by Tara Rose
She bit back a giggle at the annoyance in his voice, and at the sound the suit made as he tore it off her ass and legs. When he pushed his dick back into her pussy, he let out a soft, satisfied sound that had her moaning with pleasure again.
They took turns fucking her pussy, and each time they also played with her clit. She was out of her mind with need by the time she came a second time, but the guys weren’t done. She needed water and was beyond tired now, but there was no way she was going to stop this. She’d never felt anything so decadent and exquisite at the same time.
Finally, one of them cried out and her ass stung as hot cum splashed all over the wounds the toys had made. Within a few minutes, more hot cum sprayed her ass cheeks, and then she was uncuffed. They carried her to the sofa again, and it was then she realized the guys had both undressed at some point. She’d completely missed that.
“That was incredible,” said Garrett. “Please tell us you enjoyed it as well.”
“Are you kidding, Sir? It was amazing. Thank you so much. Both of you.” She twisted in his arms so that she could look at both men at once. “I mean it. All of it. This week has meant more to me than I even know how to put into words. You two agreeing to work this out and try it, what you did for me at my parents’ house, moving me in here, taking me out tonight, and now this. I’m…I’m overwhelmed.”
She’d been about to say something that she was quite certain neither man was ready to hear. She had no idea where it had come from, but it had been right there, ready to fly out of her mouth. Oh my God.
She had to be more careful. She’d never said the words. Never. Not once. And when she did, if she ever did, she had to be damn sure that the man or men she said them to felt the same way. Otherwise she’d be devastated for the rest of her life.
“Overwhelmed in a good way?” asked Carson, smiling at her with so much tenderness in his eyes that Teresa had to blink back tears. Although, she suspected her sudden burst of emotion had more to do with the realization that she’d already fallen in love with both men than the look in Carson’s eyes.
“Yes, Sir. In a very good way. In the best way possible.”
His gaze roamed over her body. “Let’s get you out of what’s left of that bodysuit. Cute idea, but not really practical, is it?”
“Not for what we do,” said Garrett. He helped her stand and then they peeled the rest of the suit off her. “I have an idea.” He glanced at Carson. “If you’re okay with it.”
“What is it?” he asked.
Garrett pointed toward the bathroom. “There’s a shower in there, right? I think we should let Teresa wash us.” He grinned at her in a way that made her pussy wet all over again, which both amazed and delighted her. “And then we can wash her as well.”
Teresa squealed as Carson picked her up and carried her toward the bathroom. How did they both recover so quickly? She was still a mess. Her legs felt like jelly and she was starving already. Where had all that food gone that she’d eaten at the bar?
They turned on the water, and as she stepped inside, Carson pulled her into a rough embrace and kissed her like he’d never kiss her again. Garrett lathered her body with woodsy-smelling shower gel, and all Teresa could do was moan and cling to Carson as both men washed her. It was so sexy because they were right there, next to each other, although there was no touching between them.
They turned her around so Garrett could kiss her as well, and Carson rubbed his dick against her sore ass cheeks. They were both rock hard again. Garrett poured shower gel into her palms, and she took turns washing each man, delighted at the looks of pleasure and lust on their faces. She was a quivering mass of goo by the time Carson nuzzled her neck and asked her a question which she totally didn’t hear. A smart slap to each ass cheek snapped the fog out of her brain.
“I asked you a question, sub.”
She bit back a giggle. “I’m sorry, Sir. You both have me so aroused I can’t even think. I didn’t hear your question.”
“Well, all right then.” Carson’s voice was filled with humor. “In that case, I don’t mind. I asked if you’d do something for both of us.”
“Anything.”
Garrett raised his brows. “Careful. We might hold you to that.”
She gazed into his eyes. “I mean it, Sir. There isn’t anything I’d deny either of you right now.”
He stared at her for so long that Teresa was certain he could read her thoughts. Let him. She’d never be able to say the words anyway. She was too afraid of the consequences. He took her hand and led her to the built-in seat, then asked her to sit down. He stood in front of her, pulling on his cock, and she didn’t even hesitate. She fondled his balls and licked his shaft, up and down, while Carson moved closer, taking his own cock into his hand.
“Christ. That is so fucking sexy to watch.”
Teresa took Garrett’s dick into her mouth, moving up and down the length as she’d done for Carson the other night. He held her head still with both hands and pushed more of it inside, but she didn’t mind. When the men changed places, Garrett played with her nipples while she sucked Carson’s cock.
“That really is hot to watch. Damn.”
“It feels fucking good, too.” Carson pushed more of his dick inside, and when he came, Teresa tried to swallow all of his cum, but some dribbled onto her chin.
Garrett didn’t seem to mind, though, because he moved in front of her when Carson finally pulled out. She took him into her mouth to suck him until he came, and this time she swallowed all of it. Then the guys took turns again holding her and stroking her.
Once they were dried off and upstairs again, they sat in the kitchen, naked as the day they’d been born, drinking water and eating sandwiches that Teresa made them. She’d never been this happy. It was the most natural thing in the world to be doing this, just as if she’d lived with them both for years, and this was their nightly routine.
When they went upstairs to Carson’s room, she crawled into bed between them, and snuggled against Carson’s body in front, and Garrett’s behind her. All thoughts of Ray and the car she’d seen earlier were long gone. This time, the images that chased her in dreams were of both sexy Doms worshipping her body while she enjoyed their bodies in turn.
Chapter Twenty
Garrett woke before the others on Friday morning, and after he used the bathroom, he lay next to Teresa again to watch her sleep. Last night had been the most erotic of his entire life. He hadn’t known how he’d react watching Carson top her or have sex with her, but it had been such a turn-on because she’d enjoyed it so much. And Carson obviously cared for Teresa as much as he did. That’s what mattered to Garrett this morning. Nothing else.
Not whose house they were in, or where Ray Hammond was this morning. He only wanted Teresa happy. When she’d sang that song in the car last night, something inside him had shifted. It was as if he’d been waiting for that one perfect moment all his life. The hesitancy in her voice at first disappeared after the first few bars, and her sweet, natural talent had come shining through.
Had she been in choir in school? He had no idea. He barely remembered her. But it didn’t matter. This wasn’t high school. This was serious shit, and he wasn’t going to blow it. Everything last night had been perfect, from the bar and the way she’d enjoyed herself so much, to the song she’d sung to them, and then to the intense play and sex scene in the basement. It had been far, far more than he’d ever imagined she’d be able to give to them.
It would be so easy to fall for her. But they had to find this asshole and get rid of him before Teresa could even think about something like that. If they pushed her too far, too fast, they risked losing her.
Garrett chuckled softly as he realized he was already thinking in terms of “we” and “them” as a triad. Could it really be that easy? He made a mental note to seek out advice from Sean or Harrison. He was closest to them on the force, next to Carson. Maybe they both should talk to them? He needed advice for ground rules. It’s no
t like Maddox had an instruction manual at his house for how to behave in ménage relationships. Thinking about Maddox led his thoughts to the promise they’d made Teresa to attend her sessions with Julie, so they needed to know when those were. They’d have to arrange their work schedules.
But Garrett didn’t want to do anything today that even remotely resembled work. He wanted to enjoy these next three days with Teresa and Carson, so he got up to make coffee and breakfast.
* * * *
Carson stretched and yawned, wondering why he smelled coffee and bacon, and then he glanced around. Teresa was on her side sleeping, so Garrett must be downstairs cooking. Sweet. If he did that all the time, Carson would ask him to move in permanently.
He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt then padded downstairs. “Need some help?”
“Yeah, I guess I do. I don’t want to burn anything. I hope you don’t mind that I did this.”
“Absolutely not.” Carson popped up the toast and buttered it while Garrett scooped eggs onto plates. This seemed so normal, and that freaked him out a bit. He’d never expected this to be so damn easy. And he’d never expected last night to go so well. He hadn’t believed he’d be able to handle watching Garrett fuck her or top her. He’d been wrong on both counts.
“I guess one of us better wake her,” said Garrett.
“I’m on it.” Carson put the toast on the plates and then went upstairs. Teresa was already up, searching for something to put on. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, but then realized if he didn’t stop now, all that lovely food and fresh coffee would go to waste. He reached into his closet and pulled out a shirt. “Here. You can wear this for now.”
“I should be the one making you two breakfast.”
“Don’t be silly.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “But feel free to do that tomorrow if you want.”
She laughed and put her arms around him, which only served to make his dick even rock harder than it already was. “I can’t thank you both enough for this.”
He gazed into her eyes, wondering how the hell he was going to keep from saying how much he cared about her. How much he wanted her to move in here with him and Garrett permanently. But she needed to get through all this first. As a cop, he knew better than to pile shit on top of crap. People needed time to process things. And Teresa had been through more shit than anyone he personally knew.
“We should be the ones thanking you.” He gave her a gentle smack on the ass only so she’d move, otherwise the urge to throw her on the bed and make love to her until neither of them could breathe would be too strong. “Now get downstairs because your Doms made you food.”
She giggled again as she scooted away from his hand. “Yes, Sir.”
He was in deep shit here, but he didn’t even care. It was exactly where he wanted to be.
* * * *
Friday passed by in a blur for Teresa. After breakfast, during which Garrett and Carson had her laughing until her stomach ached as they tried to imitate the lead singers from the band last evening, they each took turns taking a long shower. There wasn’t a spot on Teresa’s body that didn’t ache, and she was actually relieved when both men confessed that they’d need recovery time before making love again. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she could hardly move this morning.
The day was warm, dry, and clear, so they decided to take a ride. Teresa wasn’t sure that it was entirely by coincidence to find the guys sticking to roads with motels on them. They kept up a steady chatter as they made their way along the countryside, stopping to look at mundane, ordinary things like cows or a flock of ducks in a pond, but Teresa caught the looks that passed between them each time they spotted a medium blue car parked in front of a store or a motel.
And each time the car had an Indiana or Illinois plate, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to see Ray’s car today. If they saw it, they’d have to do something about it, and then her day with them would become about him instead of them.
They’d brought along a picnic basket with sandwiches and fruit, and stopped at a small park near the railroad tracks to eat. Carson told her they were close to the spot where Storm Jamison, the fire inspector, used to love to come and watch freight trains.
“He brought Olivia here when they were first dating,” said Carson.
“How sweet.”
Garrett gave her a droll look. “Sweet? You think a guy bringing a girl to a spot to watch trains is sweet?”
“Yes, I do. I think sharing a part of your life like that with someone is important. What do you love? What’s your deep, dark passion that we don’t know about yet?”
“You do know it. I live to play free cell.”
She tossed a carrot stick at him and he gave her a mock stern look. Teresa laughed. “You don’t scare me, Sir. And I don’t believe you. No one has a passion for a card game.”
“All right. I’ll fess up. I always wished I’d stuck with football. I mean in college. I wanted to play in the pros, but I was too stupid to focus.”
The pain in his voice ripped at her heart. “How did you end up as a police sergeant? I mean, did you set out to be that?”
He shook his head. “No. I didn’t really have a major at first. I was too busy being an asshole. But then I realized that college wasn’t high school, and if I didn’t get my shit together, I’d be one of those pathetic middle-aged men who chase pretty girls, and I’d buy a red convertible on my fortieth birthday. Everyone who watched me drive by would say how sad my life had become.”
“You’re not pathetic.” She crawled over and kissed him. “You’re not.”
“Not now,” said Carson. “But he was.”
Garrett threw an apple and almost hit Carson in the head. Teresa laughed again, and then Garrett pulled her onto his lap and kissed her neck. “All right. You drew my secret out. Now we want yours.”
She shrugged. “You already know it. I would have given anything to be up on a stage like that woman was last night, singing in front of people who clapped and cheered.”
“Why didn’t you?” asked Carson.
She snorted. “You’re kidding, right? You know what I did right after I left school.”
“We should persuade your brother to have live music at his bar,” said Carson. “Then you could sing for everyone in Racy.”
She smiled as she pictured it. “Well, that’s a nice dream, but I can’t see Luke going along with that.”
“What about you?” asked Garrett, tossing another apple toward Carson. “Any plans ever to be something other than a cop?”
“Not really. My parents getting killed pretty much set me on the course I was meant to be on.”
Garrett gave her a tight squeeze. “Well, whatever we do from this point on, we do together. I like this. I like it a lot.”
“So do I,” said Carson. His voice was full of emotion, and Teresa suddenly wished they weren’t out in the open where everyone could see them. She wanted them both again. Right now. “We’re going to make this work. I promise you both that.”
She held out her arms, and Carson hugged her as much as possible, considering she was on Garrett’s lap. Garrett held onto her from behind, and Teresa knew she’d never be able to give either man up. She was already gone. Head over heels for both of them. And she loved being there. It was perfect.
* * * *
That night, she made love with both of them again, but they were gentle and slow this time. And there was no play. The guys told her she’d had enough yesterday, and promised to try out the nipple clamps another time. Those were the objects she’d thought were earrings that Carson had placed on the table, along with the vibrator.
They didn’t fuck her in the ass that night, either. Carson explained that she needed to get used to it, and they didn’t want to hurt her or push her too far, too quickly. Teresa was so overcome with emotion that when she came, she started to cry. Every fantasy she used to have combined didn’t come close to the reality of these two.
> After they made love, they talked about her sessions with Julie, and she used Carson’s computer to make out a schedule for them so all three of them would have access to it. When Garrett realized she didn’t even have her own laptop, and that she’d had to leave Maggie’s old computer behind in the apartment above her parents’ garage, he promised they’d buy her one.
On Saturday after they ate breakfast, Carson answered a call on his cell that turned out to be from Teresa’s father. She knew it was him because Carson called him by his first name. As Carson went upstairs to continue the call, Garrett tried to keep Teresa interested in the free cell game they were playing, but she kept making mistakes and finally got up to pace the room.
“What does he want? Why is calling?”
“He doesn’t know where you went. He’s probably just worried.”
“He knows. I left them a note.”
Garrett frowned. “What? When did you do that?”
“When you and Carson were putting the last of my things into his car. I’d written it while you two were packing up my clothes, and before we left I went inside the main house and put it on the hall table. So he’s had it since Thursday afternoon.”
Garrett came over and put his arms around her. “I had no idea you’d done that. Neither of us did. We talked last night about whether or not to bring up the subject with you. We were concerned that they wouldn’t know where you were unless they asked one of the detectives, and we weren’t sure they’d do that.”
“Well, they knew.” She couldn’t explain this to him. She couldn’t explain it to anyone. Normal parents kept track of their children, didn’t they? Then again, how would she know?
When Carson came back downstairs, Garrett told him what he and Teresa had just talked about.
