Falk lay on his back and beckoned to her. She swung her leg over his thighs and grabbed the condom package from him.
“I’ve always wanted to try putting one of these on. Will you let me?”
Falk spread his hands wide. “My body is yours to play with. Go right ahead.”
“Hmmm, mine to play with? I like that, Falk.”
She tore open the package with her teeth and pulled the circle from the wrapper. Holding his cock with one hand, she placed the condom on the head and very gently rolled it down, drawing a groan from Falk. She giggled and ran her hands up his sculpted chest. His body was gorgeous and she could spend hours exploring the firm muscles and tanned skin. She leaned forward and licked at his flat male nipples, his cock jerking in reaction. She reached around behind her and caressed his balls, letting her nails lightly scrape his perineum. He moaned, his eyes closed, his beautiful Michelangelo face a picture of passion and desire.
She lifted up on her knees and lowered herself on his hard cock, slowly, feeling every ridge rub sensitive spots inside her. She didn’t stop until he was in to the hilt, deep inside her pussy. She paused, loving the feeling of being so full. She braced her hands against his chest and pulled up, then thrust herself back down. He reached up and caught some of her long hair between his fingers, gently tugging her so she was leaning back as she rode him. This time when she thrust it hit her G-spot perfectly. Falk grinned at her expression, knowing exactly what he had been doing when he positioned her that way.
She reached behind her and held on to his thick thighs as she rode him up and down, each thrust sending arrows of pleasure from her cunt to her clit and abdomen. Time seemed to stand still, her world narrowing to just Falk and their bodies rubbing against each other in a primitive rhythm.
He reached between her legs and rubbed tight circles on her clit. It was all she needed. She screamed his name and slammed down so his cock bumped her cervix, sending her orgasm to a new realm. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her like fire and she rode it until she was weak, lying on his chest, bathed in the glow of their lovemaking. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air and she breathed deeply, imprinting the memories of their time together on her mind. If she died right now, she would die a happy, fulfilled woman, knowing she had experienced true passion and real sexual pleasure.
“Let me take care of the condom, beautiful. Brayden and Josh will keep you company while I’m gone.”
She rolled off him and immediately felt bereft when he headed into the bathroom. She didn’t have time to mourn as Josh and Brayden each took a side of her, Brayden holding a bottle of ice-cold water. He dangled it in front of her. “Thirsty? I’m guessing you worked up a thirst.”
She was parched. She grabbed the bottle and drank half of it down before she realized it. She tried to hand it back, but Brayden waved it back. “It’s yours. There’s a whole refrigerator of them if you need more. Now let’s take a little nap. It’s going to be time to check out in a few hours. I want some more cuddle time with you.”
She set the bottle back on the nightstand and cuddled between her two men. Falk came back in the room and lay at the end of the bed. She tried to stay awake to savor the sensations of being with them, but her eyelids were heavy and her body sated. She drifted to sleep dreaming of a trio of hot men doing naughty things to her in the shower.
* * * *
Ava reached for her bag in the trunk of Falk’s car, but Brayden grabbed it first, heading straight for her front door. It had been a wonderful weekend with her boys but she had two loads of laundry to do and needed to make a run to the grocery store. Tomorrow was Monday morning and it would be back to work as usual.
She’d never known pleasure like that existed. Her men were amazing lovers, so passionate, giving, and skillful. So caring outside of bed, too. She could definitely get used to being spoiled like this.
She laughed and shook her head. How quickly she’d gone from anti-men to wondering about the future.
Her phone vibrated in her purse and she reached for it while walking into her condo.
“Hello.”
“You hung up on me.”
Mike.
She sighed. He’d left several messages on her phone.
“What do you want, Mike? I don’t remember the contractor’s name.”
“I don’t like being hung up on.” She could picture his petulant expression. He already had a whiny tone.
After last night with her men, she’d had enough of Mike’s shit. Time to nip this in the bud. She was tired of her past calling whenever it damn well felt like it,
“Tough. You need to stop calling me. I mean it.”
Falk grabbed the phone from her fingers. His beautiful face was stormy with anger.
“Mike? Yeah, this is Falk. Stop calling Ava. Never again. She doesn’t want to hear from you, and we don’t like it. Got it?”
She tried to grab the phone, but Falk held it out of her reach.
He listened for a moment and then grinned. “Who am I? Ava’s lover of course.”
She managed to finally pry the phone from his hands. She needed to take care of this herself.
“Ava! Who is that man?” Mike sounded like a toddler at bedtime.
She put as much steel into her voice as she could. “None of your fucking business. He is right, though. Stop calling me or I’ll think you regret the divorce and are still in love with me.”
She punched the End button and tossed her phone down on the coffee table. She glared at Falk.
“I can take care of myself.”
Falk put his hands up in surrender. “I know you can. I was only trying to help. It’s obvious his calls upset you.”
Josh laughed. “Between the two of you, I doubt the evil ex will ever call again. If he does, we can all takes turns talking to him. That should rile him up.”
She couldn’t stay angry. Josh’s grin was infectious. Laughter bubbled up. “Mike would blow a gasket if he knew I was in a ménage relationship. He thinks anything other than the missionary position is dirty.”
Brayden grinned. “Sounds like he and his new wife make a perfect couple.” He winked. “Sex is dirty, but only if you do it right.”
She giggled and hooked her finger in the waistband of his jeans. “You certainly do it right. All of you. How about I give you a tour of the house?”
Josh leaned over and nibbled at the back of her neck. “Does it include the bedroom?”
“The bedroom is the entire tour.”
Falk swept her up in his arms. “Let’s get dirty.”
Ava pointed the way down the hall without a backward glance. She was leaving Mike behind her and looking ahead to her three men.
Chapter Ten
Ava scanned the menu at Charlie’s, her stomach growling. The delicious smells from the kitchen were wafting past her nose, piquing her hunger. Lately, it seemed like she was hungry all the time. Of course, she was working up quite an appetite with her three marvelous men on pretty much a daily basis. It had been two weeks since their weekend at the hotel suite. Two weeks of fun, laughter, good food, and lots of sex. Lots and lots of sex.
“How about we order a couple of large pizzas and some breadsticks?” Ava asked.
Becca looked around the table at Jillian and Cassie. “Um, you do realize there are only four of us here? Don’t two large pizzas seem like overkill? Were you hoping for leftovers? All week?”
Ava felt her face get warm and cursed her fair skin. “I’m hungry, that’s all. I guess two pizzas probably is going overboard.”
Jillian waggled her eyebrows. “Working up an appetite these days? You lucky, lucky girl. Those men are hotter than fireworks at the Fourth of July picnic.”
Ava sighed. “I am a lucky girl. Very, very lucky. Between the constant sex and the MMA, I swear I’m working off thousands of calories.”
Cassie frowned. “MMA? Is that some sort of euphemism of a sexual nature?”
Ava laughed. “MMA stands for mixed martial arts. T
he guys are teaching me self-defense. It’s an awesome workout. Then we head to their house, and, uh, work out some more.”
Becca patted her large round stomach. “Rub it in. You all are getting lucky and I’m getting huge.”
“You stopped having sex with Mark and Travis? Do I need to have a talk with my brother?” Jillian asked.
“No, we still have sex, but it’s not as…acrobatic as before. It’s nice, safe, horizontal-on-the-bed sex. I miss getting fucked up against the wall of the shower or bent over the kitchen table. They can still do it with each other, but me, not so much.”
Cassie chuckled. “You’ll be swinging from the light fixtures before you know it. You’re due in less than two months.”
Becca grimaced. “Then six weeks of intercourse time-out. It seems a long way away. In the meantime, I’ll watch Mark and Travis have sex. It’s really hot. When they kiss each other…oh baby!”
Ave held up a hand. “I’ll skip the visual. Mark is my boss. And Jillian’s brother, too. She could probably do without it also. Or maybe you’d like to hear her talk about having wild sex with your brothers?”
“I’ve heard them have sex across the hall. Nothing would shock me. She’s a screamer, by the way.”
“Ahem.”
Charlie was standing by their table, smiling and clearing her throat. Ava wanted to crawl under the table and hide. Just how much of their conversation had she heard?
Becca’s cheeks were pink, but apparently she was prepared to brazen it out. She gave Charlie an embarrassed grin.
“Hey, Charlie. I, um, think we’re ready to order.” The other women nodded their heads, all avoiding eye contact with their hostess. “We’ll have a large with sausage and extra cheese, a basket of your breadsticks, and four sweet teas.”
Charlie wrote down their order. “I’m sending over some of my famous chocolate mud pie for dessert. I think you ladies could use something sweet.” She gave them a wink as she walked away. “It’s better than sex.”
Ava groaned. “Awesome. She heard every word. She thinks, well, hell, I don’t know what she thinks.”
Jillian laughed. “She thinks we’re lucky women. And we are. Why fight the truth?”
Cassie sipped at her tea. “We need to talk about Halloween costumes. Ava, have you talked to the men about the Halloween party?”
“I have. I wouldn’t say they’re excited about wearing costumes, but they are excited about a party. What’s your costume going to be?”
Cassie giggled. “I’m going as a princess and Zach and Chase are going to be pirates that kidnap her.”
Jillian laughed. “Nice. You already have the sexual role-play for the evening.”
Cassie sighed. “I can’t wait for my pirates to ravish me. What are you going as, Jillian?”
“Cowgirl. Jack and Ryan, well, if they don’t have to work, will be cowboys. I can’t wait to see them in chaps.”
“Hopefully, they won’t have to work,” Becca said. “Ryan, especially, misses the fun almost every year.”
“I wouldn’t describe last year as fun.” Cassie rolled her eyes.
Ava sipped her tea. “What happened last year?”
Cassie grabbed a breadstick from the basket Charlie had just placed on the table. “Last year was the night I found out Danny Trent broke out of jail during a transfer to state prison. We were having a great time up until that point. Poor Ryan had to break the news to me.”
Ava nibbled at her own breadstick. “I remember Mark telling me about it, but I didn’t realize it was Halloween night.”
Jillian waved her hand. “It’s all in the past and that’s where it needs to stay. Trent is dead and Cassie has her very own happily ever after. Who could ask for more?”
Becca patted her stomach. “No one. We’re all very lucky. Ava, what are your costumes going to be?”
“Gangsters from the Roaring Twenties. The men are going to look hot in those suits and hats. I have a beautiful flapper dress with red fringe.”
The women nodded approvingly. Becca started on her second breadstick. “Man, this baby is hungry. I’m going as a pregnant woman and Mark and Travis are dressing up as doctors.”
Cassie almost choked on her breadstick. “That’s not really going out on much of a limb, except maybe for Travis.”
Becca smirked. “I’ll get to wear a nightgown and robe so I’ll be comfortable. The guys will look hot in scrubs. I didn’t want to wear one of those pregnant, cutesy costumes. Right now, my wardrobe is all about comfort.”
A mouthwatering scent overtook the table. Charlie placed their pizza in between them with a smile and refilled their teas before bustling on to the next table. They were quiet as they dug into the savory pie.
Ava helped herself to another slice. “Charlie makes the best pizza. Just don’t tell anyone in Chicago I said that.”
Jillian laughed. “Your secret is safe. Do your men love her pizza, too?”
“They do. Well, Brayden doesn’t eat too much of it. He watches what he eats very closely.”
Cassie’s expression grew serious. “Do you worry about Brayden’s health? I mean he was really sick, wasn’t he? I saw him when he first moved to town. He looked so ill and gray.”
“He’s fine now. He’ll have to be monitored. But he’s moving forward with his life. None of us have any guarantees.”
“True,” Jillian said. “It’s wonderful to see you going after what you want. Your ex was an asshole and I’m glad to see that you’re not letting him influence your life anymore.”
“I might get hurt,” Ava nodded. “I’ve come to the realization that staying safe and burying my feelings is no way to live. Even if my relationship ended with them tomorrow, I’d still have wonderful memories of our time together.” She sipped her iced tea. “I’ve also realized I have the power to hurt them, too. We’re all vulnerable. I don’t think I ever felt that in my marriage. I know they’re different from Mike.”
Becca’s eyes narrowed. She really had no patience for Ava’s ex. “Has your jerk of an ex been calling you?”
“A few times. He called a few weeks ago and Falk grabbed the phone from me and told him to never call again. Mike was sputtering and asking me who the man was. I told him it was none of his fucking business and that Falk was right. He needed to stop calling me or I was going to think he regretted ending our marriage. He hung up and hasn’t called since.”
Jillian grinned. “Good. What an asshole. He probably does regret ending your marriage. He’s one of those men who don’t want a woman to move on. He wants to think every woman is still in love with him.”
Ava shrugged. “I don’t think Mike actually thinks about anyone but himself too often. That was a big issue in our marriage. I wanted us to depend on one another. Mike wanted us to be independent. We had completely different ideas of what love is.”
Cassie pushed her plate away. “Speaking of love…is it love, Ava? I’ve seen the way those men look at you. It’s like you’re the most precious person in the entire world.”
Ava shook her head. “No comment. If or when I say I’m in love, it will be to the men first. No offense, ladies.”
“None taken,” Jillian said. “I think it’s nice you want to tell them first. Besides, you don’t need to tell us. We already know you’re in love.”
“Think you’re pretty smart, huh?” Ava laughed.
“Not smart. Just observant. I’ve known you for years, and I’ve never seen you this happy. You glow. You never glowed before, even when you were first married. You’re in love.”
Ava was deliriously happy. She hadn’t known others could tell. Could her men tell? She could see how happy they were. Even Brayden, who normally wore a stern expression, smiled easily in her presence now.
Sometimes she would catch herself thinking about the future. The future with her three men front and center. The four of them living together, eating together, curling up and watching television. The everyday things. It should scare her, but it didn’t.
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“You girls ready for dessert?”
Charlie had saved her from having to reply. She wasn’t ready to talk about her feelings. They seemed too private, and much too precious.
Becca gave Charlie a big smile. “Charlie, have you ever known me to not be ready for dessert? I was born ready.”
Charlie chuckled. “Four chocolate mud pies coming up. And I’ll package three to go for your men, Ava. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, in addition to another place further south.”
Jillian grinned. “I don’t think Ava needs help with one of those avenues, Charlie. Her men look pretty happy and satisfied.”
For the first time in her life, Ava was confident what Jillian said was true. She was able to make them happy. She was enough woman for her men.
* * * *
“Let me know if you hear from them again. If you do, just go along with anything they ask. Just agree to what they want,” Sheriff Ryan Parks said.
Falk nodded. He wanted Roger and Troy to leave them alone. It felt like they couldn’t get away from their past no matter what they did. All the money he’d made on Wall Street wasn’t worth what the Feds had put them through. Falk had been poor and, yes, being rich was better. But it wasn’t the be-all and end-all. He knew he could live without money if he had to.
He couldn’t help but be glad his mother no longer had to struggle to make ends meet. Falk had set her up in a new home, with a new car and no financial worries when he made his first million. He knew Josh had done something similar for his family. He was pretty sure Brayden had given his first million away to charity. He’d never needed the money, only the recognition within his family he could be successful.
Brayden’s father now considered him to be a failure, saying he lacked the guts for cutthroat business dealings. That always made Falk laugh. Brayden could be one coldhearted son of a bitch, even after his illness. He’d simply moved on from wanting to play the game and living on the adrenaline from making deals. Now he lived on the adrenaline from jumping out of planes and diving from cliffs. He and the sheriff were two peas in a pod.
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