Liam smiled. “I’ll have to buy him one of his own.”
Sarah sniffed. “She told me she killed Mr. Dunwoody.”
He hadn’t expected that. “Did she say why?”
“It took a lot of prodding, but she finally explained the whole thing. I think she expected to impress me.”
Liam took hold of her hands. “Did I ever tell you that I think you are the bravest woman I’ve ever known?” Her smile was weak. “I’ll let Justin know about Debbie’s confession. But for now, you need to rest.”
Mason climbed in the front seat and turned around. “How are you, angel?”
“I’m feeling better. She drugged me.” She looked past Liam. “Where’s my car?”
“We’ll find it.”
Her mouth slightly parted. “How did you know where to find me?”
“The GPS in your phone tracked you here,” Liam said.
She blew out a breath. “I’ll never complain again when I have to text you.”
Liam gathered her in his arms, not wanting to ever let her go.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Liam and Mason insisted Sarah see her therapist before they would even consider having sex with her again. They kept saying she had to be terribly traumatized having who she thought was a friend wave a gun at her. She was, but making love with the two men she loved would have helped her with the ordeal. Stupid men. They didn’t understand.
Even though they slept with her and kept the nightmares at bay, she had to suffer through erotically unfulfilling dreams. Sure they were better than nightmares, but the men were being too overprotective.
After Tom Carnes found a baseball bat in Debbie’s garage and the lab in Bozeman confirmed it was Mr. Dunwoody’s blood, Debbie had been booked not only for murder, but for attempted murder. She’d be spending a long time in jail.
Sarah’s therapist, Dr. Megan Willows, promised she’d call Mason with her impression of Sarah’s stability. When his cell chimed on Thursday morning, her hand shook. She scooted onto the chair at the kitchen island.
“It’s her,” Mason said as he swiped his finger across his cell. “Hello. Yes.” He was on the phone for several minutes. Yikes. Megan must have spent a minute or two telling him all of Sarah’s emotional issues. What happened to the idea of confidentiality?
You told her she could tell the men. Sarah wanted them to know she was fine.
Yikes. The men would give up on her by the time Megan finished talking.
“Thanks. I will.” Mason hung up. “Good news. The doc feels you are able to go on as a normal human being.” He grinned and opened his arms.
She ran to him and hugged him tight. She wasn’t going to ask what Megan said. The kiss that followed curled her toes.
Liam came down the hallway. “Hey. What did I miss?” Mason filled him in. “Then we’re good to go for tomorrow?” Liam asked Mason.
“Looks like it.”
Liam faced her. “We are going on a vacation. Go pack.”
She practically jumped up and down. “Another vacation? Where are we going?”
He tapped her nose. “It’s a surprise.”
She hated when he did that. “Can you give me a hint so I know what to pack?”
“A little bit of everything, but mostly sexy underwear, though I doubt you’ll be wearing much after Mason and I get through with you.”
Her pussy tingled just thinking about making love with them at the same time. “I’ll get ready now.”
Excited, she raced down the hallway to her room. This might be the first time she was totally free of all terrible people. Who would have thought that Debbie Litner would have held a grudge for eleven years? Sarah had visited Debbie in jail and asked her why she’d waited so long for revenge. She said that when Mr. Dunwoody didn’t remember her name, she’d lost it. Hurting him would hurt Sarah a lot. That’s when she decided to drive Sarah crazy. First was when she’d stolen her house key, let herself in, and led Sarah outside. Debbie hoped to instill fear in her when she left the door open. Then Debbie put the recorder with those two eerie phrases running every night under the window. Debbie had found out where Liam lived when he’d written the check at the grocery store. The slashed tires were because Debbie wanted to piss her off.
It was sad, really. If she’d gotten help when these terrible things had happened to her, Debbie might have been a different person.
Though they weren’t leaving until tomorrow, Sarah quickly packed. She was halfway done when Mason walked in.
“Good news.”
“What?”
“Liam was able to book us for a flight at four today. So snap, snap.”
Even better! “I’ll hurry.”
She tossed everything into her bag she could think of and was ready to go in fifteen minutes. Her case was heavy, but she dragged it to the living room. “Let me get a sweater and my purse and I’m good.”
The men’s cases were already by the garage door. My, but they packed fast.
After the hour trip to the airport, checking in, and boarding, it had been a close call, but they made it. “So we’re going to Denver?”
Liam nodded. “Where we will rent a car and drive to our destination.”
“Which is where?”
He grinned. “It won’t be that easy, honey.”
Darn. She leaned back, ready for the adventure to begin.
* * * *
“This is amazing.” Sarah was sitting in the front seat and was privileged to watch as they drove into Georgetown, Colorado. Here she thought Pleasure had charm. This town was nestled in between mountains, and the streets reminded her of what it must have been like in the time of the gold rush.
“Wait until you see the hotel,” Mason said from the backseat.
“You’ve stayed here before?” She twisted around.
“I have, but only once. You’ll love the Hotel Chamonix.”
She already was in love with the town.
Liam reached over and rubbed her leg. “Hope you aren’t afraid of heights.”
“No, why?”
“The town has a wonderful train ride that tunnels through the gold mine.”
Sarah practically squealed. “I’ve always wanted to pan for gold.”
They both laughed. “We’ll take you on a train ride over a gorge and then travel back in time.”
She couldn’t wait. As much as the town was fabulous, the hotel was even more glorious. It looked like a ski lodge that was situated on a lovely fast moving river.
Liam parked. “Welcome to your humble abode for the next two days.”
Sarah was thrilled. Inside, the place was elegant but cozy. While Liam checked in, Mason drew her in his arms. “I know our dinner at the airport was less than spectacular, but maybe we can make it up to you during dessert?”
Her pussy clenched at the lust filling his eyes. “That sounds totally wonderful.”
Liam turned around and waved a key. “This way, folks.” He led them to a first floor room.
“Wow. There’s a fireplace in the corner. I love it.”
“There’s also a balcony overlooking the river. The view will be spectacular in the morning.”
Mason slipped the suitcase from her fingers. “Come here. These last few days have been terribly hard for us.”
She looked up at him. “Hard for you?” She’d been the one who’d been drugged with Benadryl, tied up, then held at gunpoint. “I never want to see duct tape again.”
Mason drew her closer. “Liam and I want to make it up to you in the most intimate ways. Are you ready for that?”
She’d been ready for days, but both men were treating her like her grandmother’s china. “Yes, but only if you let me take off your clothes first. It will go a long way to help give back my sense of control.” She worked hard at keeping a straight face.
“Sure, angel. Anything.”
He bought that? Yes! “Okay, I want both of you to take off your boots.” They always were hard for her. Besides, removing shoes and
socks wasn’t sexy.
In a flash, both men stood before her in bare feet. Perfect.
She rubbed her palms together. “Where to start?”
“How about you getting naked? When you take your time undressing us, it’ll make us hornier.”
She laughed. What a wonderful idea. “Okay, but you can’t interrupt me.”
Liam tossed her the saddest looking frown. “All bets are off once we’re naked.”
“That’s fair. How about you sit on the bed and stay there?”
Looking like two boys playing musical chairs, they nearly crashed into one another at the end of the bed. Liam popped open his jeans. He was cheating, but as long as he didn’t go further, she wouldn’t say anything.
Taking off her shoes was an easy first choice, followed by her socks. The plush rug felt good on her tired toes. Too bad there wasn’t some sexy music to strip to, but she’d have to make the best of what she had. As slow as she could, she wiggled her hips and lifted her shirt over her head. She then whipped it around like a lasso, before letting it fly. It landed on the television. “Whoops.”
“You’re doing great, hon.” Liam smiled.
She unbuttoned then unzipped her jeans one tooth at a time. Her hand was nearly shaking by the time her fingers reached the bottom. Having seen a few shows where the women strip, Sarah turned her back to the men, leaned over, and ever so smoothly shimmied her jeans over her butt.
“Yowza. That’s some pretty ass. Isn’t it, Mase?”
“Hurry up, angel. I’m dying over here.”
She loved how her men always tried to make her feel beautiful. With another little wiggle here and a shimmy there, she lowered her jeans to her ankles, then stepped out of them. She turned around, down to her bra and undies. Since she wanted to get her hands on her men, she stepped out of her panties and then unhooked her bra. The men whistled and tossed out sexy calls until she’d dropped her undies.
Now naked she approached the men. With their gazes lasered on her face, they stood. It was almost as if they were afraid to peer at her naked form for fear of losing it.
“I’ll remove Mason’s shirt first, then Liam’s.”
“Hurry, hon. I don’t know how much longer I can stand here without ravishing you. The flight over tested my patience.”
It was hard for her to keep her hands to herself, too. With one big tug, she released Mason’s shirt from his slim waist. Instead of just lifting the material, she ran her hands under his shirt.
“No fair, angel. We’ll never last if you touch us too much.”
He did have a point. She wanted them to love her long and hard. If they exploded the second they entered her, where would the fun be in that?
With care, she raised Mason’s shirt and couldn’t help but admire how his pectorals ripped with each movement. She wanted to run her tongue across his man nipple, but she refrained. If she took her time to adore Mason, Liam would never stand for it.
She tossed Mason’s shirt on top of her discarded clothes. “Now it’s your turn, Liam.” He grinned. Taking the same amount of time as she had on Mason, she took off his shirt slowly and added it to the heap.
She stepped back. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Maybe you have Debbie to thank.” Mason chuckled. Clearly he knew the absurdity of that comment.
“I’d rather thank Harrison Kaplan.” He had the good sense not to target her the second time.
Not wanting to think any bad thoughts for the next two days, she feasted her eyes on the two hunks in front of her. “Jeans are next.”
She couldn’t decide if she wanted to take the briefs off with the jeans or remove them as two separate layers. Because her nipples had already hardened in anticipation, she decided the two-in-one idea was best.
Clasping hold of Mason’s jeans, she tugged, making sure to snag the briefs. His hand flew to the waistband and pulled the elastic outward as if he feared she’d take his cock with her. She swallowed a smile. Seconds later, he was standing in front of her naked.
As she moved over to Liam, Mason stepped behind her. “I’m not ready yet. Liam’s still dressed.”
“But I’m not, angel.” He leaned over and kissed her neck. His hands found her breasts and when he rubbed her nipples, she dropped back her head in total bliss.
“Aw, fuck it.” Liam stepped back, shucked his jeans and briefs in seconds and moved toward her. “It’s time for some real lovin’.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Both Mason and Liam lifted her up and carried her to the bed. They pulled down the spread and placed her gently on the cool, crisp sheets.
“Hold that pose, angel.” Mason rushed over to his suitcase and pulled out a pouch. He placed it at the foot of the bed, and then crawled alongside her. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment. For us to become one.”
His words thrilled her. “Me, too.”
Mason ran a thumb across her nipple, leaned over, and kissed her gently. “I never thought I’d find someone as amazing as you. I’ve got my problems and hang ups like the rest of the world, but I’m ready now to take the plunge. I love you, Sarah Jacobsen.”
A tear leaked out of her eye. “I love you, too, Mason.”
Liam moved next to her. “You ruined it, Mase. We were going to tell her together. After the fireworks.”
Mason stroked her cheek. “I couldn’t wait. I wanted her to know that we’ll always cherish her.”
Liam grunted and lifted her shoulder so that she was facing him. “I love you ten times what Mason does.” She opened her mouth and then he laughed. “Only kidding. We love you equally, though at times I’ll love you more.”
Mason growled, but she could tell they were playing with her. “Since I love you more than I could even say, how about we use actions instead of words.”
Liam tapped her nose. “Now why didn’t I think of that?”
He pulled her close and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness and passion while Mason pressed his chest against her back and ran his hand over her thigh. Every inch of her body caught on fire. Being with both men felt so damned good.
Mason leaned her on her back and scooted between her legs. “Now for my dessert.” He looked up at her and grinned. “You are one tasty-looking morsel.”
That made her laugh. Mason grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. When he dragged his knuckles along the inside of her thighs, goose bumps prickled her skin. Why he was taking his time making small swirls so close to her pussy, she didn’t know, but before she could beg him to touch her more intimately, Liam leaned over and kissed her.
They opened up at the same time and their tongues danced. She wanted to consume him and give all of herself. Liam and she sparred and parried until their thrusts matched their breaths.
She came up for air a second before Mason flicked his tongue through her folds.
“Oh, my Lord. Yes. More.” Her breath came out too fast.
Her mind splintered at the intensity with which Mason was assaulting her needy cunt. She wanted it hard and fast and furious. She reached for his head, but Liam drew both hands above her head and held her wrists tight with one hand.
He leaned over her and waited, probably to see if she’d rebel. This was Liam, not that Kaplan ass, and not Debbie. “I’m good.”
He grinned and dove down on one breast. High voltage lust shot through her. She bucked. He sucked harder. The shot of pain ran rampant for a moment then morphed into exquisite pleasure.
Mason planted a hand on her hip. “Stay still for me.” His tongue tripped over her clit and she nearly spiraled out of control. It had been too long since she’d made love with her men and she needed their cocks now. Begging, however, would do no good. They always seemed to have some master plan for her.
Liam pinched and pulled one nipple as he sucked on the other. For a time, the pressure would be intense and then he’d turn gentle, barely touching the fine hairs rising off her breasts. The combination was driving her crazy. She year
ned for more. “Please, Liam.”
He grinned and continued licking her now swollen nipples. Just as her climax built to a feverish pitch, he’d stop and trace a line with his tongue along her jaw. His kisses turned into small nibbles. She wanted to touch his skin, run her hands over his skin, but he held her tight, being in control.
“It’s time, Liam,” Mason said with a strangled voice.
Time? Could this really be it? The moment she’d been waiting for?
Liam nodded and let go of her hands. He slid on his back and dragged her on top. Having his skin against her made her melt. She loved how his chest hairs inflamed her already sensitive nipples. He kissed her hard.
“Here’s what I need you to do. Get on your knees.” Liam held her gaze as she did as he asked.
Now her dripping pussy was on his hard cock. “What about Mason?”
“Don’t worry about him. He’ll have his fill of your ass as soon as you ride me.”
Sarah lifted her chin, needing to exert some equality here. “I’ll ride you after I suck on you.”
He laughed. “Hear that, Mase? Our woman thinks she can control things.”
“Go ahead, angel. Suck all you want. You do have the control. Trust me. I know.”
She did love her men. She moved back between Liam’s legs and bent over to get a good angle on his cock. Only then did she realize why Mason was so willing to have her do this. Her ass was now nice and high.
“So sweet.” Mason kissed one ass cheek then the other. He truly acted as if this was going to be the best experience of his life. She hoped she didn’t disappoint him.
“Come on, hon.” Liam waved his cock.
All this stimulus was messing with her head. She leaned over, lifted his hard dick, and swiped the wonderful liquid pooling in his slit. His sweet tang did something to her insides. Or was the throbbing rushing through her body because Mason was rubbing her pussy?
“Mason!”
“What?” He slipped a finger into her hole and wiggled it again.
“I’m trying to concentrate.”
He added another finger. The man was hopeless. Knowing she wouldn’t have much time to do what she wanted, she leaned over and drew Liam’s thick cock into her mouth. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged.
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