“Sam!” Chance bit out, in a strained voice. Sam let go of her nipple, his hands once again pulling open the cheeks of her ass. She felt the dribble of lube on her asshole and she shivered. Immediately, Chance’s fingers were rubbing the ointment around her rosette, fingers moving inside, stretching her for his impending invasion. She found herself panting. Chance understood it wasn’t in trepidation, but in need.
“It’s okay, Zee. I’m almost there. Just let me get you ready.” His fingers scissored, stretching the muscles, until he finally felt her give way and relax. “Good girl,” he praised. He wiped his hand on a cloth he had ready beside him, and then Josie felt the head of his penis at her anus. This time she was relaxed, immediately letting him in. Sam stayed still, not moving, and finally Chance had filled her completely. She had both of her men in her to the root. Never had she felt so full, so complete. Neither moved. She looked down at Sam, and saw beads of perspiration pop out on his forehead.
She suddenly felt a crawling need unlike any other burst deep in her gut.
“Move!” she screamed.
Like a starting gun had been shot, both men started thrusting in and out, voluptuous waves washing over Josie. Her heavy breasts jiggled and there was no embarrassment. It only added more sensation.
“Too much, baby?” Sam gasped out.
“More. Faster.”
“Don’t want to hurt you,” Chance choked.
“You can never hurt me…” Josie felt like a doll that was being pushed and pulled between her men and it was glorious.
“Now, I’m coming. Now!” She screamed, her climax shattered, and she felt each man shudder their release just before it went dark.
“Zee, it’s time to wake up, honey.”
“No, don’t want to.” She was surrounded by warmth. She snuggled deeper, realizing she was sandwiched between both of her men.
Sam kissed her shoulder. “Baby, we have to get ready for the dance,” he reminded her.
“Let’s skip the dance,” she whispered. She nuzzled into the soft hair of Chance’s chest. Chance reached around and pinched her butt.
“Get up, lazybones. Your sisters fly back to Florida tomorrow. Tonight is your last night with them.”
Josie’s eyes flew open. “Guys, get the hell up. We’ve got to get ready. I’m taking a shower.”
“Oh, yeah!” Chance said enthusiastically.
“Alone,” Josie said.
Chapter 23
Josie was amazed at how the community center had been transformed. It looked like an indoor garden. She immediately found her sisters, who were dancing with Dane and Eric. They looked beautiful in the dresses that Chance had picked out for them. It was scary how good they looked dancing with the two handsome fire fighters. Josie found herself relieved to think they were going back to Florida tomorrow.
As soon as they saw Josie, they left the dance floor and rushed over to her.
“Oh, Josie, you chose the red dress. You look fantastic!” Sarah gushed. It was a floor-length, off-the-shoulder chiffon that hugged every curve. With her corset, it made her look like an old-fashioned movie star. Since it was floor-length, she was able to wear flat shoes without anyone noticing. She was wearing a red gemstone necklace that she was worried might not be garnets, but actual rubies. When she asked Chance about it, he said he wasn’t sure. Sam finally said that it was likely true that Chance didn’t know the difference between garnets or rubies, so she shouldn’t worry.
Sam and Chance guided her over to a large table, where Butch and Betty were sitting.
“Aren’t you going to dance?” Josie asked.
“We were saving the table for you,” Betty said. “Now that you’re here, we’ll go dance.”
Sam and Chance put Josie’s wrap down on the extra chair, claiming their seats, and invited her out on the dance floor. For a moment Josie thought it might look odd that the three of them were dancing, but then she saw four different triads out on the dance floor. I love Fate Harbor.
She danced three slow dances with Sam and Chance, enveloped by the warmth of the two of them. She kept an eye on her sisters, happy to see that they were dancing with men other than Dane and Eric. When a swing dance came up, Chance asked Josie if she knew how to dance to it. She said no, and he said he’d teach her. Sam sat down at the table. For the next few dances, Chance taught her different moves, and she found herself learning new steps and laughing a lot. Finally, she cried uncle and insisted on a break. When she got back to the table, she found Sam had provided lemonade.
“How are you doing, baby? Are you hurting, do you need a pain pill or muscle relaxant? I made sure to put them in your purse.” She leaned over and kissed Sam.
“I’m doing fine. I think orgasms are the best preventative medicine for pain,” she whispered in his ear while giving him an intimate smile.
“I heard that. Let’s work on that when we get home.” Chance swooped in for a kiss, leaving her breathless. Sarah and Becca sat down and laughed.
“Considering how late you were, sis, you’d think they could keep their hands off you!” Becca chortled.
“I’m thinking this whole two-boyfriend thing might be the way to go,” Sarah said with a smile. Josie cut her with her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’m still at the training-wheels stage,” Sarah assured her. “We just came over to tell you that Elise wants us to help present Karen’s stork cake. So we’re going backstage.”
They both got up, and Becca reached out and hugged Sam, then turned to embrace Chance, moving to hug Josie last. “You did good, sis. I couldn’t be happier for you,” she whispered in her ear. Josie looked up at her sister and got a lump in her throat when she saw the sincerity in Becca’s eyes. Josie blinked back tears and gave her a watery smile.
“I love you, Becca.”
“Love you too, little sister.” Sarah pulled on Becca’s arm and they headed for the stage.
“I guess her heart isn’t hurting for you anymore,” Sam murmured, nuzzling Josie’s temple.
“Guess not,” she whispered. She turned as she heard Chance’s chair scrape back, thinking it was time to take another turn on the dance floor. Instead she found him kneeling beside her.
“Hey, get up. I’m fine. Nothing’s hurting and Becca made me really happy,” she assured Chance.” Then she heard Sam get up. He moved next to Chance and knelt beside him. She saw Betty and Butch out of the corner of her eye. Chance took one of her hands in one of his, and Sam took the other.
“Josie, I love you. We love you.” Chance stopped and just looked up at her. Sam let go of her hand and pulled a small velvet box out of his suit jacket. He opened it up to reveal entwined platinum bands nesting two diamonds that caught the light and scattered it across her fixed gaze.
“We want to make you ours forever, in the eyes of God, and everyone else in this world. Will you marry us?”
Josie said nothing. She looked at the beautiful eyes of green and blue staring up at her, wanting to revel and memorize the moment. They knew. There was no fear, no nervousness. They smiled and joined her in savoring this memory.
“Yes, oh, yes, a thousand times! You are my soul mates.” Their arms wrapped around each other. After they finally broke apart Sam slid the ring on her finger.
“Chance is sure these are diamonds,” he said with a smile. Betty and Butch came over and gave hugs to all three of them.
“I couldn’t be happier,” Betty said, tears streaming down her face.
“Well, I should hope so, considering your role in all of this,” Sam said dryly. Just then the lead singer for the band asked for everyone’s attention.
“The town of Fate Harbor has reason to celebrate tonight,” he began. Josie watched as Elise and Rob rolled out a cake, followed by Becca and Sarah who also were rolling out a cake. “Tonight we are celebrating the Hart’s news that they are having a baby!” There was a huge shout that went through the auditorium and a great deal of clapping.
“We also have another reason to ce
lebrate,” the singer continued. “Soon there is going to be a wedding. Chance Reynolds and Sam Booth have been lucky enough to convince Josie Decker to marry them!” Josie was stunned as another round of hollering and clapping erupted from the townsfolk. “We have two celebratory cakes here and we would like to invite the two happy triads to come up and cut them for us.”
When Josie made her way to the stage, she saw a beautiful cake shaped like wedding bells, beside her sisters.
She turned to Becca and Sarah. “When did you do this?” she asked.
“While Chance and Sam kept you occupied this afternoon.”
“What if I’d said no?”
“We’d have had you committed,” Becca said dryly. All three of them laughed, looking over at the two men who meant the world to Josie. Josie smiled back at her sisters, gratefully realizing that she had the best family in the world, and she couldn’t ask for anything more.
THE END
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Caitlyn O’Leary was raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She has been an avid reader. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments before they turned them in as their own.
Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, and at night she read everything she could get her hands on, including many, many steamy romances!
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