Matthew speared two fingers into her, reaching deep, then spreading those fingers, fucking them in and out of her with strong, steady movements. He brushed against something inside her, and she came, an explosion of ecstasy so sudden and sharp she didn’t get the chance to anticipate it. She could do nothing but let it batter her with wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss.
“You look so hot when you’re coming.” Matthew leaned down, kissed her, then shifted closer and changed the angle if his fingers inside her. “Wild and hot. Your eyes glaze, and your skin looks kissed by roses.”
“Oh, God.”
Steven had slithered down her body, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on her left breast and down her side. When Matthew pulled his fingers out of her, Steven replaced them with his mouth.
He spread her wide, got up on his knees, then lifted her. She felt the impression of his hands on the cheeks of her ass, felt herself taken in hand at the same time his tongue began to caress and stroke her pussy. He wasn’t coy about it, either, but licked and tasted with long, strong sweeps of his tongue. He found her clit, teased it, then sucked it into his mouth.
She’d left her arms over her head and now grasped the brass bars of the headboard. Noises of need—grunts, mews, and groans—erupted from her throat, and she felt as powerless to stop them as she was to control the riot of sensations sizzling all through her body.
Steven began to lap at her, lifting her so that his tongue started at the bottom of her slit, stroked up, and swirled against her clit. He did it again and then again. And then he brushed against the rosette of her anus, pushing his tongue in a little as he stroked over her, setting her ablaze.
Matthew moved on the bed beside her, but she couldn’t spare him more than the barest notice because Steven opened his mouth over her cunt and began to suck.
“Oh, oh, oh!” A second orgasm captured her, lifted her from the ground and carried her high, higher into the clouds where there was nothing solid to grab on to, just the sense of soaring, sailing, with no end in sight.
Matthew moved and something smooth and cold brushed against her anus, pushed in, then releasing. Then something harder, larger, pressed against that virgin opening, pressing and pressing, and then sliding slowly into her.
Steven lowered her and moved up her body. She felt the brush of his latex covered erection against her wet folds. He sank in, balls deep in one sure thrust.
Kelsey wrapped herself around him, lifting her hips to receive him, the feeling of fullness, of being stretched and stuffed simply incredible.
She felt a hand stroke her head, and she turned, opened her mouth, and kissed Matthew.
“We’ll keep that butt plug in you for a few hours,” he whispered. He returned his mouth to hers, and Kelsey sucked his tongue deep. The slap of flesh, the grunt of one lover filling her, and the scent of their bodies all combined to push Kelsey over the edge once more.
This time she came and came and wondered how the world didn’t explode in a giant ball of fire and consume them all.
* * * *
Matthew stood on the front porch, birdsong serenading him as he sipped from his mug of coffee. His gaze landed on Kelsey’s car, and he grinned. He and Steven both knew she’d driven here last night so she could get out of bed and drive herself home. Staying over hadn’t been her intention, as that action would seem to her to be just a bit too intimate.
Of course, she hadn’t counted on their determination to love her so hard and so well that she’d have no choice but to sleep.
So far, their campaign to win Kelsey was going according to plan. She didn’t miss an opportunity to reiterate that the relationship they’d embarked on was sex only. He and Steven always readily agreed with her, even as they worked to make it more than that.
To the east, the horizon grew lighter, pale pink streaked with faint yellow, daybreak gathering as if being created out of the mist. Steven had already headed out to the barn, and Kelsey slept on.
He’d rather she kept on sleeping. Before they’d brought her to their bed, he and Steven had both noticed she seemed to do little more in her life than work. She had made no room in her life for fun. He and Steven wanted to love her in every sense of the word, and that meant doing loving things like taking care of her, pampering her, and letting her sleep.
Of course they had to balance that against her wishes. Kelsey wouldn’t appreciate their letting her continue sleeping when she had work to do. Saturday was one of the busiest days at Lusty Appetites, and he and Steven both respected her dedication and work ethic too much to try and interfere with that.
Maybe someday in the future, when her belly swelled round with their first child, they might suggest a lighter schedule.
Matthew sighed. They wanted to give Kelsey everything, including filling the hole in her mother-heart.
He couldn’t imagine the pain she’d endured, watching her family gunned down before her very eyes. He recalled, when it happened, how Susan had been so completely devastated and so determined to do all she could for her good friend.
When she’d told the town trust she wanted to renovate a building on Main to be a restaurant for Kelsey, the vote had been a unanimous yes.
One look at Kelsey and Matthew and Steven had said a unanimous yes, too.
Winning Kelsey’s love wasn’t going to be easy, but sure as hell would be worth whatever trouble they had to go through—even letting the woman they loved function under the mistaken belief that they were only interested in sex with her.
The day grew lighter.
Time to go wake up our sleeping beauty with some fresh coffee and a kiss.
Next time, he’d head out to cover the chores and give Steven the privilege.
He found her as they’d left her, sprawled face down in the middle of the bed. She’d kicked the blankets down so that she lay prone, naked down to the cute little dimple above the crack of her ass.
He set the cup on the nightstand. Certainly awakening the woman he loved with fresh coffee, made to order, would be considered thoughtful by anyone’s definition. Matthew definitely wanted to be considered thoughtful.
Then again, he’d also like to be considered lusty.
The town being named what it was and all.
Matthew grinned and dropped his clothes. Using a gentle hand, he pulled the sheet all the rest of the way off Kelsey. Asleep, she looked sweet and innocent. The soft play of her long lashes against her cheeks, the very light dusting of freckles across her nose, and the slight smile kissing her lips all came together to make one package that was simply irresistible.
His cock already bobbed against his belly, hot and hard and needy. He took a moment to grab a condom from the bedside table and roll it into place. Then he bent down over Kelsey and began to kiss her feet. He moved his tribute up her body, lips and tongue tasting her and slowly, so slowly, waking her.
“Mmm.”
“That’s my line. You’re very, very tasty, Ms. Madison.”
“Matthew.”
His name had emerged on a breathless sigh and damned if that didn’t make his cock even harder.
“Yes. Matthew.” He said the words against that lovely little dimple.
“Steven?”
He didn’t want to tell her his brother was likely out shoveling horse shit. So he only said, “Later.”
He knelt on the bed, straddled her, and used one of his knees to part her legs. With his tongue, he caressed the crack of her ass, giving her flesh lavish attention as she moaned and squirmed.
He bit her ass, his bite not completely gentle, then licked away the sting. Apparently, she really liked that for she began to move her bottom, looking for more attention. Before long, she raised herself up onto her knees, a tiny whimper escaping her throat.
“Sweetheart, are you awake?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Matthew dipped then surged up, his cock brushing against her ass then sliding down and around until he caressed her pussy lips. One more nudge a
nd his dick plunged all the way into her cunt.
“Ah!” She shivered and then moved, working her inner muscles to squeeze him while he began to thrust in her. Her hot, wet sheath felt so good. The rippling around his cock aroused him so much, he didn’t know how long he could keep from coming.
“You feel so damn good.” He bent down and placed tongue kisses against her neck and the shell of her ear, chuckling when she shivered in response.
“Please!” She raised herself right up on her knees, the needy sounds coming from her telling him how close she was to her own climax.
He rested his weight on her just a little and reached under her with one hand. He stroked her slit with his fingers, and she tilted her pelvis toward him. Her clit stood up, eager little thing, and he grabbed it between his forefinger and thumb and squeezed it gently.
“Come with me, baby. Let go and fly with me.”
Her scream of completion pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her and held himself deep and tight against the bud of her cervix.
As he felt his seed explode from his body, he imagined, for one moment, that he filled her with life.
Chapter 10
“You sure have been smiling and humming lot in the last few weeks.”
Kelsey looked up from the chicken and dumplings she was preparing for Lusty Appetite’s Sunday buffet. Tracy had begun filling the cream puffs they’d made that morning with fresh whipped cream. It was nearly twelve-thirty. The restaurant opened for the Sunday buffet in just under two hours. In the corner, a radio turned to low volume played country hits.
Kelsey hadn’t realized she’d been humming along with the radio, but now that Tracy mentioned it, she shrugged.
“I guess I have. Probably because I’ve been in a pretty good mood the last few weeks.” That was nothing less than the truth. These last few weeks, she’d been feeling better rested than she had in years and more energetic, too. She almost felt…normal.
Tracy said, “I would be in a pretty good mood, too, if I was having regular sex with two incredibly hunky men.”
When Kelsey felt her eyes go wide, Tracy laughed. “Yeah, I know they’re family, sort of, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes. Those particular Benedict brothers are Grade A Texas Prime.”
Kelsey grinned. She certainly couldn’t deny Tracy’s assessment. Neither could she deny that sex with two hunky men likely accounted not only for her good mood but her sleeping better, too. Although she’d gone into this ménage relationship with a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, she’d had some doubts, as well. She’d doubted it would take long for her sexual appetite—never very huge at the best of times—to be sated. She’d doubted it would take long for the men in question to get tired of her, or tired of sharing her, or both. She’d doubted people would continue to look favorably on the three of them as time passed when it became known that they were all engaged in a sexual affair.
Yet here she was, nearly a month into, as Tracy put it, having regular sex with two hunky men, and not one of her doubts had proven out.
Since Tracy wore a teasing grin, Kelsey shrugged. “I highly recommend the activity.”
“You don’t have to sell me on the benefits of having two lovers. Although my parents are a single couple, my aunt and uncles are a threesome, and they’re very happy together. As a matter of fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen Aunt Pammy without a smile on her face or a bounce in her step.”
“It doesn’t seem strange to you? That so many families here in Lusty live alternate lifestyles?”
“Not at all. It’s always been that way. Normal’s just what you’re used to,” Tracy said.
Kelsey couldn’t argue with her logic. Neither could she believe that she never noticed the proclivities of the locals to live as they did until she began having her affair with Steven and Matthew Benedict. The fact was that here in Lusty, Texas, families with just one husband and wife were the anomaly.
They both got back to work. Tracy put the first tray of cream puffs into the fridge and began work on another. The restaurant also offered several different pies in the dessert bar on Sundays. One of the ways the Lusty Ladies Auxiliary raised money for their civic projects was by selling fresh-baked pies to Lusty Appetites. This was a win-win situation as far as Kelsey was concerned. She not only received delicious pies for her restaurant, she could be guaranteed that on most Sundays many of those women’s families came to eat, too.
“Will you be heading to the ranch again after closing?” Tracy asked.
“Mmm.” Kelsey slid her tray of chicken into one oven and set the timer. She walked over to the sink, washed her hands, then checked the large pot of barbeque sauce she had simmering. Tonight’s buffet would also feature pulled pork done in the rich sauce and the perennial favorite, prime rib roast beef.
Kelsey set right to bringing the roasts out of the fridge and preparing them for the oven. She realized she’d avoided answering Tracy’s question. It was just that answering it would mean admitting she’d been spending a lot of time lately at the ranch. Looking back over the last few weeks, she couldn’t say she’d spent more than three or four nights on her own in her own apartment. Of course, it made sense that if the three of them were getting together to have hot monkey sex they should do it in the one bed available to them that was big enough.
Even though she asserted at least once every few days that this relationship was just sex, and the men agreed with her, that wasn’t how it was beginning to feel.
It was beginning to feel like a real relationship with real feelings and expectations and everything.
Well, of course there would be feelings. It’s a good idea that I really like the men I entrust my body to.
True enough. Kelsey wasn’t altogether certain the feelings she had for Steven and Matthew Benedict were only feelings of friendly affection.
“You know, when I was first hired on here,” Tracy said, “I never thought I’d get used to having Monday and Tuesday off, but I have. I can still do all the things I used to do on Saturdays, but the places I go aren’t as crowded.”
“Yes, I think closing the restaurant Mondays so everyone can get at least one regular day off makes sense.” She herself left early on Friday, and Sunday was a short day, only from eleven to about eight.
She looked over at Tracy and wondered if the other woman had somehow deliberately distracted her from thinking about her relationship with Steven and Matthew. Kelsey shook her head. This was why she didn’t give herself much time to think lately. Her mind could come up with the damndest things. Like her friend and sous-chef could be devious enough to keep her from thinking too deeply about her lovers.
Or like trying to convince herself she had fallen in love with the brothers Benedict when they were all only friends—friends with benefits.
* * * *
Kelsey knew her staff was giving her sideways glances. She pretended not to notice, though, as she stayed in the kitchen, supervising what didn’t need supervising.
Sunday buffet was the one event during the week she particularly liked to be visible to her customers. Life in small town Texas was several speeds slower than life in Pennsylvania but never more so than on Sunday. She’d learned early on that folks liked to say hi and chat about the weather or their families. The warm, open, and friendly way of the people of Lusty had eased her jitters when she’d first arrived and had, to a large part, contributed to the final stages of her healing.
Up until an hour ago, she would have affirmed that she had healed. After all, she’d taken on not one, but two lovers. Wasn’t that proof that Kelsey’s out of her long blue funk and back to normal?
Now she knew she’d been lying to herself.
She’d gone out to check the supply of food and to meet and greet neighbors, regulars, and new customers.
Her gaze had landed on a little boy.
He’s about four.
The same age her Sean had been. His soft brown hair looked in need of combing. That and the serious express
ion on his face as he set about the business of eating his french fries acted like a giant claw tearing at her heart. Sean had eaten with that singular devotion, and he’d eaten slowly, and nothing she could ever do would hurry him up.
Oh, God. Her eyes flashed to the parents of the little one. Neither of them looked familiar to her.
Her gaze caught the attention of another diner, a man who’d been coming in twice a week for the past few weeks, and she nodded absently to him when he seemed to want her attention.
She turned her gaze back to the young family. The look of sheer, absolute, and total devotion on the face of the little guy’s mother twisted that claw around her heart. Her eyes flooded, and she turned, hustled back to the kitchen, then on into the staff washroom.
For long moments, she’d gulped back the tears and the overwhelming grief that at one time had been an ever-present black hole, sucking her in and sucking her deep.
I wish I’d gone into the store with him. Why didn’t I go in? I’d wrap my arms around my baby and keep him safe. Or die with him. I should have died with him. Oh God, why didn’t you let me die with him?
Kelsey splashed cold water on her face, and after a few long minutes, the grief began to ebb. She sat on the closed toilet, her focus on breathing and on trying to gather those emotions back up and stuff them back in their box.
It had been a very long time since she’d had a grief attack. For the first couple of years after she’d buried her husband and her son, they’d come unpredictably, hard, and often. She never would have thought a body could hold so many tears. Then, as time had passed, the moments came less and less often.
Kelsey blinked as she realized this was the first attack she’d had since moving here to Lusty. The first one in more than six months. That wasn’t to say she never thought about her baby. She thought about him at least once, every single day, but, somehow, she’d been able to get through the days, to function, even to laugh.
The best thing to do when the attack hit was to just keep busy. And avoid whatever it was that had triggered it. No, that was something she’d just made up now, but it made perfect sense to her. She’d stay in the kitchen for an hour or so, just until she could be sure that young family had left.
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