She would gladly give them this every day for the rest of her life, would lovingly drink them down and savor their essence. She truly needed nothing more to be complete but them.
Twin growls of masculine pleasure and need skittered down her spine, making her nipples hard and her pussy wet. Then as one they moved, their hands covering hers, easing her grip. Craig lifted her and laid her on the bed.
“Our turn.”
With hands and lips, teeth and tongue, they caressed and kissed, nipped and laved, and slowly drove her out of her mind. Electric currents of pure pleasure sizzled her skin, drawing moans and groans from the depths of her soul. The heat of them invaded her body as the power of their loving seeped into her heart. Her blood quickened, like warm honey, enchanted with the power of their passion to melt her bones, to penetrate her very soul.
They captured her hands and held her their prisoner, and she counted herself blessed with the love they lavished upon her.
Craig’s mouth settled on hers, and his kiss, hot, wet, and carnal, set fire to her passion. His tongue dueled with hers, demanding she yield, and Anna surrendered joyfully. Then as he lifted his lips, Jackson’s descended, and she gave herself over to them, offering whatever they wanted and needed. They had only to demand, and she would gladly submit.
Jackson’s tongue stroked and seduced, and she answered, joining his in a dance so sultry and sexy, she nearly cried with the beauty of it. And as he kissed her, she was aware of Craig, making his way down her body, intent on giving her an even more intimate kiss.
Anna gasped into Jackson’s mouth when Craig buried his face between her legs. His lips and tongue lavished her with licks and sips, his hands fastened on her hips, and just that quickly, Anna came.
Wave after luscious wave of rapture drenched her, bowing her body off the bed, making her shiver in bliss and quiver in ecstasy.
“So beautiful.” Jackson’s words of praise filled her heart. He placed a kiss on her lips and eased back as Craig surged up her body.
“Hang onto me.” Craig’s words bathed her face, and the aroma of her sex mingled with his unique flavor teased her sense. Obeying without thought, she inhaled sharply when he rolled them on the bed, so that she lay atop him.
“Take my cock inside you, wife. Ride me, and make us both come.”
Anna had no thought but to do exactly that. She loved this, loved the way her men gave her the reins, the way they encouraged her to take what she needed from them.
What she needed was to give all she was and take all they offered.
Craig’s cock slid into her, stretching her, filling her with the most delicious sensation. When she placed her hands on the bed on either side of his head, her breasts hung heavily, swaying as she rode him. His hands came up and caressed her, his fingers grasping and tugging her nipples.
Heat covered her back. Jackson kissed her shoulder. “Ride him, wife, make him shoot his seed deep into your womb. Then, love, your sweet ass is mine.”
Everything inside her turned to molten lava. She’d been unbelievably turned on every time they’d played with her ass. Feeling daring and dirty and sexy as hell, Anna looked over her shoulder. “I want your cock in my ass, husband.”
Jackson’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared. She knew he loved it when she talked dirty. She loved it, too.
Craig pinched her nipple and she moaned, throwing her head back as a powerful wave of heat crested through her. Then she lowered her head and met his gaze. Her hips never stopped their riding of him, and as their gazes locked, she used her inner muscles to squeeze his cock.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Fuck me. Kiss me. Make me come.”
Anna dipped her head to his and took his mouth. She tasted her juices on him, the musky combination of the two of them making her shiver. Anna felt her arousal soar, her climax there, just there, just out of reach. Then she mewed in excitement as Jackson spread lube between her ass cheeks, as his fingers played and pressed, and breached her sphincter.
Anna lifted her lips from Craig’s, unable and unwilling to contain her scream. “Oh! Oh, yes!” Anna’s orgasm exploded, so full and rich and exciting, racing her heart, rushing her blood, drowning her with spasm after spasm of pleasure. She heard Craig’s shout, felt the power of his grip as he held her fast and emptied his cock into her womb.
She was still coming down when he lifted her, and his cock and his seed slid out of her. He laid her on his chest as Jackson removed his fingers from her ass.
She felt the press of his condom-covered cock on her rosette. Helpless to resist, Anna pressed against that hot, hard presence. In that moment she could almost believe she would die if she didn’t get Jackson’s cock in her ass in the next minute.
Her anus burned, a lovely burn that made her moan. Aftershocks washed through her from her climax even as her rosebud opened, as Jackson slowly but surely pushed his cock into her.
“Tell me to stop, Bella. Don’t let me hurt you.”
His words had come through gritted teeth and she understood he held onto his control with everything he had. But she didn’t want him to stop. The burn became pain, but a lovely pain that made her clit tremble with renewed arousal.
“Fuck me. Oh, yes, Jackson, fuck me.” Needing to give, to surrender completely, Anna pushed back and cried out when Jackson’s cock slid all the way into her.
“Anna!”
She all but heard his tether snap as he began to fuck her, his cock moving in and out of her ass with a raw kind of striving that thrilled her. Craig cradled her, stroked her, and crooned to her and nothing mattered but that she race, full speed, for the promise just ahead.
Then Craig reached between them and teased her clit as Jackson swore and held himself deep inside her body.
Pleasure evolved to a climax so fiery, so all consuming, that Anna was sure, as the shivers wracked her body, that in that very moment, she’d been given a glimpse of heaven.
Chapter 19
The first thing Jackson saw when he opened his eyes was the woman he would love for the rest of his life.
In just a few short weeks, Anna had become everything to him. Her love had transformed him from a man who’d clung to the one thing he knew—his work—unsure of his place and his worth otherwise, to a man who felt powerful, simply because his woman loved him.
His gaze was drawn to the bedroom window. By the light outside he knew it was very early morning. Anna slept deeply, her body curled into his. The slow and steady beat of her heart against his chest grounded him. Unable to resist, he began to stroke her, shoulder to ass, the silk of her flesh the most exotic texture he’d ever known.
In the night, he’d spooned her, her sweet ass cradled against his cock. At some point in their sleep, she’d turned—as she’d done every night beginning with their wedding night—and so he awoke to her in his arms, one of her sexy legs thrown over both of his and the heat of her pussy pressed against his hip.
“Mmm. What time is it, darling?”
Jackson turned his head the other way so he could see the clock on the bedside table. “Nearly six-thirty. We don’t have to get up yet.”
“I want to get an early start. I thought I’d go shopping this afternoon. I’d like to pick up some makeup and a few other personal items. You did say we’d only work half days today and Monday.”
“And so we did.”
He felt her smile on his chest. “Good. Because I was able to get an appointment to get my hair done Monday, at two. I was very lucky. I didn’t think they’d be able to fit me in, since it will be New Year’s Eve.” Anna sighed. “I’m pretty good at doing my own hair but that blue sapphire gown begs an elegant hair style. I’m thinking a French braid would be perfect.”
“We don’t have to go to the ball New Year’s Eve if you really don’t want to.”
Jackson heard her sigh at the same time he felt his brother awaken. Craig moved closer and kissed Anna’s shoulder.
“He’s right, sweetheart. We should also tell you th
at we made another donation to their charitable fund,” Craig said. “A rather substantial one.”
“I know a little of how things will go at the ball. They always spotlight the top contributors.”
Craig didn’t say anything. Jackson picked up the ball. “We know. And yes, from what we gather, you’ll be one of the top contributors.”
Anna turned onto her back. She met his gaze, and then Craig’s. “Well, I’m glad you’re worth millions. That means whatever amount your egos demanded you give to them shouldn’t bankrupt you. At least, I hope it won’t. I’d like there to be money enough for eggs and milk.”
Jackson chuckled. He stroked her cheek. “No, we could well afford the amount we gave to them.”
“Good. You do understand that this whole ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ mentality that many, including my mother, cling to like rotting ivy isn’t me. Right?”
“Yes, sweetheart, we know. I think we always knew it deep down, but now we definitely understand your feelings on the subject. We both promise you that when it comes time next year to make our annual donations, the three of us will decide together who and how much, and they will be in the name of the Jessop family.”
“Or in the name of your business. That can be a handy tool. I imagine donation to the right charities might bring you new clients”
Jackson shook his head. “You’re amazing, Anna.”
“I’m not, but thank you.” He could see she wanted to say something. He nodded his encouragement.
“I want to be the best wife and the best office manager I can be. I really want to make your lives easier—just another way I can take care of you.”
“We’re all for that,” Craig said.
“We love you, Bella, and we want to take care of you, too. You’ll just need to teach us how to do that. You have to show us the things that are important you.”
“You. Both of you, and this family we’re building between us—those are the most important things in my life.”
“Sweetheart.” Craig leaned over and kissed her. Lying so close beside her, he felt his woman’s muscles relax, and knew she’d given herself over completely to the enjoyment of Craig’s kiss.
When his brother lifted his head, she turned her sparkling gaze on him. Drawn by the love in her eyes and the need in his soul, he kissed her. Her flavor, as always, became an intoxicating nectar in his blood.
“What else do you want, Bella?” When she seemed hesitant, he stroked his finger over her pink and slightly swollen lips. “You can want anything or nothing. But I see something in your eyes. Why not tell us?”
“Do you know what I want? What I’m looking forward to? I want to learn things. I’ve given up on that dream of being an archeologist. It’s not really my dream anymore. But maybe I could gather all of the family mementoes and stories together. It’s a rich and unique history, and there’s a story to be told about Lusty. A story other people need to hear. Grandmother Chelsea said that no one has ever tried to organize and categorize and, well, celebrate that history in a formal way. I’d like to give that a try.”
“What else would you like to do, sweetheart?”
They were bracketing her, looking down at her. Jackson was glad they could both see the way her eyes sparkled. She’d never asked them for a thing, not the whole time they’d known her. And what she asked now, had nothing to do with money and everything to do with heart.
“I want to learn how to cook and bake, beyond the scant lessons I was able to coax from Mrs. Moody. And I want to learn how to be a good gardener. I really want to become very good at growing roses.” She looked at them. “And I want to spend as much time in Lusty as possible, getting to know the people in our family—Jessops, Kendalls, and Benedicts alike. I love it there.”
“We promised you, on the day we asked you to marry us that you would be able to do whatever you wanted to do. Then we turned around and forgot that promise.” Jackson bent over her and kissed her. “We won’t forget it again, my Bella.”
“We’ll make it a sacred vow,” Craig said. “But sweetheart, we’re men. If we backslide, you need to take us in hand, love.”
Anna grinned, as if she had a secret. In the next heartbeat, Jackson sucked in a breath. She’d used her right hand to encircle his cock. Unable to help himself he surged against her palm. The sensation of her silky skin sent a sweet shiver down his spine, and his erection grew hot, hard, and needy.
Seeing his brother move his hips assured Jackson their wife definitely had her hands full of her men.
“Take you in hand? You mean, like this?” A delicate shade of pink kissed her cheeks.
“Just exactly like that, my Bella.” Their wife was turning into the sweetest kind of voluptuary. He could hardly wait for the next fifty or sixty years to play out.
Jackson figured he and Craig were the luckiest men in the world.
* * * *
“What are you two grinning at?” Anna tilted her head to the side as she considered both her husbands in turn. As soon as she’d come out of her office, intent on gathering whatever filing was on their desks and dealing with it, she’d encountered their twin grins. They look like a couple of boys waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve.
“You’ve been humming,” Jackson said.
“We’ve decided that is going to be our barometer. If you’re humming, you’re happy.”
“Of course I’m happy.” She moved the chair that had been positioned in front of Craig’s desk so that it sat equally in front of and between the two desks. That way, she could chat and reach the paperwork Craig and Jackson had placed in their out baskets.
It was a point of professional pride for her that their desks and the floor surrounding them no longer looked as if a giant wind had blown through. No papers littered the floor, and their desks were as neat as they needed to be.
Of course, soon into the New Year she was going to have to order a new filing cabinet, as the one she’d purchased just after they’d hired her was nearly full. But there was certainly enough room in this office for a bit more furniture.
Anna brought her attention back to the conversation. “I’m married to two smoking hot men who gave me very satisfying personal attention this morning. It would be hard not to be happy and hum after that shower we shared.” Anna thought that in time, she just might lose the ability to blush when she spoke of intimate things.
Maybe.
She would have added that she was excited because Tuesday, this time they’d be on their way back to Lusty, and the Texas Grand Ball over and forever behind them. But she didn’t want them to feel any guiltier about the event than they already did. They’d told her they could give the party a miss, and she was very tempted to take them up on that. But they’d also told her they’d made a sizeable donation to the charities fund, in her name. And while she didn’t crave or even like that sort of limelight, she understood that allowing such pomp as what she would encounter on New Year’s Eve helped the volunteers who worked hard for a good cause be even more successful the next year.
Anna wasn’t naïve. She fully accepted the fact that in the years to come there would be times when she would have to wear a public face. That would be unavoidable, being a member of such a prominent family. So she would do her duty as Mrs. Anna Jessop, and cherish the times when she could be just plain Anna from Lusty.
“We have fond memories of our morning shower, too,” Jackson said. He winked. “I think we should make good use of this weekend, taking every opportunity to engage in such enjoyable pursuits. Because, after noon hour on Monday, we’ll have to restrict ourselves to chaste kisses so as not to mess up the hair or the makeup.”
“And we’ll have to limit our displays of affection for the rest of the year!” Craig sounded suitably somber.
“You make me want to reconsider both doing my hair and makeup for the event,” Anna said. “I don’t mind appearing in public without any enhancements.” Then she sighed. “However, y’all got me into this, so you’re going to have t
o make that sacrifice in the name of giving to a higher cause. You can use your imagination of what all we can get into after the closing seconds of 1979 if you need to be bolstered in the endeavor.”
“It’s always good to have a crisp image of your reward when you’re facing something you’d prefer not to do—but must out of duty,” Craig said. “I think that actually refers to all three of us, in this instance.”
Anna had been under the impression she’d be the only one uncomfortable going to the ball. Jackson’s next words floored her.
“We don’t care for the social whirl, either, Anna. The truth is, we only attend those events that we absolutely cannot get out of.”
“So, darling?” Craig met her gaze, his heated look telling her more than words what he’d really rather be doing right then and there. “If at any point on Monday night you decide you’ve had enough, just say the word and we will whisk you away from all that.”
Anna laughed. It was good to know she wasn’t alone. “That whisking away thing seems like it might become a bit of a family tradition for us.”
“Do you mind?” Jackson asked.
“Not at all. I think it’s uniquely us.” She picked up the papers on Jackson’s desk, sorting them alphabetically in her hands. Then she scooped the ones out of Craig’s out box. One packet was thicker than all the rest. It took her only a moment to realize what it was. “Ah, the signed contract from the Sanderses.” She couldn’t help the tone that entered her voice. She absolutely did not like Carl Sanders. She couldn’t even articulate why, specifically, she didn’t like the man.
She only knew he made her skin crawl.
She unfolded the packet, and flipped to the bottom page, just to verify the I’s were all dotted and the T’s were all crossed. And felt everything inside her go still when she looked at that signature page.
“What’s wrong, Bella?”
Could the man be that arrogant? “He didn’t even try to make them look different.”
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