“I could devour you right now,” Doug said, his voice rough.
Troy raised the hem of her shirt upward over her breasts and she lifted her arms so he could take it off of her. Doug’s hands unfastened her jeans and he pressed his warm lips against her belly and licked her.
She gasped at the unexpected caress as Troy removed her shirt over her head. She lowered her arms and looked down at Doug’s pleased expression while he eased her jeans down her hips to her feet.
“Hold onto my shoulders and step out of your pants, hon.” She did so and felt Troy releasing the hooks of her bra.
She stepped out of her jeans and then Doug was lowering her bikini briefs. Troy pulled her up and back against his chest with one arm beneath her breasts and removed her bra with the other. Her hips jerked against Doug’s mouth as he nuzzled her mound, delving deep with his tongue and tormenting her clit. A cry of sharp pleasure escaped her and she braced her back against Troy’s rock hard chest. Doug moved away and stood.
“Onto the bed, babe,” Doug directed.
Troy swept her into his strong arms and walked around to the side of the high bed. He suddenly dropped her onto the silky bedcover and a little yelp of surprise escaped her. When the comfy mattress stopped bouncing she watched Troy and Doug as they stripped naked, both of them keeping their gaze on her. She was getting used to being naked in front of them, but she still shivered with anticipation at what they would do next. She couldn’t help smiling at them as she waited, stretched out in the middle of the bed.
Doug and Troy were now completely naked, and left their clothes in a pile on the wood floor. Doug moved to the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs,” he said.
She did as he said, a pleasurable burning sensation centering between her labia. She was already wet there.
“You’re beautiful, hon, all rosy and dripping with your juices,” Doug said, his voice rough with his arousal. “I can hardly wait to slide deep inside you.”
Her body ached with desire all the way into her belly. She watched him as he climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled between her legs.
“Grab onto the back of the headboard,” he said, and lifted her knees on either side of him as he knelt there.
Troy eased onto the side of the bed next to her and helped her grasp the top of the head-board. She glanced toward him and couldn’t help noticing the hard length of his cock. He was as aroused as she and Doug were. His hands were warm and gentle as he positioned them for her. “Keep your hands right there, hon, no matter what we do.”
“Okay,” she said hoping she didn’t sound as leery as she felt about this. What were they going to do?
She didn’t have long to find out. Doug eased his hips down between her thighs as he supported himself with his hands on either side of her on the bed. He slowly lowered his body until the tip of his cock nuzzled the opening of her vagina. Her hips bucked against him with the sensation. Troy’s big hand swept across her middle and feathered over her nipples. She cried out with the sensations and gripped the back of the bed. Doug teased around her opening with his fingers and slid upward finally stroking her clit. Her hips bucked and tilted upward uncontrollably and the swollen head of his penis slid inside her opening. Troy caressed her breasts and nipples. Doug lowered himself until he rested on his arms. His hips held hers still as he sank ever so slowly deep inside her passage.
“Oh, my god,” she said, panting. He began to move, and she held onto the bed. His hips moved up and down, sliding his thick hard penis in and out over and over. She curved her back to take him deeper, her eyes closed so she could just feel. As Doug moved in and out, Troy caressed and teased her breasts. Aching heat built inside her. Her climax slammed through her belly, sweet, aching contractions pounding inside her. She heard Doug’s deep growl as his release exploded, pumping inside her, his ejaculations caressing her passage even through his protective condom.
Gradually she relaxed. Little contractions teased her as he slowly pulled out of her passage. “Mm, that was fantastic,” she said, sighing. Doug pressed soft kisses across her belly with his warm lips. Troy smoothed his hand across her ribs. She looked at Doug and he was looking at her with a smile of satisfaction.
“Are you up for more?” Troy asked, his voice gentle.
“Of course,” she said, with a satisfied smile.
He smiled back. “You can let go of the head board now.”
She did so and stretched, groaning a little from her exertions.
Doug moved off of her to the other side the bed. “Turn over onto your knees, babe.”
“Why?” she asked. What did they have planned now? She turned over and raised up on her knees.
“Move over so I can scoot to the middle of the bed,” Doug said.
She shifted over and so did he.
“Straddle him,” Troy directed from behind her.
Doug reached to help her move across him. “Stay on your hands and knees, babe.”
She did as they told her and positioned her hands and knees on either side of Doug’s body. The mattress dipped as Troy climbed back on at the foot of the bed. She felt his hands on her hips as he moved close behind her, spreading his knees to either side of her legs. The touch of his warm skin enticed her all over again.
“We think you’ll enjoy this,” Troy said, his thighs touching the backs of her legs.
Doug reached up to her breasts and caressed her, titillating her nipples and creating that pleasurable ache in her lower belly again. Troy put one hand on one side of her hips and she waited for his touch, holding her breath. One of his fingers slid up and down the sensitive, wet flesh below her labia. His thumb pressed between her folds and found her clit. He gently teased her clit with circling caresses and one finger slid inside her passage.
She gasped from the sensations. “Troy,” she cried, her voice revealing her body’s reaction.
He slid his finger deep inside her and stroked the walls of her vagina. Slowly slipping his finger out, he circled the opening. “Oh, God,” she said, her voice tight with the pleasurable sensations.
“Is that good for you?” Troy asked.
“Yes,” she said softly. She panted for breath as his long finger pushed back inside her. Teasing her passage with his stroking finger, he tormented her clit with his thumb. Her breasts warmed in Doug’s hands as he stroked her nipples. She didn’t know if she could last much longer.
Troy slowly removed his finger from her vagina and grasped her hips with both hands. He shifted a little on the mattress and the head of his hard penis rubbed against her slick flesh. As he pushed against the opening of her passage with the head of his penis, his thick cock pushed inside her. Stretched and filled, she waited for him to move. He held her hips tight in his strong hands and moved in and out. If he hadn’t held her securely, she would have collapsed on top of Doug. With Troy holding her, Doug took one hand from her breasts and caressed her clit. All of her sensitive flesh responded to Doug and Troy, and her climax slammed through her. Her hips bucked and Troy growled deep in his throat when his release kicked in. His cock pumped inside her passage, stroking her flesh and increasing her pleasure. As her contractions eased, she noticed that Doug was fully aroused. She took his hard cock in one hand and stroked up and down. He groaned as his penis surged with his release. His semen gathered in his condom as she continued to hold him. After a few moments all of them released sighs of sexual relief. Troy’s cock gave her a full feeling. He slowly eased from her passage.
Doug urged her to stretch out on top of him while Troy stepped into the bathroom. When Troy returned he joined them on the bed. Doug eased away from her and Troy put his arms around her. They were so considerate of her that she couldn’t imagine not being with them. She basked in their gentle attention to her comfort. Doug returned, and she slid from the bed and washed off in the bathroom. When she returned to the bedroom, they had pulled down the bedspread and sheet and waited for her to join them in bed. Plumped pillows waited for them.
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sp; They’d turned on the lights since the sun had set. They stood waiting for her. After she climbed into bed and leaned back against the pillows, Troy crossed the room to turn out the light. As he walked beneath the center ceiling lamp odd shadows streaked across his hips. She frowned as she tried to figure out what caused them.
Doug climbed into bed beside her. “What’s the matter?” he asked. “You look upset.”
“I noticed some odd streaks of shadow on Troy’s hips and I can’t imagine what would cause that.” She looked at Troy and he stopped before joining them on the bed. “What are they from? I’ve never seen marks like those before. Were you somehow injured?”
Troy looked at Doug, who returned his look. “I think we need to tell her about the scars,” Doug said. “She’s going to be aware of them now, and I think she should know what happened.”
Troy released the breath he’d been holding. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Doug turned back to her. “We were beat up by a gang of thugs when we were in junior high.”
“Why didn’t someone stop them? Are you scarred as badly as Troy?”
“Yeah, we pretty much ended up beaten the same.” Doug looked at her, discouragement in his eyes.
“How did it happen?” she asked, as gently as she could in spite of her horror at the abuse they suffered. Troy walked close to the side of the bed and she scooted off the edge to examine the scars. “Do you mind if I see the scars?” She looked from Troy to Doug.
Doug shook his head and joined Troy. They turned around so she could see the scars. It was obvious that they had been beaten bloody with hard weapons. She smoothed her fingers lightly over their skin. The skin had healed leaving lines of ridged flesh. Tears filled her eyes at the thought of their pain both physical and mental at such a beating. She couldn’t help thinking of the terror she’d suffered and the pain her mother had suffered when her mother’s husband had hit her during his temper tantrums. She still couldn’t call him her father. He hadn’t been a father to her. He had been a mean man she’d feared growing up. Thank goodness he had walked out and had never come back.
“How did you get into such a fight?” They turned back to her and she quickly wiped away her tears.
“Don’t cry, babe,” Doug said, reaching for her.
“I was just overwhelmed for a moment by the unbelievable cruelty you both suffered. I’m all right. Can you tell me how it happened?” Suddenly exhausted, she sat down on the side of the bed. They joined her and each put an arm around her. They wanted to comfort her just as she wanted to comfort them.
“It’s kind of a long story,” Troy said.
“You tell her,” Doug said. “You can explain it better than I can.”
She looked at Troy and waited for him to explain what happened.
Troy cleared his throat. “We were walking back to town one night on the way home from our after-school job at a nearby horse ranch. Our parents had left town a few months before that. They left us in the care of a couple who were friends of both Doug’s parents and mine. We’d all been close friends for years. The gang of thugs jumped us. We did our damnedest to get away from them, but they wouldn’t leave us alone. I guess it was getting late and our sort of foster parents came looking for us in their car. When they spotted us trying to fight off the thugs, they must have slammed on their breaks. They had laid on their horn at the same time and we looked that way at the sound and recognized their car.
“When the car went off the side of the road into an irrigation ditch, it rolled and burst into flames. We tried to get away and run to help them get out of the car, but we couldn’t escape the gang. They held us down on the ground and kept us from going to aid our friends at the crash. With about a dozen of them on our backs, we couldn’t get free. They overwhelmed us by their numbers while the wrecked car burned. Those damn hoodlums laughed as we fought to get free and failed. They held us down on our stomachs and beat the hell out of our backsides with some kind of metal rods. When the sheriff arrived at the burning car, the thugs knocked us both unconscious with the same metal weapons.”
“If our friends hadn’t come looking for us, they would still be alive,” Doug said. “We’ve never understood why our parents left us, but that couple, the ones who took us in after our parents left, told us that our parents had to leave in order to protect us, and that our lives were most important to them. We figured they must have left us because we weren’t worth loving for some reason. They were right. We even caused the death of the couple who took us in when our parents left.”
Marcy shook her head in denial. “No, you didn’t cause that car to crash. It’s not your fault.”
“Well, after that happened, we healed physically from the beating we took, but we’ve never felt like we could accept help from anyone ever again,” Troy said. “We’ve depended on each other pretty much. We pushed others away when they wanted to direct our lives. There were gang members in our school our age who were part of the same gang, we heard, but we didn’t know who they were. We were real leery of depending on anyone we knew after a couple of the gang members we hadn’t known about insisted on helping us out. We found out before it was too late that they were part of the same gang. We got to the point that we didn’t trust anyone, and we depended only on each other, refusing help from anyone. We made our own way after that.”
“Have you heard from your parents or other family members since then?” she asked, concerned.
“No,” Troy said, shaking his head. “We never have. We’ve stood by each other through everything. We even got through college and won a ton of awards from college rodeo events.”
“But we’ve never forgotten that our friends died trying to help us,” Doug said.
“We’ve pretty much been loners since then,” Troy added.
Marcy couldn’t fathom the horror they went through that night. The thought that they lost their parents when they left them as young teenagers, and then lost their friends who took them in was heartbreaking. The fact that they had become caring, generous, successful men, touched her deeply. She held back tears that threatened again. She put her arms around them and pressed a kiss to Doug’s cheek and then to Troy’s. They hugged her and she hugged them back. She never wanted them to be hurt again. She loved them.
The reality brought tears to her eyes again. She’d fallen in love with both Troy and Doug, with all her heart.
“What do you say we hit the rack,” Doug said.
“Sounds like a good idea,” Troy agreed.
They pulled back the sheet and helped Marcy into the middle of the bed. Doug plumped the pillows behind her and both guys joined her in bed, one on each side of her. Like the night before, they wrapped their arms around her. She couldn’t feel more secure than she did right then.
Chapter Twelve
Doug put the frying pan of eggs he’d stirred on the stove to cook. “While Marcy is still sleeping we need to talk about building that retirement home she’s planning for her mom and other folks.” He kept his voice quiet so she wouldn’t hear him.
“Yeah,” Troy agreed, his voice soft also. “How about that piece of land we own between the shopping strip and the neighborhood behind it?”
“That should work,” Doug said. “We’ll need to check the zoning, but since it’s approved for housing it should be fine.” He put bacon in the microwave to warm.
“I think that would go a long way toward helping her take care of her mom,” Troy said.
“Yeah, and she wouldn’t have to worry about finding a place,” Doug said. “She could help with the planning of it, too.”
“Maybe it will help keep her here when she finds out what we are and wants to leave,” Troy said.
“I hope so,” Doug said.
“Good morning,” she said from the doorway to the hall.
They both turned to see her standing there. Doug smiled. She looked ready for the day, with a smile on her face. “Morning. Are you ready to get to work?”
“As soon as I ha
ve my breakfast,” she said, as she crossed to the island. “Smells delish.”
Troy brought the coffee pot to the island. “Have some?”
“Definitely,” she said.
Doug turned the scrambled eggs and took a pitcher of orange juice out of the fridge. He set it on the island and took down glasses for each of them. “We’ve come up with an idea for your retirement homes. We want to talk to you about it and see what you think.”
“Oh? You’ve got my attention.” She smiled at him.
Doug served up their plates with the eggs and bacon. Troy buttered the toast he’d taken from the toaster and piled it on a plate in the middle of the island. They all took seats there where Troy had set places for them. “We have some land and we’d like to build a retirement home on it for your mom and anyone else who needs it,” Doug said.
“Oh, my gosh,” Marcy exclaimed.
“We want to build it for you with no cost to you,” Doug said. “A retirement village will be a great addition to our town. It could attract people who are looking for a warm, quiet place to retire, and they’ll spend money here on groceries and other needs. People as well as businesses in town will benefit from it.”
Troy smiled at her excitement. “We’ll need your knowledge about retirement homes and your suggestions for the design down to the last detail.”
“How exciting,” she said, smiling at them. “I’d be thrilled to help you with it in any way I can. I’d love to take part in the planning of the design. Just tell me what you need from me.”
“Great,” Doug said and grinned at her. “We’ll get our architect started on it today. The land is located between a shopping area and a neighborhood of middle-class homes in town. Does that sound like a good location to you?”
Marcy raised her eyebrows. “Yes, that sounds like a convenient location for retirees.”
“We’ll take you by the property on the way to our store this morning,” Troy said. “You need to see the parcel of land and give us your approval of it before we get started.”
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