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by Lexi Blake, Sophie Oak

  It wasn’t enough. It felt like heaven, but she needed more. Much more.

  “I don’t think she’s happy yet, Lucas.” Aidan had a wide smile on his face. “I think our lovely sub requires more.”

  “She has always been hard to handle, Master.”

  “I can believe that. No one man could ever handle Lexi Moore. But two, I think two might be able to take her down.” Aidan leaned over and kissed her clit, sending a firestorm across her skin.

  Lucas, not one to be left behind, went back to his previous occupation of fucking her with his tongue. He drove his tongue deep up inside, eating her pussy like he was a starving man. He twisted and turned that tongue, finding a place that made her scream.

  And Aidan sucked her clit into his mouth. The nub went off like a rocket. She moaned as the orgasm took her. She let herself float down as they continued to eat away. Every lick and kiss and thrust of tongue made her shiver and shake. She felt boneless as they lapped up her cream.

  Aidan brought his head up. She could see the evidence of her arousal coating his chin. “Lucas, I taste like our sweet girl.”

  Lucas pulled himself away. His lips were slick with her cream. His eyes were lit with mischief. “I don’t believe you, Master.”

  “Come see for yourself.” Aidan put a hand around the back of Lucas’s neck and pulled him close.

  She watched as the two men she loved more than life itself kissed. There was nothing soft and sweet about it. They devoured each other, licking her pussy juice off each other’s mouths. Their tongues played, each fighting for dominance. They were beautiful together. She couldn’t take her eyes off them. Every muscle in her body was replete with satisfaction. She would be content to lay here and watch them fuck, but they had other plans in mind.

  They broke off their kiss and turned back to her.

  “Lucas, get under her. Take that pussy.” Aidan’s cock bobbed, hitting his rock hard abs as he ordered Lucas to get into place.

  Lucas wasted not a moment. He sheathed his dick in a condom and took her by the hips, flipping her over. Suddenly she was straddling his hips, her breasts tickling against his chest. He dragged her into place. His cock brushed her clit. She hadn’t thought she could get interested again quite so fast, but that dick rubbing against her pussy had her panting for more. Lucas reached down between them and guided his cock to her slit. He soaked himself in her juice and started to press home.

  She leaned against his chest as he pushed that cock inside, fighting to gain each inch of territory.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight. I have no idea how Aidan’s going to fit.” He pushed down on her hips to force his way inside. She felt him slide in and groan as he seated himself fully.

  Immediately there was a hand on her lower back. “I’ll fight my way in if I have to. This asshole belongs to me.”

  He parted her cheeks, and she felt him move between her legs. Lucas held them both still, though she wanted to move. She wanted to fuck the cock she was currently impaled on, but another cock pushed insistently at her backside. Aidan spread her cheeks wide and fit his cockhead to her asshole.

  She looked into Lucas’s emerald eyes as she felt Aidan start to breach her.

  “It’s all right, baby. Give it time. Relax.” Lucas’s words soothed her.

  But not much. This wasn’t exactly comfortable. “It’s hard to relax when someone is shoving a two-by-four up my ass.”

  Both men chuckled. She could feel that laughter deep inside.

  “It’s not quite a two-by-four, but I’ll take that as a compliment.” Aidan stroked in and out in small increments, gaining ground with each careful thrust.

  She laid her head on Lucas’s chest. There was nothing to do. She wanted them both, and she had to get through this first time. It would get better or people wouldn’t do this so often. Lucas had done this. Aidan had done this. She could do it. The sound of Lucas’s strong heart beating like a jackhammer inside his chest eased her ache. He wanted this. Aidan wanted it. She would never deny her men. Not ever again.

  Slowly Aidan took her until she could feel his balls brush her backside. She wondered if Lucas could feel him, too.

  “I’m in. You were right. This is the tightest asshole I’ve ever been in,” Aidan said with a groan.

  “Well, Master, you’ve only been in two,” Lucas replied, a light smile on his face as though he deeply enjoyed being in that exclusive club. “You really don’t have much room to compare. We’ll have to go another round. I have more experience than you.”

  Lexi could hear the indignation in Aidan’s huff. “Your previous experience is over. No more playing around for you. You get two lovers the rest of your life.”

  Lucas’s face tightened, and his eyes took on a glossy sheen. One hand held on to her hip, but the other moved off. She suspected it now caressed Aidan’s hip. “I don’t want anyone else. Not ever again. This is my home.”

  Lexi felt something inside ease. Home. Home wasn’t a place. It was a feeling. It was this amazing sense of comfort and peace. It was a place where she could go and always be accepted and loved for the fucked-up person she was. She never had to apologize for being who she was. She was beloved, and that was all that mattered. Home. It was right here, nestled between the two best men she’d ever met. “I love you. I love you both so much.”

  Aidan flexed inside her. “I think I speak for both of us, angel, when I say we love you, too. Always. Marry us.”

  There wasn’t a hint of hesitation. Not this time. The first time he’d asked, a vision of Lucas had clouded her brain, but they had just been friends then. Now they were together, and it was perfect. “Yes.”

  She would marry them and be the center of a family. It didn’t scare her anymore. It wasn’t an insult to the child she had carried, but a way to honor him. He’d been loved and lost, but she wouldn’t bury that part of her that wanted to be his mother. She would have their babies and watch them grow strong under their fathers’ love.

  Lucas pressed up, and Aidan began to pull out. His cock dragged along her every nerve. It was a revelation. Jangled, jittery pleasure flooded her ass while Lucas pressed his cock over her G-spot. She couldn’t stop her wail of pleasure.

  And then they were off. Lucas fucked into her pussy while Aidan took her ass. Lexi rode the wave. She was tossed back and forth between the men. Every way she went, she was touched and loved and drenched in pleasure. Her orgasm built higher and higher as they rode her body. Aidan ground into her from behind.

  “I can’t hold back. God, I can’t wait.” Aidan reached around, his fingers searching. He stroked her clit and then the time for playing was done. She groaned as the orgasm swept through her system. Hot pleasure invaded her veins, starting from deep in her cunt and her ass and radiating outward. She could hear Lucas and Aidan moaning, but it was a distant thing. What was close was the feel of them filling her. Hot, wet. She was full of them.

  Aidan collapsed, pushing her onto Lucas who kissed her forehead lovingly.

  “I love you, baby,” Lucas said.

  Aidan’s arms surrounded her. His weight pressed against her.

  She was whole and safe. Aidan moved to the side but spooned her while Lucas nuzzled against her breast.

  “Get some sleep while you can, angel,” Aidan murmured. “Our honeymoon is starting early.”

  If Lexi had any say, it would never end.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Aidan stretched, his limbs much more eager to move after thirty minutes of yoga. He’d had a hot shower and a cup of coffee and was ready to start the day. He stepped off the porch and started to head toward the barn. The early morning sky was a swirl of oranges and purples. It was quiet at this time of the morning. He knew he should be tired, but he’d woken before dawn with a joyful energy that had him ignoring the soreness of his muscles.

  Everything was falling blissfully into place. Lexi was here, finally here. He couldn’t help but think about the child they had lost, but he had to be happy about the future
. She’d agreed to marry him and Lucas. He was getting married.

  Aidan felt a ridiculous grin cross his face. It didn’t matter who legally married Lexi. He actually had a thought about how to fix that polyamorous tangle. Lucas didn’t have any real loyalty to his family. The last Aidan had heard, Senator Cameron was asking his constituents to help pray the gay out of his son. Lucas had one time mentioned changing his name to Barnes because he felt more loyalty to Jack. But Aidan thought Lucas O’Malley had a certain ring. They were a family. They should share a name.

  “’Morning, boss.” One of his ranch hands, a middle-aged cowboy named Ron, was leading a big beautiful bay out of the horse barn.

  He nodded and tried not to look like a lovesick goofball because all he could think of were the two people he’d left peacefully sleeping in his bed. Lucas and Lexi were tucked in together, their limbs tangled. He hadn’t had the heart to wake them. “’Morning, Ron. You seen my brother around?”

  The cowboy put a boot in the stirrup and hauled himself easily into the saddle. “He was asleep when I got up. I know he was out late, so I didn’t figure it would hurt to let him sleep in. Dwight rides that boy hard, you know. Bo ain’t a bad kid. He tries.”

  That was good to hear. Aidan had only really talked to Dwight for so long, and Dwight couldn’t stand Bo. It was good to hear someone say something nice about Bo. He was willing to forgive and forget. Bo had a hard time when their father died. It was time to move past it. “I know he tries. I think I’ll wake him up and have him work some with me this morning.”

  Ron smiled down, adjusting his hat. “That sounds fine. I think that would be a good thing. He and Dwight are like oil and water. Best to keep them apart. I’ll see you later, boss. I’m going to join Al and Barney in the east pasture. Oh, and there’s something wrong with the walkies, so if you need us, you’ll have to ride out.”

  Dwight had everyone working the east pasture? It wasn’t what Aidan had planned for the day. The east pasture was the farthest away from the house. He would have to ride twenty minutes to call the men back in. What was wrong with his walkies? The cell service could be spotty that far out, but he made sure every ranch hand kept a radio on his person. He’d checked the system the day before.

  He needed to find Dwight.

  In the distance, he could hear Ike barking. Ike barked a lot. He barked at squirrels and passing cars, and anyone he didn’t immediately recognize. He sometimes barked at falling leaves. He wasn’t the smartest dog in the world, but he was loyal.

  Ike kept barking as Aidan rounded the corner of the barn. He squinted, trying to see what had Ike’s attention. There was a mist coming off the pond where he watered his horses. It coated the world in a hazy, surreal glow. Ike barked, his stubbed tail down. The dog’s whole body looked on edge, every muscle ready to attack.

  A terrible pain bit into the back of Aidan’s head as his peripheral vision started to fade. Ike was barking at something in front of the bunkhouse. Over and over, the mangy dog was ceaseless in his warning. Just like…

  Suddenly the mist wasn’t a mist anymore. It was a mixture of sand and dirt, whipping through the city. It had been so windy that day. They were on the outskirts of the city, the whole squad patrolling because the brass was sending in some major players and no one wanted a fuckup.

  Aidan could hear it. The sound of spattered gunfire. It was background noise in Fallujah. The world receded, and he was back in hell.

  * * * *

  The heat was so much worse than anything Aidan had felt back in Texas. Of course, back in Texas he hadn’t had to carry fifty pounds of gear and wear ceramic-plated body armor. His feet bit into what passed for a road in this torn up, mottled part of the world. God, he wished he was home.

  “Keep up, you green piece of shit.” The sarge was staring at the soldier behind Aidan.

  Aidan moved past the sarge, who was spewing some serious venom at the new guy. PFC Creely had been with the squad for a month, but he was still the new guy, and the sarge had taken an instant dislike to the soldier from Wyoming. It wasn’t surprising. He’d been damn sure the sarge hated his guts in the beginning, too. After a while, sarge had let up and Aidan had been a member of the team, but those first few weeks had been hell.

  “You’re nothing but bullet bait,” Sarge yelled as PFC Creely jogged by. “Do you know that?”

  For once Dwight seemed to know to keep his mouth shut. On more than one occasion, Dwight Creely had popped back at the CO and gotten his ass handed to him. If he didn’t watch out, he’d get thrown in the brig again. Dwight was rapidly becoming a certified brig rat.

  “Take up your positions.”

  The four snipers took off, jogging toward the burned-out building that always served as their perches, but the rest of the squad stayed together.

  They had made it to the farthest point of their patrol—a wall that used to surround some sort of business. The building it guarded was in rubble, but the wall could be useful. He took up his position on the west-facing end of the wall. He would watch their backs while the senior team members guarded the road. He set his M16 up and checked for anything out of the ordinary. There wasn’t a ton of cover here. Behind him, he could hear the rest of the squad setting up for the few hours they would be here.

  Tanner, Mills, and Link were set up on the other side of the wall. Thompson stood at the back with the CO. It was only guard duty, but they had all had to hump it five clicks to get here. His feet hurt, and he missed home. Hell, he didn’t give a shit about home. He missed them. Lexi and Lucas. It was getting easier and easier to admit that he missed Lucas, too.

  “FTA.” Dwight was grumbling as he got into position beside Aidan. He had a lot in common with the Wyoming boy. Dwight came from a ranching family, but there was something about him that made Aidan hold back. He was friendly enough with the man, but Dwight was always getting in trouble.

  “Keep it down, soldier,” Aidan said under his breath. “You do not want sarge hearing you say that.”

  Fuck the Army. He thought it, too, sometimes. Hell, there wasn’t a soldier alive who didn’t think it when the going got really rough and the CO was on your ass, but the Army was also a family. And when a soldier was in the middle of a mission, it wasn’t good luck.

  “Maybe I don’t give a shit anymore,” Dwight muttered.

  But Aidan could see he did. Dwight’s hands were shaking, and his face had flushed. He hadn’t seen a moment of combat, and Aidan got the feeling Dwight was really dreading it. Aidan had seen some light combat, but nothing like what others had been through.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Aidan said in an even voice. “Just stay calm and do the job. We don’t even know anyone’s going to try anything today. It’ll probably be smooth as glass. The bigwigs drive through, and then they’re someone else’s problem.”

  Dwight’s eyes kept moving around. “I heard El Cid came in and talked to the Lieutenant.”

  Aidan laughed. Dwight thought the CIA was behind this little mission? They were like the boogeyman. Everyone was afraid of the spooks because generally when the CIA got involved, it turned into a clusterfuck, and the lower pay grades were nothing but cannon fodder. The clerks at base loved to scare the shit out of newbies. “Don’t listen to the clerks. They love to gossip. This is totally routine. The general is making an appearance is all. Thompson, tell Creely here that we’ve done this duty a bunch of times, and no one’s died yet.”

  PFC Thompson snorted. “Nope. We’re all alive, but you never know. Today could be our lucky day. Don’t you worry none, Creely. We’ll be back at base in time for whatever crap they’re serving tonight. God, I want to be home eating a cheesesteak.”

  Aidan wanted to be home waiting on Lexi. She couldn’t cook to save her life, but she tried. Now Lucas, on the other hand, he was practically a freaking gourmet. The last weekend they had spent together, Lucas had put together a lasagna that he could still taste on his tongue.

  He had to keep his mind on the mission.
He winked at Dwight, hoping it made him feel better. “This is a relatively safe part of the city. It’s constantly patrolled. We cleaned it out a long time ago. Seriously, who wants to be here? There’s not a goddamn thing out here.”

  “Eyes front, soldiers.” Sarge walked behind them. He was a big, rough man, but he sighed as he stood behind Dwight. “O’Malley is right. It’s safe. We’ve done this several times. It’s a pain in the ass, but it’s fine. In twenty minutes, the convoy will move through, and we’ll hike it back.”

  Aidan noticed how the CO shook his head as he walked away as though he knew Dwight shouldn’t be here at all. Aidan agreed. Dwight was a nice enough guy, but far too touchy for combat.

  Aidan settled in. He would be in this position for a while. He let his eyes roam across the area they were protecting. Another squad was parked a mile down the road, further into the city. They had the more dangerous job. There were only two positions at this point. Guerilla Squad had a much more difficult position with buildings all around them, a hundred places for insurgents to hide.

  He had another year. A whole year here before he had to go back and figure out what to do with his fucking life. He was a good musician, but maybe not good enough. He’d played a bunch of gigs, but his guitar play was better than his vocals. He wondered what he would have done if that recording deal hadn’t fallen through the day after Armageddon. It was how he’d started referring to the night he’d spent fucking another man. It wasn’t another man. It was Lucas, his best friend. And they hadn’t been alone. Lexi had been there. She hadn’t been shocked by it. Hell, she’d encouraged it. Her own mother was in the same kind of relationship.

  They had made it work, Lexi’s mom and her two husbands. Jack Barnes was about as tough as a son of a bitch could get. He was a seriously scary motherfucker and he was bisexual. Jack managed to have both Abby and Sam, and no one bothered him. What would it matter if someone did? Why should he live his life and deny his own feelings because it bugged someone else? Why did he have to live by someone else’s rules when what he did would never harm anyone? How did loving someone make him less of a human being?