Mirin, Christelle - Emma's Heart (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

She patted the bed beside her. “Sit down. I need to tell you something.”

Logan sat beside her. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Turning so she could face him, she angled her leg up on the bed and took one of his hands. “How would you feel if you knew a part of Christi was inside me?”

He looked like someone had just slapped him. “What do you mean?”

“That was the doc on the phone. He called to tell me he found the information I was asking about in my file. The information about the donor who gave me my heart.” She swallowed, nerves in her tummy skittering around like Ping-Pong balls. “The donor’s name was Christi Steward.” She held her breath.

Logan blinked and tilted his head. “Are you serious?”

“Very.” She rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. “Logan, talk to me.”

“This is really strange.” He looked down at their joined hands and let out a sigh. When he looked back up at her, she thought she saw tears in his eyes. “Do you know how wonderful this is?” he asked.

“What?” She wasn’t sure what to do. Wonderful? Is that what he thought?

“Emma, I do love you, and it is absolutely the most wonderful thing that a woman who I loved gave you the gift of life, the most precious gift anyone could ever give. It’s like she also gave the same gift to me, by giving me you. Do you understand?”

“What a beautiful way to put it.” She bit her lip. “It’s not too weird for you? That the doc said some of the things I’ve been doing could have come from the donor’s memories?”

Logan chuckled. “That’s what is so familiar about you. It’s a part of Christi inside you. Does it feel weird to you?”

“No. I couldn’t be more grateful, actually. So, we’re good, you and I?”

“We’re better than good.” He smiled and leaned forward to give her a kiss. “When will the doc be here?”

Thinking about what they had planned for the evening began to heat her body. “He’ll be here in half an hour.”

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Are you kidding?” She laughed.

Forty-five minutes later, Doctor Reese arrived. The three of them had been having coffee, getting to know each other a bit. All the things she and Clay used to do replayed in her mind, and she couldn’t wait for Logan to experience what it was like to be purely sensual and in control of her every move. Tingling began in her pussy, as she thought about two men dominating her at the same time.

“Doc, come in,” she said, opening the door. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

The doctor entered, placing a small bag beside the one Clay had laid on the coffee table. “I think under the circumstances, you can call me Joe.”

Emma laughed. “You mean to tell me after all this time I can finally call you by your first name?”

He took Emma’s face in his hands. “Emma, you know I love you. You always have. Of course, you can call me anything you like.” His warm, liquid-brown eyes glowed with love for her.

Why hadn’t she noticed that before? “Thanks, Joe. I do have a lot of affection for you, too.”

He pulled her into a hug. “I know. We just need to be careful with our relationship.”

“I understand.” She planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for doing this for us.”

“I’d do anything for you, Emma Shane.” He moved back and looked at the two men on the couch. “So introduce me to your other friend please.”

After all the introductions had been made, Emma looked at Clay. “What did you bring with you, Clay?”

He picked up the small bag and shook it. The items in the bag jingled like metal against metal. “I brought some of my toys. I know you’ll like them.”

Just thinking about Clay’s toys caused her pussy to cream. “Logan,” she said, turning to him, “where would you like me?”

They offered Joe a cup of coffee and settled him on the couch with the remote control for the TV before exiting to Logan’s bedroom. Once all three were inside, Emma stood, waiting for instruction. Her body was trembling with anticipation, wondering just what Logan was going to tell her to do first.

He closed the door behind him and nodded at Clay. “Mine. We clear?”

“Absolutely,” Clay said, putting his bag of toys on the dresser. He unzipped it, removing a set of handcuffs and a long, silk rope from it. He raised them toward Logan. “She does like us to be totally in control.”

Logan looked at Emma. “Undress, Emma. I want to see you.”

She slowly stripped, tossing her clothes into a corner of the bedroom, both men watching her with heated gazes. Her nipples were already hard and tight, her pussy warming up for what lay in store for her. Once naked, she stood beside the bed and waited for more instructions.

Logan and Clay removed their clothes, both men’s cocks standing at attention once they were freed from the confining material of their underwear. “Come here, Emma,” Logan said.

She moved toward him and stopped in front of him. Looking up into his eyes, she saw pure lust there.

“Spread your legs.” He tossed the handcuffs to Clay. “Behind her back, Clay.”

Clay moved behind her, taking her wrists and moving her arms behind her back. The sharp coolness of metal tingled against her wrist as Clay handcuffed her. Then he ran his hands over the curve of her ass, spreading heat all the way to her core.

Logan cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples sharply. “Are you ready, Emma?”

She nodded, more ready than she’d ever been. Her heart was thumping, pumping strong and steady.

Clay took a hold of her hands by the handcuffs and raised them so that her elbows were bent. He leaned forward next to her ear. “You always had the sweetest ass.”

She shivered, wanting to be touched.

Logan ran his fingers down her tummy and on, separating the cleft of her pussy. “Oh yes, you’re already wet.” He slipped one finger inside her, stroking. “Spread those legs, baby.”

She scooted her feet wider, Logan finger-fucking her as she creamed. Clay’s fingers spread the cheeks of her ass, rubbing across her anus. She quivered, her pussy clenching at Logan’s fingers.

“Oh yeah, she wants it,” Logan said. “Don’t come until I tell you, Emma.”

“Okay,” she whispered, just wanting them to fuck her, to do something, to be inside her.

Taking her by the hips, Logan dipped down a bit. When he straightened, his cock drove deep inside her pussy, almost bringing her off her feet. “Hold her, Clay. Better yet, fuck her with me.”

She felt Clay move away for a moment while Logan held her in place by the waist. When Clay returned, he again spread the cheeks of her ass, only this time his fingers were slick with lubricant.

She moaned when Clay inserted first one finger, then two into her ass.

“Don’t you dare come, Emma,” Logan warned.

She swallowed, her body on fire. Before she knew what was happening, Clay moved in behind her and grabbed the handcuffs, moving her arms up her back. With Logan holding her by the waist with her impaled on his cock and Clay holding her by the handcuffs, Clay entered her ass from behind, slowly but deeply.

“I’m so full,” she said on a sigh, her thigh muscles trembling. “Fuck me. Please.”

“We will,” Logan said. Then he began to move.

Both men began to stroke in and out, the friction of two cocks inside her almost driving her insane. Her breasts felt swollen, the skin growing tender from rubbing against Logan’s chest.

“Damn, she’s just as tight as she always was,” Clay said, then nipped her shoulder.

The scrape of his teeth against her skin sent shards of lightning to her pussy. She tightened her stomach muscles, trying not to come. “Please,” she breathed.

“Not yet,” Logan said. “Clay, let’s move her to the bed. Take the cuffs off for a bit. We need to reposition her.”

They moved in unison, positioning themselves on the bed. Logan lay on the bed, his head toward the foot of it, and brought her down on his swollen, rock-hard cock. She shivered, biting her lip. “Lean down,” he said. “Clay wants back inside you.”

She leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of Logan’s head. Clay moved in behind her and didn’t hesitate. He shoved her legs apart and rammed into her ass, sending her forward. Logan captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked.

Emma closed her eyes and struggled not to come. Her pussy was quivering with the need for release, her body so hot sweat slicked her skin. Logan shoved up from below, then Clay rammed in from behind, a scissoring motion that gave her continuous pleasure. She groaned, loud and long, Logan sucking at first one nipple then the other, scraping them with his teeth.

“I heard a moan. Are you okay, Emma?” Joe said from the doorway.

She opened her eyes, looking at him. She saw the look on his face, watching her being fucked by two men, rocking on the bed.

“Check her heart, Doc,” Logan said from below her.

Joe licked his lips and disappeared from the doorway only to reappear a moment later with a stethoscope. He crossed the room and stood in front of her, looking down at her with a heated gaze. “I’m going to listen…to your heart for a moment.”

The two men slowed to a stop. Emma’s arms were quivering, struggling to hold herself up.

Gently Joe reached between her and Logan and placed the cold stethoscope against the hot skin between her breasts. She sucked in a breath at the chill. Looking up, she realized Joe’s crotch was right in front of her face. And she also noticed the huge bulge hidden in his pants.

Her hair hung in damp strands over her eyes. She was breathing through her mouth, but she didn’t feel like she was going to pass out or anything. The trembling in her muscles was not only from the workout she was getting but also from using every fiber of her being to keep herself from orgasming.

Doc Joe moved the stethoscope to a position under her right breast, placing his hand on her shoulder. When his hand brushed the chilly steel end of it over her nipple, she sucked in a breath, arching her back. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she arched even more, pressing her breast into his hand. She shifted her hips and looked up at him, her doctor, her savior.

His warm brown eyes met hers.

She nodded slightly.

His eyes not leaving hers, he squeezed her breast then drew the metal of the stethoscope over her nipple.

“Mmm,” she moaned, arching again, pressing backward against the two cocks still inserted in her ass and her cunt.

A sharp snap across the cheek of her ass made her jerk. Clay had spanked her. “Do not come, Emma,” he said.

Her pussy tightened around Logan’s hard shaft. She blew out a breath, trying to control herself. She smiled up at Joe. “How’s my heart?” she asked, her voice raspy.

Joe stroked her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers before pulling his hand from between her and Logan. “Your heart is perfect. I don’t hear anything that would worry me.”

“Good,” Logan said. “We are most definitely not finished with you yet, Emma darling.” Then he began to move.

Clay began to thrust also, his fingers digging into her hips.

Her body jerking with every thrust, Emma’s gaze was locked on Joe’s. He stood only two feet from her, the hard-on in his pants looking like it was ready to rip through them.

She ran her tongue over her lips. “Come on, Joe. Fill me completely.” She parted her lips, opening her mouth suggestively.