The idea of being at his mercy pushed her over the edge. Tru had never seriously entertained the idea of belonging to anyone before, and now a seed of hope, hidden in a dark corner of her heart so that sunlight would never find it, sprang to life. Too tired to stomp it down, she left it alone to deal with later. A climax washed through her insides, and she could only moan.
The vibrator vacated its place, and the ropes binding her wrists and ankles dropped away. Jed picked her up and carried her to the aftercare room, the solid wall of his bare chest providing more comfort than she had ever let herself feel before this. He set her on a soft bed, and then he peeled away the blindfold.
She prepared to squint and blink as she became used to the glare, but they’d dimmed the lights. She said nothing as they rubbed her down with a sweet smelling cream and wrapped her in a large, soft blanket.
Then Liam gathered her in his arms. “We’re going to go back to our room, Princess.”
She snuggled into his embrace and closed her eyes. This wasn’t how she’d thought the night would end.
Chapter Sixteen
Tru woke to the feel of an erection pressed against her ass. She struggled to shake off the fog of sleep, but with a masculine body pressed to each side of her, it proved difficult. Hoping movement would help rouse her, she shifted.
“You keep doing that, I’m going to fuck you whether you’re asleep or awake.” The sleep-rough voice belonged to Liam.
Neither of them had climaxed last night, and she felt guilty about that. “Sir,” she mumbled, “I’m awake enough.”
He flopped onto his back and reached clumsily for something on the table. Someone had left the bathroom light on, though the door was mostly closed, so Tru rolled and lifted her head to see what he was after. That woke her fully.
Someone had put condoms on the bedside table. Liam snagged one, pushed the covers down his body, and rolled it on without opening his eyes. “Hop on.”
She straddled him and grabbed the bottle of lubricant someone had also put on the table, and she rubbed it from clit to hole before she positioned his cock at her entrance. “I’m going to wake you up, Sir.” She sank down slowly, luxuriating in the feel of his thickness penetrating her thirsty pussy. “I’m going to thank you for last night.”
“It’s still last night.” Jed’s rich baritone came from the darker side of the bed.
She looked over to see the scant light reflecting in his dark irises like candlelight and chocolate. “I seem to remember you promising to have me at the same time.” She drew her hands up her thighs and across her stomach. Traveling higher, she lifted the tender round globes of her breasts, still sore from Jed’s ministrations, and a whimper escaped.
“I seem to remember that as well.” Jed pushed the covers down, and she realized that they’d both gone to bed as naked as her. By the time they’d made it back to the room, Tru had been sound asleep. She barely remembered them putting her in bed, and nothing afterward.
He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Tru focused on pleasuring Liam. She fingered her clit as she rocked her hips, giving him a show because she knew how much he liked to watch. He let her play for the space of three heartbeats, and then he pulled her down to take control with one demanding kiss. Tru melted in the face of his mastery. When it came to these two, she had no will to resist their demands or the way they watered the newly awakened seed in her heart.
He released her lips almost reluctantly, and a cocky smile tilted the corners of his mouth. “Get Jed ready, Princess.”
Another set of hands, this time belonging to Jed, guided her face to the side. Jed held his semi-hard cock in one hand, and she opened her mouth. He let her lick and suck until his erection was full, and then he took over, fucking her mouth with shallow strokes. Beneath her, Liam moved her hips up and down without urgency.
Jed withdrew his cock and claimed her lips for a kiss that drugged her senses. When he ended it, he traced a finger along her bottom lip. “Remember to use your safeword if it’s too much.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Beneath her, Liam spread his legs, which forced her to also spread wider. The bed dipped, and she realized that he’d made room for Jed. She felt his fingers at her back entrance, spreading lubricant, and she remembered how wonderful it had felt to have him take her this way earlier. However at the time there hadn’t been a cock in her vagina. Things were going to be tight for sure.
She felt the gentle pressure of his cock on her sphincter, and she exhaled as he pressed forward. It felt good—so unbelievably good. She was full, trapped between the two men who made her feel so very alive. Her entire body trembled with pleasure and anticipation.
A hiss beneath her caused her eyes to fly open. Liam’s blue eyes were wide with shock, and she realized that this was his first time as well.
He swore softly.
“Sir? Are you okay?” It hadn’t occurred to her that he might find this uncomfortable. After all, she was the one with two dicks in her body.
“Fine.” He exhaled hard, a sibilant sound that belied his assurance.
“Are you sure? You can safeword too.” Somewhere in the press of bodies, she’d collapsed against his chest, and she felt the staccato rhythm of his heart thumping against hers.
He smacked her thigh, his sharp reprimand catching a welt from her flogging. She yelped.
“No topping from the bottom. I said I was fine, now drop it.”
Tru knew when to shut up. Jed withdrew, and he surged forward as Liam withdrew. They experimented in search of a rhythm that worked for both of them, and Tru remained as still as she could while they played around.
Except that it was difficult to not move when her Sirs were doing wondrous things to her body. She moaned and whimpered, burying her face in Liam’s neck and digging her nails into his arms and shoulders in her struggle.
Liam murmured halves of phrases meant to comfort her, but his eyes had taken on that dreamy half-mast look they got when he was close. Jed pitched forward, planting his hands on either side of Liam and sealing his front to her back. He grunted swear words and dirty talk into her other ear.
“Beautiful, you’re doing great.” Liam’s assurance was slurred, but the meaning was there. “You feel so good.”
“Your ass is so tight and hot, Princess. I could fuck it every fucking day.”
So alike, yet so different. Her Sirs were perfect in every way. An orgasm washed over her, the kind that was hot and cold at the same time. It detonated in her pussy and traveled up her spine. She lost control, and her body bucked wildly. Dimly she realized that Liam had banded his arms around her, and that Jed had wrapped his hand in her hair and jerked her head back to stop her from bashing it into either him or Liam.
They kept fucking her. The orgasm stretched, and she heard a shrill scream before a hand clamped over her mouth. Wave after wave battered her until their shouts joined her never-ending, keening cry.
Orgasm. There was a word she loved. It was round and made the speaker’s mouth pucker and hum, which her body was still doing.
Later, they both held her, raining soft kisses on her head, face, neck, and shoulders while their hands trailed soothing caresses down her body. Safe and secure between her Sirs, she fell back asleep.
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“Tell me something I don’t know about you.” Tru followed her request with a flippant wink.
Jed’s first inclination was to not answer. They were in the public dining room during the height of breakfast service, and he knew she wasn’t after more information on his cover. A steady scrape-scrape came from across the table. Dare glanced up for a second, but he said nothing as he continued buttering his toast.
“Come on.” Now her luscious lips turned down in a cute pout. “I told you stuff about me that I don’t go around telling people.”
“That you’re a cancer survivor?” Jed needed clarification because he thought her preference for having two lovers was pretty much out in the op
en.
“Yes. That.”
“You let us figure out the death wish thing on our own.” The snarky statement slipped out. Jed wasn’t okay with her dangerous pursuits, and the more time he spent as her Dominant, the less he felt inclined to indulge that particular interest. “By making us watch.”
With the flick of her wrist and a sour moue, she waved away his concern. “I don’t have a death wish. I just like extreme sports. Look, if you don’t want to share, don’t, okay?”
A server set a bottle of ketchup next to Dare. He shook it up and squirted some on his eggs and hash browns. “I like ketchup on my eggs. It’s like a tomato veggie smoothie.”
She pressed her lips together. “You’re both assholes, you know that?”
Jed closed his hand over the fist she’d balled up on her lap. “Princess, this isn’t the right place for that kind of conversation.”
Tru rolled her eyes, and that’s when he noticed they were tearing up.
“I’m adopted.” Dare studied her expression, so Jed did too. She seemed to be on the border between Sarcasmland and Tearsville. At his admission, she veered toward Tearsville. “And you’re having subdrop.”
“I’m not—” She broke off. “Maybe I am. I’m sorry.”
Jed pried open her fist and threaded his fingers through hers. “It’s okay to drop. We’re here for you, and we’re not going anywhere.”
“I was seven,” Dare continued. “My birth mother became addicted to meth, and I ended up in the foster care system. I moved around to different homes for a couple years, and then I met my adoptive mother. She was a single mom too, but she didn’t feel the need to escape into drugs. She’s a great lady.”
Tru’s mouth opened and closed. “I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m glad you ended up with a new mom that you like. Have you ever tried to reconnect with your birth mother?”
Dare used his fork to scoop ketchup-covered eggs into his mouth. “She had her chance, and I’ve moved on. I have a mom who cares about me. That’s all I need.”
Tru’s eyes glazed over for several seconds, like she was seeing something that wasn’t there. Perhaps she was lost in memories of losing her parents at around the same age. Before long, she returned to them, and she stared down at her plate of half-eaten fruit and waffles. “If you happen to bump into her anywhere, you should be polite. It’s not easy to get clean and put your life back together.”
As a response, Dare scowled. Jed knew what Tru didn’t—that Dare’s birth mother had left him home alone without food for days on end. Social services got involved because he had been chronically truant from school, and they’d found him malnourished, living in an apartment that didn’t have electricity or running water. He’d been through so many foster homes because he’d hoarded food and acted out at every single one of them.
Jed tried to smooth things over, but tears gushed down Tru’s cheeks. She jumped up, mumbling, “I’m sorry,” as she fled the room.
“I’ll go after her.” Jed threw his napkin on the table. “It’s subdrop more than anything else.”
Dare stared at his ketchup-stained eggs. “I do look her up from time to time. She’s married and has four kids.”
Jed put a hand on Dare’s shoulder as he passed his buddy. “Joyce is an amazing mom. I’ll make sure Tru knows you’re not upset with her.”
Dare aimlessly stabbed at his eggs, but he didn’t reply.
He found Tru with her face buried in a pillow, sobs shaking her whole body. He gathered her into his arms and rocked her gently, making soothing shhh sounds. Five minutes passed, then ten. By the fifteen minute mark her sobs had calmed into occasional sniffles.
“Dare isn’t upset with you.”
“I know. He’s upset with his birth mother, and he’s going to be very mean to her when they meet—mean, like he’s never been before. Maybe she deserves it, but he will feel very guilty about it for the rest of his life. He’s not a mean person.”
Jed chuckled. “Princess, don’t worry about that. It isn’t going to happen.”
“They’re going to meet up at a park with lots of people around.” Tru slapped her palm over her mouth. “I need to stop talking. I have no idea what I’m saying. I’m sorry.”
Thinking back to their conversation the night before and the way Tru had withdrawn from it, Jed leaned back to better see her face. “Tru? Can you see the future?”
She shook her head, but she refused to meet his gaze. “I’m just a little crazy with the subdrop. Give me some time. The insanity will fade.”
He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. “No lies, Princess, or you will be punished.”
“No, I can’t see the future.” She held his gaze until her face scrunched up and she jerked away in time to sneeze. She slid off his lap and went for the tissue box. “I see images, snippets only, that flash through my mind once and then they’re gone. They never repeat, and they don’t come with a caption to help them make sense.” She blew and wiped, and then she faced him. “Please don’t tell Liam any of this. He already thinks I need therapy.”
Turning the issue over in his mind, Jed didn’t see where Dare needed to know about this until Tru told him herself. “Did you see Dare meeting his birth mother?”
“I see an image of her with some guy who’s about her age, and three or four kids. Two are teenagers, and the other one is younger. I’m not sure about the fourth one. Maybe it’s a friend. I don’t know how they come to be in the same place. There are lots of people in the background, so maybe it’s a public event or a park. I can’t hear what he says, but the look on his face is hateful. She tries to speak, but he won’t let her.”
Jed ran a washcloth under cold water and pressed it to her eyes. “Hold that there for a bit.” He guided her to the bed and made her sit down. Her vision fit with what Dare had just told him about his research. “What makes you think it’s his birth mother in your vision?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“What makes you think he’ll feel guilty afterward?”
“I would.” She slid the cloth from her eyes and turned the full power of those deep brown pools on him. “Please don’t say anything, okay? If I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have said anything in the first place. Can we forget about this conversation?”
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “No, but I won’t say anything to Dare. You can tell him yourself when you think the time is right. I think it’s kind of cool that you have visions. Did you see me before we met?”
“Yeah. And Liam. That’s why I knew the three of us would work together.” She put the cloth back in place. The coolness would help the swelling around her eyes.
He wanted to ask more, like if she saw a future for them, but he held his tongue. If he had his way, it would happen. Instead he turned his thoughts to more practical matters. “What about the body you found? Did you have a vision to tell you where to look?”
“No. But I did have a vision that told me you were coming. When I saw Liam and you in the same place, it was a little shocking at first. I didn’t know what to do with both of you—at first. Then I went with my gut, and here we are.” She laughed a little, and he took that as a good sign.
“What about the murderer? Can you get a vision of him?”
She removed the cloth again and stared at him. “It’s not like the movies. I can’t control it, and I don’t generally get helpful visions. They’re mostly flashes of faces or things, and if there’s any talking, the sound is turned off.”
He wanted to discuss it further, but the door opened, and Dare came inside. He set two foil-wrapped plates on the dresser before sitting on the other side of Tru.
He stroked her back. “Princess, I’m sorry. You meant well. It’s just that it took me a long time to stop hating the world. I have looked her up. It’s why I got caught hacking into the CIA in the first place.”
Jed eyed his friend skeptically. “Why would you think the CIA had information on her? You’d need the
State database, not a Federal one.”
Dare made an open-handed, circular gesture in the air as he thought. “I didn’t know where to find information, and one of my conspiracy groups said that the CIA kept records like that. If I had done research, I would have just hacked into the State of Michigan, and then I wouldn’t have been arrested or forced to work for the FBI in exchange for not serving time.”
Tru cupped his cheek, turning his face to hers. “No, I’m sorry. I forgot that I get a little crazy the day after an intense scene. Last night was intense. And incredible. Thank you.”
Dare must have moved on because he kissed Tru with possessive tenderness. “It’s okay to want to get to know me better. I probably should have led with something more innocuous like the fact that I’m an only child or that my mom is seventy-five. That’s unusual for a thirty-four-year-old man.”
She giggled. “Gram is seventy-four, and she raised me. I bet Gram would get along well with your mom.”
Jed felt a little left out, especially since he’d been the one to follow and comfort her, but as the day wore on, that feeling subsided. They took turns cuddling in bed with her and watching television, and after lunch, he took her for a romantic stroll along the shore while Dare worked in the room. They talked a lot, and he ended up telling her about his family. He didn’t have a tragic story like Tru or Dare. His parents were racing through life at full speed, his younger brother was in law school, and his older brother was a wildlife researcher who traveled a lot. He amused her with tales of his childhood exploits.
She laughed a lot, and she shared similar stories that opened her life to him. By the time they climbed the steep path back to the Inn, he felt like he’d known her for years. This woman, he realized, was beautiful inside and out. Despite his best efforts to treat this as a fling—as per their agreement—he was falling for her. He held her hand as they walked because he couldn’t stand the thought of not having physical contact.
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