The Satin Sash

by Red Garnier

  “And we’ll take you.”

  Grey pressed into his back, and Heath lifted his gaze to hers, hot and smoldering.

  He said nothing else, but a powerful shudder rocked him when Grey said in a silky murmur against the side of his head, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  The tendons in Heath’s neck rippled as he swallowed and looked at her with those intent black eyes. His breath was soughing in and out of his chest. And she ached for him. For that big, proud man who had suffered for years in silence. Because she understood Heath in a way Grey never would.

  She knew Heath Solis, and that his heart and hers were twins.

  And she knew when Grey entered him because his whole body stiffened, his jaw clamped, his hands fisted at his sides. Grey’s tongue darted into his ear as he began to move. Heath was solid, barely moving except for his abdomen and the sounds welling up in his throat.

  “This is me,” Grey rasped. “Making you ours.”

  Heath hissed through his teeth, his eyes rolling back. He moved his head, making himself accessible for Grey’s tongue on his ear.

  “This is me making you Toni’s.”

  Another sound. The sound of someone in pain. Heath’s slit leaked and leaked, his cock twitching at each thrust.

  “Say you’re mine, Heath.”

  “I’m yours.”

  “Say you’re Toni’s.”

  “I’m yours, Cat. All yours.”

  “Then bend over and please her. I won’t have Toni unhappy.”

  Heath charged forward as though he’d been waiting for permission, and when he caressed her throat with his lips and tongue, she said, “Hmm.”

  His callused hands settled on her breasts and fondled the sensitive peaks. “Cat.”

  “Heath.”

  “I love you, Cat.”

  “And I love you, Heathcliff.”

  His cock was wet with precum and his balls seemed bloated, as though they’d doubled in size. She was entranced watching him being taken. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as he minis tered to her breasts, leaving Grey’s torso in full view: sweaty, flushed, rippling sexily. Grey’s eyes sizzled as he locked gazes with her, his face contorted with pleasure.

  Heath pinched her erect nipples.

  Her spine lifted from the couch, her throat bowed in an elegant curve as she dropped her head back, her eyelashes sweeping down to her cheekbones.

  He feathered his lips across hers, latching on to her plump bottom one, then the top. He pushed his tongue inside, made a noise, and huskily whispered, “Open your legs for us.”

  He didn’t let go of her breasts as she followed his order, spreading all the way open on the couch. He stroked a hand down the supple silk of her hair, his nose grazing her jaw. “Touch your kitty. It’s so wet I can see it from here.”

  Toni heard the slick sound of her pussy sucking her finger in, and Heath groaned as they both watched it disappear through the lips. “How does it feel?”

  “Good.”

  “Tight? Does it feel tight? Slick?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Move it for us, move it inside you.”

  She did as he asked, the rhythm she set causing her to break into a sweat.

  Soft, gurgling, mating sounds rose up to her throat, and she slid her hand up her drenched entrance so she could stroke her clit in fast, urgent little circles.

  He pressed her nipples with his thumbs, then tugged them out with a hard pinch. “You masturbate thinking of your men fucking?”

  A whimper tore out of her as she restlessly moved in her seat, pushing her breasts up to his hands and her pussy to her toying finger. “Yes.”

  The fast flick of his tongue across a rigid nipple felt like an electric shock coursing through her. “What do you think about?” he demanded.

  She yelped when he gripped the heavy globes in his hands, her crested nipples crushed into his palms, and gasped, “You eat each other and you touch each other and . . .”

  “We rut with each other.”

  “Yes.”

  He pinched her extended nipples with two fingers and watched them jerk and darken as they swelled.

  Breathing hard, he caught the curve of her earlobe between his lips and tugged. She relished hearing his breath in her ear—almost no breath at all, he breathed so brokenly. “Don’t stop touching yourself.That’s right: fuck that kitty and tell me who it’s for.”

  Her hand moved at a frantic pace between her legs. Her middle finger infiltrated her pussy, coming out glistening, plunging back in, then back out to slide up to her clit. Her head rolled senselessly on the couch back, her nostrils flaring with her frenetic breaths as she strained to get the words out. “You and Grey.”

  He smoothed his tongue into her ear, and desire threatened to overflow her veins. “That’s right. It’s ours.”

  “Heath, please.”

  She was riding her hand fast, and her soft breasts were bouncing in his hands as she whimpered, “Oh, god, I want to come. I want . . .”

  One second he was before her, kneading her breasts, and the next he was boosting her up. Holding her flush against him, he subjected her mouth to a violent kiss charged with carnal hunger. “You come when I come. I come when Grey comes.”

  She framed his face and shifted in his arms so she could wrap her legs around his hips. And Grey was there, his abs at her ankles, and he was lifting up one leg and licking at her toes.

  “Please.”Their sexual scent was powerful on their bodies, filling her every breath. She was wrapped in it, in them.

  Heath snaked his hand between their bodies to secure the base of his stalk, melting her with the slow surge of his body into hers, strong and slick into her fiery heat.

  “Kitten.”

  “Heath.” Her fingers were at his shoulders, keeping him close as her cunt clenched around his cock.

  “Shit. So tight and slick. So perfect.”

  Gasping sobs tore out of her as he pushed and retreated. She saw in his face, in his constrained expression slowly disintegrating into pleasure, that he could feel the spasms in her pussy already starting to ripple around his cock. His slanted eyebrows cast shadows over his eyes, but they glowed like lightbulbs on his face.

  He fought against her hot grip, his thrusts becoming erratic, his fine white teeth bared to her as he threw back his head in abandon. Her thumbs and index fingers went for his nipples. She tugged the beads tight, imitating what he did to hers, and the caresses made his body jerk with pleasure.

  “Heath,” Grey gritted. “Come now.”

  Clutching at his hair, she let out a mute cry as Grey’s great body bucked in orgasm. Heath tensed, then jerked, head twisting as he began to convulse, coming with Grey. Her vision blurred, heat piercing through her as Heath filled her and her orgasm hit. Heath roared, charging for one breast, sucking fiercely as his hips pistoned against hers.

  He grabbed her ass, pulling her to him as he hammered her with harsh, animalistic strokes meant to catapult her into her earth-shattering climax. And as she came, he came and came and came in her. Every muscle—even those in his face—tensed and contracted and then burst loose as he drilled her pussy with his cum.

  And when he was finished, her body wrapped around him as the aftershocks shook her, he held her tight.

  Gently, he kissed her mouth. A third mouth joined, and both men were kissing her. Their tastes combined as she opened wide, their three tongues curling and tangling hungrily, creating an ambrosia of flavors that overwhelmed her senses and flooded her heart.

  Truly, she’d suffer through the past three days all over again, if she had to, just to get to this heaven.

  Minutes later, they were settled on the king-sized bed, transfixed by the sight of the ceiling. More minutes passed while all they did was breathe. Outside, the afternoon traffic was getting noisy, while inside, Toni lay docile and pliant between the two naked men while Grey absently stroked her hand on her bare stomach, his expression lost in thought.

  “We n
eed a bigger place.Two bathrooms.”

  A smile came automatically to her lips. “Grey,” she chided, a playful scowl on her features.

  “I’m serious.We should move to my penthouse. If you manage to clutter it like this place, we’ll feel right at home. I can’t fucking live here with Heathcliff. He’s breathing my air.”

  “You’re breathing mine, Richards.”

  “There’s plenty for us both at my penthouse,” Grey assured.

  “All right. Fine! Penthouse it is,” Toni burst, pushing herself upright.

  Shifting to his side, Grey directed his solemn gaze at Heath. “We want you here.We can hire someone to do what Parsons can’t, which is plenty.”

  “I love my land, Grey. I like scouring it.”

  “You can scour it, but your ass will be right here where Toni wants it. Isn’t that right, princess?”

  She nodded. “That’s right, Sir Richards.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Cat,” Heath said, lifting an arm to caress her jawline with one hand. “If there’s land to see, I can do that in a day. Or we can do it together during the weekends. I’ll supervise on and off during that time.”

  Remembering how Grey trusted Heath’s instinct above anything, she smilingly asked, “What does your gut tell you?”

  Lifting himself up on one arm and bringing his chest tangibly close to her breasts, he smiled a lazy, full-of-it smile. His lips stretched even more as he whisked them across hers. “It tells me I’m home, kitten.”

  Moved by his admission, she stroked his whiskers with the tips of three fingers, and suddenly Grey caught her hand with his. “You’re wearing it.”

  After registering the awe and pleasure in his words, Toni knew exactly what he was referring to. “Yes.” She grinned at him. “I thought whatever happened, I wanted my gray diamond.”

  He was up in an instant, taking her shoulders in his hands and drawing her close to him. Their mouths locked swiftly as they sought each other’s heat, taste, essence. “It’s yours.” His voice was a throaty rasp.“In my heart, you’re my wife. If you want papers, we’ll draw papers.”

  “I don’t need papers.” As she held her hand up to ogle, sunlight played across the mysterious gray stone, making it sparkle on her fingers. “But I’ll keep the ring, thank you!”

  “I’ve got something for you, too.”

  Both she and Grey turned to Heath in surprise. He had stalked out and was scouring his clothes out in the living room, and when at last he returned, he looked decidedly uncomfortable. First he stood by the door uncertainly; then it seemed to take an effort to approach.

  He held his fist out to her and grudgingly uncurled his fingers. “It’s black. It’s not as expensive as Grey’s, but I thought you might like to wear his on your left, and mine on your right.”

  Her heart did not fit inside her chest, and for a moment she thought she’d burst with emotion. She belonged to two men.Two amazing, stubborn, wonderful men belonged to her. The three of them belonged to one another.To hell with convention—this was awesome!

  “Do you like it?” Heath looked so unsure, like a little boy.“Will you wear it?”

  With eyes quickly welling up with tears again, she took the plain white gold ring between her fingers and gazed into the black rock. It was like looking into Heath’s eyes, it was so captivating.

  Her fingers were sure and steady as she slipped it on her right hand. “Come here, Heathcliff,” she whispered, imitating Grey. She drew him down to her lips and kissed him, and Grey bent his head to join. Their three tongues tangled lazily, their bodies rubbed together, and as Toni felt them get primed to be together again, she breathed, “You’ll both have to wear mine.”