Blake Shelton’s latest, Based On A True Story, added the perfect something to the late-afternoon ambience. Nancy snuggled deeper into Eli’s embrace.
“Country music,” Eli said. “I guess I should have known.”
Nancy’s smile widened. “You don’t like country music?”
“I do, but I also like rock and pop and jazz and classical music.”
“You can look through the menu in the computer. You’ll find all sorts of different genres there.” Then she pitched her voice in what she considered her most snobbish tone. “I have very eclectic tastes.”
“No, you have absolutely delicious tastes. At least, every part of you that I’ve tasted so far is absolutely delicious.”
He kissed the top of her head, and damned if she didn’t sigh from the sweetness of it all.
She must have dozed off, because it seemed like no time at all had passed when Jeremiah announced that supper was ready.
Good food and good company went a long way toward smoothing out the irritations of the day. Nancy was quite adept at sparring with her cousins, and she loved Jordan to bits, but she really didn’t like having her shortcomings and failures pointed out to her—it just made her feel stupid.
Of course that brought her right back to where she’d been, mentally, before they’d left the firing range. “I keep trying to figure out what was in my purse that could have been the target of a would-be thief. I’m sorry, but nothing comes to mind.”
“My suggestion is to let it go, baby.” Jeremiah passed her the rice casserole. “If you worry over it, it won’t bubble to the surface. Let it go, and in time, it will come to you.”
“He knows what he’s saying,” Eli said. “He has twin degrees in law and psychology. Plus, his dad’s a very famous shrink.”
Nancy looked at Jeremiah. Then her eyes widened. “I just made the connection! The Criminal Mind Revealed! Is that your father who’s on that show?”
Jeremiah shrugged. God, he’s cute when he’s embarrassed. “Yes, that’s him. He’d already made his mark in his field and published several well-received books when that reality channel contacted him for the series.” He shook his head. “Good for Dad, a tad uncomfortable for the rest of us.”
“I’ve watched a few episodes, but some I had to turn off. They gave me the creeps.”
“Imagine being Dr. Ralph Winthrop’s son and listening to his own unique version of the bedtime story.”
“I don’t want to imagine that, thank you very much.” She grinned to soften the comment.
Jeremiah laughed and nodded. “Good. That was definitely the right answer.”
Despite male arguments, Nancy did help to clear the table and set the dishes into the dishwasher. With the three of them working together, it didn’t take very long to set the kitchen to rights. The sun had set, and all Nancy really wanted was to love on these two men.
It must have been what they wanted, too. Eli and Jeremiah looked at each other for a moment, and Jeremiah nodded. Then he turned to her. “Come on, baby. Let’s have a shower and then immerse ourselves in that Jacuzzi of yours.”
“I should probably change the water, first.”
Jeremiah shook his head. “While the dinner was cooking and you were having your little cat nap earlier, I went up and saw to it. The water should be hot by now.” He held out his hand, and in response, Nancy gave him hers.
Excitement rolled in her belly because she knew what to expect from her lovers, now. Eli and Jeremiah had touched her in ways she’d never been touched. She’d reached heights of ecstasy she hadn’t known existed.
She had tasted of the wine of Eros, and she wanted more.
They undressed her, taking turns loosening and removing her clothing, and giving her tiny, teasing kisses in between. Their hands swept and brushed ever so lightly against her flesh, the barely there caresses awakening her arousal. Their hands swept not her breasts and her pussy, but subtler places—her shoulders and neck, her waist and down her hip and across the small of her back.
When they’d rendered her completely naked, they stepped back only long enough to cast off their own coverings. Then they came to her, bare and beautiful, naked and very, very needy. Nancy’s mouth watered and her juices flowed.
The water from the shower, hot and steaming, loosened her muscles and slickened her flesh. Hands, covered with peach-scented lather, smoothed and soothed and cupped and coddled. Jeremiah turned her so that her back was to his front, and with the slightest signal, told her to relax against him and trust.
I do that so easily with these men when it comes to sex. Always before, she’d been shy of standing so boldly naked. Not so with these men. Never before had she felt comfortable enough in her skin to indulge in this kind of pampering—or foreplay. But she did, and the sensation of being cared for, of being tended to, felt more than just good, physically. It fed a need buried so deep within her she’d forgotten it existed.
Nancy sighed and blinked away the tears that misted her vision.
She’d left her hair up in its clip and Eli ensured her hair stayed mostly dry. He used his hands on her shoulders and arms, working to massage the heated water into them.
They rinsed her as carefully as they’d bathed her, their touch seductive, yet subtle.
Eli picked her up, not even drying her, and carried her to the Jacuzzi. The sound of the bubbles and the aroma of the steam—again, with just a hint of fruit—drew her in.
When Eli immersed them into the froth, keeping her on his lap, she let the ambience of the tub and the closeness of one lover fill her soul.
Jeremiah took a moment to put towels into the dryer, and then he joined them, easing himself into the Jacuzzi beside them.
Then Jeremiah slid off the bench to sit on the bottom of the tub. The water came to just under his chin. He reached up, and Eli handed her to him.
He kept her hair from getting wet but ensured she was immersed to her neck. Nancy sighed as the healing properties of the moving water went to work on her sore and strained muscles.
“This feels so good.” Her head rested on Jeremiah’s shoulder and she knew she could just completely relax, and let go every bit of care and control.
“I think we pushed you too far today,” Eli said. He, too, slid off the bench and then moved so that he could take her feet onto his lap.
“No, it really was my fault. I had let myself get rusty and I shouldn’t have.” There was so much she hadn’t told these two men. Time would tell if a deeper intimacy was warranted. But until then, there were other things she could say, other ways to share herself.
“Growing up, we were taught vigilance and self-defense. There were safety protocols that were drilled into us, and one of them—once we were old enough to handle weapons—was regular practice so as to be ready, just in case.”
“Just in case of what?” Jeremiah asked.
“Anything. Everything.” Nancy sighed. “Most folks coming through Lusty have no idea that they’ve entered a small town that is likely one of the wealthiest in the country. We don’t live rich, but we are. Every one of us born into the families has that proverbial silver spoon as standard equipment.”
“Making the kids, and adults, too, possible kidnapping targets,” Eli said.
“Yeah. It’s actually only happened twice that I know of, and that’s been within the last couple of years—and not to kids, but to adults.”
“And not for ransom,” Eli said. “I know we played dumb with Peter, earlier, but we actually knew about the events involving Miguel Ramos and his drug cartel.”
“I missed out on all the fun,” Nancy said.
“Thank God.” Jeremiah gave her a quick little squeeze. “That could have turned to a tragedy in a heartbeat.”
“Maybe, anyplace else. But I do think—despite the constant grumblings of the men about their womenfolk placing themselves in danger—that the odds really are on our side here in Lusty, all things considered.”
“Well I for one sincerely hope
that run-in with your would-be burglar is the only close brush you’re ever going to have.”
Yep, Eli is a Dom down to his bones, all right. And maybe that’s one of the things about him that draws me so strongly and has from the beginning.
Nancy had long believed there was more than a little of the sub in her.
“So you know about Jeremiah’s background—wealthy academia,” Eli said. “Mine is in business. My grandfather founded Barton Enterprises, and my dad has grown it into Barton International. The business is headquartered in New York, but we’ve offices in LA and London, England. Dad made us work for all our spending money, growing up. But he never pressured any of us to enter the business. I have a sister and a brother who did. The rest of us—well, Grandfather had married well. Grandma Barton left each of us a healthy trust fund. So, Miss Jessop, someday in the future we can compare our silver spoons.”
“I’m just second generation rich,” Jeremiah said. “And Dad is still busy building those future trust funds. So my spoon is more stainless steel.”
“Aww, poor Jeremiah.”
“God, woman, you’re a brat. I love that about you,” he said.
Nancy sighed and just let herself lay against him. He was so tender with her, it was hard not to feel weepy. The heat was making her emotionally sloppy.
“How do your neck and shoulders feel, baby?”
“Better. Much better.”
“Then let’s get you out of this tub and dried off. I saw some medicated ointment in the vanity. We’ll get you rubbed down.”
Nancy snorted. “Like a horse.”
“Yep,” Eli said. “And then we’re going to ride you.”
“Yeehaw!”
Eli and Jeremiah both chuckled at her quip, and Nancy was pleased their senses of humor seemed to match her own.
Eli got out of the tub first and grabbed the towels out of the dryer, as Jeremiah eased her onto the bench, and then stood himself. He lifted her out of the water and handed her over to Eli.
“This isn’t negative self-image speak, but you’re both very strong. I never considered that a desirable attribute in a lover. I’ve changed my mind.”
“It’s a man’s sacred duty to take care of his woman,” Eli said.
“Damn straight.” Jeremiah quickly dried himself off and then went in search of the liniment Eli had mentioned. A popular brand, it had no medicinal scent.
The best treatment for her aching muscles, Nancy decided several minutes later, was the way their hands so expertly pressed and pushed and rubbed them.
“Y’all must have taken lessons in this.”
“Nope. It’s all natural talent, baby.”
When they were finished, they washed their hands, and then wiped the excess liniment from her shoulders and arms.
“Are you up to having us tonight, baby?” Jeremiah asked.
“We can just snuggle you in tonight if you’d rather,” Eli said.
“I want you.” Until these men, Nancy had been convinced that she had a very low libido. She’d only experienced climax once—from her second lover. Now she knew the lack hadn’t been in her, but in the first two men she’d been foolish to try on. “I want you both every single way I can have you.”
Eli and Jeremiah looked at each other and smiled. Then Eli took her hand and kissed it. “Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?”
“Yes, please.”
Jeremiah picked her up. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
Just that easily, Nancy felt her arousal flare into life. She did as he asked, and sighed with pleasure. The rub of his chest with that light sprinkling of dark hair against her breasts was a tactile delight. The sensation of his erect cock, warm and strong as it nestled between the lips of her pussy, was nearly enough to make her come all by itself. She wrapped her arms around Jeremiah’s neck and shivered with the pleasure of it.
“Yeah, me, too, baby.” He sat on the end of the bed with her still wrapped around him. “Eli’s got something for you.”
She lifted her head, her attention going to her other lover. He held a condom out to her and she smiled.
“Oh, goody.” It didn’t take more than a moment to tear open the little plastic package. She slid back a couple of inches on his lap so she could sheath him. She loved the feel of his shaft covered with the ultra-thin latex, and shamelessly pumped his cock a couple of times with her hand to indulge that particular pleasure.
Jeremiah growled. “Tease.”
“No, I’m not. A tease doesn’t deliver. I do. In fact, I’m going to, right now.” Nancy didn’t have a lot of practice riding a man’s cock. But she wanted to, and she wanted to get good at it.
She knew she was wet, because she could feel her juices coating the lips of her pussy. She slid a bit closer to his chest, and then went up on her knees. She bent her head and nuzzled Jeremiah’s face, spreading tiny kisses on his cheek and his lips. “I need your cock inside me, Jeremiah.”
“Baby.” He reached down and positioned himself.
When Nancy felt the latex-covered head of his cock brush her, she wiggled her hips just enough, and then slid down onto him. This position made his cock feel even bigger and reach even deeper than it had the night before.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Nice and slow. Fuck me good.”
Nancy wrapped her arms around his neck, and then used her lips and tongue to taste his mouth and his neck as she rose and fell in a slow, sultry rhythm.
Moving up and down, and with a little swirl of her hips, she felt him inside her in a new and exciting way. Everything about this thrilled her. She loved the friction against her canal, the push of his cockhead so deep it was slightly painful. And she loved that in this position, she could rub her clit against his groin.
Jeremiah held her waist in his two hands and helped her move. He looked down, and Nancy knew he was watching his cock disappear inside of her. His guttural groans and subtle hisses as he inhaled told her all she needed to know about the pleasure she gave him. She’d never felt bold enough to talk dirty with any lover, but the urge to do so now bordered on desperation.
“Oh baby, I love the feel of your cock fucking my cunt. You’re so big and it feels so good. I need more, Jeremiah. Fuck me, hard, baby. Make me scream.”
Jeremiah hissed and his cock felt as if it was growing even bigger inside of her.
Eli stepped close and used his hand to part her ass cheeks. Then it was her turn to hiss as he began to spread lube up and down her crack, coating her anal opening.
“Your cunt just squeezed my cock and covered me in your juices. You like that. Have you ever had a cock in your ass, baby?”
“Never.” She’d doubted since her first lover that she’d ever want that. She doubted no more. Eli’s fingers, rubbing and pressing, set off fireworks inside her.
“You’re going to have ours,” Eli promised. “We’ll get you ready for us, but you’re going to take each of us here, and then, sweet Nancy, you’ll take us both, together—one in your juicy cunt and one in your hot, tight ass.”
Nancy whimpered as the arousal seemed to become a force within that had three centers—her pussy, her clit, and her anus.
“Oh, baby, I am so glad you like this. Yeah, that’s it, squeeze my cock some more. You want it faster and deeper? You want it a little rough?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. Please.” She didn’t care if she had to beg. Exciting and thrilling, electrical currents were running all through her, and she needed more. She needed to come.
“You got it.” Jeremiah took over the motion, lifting and pulling her down again and again with greater force and speed. He seemed to understand how she needed that clitoral stimulation, because every second or third stroke he moved in such a way as to give it to her.
Eli paused in his ministrations, and Nancy cried out, a nonverbal plea for him to come back, to give her more.
And then he did, his fingers slicked with more lube. And this time, on every caressing stroke, he pressed against her ro
sette, pressing and pressing with each pass, until everything, everything seemed to be centered right there on her anus.
“Oh, oh! Oh, I can’t…” She couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. She could only feel. Sounds emerged, feral sounds that she’d never made, never knew she could produce.
Her men understood her completely.
Jeremiah combed his fingers through her hair, pulling her into his kiss as his cock continued to fuck her hard and fast and deep.
Eli brushed back and forth and then centered on her anus and pushed with a steady, unrelenting pressure.
His finger breached her sphincter and she exploded into the fieriest orgasm she’d ever had. On and on it went, tossing her high, pulling her deep, rolling through her soul with the force of nature the name of which she’d been likened to all her life.
She tore her mouth from Jeremiah’s and cried out, rapture and accomplishment coating her in equal measure as her lover shouted out his own completion.
Chapter 15
Nancy couldn’t move. She tried to catch her breath, and shivered spasmodically as the tiny electric shocks of afterglow shot through her.
She wasn’t the only one struggling to breathe. Jeremiah’s arms slipped around her and she had the sense that he needed to anchor himself against her as his chest heaved.
She moaned when Eli removed his finger from her ass. She heard his footsteps as he went into the bathroom. Water ran, and he was back just a few moments later.
She jerked in surprise when she felt the warm, damp cloth against her anus, and then the gentle pat of a towel.
“I just wanted to clean up the lube.” His whispered words landed on her shoulder a heartbeat before his kiss.
“Ugmph.” It was the best Nancy could manage. She did smile when Jeremiah shook with quiet laughter.
Eli returned from the bathroom again. He lifted her off Jeremiah—probably so that he could go take care of his condom—and then he set her on the bed. “Let’s snuggle for a bit, sweetheart.”
Nancy wasn’t so far gone that she needed that much pampering. “I want you, too.”
“Oh trust me, you’re going to have me. But Jeremiah and I have an agenda.”
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