by Mia Ashlinn
An unexpected hand slipped between her and Gray from behind as Cade led their husband’s unyielding erection to her weeping entrance. Jaycee wanted to yell, Hallelujah! However, she held back her irreverent outcry—not because she wanted to, but because Gray penetrated her swiftly and sharply, stealing her voice and her very breath.
Gray glided in and out of her pussy, sending the water around them slapping over the edge and into a wet mess on her bathroom floor. But she didn’t care. She couldn’t think about anything beyond the sensual slide of his shaft sucking her into the vortex that had threatened to blow her away earlier. Only this time, things would be different. She knew he would fuck her until the turbulent orgasm swept her away. Thank God.
Somewhere off in the distance, she heard a bottle opening and closing, but the roaring blood in her ears distorted her hearing. Closing her eyes, she took the pleasure Gray gave her greedily. She rode him, and he fucked her, his hips pumping upward as her pussy slammed downward.
A second later, Cade kneeled behind her. She couldn’t see him, but she felt him. She felt his heat, his lean body. The wide head of his cock poked her ass cheek, and she grinned. Or at least, she thought she did.
Cupping her face, Gray kissed her—long and hard. His mouth toyed with hers, his tongue sweeping inside and circling hers. He searched her mouth with his, sliding his silken tongue against hers, and she moaned.
Cade prodded her back entrance. He grabbed onto her ass cheeks, opening her wide, and she shivered, knowingly. Cade loved to watch her rear entrance swallowing his cock. He’d told her in explicit details how much. And now, she nearly lost it whenever he watched himself fucking her asshole.
Ripping her lips from Gray’s, she barked, “Fuck me, Cade.” Bad move.
Gray froze underneath her, and Cade froze behind her. Uh-oh.
“Our woman is being a hellcat,” Gray informed Cade, and she cursed. She was in for it now.
“Yes she is,” Cade responded. “We need to have a chat with her about that.”
“I have a better idea,” Gray replied. “We fuck her until she is too sated to talk.”
Yes, yes, and oh yes! Rather than opening her mouth and inserting her foot, she bit her tongue and waited. After only a heartbeat, Cade resumed his cock’s invasion. He pressed forward steadily, rocking his hips gently. The burn of his huge, hard cock forcing its way inside her snug asshole had her writhing. She whimpered as her body grew tighter, fuller, and neared maximum capacity. Jam-packed full of cock, her body gorged on their searing, stiff shafts. Another whimper rolled off her tongue.
Beneath her, Gray quit thrusting. He waited, and so did she. Finally, Cade reached her sphincter, and she bore down, hoping to help him pass the obstinate ring of muscles resisting his penetration. When he groaned and smoothly slipped into her rectum then sunk all the way into her ass, she knew he’d succeeded.
Arching, she threw her head back against Cade’s shoulder. “I love you.” She sighed. “I love you both.”
The men didn’t say anything. They didn’t have to. She knew how they felt. Instead they started to move, showing her without words what was in their hearts—and bodies.
Gray drove his cock forward as Cade dragged his dick backward. Then they switched, one always progressing while the other always retreated. They worked her body, fucking her until she couldn’t think, talk, or move. She struggled to even breathe.
Air rushed in and out of her in agonizingly shallow, fast gasps. She tried to scream, but there wasn’t enough air to make noise. So she held on tight, and let them go wild.
Gray and Cade attacked her, fucking both holes primitively as though they had something to prove, as though they were showing her who she belonged to. She shook fiercely between them as pleasure consumed her and sent her spiraling into the center of the storm.
Her pussy drew up, little spasms starting then spreading outward, building into bigger, carnal convulsions. The walls of her channel quivered then quaked, and she finally found enough air to scream.
Her husbands seemed to snap at her earthy bellow. They both hammered her holes, fucking into and out of her in perfect accord. Then when she felt her orgasm ebbing, they started one anew as they reached their own climaxes.
They stiffened then convulsed, their cum finding a haven in her body, and she was swept away a second time. She let loose a keening cry, sounding like a wounded animal rather than a satisfied woman.
Panting, she collapsed between Gray and Cade. Her sated body curled into Gray, and Cade’s curved around hers. She was grateful her husbands were with her. Otherwise, she might very well have drowned in the now half-filled tub. Her limp and exhausted body couldn’t fight the tsunami-like waves crashing against her overheated flesh. One minute passed then another, and the water eventually seemed to calm, downgrading to swells before settling into ripples.
“I have to move,” she murmured without moving an inch. “But I don’t want to.”
Gray chuckled, his chest rumbling. “Then stay.”
She sighed. “I can’t. I have to meet the girls.”
“Then go,” Cade answered easily. “We’ll be here when you get home. And the babies will be fine.”
“Of course they will,” she retorted with a fierce indignation. Peering over her shoulder, she scowled. “You two are great dads.”
Gray and Cade squeezed her tight.
“We know,” Cade countered cockily.
“Just go on to dinner,” Gray told her. “Do what you have to do. So we can spank you and get it over with.”
She thrust her bottom lip out and pouted. “You sound like that’s a hardship.”
“Go,” Gray ground out. “Before we change our minds and keep you here until the end of time.”
Ooh, that sounds mighty fine to me. But alas, she couldn’t live her life in bed—no matter how much her body wanted to. Besides, she had a lot to do and mischief to make.
“As good as that sounds,” she said as she wiggled to get away from the two sizzling, sexy bodies surrounding her, “I have to get a move on. You know how much I hate to be late. Early bird gets the worm and all”
Or in this case, early chick gets The Bitch. And they would get her. One way or another, Leila Schilling was gone. Starting tonight, they would find a way to rid Serenity of the stinking shrew, and soon they would put their plan into action. Leila would go poof and never be seen again.
This Thanksgiving is shaping up to be the best one yet. The Bitch had come to town to serve the sweetest dish, and it looked like she would. Only not the kind she expected. She’d been back less than a day, and Jaycee had already devoured two sweet dishes—love and peace from the past.
Leila’s picture might have hurt and pissed her the fuck off, but it laid the past to rest in a twisted way. She’d seen her husbands’ faces, and they hadn’t looked the way they did when they touched her or each other. They hadn’t even seemed all that passionate. They were drunk, and they were unhappy. She saw it in their eyes. Despite everything, Jaycee could move on from their mistake—finally and completely.
With a happy sigh, Jaycee pressed a kiss to each of her husbands’ lips. “You know it’s funny,” she said. “Thanksgiving is not for a couple of days, but you two just fed me the sweetest dish.” When both Gray and Cade stared at her in confusion, she clarified, “Your love is my sweetest dish. Duh.”
Before they had a chance to reply to her sassy remark, Jaycee slipped out of the tub and snagged the towel hanging on the hook. Hurrying away from the men just in case they convinced her to devour them again, she hummed excitedly. Yes, this Thanksgiving is coming together nicely. I have the sweetest dish in spades. And I can enjoy it any time I want. Who needs anything else?
Chapter 10
Katie-Anne stepped onto the ledge in front of Dolce Serenità just as James Monroe swung open the massive, hand-carved wooden door. The elderly doorman with twinkling blue eyes and a warm, friendly face quickly ushered her inside, his unceasingly serene smile welcoming her i
n a way that words never could.
As soon as Katie-Anne slipped out of the nippy night and into the shadowy Italian restaurant, he closed the door behind her, cutting off the whooshing wind outside. She scanned the reception area for her friends, but the subdued lighting slowed down her search.
While waiting for her eyes to adjust, the instrumental classical music diverted her attention, and she smiled at the romantic melody playing softly in her ears. Taking in the scenery, from the exquisite marble flooring to the ethereal mural on the ceiling, she appreciated the subtle ambience, the elegant atmosphere around her.
“Mrs. Jacobs?”
Gasping, she whipped around and smiled at James. “Oh! Sorry.”
“No problem, my dear,” he replied, his warmhearted nature comforting her. “I just wanted to let you know that Mrs. Dalton is waiting over there for you.” He pointed toward the lounge on the right side of the opulent reception area then took her handbag and assisted her out of her coat. Handing her purse back to her, he added, “And Mrs. Blakemore hasn’t arrived just yet.”
“Thank you,” Katie-Anne murmured, touching the crook of James’s arm with a gentle hand. Impulsively, she kissed his wrinkled cheek in an uncommon display of affection. “It’s so lovely to see you again.”
Without saying another word or doing something that would embarrass her further, Katie-Anne strode away from the man she and her friends had all come to love over the years. She hurried to the lounge where James had told her Shannon sat waiting for her. It didn’t take her long to reach the open space designed to house people in luxurious comfort as they awaited their turn to enter the dining area.
Spotting Shannon in the corner, Katie-Anne called out to her. She smiled then strode straight for her best friend and dropped down beside her on the bronze-colored love seat. “Hey, crazy lady. How long have you been here?”
Shannon sighed dramatically, dropping her hazel eyes to the watch she wore on her wrist. She stared at the face for a lengthy amount of time then murmured, “Oh, I’ve been here for over an hour.” Her lips twitched as she obviously fought to not grin at her transparent lie. “Some of us aren’t rude bitches who make their friends wait.”
“Are you talking about J?” Katie-Anne asked, batting her eyes innocently at Shannon, who’d just glanced up. “I know you aren’t talking about me. I would never be late—to anything.”
Cocking her head to the side, Shannon coughed. “Bullshit.”
In the mood to annoy Shannon, Katie-Anne elbowed her in the side before leaning back against the lavish chenille cushions that curved cozily around her. “I don’t think Jaycee would appreciate you calling her a rude bitch, Shan.”
Her best friend snorted again, crossing her arms at the same time as she crossed her petite legs. “Wouldn’t be the first time I called her that, and it won’t be the last.”
“True,” Katie-Anne agreed with a nod. “So when did you really get here?”
“About thirty seconds before you did,” Shannon stated matter-of-factly, smirking.
“You bitch,” Katie-Anne spat. “No, you rude bitch.” The moment the words spilled from Katie-Anne’s lips, they both giggled.
“Who’s a rude bitch today?” Jaycee asked, appearing suddenly. She darted her eyes back and forth between the two of them before shrugging. “It’s a toss-up. I’m going to go with…Shannon.”
Scowling, Shannon flipped Jaycee off. But the bawdy wink that followed ruined her feigned annoyance. Clearing her throat, she informed Jaycee, “We were discussing where you were. And why it was rude that you were running so far behind. That makes you the rude bitch, not us.”
Jaycee rolled her amused eyes. “Whatever. The two of you haven’t been here long.”
“Maybe we have been here for hours on end, waiting ever-so-patiently for our dearest friend, who was probably too busy getting it on with her husbands to even call,” Shannon grumbled unconvincingly as she stood to her feet. Edging her way around Jaycee, she moved in the direction of the dining room. “Let’s get a move on. I’m feeling ornery, and I don’t want to waste my energy on the two of you when I could go after The Bitch.”
Katie-Anne didn’t want to waste precious time either. She was ready to raise a little hell. Leila won’t know what hit her. Part of her figured she should feel bad for raising a ruckus around the holidays. But what was a holiday without a little drama? Besides, they weren’t technically doing anything until after Thanksgiving. Black Friday is going to take on a whole new meaning for us.
“I like the wicked look on your face,” Jaycee commented, ripping Katie-Anne out of her random revelry. “You almost scare me.”
Katie-Anne snorted. “Nothing scares you, my dear.”
“You’d be surprised,” Jaycee replied as she stepped forward and helped Katie-Anne to her feet. “I’m scared of clowns.”
“That’s only because you look like one,” Katie-Anne retorted with a wink. “Now let’s go before Shannon has all the fun without us.”
Jaycee shuddered playfully. “Perish the thought. The damn town would go boom!”
For some reason, Katie-Anne had a feeling that the town might explode, whether or not Shannon was the one to ignite it. If she knew Leila at all, which unfortunately she did, the horrible hag would do one of two things in retaliation. Either she would run like the little pussycat she was or she would rain hell down on them. It was hard to tell which way the pendulum would sway. Most psychos weren’t exactly predictable.
Wandering behind Shannon, she and Jaycee didn’t say anything. They just followed their friend’s footsteps in silence. Walking beneath the mahogany doorframe dividing the reception and the dining room, a mouth-watering aroma of food wafted under Katie-Anne’s nose, and her stomach rumbled hungrily.
Katie-Anne allowed her eyes to drift closed. Sniffing the scent fully, she relished the savory smell of cheesy, garlic goodness. Italian bread baking in the oven, slowly simmering tomatoes, and freshly chopped herbs united for the purely decadent fragrance of a to-die-for Italian restaurant.
Without watching where she was going, Katie-Anne bumped into someone. Immediately, she snapped her eyes open and wobbled slightly, scrambling to catch her handbag as it slipped off her arm. But she didn’t move fast enough, and the leather bag fell to the marble floor with a clatter.
Luckily, Katie-Anne had zipped her purse earlier so none of the contents actually escaped. “Crap,” she squeaked, squatting down and scooping her purse up in a hurry. Shooting back to her feet, she apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry, Vince!”
The quiet man, who often dropped into town for random visits with his boyfriend’s ailing Aunt Rose, cleared his throat. “No problem,” he replied in a gruff voice. “I should have been watching where I was going.”
“No, she’s just being a klutz,” Jaycee piped up behind her, chuckling.
Sending an exasperated glance over her shoulder, Katie-Anne snapped, “Pot, meet kettle, baby.”
Before Jaycee could reply, she returned her attention to Vince, but he was already silently scuttling away from her. She shrugged, resuming her path to the big corner booth they’d requested in the back. Winding her way through the dining room, she paused several times to smile and talk to this person or that one. However, it didn’t take her too long to reach the booth.
Scooting in next to Shannon, she noticed that Vince sat at the table next to them with his very attractive boyfriend, Brenton Sterling. She lifted her hand to wave, but he ducked behind his laptop before she had a chance. How odd that man is. Again, she shrugged at the peculiarity of the semi-stranger.
Jaycee joined them at the table, going all the way to the other side then sliding around the circular bench seat and settling next to Shannon. “That guy’s a weird cookie,” Jaycee whispered.
Katie-Anne rolled her eyes. “Leave him alone. It’s nice that he comes to visit his boyfriend’s sick aunt.”
“Mmhmm,” Shannon said in response as she picked up the swanky menu with intricate calli
graphy penned on the cover and covered her face. “It has nothing to do with the fact that she’s loaded.”
“Whatever,” Katie-Anne mumbled. “We’re not here to talk about him.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Shannon shot back without looking away from her menu.
Sipping on her water, Jaycee asked, “Where’s Sarah? I thought you were bringing her.”
Katie-Anne frowned. Instead of going home after she’d left Shannon’s, she’d gone to check on Sarah. Her sister-in-law had been escorted to Her Majesty’s Pleasure because that’s where Deke, Adam, and several of their entourage were going to be working. Heaven forbid that they let her out of sight now.
“She’s being guarded by a group of Doms, who are bent on keeping her under their thumb,” Katie-Anne retorted in a smart-aleck tone that annoyed even her. “Or at least, that’s what she said.”
She bit back a laugh. Her sister-in-law was getting fed up with the “overbearing brutes,” as she called them. She craved freedom. This trip to Serenity had been the first step in gaining a little more independence. After months of being coddled, her psychologist thought she was ready to return to Serenity and face the people who cared about her. But now, The Bitch had gone and fucked it up.
“I would say that it sucks to be her,” Shannon said as she lowered her menu to the table and shut it. “But seriously, those Doms are fucking hot.”
“Says the married woman with three husbands,” Jaycee retorted, setting her water goblet on the table. “Shit, who am I kidding? They are hot.”
“Hi, ladies,” Melissa Davis greeted, appearing at their table side. The pretty waitress smiled timidly at them but averted her eyes. “How are you this evening?”
“Good,” Shannon said, an easy smile spreading across her freckled face. She’d come a long way from being jealous of this young woman with the tragic past. “How’s my friend Molly?”
Melissa never failed to glow whenever her young daughter was mentioned. Looking at Shannon, she gushed, “She’s so great. You should come see her. She’s been asking for you, you know.”
