Grange and Isaac continued to pet her through the small release, both men using soft, barely there touches to draw out the tiny spasms until she slumped, boneless, between them.
“Shower’s over,” Isaac said under his breath. “Turning off the water.”
That was Grange’s cue to pull Carolyn out of the shower and to dry their bodies. Isaac turned off the stream of water and followed closely as Grange moved them smoothly into the adjoining master bedroom and onto the king-size bed.
The men crowded in close to Carolyn, holding her between their heated bodies, and took up where they had left off in the shower scant moments before, making sure that nothing disturbed the sensual mood.
Grange kissed her softly, repeatedly as Isaac reached into the bedside drawer to retrieve the lube they had stashed there earlier. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers and began a minute, stroking motion, spreading the lube and working it little by little into the tight pink ring of her anus.
Every tiny thrust was accompanied by an almost imperceptible movement of Carolyn’s hips. Her sweet lips pressed against Grange’s hard mouth, seeking a deeper connection, seeking reassurance.
This act, so shockingly intimate, made a woman feel vulnerable, the first time in particular. Grange knew it, he understood it, and he gave Carolyn the approval she needed in the most basic way he could. He fitted his mouth to hers and ratcheted up the heat.
Grange used fingers and thumb to softly pluck the tender bundle of nerves at the top of her rosy slit while Isaac continued to prepare her back entrance.
Soon Carolyn was writhing between them, gasping and murmuring as she rode the waves of carnal bliss caused by Isaac’s moving fingers.
“Please,” she chanted, “more. Please. Grange.”
He knew what she needed, and turned them so that he was on his back with Carolyn suspended above him. Isaac’s fingers didn’t miss a stroke inside her tender ass.
Grange fitted the engorged head of his cock to her hot opening and pushed slowly inside her weeping cunt. He loved the feeling of being inside her body. He could feel the pressure of Isaac’s hand on his hard shaft through Carolyn’s inner passage.
“Isaac,” he said when he was fully seated, sweat rolling down his temples. “Now.”
“Now, now,” Carolyn echoed, shifting restlessly.
Isaac gripped her hips and moved into position behind her, pushing his hand against her back so that she would lean down to Grange. He tickled her glistening rosy hole with the tip of his penis, then slowly pressed for entrance.
Carolyn stiffened.
“Push out, baby. Just push out a little.” Grange was trying to help her, but God, his voice sounded like he couldn’t drag in enough air. Shit, he wasn’t going to last two minutes.
Carolyn pushed out, and Grange could feel the pop as Isaac’s cockhead made it through the tight ring of muscle. Carolyn reared up, crying out. Her eyes were dark and wide. She bucked once and then held herself unnaturally still.
“Easy, baby,” Isaac soothed, “easy. You can take us. You can take a little more.”
“God, Isaac.” Her voice sounded strangled, the sensations so obviously overwhelming as he pushed in a bit further.
“You’re so good, Cara, so hot and perfect,” Grange said through gritted teeth. He was careful not to move, though the urge to thrust was almost unbearable. He could feel the heat of her pussy scorching his penis, weeping and wetting his balls, could feel Isaac, too, pressing against him through the thin barrier. Every muscle in his body tensed, wanting to move. It was all he could do to remain still.
“It’s too—ah—too much,” Carolyn panted. Her features were strained, her body tense. “It—ah—it burns.”
“Time to stop, baby?” Grange asked. “If you want to stop, say the word and it stops here.”
Grange groaned inwardly. It would damn near kill them to stop at this point, but they would do it for her.
Waiting for the verdict, Isaac was frozen behind her, teeth bared, muscles twitching.
Carolyn gasped, her head dropping to rest against Grange’s chest.
“No—ah—don’t stop. It’s too much, too good. Just—I need a minute. Give me a minute.” She was quivering between them.
It was a moment that felt like eternity, but eventually, Carolyn wriggled, then pushed back against Isaac.
“Okay,” she said. “Okay, Isaac, just move a little.”
Isaac drew out only to push back in with excruciating slowness. He partially withdrew again and repeated his almost delicate entry. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples.
“Ah, yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
Grange was sure that he would explode any second. The intensity of the pleasure, the fact that it was Carolyn’s sweet cunt clasped around him, clutching him, was defeating his control.
“Isaac, damn it,” he grated, sliding his thumbs down to cover Carolyn’s clit. She jerked in response, strong inner muscles gripping harshly on his dick as she gasped wildly.
“Go,” Isaac said, as if that was the very sign he had been waiting for, and picked up his rhythm.
Grange began to circle his hips at Isaac’s outstroke, working the big head of his cock against the mouth of Carolyn’s womb. He could feel the tiny feminine protrusion and deliberately rubbed his swollen glans against it with each brief circle. The control it took to perform that subtle, wild maneuver was almost beyond him at this point.
Her voice rose high in a feral wail, and the men reacted, redoubling their speed, and when Isaac’s hands pinched her stiff nipples from behind, Carolyn shrieked and clenched around them so hard that Grange swore he saw stars.
Her fierce orgasm caused them to follow, and they writhed, grinding together on the huge bed in an agony of extreme pleasure until, what felt like an eternity later, they all collapsed in a panting, tangled heap.
“Don’t fall asleep, Isaac,” Grange huffed after a moment. “We’re not done yet.”
His outrageous statement was met by heartfelt groans from both his companions.
Chapter 8
Carolyn woke suddenly in darkness with a male hand on her breast and another male’s stubbly face resting against the top of her thigh. The digital clock read 5:02 a.m., and she knew she would have to get out of here fast if she was going to preserve any shred of dignity.
Although, after the acts she had both performed and allowed—and enjoyed—last night, she wasn’t sure that she had any dignity left.
She carefully extricated herself from the two sleeping men, taking pains to keep her breathing soft and even and her first step onto the floor silent. Her body felt pleasantly heavy, and certain, unfamiliar muscle groups were sore, probably due to their recent uncommon and lengthy exercise. Her nipples ached from being sucked, and between her thighs, she could feel the subtle aftereffects of her darkest fantasy made reality, and the feeling was delicious.
She could feel her face heating and tried to turn her thoughts away from the delicious excesses Grange and Isaac had introduced to her over the course of their long night together. She knew in her own heart that she wasn’t entirely successful.
She made her way quietly out of the bedroom and down the long hallway. Just as she entered the kitchen, one bare foot encountered silk, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to wear last night’s golden dress, but it was better than commandeering Isaac’s truck and driving home wearing nothing but a man’s coat. Isaac’s truck, of course, because he always left the keys in the ignition when he was at home on the ranch.
Shimmying into the silk, she squealed in sudden terror as the bright overhead lamp came on.
“Just where in hell are you headed at five a.m.? And whose truck were you planning to steal to get there?”
Grange’s voice was cool, but his eyes were hot.
Carolyn shrugged uncomfortably, relieved that she wasn’t the one standing there naked if there was going to be a confrontation. Grange didn’t seem to be bothered by his own nakedness.
“Well, I was—”
He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her in for a deep, violently passionate kiss. By the time he finally let her up for air and stepped back a little, she had felt his long, hard penis pressing aggressively against her belly and wasn’t sure she wanted to be released.
“Isaac’s truck,” she said hurriedly, “because-“
“Because he always leaves the keys in the goddamn ignition,” Grange finished for her, raking one hand through his sin-black hair. “Jesus, Cara, at least have some breakfast, say good-bye if it has to be said, but don’t just sneak out in the dark like you can’t get away from us fast enough.”
Was it her imagination, or did he sound almost…hurt?
“I…thought you would prefer that,” she said, feeling her way carefully through this morning-after minefield.
“What? You thought I’d prefer that you leave without a word? What does that mean?”
He was visibly surprised—stark naked, impressively aroused, which should have been impossible after the exhausting night they had just shared, and surprised.
Carolyn pulled her wandering libido back under control.
“I don’t know how this is done,” she tried again. “I’m trying not to—to cling, or to make things awkward—”
“Nothing would make me happier than for you to cling,” Grange said quietly. “Nothing. God, I want you so bad, Carolyn, in my bed, yes. Fuck, yes. But in my house. In my life.”
He moved in close to her, gripped her upper arms. “Carolyn, I love you. I want you forever.”
Carolyn shook her head wonderingly, having a hard time digesting his words. “But, Grange, you and Isaac only offered me one perfect night.”
“Yes, one perfect night,” Isaac said from the doorway, his mouth twisted wryly. “Followed by another perfect night and another until you wake up between us one gorgeous morning when you’re eighty and realize that your whole life has been filled with perfectly hot nights.”
Carolyn noticed with a distant part of her brain that Isaac at least had taken the time to pull on his tux pants. They were wrinkled from a night on the floor, but they weren’t buttoned, and they weren’t equal to the task of concealing his obvious erection.
“My whole life. W—with both of you?” Her mind was whirling.
“A life with both of us,” Grange confirmed in a deep, vibrant voice. His mouth curved up in a slow smile that turned her knees to jelly.
“Live with us,” Isaac said. “The ranch is very private, and your friend Sara lives just across the meadow with Dash. You can see their place from here.”
She thought that perhaps she was still in her own bed and dreaming a new ending to her favorite fantasy, except that her imagination just wasn’t this amazing.
“Marry us both.” Grange didn’t move. “Marry us.”
“Marry us,” Isaac echoed.
Carolyn raised a hand protectively when Isaac made a move toward her.
“Some days you don’t even like me,” she said to Isaac, her tone daring him to answer. “You glare at me all the time, and sometimes you turn away when I’m talking to you. I know there’s chemistry, I can’t deny it, but sex isn’t everything. It isn’t even the most important thing. How could you say, ‘Marry us,’ if you don’t even like me?”
He groaned and Grange swore.
Isaac took a deep breath. “I’m an ass, baby,” he said clearly, “and I’m in love with you. I’ve always wanted you, since we met that summer as teenagers. You make me feel things. I feel.”
He looked at her hopefully, as if this disjointed statement somehow made sense of everything that had gone before.
Carolyn shook her head in confusion and Grange sighed.
“What he means, Cara, is that he’s in love with you, has been for years, and doesn’t know what to do about it, so he tried to hide it.”
If that was truly the case, he had certainly hidden it well!
“Yeah, that’s what I mean,” Isaac agreed. “And it scares the shit out of me some days how much you mean to me. To us. Marry us.”
“But,” Carolyn didn’t know what she wanted to say. It was too shocking, too unusual, too—“That’s illegal.”
Both men laughed and then quickly sobered when she glared at them.
“Not to make light of it, but half the stuff we did for the Army Rangers would be illegal for civilians. At least in a technical sense,” Isaac stated with a grin.