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bad shit happens, it scares you.”
“So?”
“People don’t always act rationally. Do you remember that stupid teddy bear you used to drag around with you when you were little?” His mom often referred to the bear and Morgan in the same sentence.
“What about it?” His hand was fisted at his side as if Clint was about to find the little animal and burn it in effigy.
“Every time you got upset, you’d scrounge around for that bear and carry it around until you felt better.”
“I was five.”
“You were fragile. I mean that in a macho, good way.” His brother’s eyes narrowed. “Dakota was hurting, and you pushed her the fuck away.”
He shook his head “She pushed me away. I tried to gather her in my arms and she practically shoved me back.” His brother was an idiot. “You don’t know anything about women.”
Morgan shot to his feet. “Like hell I don’t.”
“It’s when they push you away that they need you the most.” Morgan grabbed his three bottles and picked them up in one hand.
He stomped to the kitchen. This conversation was not over. Clint followed him.
Morgan dumped the bottles and spun around. “She doesn’t want me, and I don’t want someone who becomes a different species every few weeks.”
Clearly, his brother needed time to figure out what the fuck he wanted to do, but time was one thing they didn’t have. “I was talking about the fact that you emotionally pushed her away by not accepting the fact that she felt more comfortable in her old attire. That doesn’t mean she’s changed on the inside. She’ll be just as loving and wonderful no matter if she’s wearing combat boots, high heels, or is naked.”
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woman I love.”
Finally, his brother was coming around. “Fucking A.” He leaned back against the counter. “Maybe I’m just scared that she’d reject me. Dakota is everything I wanted to be. She’s adventurous whereas I always took the safe route. Once she’s around me for a long time, she’ll decide I’m not for her.” Morgan’s brain was finally reconnecting again, but not about Dakota not wanting them. “We’re both scared. Finding the one woman we want to spend the rest of our lives with is a big commitment.”
“I fucked up. She’s gone.” He drew in his bottom lip.
Clint pulled a second beer from the fridge for himself. “She’ll come around once she thinks about it.”
Morgan dragged his hands down his face. “I’ve been an ass.” Thank God he saw the light. “Yup.”
“What are we going to do?”
He’d never seen this side of his brother before, but it convinced him that Morgan was human after all. “What we do best. We convince her that we’ll love her no matter what she does, how she dresses, or how she acts.”
He inhaled and blew out a big breath. “I’m in.”
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Thank goodness both cars were in the drive when Dakota arrived.
She shouldn’t be nervous, but she was. What if no matter what she said, Morgan still didn’t want her? If they’d give her a chance to explain, maybe she could convince them she was what they needed.
She’d been indecisive because she’d been scared.
When she thought back to all the times she’d been with Morgan, it was clear he really cared for her, despite the crappy way he’d treated her the last time. She tried to convince herself that when he saw her in Harley’s grasp, he’d freaked. Perhaps he needed time to process what
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had happened, and that was the reason for his standoffish attitude. His seeming rejection might not have been a rejection at all, but one of a man who was scared to death of losing someone he loved.
Okay, that might have been a line of bullshit, but it was bullshit she could live with.
Then there was the concept of forever loving two men. It was a big step, but it was one she wanted to take.
Here goes!
She rang the bell, praying she’d been right about Morgan. Clint answered the door. His eyes widened, almost as if he didn’t expect to see her again, or at least not so soon. He stepped outside, picked her up by the waist, and swung her around. “You came back!”
“I needed time to think.”
He set her down, grabbed her hand, and led her inside. “Morgan!
Look who’s back!”
His excitement bolstered her courage. Morgan trotted out from the hallway and stopped. Her heart flipped. His lips parted and his shoulders tensed. Was he waiting for her to make the first move or wasn’t he happy to see her?
“Hi, Morgan.” Her mouth turned dry and her pulse raced. This seemed to be the most important moment in her life.
He eased his way over to her. She tried to keep the smile on her face from faltering.
Morgan took her hands in his and brought them to her lips. “I’m sorry.”
She tamped down her enthusiasm. His apology was a good start, but she needed to know more. “About?”
“You want me to grovel, don’t you?”
A giggle bubbled up when she realized he hadn’t meant to reject her. Now he was going to pay. “Yes.”
Clint wrapped an arm around her waist. “How about if we all sit on the porch, and I’ll get us some drinks?”
“I’ll have a soda.” She wanted to keep all of her wits about her.
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Her shoulders wouldn’t relax as she and Morgan stepped outside, but the distant view of the mountains helped calm her soul. She sat in a lounge chair and Morgan sat across from her in a chair.
He leaned forward. “Look. I behaved badly the other day.”
“No kidding.” Maybe she shouldn’t have expressed her dismay, but the man had put her through hell and he deserved to know how much he’d hurt her.
He dragged a hand through his hair. “When I saw Harley grab you, I lost my mind.”
She figured he’d been maybe more frightened than she’d been. “Is that all that bothered you?”
“I guess I’m kind of transparent, huh?”
“I know you didn’t like that I’d put back the studs and gone back to looking like the old Dakota, but I had a good reason.” He nodded. “Clint thought that you used the black nail polish and mega eye makeup as a way to push people away. He said you thought you wouldn’t be a victim again if you wore that garb.” Hearing someone explain her issues in words gave her a new appreciation of what she was going through. “Clint’s a smart man.” The door banged open. “Did I hear my name?” She looked up and smiled. “Yes. You heard right.” Clint handed her a soda and Morgan a beer.
Morgan sipped some of the liquid. “I wanted you to know that I’ve always loved you even when you were too skinny for words or chunky or had purple hair.”
She let the soothing words seep in. “For real?”
“Yes.”
“You sure had a funny way to show it.” Every time she got near those two, they found something else to do.
Morgan glanced between Clint and her. “You two don’t know this, but when I bought Harley’s store a few months back I changed the name.”
She remembered when the artist came and redid the design on the
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front window. “I know.”
“What you don’t know is that I named it after you.” His gaze focused on her.
“How is D’Ink Coda named after me?”
He waited a beat. “Take out the apostrophe and say it fast.”
“Dinkcoda.”
“Faster.”
“Dicoda. Oh, shit. Dakota.” Her pulse raced. Joy spread through every cell. “You really did!”
He winked. “See? I always wanted you, but I was sure you’d never settle for me. I was too staid.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been chasing you two for years.” Like since she was eight.
“Once you caught me, I figured you’d get tired of me real fast.” S
he couldn’t believe someone as self-confident as Morgan would have doubts, especially about being with her. “Maybe I need to show both of you how much I’m not tired of you.” Clint was the first to stand. “Well, come on, darlin’. I’m up for some show-and-tell.”
A big bubble of laughter drove up her stomach and escaped out her mouth. “One question.”
Morgan stood. “Shoot.”
“I’m not saying that I plan to, but if I were to put back my piercings and dye my hair and did all that other stuff, would you still accept me?”
Morgan grinned. “In a heartbeat. If there is one thing I’ve realized it’s that I want you no matter what you look like.” That was all she needed to hear. “Then if I’m stark naked and my pussy is dripping wet, you won’t toss me out.” Both Clint and Morgan faced her. “Hmm,” Morgan said. “I’m not sure about that. Maybe if you showed us, we could decide.” She so loved her two men.
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Chapter Sixteen
Dakota skipped into Morgan’s bedroom. She wanted to make her first time loving both men exciting and as wonderful as possible. This hopefully would be the start of a long-term relationship.
“Darlin’, didn’t someone promise us a naked body and a wet pussy?”
Yes, she had. “Why don’t you two have a seat on the bed?” Clint obeyed, but Morgan stepped over to his drawer and pulled out some condoms and a jar. Her ass clenched in delightful anticipation of the joys of having a large dick in her ass and a big, strong cock in her pussy.
Her yellow dress buttoned in front. The top two buttons were already undone. She waited until Morgan returned to the bed. With her two men facing her, she slowly loosened each button, licking her lips in between. Clint whistled and Morgan clapped to cheer her on.
When more than half the buttons were open, she turned her back to them.
“Hey, what are you doing, darlin?”
“Hold your horses.”
She wiggled her hips as she slid the top half of the dress down to her hips. Lowering her gaze, she undid the rest until the entire dress was open. Taking a hold of the lapels, she opened the material and slid it down her back inch by inch.
The bed squeaked as if one of the men had stood. She glanced over her shoulder. “Clint, sit down. One touch and the show stops.”
“Damn, but my cock needs some attention.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be good to him in a moment.” She loved it
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when both men groaned.
She made the material shift from right to left as the dress got closer to the ground. Eventually, she let go. More hoots and hollers followed. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, slipped her right arm out of the strap, and clasped it under her arm to keep it from falling. She repeated with the other arm.
“Turn around, darlin’.”
“I’m not ready yet.” Teasing them was so much fun. “Okay, but just a peek.”
She faced her men and with immeasurable patience lowered the cups until her nipples popped out. She took the bra in one hand and swung it on one finger. After a few rotations, she flung it at the men.
Morgan reached out and caught it. He brought her bra to his face and inhaled.
“It smells so sweet. Like you.”
“Aw, you can say the nicest things.”
After wetting her finger, she ran circles around her nipples.
Clint bit down on his lip. “You’re just being cruel to us. Don’t you know it’s our job to suck on those lovely tits?”
“You’ll get your chance. If you need to rub your cocks, I’m okay with that.”
Morgan grabbed his and squeezed. “We’re trying to hold on here, babe, but it’s getting harder and harder.”
“Ha-ha.” She doubted he even realized his pun.
“I’m not kidding. I’m harder than a fence post. You wanna see?” She slid her hand down her panties and slipped a finger into her wet pussy. Even her finger gave her some needed relief. “God, that feels good.”
“Darlin’, you are cruel.”
She removed her hand and painted her nipples with her dripping juices. “I thought I’d put a little pussy sauce on them.” She looked over at them. “Didn’t someone say something about me looking at a fence post?”
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Morgan groaned. He unzipped his pants. Even through the briefs, she could see how big his cock was. “See? I’m hurting here.”
“You poor baby. You’ll get your release soon enough.”
“You gonna touch it?”
She laughed. Now for the good part. Her response to his plea was to turn around. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Just thinking about what was to come made her creamy hole drip more. Wiggling her hips back and forth forced her panties lower.
Morgan whistled through two fingers. “Take ’em off, babe.” The material slipped down over her ass. Instead of stepping out of them, she kept lowering them until they were around her ankles.
“Clint?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“See anything you want?”
“You have no idea. I gotta hold down my cock as it is. I want to fuck your sweet ass so damned bad.”
She grinned. “Hold that thought.” She stepped out of her panties, strutted over to Clint, and dropped them on his head. He immediately sniffed them.
He looked over at Morgan and smiled. “Bro, we are in for a real treat.”
She turned around again and kept her back to the men. This time she moved just out of reach of Clint. Bending over, she slipped off her heels and looked between her legs. Returning to a standing position, she faced them. “How do you want me?”
The brothers stood and kept their gaze on her. They both lifted off their shirts like they were on some synchronized stripping team. Each flexed his muscles, probably to torment her like she’d tried to tease them. Next came their boots followed by their jeans.
Her mouth turned dry looking at them. Their abs rippled and chests flexed. Her pussy got wetter watching them take off their clothes. They dropped their pants, but their huge cocks pushed out from their underwear.
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“Darlin’, you want to finish the job?”
“Yes, please.” She wasn’t sure which one to do first, but since Clint had asked, she pranced over to him. “You’ll have to get used to taking turns.”
Morgan reached out and lightly pinched her nipple. Clint followed with the other side. “Good thing you have two of those.” Clint reached behind her and squeezed her ass while Morgan slid a finger down the cleft of her pussy. He stopped at the top and pressed on her clit. A spasm made her inner walls contract. She pushed back her hips. “Give me a second to get you naked before you get me too excited.”
“Too late for us, babe. We’re already on the verge. I’m just praying we’ll be able to last long enough to satisfy you.”
“Oh.” She withdrew her hand from Clint’s pants.
He laughed. “Now that you’ve started, you can’t stop. Take them off.”
With care, she slid them over his big cock. When his dick popped out, she swore he’d grown. “That is not going fit in my ass.” Clint cupped her face and kissed her. “We’ll see about that.” Morgan stepped closer. “My turn.”
She rubbed the outside of his briefs, loving how thick and long he was. This time, she got him out of his briefs by dragging the waistband over his well-sculpted ass. Her hands skimmed across his divine body. When the material got caught on his cock, Morgan helped out.
“Thanks.” She dragged the briefs all the way down to his ankles.
“Step out of them.”
When she looked up, his cock was at mouth level. The urge to take him overwhelmed her. She licked the outside and Morgan groaned.
“I’m not sure this is going to work, babe.” She grinned. “You’re a wimp?”
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d his hands under her ass, turned around, and placed her on the bed.
He looked over at Clint. “I think we need to teach our woman a lesson. Still got that nice rope.”
A bit of fear formed in the back of her throat. “What are you going to do?”
“We can’t have you touching our cocks when we’re eating your sweet pussy. Clint is going to find a way to stop you from moving.
That way we can lick and pluck every delicious piece you have to offer.”
The idea of being tied down surprisingly intrigued her. “Okay, but remember turnabout is fair play.”
He laughed, and the sound shot straight down her body to her pussy. “I’d like to see you try to lash me to the bedpost.”
“That’s not fair. There’s two of you and only one of me.”
“Nope, not fair at all.”
Clint returned with several pieces of velvet-covered rope in a package. It looked like they’d purchased the item with her in mind.
He broke open the plastic.
She was about to ask where they wanted her when both men descended on her. Clint tossed a piece of rope to Morgan, who swiftly made a loop around her wrist and secured the end to the headboard.
Clint pulled her other hand out straight and repeated the process on his side.
She was on her back with both hands above her head. Never did she expect them to each take a leg, open her up wide, and secure her legs to the bed. The vulnerability made her pussy clench.
Morgan tossed Clint what looked like two condoms and set one on his side. He knelt by her tits and pressed on the tips. “You and I, babe, are going to have a good time. I’m going tease you so much the bed will be drenched with your juice. Your hole is going to cream, forcing you to beg me to fuck you hard.”
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“Never going to happen.” She knew she was already beyond hope right now. A touch here, a touch there, and she’d be crying for release.
Morgan grinned as Clint slipped between her legs. His thumbs pried open her pussy, and instead of him licking her, he blew on her.
The cooling wind made her sizzle with intense desire. His tongue licked her inner thighs as his finger traced a line from her belly button to the top of her pussy lips. Shivers of delight followed the path. Her insides clenched. She wasn’t going to last.
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