by Becca Van
Rachel was in nirvana. The sensation of her men loving her at the same time was pure bliss. The slide and glide of her men’s cocks thrusting in and out of her body was nearly more than she could stand. She never wanted to stop. She squeezed her internal muscles, gripping Tyson’s and Damon’s cocks as she sucked hard on Sam. The groans her actions elicited from her men made her feel so feminine and powerful. She seemed to have unleashed the inner-animal instincts of her men. The pace of their loving changed from steady, countering thrusts to fast, hard, and deep. She couldn’t get enough. The aesthetics of their cocks plunging in and out of her pussy and ass at the same time was making her fly up the mountain side at a rapid pace. Her pelvic floor muscles fluttered and quivered, gathering into a tight coil, ready to snap and spring open, hurtling her to the top. She was about to come undone, and in a big way. She wasn’t scared of the sensation. She faced it head-on, willing it to come get her. Her body froze, her muscles tight as she hovered on the precipice of the mountain. Then she was flung up and out, stars hovering before her eyes, but she was more aware of her men than ever before.
Rachel heard Sam shout, his cock pulsing and spurting his cum to the back of her throat. She gulped frantically, swallowing down every drop of his essence, released him with an audible pop, threw her head up, and screamed her release. She heard Damon and Tyson roaring out their own climaxes and was happy they all fell over the edge into bliss together. When the last ripple and shudder finally ebbed to a stop, the four of them slumped down onto the bed to catch their breath.
Rachel groaned when Damon pulled his semiflaccid cock from her ass, but sighed as Tyson rolled with her, lying beside her on the mattress. His semihard cock slipped out of her pussy, but she was too satiated to move to the bathroom to clean up. Her eyes were closed, her eyelids too heavy to keep open, but she knew the smile on her face said everything. She fell into a light doze until one of her men began to clean her up with a warm, wet cloth. She opened her eye to a slit, giving Sam a return smile, then closed her eye again. Rachel had never been happier. She was surrounded by her men, their bodies touching hers, their warmth offering comfort and love.
“Rachel, are you awake, baby?” Damon asked quietly from beside her.
“Uh-huh.”
“Let us help you sit up, darlin’, we have a surprise for you,” Sam said, reaching beneath her arms and helping her to lean against the pillows resting on the headboard.
Rachel’s heavy eyelids lifted so she could look at her men. They all had smiles on their faces that would give the Cheshire cat a run for its money. She watched as Tyson and Sam hurried from the bedroom. She heard a pop, then a curse, and couldn’t help but giggle. She knew what that sound was. She wondered if Sam had aimed the cork at Tyson on purpose. The clatter of dishes, the clink of glasses, and the sound of their returning footsteps made her turn to watch the doorway. They appeared moments later with a tray adorned with a platter of fruit, cheese, and crackers, with four glasses off to the side. Rachel pulled her legs up, giving Sam and Tyson room. They crawled onto the bed carefully, bringing the tray with them. Sam handed out the champagne glasses, while Tyson set the platter on the bed in the middle of the four of them.
“What are we celebrating?” Rachel asked as she took the proffered glass in hand.
“You. Us. Love,” Damon said.
“You guys are so sweet,” Rachel replied, tears in her eyes. “I love you all, so much. You’ve given me back my life. I didn’t think I would live long enough to follow my dreams and heart.”
“What is your heart’s desire, sugar?” Tyson asked unexpectedly.
Rachel looked into each of her lovers’ eyes, stopping on them in turn, and spoke from her heart.
“You are, Tyson. You also, Sam. And you as well, Damon. You are all so special. I love you more than I could ever express with words. I would like nothing better than to spend the rest of my life loving you all,” Rachel stated honestly. Now that she had the chance of a future, she wasn’t about to waste it being afraid.
“Drink your champagne, baby,” Damon said quietly.
Rachel felt a huge lump forming in her chest. She’d hoped to get some sort of response from her men. They’d already told her they loved her. So, what was going on? She lowered her eyes to her glass, something in the bottom attracting her attention. She squinted her eyes and stared until she felt as if she was going cross eyed. She blinked and looked again. Yep, it was still there, so it wasn’t her imagination. Rachel put the glass to her lips and drank deeply. She didn’t stop until the ring slid into her mouth. She placed two fingers against her lips and pulled it out to inspect it. It was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. Three strands of white gold entwined into a Celtic knot, and a lone blue sapphire took center stage in the middle. Rachel lifted her eyes to see three hot, sexy guys smiling at her, the love they had for her shining from their eyes.
“We love you so much, darlin’. Will you marry us? Spend the rest of your life with us? Have babies with us and grow old with us?” Sam asked.
Rachel looked deeply into each of her lovers’ eyes, smiled, and simply answered, “Yes.”
They took turns feeding her, lavishing her with love and attention. She’d never known a person could get creative with food. Her three lovers taught her a whole lot throughout the rest of the afternoon and long into the night. She couldn’t wait to start the rest of her life with her men. She had no idea how things worked in a ménage relationship, and even though she cared deeply for her men and they for her, she didn’t really worry about the schematics of their union. She would marry whomever they chose for her to marry, but she would be a wife to all three of them, in her heart, for as long as she lived.
Rachel gave herself up to her men as they loved her body. They sent her to the stars over and over again throughout the night, but she made damn sure they were with her every step of the way. She had six months of her life to make up for, and she was going to spend every spare minute she had loving her men.
“Rachel, do you care who you marry on paper?” Sam asked from her side, his quiet voice a whisper in the dark of the night.
“No, Sam. As long as I am with all of you, for the rest of our lives, I don’t care what a piece of paper says. To me, you are all my husbands from this night on.”
“I love you, darlin’. You’re perfect for us,” Sam said.
“I love you, too, Sam. You and your brothers were sent to me from the angels,” Rachel whispered. Her eyes closed once more. They were too heavy to keep open. She drifted to sleep, snuggled up to and surrounded by her three husbands, keeping her warm, safe, and making her feel loved.
She was one lucky woman.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Becca Van. I live in Australia with my wonderful hubby of many years, as well as my children, a pigeon pair (a girl and a boy). I have always wanted to write and last year decided to do just that.
I didn’t want to stay in the mainstream of a boring nine-to-five job, so I quit, fulfilling my passion for writing. I decided to utilize my time with something I knew I would enjoy and had always wanted to do. I submitted my first manuscript to Siren-BookStrand a couple of months ago, and much to my excited delight, I got a reply saying they would love to publish my story. I literally jump out of bed with excitement each day and can’t wait for my laptop to power up so I can get to work.
Also by Becca Van
Ménage Everlasting: Slick Rock 1: Slick Rock Cowboys
Ménage Everlasting: Slick Rock 2: Double E Ranch
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