The moment she did, his finger slipped through the resistant barrier. Wren whimpered. God, only a finger and it feels huge.
“All right?” Tomas asked.
“Uh-huh,” was all she could manage.
Adam’s hands settled over her breasts and he squeezed gently as Tomas fucked her ass with his finger. Tomas had been right. She could feel Adam hardening again and curls of pleasure began a slow swirling dance in her belly.
“I want you to come again, but first I want you so relaxed you’re boneless,” Tomas whispered.
He pushed another digit into her anus and Wren sucked in a breath against the burn. The pressure of his thrusts pushed her a little way up and down on Adam’s cock and her head swam with the wicked pleasure of it. This wasn’t something she was reading about, or dreaming, it was real, her and two guys and they were making love, not fucking, no matter what words they used.
“Wren, Wren,” Tomas whispered into her lower back.
Adam lifted his mouth to hers and kissed her, fucked her with his tongue. He sucked the orgasm from her so she came with a jolt, contractions fluttering over her body, stealing her breath until she peaked, leaving her trembling as they faded.
Tomas slid his fingers out of her butt. Wren heard the rip of foil and he spread her legs. She sucked in a breath as his cock slid back and forth in the slick crease of her backside before it settled over her anus.
Wren tensed when he tried to ease his way in and Tomas groaned. “Oh God.”
Adam stroked her face. “Try to push him out and he’ll slip in.”
Wren let out a choked laugh but it died when she felt Tomas’ thighs against hers as he pushed harder.
Not going to fit, not going to fit.
Wren bit her lip as the flared head of Tomas’ cock pushed up against her anus. He pulled back then slid forward again, kept doing the same thing over and over and every time he nudged a little harder, slid a little deeper, stretched her wider. The burn was just as she’d felt with the butt plug and she knew it would go once he was in. She took a deep breath and bore down against him. Tomas gasped as his cock broke through and he sank into her until he was tight against her butt.
The sensation of fullness, their thick cocks held inside her, made her entire body hum.
“Whoa, you’re tight,” Tomas blurted. “Have to give me a minute. Or ten.”
I did it. And it feels good. “Can you feel Adam’s cock?” she asked.
“Oh, is that what it is?” Tomas said.
Adam laughed, Wren clenched her muscles and the three of them groaned.
Tomas was the first to move. He pulled back and Adam arched up, pinning her between them. Wren held herself up on her hands and as Adam reached again for her breasts, Tomas slid his mouth along her shoulder. The guys worked together, sliding into a rhythmic salsa, their hips moving back and forth as they took turns to fill her. Wren knew they must be able to feel their cocks sliding against one another and she could do nothing but hold herself between them and let them play, enjoying the ride back to nirvana.
Their breathing sounded overloud in the room, the rhythmic slap of sweat-slick flesh filling the air. Moans and groans and stuttered gasps punctuated each thrust and withdrawal. The air smelled of sex. She could taste it.
Tomas faltered and the synchronization failed. His teeth nipped the junction of her neck as he thrust faster, his hips pistoning against her. Wren shifted with him against Adam and lightning struck. Ribbons of fire wrapped around her limbs and squeezed hard. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only come, and as first Tomas and then Adam erupted inside her, Wren came so hard the world went white-hot and then black.
“Shit, Wren.”
She heard Tomas somewhere in the depths of her head.
“Wren,” Adam whispered.
“Take a breath, sweetheart,” Tomas said. “Christ how are we going to explain to her mum and dad that we fucked her to death.”
Wren forced her eyes open. “Not dead,” she gasped.
Adam was smiling at her.
They rolled to their sides and held her between them.
“I…I…” Wren panted.
“What?” Adam asked.
“I quite liked that.”
She laughed as they bristled.
“Quite liked it?” Tomas asked.
“You should always aim for improvement,” Wren said.
“Does it matter how long it takes us to perform to your satisfaction?” Adam asked.
“I was hoping for years.” Wren grinned and then realized what she’d said and snapped her jaw shut.
They slid out of her and pinned her on her back so they could look down at her.
“You do know we’ll never let you go,” Adam said.
“Is it okay to love you?” She looked from one to the other.
They both swallowed hard.
She chewed her lip. “You’re not going to freak out or anything?”
“I love you too. Both of you.” Adam exhaled and smiled.
“Can I wait to say it?” Tomas asked. “I don’t want to just be a monkey.”
“One, two—” Wren counted.
“Fine, fine. I love you.” Tomas slid his fingers over Adam’s lips before he bent to kiss Wren.
“You were the girl most likely to what?” Adam asked.
Tomas pulled back from her mouth. “The girl most likely to exhaust her lovers.”
Adam twisted her hair. “The girl most likely to find what she’s not looking for.”
“Girl most likely to star in a porn flick?” Tomas gave her a cheeky grin.
Wren raised her eyebrows. “I was the girl most likely to surprise herself.” She frowned. “I wonder if I ever will?”
She squealed as they threw themselves on top of her and almost suffocated her with their kisses.
Epilogue
Adam looked down at the two sleeping beauties in his bedroom in Greenwich and crept out of the room. He padded downstairs into the kitchen, switched on the oven and filled the coffee machine. His gaze wandered to the clock and he smiled. Lazing in bed until midday on a Thursday? Unthinkable. Though he was still on vacation. Just.
Now he’d found balance in his life, he seemed able to do the simplest tasks such as heat up precooked pastries without setting off alarms or losing his eyebrows. He took croissants from the fridge and laid them on a baking tray before putting them in the oven.
They’d left Leeds as soon as the police had their statements. Ezispeke had been allowed to continue operating, minus Olive and Jolene, until the end of term. Adam made tentative enquiries about a guy he knew taking over the business, but it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. In the meantime, the staff might well find other jobs. Wren’s friend Sylvie had decided to go back to Japan for a year.
Four more days before his three-week vacation ended. Ally and Caspar wouldn’t be coming back to work. Adam sighed. A short while ago, that knowledge would have choked him. Now he was able to feel genuinely pleased for them. The guy who’d blighted Caspar’s prospects in the Foreign Office had died and Caspar had been approached about a post in the British Embassy in Paris. A second chance, though by rights, he should never have needed it. Ally had given Adam the news and waited to hear what he had to say, and he’d heard the relief in her voice when he told her that it was brilliant. He’d followed that up with the comment that he didn’t need her help finding their replacements, and she’d laughed.
“You found a life?” she asked.
“I found two,” he’d replied.
He was tempted to ask if she’d spotted his next-door neighbor when she’d gone up to Leeds, but he didn’t. He’d rather believe he’d met Tomas by chance, just as he’d found Wren by chance.
Adam thought back to his yearbook entry. The guy most likely to live happily ever after. And now he believed it.
About the Author
Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having con
fessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.
After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm), she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying, plugged-in male—her laptop.
Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.
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