by Jenny Penn
They shot up her spine, making her nails dig into his shoulders as she clung to him, needing his strength to hold her tight as she gave herself over to the pleasure of the moment and his slow, sweet loving. Khal took his time, not even pumping his hips at first but swaying with a steady motion that only stoked the need higher until finally he started to flex with enough strength to pull his deliciously thick cock back and forth, up and down her tender sheath.
He had her drooling and whimpering, her vision blurred by the pleasure, but still Cookie could make out Ryder’s form as he stepped into the shower stall. She knew exactly what he intended and couldn’t wait for him to join them.
“My loves, please, I need you both.”
That simple, soft command had Ryder stilling as his gaze shifted along with Khal’s to hers. Both men knew what she was asking. Both hesitated, and she knew why.
“I love you. I love you both,” Cookie clarified as she glanced over at Ryder. “And I wanted to be loved by you both.”
“You are,” both men answered in unison, and she didn’t doubt either one.
“Then show me.” Cookie smiled. “Take me for that ride.”
That was all she needed to say to have both her men growling. Khal’s large, callused palms slid over her ass as he jerked her tight against him and back down the full length of his dick, making Cookie moan and clutch at him as he turned to brace himself against the wall. Then she felt his fingers digging into her fleshy globes and separating them as Ryder came up to grind the thick length of his cock against her ass in one final warning.
Cookie didn’t object. Ryder didn’t hesitate. Just like Khal had claimed her pussy earlier, Ryder penetrated her with a slow, steady motion that allowed the pressure inside her to build to epic proportions. It was unbelievable, indescribable. The pleasure, the beauty, the very sense of finally having found her place in the world, swamped Cookie’s emotions and senses as Ryder finally settled his full length deep into her ass.
She could have lived in that moment forever, but her two men weren’t that patient. They were restless, energetic, and horny, and Cookie was trapped between, not only them but their shadows as well. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head as she felt the warm suckling darkness cover her breasts in kisses that had her twisting. Each motion of her hips set off another round of delightful thrills that had her slowly starting to fuck herself between the two wonderfully thick cocks penetrating her.
It wasn’t long before Khal and Ryder were adding their own strength to her efforts. Within minutes, they were all writhing together in an endless race toward ecstasy. Cookie clung to Khal’s shoulders, even as his fingers entwined with Ryder’s. Ryder pinned Khal’s hands to the tiled wall behind him as his motions became increasing frantic.
With wild passion unleashed, Ryder rode her ass hard, slamming into Cookie over and over again and making her scream out as the flames of eternal rapture consumed her. In the crackle and burn, she heard her two men call out their love, for her and each other.
Epilogue
Khal sat beside Ryder on the front steps of the cabin, watching as the sun rose up over the edge of the mountain. Its heat was already warming the day and causing the dew to collect on the grass. It was a sight Khal had watched many times as he felt himself receding back into the shadows, but this morning was different.
This morning the white owl sat overhead, and his heart’s closest companion sat at his side. For the first time in over three hundred years, he watched the light spread across the shore and wash over the ground to touch the tip of his toes. Khal stared down at them, marveling at how strange and new the world was that morning.
Everything was different.
He could go into the light. He was part of it, but he was not alone.
Ryder was right there beside him, his brother. They might not have been bound by blood, but were bound by something greater⎯their love for Cookie. This was what she had given them, the morning light.
They sat there silently like that until the brilliant light of the sun had bathed the entire world in its golden sheen. It was a beautiful day. The green of the trees, the glistening drape of the grass, the crystal blue waters of the lake, they all called out to him to come and frolic, but Khal didn’t move until the white owl leapt from its branch and took flight, heading back out to the scared island. Khal took that as an omen.
“We should build our house out there,” he commented, finally breaking the silence.
“Out there?” Ryder nodded toward the island as he lifted a questioning brow in Khal’s direction.
“Yeah.” Khal nodded. “Why not? Somebody needs to protect the flame.”
“We can roam free at night, and now that the flame is lit, the trees should grow back.”
“You think Cookie will agree?”
That question had both of them looking back through the open cabin door to where their woman slept, naked and in a tangle of sheets. She was snoring so sweetly, having passed out hours before. Khal and Ryder hadn’t. They’d kept going, right until the sun came up.
“I think we can convince her,” Ryder finally answered, his gaze drifting back toward Khal with a look he’d grown to know well.
The man had a plan.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live near Charleston, SC, with my biggie, my dog. I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.
Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, and as a latchkey kid, I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.
I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashioned kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.
I’ve worked on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the “anything goes” mentality and letting my imagination run wild.
I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.
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