by Lacey Savage
She had a chance to really live. To experience pleasure, to be worshipped in ways she'd only dared dream about. How could she turn all that down for mere lackluster survival?
"We have things to tell you.” Trevor's hand glided from her neck down her back, and lower still until he could cup her buttocks and pull her to him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Unlike her and Connor, Trevor still wore the beige trousers and black turtleneck he'd sported earlier, when he'd brought her food and flowers. Moisture from her pussy dampened the fabric of his pants, but he didn't seem to care. Neither did she.
He lifted her into his arms and she sagged against him, feeling comfortable and secure. Her fingers swept up to touch his face, fearing for a heartbreaking moment he'd shatter and go back to fantasy land, where he belonged.
A soft touch on the base of her spine made her turn in the strong arms that held her. A glimpse of Connor's smile, now so predatory and full of carnal promise, caused a wave of anticipation to crash into her.
In a lightning-quick flash, she realized she was tired of anticipating. Tired of waiting. She'd been put on a shelf for far too long and expected to stay there until dust covered her from head to toe. Until she no longer knew what she was supposed to do when feminine urges—natural urges—tingled from her nipples all the way down to her pussy.
Well, she wasn't dead yet, damn it. And she wasn't a crone, or a black widow, or anything else the world wanted to call her.
She was a woman. At that moment, a woman cradled between the strong, delicious bodies of two men. And she knew damn well what to do with that.
"Take me upstairs,” she whispered against Trevor's neck. “My apartment's at the top of the steps."
"Anything you want.” Connor curled a large palm around one of her exposed buttocks. “We're going to do this right. We've waited so long."
They'd waited? “For what?” she asked before she could stop herself.
Trevor's grin crinkled the tanned skin around his pale blue eyes. “For you, sweetheart. Some days, we feared you'd never be ours."
The honesty in his voice made her shiver. “I'm yours now."
Trevor hugged her close. Isy melted against his solid muscles as his chest pressed against her bare breasts. He leaned in and traced her cheek with his, making her skin tingle. The coarse prickle of stubble sent a shock of need through her system.
Just then, Connor squeezed her ass, adding another tumult of excitement to the ecstasy already threatening to overcome her.
"Upstairs,” she urged again before reality could settle in and jolt her from this beautiful dream. “Now."
Connor chuckled. He rushed to the door and swung it open for Trevor to carry Isy through. They made it two steps beyond the threshold and into the waiting room before movement from the left caught Isy's attention. She turned her head in time to see Vicki dash out of the reception area.
All four of them froze. Trevor yanked Isy even tighter to his chest, scraping her distended nipples against his shirt. Connor stepped behind them, shielding his body as best he could. Not that Vicki wouldn't realize in an instant that he was as naked as Isy. And the way Trevor carried Isy would leave no doubt as to the professionalism of the encounter Vicki had stumbled across.
"Vicki...” Isy began, helpless to explain, but knowing she had to. “This is ... It's..."
Vicki lifted a hand and averted her eyes. “It's none of my business, that's what it is.” She hitched the strap of her purse over one shoulder. “In my rush to get out of here, I forgot my wallet.” She patted the bulging leather bag at her side. “Got it. I'll leave you to your test."
Isy clung to Trevor's shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. The men made no move to keep Vicki from leaving. No one stirred until the younger woman stormed through the front door and slammed it hard behind her.
"Shit,” Trevor said.
Isy licked her dry lips. “Vicki won't say anything. She's got everything she could possibly want. Besides, she knows me. She understands—” A silent gasp accompanied the abrupt snap of her mouth falling closed. The torrent of lies came to a blissful stop.
Connor swept his palm over the crown of her head in a gentle caress. She didn't have to see him to know his gaze was fixed on Trevor. “She'll report us, won't she?"
Trevor nodded grimly. “First thing tomorrow, most likely."
Connor cursed low under his breath. Anxiety bit into Isy's chest, knocking the air from her lungs. This was it, then. Her erotic delusion would end before it even began.
"You have to get out of here,” Isy murmured, her thoughts whirling with the consequences of her actions. She'd pay the highest price, of course, but the men would also be taken into custody, interrogated, possibly fined or imprisoned, depending on how well they cooperated with city officials.
She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let them suffer for her mistakes. It wasn't as though they'd forced her to do anything she didn't want to do. At every turn, she'd had the option to say no, but she hadn't. She'd wanted to be with them more than she'd ever wanted anything in her entire life.
And as always when Isy went after something she wanted, it ended badly.
"We're not going anywhere.” Trevor leaned in for another kiss. “Except upstairs."
They still wanted to be with her? Even after all this?
"You have to understand what you're doing.” Her tongue snaked out to wet her suddenly dry lips. “If you take me, you're damning yourself, too. There are dangers, risks.” So many risks, of which both of them were all too aware. And yet here they were. “You can't—"
"We can, and we will.” The rough, dominant sound of Connor's voice boomed through the room. “But only if you want us."
"Say you want us, Isy,” Trevor whispered.
The open, trusting look in his eyes rattled her to the core. God ... when had her life turned into one of Connor's plays? Every fiber of her being told her this couldn't end well. Happily-ever-afters didn't exist in a world torn apart by devastating viruses. People no longer believed in the power of love to heal all and see them through rough times.
Folks counted upon medicine and science now. They depended on governments, court systems, laws. Authority figures were entrusted with the task of keeping Earth turning as it always had. Intimacy, pleasure, love and a million other things that had power over a century ago no longer merited a second thought.
"I ... I want you. So much,” she whispered.
A predatory grin curved Trevor's mouth. “Good. Hang tight."
Isy's head reeled as Trevor spun and rushed up the curved steps leading to her apartment. She held on, though her heart threatened to pound right through her chest.
The door to her apartment was unlocked. These days, there was no need to bother with archaic security precautions. The cameras she'd had installed throughout the clinic connected to a surveillance system that automatically sealed every door in the place if it detected an unauthorized entry attempt. Since she'd shut everything off earlier, Connor and Trevor had the run of the place, which also explained how Trevor had gotten inside so easily. She'd been careless, and she knew she'd eventually have to pay for her recklessness. But not now.
Connor pushed the door open, and Trevor carried Isy across a threshold for the second time that evening. Outside, darkness had fallen. A fat yellow moon hovered just beyond the window, framing Trevor's beautifully sculpted head like a golden halo.
Trevor easily navigated the sparsely furnished room. He made his way past a bamboo coffee table, a worn leather couch, a mahogany dining room table and two mismatched chairs. A narrow hallway opposite the living room led to a small bathroom and the bedroom.
Isy guided him by pointing. She didn't speak—she wasn't even sure she could. Blood roared in her ears and her heart thumped so hard she heard its deafening drumbeat with every breath she took.
She'd never been fond of decorating. The bedroom looked barren, sterile, as lonely as she was. Its stark white walls stood out in sharp contrast
to the colorful painting of New York circa 2020. Her only indulgence. An image of a world long gone, when people were free to love and live as they wished. She wondered what it must have been like to live in those times, to follow your heart no matter where it led you—or into whose arms it led you.
Such fancy. She lived here, in this time, and no amount of wishing otherwise would make the impossible happen.
If this was her last chance—hell, her only chance—to experience ecstasy, she'd take it. And she'd be grateful, always, that she'd had this much. One mind-blowing indulgence was more than most women her age could ever dream of.
To her surprise, her hand remained steady when she pointed to the mattress on the floor. She'd never bothered with a proper frame. What would have been the use, since she was the only one to ever sleep on it?
Trevor laid her down gently, carefully, then released her. She was only alone for a moment. As Trevor stepped back, Connor took over, falling onto the mattress with her, covering her body with his.
Bliss enveloped Isy from head to toe at the feel of his strong, masculine body pressed hard against her own. Her hands glided over his rippled back, across his arms, down to his buttocks. Fingers flew everywhere, squeezing, gripping, pinching, exploring. She wanted to memorize every dip, every curve of his spectacular body.
Connor chuckled in her ear. “That's it, baby. Touch me."
As if she needed encouragement! She could hear the ticking clock as loudly as if it counted down inside her head. Vicki would file a formal report against Isy the moment the Medical Board offices opened in the morning. They had maybe twelve hours until men in black came to investigate.
Plenty of time, and yet not nearly enough.
"I want to taste you,” she murmured breathlessly. “Let me. Please."
Connor lifted his head. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked at her, devouring her with his gaze. She felt self-conscious under the scrutiny, and still he stared, as though he wanted to memorize her just as she wished to remember him. At last, he winked, and a hint of mischievousness tilted his mouth.
"I have a better idea.” He jerked his head in the direction of Trevor, who'd all but blended into the shadows a few steps away. “Taste Trevor. I have some unfinished business."
Before she could ask what he meant, he slithered down the length of her body. His palms left ribbons of heat along her ribcage, then branded her inner thighs as he pushed them apart, spreading her open. She caught a glimpse of his tongue as it snaked out to lick his lips. “I bet your cream is as sweet as your scent."
Trevor moved to Isy's side and sank to his knees beside her. She turned her head, wishing she could see him better. Moonlight streamed in liquid gold, painting Trevor's body with strips of pale light.
"Your clothes are gone,” she whispered, awed by the sight.
Trevor leaned in and grazed her lips with his. The intensity in his eyes made them appear as predatory as Connor's, entirely focused on claiming her. “It seemed only fair."
He towered over her, his lean frame draped in shadows, like a creature who'd materialized right out of a dream.
She couldn't hold back any longer. She had to ask—needed to know.
"Why me?” she finally managed to squeak, though Connor had chosen that exact moment to part her labia with this fingers and blow a stream of warm air along her slit.
For a moment, she wasn't sure Trevor would answer. Then he took a deep breath and said, “We're not from around here, Isy."
She nodded. She'd suspected as much. Their ability to appear in the center of a locked room without making as much as a sound should have been enough to tip her off. Logic had blamed the inactive surveillance system, but now she could admit the truth. Their attraction to her, their absolute lack of fear or concern for what she could do to Connor—to both of them—if they went through with this ... well, no modern New Yorker would act the way either of them did.
Trevor rocked on his heels, bringing Isy's attention to the magnificent thickness of his cock as it jutted out from between his legs. She stared at it for a full five seconds before reaching out and grasping the hot steel of his erection in her hand.
Trevor sucked in a breath between his teeth. “For four years, we've been watching you. Wanting you.” His voice sounded shaky, uncertain, but whether because she'd started moving her fist up and down his shaft or because he feared what his admission might do to her, she couldn't tell.
"Why?” she asked again.
Warm lips fused to her pussy, sending an electric jolt of heat into her core. She arched her hips, bringing her clit into sudden contact with Connor's mouth.
"You're the key, Isy. The key to saving humanity."
A laugh bubbled forth from her throat and echoed eerily around the room. Her head spun with the absurdity of the words flittering through her mind. Connor laved a slow, determined path through her slit, parting her pussy lips, driving her insane.
"Connor and I are from the past. In our time, the S.O.S. virus is no more than a speck of dust on the wind. It doesn't exist yet. Only a few of us know of its impending arrival. We've been sent here to learn how to stop it before it occurs."
Isy's throat squeezed. Her palm trailed across the tip of Trevor's cock, spreading a bead of moisture down the length. The shaft was thicker than Connor's, she realized. She stared at it, entranced by the glistening cream she'd slid down the velvety skin.
"You're fertile, too."
That made sense if she chose to believe his crazy story about being from the past, she supposed, but it only complicated things further. She was about to make love to two fertile men. As if her crime wasn't depraved enough already.
"Does that matter?” Trevor asked softly.
It should have. If she had any common sense left, she'd bolt to her feet and run far, far away from both men. She'd not only be saving herself, but them, too.
Even as she thought that, Isy knew she wasn't going anywhere. Connor and Trevor had accepted the risks that came with fucking her. How could she be any less brave?
Isy shook her head. “When they find me, the Medical Board won't care whether I've fucked one fertile man or an entire football team's worth."
Connor lifted his head from her depths. “They won't lay a hand on you,” he snarled between clenched teeth before returning his attention to her moist core.
Isy's eyes rolled back into her head. His mouth on her pussy felt so incredible, all the dark thoughts that had been gathering like a coming storm scattered at the feel of a slow, soft swipe down her slit.
Focus, Isy. This is important.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath. Connor speared her opening with the tip of his tongue, and need knifed through her, strong and unwavering.
"You watched me.” She'd meant it as an accusation, but it came out like an aroused whimper.
"Every day,” Trevor said. “At first, we knew nothing about the virus, or about your culture. You were a practitioner and seemed like a logical ally. And then I forged paperwork and passed myself off as a Medical Board certified practitioner as well, gaining access to experimental data I wouldn't otherwise have had. When we learned more about the virus's true effects on the human body, we knew we needed a woman. Someone just like you."
Isy rose on her elbows and fought to suppress the shiver that started low in her pussy and fluttered over her entire body, tightening her nipples to stiff nubs. And still Trevor kept talking, telling her of things that made no sense. Of laboratories that no longer existed, of DNA tests long considered archaic and unnecessary. Of the one discovery that would lead them to this moment. It was all gibberish to her passion-clouded mind, but she let him talk.
"The Medical Board has been lying to you."
Connor's kisses on her pussy deepened, punctuating each one of Trevor's words. A sigh flew from Isy's lips. Her chest heaved as heat gathered in her cunt, bringing her closer and closer to climax.
"They've been lying to all of you. Women over forty do
not steal the seed of fertile men. That's a myth, hell, a whopper of an outright lie. But by mating with a man with potent seed, some of you gain enormous power. More power than the Board can explain. It scares them, Isy, because they can't understand or control it. You scare them."
She shook her head, helpless to respond with anything resembling a hint of logic.
"For the longest time, we weren't sure whether what we'd stumbled upon was real. Even now, it's only a hypothesis. One we think you can prove, Isy."
She slid her hand up and down Trevor's shaft, considering his words as best she could. “But why?” she asked for the third time. “Why me?"
The delicious pressure on her pussy eased, and Isy darted a glance Connor's way. Moonlight flickered over his chin, now slick with her juices. His lips glistened. A tremor made the muscles in her belly clench. It drifted lower, to her sex, and lodged there, causing her inner walls to pulse.
Damn. It wasn't fair that he could elicit the same response from her body with a mere stare as he could with his talented mouth.
"We fell in love with you,” Connor murmured, so softly Isy had to strain to hear him.
She barely stifled a gasp. Moonlight didn't quite reach his eyes, but she knew they had to hold that same touch of darkness she'd glimpsed earlier. Only now she understood—it hadn't been arrogance or obstinacy at all. It had been longing. Deep, tumultuous longing for someone he couldn't have.
For her.
"The play,” she heard herself say, though the words no longer formed inside her mind but simply streamed from her lips. “It was about me."
Dear God. The woman she'd been jealous of, the one Connor loved and longed for, was her all along.
She caught sight of Trevor nodding. “We had multiple candidates at first, women we thought might be persuaded to believe us. You were one of them. I had a small camera on me each time we met, and a microphone. We wanted to learn everything about you. But the more we got to know you, the more things changed for us. None of the others compared to your intelligence. Your beauty. Your inherent sweet nature."
