She smiled when she heard Heath chuckle. “I think we’ve created a monster.”
Spencer dug his fingers into her hair and rubbed her scalp, groaning as she took care of him. “No complaints here. You’re fantastic, baby.” He arched his back and she could feel the tremble in his heavy, muscular thighs as she drove him toward the precipice.
She reached out and stroked her fingertips along the length of Cody’s inner thigh and he spread them farther apart for her so she could play. His body heat soaked into her hands as she took them ever higher until she was cupping his balls, caressing them until he groaned softly.
Keeping her eyes on Spencer, she saw the look in his eyes as his control began to break. His great chest heaved and his abdominal muscles flexed as he thrust his cock faster.
“Now. Oh, baby. It’s coming! Fuck!” Spencer groaned loudly as his hot cum splashed the back of her throat and he thrust in short, jerking strokes, obviously trying not to hurt her as he came undone. She sucked him gently and then released him from her mouth as she swallowed and then licked him clean.
A sheen of perspiration had gathered on his skin and she licked at the hollow between his upper thigh and hip, enjoying his masculine fragrance. She rubbed her cheek, nose, and forehead gently over his lower abdominals, intoxicating herself with his essence as the sensual strains of Santana’s “Samba Pa Ti” began to play. The burning ache in her pussy swelled into an inferno.
The next instant, Heath’s cock slid home and she moaned happily as he pulled her hips back against his tightly, giving her every thick inch of his cock.
“Yes, Heath! Yes!” He pulled almost all the way out and slid deep again, then began a teasing rhythm that showed he had one goal, to torture her while she pleasured his brother. She loved it and made her feelings known as she gave into his rhythm. She stroked Spencer’s bare thigh and hip as she turned slightly to reach Cody, her focus shifting to his pleasure.
Cody looked at her with half-lidded eyes smoldering with desire as she dragged her fingertips lightly over his erection. She was his Black Magic Woman as she allowed her fingers to drift all over his abdomen and torso, her stroke so light, he occasionally shuddered until he captured her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. She lowered her lips to his balls and kissed them. His fragrance, completely unique from the others, filled her senses and made her mouth water as she licked his balls and traced the tip of her tongue up his impressive length.
Heath followed her movements, capturing her hips against his over and over. The sheer eroticism had her cunt seeping her juices all over him and down her inner thighs. He kept up his methodical thrusting, keeping to the same even pace, never wavering as she paid attention to Cody.
She looked up at Cody and delighted in the pleasure she saw radiating in his eyes. He bit his lip and growled as she sucked the head of his cock and began an up and down movement on his length, taking as much of him as she could and stroking the rest with her left hand. Spencer turned onto his side, freeing her right hand, and she used it to brace herself as Heath’s thrusts became more insistent, making her want the orgasm he teased her with. But two could play that game because she knew he wouldn’t come until she did.
On his next back stroke, she tightened her muscles, tugging at his cock. With each thrust in she welcomed him inside her, each back stroke was a tug of war and she knew she was getting to him when he growled and rubbed the palm of his hand against her butt cheek, warming it.
“What’re you up to, angel?” Cody asked in his deep, gritty voice. “Heath looks ready to give you a spanking. You turning his torture tactics on him?”
She moaned softly at the thought of a spanking but continued tugging on Heath’s big cock. The thought of a spanking turned her on even more and Heath knew it, too, when her cunt convulsed as she envisioned him spanking her as he fucked her. As if to test the theory, Heath asked, “Ever been spanked before, baby? Not as punishment. Erotic spanking.”
She murmured a negative sound, unable to imagine Chaz wanting that, much less trusting him enough to allow it.
Cody stroked her jaw and she looked into his dark, dark eyes. “Want a spanking, naughty angel?” A smile curved his lips and she moaned affirmatively.
“Make Cody come and I might give it to you, baby.” Heath squeezed her ass cheeks as he fucked her, warming them and making them much more sensitive. Her cunt convulsed as she anticipated such a forbidden pleasure. “Right now, I’m just going to enjoy your sweet, slick pussy some more.” He came closer behind her and changed the angle of his thrusts, rubbing against her G-spot until her nerve endings seemed to ignite.
She gripped Cody’s big cock in her hand and sucked at his length, her lips throbbing and her cheeks hollowing as she pleasured him, need coursing through her like white-hot lava.
Cody stroked her hair and then gathered it in his fist and groaned, arching his back as she tugged in short sucking strokes on his cock while she tugged on Heath’s cock with her pussy. She didn’t want Cody to hurry up and come. She wanted him to take as much pleasure as she could give him, she wanted to lavish him with her love and her attention and that helped her to wait patiently for her own orgasm, as Heath still controlled his thrusts, despite her teasing.
Heath had an ironclad control. They all did. As if testing hers, he stroked her asshole lightly, upping the ante on his teasing until she wanted to scream but she kept pleasuring Cody. Sucking and stroking him with her hand until his eyes closed and his body became rigid. His cheeks flushed and his body vibrated with tension as he whispered, “You’re so good, angel. Get ready.”
Maizy kept her gaze on Cody’s face and saw the moment orgasm came because the smile on his handsome face transformed into that of an angel. Pleasure so pure and perfect it nearly propelled her into orgasm just from watching.
“Yes!” he groaned as he thrust his cock between her lips and his hot seed spurted onto her tongue in powerful streams until he shuddered and went limp. She swallowed his cum and licked him clean too, then kissed his abdomen as he smiled at her and stroked her cheek. “You’re amazing, Maizy. Amazing.”
She licked her lips and giggled with sultry satisfaction as he caught his breath, then gasped in surprise when Heath’s hot palm landed with a smack on her derriere. “You forget I was back here, baby?” Heath asked, with laughter in his voice.
“Hell, no! How could I do that, with your big dick deep inside me?”
Cody and Spencer’s expressions both registered shock at her very sassy tone and then they both smiled and looked behind her at Heath.
She squealed when his palm landed on her other ass cheek a little harder. “Is that the best you can do, big boy?” she tried to say but it mostly came out as giggles and then she howled as Heath lit up her other butt cheek again. “Oh, yes!” She bit her lip as she felt her cunt begin to spasm on his plundering cock. She shattered in ecstasy, waves of pleasure burning through her until she fell limp between Cody and Spencer, gasping for breath, moaning as Heath finally sought release, pumping his cock into her in fast, hard strokes and his fingers tightened in his grasp on her hips.
“Fuck!” He drew the syllable out into a long, masculine howl that echoed in the bedroom.
The men closed around her and laid warm kisses all over her, touching her, caressing her, running their fingers through her wild curls until she drifted between sleep and wakefulness. When she opened her eyes, it was to find Heath lying there cuddling her in his arms. The wind blew outside and thunder rumbled in the distance.
“It’s dark. Is it raining?”
“I haven’t gotten up yet to see. The sun went behind clouds while I was snuggling with you but it sounds like it’s trying to rain.”
“Where are Cody and Spencer?”
Heath smiled and stroked a curl from her cheek. “They showered and left about half an hour ago. They didn’t want to wake you but they both kissed you good-bye.” He chuckled and stroked his thumb over her lower lip. “Don’t pout. They’ll be home later.”
Her engagement ring sparkled in the candlelit room and she lifted it to look at it. “I didn’t dream it?”
Heath stretched on the bed and then closed his muscular arms back around her. “You didn’t dream it. You said yes to us. Soon this really will be your home.”
Stroking a fingertip over the brand-new belly dancer tattoo on his big biceps, she said, “All the sacrifices and trouble…have they been worth it?”
“Except for that lame-brained plan to protect you by breaking up with you, yeah, it’s all been worth it.”
“I like your tattoo. She’s pretty.”
“Seth’s work is unparalleled. All I did was bring him snapshots of you and he did the rest from memory, from Halloween.”
“I’ve wondered about that since I haven’t worn the costume for you again before this evening. Did it hurt?”
“It wasn’t unbearable.”
Feeling playful, Maizy snickered. “Oh, so what you’re saying is that it was no big deal. No sacrifice at all. My admiration of your intestinal fortitude is withering as we speak.”
He grimaced in pain and put his hand over the completely healed tattoo and said, “I was putting on a brave face for you, baby. It hurt so much I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming.” She giggled as he put the back of his hand to his forehead. “But I bore it all for you so that you could be etched permanently in my flesh. ’Cuz that’s how much I looooove you, baby.”
Laughing at his melodrama, Maizy grabbed a pillow and whomped him over the head with it.
“Striking an invalid. Not fair! I can barely lift my arm. Now I have to get even,” he growled as he rolled over her so he was on top. Mischief sparkled in his green eyes but she also saw the assurance that he’d always be there to make her smile. He pressed his lips to hers and whispered, “I love you, Maizy.”
“I love you, Heath.” Reaching up, she stroked her nails over his scalp through his short-cropped blond hair and said, “You make me laugh. Has that always come naturally to you?”
Heath shrugged and then groaned as she kept raking his scalp with her nails. “You don’t have to stop doing that for, like, a year, if you don’t wanna.” He kissed the tip of her nose and then his eyes became serious. “I learned early on that the funny guy could diffuse tense situations if he used his humor right.”
“When you were in foster care?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I was just a scrawny kid, the low man on the totem pole. One night, when the foster parents weren’t around, it was my turn for a beat down, and for once I couldn’t talk my way out of it. That was right about the time we met Cody. He and Spencer defended me. It’s been the three of us ever since. I like making you smile and laugh. How’s your booty?”
“Tingly.”
“You seemed like you enjoyed it.” He tilted her hip and smoothed his hand over her ass and she could tell when he made contact with a handprint because her ass tingled a tiny bit. “It’s faded. Does that hurt?”
“No. I wouldn’t have thought that an erotic spanking would be something I’d enjoy but I did. It was really hot.”
“I could tell. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t too hard on you. Everyone has a different pain threshold. Some women really like a hard spanking while others just want it to sting a little—”
She stuck her fingers in her ears. “La-la-la! I don’t want to hear about any other spankin’s you’ve given. I actually liked the buildup in intensity, and anticipating the next pop.”
Heath patted her butt cheek playfully and looked at her with hope in his eyes. “Your ass is perfect for spanking. So if you liked it, does that mean I get to do it some more?”
He stroked his hand all over her bottom as though surveying it for the perfect spot and then gave her several light taps, grinning as her booty jiggled for him and then did it some more until they both erupted into laughter. She snuggled closer and closed her eyes as he pressed kisses to her face and murmured, “I like making you laugh. Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Let’s feed you then. We still have the whole evening ahead of us. Lucky me.”
She grabbed the gauzy linen tunic he’d worn earlier to the wedding and slipped into it, enjoying his scent as she pulled it over her head. It swamped her but she felt very sexy wearing it with nothing else. Judging by the pleased smile on his face, Heath liked the way it kept slipping off of one shoulder as he stroked her cleavage through the loose drawstrings at the neck.
Barefoot, and clad in just the pants that matched the tunic, he brought her MP3 player with them from the bedroom and hooked it up to the house-wide stereo system. She helped him gather ingredients for hot sandwiches and then he lifted her onto the counter beside him and she sat talking with him while he cooked. She purred when “Smooth” by Carlos Santana began to play and used the remote to turn it way up. His eyes grew warm as she gyrated and rolled her shoulders and shimmied her breasts for him.
“You’re gonna make me burn the food if you keep doing that. Music is in your blood, isn’t it?”
She nodded and closed her eyes as she moved, happy that he understood. Sliding in between her knees, he cupped her breasts and she pushed them into his hands as she lifted her arms over her head, moving them in sinuous abandon before wrapping them around his neck. His scruffy beard tickled her throat as he kissed her and nibbled at her earlobe.
He looked a little dazed when he finally released her to turn the toasting sandwiches and grinned at her. His expression softened as he gazed into her eyes and she tilted her head. “What?”
He looked down at the sandwiches as he lifted them off the skillet and put them on plates and said, “I feel blessed.”
Warmth filled her at the vulnerability and honesty in his tone. No teasing now. “Me, too.”
“Let’s eat,” he said as he turned off the stove and lifted her down from the countertop.
They ate in the living room while they enjoyed a Walking Dead marathon that lasted until late into the night and they both felt like zombies from staring at the television too long. The thunderstorm finally rolled through the area. Within Heath’s arms was the perfect place to listen to the rain as it hammered on the windows and the roof.
After a warm shower they made love again. This time, he laid her down and whispered sweetly to her as he slid inside her and took his time, thrusting gently and delaying their orgasms until it was pure, sweet torture for her. There came a point where the orgasm wasn’t even the purpose of making love with him. Being joined with him, body, heart, and soul was. The sensual journey they took together enraptured her so much that when the climax finally came she cried because the ecstasy couldn’t be expressed any other way.
She woke during the night, sensing that all three of her men surrounded her in the bed but didn’t move. They’d had a long night and needed their rest. She lay there luxuriating in their nearness, filled with peace. Gentle fingers gathered her hair from her throat, from behind, and when warm lips touched her shoulder, she knew it was Cody. He always slept on the right side of the bed and she usually wound up with her back to his front when she slept. He let out a deep sigh, scooted closer, and fell back asleep.
A different kind of ecstasy filled her, just to be near him, all three of them, like that. She let out a deep, shaky breath and prayed that she’d have many nights like this with them and looked forward to a time when it could be every night. Her bed at home would be cold and lonely with just her in it the next night.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maizy could hardly contain her happiness when she glanced out of her classroom windows and saw Spencer’s truck in the parking lot. Her students were bustling around the classroom, some of them grabbing lunch boxes, as they lined up at the open door to walk to the cafeteria for lunch.
Spencer had told her that he planned to bring her lunch that day. She was excited at the prospect but she knew it would lead to more gossip when he checked in at the office before coming to see her. He’d said he didn’t mind,
as long as it didn’t bother her. Cody agreed, telling her that she was an engaged woman now, and if other teachers’ spouses brought them lunch from time to time, there was no reason she couldn’t enjoy the same privilege.
Taking her position at the door, she looked her students over, making sure they were set, and led them out of the room. Spencer’s deep voice reverberated in the hallway as he stepped out of the school office, still speaking to the school secretary, who was directing him to her room, a look of rampant curiosity on her face.
A thrill went up Maizy’s spine as he walked up to her. He’d dressed in freshly pressed jeans, cowboy boots, and a white button-down shirt with the long sleeves rolled down to cover his tattoos. She appreciated that consideration but wouldn’t have cared if he’d left them uncovered.
“Hi,” she said, after directing her students to remain in their line.
Spencer smiled, his eyes warm, as he approached her with two Styrofoam boxes in his hands. The school secretary stood in the office doorway gaping at him. He seemed to fill the entire hallway with his massive presence.
“Hi. I brought lunch, as promised.” He leaned forward and kissed her temple, causing warmth to gather in her cheeks.
Juvenile whispering behind her caught her attention and she turned to her students, who immediately clammed up when they saw her raised eyebrows. PJ grinned like a Cheshire Cat, revealing the gaps where his two front teeth had been until recently.
“Class, this is Mr. Spencer Ketchum. He’s my fiancé.”
“What’s that?” Ruby asked.
“It means he asked her to marry him!” PJ chirped. “He’s gonna be my Uncle Spencer!”
Maizy felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she recalled she needed to ask PJ for his discretion concerning Cody and Heath. He was staying the week with her parents and she’d explained to him at the family supper on Sunday night that she was newly engaged. PJ had been very excited about the prospect. He hadn’t batted an eye over her being engaged to three men and she wished that her father had been as accepting.
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