by Morgan Henry
There was a second of silence. “That’s a lot to fit into one sentence. I take it you want to stay here?”
“Please.”
“Sammy’s okay, I take it?”
“Yes.” Mary’s chest felt constricted and her breaths were short and choppy. She was doing her best not to cry, again.
“Okay,” Karen agreed. “But I’m going to ask, if you’re seeing Derek and Logan, why don’t you stay with them? It’s probably driving them right nuts that you won’t. And you’re not saying you’ll stay forever, just until this blows over and then you’ll move back to the apartment.”
“But it’s too soon.”
“You said the same thing about dating them, and you’ve seen the light on that score.”
“But”—Mary’s voice dropped to a whisper as she confessed her real fear—“what if I like it?”
“I guess you’ll just have suck it up then.” Karen’s voice suddenly changed from sympathetic to businesslike. “I’m going to do you a favour, my dearest sister.”
“You’re my only sister,” Mary interrupted, not sure she was liking the way this conversation was going.
“I’m going to say you can’t move in here for a while. I could make up some shitty excuse, but the reality is, I want you to stay with Derek and Logan and see what happens. So, I rescind my invitation. And you can tell the boys that now. I’ll call them later to make sure you’re there okay.”
That wench. Now Mary couldn’t check into a motel or somewhere else without them finding out. “I may never forgive you for this,” she warned Karen.
“You’ll thank me. And I’ll make sure to mention it in my wedding speech.” She had the nerve to giggle and hung up.
Mary threw another few things into her suitcase and shut it. She sat on the bed hard enough to make the pillows bounce and crossed her arms. Damn it! Mary was ticked off at her sister, but in her heart she knew Karen was doing what she thought was best for Mary. I might as well make the best of this. She went out into the living room.
“I changed my mind,” she announced, trying desperately to sound somewhat authoritative. “I’ll go with you two. But Sammy comes, too.”
“Came to that decision all on you own, did you?” Derek said, trying unsuccessfully not to smile.
Mary frowned at them.
Logan lifted up his phone. “Busted,” he said. “Allan texted.”
Mary could feel her face falling down around her ankles. Couldn’t they leave her some dignity?
“Oh, sunshine…” Derek stood and took her in his arms. “We’re sorry how it came about, but we’re happy you’ll be with us. Give us a chance, Mary.”
“Fine.” Mary knew she sounded petulant, but she couldn’t help it. She could admit she wasn’t at her best and just wanted somewhere to curl up and be.
They packed up Sammy and his paraphernalia, the rest of Mary’s things, and hit the road. When they arrived at the Murrays’, the men helped set up Sammy’s litter box and other things while Mary unpacked in the big bedroom.
They lit the fire in the bedroom, and Mary curled up in one of the big chairs in front of it. Sammy trotted in and set about exploring the master suite.
Watching Sammy tour the space a little at a time, in between coming to her for pets and attention, diverted her glum thoughts for a while. Seeing him happy and adjusting eased her a little as well.
Logan came into the bedroom in just his jeans with a mug of hot chocolate for her. “I’m sorry I was an ass earlier,” he apologized. “Honestly, I was so worried about you I wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive me.”
“You were acting like a bit of a Neanderthal, but I wasn’t helping the situation. And Karen’s a newlywed. They should have their home to themselves for a while, without the nosy sister underfoot. I wish I knew what was going on with these stupid notes.” They really did worry Mary.
She couldn’t understand what she had done to piss someone off in Hardwick Bay that much. She wasn’t taking anyone’s job, she wasn’t critical of the ménage or any other lifestyle, and she genuinely liked the people in the town. Why didn’t they like her? Or, more specifically, why did one person have a grudge against her?
“Colin and Marcus are working on it. We’ll figure it out. In the meantime, it’s nice to have you here.” Logan urged her to stand up then sat in the chair and pulled her into his lap. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her softly.
Mary let her body go soft, relaxing into his embrace. She watched the fire and Sammy and sipped her hot chocolate. Logan didn’t speak, and neither did Mary. He stroked her back gently, sometimes rubbing circles on her lower back, sometimes sweeping his palm from her neck to her bum.
It was nice, this quiet time.
It helped her to put the events of the last few hours into perspective.
Things weren’t as bad as they seemed. It was tragic about the other cat, but Mary felt somewhat appeased by the fact that they could bury the poor thing on the Murrays’ property. It wasn’t that bad that she was staying at Derek and Logan’s home. She had committed to exploring a relationship with them. Moving in was much faster than she expected, but not a total disaster. At least not yet.
As for the unknown vandal, there wasn’t anything she could do about that person right now.
Chapter 19
“How are you feeling now?” Logan spoke his question softly.
“I’m better,” Mary replied. She was better. Not delirious with joy, but at least not crazy despondent.
“Good.” He nuzzled her neck again, but this time there was a hint of something more. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her.
“What exactly are you doing, Mr. Murray?” Mary asked lightly.
“I can’t help it. You’re just too sexy,” he said into her neck.
His hand drifted up her leg and over her hip. He slipped his fingers under her top and caressed her belly, just grazing the underside of her breasts.
Mary shivered. She was completely at the mercy of their touches. Every time they caressed her, she melted. Their touch always felt good and set off more inside of her. It seemed to be an endless cycle. The more they touched, the better it felt and the more she craved it.
Logan kissed her. She could taste the chocolate in his mouth as his tongue entwined hers. She pressed into him, her hand wandering over his muscled chest. She loved the feel of those hard planes under his skin. She loved that they were there, along with his callused hands, from creating the beautiful works in his shop.
Mary could feel Logan’s erection filling his jeans, and her body was busy soaking her panties, eagerly anticipating being filled in turn.
Logan stripped off her top and bent her backwards. He trailed his lips down her neck and into the furrow between her breasts. He tongued his way along the tops of the cups of her lacy bra. Goose pimples erupted on her skin at the heady sensation.
He unclipped the fastener at the back and slowly, very slowly, slipped the straps over her shoulders and off. Then he carefully pulled one cup down, teasing her nipple out of the confines of the lace. When it was exposed, he sucked on it, pulling it hard into his mouth then settling into a slower, gentler rhythm. Mary threw her head back and pressed her body upward, pushing her breast into his face. The sensation was so good she could feel it low in her belly, spurring a fresh gush of liquid from her pussy.
Logan repeated the performance on the other breast, getting rid of the bra entirely.
When Mary was gasping with the pleasure of it all, he slid his hand down into her panties and pinched her clit.
The little sting of pain shocked her, and she jolted, but her sharp words of protest died as it turned into a delicious burn.
“Oh,” she breathed.
How on earth did that feel good?
Logan slid from the chair with her in his arms. He stretched Mary in front of the fire and tugged her pants and panties off.
From the size of the tent in his pants, Mary could tell where this was going.
“What about Derek?” s
he finally found the courage to ask. She had wondered what was going on when he didn’t join them.
“Derek is doing some work on a continuing education course he’s neglected lately. He’ll join us in bed in a few hours,” Logan assured her. “It’s okay for you to spend time with each of us alone, Mary. We won’t be jealous of one another. Most ménage families have found it’s good to spend times as couples too.”
Mary felt a measure of relief at that. She still felt as though she wasn’t up on the ménage etiquette. Was she supposed to divide her time, or was that up to the guys? Were they supposed to go out as couples or just as a trio? And who decided that?
All the questions were burned out of her brain like fire to paper when Logan licked her slit.
He tongued her savagely, as if he was a starving man and she was top sirloin. The arousal built quickly, and the fire inside her burned hot and fierce. She wiggled to try to ease some of the building pleasure, but Logan wouldn’t allow her to get away.
She quickly went over the edge, falling into her orgasm fast and hard. The pleasure whipped through her and left her tingling in its wake.
Logan grinned at her as his head left her mound.
He loomed over her and bent his head to kiss her. The taste of her own pussy was strong in her mouth. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, but she was soon swept away with Logan’s passion again.
He left her to pull off his jeans. Of course the man went commando.
Mary never considered herself a connoisseur of dicks, but she had to admit the Murray brothers had fine cocks. The head of Logan’s dick was a darker pink than his beautifully veined shaft, and it was weeping precum.
He caught her staring.
“Did you want some of this?” he asked, taking the precum and using it to lubricate his hand. He pumped his shaft.
All Mary could do was nod. She was fascinated at the way he handled himself. He was completely unselfconscious and pulled on his dick much harder than Mary would have thought to.
Logan grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans and rolled it over himself. Even this made Mary hotter. She moaned before she realized it.
“Does watching me touch my dick make you hot?” he asked, a little of what sounded like wonder in his voice.
“Yes.” Mary could feel her cheeks heat up.
Logan fisted himself again. “Think about it, Mary. If watching me makes you hot, think about what watching you play with yourself might do to me.”
Mary had not thought about that. She could feel her eyes widen, and she thought they might drop out of her head. Or be boiled dry from the heat in her face.
“Come on, Mary,” Logan whispered seductively. “You can do it for me. Touch yourself, just a little.”
She hesitantly reached down. With Logan’s murmurs of encouragement, she opened her lips and stroked her clit with the pads of her fingers. She rubbed herself in the slow rhythm that she liked, and when her hips rocked into her own touches, Logan groaned.
“I can’t wait anymore, sunshine,” he announced and hooked one of her legs over his arm. He pressed his cock into her pussy and slid inside while levering her leg back to open her wide.
Mary cried out as he pressed deep into her, his balls nestling against her ass. She felt helpless in this position, pinned and trapped, and yet so safe.
Logan began to move, snapping his hips in a way that brought him into contact with her clit with each stroke. The way he pumped his cock in and out of her body set her alight all over again. She’d thought her last orgasm was intense enough that she would need a while before she would be ready again.
She was wrong.
He drove her hard, and her orgasm attacked her suddenly, ripping through her body. She was prey to its predatory nature, and it left her spent, crying and shaking.
Logan’s release came hard on the heels of hers. He growled as he pressed into her, pulsing in her channel. He rocked in and out as his climax ebbed, slowly bringing them down from the intense sensations.
They were both panting when Logan reached down to hold on to the condom as he pulled out of her.
“What do you say to bed?” he asked.
Mary smiled at him. “You’ve worn me out.”
He chuckled. “Other way round,” he replied.
He took her into the bathroom and set her on the counter, where he cleaned her pussy thoroughly, teasing her through the washcloth. He cleaned himself up while she watched, and as he grew semi-erect again, Mary could feel the warmth in her own mound.
Logan stepped between her legs. “I could take you again, right here, right now,” he said in her ear.
Mary wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or a bad one. She was leaning toward good, but then she yawned.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean that…”
Logan just laughed. “It’s been a big day, in a lot of ways. Let’s get some sleep.”
They snuggled into bed together. Mary woke a little when Derek came to bed, and she pulled him in for a sleepy kiss as he nestled against her on his side.
* * * *
Derek watched Mary wake slowly. Her breathing changed a little, and she made small movements with her legs.
One eye opened a little then the other. He was barely able to appreciate the deep brown of her irises through the small slits of her eyelids.
She opened them a bit more and focused on the clock on the bedside table. It was nine a.m. on Sunday. Later than he would bet she was normally up, but not obscenely lazy.
“Mmm,” she said and stretched her body out slowly.
Derek appreciated her lovely brown-tinged areolae that peeked above the sheets. Her hips were getting a little more generous now, and he liked to see it. She’d been way too skinny when she first arrived at Karen’s.
He slid his hand over those lovely hips and splayed his fingers over her belly.
“Hey,” she greeted him.
“Hey yourself,” he sent back to her.
“I have to work at Karen’s today,” she said hesitantly.
“Okay,” he replied amiably. “The store doesn’t open until noon, so you’ve plenty of time, right?”
“I need to be there at eleven thirty.”
“No problem. You’ll get there in time, I promise.”
Mary relaxed. “Thanks.”
There was a little furrow in her brow and a slight downturn at the corner of her mouth. Derek didn’t say anything, wanting her to talk to him.
“I was afraid you were going to be all ‘you can’t go to work’ because of yesterday,” she finally admitted.
“You have to work. So do we. This person who’s harassing you seems to be reluctant to do anything during the day or with witnesses, so you’ll likely be fine with the store open and another person helping you. Marg’s working today too, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And one of us will drop you off and pick you up. Not”—and he held up his hand to forestall the protest that was clearly about to erupt from her mouth—“because you’re less than capable but because we like to be with you, we want to care for you, and we like both your company and jelly beans.”
She sighed, clearly not entirely believing him. “Okay.”
“Good. Now that we’ve got that out of the way…” He plastered his body over hers and kissed her deeply.
He was rewarded with her response. She gave back as good as she got with his kiss, and her hands wandered over his arms and back. She tilted her hips toward him and moaned when he left her lips to kiss his way down to her nipples.
Giving the left one a nip, he leapt out of bed.
“Hey!” Mary protested.
“Come to the shower.” He crooked a finger at her. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I like the shower.” She crawled out of the huge bed and followed him into the glass enclosure.
Derek turned on two of the showerheads and adjusted the water so it was nice and warm. He pulled Mary in with him and closed the door to keep the he
at in the stall.
He pulled her under the warm spray and kept her there for a few long moments. He caressed her from ass to neck in long sweeps, reveling in her soft olive skin and kissing her neck and shoulders.
Mary gave back, her hands wandering over him, threading through his chest hair, cupping his ass and kneading the muscles of his back.
Derek had fantasized about this. He had envisioned her in the master bathroom at his home, sitting on the seat that extended across the back of the walk-in shower. How lucky was he that fantasy had become reality.
Derek sat Mary on the seat. He made sure her legs were open, and he could see her pussy, her clit peeking out, that luscious dark pink bead just begging to be played with.
He walked over to her, fisting his cock lightly. He didn’t want to come just yet.
“I heard that Logan got you to play with yourself,” he told her, and Mary blushed. “Do it for me, Mary,” he commanded softly.
She slowly slipped her fingers to her cunt.
She started to rub her folds, which were already wet. She spread her juices around and then circled her plump clit, a little moan escaping her as she did.
“That’s right, sunshine,” he crooned at her. He was impressed that she trusted him enough to allow him to see her vulnerable like this. He liked watching her masturbate and hoped she would become less self-conscious with time.
Derek knelt in front of her and slid his fingers over her labia. He leaned down and sucked on her right nipple as he slowly slid a finger in her vagina.
“Ah, yesss,” she hissed and tried to take more of his thick, callused digit.
He was happy to oblige her. Licking and sucking on her nipples, he fingered her, and his thumb rubbed her clit in the same slow rhythm that she had used on herself.
Mary’s hands gripped the edge of the seat, and her fingers strained so hard he thought she would crack the stone.
He moved down and started to lick her creamy folds. She tasted so good, rich and decadent, a combination of sultry sin and the comfort of home. Flicking his tongue across her clit made her gasp and moan, and she wiggled her ass on the seat trying to get more contact with his tongue and fingers.
