in the back, seduced her with chocolate, and then had my wicked way with her.” Roarke stroked the hardening flesh behind Gray’s zipper. “She has a naked pussy. And a butterfly tattoo on it.”
“She doesn’t!” Gray groaned and he knew it was from disappointment that he hadn’t seen it for himself.
“She does. I made her come twice.”
“Lucky bastard.”
“She’s a screamer. It’s a wonder no one called to report it.”
Gray laughed. “I wish someone had. Then I could have handcuffed both of you and had my wicked way with two sexy prisoners.”
It was Roarke’s turn to groan. “You’re going to kill me. Next time I’ll just call you myself.”
“Do that. Now, tell me, did you make plans to see her again? I wasn’t able to get back to the gallery today. I had to help round up half of Randolph Miller’s herd this afternoon. Damn cattle wouldn’t go anywhere I wanted them to. Couldn’t do much more than block the road with my cruiser. One fucking steer jumped up on the hood to make its escape. You should see the dents.”
“Which is why you left the ranching to your brothers,” Roarke reminded the man needlessly. Gray unbuttoned the white uniform shirt, peeling it back as he went. Roarke’s mouth watered, as it always did, when he saw all Gray’s sleek, tanned flesh. “I don’t want to talk about cattle anymore.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” His husky chuckle was choked off as Roarke latched onto a brown disc, suckling as his hands pulled the shirt from the waistband of Gray’s tight jeans. “Love your mouth, babe. I bet Marley loved it, too.”
He released the pebbled nipple from between his lips to look up at Gray. He grinned. “I did mention I made her scream twice, didn’t I?”
“Hmmm, impressive, but I thought it was only once.”
“Nope, it was twice.”
“I shouldn’t have left her hanging like that.”
Gray sounded so contrite Roarke knew he would have to do something to take his mind off his neglect of the woman they both wanted to fall in love with and marry.
“Come on, big boy. Let’s go get a shower, and then we can make supper.”
“I wonder what Marley’s doing for supper.”
“I imagine Ellen will make something for her. Marley said she wanted an early night. She said she didn’t get much sleep last night.” He grabbed Gray by the hand to lead him upstairs and down the long hall to their bedroom. “I was going to ask her to come over, but I didn’t want to scare her with too much too soon.”
“I’m still shocked at what happened with her today. I never thought anything like that would happen. She was so damned sexy. You should have seen her on her knees with my handcuffs on and my cock in her mouth.” Gray had told him about it when they met for lunch. Roarke had sucked his cock while he listened to every sizzling detail. The other man had obviously been reliving the moment because he had come very quickly. Now they were in their bedroom, which was across the hall from the room they planned on sharing with their wife. When they were a little more certain of Marley they could begin planning how it should be decorated or would let her do it. “Do you think we should call her?”
Working the buckle holding the package together, Roarke nodded. “We’ll call her after a bit. That way she’ll know we’re serious and not just playing with her.” He pulled the belt free, tossing it aside. Then he was carefully pulling the zipper tab down, teasing himself as much as he was teasing Gray. “I think she likes being teased into having sex.”
“The chocolate was fun. We’ll have to think of more games to play with her.”
Roarke forgot all about thinking and talking as Gray growled and shoved him none-too-gently back onto their bed. His cock ached whenever his lover got all rough and tough. Though the man liked to flex his muscles, he had never struck him, nor done anything else which would be considered cruel or abusive. Besides, Roarke liked it when the other man demonstrated how much stronger he was. Not that he was a wimp himself. No, he was six feet tall and in shape. He could hold his own when they were in the mood to wrestle for control. It was just more fun to be overpowered. He was in the mood for a little masculine domination, something Gray was very good at.
“Come get me, big boy,” Roarke invited with a laugh.
Gray growled again. His green eyes were the color of emeralds in his tanned face as he stared down at Roarke with undisguised desire. “Oh, I’m going to get you, all right. I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass until you can’t walk straight.”
Strong fingers caressed his balls for a moment before sliding beyond. They rimmed his asshole, teasing him, making him moan until he began pressing against them. It wasn’t until he was about to shoot his own load that Gray reached for a condom and the lube. A moment later he was being stretched, prepared by the man he loved. His hands stroked over the long back, exploring the powerful muscles, every ridge and valley between. Gray was incredibly fit and always had been, even when he had been the gangly-limbed cowboy who’d seduced him when they were teens.
Not that all that much seduction had been needed. Roarke had been drooling over the tall cowboy since he was fourteen. It had been a hard three years before Gray had made a move, telling him that he couldn’t wait any longer to tell him how much he loved him, and to show him. Still, he had been seventeen
to Gray’s nineteen. They hadn’t done more than kiss and stroke each other off. When he finally turned eighteen a few months later they took it to the next level. They had been each other’s firsts. Neither had known another man, though they had explored the other side of their sexual natures a few years later, when the opportunity finally arose with that hot college girl in Silver on a skiing vacation with her family.
Roarke locked his ankles around Gray’s waist as the other man pressed the head of his cock against his asshole. With one firm push he was sliding deep inside, burying himself balls deep. They both groaned at the most intimate contact. As Gray rested his forehead on Roarke’s they stared at one another for long, tender moments. Then the man above him pushed up onto his powerful arms and pulled almost all the way out of his dark channel, before plunging back in.
With his fingers curling into the sheets, he enjoyed being ridden hard, his eyes closed, imagining what it looked like. Gray was such a powerful, handsome man. His cock was long and thick, with a wide head which turned an angry red when he was close to coming. He wanted to see it plunging in and out of his ass. It had to be a beautiful thing to see. Sure, if they made some adjustments, he could see it. But he wanted to see it from a different angle, which only a mirror could provide.
“We should get mirrors,” Roarke groaned. They had talked about it before, but had never gone the next step. “I want to see how your cock looks fucking my ass.”
“We will,” Gray grunted, smiling above him. “Promise.”
“You always say that.”
“I mean it this time. I want to see that, too. And now I believe we have a lady who likes to play games. It would be fun to play them in front of mirrors. Give me that hot mouth of yours.”
Gray was a fantastic kisser. Their mouths melded together. They moaned deeply as the angle of how their bodies were connected changed. Strong arms wrapped around him, lifted him, as he continued to pound into Roarke’s asshole. The man was truly determined to fuck him until he wouldn’t be able to walk right.
When the kiss ended, Roarke grabbed his throbbing cock and began fisting it. His balls were drawing up tight to his body. “Wait until you taste our little butterfly,” he said hoarsely. He saw the darkening of Gray’s eyes and the flaring of his nostrils. The cock in his ass hardened perceptibly. “Her pussy is so smooth and sweet. I licked her from her little pink asshole to her hard little clit, her creamy juices coating my tongue.”
That did it. Gray roared and slammed into his ass, pounding into him over and over until his body arched, jerking a few times as his heavy balls emptied. Roarke’s own cock pulsed in his fist, creamy ropes of semen spurting over his hard belly and chest. He collapsed, panting, his body slick with sweat. Making love with Gray was always a fantastic workout.
And the man never forgot one very important thing. Lowering his head, he kissed him again. “I love you.”
Roarke smiled at him, his heart swelling as it always did. “I love you, too.”
And hopefully soon they would have Marley to share their love with.
* * * *
Grayson laughed as Roarke tried to cook supper while Chug, their two-year-old English bulldog, tried to skateboard in the kitchen. He had brought the board in, obviously eager to play now that his daddies were home. The hard nylon wheels clicked over the spaces between the ceramic tiles as he went from one end of the huge kitchen to the other. It wasn’t until Roarke needed to move a pan from the stove that he put a stop to the dog’s play. Bailey, their Labrador, knew enough to stay out of the way of the playful bulldog. She was stretched out on her bed in the corner, taking it easy.
“I was wondering how long you were going to let him annoy me with that,” Roarke groused as he emptied the pasta into a colander suspended in the sink. Steam billowed out and into the room. “I shouldn’t give you any of the freshly baked Italian bread I bought at the bakery. Or any of the salad I made.”
“With baby tomatoes?”
“Yes, with baby tomatoes.”
“Then I’m very sorry I let Chug annoy you.”
“You don’t sound very sorry.”
“But I am,” Grayson insisted, rising from the chair at the kitchen table to help finish putting the food on the table. “Do you know you have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen?” He leaned down and nipped Roarke’s neck. While he had showered, the other man had not, choosing to wear their combined scents for a while longer. It always turned him on. He inhaled against the warm skin, his mouth skimming over it. “Fuck, if you’re not the hottest lover I’ve ever had.”
“Would that be a male or female?”
“Male.”
“You’re safe,” Roarke teased, moaning as Grayson continued to nuzzle against his neck. His hands were now spread over the cotton-covered, washboard abs. They were like bricks. Like Grayson, Roarke had given up working on the Evans’ family ranch, where he made extra money during the summers, but working out had kept both their bodies fit in the years since. “Wait until you see Marley’s ass. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Does it have butterflies on it?” he asked eagerly, hoarsely. He wanted to forget about supper and bend his lover over the kitchen counter, fucking him again until neither of them could stand. Then his stomach growled, protesting even as his cock pressed against Roarke’s tight ass.
Roarke laughed, wriggling out of his embrace and turning around. “Down, boy! Supper first, then you can take your butterfly madness out on me all you want, until we can convince Marley that we’re the men for her.”
Since the dogs knew they wouldn’t be receiving any goodies from the table, they waited for their evening walk by the back door. Chug was stretched out on his belly, his chubby chin resting on the skateboard, peering out the corner of his eye at his daddies. A sigh escaped him, even as Bailey decided she wanted to play, poking her buddy on a meaty haunch with her nose.
Forty-five torturous minutes later they were hopping up and waiting eagerly as Grayson closed the dishwasher and set it to begin the cycle. He grabbed Roarke’s hand as the man tried to get some last-minute cleaning done before they left. The man was something of a neat freak and could get way out of control if he wasn’t reined in.
Tugging him in the direction of the door, Grayson pulled him close and kissed him. “Forget the counters. They’re clean. You can do a touch-up before we go to bed.”
The dogs ran ahead of them as they headed toward the road. Chug even left his skateboard behind in exchange for a walk along the road. Both animals waited for leashes to be attached to their collars, and then whined when Grayson playfully delayed opening the gate.
“You are so mean,” Roarke complained, taking Chug’s leash. “Come on, tough guy. Let’s burn up some ground.”
Chug sneezed and burst through the gate, all but dragging Roarke after him. Once they were moving, he stayed beside the man. Grayson walked beside his lover as Bailey sniffed out all the scents she could find. By the excitement her body was showing there were obviously many of them.
The evening was warm and the sky was filled with colors as the sun began setting. They walked down the road and took one of the streets into town. Their walks usually lasted about an hour, sometimes longer, depending upon who they ran into. Talking with neighbors was a big thing in Silver. Sometimes they just walked by with a friendly wave, but more often than not they stopped and talked to whomever they encountered.
Grayson loved Silver and had never even considered leaving it behind. Some left for adventure, the military, to live where more was happening, or to further their education, but many of those same people returned. They were always welcomed back. Personally, he had left long enough to study and train for law enforcement, a lifelong dream of his. Roarke had gone with him, studying business. Though they had enjoyed their time away, they were more than ready to be home in Silver by the time they finished school.
The town had so much to offer, but its primary gift to the citizens was the way people were accepted for who they were. T
here were so many different kinds of relationships in Silver and always had been. Though not everyone jumped out of the closet if they were gay, some easing into the open more gradually, they knew beforehand that very few would judge. Those who did were outnumbered. Polyandrous relationships were the most common. One woman loving and living with two or more men was something only outsiders even blinked at.
While Roarke had only two parents, which was considered quite an oddity in the town, Grayson’s mother Julia had two husbands, Bill and Elliot. They had been best friends for years and when it came time for them to marry, they’d decided they wanted to share one woman. So far it seemed to be working. He grinned. His mom hadn’t killed either of her husbands yet, though she often claimed she was tempted.
“How did we end up here?” Roarke asked, breaking into his thoughts.
Grayson looked around and saw they were standing in front of the Redford mansion. It was both homey and imposing Queen Anne, with its many turrets, cantilevered gables, and chimneys, though it wasn’t strictly the American style, but a combination of two, the American and Australian, which the first Redford in Silver had admired during a trip to that country. When he had returned home he had designed the house with the two styles in mind, coming up with a unique and very beautiful home. Their own Queen Anne was strictly in the American style.
“Got me.” They had both been walking along, holding hands, each lost in their own thoughts. Their walks often were done in silence. Could they really have been so involved that they subconsciously traveled the route leading to their woman? “Should we knock? It’s still early.”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Ellen’s not going to let us in with the dogs.”
Roarke laughed. “Probably not. But Marley could come down.”
The problem was solved by Marley herself, as she came around the east end of the house with the dogs. They were running and playing while she laughed at their antics.
