Sparks stood. “I’m sleeping with you. I need to make sure you’re going to be okay.”
From the twinkle in his eye, he had designs on doing something other than just keeping an eye on her. That was fine by her, but she didn’t want Evan to be uncomfortable in the next room. She made a lot of noise when making love. Tonight, given her condition, they might have to refrain.
“Good night, then.”
She went into her room and crawled into bed. For when Sparks was ready to join her, she left the light on. She had no idea what time it was when the door opened, but when she cracked open an eye, both Sparks and Evan were looking down at her smiling.
Her mind thought she might be seeing double. “What are you two doing here?”
They both placed a knee on the bed on either side of her. “We’re going to give you the best night of your life.”
The thrill of being with both men collided with trepidation. Was this what she really wanted? Could she set aside her programming and accept the ménage relationship?
The answer was a resounding yes.
Chapter Eleven
Evan couldn’t believe he was finally going to taste the woman he’d wanted for so many years. He’d rehearsed what he’d say if she balked at being with him, but when she smiled, his heart soared.
Her gaze ran from him to Sparks. They’d already agreed that he should make love to her first, since Sparks had already had the pleasure. Once they both enjoyed her, she might soften toward the idea of a permanent relationship with them both.
They loved sharing. It brought so much more enjoyment to all parties involved.
Sparks stroked her cheek and stole a few kisses. “Are you up for some loving?”
Her headache had disappeared and she had yet to experience any side effects from the fall. “Oh, yeah.”
Sparks grinned. “I want you to know that I’m happy to watch you make love to Evan.”
She glanced from one to the other, a bit of indecision on her face. When she took his hand, his heart raced. “I’d like that.”
Wahoo!
Evan leaned over her. “Honey, let’s get you out of that nightgown.”
The light from the hallway illuminated her face. Her gaze shot to Sparks, who nodded. She reached down to lift her nightgown, when Evan stopped her.
“Can I do this? I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to make you mine.”
When she didn’t protest, Evan lifted her gown above her waist. Her scent wafted up to him. He should take her gown completely off, but he thought she’d be more comfortable partially dressed. He told himself to take this seduction slowly, but his cock was so hard he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. He yearned for this ménage lifestyle and wanted to ease her into the idea.
He rubbed her feet to help her relax. When she closed her eyes and moaned, his dick twitched. Massaging her legs, he moved his hands higher and higher until he was on his stomach. Praying she wouldn’t freak, he pulled open her legs. Her eyes flew open.
“Shh. It’s okay. I promise you’ll like this.”
Sparks leaned over, cupped her face and gently kissed her. With the distraction from Sparks, Evan peeled open her pussy lips and licked her sweet honey. My God, but she tasted better than he imagined.
With each flick of his tongue, her groans increased, which urged him on. He wanted to slip a finger into her ass, but that would have to come later. If he let his imagination run wild and followed his urges, he might lose any chance of them being all together.
Instead, he dipped a finger into her pussy. Her level of wetness delighted him. After thrusting his finger in and out of her a few times, he added another finger to the mix. She nearly bucked off the bed. Her responsiveness pumped him full of testosterone. When he rubbed her clit, her moans intensified.
“Oh, Evan, that feels so good.”
“I’m glad.” Really glad.
By now, Sparks had backed off. Clearly, he wanted her to enjoy the ride only Evan could give her. Only if she accepted him could all three be together. Evan knew just what she needed. He crooked his fingers and hit her most sensitive spot. Every time he brushed against her clit, her fingers pressed into his skull. She was right where he wanted her. Unfortunately, he was much closer to the brink than he desired.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and dragged them up to her delicious tits. Once he moved the nightgown out of the way, he captured her nipple with his teeth. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to spend hours licking her pussy and suckling on her breasts, but the years of wanting prevented him from staying calm.
“You have magnificent tits.”
The upward movement of her chest seemed to be her way of thanking him. He pressed one nipple between his forefinger and thumb while he suckled on the other one. His cock was close to her wet pussy, but he tried not to think of his release. It had to be about satisfying Brittany first. He wanted to delve into her so bad, but his plan was to expose her to other things. He’d dreamed of tying her to the bed, her legs spread-eagle, of sucking on her until she screamed his name. Then he’d flip her over and make love to her pretty ass. Right now, he didn’t want to do anything that would cause her to stop him.
“Brittany, what do you want me to do?” He thought she’d like to have some control.
“Kiss me.”
That was easy. He drew his body next to her and captured her lips. With one hand he massaged her pussy, continuing to test the water with a finger or two. His other hand explored her nipples while his tongue mated with hers. It was as if the air in the room had been sucked out. If he didn’t get more of her, he just might die from unfulfilled desire.
He pulled his hand from between her thighs to cup her face. Her aroma so close to his nose excited him.
“I want you.” He prayed she felt the same way.
“Fuck me.” Her breathy, sexy request was the last straw.
God, but the woman turned him on. “Soon.” That was the hardest word he’d had to say. He couldn’t wait much longer, but to give her more satisfaction, he’d try.
He pulled away and slipped off the bed.
“Evan? What did I do wrong?”
The pain nearly cut a hole in his heart. “Nothing, honey. I need to get something that will make us so happy.” He pulled a condom from his pants and waved it. She smiled and dropped her head back to the pillow.
Before he climbed back onto the bed, he grabbed a tube of lube as well as a small butt plug. It wouldn’t stretch her too much, but it would give her an introduction into the lifestyle both he and Sparks craved. For the time being, he would leave Brody out of the equation, but eventually, the man she initially had given her heart to would be part of the plan.
He scooted close to her. “Sparks and I would like to show you something new. It’s called a butt plug.”
“I know what one is.”
“Will you be willing to try it?” If he believed in superstition, he would have crossed his fingers.
“Why?”
Sparks slid closer. This might take both of them to convince her. He traced a line down her cheek.
“Darlin’, we want to love you both at the same time. Not now, but someday. This will get you prepared. If you don’t like it, you tell us to stop. Okay?”
Sparks kissed her and she leaned into him. Evan took the chance to rub his hand over her ass to get her used to the idea of him touching her there.
“Okay.”
His cock jumped in anticipation and his heart raced. He placed a bit of lube on his finger and ran the tip across her dark hole. When she didn’t seem to mind, he moved in closer and circled her anus. Only when he dipped a finger into her did she clench her butt.
“Evan, that feels so strange.”
“I know, but there are nerve endings in there that are begging for my touch. Go back to kissing Sparks and relax.”
Sparks pulled her on top of him, better exposing her wonderful ass. Evan automatically moved behind her but forced down the urge to pro
d her with his cock. After reapplying more lube, he pressed in a finger. When she didn’t jerk, he slipped in another one.
“I feel so full.”
“Yes. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.” Many of the women with whom he’d had anal sex had said the same thing, but all claimed to have enjoyed the different sensations that came with entering in the back door.
While Sparks kept her busy with his kisses, Evan used one hand to play with her pussy while the other worked its way into her darkened channel. After scissoring his fingers back and forth to stretch her, he pulled out.
She looked back over her shoulder as if she wondered where the pressure had gone. He picked up the glass plug and ripped open the paper covering. While the plug might go in without any help, he wanted the transition to be as smooth as possible, so he applied more lube to the plug. Rubbing her rear to help calm her, he pressed the cold plug to her hole. This time she did clench.
“Honey, you have to relax.”
“Is that you?”
“No, but I’m the one guiding the plug. Close your eyes and imagine it’s me loving you.”
He dipped a finger into her pussy again and twisted the plug at the same time. Every time she pressed downward, he worked his fingers faster inside her. His own cock ached to be inside.
Soon.
Brittany lifted her hips, as if she instinctively knew it would help.
“Does the plug feel good?”
He must have hit some sensitive spot, for she jerked, then calmed. “I think so.” She wiggled her butt, and the plug went in farther.
He alternated rubbing her rear and adding a twist to the glass plug that was shaped like a small cock. He understood she’d have to gradually move into larger sizes, but for now, the fact she was willing meant he would wait a long time if he had to.
“Honey, you’re doing so well.”
“It’s better than I thought. It’s weird. When you move it around, my pussy gets excited.”
“That’s how it works.”
Since he was behind her, he withdrew the hand playing with her pussy and nudged her open with his sheathed cock. While he wanted to smother her with kisses and suck on her tits forever, for now he’d be content to let Sparks be on that end. Having her get used to the double sensations was what they ultimately wanted.
When the plug sat firmly in her, he slid into her moist pussy. “Dear God, you’re tight there, too.”
“Oh, Evan.” Her breathy cry nearly undid his last bit of composure.
He couldn’t lose it now. He pressed in a bit further, wanting her to get used to having both him and the plug in her at the same time.
“You’re too big.”
His hands rubbed her back. “Just breathe.”
When her pussy walls clenched down on his cock, he squeezed his eyes shut to block out the erotic sensations blasting him. Control yourself.
With abandon, he pressed all the way down her delicious love channel. It was as if he’d died and gone to heaven. When her pussy gushed fluids, he slid in and out as if he’d been born to be inside her.
“There’s no more room.” Her tone had a hint of fear.
He stopped moving and rubbed small circles on her back. “Inhale and get used to that feeling. Think how good it feels in your ass and pussy.”
With a thumb on the plug to hold it in place, he slowly worked his way in again. When she moaned, he went in and out faster.
“More, Evan.”
He wasn’t sure what more meant, but he could increase the pace. He dove into her harder and faster. Her moans and groans got louder.
“I’m going to come, Evan.”
“Good, baby.” Sparks was kneading her tits, something he desperately wanted to do himself, but he concentrated on not letting go too soon. “Enjoy the ride. Come for me.”
His words of encouragement must have been what she was waiting to hear, for she shoved her hips backward to take in all of him. He’d never had anyone take to him like this before.
“Oh, God, Evan. Oh, my God.” From the way she held her breath and dropped her head, her climax had slammed against her.
His balls exploded, and his hot cum shot into her, caught by the condom. His breath rushed out and joy surrounded him. He dropped his head and let the intensity wash over him. His heart kept on going as he held her tight. He inhaled her sweet scent and his cock twitched again.
After that intense climax, he was beat, almost as if he’d run a marathon. Poor Sparks. He must have been harder than a steel girder.
Knowing he couldn’t stay inside her forever, Evan pulled out. He helped roll her on her back. “Stay right there.”
In her bathroom, he grabbed a towel, wet it, and brought it back out to wipe her down, as well as himself.
Sparks rolled next to her and ran a finger down her cheek. “I hope you aren’t too tired.”
She laughed. “Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ll walk for a week.”
Evan smiled. “We make a good pair, honey.”
“I guess it’s going to be a threesome from now on.”
He pumped a fist. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
She reached around to her rear. “I need to get this out.”
“No. You have to leave it in.”
“I can’t. I’ll walk funny, not to mention some other obstacles.”
“Take it out for cleaning purposes, but we need to stretch you a bit more.”
She seemed to think about it for a bit. “Let me sleep on it.”
“Good idea.”
Sparks nuzzled her neck. “How’s the head?”
“Headache’s still gone.” She smiled.
Evan figured his friend could revive her in about fifteen minutes. In the meantime, he was going to try for some shut-eye.
* * * *
When Brittany woke up the next morning, it took her a minute to remember what had happened last night. She recalled landing on her ass on Palmer’s Lake, and that Sparks and Evan had brought her home. The throbbing in her body confirmed she’d had amazing sex. The whole experience had been close to surreal. From the running shower, she wasn’t alone, and the smell of bacon and eggs told her both men were still here.
She expected to be blasted by remorse. Instead, she was infused with joy. Both Evan and Sparks had been right. Having two men stimulate her at the same time was something out of this world, even though she couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the whole idea of loving two men at once. The image of Brody in the mix surfaced, but she tamped that down. Two was enough to deal with.
She caught sight of the clock. Crap. She’d be late if she didn’t get a move on it. As she stood up, Sparks walked out of the bathroom naked.
He was drying his hair with a towel, acting as if he’d walked around her bedroom naked for years.
He grinned. “Hi. How are you feeling?”
“A little sore.”
“That’s to be expected. And your head? Any confusion?”
“No.” Except how to handle both of them.
Other than when she pressed on the back of her head, she hadn’t experienced much pain. The butt bruising had been a given.
He stepped closer to her and tapped the plug. “I bet you’ll be thinking of us all day long.”
“I’m sure.” For a lot of reasons. “I need to hop in the shower.”
“If I’d known, I would have waited for you.” He tossed her a sad face.
“If we’d have showered together, I’d be late to work and Evan would have joined us. Then we wouldn’t have gotten anything to eat.”
“Good point.”
He picked up his clothes and dressed quickly. “Don’t want the food to get cold. By the way, Evan’s a great cook.”
She had no idea. “I could get used to having someone make me breakfast in the morning.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged.” Sparks winked and trotted out.
Chapter Twelve
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how on
e looked at it, the clinic was packed for most of the morning. It seemed like flu season had arrived. The good part was that it kept Brittany busy and her mind off of what happened last night. The bad part was that her already-tired body became exhausted.
Near closing, the receptionist stuck her head in. “Brody Thomas is here to see you.”
Her joy drained. She didn’t relish dealing with additional personal issues after her exciting night. “Put him in room two. I’ll be right there.”
“I guess he’s come to hit on the new girl in town.” Her smile implied he’d done the same thing with her.
“Don’t think so. He sliced his leg and is probably here to get the stitches out.”
So as not to get into the discussion she didn’t want to have, she slipped out of the room and headed to see what Brody wanted or rather needed.
He was pacing, and from his gait, his leg looked good.
“Brody,” she said in her most professional tone.
He grinned and some of her composure melted. “Heard you had a little fun last night.”
Her stomach tumbled. “Yes.” She was a bit disappointed Evan had spilled the beans. Or had Evan told him to gauge his interest?
He stepped closer. “I wanted to say thank you for helping me when I cut my leg.”
That was not the comment she expected. She expected something sarcastic about last night’s experience or a cheeky statement about whether he could get in the act.
She ran her gaze down the length of him, wondering where the I-never-want-to-see-you-again Brody had gone. Though to be honest, when they’d all played the game about choices, he’d been close to flirtatious. “You’re welcome.”
“Doc took the stitches out a couple of days ago and said I’m good to go.”
“I’m glad.” So why was he there? A phone call would have sufficed.
Tell him about the baby. “Brody, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Shh.” He ran his hands down her arms, and the old feelings rushed back. “I know what you’re going to say. I can be an ass, but you have to admit, what we had was special.” He pulled her close. Too close.
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