Mirin, Christelle - Emma's Heart (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

Joe dropped the stethoscope on the floor.

“Do it, Doc,” Logan groaned. “Hurry up because I’m about to come.”

Joe slid down his pants and underwear at the same time and stepped forward, taking her head in his hands.

She sucked in a breath, and then the head of his cock was in her mouth. Her body adjusted for all three of them. One in her ass, one in her pussy, one in her mouth, all of them fucking her, celebrating life.

Shuddering, her arms threatened to give way. Logan braced her up from below while Clay and Joe speared her at each end.

“You can come now, Emma. Come, baby. Let it loose,” Logan said.

Joe dove into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Logan surged upward, shooting his hot seed inside her. Clay rammed forward, the pleasure-pain burning as her ass stretched to the limit, sending her over the edge.

Her world collapsed in on itself, her pussy creaming and pulsing as she came.

Joe pulled out of her mouth, his warm cream slicking her bottom lip as she took a breath.

Clay slid out of her ass, the prickly sensation causing another wave of pleasure to break over her.

“Oh my God,” she said. She licked Joe’s cream from her lip, savoring the salty-tart taste and flicked her hair out of her eyes. “Logan—lay me down.”

Her world spun again, this time because three men were moving her on the bed. Rolling her off of Logan, they laid her on her back, giving her room to breathe. Joe immediately started checking her heart.

Logan brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Are you all right?”

“I am so much better than all right.” She swiped at Joe’s hand. “That thing is cold, you know.”

Joe stood, smiling down at her. “You are amazing. Your heart sounds are as good as if it were your own healthy heart.”

“I know,” she said. Turning back to Logan, she smiled and cupped his cheek. “Thanks. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do that again. I love you, Logan.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed her tenderly, his tongue pushing past her lips and tangling with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, groaning in pleasure. She wanted more, so much more of this.

Logan rose up and looked into her eyes. His eyes were a clear blue ocean she wanted to drown in. “I truly love you,” she said, stroking his cheek. “You are a part of me now, just as Christi is. I don’t ever want to leave you.”

“Then don’t. Stay.”

She smiled, happiness welling up in her like a bubbling fountain. “I have to confess something though.”

“What is it?”

“I love you deeply and completely, but I also love Clay and Joe. I want them in our lives together.”

Logan’s gaze roamed over her face, and she was almost afraid to breathe. When his eyes met hers again, he smiled. “Are you sure your heart can take it?”

Capturing his face between her hands, she brought his face down to hers. “My heart,
this
heart, is big and strong enough to take on all three of you.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” he said, smiling a crooked smile. “Won’t we, boys?”

Suddenly both of her wrists were grabbed, and the slick texture of a silk rope was wrapped around each one.

As Logan rose above her, Clay and Joe spread her arms wide, tying her wrists to the bedposts.

Emma laughed, Logan’s hair tickling her stomach as he moved down her body toward her wet pussy. Clay closed his mouth over one of her nipples, catching it between his teeth while using his tongue to flick the hard little nub.

Emma sucked in a sharp breath, arching up to his mouth, wanting to feed him more.

Logan pressed her legs open and centered himself between them, hovering so close to her clit she could feel his warm breath against her flesh.

Joe claimed her mouth at the same time Logan used his firm, probing tongue to swipe across her swollen clit.

Emma sighed into Joe’s mouth, her body going limp as their tongues tantalized her skin to the point of madness.

Smiling beneath Joe’s lips, she came again, pressing her mound up against Logan’s hungry mouth, not wanting him to miss a drop of her cream, while Clay sucked at her tight nipple. Riding the wave of passion, one thought filtered through her mind.

It was so good to be alive.

THE END

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