Nuit Aux Trois (4 page)

Chapter Six

"Over here,” Dev said, heading toward a copse of trees. “This looks good. We can sit and talk away from the house and the graveyard."

Quinn stared at him at shook her head. Her hands were still shaking but Dev and Fletch were full of energy, bursting to talk about what had just happened.

"I'm confused,” she said as Dev spread the blanket on the ground and dropped the basket along the edge. The sun was rapidly sinking toward the horizon's edge, and it would be dark soon. The cooling night air seemed as hot as a summer day after the icy confines of the graveyard, and Alison's visit. “If Alison is at the graveyard, then who is at the house? Or is she in both places?"

"Look who believes in ghosts now,” Dev said, a smile on his face.

Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head angrily. “Two floating figures in one day. I should be heading back to New Orleans. But I'm not, so just answer me."

He laughed. “I would say Delphie is the ghost at the house. Perhaps she is only active in October because that is when she worked her evil plan to make Amedee kill Alison and Cyrille. It was the only way she could have him all to herself."

Fletch sat down across from Dev and they patted the spot between them. When Quinn didn't move, Dev opened the picnic basket.

"Let's see, we have cheese, crackers, fruit and some water. Thirsty?” He held a bottle out to Quinn.

"How are you so calm right now? We just saw a woman that's been dead for almost two hundred years."

"Don't fache yourself, Boo. Come and sit."

"I'm not angry. I'm—I'm freaked out and, and ... shit! This was supposed to be relaxing. We've been here less than ten hours. I've seen two ghosts, one of whom attacked me in a cemetery, and the two men I care about most in the world tell me they want to fuck me."

"We love it when you talk dirty,” Dev said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Come and sit."

"Or better yet, come and lay,” Fletch said. “We're all alone out here. No ghosts. Just the three of us."

"No ghosts? What do you call what just happened in the cemetery?"

"Alison won't bother us,” Dev said. “Sit. Let's talk about what happened this afternoon. You say Alison and Amedee were making love, and someone joined them?"

"We've already gone over this. I'm confused, though, how Alison could be vilified for all these years, and yet turn out to be..."

"The good girl?” Dev's voice was full of amusement. “Do you remember the saying, ‘history is written by the victors'? If Alison and Delphie were fighting over Amedee, Delphie won because Alison was dead. Delphie was left to tell the story anyway she liked."

"Does that mean Amedee didn't kill Alison? Or Cyrille?” Quinn sat down between Dev and Fletch, then shifted nervously when both of them slide closer to her, pressing their bodies together.

"Don't know,” Fletch said, moving Quinn's hair away from her neck and trailing kisses over her skin.

Quinn hissed in delight when Dev followed his lead on the other side of her neck.

"Then I guess we need to ask her,” Quinn said. “Maybe we should go back to the cemetery and..."

Dev took her chin in his fingers and turned her toward him.

"Hush, Quinn.” He lowered his lips onto hers, capturing them in a gentle slide that made both of them groan in pleasure.

His tongue pressured her lips to part, and when she acquiesced, she felt the wonderful glide of him over her teeth and into her mouth. At the same time, Fletch's hand slipped under her shirt, his hand gently caressing her stomach before moving upward to capture her breast. He tenderly squeezed, seeking out her satin-clad nipple and pinching it gently.

Quinn pulled back from the kiss, her senses reeling from sensation. “Wait. I'm not ready for this."

"Yes you are, Boo,” Fletch said. “We know you want it as much as we do."

He lifted his face toward them. Dev leaned down and their lips met in front of Quinn's face. She smiled as she watched them kiss. Their lips, so familiar with each other, were moving sensuously over each other's mouths.

When their tongues darted out and touched she groaned, and the groan grew louder when their tongues turned to her, each one of them claiming a side of her mouth and licking her lips until they met in the center.

Quinn puckered her lips in imitation of their own, loving the fact they were kissing her at the same time.

When Dev pulled Fletch toward him for a bruising kiss, Quinn sighed.

"What happens after?"

"We cuddle,” Fletch said, taking hold of her T-shirt and lifting it up her body. “We like to cuddle."

"Fletch more so than me,” Dev said, his fingers going to work on Quinn's jean buttons. “But, that's a great start to the after."

When Fletch pulled the shirt over her head, and his fingers began to expertly unclasp her bra, she shivered.

"You know what I mean. Afterward ... when we're back home, I don't think I can stay in my room while you two..."

Dev sat back on the balls of his feet, his face set in hard, angry lines.

"Is that what you think? That we want you for only this week? How could you think so little of us?"

"Dev,” Fletch said, his fingers working her bra straps from her shoulders. Quinn moved her hands in front of her chest to hold the clothing in place. “I told you we should have said something earlier."

"We shopped for the bed together,” Dev said. “How could you not think...?"

"Because you're gay, and I'm a female."

"Sex isn't about male or female,” Dev said, reaching out to caress Quinn's arms. “It's about loving someone.” He moved his hands up and tugged on the bra.

"Let go, Boo,” Fletch whispered in her ear as he sat behind her and pulled her into the V of his legs. He leaned back until she was lying on top of his lower body.

Dev pulled the bra away from her and tossed it aside.

"Yum,” he said softly. Then he lowered his head and captured a taunt nipple in his mouth. Quinn shivered in Fletch's arms as Dev suckled her.

"Relax,” Fletch said. “Let us do all the work."

"But what about..."

"We've got baggies,” Fletch said. “Don't worry. Just relax and enjoy."

Quinn stared up at the darkening sky as Dev's skilled lips moved from one nipple to the other. His hands massaged her expertly, moving over her torso and down her sides before gliding back up and pushing her breasts together.

"You're so beautiful,” he said, his voice deep with desire.

"Right,” she said, shaking her head. “That's why I'm an anchor right now."

"Anchor or no, we know beauty when we see it, and it's with us right now.” Fletch's hands were massaged her scalp, his fingers drawing through her hair and sending tingles of desire throughout her body.

Dev murmured his agreement as he kissed his way down her stomach, stopping at her bellybutton to tickle her innie with his tongue. When he reached her undone jeans, he looked up at her with a lascivious grin. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and began to tug them down.

"Lift your hips, Boo,” Fletch said softly.

"Am I going to be the only one naked?” Quinn was comfortable with her body, but she didn't want to be the only one sitting out in the open
au natural
.

"For the time being,” Dev said. “Right now it's about you. So just relax, like Fletch says."

Quinn tried to follow their advice as Dev pulled her jeans and panties down her legs. Her heart beat wildly as his fingers traced back up her calves and around her knees. When he got to her thighs, she clasped them together.

"Stop that,” Dev said. “Open wide for me."

Quinn started to shake her head, but Fletch sat up and moved his hands from her hair to her breasts, thoroughly distracting her. His fingers tweaked her hardened nubs until she relaxed into him, her body like warm jelly.

She was vaguely aware of Dev's fingers pushing her thighs apart and skimming upward until he came to the apex.

"Look at this pretty pussy, Fletch. I think I'll have a taste."

Dev dipped his head between her thighs and ran his tongue along her slit. Quinn shivered and bucked her hips up into face. Her movements met with murmurs of approval from both men, and Dev's tongue flicked out and parted her lips, dipping inside with a soft groan.

"She's so wet,” he said, “and she tastes so very sweet.” His tongue ran up and down her folds, and Quinn, her head now resting on Fletch's thigh, twisted back and forth under his ministrations.

"Dev, oh Dev, oh, oh ... yeah ... So good."

His tongue circled her clit then pulled the pulsing nod into his mouth, sucking it in deeply and running his tongue back and forth over the sensitive tip.

"I, oh...” Quinn wasn't sure what to do with her hands. She wanted to caress Dev's head as he drove her insane with his tongue, but she also wanted to caress Fletch, who continued to stroke her breasts.

So, she did both. She put one hand on Dev's head, and the second on Fletch's hand. Fletch interlaced their fingers and guided her fingers to a nipple, which they twisted and turned together.

"Good girl, you come for us.” Fletch's hands kneaded her breasts harder and Quinn knew she was right on the edge.

Dev increased the pressure on her clit and she bucked her hips in appreciation.

"I'm, oh, Dev, oh.” Her orgasm rocketed through her core. White-hot bolts of sensation shot through her body as Dev continued to lick, his muffled words of appreciation driving her over the edge again.

"Oh my lord. Oh..."

Dev lifted his head and smacked his lips. “Delicious."

"Share with me,” Fletch said, his breathing rapid.

Quinn moaned out her disappointment when Dev rose up on his knees. That disappointment quickly turned to delight as Dev pulled Fletch's mouth into his for a demanding kiss. She watched them in wonder as their tongues danced around each other, then sighed when they pulled apart.

"You're right,” Fletch said, licking his lips. “Delicious."

They kissed again before Dev leaned down and claimed Quinn's lips. She could taste her tangy juices on his tongue and it sent a thrill through her body. She'd never tasted anything like that before, and to do it with her two favorite men was beyond fantastic.

Dev stood and hastily removed his clothes. Fletch lifted her with gentle hands and laid her head down on the pillowed blanket, then standing to take his own clothes off. Quinn watched them in wonder. Both men were hard, both wonderfully long and thick.

She bit her lip as images of the two of them taking her flashed through her mind. When they were both naked, they stepped toward each other, their hands wrapping around the other's cocks.

They stroked and kissed as Quinn watched in wonder. Their tender, sensual movements had her pussy aching with need for one—no—both of them.

After a few moments, Fletch leaned down and picked up a small foil package. Their lips met again as he quickly wrapped a condom around Dev's cock. When his cock was sheathed, Dev stepped back and then looked down at Quinn, a predatory gleam on his face.

"Do you want me, Quinn? Do you want us?"

"Yes. Oh my lord, yes."

Dev dropped to his knees. He lifted Quinn's hips and settled them on his thighs so his cock was right at her opening. He grasped his hardness and ran it along her dripping pussy.

"Now. Please."

"Fuck her, Dev. Put that hard cock in her soft slit."

Dev growled deeply, then pushed himself inside Quinn. He stopped partway in, and Quinn's pussy clenched around his length, a wonderful sense of fullness invading her body.

"More. I want all of it.” Was that her talking? She hadn't thought herself capable of speech. Her body was on fire, tendrils of pleasure snaking out to every nerve ending.

Dev plunged forward to the hilt and Fletch groaned. “Yeah, fuck her."

Each stroke brought more heat to her aching pussy and made her clit throb. Fletch leaned down to captured Quinn's nipple in his mouth, trailing a hand down her body until he found her pussy, dipping one finger into her slippery juices while Dev continued to pump.

"Oh fuck!” Quinn's senses went into overload as Fletch's fingers found her clit and tormented the aching bud. He rolled it under his thumb and the added sensation was too much. The orgasm rocketed through her, the inner muscles of her tight sheath clamping down on Dev's cock. He groaned in sublime pleasure and pumped her harder, the sound of their bodies slamming together echoed through the otherwise quiet night as Dev followed her into the stratosphere.

When they'd both come back down, Quinn heard Fletch's murmured words of encouragement to the both of them.

"So beautiful.” His voice filled with dark passion, he stood and grasped his cock, moving toward Dev and offering it to him.

When Dev opened his mouth and swallowed the head, Quinn gasped with delight.

Dev wrapped his hands around the base of Fletch's cock and sucked greedily. He was still buried inside Quinn, but she could feel him softening, leaving her. She scrambled up on her knees and moved toward them, her eyes fastened on the scene before her.

When she was in reach, Dev pulled his mouth back and offered her Fletch's cock. Dev cradled her neck, kneading his fingers along her slick flesh as she swallowed the swollen head.

"He tastes wonderful, doesn't he, sweet Quinn."

"So good,” she said, licking the head before she pulled him back inside. After a few moments, she pulled back and watched as Dev took her place.

Fletch put one hand on each of their heads, his fingers caressing them with increasing pressure as Dev and Quinn took turns pulling him inside their mouths. Fletch's groans filled the air and Quinn marveled at what she was doing. She'd wanted this for so long, but had never thought it would happen. And now, in the middle of a haunted plantation, her dreams were coming true.

"
Je viens
,” Fletch said. “I can’ wait no more.” He took a step back and grasped his cock, pumping it rapidly. When his orgasm hit, he aimed the stream at Quinn's swollen breasts. Dev's hands went to work immediately, massaging the warm liquid into her skin.

"Oh, fuck.” Fletch gasped out the last of his pleasure as Dev's head dipped to Quinn's breasts and began to lick, sucking in each of her nipples with ravenousness intent.