Jerald’s mouth parted, his tongue flicking out and licking his lips before he swallowed hard. “I want to feel her squeezing my cock.”
Daphne lifted an arm and hooked it around Jerald’s neck. He kissed her before his gaze returned to Alan.
Her whole body trembled. Then she cried out, her back arching as she came.
“That’s it, baby,” Jerald coaxed. “Give it to us.” He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Alan reached between Jerald’s legs and played with his sac as he rose up on his knees and kissed the man.
“Fuck her good,” Alan said. “Give her that sweet cock.”
“God, yes!” Jerald’s thrusts shook the bed as he bounced her on his shaft. With a final grunt, he buried his cock inside her as his eyes dropped closed.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Alan leaned in, kissed both of them, then patted her on the hip. “Sorry, baby. You’ve gotta move.”
She rolled off Jerald, but snuggled against him as he stroked her hair. Alan smiled. “I’ll take care of that for you.” He pulled the condom off his softening cock and disposed of it. When he returned to bed, he knelt over Daphne and kissed her. “Did you save a little energy for me?”
She smiled. “Oh, yeah.”
Jerald stretched out on the bed next to them and rolled onto his side. He leaned in and latched onto one of her nipples, nipping her and making her squirm. Alan kissed her, his cock screaming at him to fuck her.
She looked beautiful, her skin flushed, a fine sheen of sweat covering her body. “Do you want me to fuck you too, baby?”
She nodded, her bottom lip caught under her teeth.
Jerald reached over to the table and retrieved another condom. “I’m going to love watching him with you.”
After Alan rolled on the condom, he lifted her legs to his shoulders. “I want to take you deep, sweetheart,” he said. “Gonna fuck you slow and deep until you’re begging me for it.”
Jerald kissed her. His hand trailed between her legs and caught Alan’s cock before he slipped it inside her. He gave it a gentle squeeze before lining it up so Alan could plunge deep inside her.
She closed her eyes. “Yes!”
Alan looked at Jerald, kept his eyes on his lover, knew he wanted his full attention. She felt so good in a different way from when he fucked Jerald.
“You’re the first girl he’s fucked in a long time, baby,” Jerald growled in her ear as he played with her clit.
She moaned, squirming as his hand stroked her.
His eyes never left Alan’s. “You’re our girl, no one else’s. You got that?”
“Yes!”
Alan smiled as a slow, sultry grin curled Jerald’s sexy lips. “We’ll take good care of you, sweetie.”
Her eyes opened as she looked at Jerald, then Alan. “I love you guys,” she whispered.
Both men froze, then looked at her. Jerald kissed her. “We love you too, sweetheart.”
Alan kissed her. “We’ll always love you.” He stroked his cock into her, taking his time, savoring the feel of her muscles gripping him.
Jerald continued to play with her clit. “Let’s get one more out of you, baby. I want him to feel how good you are.”
Alan thrust harder, deeper, feeling his release curling inside him as his balls tightened. “I’m close,” he said.
Jerald rolled her swollen nub between his fingers while he nuzzled her ear with his lips. “Don’t leave us hanging. Give it to us.”
She whimpered. Alan felt her trying to thrust in time with him. She held onto his arms, her fingers tightening around his wrists. “Harder.”
He smiled. “Anything for you, darlin’.” He took long, deep, hard strokes as Jerald captured her lips.
Then he felt it, the magical, sweet sensation of her pussy clamping down on his cock as she let out a keening cry.
“That’s it!” Alan let his own climax wash over him, his eyes catching Jerald’s blue gaze. He didn’t want to move, wanted to curl up there with them. He carefully lowered her legs and kissed her, then felt Jerald tap him on the ass.
“Condom.”
“Shit.” Alan carefully withdrew, but before he could get out of bed, Jerald slipped a hand between his legs.
“I’ll get it.”
Alan laughed as Jerald smirked. “Least I can do is repay the favor.” Jerald kissed him before leaving the bed to dispose of the condom.
Daphne rolled into his arms, snuggling her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Sleepy.”
He felt pretty damn sleepy himself.
Jerald returned and they curled up with her between them.
The two men stared at each other over the top of her head for a long moment before they both broke into wide grins. She was already asleep as they kissed before settling in for the night.
* * * *
At first, Daphne didn’t understand why she felt so freaking sore when she awoke the next morning.
Until she realized she still lay sandwiched between the men in their bed and the previous night’s events returned in a rush.
Heat raced to her face.
Holy fuck was I drunk!
Trying to slow her panicked pulse, she lay there staring at the dark ceiling, praying they wouldn’t be upset. Hell yes she’d enjoyed it, but at the time, between the beer buzz and how horny they’d made her, she hadn’t bothered writing, much less cashing, a reality check.
One of the men, Alan, she knew from the faint scent of his cologne, shifted position in his sleep, his hand settling over her left breast.
No chance of escape.
Not that she wanted to escape, but Jesus, what would happen once they woke up?
She loved them. Yes, it was out. Not just because they’d taken her in and helped her. She loved Alan’s playful, sometimes borderline silly nature, and she loved Jerald’s deceptively rocky façade, which he’d allowed her to penetrate and see the sensitive man hidden inside.
Jerald rolled toward her, his hand sliding across her belly, then lower, between her legs. “You awake, sweetie?” he rumbled.
“Yes,” she squeaked.
One intense blue eye popped open. “What’s wrong?”
She swallowed hard. “Um…nothing?”
“Was that an answer or a question?” Alan snarked from her other side.
Okay, so they were both awake.
Jerald lifted his head and kissed her. “If the nervous tone is because you’re worried how we’re going to react, don’t worry. We still love and respect you.”
She caught the playful curl to his lips.
“Do you still love us?” Alan asked.
She turned her head to look at him. His big brown eyes had filled with worry of his own.
She nodded.
His face exploded into a beaming grin. “That’s a hell of a way to wake us up, sugar, by scaring the crap out of us like that.”
“You guys are really okay with this?” she nervously asked.
Oh please, oh please, oh please!
Jerald kissed her again, taking her breath away. She even welcomed his morning-after beer breath as his tongue gently asked for access. He took long, languid minutes exploring her. “Yes,” he finally said. “We’re really okay with this.”
Alan nuzzled the side of her neck. “So, how’d we do?”
“Even the Russian judge gave you a perfect ten.”
He pumped his arm in the air. “Yes!”
They both laughed at Jerald’s puzzled expression.
* * * *
After coffee, breakfast, and a shower, they tumbled into bed again and spent the morning making love. When an afternoon thunderstorm broke, they lay in bed together, watching fat raindrops bounce off the deck as thunder rumbled.
“What happens now?” Daphne asked, almost afraid of their answer.
Alan gently stroked her arm. “What do you mean?”
She closed her eyes. “What happens in the future?”
Jerald nuzzled her neck, behind her ear. “We get you safely through the trial and then we enjoy spending the rest of our lives together.”
“And build our house,” Alan added.
Her heart raced. “Your house?”
“
Our
house,” Alan repeated for emphasis. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “All three of us. In fact, I’ve got an appointment next week with a contractor.”
She turned to look at Jerald. His normally hard face broke into a beaming smile. “Believe it, sweetie. All three of us.” Then his smile faded. “You do want to stay with us, right?”
Daphne threw her arms around him. “Just try to get rid of me!”
Jerald rolled over on top of her and kissed her. “Quit scaring me like that.” He nuzzled her nose with his. “Gonna give me a complex.”
She rolled her hips against his, enjoying the feel of his cock stiffening against her. “How many times can you get it up in one day?”
Alan kissed her. “When he’s exceptionally horny, as many times as required. And I do believe that right now, he’s exceptionally horny.”
“Amen.”
Daphne moaned in disappointment when Jerald sat up. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere, babe.” He pushed her legs wider apart and knelt between them. “Just right here.”
She closed her eyes as his tongue caressed her, sending more tremors through her. Damn, he was good. He took his time teasing and tasting, not letting her get close enough to the edge to make it. Alan propped himself up on one elbow and enjoyed taunting her with promises of all the dirty things he wanted to do to her, or watch Jerald do with her.
When they’d worked her body into a frenzy, she couldn’t take it anymore. She pried her body loose from Jerald’s tenacious grip and rolled on top of Alan before working her way down his body to his cock. “Fuck me, Jer,” she muttered, her voice husky, before she engulfed Alan’s cock in her mouth.
* * * *
Jerald thought that was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in his life. She didn’t need to ask him twice. He quickly rolled a condom on and plunged deep inside her, sinking his shaft all the way to the root, tightly sheathed inside her. He stroked her back and looked at Alan. Heavy lids barely concealed his passion-glazed eyes.
Jerald reached around her and found her clit, began stroking it in time with his thrusts. Alan’s hands cupped the back of her head as he wrapped her hair around his fingers and thrust his hips in time with her motions.
Like that, the men settled into a slow, sexy rhythm with her body flowing between them, joining them as her passion climbed.
Jerald felt her muscles quivering around him, tightening as her pussy prepared to squeeze him again. When she let out a long, loud moan and felt her body clamp down on his cock, he released her clit and grabbed her hips.
“Come for me, Al,” he grunted, his eyes never leaving his lover’s face.
Alan’s gaze locked with his as his hips thrust harder, faster while Daphne used her hand in time with her lips to stroke his cock.
Jerald recognized the look, the way Alan’s lips parted as his eyes dropped closed and he threw his head back. The moan had barely reached his ears before his own orgasm raced through him.
He didn’t want to move, hated pulling out and leaving her, but when he returned from the bathroom he enjoyed the sight of her cuddled in his lover’s arms.
He slipped back into bed on her other side. She rolled into his arms and kissed his chest. “I need a nap,” she mumbled. “You wore me out.”
Alan spooned against her back and his hand sought out Jerald’s. With their fingers laced together, they drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
For the first time in her life, Daphne gave thanks she was a homebody. Despite the men assuring her they didn’t mind if she used their vehicles, she refused to leave the house alone. Even venturing outside the front door when the men were gone nearly gave her a panic attack. She was happiest when safely snuggled between the men every night, even if all they did was fall asleep.
The impending trial, still several months away by the prosecutor’s guess, didn’t weigh heavily on her mind while she stayed safe in her cocoon. Although one stormy Saturday morning she allowed Alan to talk her into going to a local indoor flea market with him after he had to cancel a charter.
Poor Jerald still had to work. She felt a little guilty about them enjoying themselves while he would be out in that sloppy weather, but he assured her he wanted them to go and have fun.
Alan never released her hand as he kept her close by his side while they perused the aisles of eclectic offerings. Then, in a large booth selling plants and small fountains, she stopped.
“Oh, that’s pretty!” The manatee fountain, small enough to fit on a tabletop, made a happy, burbling sound as water trickled from the top down the sea cow’s natural curves to a small shell-shaped pool at the bottom.
Alan looked at the price tag. “You want it?”