by Liliana Hart
“He’s dead,” Antoine confirmed.
Thank, God, Chloe thought. Being on the run for the rest of her life had given her more than the occasional nightmare.
“Though he didn’t make it easy.” Antoine leaned back in his chair and rolled the stiffness from his neck and shoulders. He looked tired. And not from an evening spent herding cattle through a blizzard. This sort of fatigue went much deeper, leaving lines on his face that hadn’t been there months before. “I made contact with the federal agent I knew could be trusted and told him everything I knew. I turned over all of Lucien’s personal records and dates of future shipments and where they would come from. It was enough information to put a lot of men away for a very long time.
He set up a trap to catch Lucien on the way home from Chicago with a portion of Capone’s shipment. But two days before it was set to take place, the agent was killed in his bed. I had to go into hiding because Lucien knew I’d betrayed him. It took me a long time before I could find a man who was willing to try to take on Lucien Devereaux. It was a good thing I found him too, because Lucien’s men tracked me down everywhere. I was always just a step ahead of them, and I couldn’t have lasted much longer.”
Antoine’s haunted eyes made Chloe reach out for his hand. Jack had the same idea and Antoine sat, linked between them, as he replayed the horrors of the last months in his mind.
“You’re safe now,” Chloe told him
“Yes. Finally.” He squeezed her hand but didn’t let go. “Lucien became careless. He thought he was too far above the law, and he might have been right. It wasn’t the federal government who finally took him down. It was Capone himself. He walked right in the front door of Vieux Coeur in the middle of the day and shot everyone in the house. There were dozens of witnesses, but he paid the cops more than Lucien could have ever dreamed and they ignored his crimes. I just thank God every day that you weren’t there. And now I’m free. Free to come home to you.”
Antoine looked at Chloe first, then at Jack. She wasn’t sure who exactly he was talking about.
“I guess I should go on up to bed now that I know you’re both safe,” she said, pushing back her chair. She avoided both their gazes and felt the blood rush to her cheeks in embarrassment. It had been a long time since she’d felt so unsure of herself.
“Chloe,” Antoine said.
She found the courage to look at him and saw the raw need for her in his eyes.
“Do you still want me?”
“Of course I do. How could I not after everything we’ve been through?”
“But you want Jack too. You’ve taken each other while I’ve been away. You’ve felt his cock deep inside you just as you’ve felt mine.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice weak.
“I knew you would. When I sent you here I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist each other. You are both like missing pieces of my soul. I pictured you here together, fucking every way possible, while all I had was my hand.”
“You still want me?” Chloe asked surprised. “You want both of us?” She dared to look at Jack and saw the evidence of his arousal at the thought.
“Yes. If you’ll take us. Jack loves you as much as I do. I think the three of us will get along very well here. But the choice is yours.”
“What will people say? Mrs. Peace? The hands?” Chloe asked, afraid to hope that she could have it all.
“Everyone who works on this ranch and Jack’s all knows that he and I are lovers. I wouldn’t have hired them if I couldn’t trust them to keep our secrets. We needn’t worry what the rest of the world thinks. We can live very privately on all of this land. You only have to say yes.”
Antoine pulled her closer until she stood between his open legs.
“How could I ever be so lucky to find the both of you? To love you? And to have you love me? Of course I’ll say yes.”
Chloe leaned down slowly and sealed her promise with a kiss. It had been months since she’d felt the softness of Antoine’s lips, but they still tasted the same. Sinful. Seductive. She turned and did the same to Jack, marveling at the different texture.
They all got up from the table together and went upstairs.
Antoine took the time to light the candles in the room and a fire in the hearth. He was the more romantic of all of them, and Chloe appreciated the gesture. She should have been nervous, but her heartbeat was steady. She knew this was right. Right for all of them.
Jack came up behind her and ran his hands down the length of her arms, pulling her close to his front so she could feel his erecting digging into her bottom. Chloe moaned and leaned her head back against him. His hands moved over her slowly, touching her everywhere, and following every hollow of her curves.
He let her wrap fall to the floor, and his fingers made quick work of the tiny buttons at her throat. He spread the nightgown open and palmed her breasts. They were plump and heavy with need as he molded them. She let the sleeves of her gown fall down her arms, so she was completely bare from the waist up.
Chloe lifted her head and her breath caught at the sight of Antoine. He sat in a chair by the bed, completely relaxed, completely nude. He held his prick in his hand and pumped it slowly as he watched his lovers through hooded eyes. She moved her hips and the nightgown fell all the way to the floor. The desire in Antoine’s eyes couldn’t be faked. He wanted her.
Chloe turned in Jack’s arms and began to undress him. She pulled his shirt swiftly over his head and pushed his trousers to the floor. His cock stood fully erect, the veins thick and his head dark with desire. She quickly reversed their positions so it was she who stood behind him instead of the other way around.
Antoine’s gasp at the sight of Jack made her pussy clench. She cupped Jack’s balls in one hand and gripped his shaft with the other, massaging and pumping until a crystal clear drop appeared at its tip.
Antoine’s breathing grew heavy and he slid off the chair onto his knees. He crawled slowly across the floor until he sat at Jack’s feet.
“Do you want to taste?” Chloe asked him, running her finger down the underside of Jack’s cock and collecting the tiny drop onto her finger.
“Yesss,” Antoine whispered.
Chloe moved in front of Jack and knelt down so she faced Antoine. She leaned forward and traced his lips with her tongue before bringing her finger up and rubbing the salty come from Jack’s prick across his lips.
Antoine moaned, and Chloe quickly joined her lips with his so they shared Jack’s taste together. Their tongues collided and the passion of months of separation built between them. She pressed hard against him so his cock pressed just at the top of her pubic bone. She felt Jack at her back running his finger from the nape of her neck all the way down to the lips of her pussy and then back up again. She was too close to the edge with so much stimulation, so she broke the kiss and stood up. She moved to the bed and propped herself against the pillows.
Both of their gazes followed her and she splayed her legs wide so they could see how wet she was for them. She ran the tip of her finger along the inside of her petals, just avoiding her clit at every pass. Antoine turned back to Jack and crawled forward, but Jack kept his eyes on her.
Chloe gasped with delight as Antoine took hold of Jack’s cock and licked the tip. Jack shuddered and closed his eyes with pleasure. She watched as they lost themselves to each other, as Antoine took Jack inside his mouth and pleasured him with suction and his tongue. Antoine was able to fit Jack’s cock entirely in his mouth, something she’d never managed to do. Jack thrust into Antoine’s face over and over again and then pulled back out of his lover’s embrace quickly, his chest heaving and his prick on the verge of release.
Jack closed his eyes and controlled his breathing, and when he opened them they landed hotly on Chloe. He joined her on the bed and kissed his way up her legs until he was able to breathe in her arousal. She scooted down on the bed, and Jack put his hands beneath her ass, lifting her to his face. He didn’t start slowly. He devoured her. Using his mouth an
d tongue he brought her quickly to a screaming climax.
As she came down from the pleasure, Chloe felt the bed dip down beside her. She opened her eyes and reached for Antoine as he brought his cock to her face. Jack began licking her slowly, and she settled back into the covers as Antoine straddled her face. She took his sac in her mouth gentle, nibbling and licking before kissing her way up his shaft. She opened her mouth wide and let him thrust his length to the back of her throat. She grabbed onto his ass and held on as he fucked her mouth with long, slow strokes.
Jack’s mouth stopped at her pussy and she groaned around Antoine in protest. But his mouth was soon replaced by the head of his penis. He pushed into her cunt slowly just as Antoine did the same to her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. Jack propped her legs over his shoulders and entered her deep, bottoming out in the back of her womb and causing the contractions to start deep inside her. The orgasm was slow and swelled over her entire body, unlike the first one he’d given her with his tongue that had been like a flash of lightning.
“God, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Jack said. “I don’t want to come yet.” He pulled out as her tremors faded. Antoine did the same and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness of her body.
Antoine picked her up in his arms and kissed her passionately—gently—and then passed her to Jack so he could do the same.
“We’re going to fill you up,” Jack whispered roughly in her ear. “Body and soul. Are you ready for us?”
“Yes,” Chloe moaned. “I want you both. Always. Please.”
Jack straddled her legs over his cock and suckled her breasts, paying attention to each one. Chloe slid down his cock to the hilt and followed Jack down as he lay flat on the bed. She ground herself against him slowly while savoring his mouth. His fingers were grasped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, but the pain was welcome.
Antoine knelt behind her and nibbled at her neck. His chest hair tickled her back, and she shivered as he kissed his way down her spine, and then further below. He licked at her puckered star, relaxing her with the strokes of his tongue. Every so often he’d move a little lower and Jack would shudder beneath her, and she knew Antoine’s tongue was pleasure Jack as he stroked in and out of her. The torture went on for what could have been hours until she was begging for more.
“Please, please, I want both of you inside of me. I need you both.”
Antoine’s hand pushed against her lower back until she lay flat against Jack, and he moved up close behind her, rubbing his prick up and down the crack of her ass, lubricating it with her juices. Jack stopped thrusting and she relaxed as Antoine pushed inside her anus. He stretched her full and she let out the breath she’d been holding when the head of his cock pushed past the tight ring.
“Fuck,” Antoine said. “So tight. I can feel Jack throbbing through the other side. I’m not going to last long.”
“Hurry, hurry,” Chloe demanded. “I want all of it.”
“As you wish.” Antoine pushed his entire length into her with one thrust, and that was all it took for Chloe to start coming. Her whimpers turned into screams as they pistoned in and out of her in tandem, working together to find the ultimate pleasure.
Jack stiffened beneath her and yelled out his orgasm. His hot seed pulsed inside of her, and it wasn’t long before Antoine’s come filled her other hole. Antoine collapsed on top of her, but she was too elated to notice his weight. She was safe and warm between her lovers, their cocks softening inside of her.
Antoine kissed the back of her neck and then leaned down to kiss Jack. She watched as their lips touched softly—lovingly—and their sighs were filled with happiness. Antoine moved back and pulled out of her slowly. Jack rolled with her to the side and did the same. She felt empty without them, but at the same time fuller than she’d ever been. They shifted her so they could pull back the covers and settle themselves on either side of her.
“That was amazing,” Chloe said sleepily. “Maybe we could do it again soon.”
“For the rest of our lives,” Jack said.
Chloe smiled as she felt Antoine’s prick already hardening against her thigh at the thought. Contentedness settled over her heavy limbs, and for the first time in her life—her body pressed between her two lovers—she felt as if she were truly home.
Here’s an excerpt of DOMINATING GRACIE. A new erotic novella by Liliana Hart.
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Chapter One
Gracie McGuire liked it rough.
So you can imagine her disappointment when her current lover continued to plunge in and out of her body with all the enthusiasm and finesse of a lame horse put out to pasture. Her lover’s sweaty, going-to-flab, body was a testament to too many hours behind a desk, and his farmer’s tan was attributed to too many business meetings on the golf course.
John Johnson was a stud in the banking world, but he was a dud in the bedroom.
Gracie watched with detached amusement as he gave a final thrust and groaned out a climax. His face mottled bright red with the exertion of success and the veins in his forehead bulged. She thought briefly of faking her own orgasm, but decided he was already past the point of noticing that she hadn’t been satisfied. At least he was starting to last a little longer. She’d had time to go through her entire grocery-shopping list before his Big Finish.
“Oh, Gracie, you are one hot little number. It just keeps getting better and better,” John panted, giving her breast one last squeeze before he pulled out of her and discarded the condom.
“Mmmm,” she moaned and rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t do any good to expound on his false virtues. His ego was already inflated enough. Not to mention she was afraid if she opened her mouth to speak she’d tell him how much she hated being called a hot little number in that condescending Texas drawl. She was a tax attorney for God’s sake, not an exotic dancer.
John flopped down on the bed beside her and was almost asleep before she’d turned onto her side to face him. “Don’t forget we have that dinner tonight,” he mumbled. “There will be a lot of important clients there.”
“I know,” Gracie said, annoyance lacing her voice. “You sent the invitation to my office a month ago. I’ll be representing Decker, Deets and McGuire if I can live up to your expectations. I might even make it through the night without embarrassing you or my firm.”
“Now, honey, don’t take that tone. You know that’s not what I meant. Any man would be lucky to show up with an intelligent, beautiful woman like you on his arm to an event like this. You’ll make me proud. Just make sure you wear something conservative.”
Because I always dress like a slut at business functions, you moron.
“I have just the thing in mind,” Gracie said in a breathy tone that would have done Marilyn Monroe proud and fluttered her eyelashes. She leaned over John’s still form and bit the lobe of his ear gently.
“Now Gracie, honey, you’re going to have to make due with what you just got. I’ve got to rest up for tonight. I know you’ve been reading those magazines about multiple orgasms and such, but the same just isn’t true for a man. Maybe if you’re real good tonight I’ll be in the mood again when we get home.”
“How about if I don’t wear any panties under my conservative dress and you fuck me in the elevator,” Gracie whispered. She found satisfaction as John’s breath hitched just a little at her suggestion. There might be hope for him after all.
“There are cameras in those elevators.”
“Even better,” she said, taking a firm grip on his flaccid penis.
“You’re not thinking of your career,” John stammered. “Or mine either. What’s come over you, Gracie? This is crazy talk.”
“I heard how excited you got when I suggested you fuck me in the elevator. Everybody has an adventurous side, John. Sometimes it’s just a little suppressed. Does the idea of me having a kinky side turn you on?”
Gracie held down John’s hands next to his body as she rubbed her body against him and kissed him
hungrily. She licked her way down to his chest and nipped lightly at his nipples with her teeth before kissing her way down to her ultimate goal.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“What was that, John? I didn’t hear you.”
“I said the idea of you having a kinky side turns me on,” he said louder, with more conviction, as if he were trying to convince himself.
Gracie felt the wetness between her thighs and knew John wouldn’t deny her satisfaction this time. She’d see to it herself.
“Would you like me to tell you about my kinkier side?” she asked, taking his hardening cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the bulbous tip.
“Y…yesss,” he hissed, gritting his teeth at the onslaught of new pleasure. Gracie worked him in her mouth a little longer before she spoke of something she’d never told anyone.
“You see, John, I have these fantasies,” she said, working him with her hand and cupping his sac gently in the palm of her hand. “In my fantasy, a masked stranger comes out of nowhere, ripping at my clothes and pressing his hard body against me. I scream, but that only makes his cock harder. He likes it when I fight him. He might even have to punish me a little. You see, in my fantasy I like to be dominated. Do you want to be my stranger and make my fantasies come true? Can you imagine what I’d look like tied to your bed? Black satin sheets beneath my pale body, a blindfold covering my eyes and my limbs straining against the handcuffs that hold me captive?”
John gasped aloud, and Gracie smiled as he hardened further in her hand. So much for men needing recuperating time, she smirked.
“Mmmm, I bet you’d like to dominate me, John. Maybe even turn me over and spank me till my ass is red and welted with your handprints.”
John was really panting now, and Gracie figured she could get him to come again just by talking dirty, but her pleasure was the goal this time. She slipped her finger between her lips and wet it while pumping his shaft in a steady rhythm. Drops of moisture gathered on the tip of his cock and she leaned over and lapped them up like a cat licking at a bowl of fresh cream.
