Double In (13 page)

They eased backward in a molded heap, Reid on the bottom,
his legs spread to accommodate Marsha’s body and Porter’s on top of her. Reid
had enough position to fold himself over her, to reach her neck, the upper
curve of her shoulder, and her ear with fiery kisses that singed her flesh even
as it cooled.

Porter’s mouth left hers on a low, guttural moan to lick
down her jaw, her throat and her collarbone, even as he shifted to reposition
himself. His weight was a welcomed pressure on top of her, his hips spreading
her legs wide, his hard cock teasing her sodden entrance.

“We’re pretty sure we’ve figured out your hottest fantasy.”
Reid’s breath fanned the side of her neck, sending icy-hot chills racing over
her flesh.

“Oh?”

Porter shifted slightly, covered her pussy with his palm,
and drove two fingers inside her channel. “Are you ready for us to experiment
and find out?”

“
Yes!
” The word left her on a surprised groan as
pleasure splintered through her. She lifted her hips, wanted the penetration
deeper, needing so much more.

“You’re soaked, darlin’, and ready.”

“I’m beyond ready. Please,” she pleaded breathlessly,
wriggling her hips as his fingers started to pump inside her opening. She
nearly cried out when he withdrew his fingers, but the sound caught in her throat
when his hand dipped lower, one finger pushing between her butt cheeks to graze
over her anus.

“Are you ready here, too?”

Oh God. They did know. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet,
but she had no doubt in a matter of seconds she was about to be. Porter circled
her back entrance with the pad of his finger, massaging the opening, relaxing
it for penetration. He eased the tip of his finger inside and her hips rose
again, this time involuntarily, on the dart of pleasured pain that shot all the
way to her head.

“Got any lube in that bedside table?”

Unable to speak, afraid to even try, Marsha nodded.

“Good. Turn around, straddle Reid, and I’ll take care of the
rest.”

Marsha sat up unsteadily and turned around on knees that
quivered. Her gaze locked with Reid’s as he scooted down to lie flat. She
leaned over him, bracing her hands on either side of his head as she situated
her legs over his. He gripped her sides and her back arched at the touch, her
ass rising higher in the air. Dimly she registered the shifting of the bed, the
sound of the bedside table drawer opening, of the top popping open on the tube
of lubrication she kept there.

“Damn, you look amazing this way.” Porter settled behind
her, his hands framing her hips. He slid them down her thighs and over her butt
cheeks, ratcheting her anticipation and increasing the tremors moving through
her soul. His fingers kneaded the flesh and pulled her cheeks apart. “Your ass
is perfect, firm and beautiful. You’re going to be so tight. I just know it.”

She knew it too. She’d had anal sex before, but only twice
and that had been a long time ago. Besides, given the size of Porter’s cock
going inside her anus, the thought made her dizzy even as her body threatened
to convulse with expectation.

“Are you going to be comfortable this way?” Reid’s hands
skimmed lightly up and down her side.

His erect cock brushed against the widespread opening of her
pussy and she answered him by lowering her hips, taking his cock slowly inside
her channel one glorious inch at a time. “I don’t know.” She sighed as her body
accepted him without protest, her inner muscles contracting around his shaft as
she took all of his length inside. She was wet, almost dripping with juices.
Still, every glorious inch of his shaft rubbed along the walls of her channel.
“What do you think?”

Reid closed his eyes on a throaty-sounding groan. “I think
this is perfect.”

Marsha laughed and started to ride, digging her knees into
the mattress as she pivoted her hips and rocked them back and forth on his
cock. She slowly lifted her body off his cock and gradually lowered herself
onto it again. He let her control every move, watching her through heavy-lidded
eyes.

“Are you ready for me to play, Mars?” Porter’s fingers, now
covered with the slick, cool lube, rubbed over her anus, leaving her no doubt
where he wanted to play.

It was amazing how that casually asked question turned her
insides to the temperature of molten lava. She stilled with Reid’s cock lodged
inside her fiery channel to the hilt and for about half a second all she could
do was sit there and revel in the rapturous sensations the anticipation brought
her. “Yes.”

Porter eased a finger inside her rear, working the lube into
her opening. She gasped at the slight pinching sensation when he breached the
tight, muscled rim, pulled back, and probed again. She bowed her head, unable
to continue to hold Reid’s gaze as she struggled to take shallow, even breaths.

“Let it feel good, baby,” Reid quietly coached her. “Relax
and let Porter get you ready.”

She wanted to relax, wanted to take Porter’s cock into her
ass as easily as she could her pussy. Wanting to and actually doing it,
however, were two entirely different things. Her muscles automatically tensed.
Her arms and legs quivered. None of that stopped Porter. He wiggled his finger
in her anus, stretching the opening, pushing the lubed digit deeper until twin
blades of fire and pain collided in a sword of pleasure that sliced from her
ass to her cunt.

“That’s it, darlin’.” Porter’s finger slowly withdrew only
to return again, this time with a friend. “Oh, yeah, now you’re relaxing for
me.”

She was? She didn’t feel relaxed. She felt…stretched, full,
on the precipice of something mind-altering.

“Two fingers, Mars. That’s how many I’ve got inside this
tight little ass of yours.” He started to pump them, sliding in and out in a
slow cadence that had her rocking on Reid’s cock.

Marsha started to ride again, unable to stop her body’s
movements as she bucked on Reid’s cock in her pussy, thrusting back onto
Porter’s fingers in her ass. Raking claws of ecstasy and pain tormented her
insides, urging her closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Porter repeated. “Now you’re ready for
me.”

Marsha lifted her head, her eyes flying open when he pulled
his fingers free of her ass. Her gaze slammed into Reid’s. He was looking at
her, his lips drawn tight, intense concentration and arousal turning his eyes
midnight dark.

“Do you realize every time he does something back there,
your pussy muscles tighten around my cock?” Reid’s whisper sounded tortured.
“Keep it up, baby, and I’m going to blow before he gets inside you.”

Porter positioned himself behind her, holding her ass cheeks
spread with his hands as his cock nudged her anus. “Porter, please.” She closed
her eyes as he rubbed the head of his cock over her hole, spreading beads of
pre-come around the rim. Then he slid a fraction of an inch inside her and her
breath caught in her throat.

“Breathe, baby,” Reid told her softly.

The pleasured pain was back, colliding with a burn that
sizzled through her bloodstream and yanked unintelligible sounds from her
throat.

“Almost in, Mars,” Porter told her through clenched teeth.
“Christ, you’re still so tight. Don’t let me hurt you. We don’t have to do it
this way.”

“Oh yes the hell we do.” The words spilled from her lips on
a burst of disbelieving air. If he thought she would let him stop now, he could
think again.

She eased her hips back, meeting his slow thrust, and taking
his cock deeper into her anus. Her body started to relax then, really relax,
and even the lingering dull pain got washed away by rapture.

“Holy shit,” he growled as he filled her ass in a final and
persistent thrust that pushed her body down onto Reid’s, drawing his cock
deeper into her pussy.

“Damn, I can actually feel his dick going inside you,” Reid
breathed, his neck arching, his eyes rolling back.

It was like nothing she could have prepared for, having two
magnificently sized cocks inside her at once. She felt overfull, stupendously
invaded, and perfectly complete. Porter started to move inside her. His thrusts
drew her away from Reid’s body and pushed her back again, setting a rhythm that
was measured and amazing. In an instant, she was falling over the edge.

“Porter! Reid!” Both names exploded from her lips as the
orgasm dominated all thoughts, all reason, and all self-control.

“Let go, baby,” Porter grunted. “We’re right there with
you.”

They were. Porter’s warm release filled her anus. Reid’s hot
come shot into her pussy. Her orgasm tore out of her and blissful satisfaction
settled in her spent and convulsing body.

“So did we figure it out?” Reid asked on a ragged breath.

Marsha laughed, her inner muscles tightening with it, and
both men groaned, which only made her laugh harder.

“Stop that.” Porter’s playful warning came through gritted
teeth. He gripped her sides, catching her right where she was most ticklish,
and she was too drained to fight it. She flailed between them, bucking and
wriggling until Porter rolled to his left, taking her with him. Their softening
cocks slipped out of her ass and pussy and they both sighed with relief.

“Do you really have to ask?” she finally answered, stifling
her giggles.

“You mean if we hit the mark?” Porter lay on his side,
stretched out behind her, and hooked an arm over her waist, pulling her back
against him. “Nah, no need to ask. We know we did.”

Pure confidence and ego. She wouldn’t have him any other
way. She smiled and would’ve slapped him if she’d had enough energy left. “Of
course you do.”

Reid slid off the bed, disappeared into her bathroom, and
returned in seconds with warm washcloths. “Want me to clean you before you pass
out on us?”

Marsha considered his offer for a half a second, then
quickly refused. It meant moving, which she didn’t have much steam left in her
to do, but the alternative would likely kill her.

“I’ll do it.” She took the cloth he held out for her and
rolled onto her back. “If one of you touches me anywhere sexual, in any
way
that’s sexual, it’s bound to start all over again.”

Reid pursed his lips as he used a second cloth to clean his
cock. “Would that be a bad thing?”

“Tonight? Absolutely! Have you ever heard of death by
orgasm?”

“Isn’t that some kind of fruity drink?”

Marsha didn’t have to look at Porter to see the smile on his
face. The teasing was evident in his tone. “No, it’s what my obituary would
read in tomorrow’s newspaper if we made love again tonight.”

“Can you think of a better way to die?” He took the
washcloth from her when she finished, folded it, and used the other side to
clean himself.

“No, but I’m not quite through with this world yet.”

“Fair enough.” He tossed the cloth to the floor and cuddled
against her again.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Stephens and his men did a
good job in here,” Reid commented as he sat on the bed beside her. His gaze
scanned the basement before it landed on her. “And I
really
do hate to
admit that.”

“Stephens is hard to work with. I’m pleased with the way it
turned out, but it practically took an act of congress to get him to do what I
wanted, the way I wanted it.” She figured it was likely the reason she’d put
off the renovations to the bar the way she’d done. She’d known Stephens
Contracting was the second best in town, but she’d dreaded working with him
again.

“We would’ve done what you wanted, no questions asked,”
Porter said, toying with the back of her hair, threading his fingers through
it.

“You know why I didn’t hire you to do it, too.”

“Yeah, we’ve come a long way in the last few weeks.”

Marsha shifted, turning slightly onto her back again so she
could see both of them. “A lot has changed, but I wanted to tell you for the
first time I truly understand what you did, why you did it. You stood by Blair
even when you knew she was wrong because she’s family.” She made a sound that
was half laugh and half sigh. “She’s my family now, too. When she showed today,
so much of me wanted to toss her right back out the door on her designer ass,
but I couldn’t do it. Not knowing now what I do.”

“I guess she’s lucky we’re all capable of turning a blind
eye at the things she does,” Reid commented, stretching out on his side in
front of her, his head propped in one hand. “If she only knew how lucky she is
to have us.”

“She will, one day.” There would come a time when Blair
would need them and Marsha knew they would be there for her, herself included.

“This really does make a great apartment for a single
person. Have you thought about renting it out?”

Marsha blinked at Reid, wondering if he’d gone mental. “Have
you forgotten I live here?”

“Nope, just thinking it would be a shame to watch it collect
dust and cobwebs after you move out.” Porter shifted behind her, propping his
upper body weight on one elbow so he could gaze down at her.

Marsha lifted a brow as her attention moved back and forth
between her men. “Who says I’m moving out?”

“We’re hoping you’ll want to move in with us.” The hope Reid
spoke of sounded clearly in his voice. “Our place isn’t as convenient for you
as far as the bar goes, but it’s not that far up the road.”

Did she want to? She stared at the ceiling, tossing the idea
in her head. She’d already been living with them since the tornado hit and, if
she were honest with herself, hadn’t thought about coming back to her basement
even though she could have over a week ago. They hadn’t mentioned it and neither
had she.

She liked waking between them every morning, going to bed
between them every night. They’d fallen into a routine of sorts around their
house, each of them chipping in to do the cooking and cleaning, and it worked
for them. But was she ready to make that full-time commitment?