The Strength of Three (13 page)

After stripping her shirt off, Jon added his fingers between her legs, rubbing a slow circle around her exposed clit.

“Shit.” She bit her lip and her knees sagged. After these last few days they were experts at playing her body.

“Uh-uh, sugar. Not yet. We have a little business to attend to first.”

“What?” She came out of her stupor to see a gleam in Jon’s eye. What the hell?

TJ’s clothes brushed up her naked skin, chilling her. He nibbled on her ear. “What were you thinking taunting Carter like that?” His hands slid up her sides to return to her nipples, giving them a tug and nearly causing her to sink to the floor.

She shook her head. “What did you want me to do, cower?”

“Yes,” they both said emphatically.

Jon sighed. “We want you to be safe, not put yourself in the direct line of fire. Didn’t you see the gun?”

“No, I was too busy dodging the flying iron table and chairs and dishes. And then he pissed me off by calling me a whore.”

TJ turned her face to his with his thumb under her chin. “You are not a whore.” His mouth wandered from her lips, over to her ear, down her jaw to the crook of her shoulder and neck. Chris tilted her head to give him better access. “All the same, you need to be spanked.”

“For what?” she breathed, not really caring when Jon’s lips surrounded one of her nipples and tugged it into his mouth.

Somehow they managed to move across the floor, all while tangled together, kisses still being applied. When they reached the couch, Chris was turned so her belly rested along the back. TJ stalked around to the front and climbed onto the cushions on his knees, his gaze never leaving hers. His fingers went to the buttons of his fly. Chris dropped her stare to watch each button push through its hole in slow motion.

His cock—long, thick and looking painfully hard—thrust out when he pulled it from his boxers. She licked her lips.

“Yeah, baby, get those lips wet.” TJ fisted his erection and stroked it from base to tip.

A hand in the middle of her back bent her over the couch so her head hung above the chaise part of the three-part monstrosity. His calloused hands smoothed over her buttocks and hips, paying special attention to the humongous bruise blooming to life.

“Does this hurt, sugar?”

She gulped. “No.” She had a feeling her ass was going to burn like hell in a minute and cover up any hurt she might feel anyway. So why wasn’t she protesting and running screaming from their house?

Jon chuckled. When she felt him next, he was naked. His cock prodded her slick entrance when he parted her thighs. It felt so good. She caught herself with her hands on the couch to keep from falling headfirst. And still, TJ’s hand worked his length. He moved closer, first kneeling on the chaise, then working his legs out in front of him so he was spread eagle, one leg draped over either side of the chaise. He helped her balance herself by putting her hands next to his thighs. His penis saluted her not five inches from her face, its head shiny with pre-come.

Now she knew why they’d chosen this position.

A sharp slap resonated in the otherwise silent room a split second before the pain radiated through her bottom.

“Fuck. I wasn’t ready,” she cried, looking over her shoulder at the deviant grinning behind her.

“And your point is?” Jon caressed the heat blossoming over her left butt cheek, taking some of the sting away.

“Suck me, Chris.” TJ’s hands guided her head back to his cock. It was just far enough out of reach she had to stand on her tiptoes to get close. She squealed as Jon lifted her off her feet, but it got the job done. Her lips brushed the tip of TJ’s cock and he sucked in a breath.

“Perfect,” Jon murmured, running a hand up and down her spine.

“Take me in your mouth,” TJ practically snarled.

“Be patient, would you?” She glared up at him.
Smack.
“Yowch!”

“See? You’re back to the taunting again. That’s why you’re in this position in the first place.” Jon smacked his hand down again.

Chris squeezed her eyes closed as the burn settled and turned into something else, leaving her clit begging to be touched and her pussy sopping wet.

“You mean it has nothing to do with the fact you’re in perfect alignment?” She wiggled on his cock, teasing the swollen folds between her legs, and received another slap on her rear.

“Suck,” TJ commanded in a gravelly voice meant to shock her. He’d propped himself up with his hands behind him on the chaise. If anything, the man was being tortured by having her mouth so close yet so far away.

She took pity and wrapped her lips around the fat head, licking off the salty essence of him. She heard his groan and imagined him dropping his head back in ecstasy.

Chris took delight in sucking him in as deep as she could before gagging around his circumference. The whole blow job thing was getting easier, more palatable. She wasn’t sure she was ready to swallow yet, but she was getting closer to the idea of trying it maybe. Maybe.

Jon pressed forward, lodging the head of his cock inside her opening. She moaned, inadvertently taking TJ deeper than she ever had before, and he moaned too.

Another slap on her rump had her rearing up, arching her back and dragging up on TJ’s cock. His hand tangled in her hair, bringing her back down. She swirled her tongue along the thick vein running the length of his penis and flicked at the sensitive spot under the head.

Jon thrust in, impaling her with every inch of his cock and slapping her again. The tingling sensation wound its way through her torso, aiming for her clit. If he would just touch her, she would explode.

Up and down, she worked TJ, leaning her weight on one hand so she could play with his balls. It worked for a minute then she had to give up before her elbow gave out. She went back to bobbing her head. TJ was too far gone to care.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned.

Could she take it? Jon pounded into her and somehow found her clit with his fingers, pinching the taut little bundle of nerves. Colors swirled.

“Chris,” TJ barked.

She couldn’t think, not with the way Jon played her vagina. Certainly not when his wet thumb found the tight ring of muscle in the back and pushed in, adding to what was already happening down there and the orgasm hovering just out of reach.

TJ’s hand gripped her hair and pulled. Chris sucked him back in. His hips shot upward, shoving his cock to the back of her throat. He came with a growl, his cock jerking in her mouth, the thick cream splashing down her throat. She either swallowed or choked.

It wasn’t bad. Not really what she’d thought it would be like. Warm and salty but she suspected he was far enough back she didn’t get the full taste of him. TJ collapsed into the chaise, breathing hard and patting her hair.

Jon grunted behind her, each thrust keeping her moving on TJ’s softening penis and making his abs spasm with each pass. She lapped at him, licking him clean.

Jon pulled his thumb from her anus. The action caused her to squeeze his cock with her pussy.

“Yes,” he cried. One hard hand grasped her unbruised hip, pulling her back as he pounded forward. His fingers pressed on her clit and an intense orgasm washed over her. She lifted her head from TJ and fought back a scream.

Jon slammed home one last time and held himself rigid while he emptied his come into her core.

Chris flopped down, no longer able to hold herself up. Her forehead rested against TJ’s cock. She inhaled his scent with every harsh breath and felt it grow.

They were going to kill her.

“Come here, baby.” TJ tugged her over the back of the couch with his hands under her arms so she sprawled over his body.

“Hey,” Jon complained as his cock slipped from deep inside her. Chris couldn’t help but giggle. She tucked her nose into the crease of TJ’s neck and shoulder and sighed.

“I love you,” she whispered. Her eyes widened and she held her breath. She hadn’t meant to say the words out loud.

Jon vaulted the couch to sit beside them. His hand landed on her thigh, near the bruise, and caressed lightly.

“Good thing. We wouldn’t want to have to keep you here against your will.”

She heard the smile in Jon’s voice. Her heart thudded. Keep her here? Could she do that? Could she put all her trust in two men after everything she’d witnessed with her father?

Who the hell was she kidding? She’d already given them her trust the minute she’d let them blindfold her.

TJ lifted her chin and kissed her with a tender mouth. “We love you too. Stay with us. Be a part of us.”

Jon’s lips traveled up her spine. He knelt on the floor and leaned over to look in her eyes. “Yes. Stay. Let us love you forever.”

The waterworks started. She sniffed and buried her nose. Jon pushed the long hair from her face and kissed her cheek.

“Don’t cry, sugar. It’s a simple yes or no answer.”

“Yes. Yes.” She rolled to her back and let the two men enfold her in their arms. She didn’t know how it would work out and she didn’t care. She only knew she couldn’t stand the thought of not being here with them.

An angry bark erupted from down the hall.

“Oops,” TJ said sheepishly.

Chris brushed them both off and sat forward. She crossed her arms over her chest and fought a smile.

“You shut Clodhopper in the bathroom again?”

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Make Mine Midnight

© 2009 Annmarie McKenna

New Year’s Eve. The party is rockin’, and Claire is in her usual spot holding up the wall. It’s all right. She’s much happier scribbling in her trusty little notebook than mingling. Especially since those notes turn into the sexy erotic romances she pens in secret. Those two gorgeous gods across the room are perfect hero material and…oh dear, are they headed her way?

Mason and Hunter know she won’t remember them as the scrawny geeks they were in high school. She also doesn’t know they’ve been lusting after her for ten long years, waiting for her to meet a man and have a normal relationship. They’re through waiting. The time has come to make their move—and show her exactly how much they’ve changed.

One night in the middle of a Mason/Hunter manwich, and Claire has enough research material to fill a hundred notebooks. Good thing she’s got OfficeMax on speed dial to order more. Except suddenly her two hunks have this crazy idea that keeping her is selfish. Selfish? She may be mousy, but this mouse is about to roar…

Warning: Threesomes! Light bondage, blindfolds, breakfast made by two hot men who used to be geeks. Parades, cotton candy, more sex, and convincing said men they are WRONG and threesomes are RIGHT.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Make Mine Midnight:

“I want the whole scoop later, sweetie,” Paul called after them as Mason and Hunter practically frogmarched her down the hall to the stairwell. There were no slow feet, no stopping or pausing, just a straight, quick arrow to the stairs. Two short flights down had them on the next floor where they proceeded to continue down the hall like they’d done so a million times. Like she had so often. Before she could say a word, they stopped right in front of 13A.

Interesting since she’d never given the directions. They should have had to ask where she lived, not known how to take her right to her front door.

Her suspicion rose again. “How did you know where I lived?”

“Paul.” Hunter felt her jeans pockets and victoriously extracted her set of keys.

“I knew that man had a big mouth, but damn. He told you everything, didn’t he?”

“Don’t get mad at the middleman, sweetheart.” Hunter pecked her cheek as he fumbled the key in the lock then pushed open the door to her place.

“I still want to know what’s going on.”

“Later,” Mason growled in her ear. Literally growled. “Time for talk later. We need to see you, want to touch you, taste you.”