Hope Heals

by Tymber Dalton

  “I…I can’t choose between you,” she said. “Please don’t ask me to do that.”

  “We’re not asking you to,” Pete said. “I know we have to move slow because of Jason. We’re more than willing to do that. As long as it takes.”

  “Until you think he’s ready for it,” Sam added. “Your dad and Betty are already fine with it.”

  It felt like she couldn’t breathe. After a moment of staring from one man to the other and back again, she nodded. At least, she hoped she was nodding.

  She supposed she was from the way both men grinned. They stood, and Sam took something from his pocket. Pete held her left hand up as Sam slipped a ring onto her finger.

  “That’s from both of us,” Sam told her, leaning in to kiss her. “It’s a promise. We’ll be here the whole time. Patiently waiting.”

  “Patiently?” Pete joked as he leaned in to kiss her.

  Sam laced his fingers through hers. “Maybe not so patiently. But we’ll wait as long as it takes. Although don’t be surprised if we start playing dirty to get you to make up your mind sooner.”

  “Dirty?”

  The men exchanged a wicked glance before Pete dropped to his knees in front of her again. Before she knew what was happening, Sam had grabbed her and was kissing her while Pete dove under her skirt and pulled her panties down.

  As Pete’s skilled tongue zoned in perfectly on her clit, she loudly moaned into Sam’s mouth.

  Dirty…Okay, I’m good with dirty.

  She couldn’t move because Pete had reached around and grabbed her ass, his shoulders keeping her legs spread wide while Sam wrapped an arm around her and forced her to stand there and take it even as he kissed her.

  Pete had learned her body well. He slipped two fingers into her cunt and began finger-fucking her as he licked and sucked her clit. It took him less than a couple of minutes to have her coming, the force of her release weakening her as the men held on tighter to keep her body upright. Sam’s mouth muffled her cries even as she heard him chuckling.

  They owned her.

  They knew it.

  She knew it.

  Who am I kidding?

  Pete didn’t stop there. Sam reached an arm around her and began playing with her nipples, rolling and pinching them through the fabric of her costume while Pete continued fingering her cunt and licking her clit.

  The night, the moon, and these two men.

  Could it get any better?

  She shoved those thoughts out of her brain as she enjoyed Pete’s oral talents, the walls of her pussy eagerly squeezing around Pete’s fingers. It wasn’t until after he forced a second orgasm out of her that he finally relented and emerged from under her skirts and sat up, a pleased grin on his face.

  “Dirty, babe,” he said. “We’re going to play very dirty.”

  She offered absolutely no resistance when Pete this time slung her over his shoulder and carried her the rest of the way to their house. She couldn’t have resisted even if she wanted to. Her entire body felt like jelly.

  Or Braveheart after a fainting spell.

  Back at their house, Pete dumped her onto the bed and grinned as he shucked his clothes. Sam yanked his shirt off and shoved his shorts and briefs to the floor.

  “Our turn, babe,” Sam said. He threw up her skirt and yanked her panties down and off her. Pete tossed him a condom. Before she could even think about getting her own costume off, she’d been rolled onto her hands and knees and had Sam’s cock buried in her pussy and Pete’s down her throat.

  Pete held onto her head, slowly thrusting his cock between her lips. “That’s it, you dirty little pirate wench. Just kneel there and get your booty plundered.”

  Sam froze as she busted out laughing, blowing spit all over the place as she did.

  Sam roared with laughter of his own. “Dude. Tell me you did not just say that.”

  “What? I was trying to be funny.”

  Sarah howled with laughter, her cheek resting on Pete’s thigh.

  Sam started fucking her again. “Serves you right, dude. You’ll just have to wait until she stops laughing to get your blow job. More fucking, less funny.”

  She tried. She really did. She wanted to give Pete a blow job but every time she remembered what he said she started laughing again, until she gave up and just knelt there, snorting and giggling while Sam fucked her.

  Then, the horrifying happened.

  With all her laughter, she accidentally farted. And no, not a silent-but-deadly stealthy one, either.

  Oooh, no.

  This was a loud, long, rip-roaring toot that stopped Sam in his tracks.

  And made Pete start howling with laughter.

  “Oh, babe. That’s just wrong.” Sam pulled out while Sarah fell over on her side, roaring with laughter once more.

  “I’m…I’m…I’m sorry,” she finally managed to choke out through her gales of laughter. “I…couldn’t…help it!”

  Pete pointed at Sam. “See what happens? Karma.”

  “Bullshit, karma, my ass,” Sam said. “That was the bean dip you insisted on bringing to the shindig tonight.”

  Meanwhile, all Sarah could do was lie there on her side and laugh.

  Sam pulled the condom off his wilting cock and headed into the bathroom to dispose of the rubber.

  “Glad I bought several boxes of those yesterday,” he said.

  Sarah almost had herself pulled together and was ready to start on sexy time once more, only being slightly debilitated by the giggles, when she let out another fart.

  Helpless on the bed, she started laughing again. She’d even thought about just giving the guys blow jobs, but then the memory of Pete’s ill-timed comment would come back to haunt her and start her laughing again.

  The men crawled up on either side of her, Sam on her left. She finally thought to stare down at the ring they’d put on her hand. It was a beautiful amethyst, surrounded by small diamonds.

  Sam laced his fingers through hers. “Well, at least we managed to put a ring on it tonight,” he said, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss it. “That was the important part of the evening.”

  “Yeah, and at least I didn’t get Dutch-ovened earlier out in the yard,” Pete quipped.

  Sam studied her as she roared with laughter once more. “Dude, I’m getting you a ball gag. You just don’t know when to shut the hell up, do you?”

  * * * *

  Pete rolled his eyes at his cousin. “All right, fine. So I’m not Mr. Sexy Talk. Sue me.”

  Sarah slung an arm across his chest and stared up at him with those sweet green eyes of hers. “Aww, that’s okay. Your heart was in the right place.”

  “Thank you, babe.” He glared at Sam. “You didn’t help by laughing.”

  “Nobody’s perfect.” He leaned in and nibbled Sarah’s shoulder. “Well, our girl is, but I know I’m not.”

  There was that sweet blush again, the one that colored her cheeks and neck when they paid her compliments. “I’m not perfect,” she mumbled. “Tonight is proof of that.”

  Pete captured her other hand and bought it to his lips. “Stop,” he gently said. “You’re perfect for us. We love you just the way you are. And you put up with both of us. If we say you’re perfect, we mean it.” He sucked her thumb between his lips and laved his tongue around it, hoping maybe he could still salvage sexy time.

  And even if he didn’t, at least he had her by his side. He’d settle for that. Just being with her made him feel complete. It was more difficult to say good-bye or good night to her every time they had to leave her.

  Sam apparently read his intent. He began nibbling on the nape of her neck, drawing a soft moan out of her as her eyes fluttered shut.

  Okay, remember, keep my fucking mouth shut this time. Unless I’m using it on her body.

  Pete kissed his way up the inside of her arm, working his way down her chest to her breasts. He nestled his face between them, first one, then the other. He gently nibbled on her nipples, back and fort
h until they were once again tightly peaked. She was so beautiful like this, so responsive to everything they did to her. He’d never been with someone so perfect for him as her. He enjoyed the way her breath came in soft, quick gasps with everything they did to her, responding to them.

  They eased her onto her back. Sam changed positions, kneeling between her legs to bury his face in her pussy. That made her moan loudly, stirring Pete’s cock once more.

  Sexy time salvaged. He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her, hard, deeply, bruising, fucking her mouth with his tongue the way he wanted to fuck her pussy with his cock. Her arm circled him, her nails deliciously digging into his back as she cried out, body arching against him.

  There’s one. Go, Sam. Go.

  He felt for and found her hand. Lacing his fingers through hers, he pinned it over her head, his cock stiffening when he felt her body shiver.

  She liked it when they took charge like this. He didn’t have to be a mind reader to feel the way her body responded whenever they took possession of her in bed.

  He reached around and found her other hand and pinned it over her head, too. She began squirming under them, eagerly thrusting her tongue to meet his, moaning, rocking her hips in time with whatever Sam was doing to her between her legs.

  Sitting up, he switched her wrists into one hand and straddled her, the head of his cock brushing against her lips. She looked up at him, opening her mouth without hesitation as he slid his erection between her lips.

  With his other hand he palmed her cheek and stared down at her. When she opened her eyes again, he spotted the familiar glazed look he loved so well.

  They had her, and she knew it.

  Her eyes dropped closed again as she loudly moaned around his cock. From the way she deep-throated him, eagerly bobbing her head up and down as much as she could pinned beneath him, he knew Sam had made her come again.

  He slowly eased himself deep between her lips, pulling back before she gagged, all the way until just the head was still between her lips. Delicious madness set in as he tried to hold back, her tongue flicking his glans, exploring his slit, tracing every ridge and curve.

  Damn, she’s good.

  Even his ex, who he’d thought was good, was never this good, this eager to please. He loved Sarah for everything she was out of bed.

  In bed, he became utterly helpless to resist her, knew he’d give her anything she asked of him. She made him want to be the best man he could be for her sake, to be worthy of her.

  The ring on her finger winked in the dim light.

  Their ring, the one they’d shopped for together, for once able to completely agree on something.

  On their love for her.

  * * * *

  Sarah could barely form a coherent thought. Between Sam’s eager tongue spearing her cunt and flicking her clit, and being pinned under Pete with his delicious cock deep in her mouth, the world had disappeared. This felt so dirty and sexy and right, all at the same time. There’d been a few times where she’d been alone with one man or the other, but mostly, it was all three of them together.

  The two of them had a way of short-circuiting her brain in the most delicious way possible. She wasn’t even sure she knew how to say no to them.

  Not that she wanted to.

  With her clit between Sam’s lips, he began playing with her ass with his fingers, not pressing for entry yet, but teasing and setting off an explosion inside her she wasn’t expecting.

  Then he did slide a finger inside her ass, wet from her juices running down between her legs.

  She wanted them both. She wanted them both inside her, wanted the feeling of both their cocks stretching and owning her.

  Sam lifted his head from her clit, his breath warm across her flesh. “Want my cock there, baby?” he asked while sliding his finger in and out of her ass.

  “Mmm hmm!”

  “Get up, Pete,” Sam ordered, leaving her whining with disappointment as both the finger in her ass and the cock in her mouth disappeared.

  She didn’t have to wait long. Pete returned to the bed, rolling her on top of him and grabbing her hips to guide her onto his condom-clad cock. Then he kept one arm around her waist, holding her tight and still, his other hand buried in her hair as he ravished her mouth.

  Behind her, Sam drizzled lube between her cheeks. “I love fucking your ass, babe,” he hoarsely said. “I love having you between us like this. It’s so damn sexy.”

  He used his fingers to stretch and prepare her ass, all the while she ground herself against Pete’s cock as much as he’d allow her to move. Like this, with her swollen and sensitive clit rubbing against Pete, she knew she could come at least once more once Sam buried his cock inside her ass.

  “Okay, hold still,” Sam warned. He fisted his cock and pressed the head of it against her rim. Slowly, he pressed forward until the head of his cock was buried inside her.

  She let out a whine, muffled by Pete’s mouth. She wanted him in there, deep and hard.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” Sam said, his tone tinged with humor. He delivered a light slap to her ass. “We own you tonight, baby, just like you own our hearts. Give us this win, at least.”

  His words melted her. She owned them? No, they owned her, totally and completely.

  She didn’t understand how it had happened, and she didn’t care. They made her feel safe.

  They made her feel loved.

  More importantly, it already felt like they were a family.

  Sam pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her still as he slowly thrust, going a little deeper each time until he finally had his cock buried all the way inside her.

  Pete released her head and pushed her up so he could play with her nipples.

  “Start moving, baby,” Pete said, his voice strained. “Fuck our cocks.”

  Sam nipped the nape of her neck. “Squeeze our cocks, baby. Give us that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Rocking her hips she finally found that sweet spot while the men held still. Pete’s fingers pinched and pulled her nipples, adding delicious tingles of heat to the building explosion.

  “That ring on your finger,” Sam whispered in her ear, “means you’re the only woman who gets our cocks. So you’d better be ready for us. Because we’re damn sure going to make sure we keep you so satisfied you don’t even want to think about another man but us.”

  Pete tugged on her nipples. “Even if it means we need to sneak into your room and fuck your brains out every night,” he said. “I spend every day with my cock hard thinking about you.”

  She found her rhythm and knew if they kept it up, their dirty talk would shove her hard and fast over the edge.

  They knew it, too.

  “That’s it,” Sam urged. “You know you want to come with both our cocks inside you. You’re so fucking sexy like this, at your dirty best, aren’t you?”

  Her breath came in short, faster gasps.

  Sam cupped his hand around her throat, possessively. “Our sweet, beautiful little slutty princess. Only we get to see this side of you, and that’s the way we want it.”

  “We feel the way you’re riding our cocks,” Pete added. “I can feel your pussy twitch every time I pinch your nipples. You’re loving every second of this, loving every inch of our cocks fucking you.”

  That sent her over the edge. She braced her hands against Pete’s chest as she fucked them hard and fast, her orgasm breaking only that much harder as her cunt squeezed against both their cocks.

  “That’s it,” Pete urged. “Come for us, baby. You can’t lie to us. We know how much you love our cocks.”

  She slammed her hips against them, lost in the explosion rocketing through her until she rode it to the end and collapsed onto Pete.

  Pete held on to her waist while Sam grabbed her hips. They took over, fucking her and sending more pleasant vibrations through her body.

  “Our turn,” Sam said, his hips slapping against her ass. “I can’t wait until we can do t
his without rubbers and we make you walk around filled with our cum.”

  “Yeah,” Pete hoarsely said. “Marking what’s ours. Marking you inside and out.” He let out a grunt as he drove deep into her, falling still as his cock started pulsing.

  Sam had a little more stamina, holding back. “If you think we’re going to let any other guy have you, think again. You’re ours, and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives showing you how good this will be between us. Starting here and…now.” He came, his cock throbbing in her ass as he filled the condom.

  Sam propped himself up with his arms, not withdrawing, kissing her between her shoulder blades. “We don’t want to lose you, baby. We love you.”

  * * * *

  Sam held still, trying to catch his breath as the last echoes of his explosion faded. He didn’t want any other woman. He only wanted Sarah, wanted to love her for the rest of their lives together.

  There was something so sweetly vulnerable about the way she opened up to them in bed, like she’d never felt secure showing this side of herself to anyone but them.

  He damn sure wouldn’t do anything to fuck it up.

  “I love you guys, too,” she whispered.

  “I promise,” he said, “we’re not going anywhere. Unless you tell us to go, we’re here for the long haul.”

  “Absolutely,” Pete said from under her.

  Without pulling out, Sam carefully rolled to his side, Sarah and Pete also rolling, until they had her spooned between them. He nibbled on her neck. “Don’t ever hold back with us,” he said. “If you want sweet and gentle, or hard and dirty, it’s all good. Just tell us. We love every last bit of you.”

  She tipped her head back and kissed him. “Even the farty bits?”

  He snickered. “Even that.”

  “Good, because you might want to move.”

  Pete burst out laughing. “All right, lesson learned. I won’t bring bean dip again.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  The Tuesday morning after Thanksgiving, Sarah was home alone working when someone knocked on the front door. She’d only heard it because the day was so beautiful, a rare, comfortably cool Florida fall morning, that she’d left the French doors of her office open, as well as the living room sliders to the lanai, allowing the air to circulate.