Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“But that’s exactly it, Shea,” Gray said. “Life is too short to worry about that kind of stuff. If our clients don’t like the way we live our lives, they can find a different company to do their programming.”

“But—”

“No buts, honey,” Ian interjected, coming up to stand alongside Gray. “There will be nothing more important than making you happy, and that’s what we intend to do for the rest of our lives.”

Shea felt their love flow through her, making her chest feel as if it were overflowing. Cyn was right in a way. It was one thing to write about ménage relationships and what they thought the emotions might entail, but it was another to actually experience it. She wouldn’t change one thing about how they were and couldn’t wait to explore the emotional and physical aspects of their life ahead. Shea found herself standing on her tiptoes, wanting to capture a kiss from Gray to show him how much she loved him. A soft cough stopped her in her tracks.

“I think that answers my question,” Mrs. Stevens said, with a smug smile on her face. “Shea, I look forward to getting to know you better and sharing with you all the secrets I can about my sons. With the two of them, you have your hands full. Gray, would you be a dear and walk me out?”

“Mrs. Stevens, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Call me Beverly, sweetheart. I’ll ring sometime tomorrow and we can have lunch.”

Shea accepted Beverly’s hug and then stepped back to let Gray lead her to the door. Gray turned before following his mother out, giving her a wink. He was clearly going to have to follow his mother down to the lobby. Smiling, she wondered how long she had Ian to herself. It was going to be a treat to learn each man physically, by himself. She’d start with Ian and then make sure she had some one-on-one time with Gray. Before she could implement her plan, Ian swept her up into his arms and strolled to his room.

“Get undressed,” Ian ordered, setting her on her feet. “We’re taking a bath.”

“But I want to make love with you,” Shea declared, trying to stop him from going into the bathroom. “I can take a shower later.”

“You’ve been through more than any woman should ever have to go through. I want you to relax in a nice hot tub, and then I will satisfy you however you want.”

“Promises, promises.” Shea laughed, feeling more relaxed than she had in years.

Shea followed Ian into the bathroom, undressing and throwing her clothes in the hamper that was alongside the wall. She was happy that they had ordered clothes for her that would be delivered sometime this evening. Although, she had a feeling she wouldn’t need clothes until tomorrow. Which reminded her, she would at some point need to drive home to retrieve her laptop and notes for the looming deadline. She had no idea how they would carry on a long-distance relationship but wouldn’t worry about it now. It was something they could discuss over time. At this very moment, she had a hot bath being run for her by one of the men she loved. They were safe, sound, and happy. Life couldn’t get better than this.

Before she could turn to face him, Ian had already removed his clothes and swung her back up into his arms. She grabbed a hold of him, laughing when he nuzzled her neck, although he was very careful of her bandage. Stepping into the water, Ian gently leaned down and settled them on the floor of the large tub, keeping her situated on his lap. With her back to his chest and his arms wrapped around her, Ian wiped away the dirty feeling of having been held in the same position by Harvey Wilson. This was what it meant to be loved by someone.

“Relax into me and let me take care of you,” Ian whispered into her ear.

Shea did as he requested. Ian then reached for the soap, lathered the suds in his hands, and let it sink to the bottom. He started at her shoulders, careful of her neck bandage, and then trailed his sudsy fingers down over her breasts. When his foam-covered fingers skimmed over her nipples, her body was already waiting for his touch. She arched her back, hoping he would pay more attention to them, but he traveled over her abdomen. He washed every inch of her skin.

“Place your feet on either side of my legs. I want you spread wide open.”

Her stomach flipped a somersault as his voice reverberated in her ears, trekking down to her clit. Shea eagerly did what he wanted, and she knew she creamed when Ian separated his legs further, causing her pussy lips to expose her swollen nub. From her viewpoint, the water seemed to be like a magnifying glass and her clitoris seemed three times the size.

“Place your hands behind my head while I enjoy your body.”

“Hmmmm.” Shea lifted her arms and laced her fingers behind Ian’s head.

“Did you like the feel of me in your ass?”

“God, yes,” Shea answered, breathless. She arched her hips, hoping he would get the hint and decide to wash her pussy.

Ian’s hand dipped into the water and journeyed over the bundle of nerves, separating her folds, and continued to travel until he reached her anus. In this position, without being able to close her legs, he met little resistance when his middle finger breached her tight muscle.

“Ahhh,” Shea cried out.

“That’s right, let me loosen you up so my cock can have the perfect fit.”

His words were making her more aroused by the second, if that was even possible. The feel of his finger in her ass was something she never thought she’d get used to, let alone his dick. Shea had never considered finding anal sex something she would like, but it turned out to multiply her pleasure. A little bit of a burning sensation and a fullness that she relished seemed to be something her body now craved.

“More,” Shea pleaded, needing something more than his finger.

“Whatever you want, honey.”

Ian inserted his ring finger in beside the other, her sphincter trying to clamp down tightly on his digits. He used his wrist to rub against her clit, giving enough stimulation that her pussy was starting to spasm in warning. He was bringing her off with just two fingers in her ass. The tingling started in her toes and traveled up her leg. Unfortunately, the sensation abruptly stopped at her knees when he pulled both fingers out with what would have been a pop had her lower half not been in the water.

“Lift up,” Ian said gruffly.

Shea flattened her feet on the ceramic and lifted her hips. His pelvis followed her and when his cock was up out of the water, Ian grabbed the condom and lubricant on the side of the tub that he must have placed there earlier. Lathering the rubber with a healthy dose of lube, he then grabbed her hips and situated her the way he wanted. At first, Shea was about to protest that being in this position wouldn’t allow her any control. But when his tip pushed past her anal muscle, Shea could only moan her acceptance.

Even with Ian holding her hips, her weight and the amount of lube had his dick sliding in rather quickly. Her pussy felt empty. She wanted him to start thrusting, but apparently he had other ideas. He held her hips still with one hand while the other dipped into the water and focused on her clit. Because of her spread legs, her folds were separated to expose the bundle of nerves that was now throbbing. He made circular motions, but it didn’t distract from the fullness in her ass. Because he wasn’t moving, Ian’s cock was lodged in her like a hand in a glove. Since the bottom of his shaft was thick, Shea felt as if she could be split in two. The difference in sensation from her ass to her pussy caused her to whimper.

“Please let me move, Ian,” Shea pleaded. “I can’t take it any longer.”

“I’m just getting you warmed up for Gray, honey.”

Ian pulled his left hand from her hip and trailed it up to her breast. Using it as a lever, he squeezed and brought her to lay flush against his chest. He rolled her nipple and then gave it a slight pinch, reminding her of what her anus was feeling at the moment. The fingers that had been teasing her clit moved lower, plunging into her pussy. She was so wet, he easily plunged three fingers inside of her. The tingles started again in her toes, making her curl them against the floor of the tub. Slowly, the quivers worked their way up, and Shea knew it was only a matter of time before she went flying.

“Uh-uh,” Ian said, stopping all stimulation.

“Ian!”

Shea reached for the sides of the tub, not caring that he wasn’t moving within her. Was he afraid he would come too quickly? She used her strength to raise herself up, feeling each inch of his cock slide against the ring of her muscle. The slight bit of pain felt magnificent, and with each centimeter, Shea could only whimper and sit back down. His dick shoved its way back inside of her.

“Did you guys start the party without me?”

Shea didn’t stop moving up and down, only turned her head to see Gray standing naked in the doorway. He was gorgeous, with his cock bobbing in front of him. His fingers were wrapped around his shaft, but he was using his palm to rotate over his head. The pre-cum that was leaking out of his slit was being used to make his hand slippery and glide over the velvety skin. Over and over, he slid over the tip until her mouth started to salivate. She wanted to taste him.

Gray seemed to know what she wanted. He walked to where they sat in the water, leaning his knees against the tub. In his position, his hips were able to thrust forward, giving her access to what she wanted. Unfortunately, that meant she wouldn’t be able to move up and down on Ian’s cock the way she wanted. Tilting forward, Shea darted her tongue out and took a quick taste. She felt Gray’s hands tangle with her hair, and brought her mouth over his dick. He pulled her forward until his tip hit the back of her throat.

“Do you know how to deep throat?” Gray asked, his voice like honey gliding over her skin.

Shea gave a slight shake of her head, indicating she had never done that. Yes, she had given blowjobs before, but she had never tried to take a man further than she felt comfortable. The difference between those men and these men was that she trusted Gray and Ian.

“Relax your throat,” Gray instructed.

Ian’s fingers were back to playing with her clit. Little pulses started in her nub, working their way through her pussy. Shea did as Gray instructed. When his tip reached her tonsils, his hands guided her head a little further than she had ever gone. His cock slid past the back of her throat by an inch. Shea heard a hiss pass his lips.

“Breath through your nose,” Gray ordered. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Saliva was starting to pool around his dick, and Shea swallowed instinctively. Gray shouted out, but instead of coming like she expected, he pulled out. Ian pulled his hand away, which only left her ass feeling stimulation.

“Gray, I need you to fuck me.”

Both men groaned at her statement. Ian grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, moving them until he was sitting on the step. Water cascaded all around them. The entire time, Ian was able to keep them connected. Gray stepped into the tub and sank to his knees in front of them. Shea realized his intention, which caused her pussy to contract in anticipation.

“Shea, are you sure you are not too sore from earlier?”

“I need the both of you, Gray.” Shea reached for him. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers and giving a small bite to her lower lip. “I need you two to love me and help me forget about today. I want to feel alive.”

“We’ll do whatever you ask, honey,” Ian whispered in her ear. “Lean back against me.”

Shea leaned back against his chest, but didn’t release Gray’s shoulders. He was on his knees, the perfect height for his cock to enter her pussy. Even though she and Ian were connected underwater, the lubricant that Ian had had on his fingers had stayed on her folds. Gray forged his way in, filling her in a way that she knew she would never get enough of.

As before, Ian pulled out, giving Gray the room he needed. Without wasting time, Ian and Gray set up a rhythm. Shea held on and closed her eyes. In and out, they took turns filling her holes and making her feel more complete than she had ever thought possible. She knew this time that when her toes started to curl her body would find the relief it needed. As the weightless feeling washed over her body, she felt the contractions begin and heard the men shout their release.

Her body was still coming down off the high as they brought her down slowly. Eventually, after Gray had feathered kisses all over her face, neck, and even her bandage, they pulled out of her body. Within minutes, they had her dried off and underneath Ian’s covers. They flanked both sides of her, their heat keeping her warm and in a drowsy state. She had just about fallen asleep when she heard Ian speak and felt his chin move against her head.

“We love you, Shea Brennan.”

She smiled and snuggled closer into Ian’s side, pulling Gray’s hand over her hip. She felt him spoon her back, his semi-hard cock fitting perfectly in the crack of her ass. For the first time in her life, she experienced a peacefulness settle over her heart. She felt safe, protected, and loved. Who would have ever thought she would end up like the heroines in her stories? She couldn’t wait to pen their story to paper and share with her readers that there really were happy endings.

“And I love you,” Shea responded.

“Shea, it’s me. I’m in Triple, Arizona.” Elise stood outside of her small red convertible, looking up and down the street. For how conservative she was, the vehicle was her one indulgence of freedom. Well, if a person discounted that she was a ménage author. It was also the one thing that drove her parents crazy, since they had no idea what she truly wrote. There were some things best left unsaid—less arguments that way. “Call me back when you get this message. Cyn said that Grayson Stevens called her a while ago to let her know that you were okay and that they caught the guy stalking you. She said that the guy sounded smitten. I’d really rather hear the entire story from you, so you better call me. Love you. Bye.”