by L. E. Harner
“Let me do that for you,” Gabe said. He quickly rolled the condom down Uriah’s throbbing cock, and then sheathed himself.
“How do we do this, who goes first?”
“You go first, Uriah. Come on, Dee, honey. Lay over the top of me.” Gabe helped lift Diane, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. Her ass was spread invitingly toward Uriah. “Give me a little more lube, Gabe.”
Gabe cupped Diane’s face. “We want to make you feel good, sweetheart. We want to bring the three of us together the closest way possible. You tell us if it’s too much, and we’ll stop.” The nerves that had strung Uriah up so tight relaxed in the comfort of knowing Gabe was now going to orchestrate. He dreaded the thought of hurting Diane. He squirted more lube and was pleased when two fingers slid in easily. When he added a third, Diane moaned and pressed her hips back toward him. Slowly, he pumped, massaging her from the inside until the tight muscle relaxed. As ready as I can make her. Replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock Uriah applied a steady pressure until he slipped through the puckered opening.
“Nice and slow, Uriah. Give her plenty of time to adjust.”
Nothing had ever felt like this before, Uriah thought. Her channel was hot and silky, and oh-so-fucking-tight. When she pushed back he was suddenly buried balls deep and Diane let out a sharp moan.
“Easy, Dee, don’t hurt yourself. We’ve got plenty of time,” Uriah said. Looking over her shoulder, into the steady hazel eyes of their lover, he was suddenly sure that was the truth. They had time.
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On a gasp, Diane pushed her hips back and took all of Uriah as deeply she could. His size took her breath away and she moaned at the sudden sharp stretching. He gripped her hips and held her still but Diane wanted more. She wanted Gabe. She wanted to be filled with her two men. Pressing again back toward Uriah she leaned down and skimmed lips, teeth, tongue over Gabe’s chest, as he murmured words of encouragement.
Blowing out a breath, and shivering under Gabe’s soothing touch, Diane began to move on Uriah’s cock as he started a slow, steady stroke from behind.
“Christ, Dee…you’re so tight, I never felt…fuck. Gabe, someday…”
“Yes…now, pay attention, college boy. We have our woman to love. You ready, Dee?”
Pulling away from Gabe slightly, her back bowed and she moaned her pleasure. Placing one hand over Uriah’s to hold him firmly against her hips, Diane leaned forward and positioned herself over Gabe’s cock. He slipped the head between her labia and slowly pressed himself inside.
“Oh…oh, so full. Oh my God, so full.” Her body swayed in time when her men started to move, she thought she might just pass out from all the pleasure. She didn’t know where all the sensations came from. Front, back, inside, outside. Hands and mouths reached for her, touched her, loved her. Her throat was tight with the emotions that swirled through her, leaving her overpowered, vulnerable, wanton, and cherished. Both men were as deep inside her body as they were in her heart, intimately positioned, branded upon her soul.
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Gabe realized he’d been hiding his whole life. He’d never known love, never known it could be like this. Diane’s body was electric under his touch. She jumped and writhed with every small movement, her breath coming in small gasps, as she alternated his name with Uriah’s. Diane pressed her chest to his and Uriah covered her back. Their breath mingled, their moans filled the air. There was no beginning and no ending. Only them and the promise of forever.
How had he been so stupid to let this slip away? Right now, buried inside Dee, his cock separated from Uriah’s by just a thin membrane, rubbing, holding, loving…this was home, and he’d not even known he’d been searching.
His lovers were ready. Diane’s lips were swollen from their kisses, her lids half closed in pleasure, her expression full of love. Uriah's dark eyes were sleepy-sexy, his lips curved in a half smile, the pouty lower lip just begging to be bitten. Their hips thrust, a rhythm that was all their own. Gabe pressed his thumb against Diane’s clit, and she cried out almost at once. He felt the waves of her pleasure and knew Uriah felt it, too.
“Come for me, Uriah,” he said.
His lover threw back his head spilling long black hair down his bronze back and shoulders. Gabe reached up and threaded the fingers into that black silk, and with his other hand, he gripped Dee’s hair. In the throes of their orgasm he pulled both of them to him and pressed kisses against their throats, their faces…every part of them that he could reach. Words spilled out before he knew they were coming. “I love you. I want you. Stay with me.”
In this moment he knew he would spend the rest of his life being the kind of man who was worthy of their love. Free from his past, from the demons that haunted him. He was healthy and whole and now he was loved. He could believe in tomorrow because Diane and Uriah believed in him.
~~The End~~
Meet the Author
Laura likes it hot, which helps explain why she ended up Arizona after living in such diverse places as Japan, New Orleans, Maine, and Florida. She once enjoyed hobbies such as gardening and travel. Now the characters in her head compel her to tell their stories to her readers, so she writes. She shares her home with her husband and youngest son, a dog and a cat. Laura also writes under the name L.E. Harner, and her books can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks, and other online retailers.
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Ty Hard, Book One of the Willow Spring Ranch Series
Tyler has used Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell as a shield against the truth since he was seventeen. Cut loose from his Navy career and mourning his mentor’s death, Ty must come to terms with his desire for another man, even while he fights to keep his PTSD from pulling him under. Rancher Cass Cartwright’s relationships never last more than a few hours, and that’s just the way he likes it. Now he's done the one thing he swore never to do: fallen in love. Can Cass convince Ty to let go of his past or will sabotage at the ranch kill their love before it has a chance to grow?
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Whiteout, Book One of the Three’s Allowed Series
Cade’s had a crush on Christina since grade school, but never thought she’d give him the time of day. When he spies her in an adult bookstore eyeing his favorite display, he realizes they might have more in common than he thought. When Cade tells his best friend and roommate about Christina, he discovers Carter’s interest in him isn’t exactly platonic anymore. What’s a guy to do? How about spending a hot winter weekend making everyone’s fantasies come true?
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Rescued, Book, Two of the Three’s Allowed Series
Elizabeth Ashford runs into the wilderness near a highway rest area, trying to escape her abusive husband before he kills her. Self-made millionaire and expert in high tech security, Michael Enwright is at the first rest stop of his long overdue sabbatical when he sees the fleeing woman and intervenes, saving Elizabeth's life, while nearly losing his own. When Michael's help is misinterpreted, he ends up handcuffed and face down in the dirt before Elizabeth can set her former lover, Sheriff Graeme Kennedy, straight. In order to protect Lizzie, Graeme is forced to work with Michael and brings both of them to his cabin for
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Now Graeme finally has Elizabeth under his roof, right where he's always wanted her. So why is he jacking off to visions of the drop dead gorgeous and take-charge Michael? Some things never change.
