Fantasmagorical

by Annmarie McKenna

  “Is there a problem?” Evan croaked. She sounded lame even to her own ears.

  “There could be,” Gabe all but grunted.

  Lance held out a hand and crooked a finger. Neither took their eyes off her as she swallowed and walked toward them. She could no more ignore his summons than she could grow wings and fly. Evan stopped when her knees touched his. His hand grasped hers and tugged, throwing her off balance so she landed in his lap.

  Only then did Gabe move. He stepped in behind her, sandwiching her between them. He bent and lifted her to tuck her knees between Lance’s hips and the arms of the chair. Might have been more awkward if the chair hadn’t been so wide, but this felt perfect.

  She braced herself with her hands on Lance’s chest and glanced back at Gabe. His eyes, like Lance’s, were filled with an intense possessiveness. Her breath caught in her throat. How could they look like they did and want to give her away tonight? It didn’t make sense.

  “We need to talk,” Lance said, diverting her attention off Gabe and back to him.

  This was it. Her heart sank. She sat back on Lance’s knees. Now’s the time to save yourself the humiliation.

  “So, I hear there’s a mixer tonight.” Evan almost choked on the words. “A little switcheroo.”

  Lance’s eyes widened in disbelief for a split second before narrowing into dangerous slits.

  Gabe’s hands pressed on her shoulders, bringing her back into contact with his front. His chest rumbled and he dug his thumbs into the tense muscles at the base of her neck. She nearly melted into his touch, but she had to show some bravado here.

  If they were going to let her go, she wasn’t going to show them how much it hurt. She stiffened and straightened her spine.

  Gabe’s hands gently pulled her back. “Relax,” he whispered.

  She could have sworn Lance gave him a visual warning over her shoulder but then the look was gone.

  “There is,” Lance continued. He steepled his fingers and tapped them against his chin.

  Her throat was so dry she could probably spit cotton. His mouth worked, pressing his lips together and apart as if he didn’t know how to say what he wanted to.

  Evan could do this for them. It might break her heart, but that’s where she was headed no matter what. What difference did two days make? The inevitable would happen now or then. Perhaps it was better to get it over with.

  “How does it work? Do I get picked out of a lineup, my name pulled out of a hat, what?” Tears threatened to break free from their tenuous hold at her eyelids. Couldn’t Lance see how much this was killing her?

  Lance’s nostrils flared. This time she did not imagine the hurt that crossed his face. Gabe’s fingers squeezed into her flesh almost painfully.

  “So…this is what you want? You want to go and be fucked by another man? We weren’t enough for you?” Lance fisted his hands. His face was pinched in anger.

  Evan sucked in a breath at his vehement suggestion. She shook her head sharply one time.

  “Lance,” Gabe barked.

  “How could you say that?” she rasped. The tears fell unchecked. Lance grasped her upper arms. He pulled her forward out of Gabe’s hold and hugged her to his chest.

  “Christ, I’m sorry, baby.” He rubbed his hand along her back.

  She could feel him shaking. And then it occurred to her. They didn’t want her to leave either. They wanted her to stay but tonight’s event was out of their hands. Evan pushed herself up and looked between both her men.

  “I don’t want to go tonight,” she ground out. “I thought you wanted me to, I thought maybe you were tired of me. I know how many girls you go through.”

  “Jesus,” Gabe hissed. “Stand up.” He helped her stand in the chair with one foot on either side of Lance’s thighs.

  Lance’s hands wandered the length of her legs as Gabe unfastened her shorts and pulled them down with her bikini bottom. Balancing her, they pulled the offending material off each foot and guided her into Lance’s lap again. Next came the shirt and bikini top, leaving her naked between two completely clothed men.

  Hmm. Serious case of déjà vu from the first day on the balustrade.

  “Let’s get one thing straight,” Lance snarled.

  Too late. There were already two things straight. One between her legs and the other pressed into her spine.

  “We don’t want another man to touch you ever again.”

  Evan gasped. Lance’s hands fumbled with his jeans. Gabe’s circled her and toyed with her nipples. She moaned and leaned her head back on his body. Lance slipped a finger through her slit. She clenched her thighs and bit her lip, knowing she was wet.

  “And if we ever see another man touching you, things are bound to get ugly.” Gabe’s teeth found her earlobe and bit. She whimpered. He tugged on her nipples, twisting them and making them hard, beaded pebbles.

  Her tummy flipped over. Were they serious? Did they want more than this week like she did? She couldn’t think. Not when a long finger slid into her pussy and curled to stroke a sweet spot deep inside her.

  “You know, Lance, I don’t believe this beautiful woman ever received a punishment this week, do you?”

  “I think you’re right.” Lance’s guttural reply made her pussy clench around his finger. She arched her back and lifted her arms around Gabe’s neck. A second finger joined the first. Lance thrust them in and out of her, drawing her juices out and spreading it closer and closer to her asshole.

  He hadn’t touched her clit, but it hummed and begged to be played with. She would explode if he did, she was so sensitized right now.

  “Bend over, honey. It’s time for me to pinken this pretty little ass of yours.”

  Evan panicked until she felt Lance’s arms around her middle. He brought one to tangle in her hair and his lips touched hers. Then she lost all thoughts of being scared.

  A solid smack rent the air followed by a sharp sting. She yelped and tried to pull away but Lance held fast. The burn brought another round of tears to her eyes, but something else she couldn’t determine, too.

  “That one is for screaming,” Gabe said, his hand soothing the hurt away then slipping between her folds to spread her moisture from her clit to her anus.

  Another smack to the other side. Her cry this time was caught by Lance’s lips where he devoured her mouth. The tingle moved, spreading from her ass to points south. Her pussy flooded. Again, he moved her juices, lingering on her pucker in the back, spearing her with the tip of his finger.

  “That one is for touching yourself.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but Gabe smacked her ass again.

  “Uh-uh, honey. I saw you. Don’t lie to me.” His breaths came faster and harder. Lance’s cock bounced around her nether lips. She tried to trap him there. Lance yanked his hips further into the cushion away from where she wanted it.

  Gabe slapped her a fourth time. She hissed as flames licked down her cheeks and zeroed in on her clit. She wiggled her ass back and forth. Anything to get him to slip the hand that soothed onto her pussy another time so he could douse the fire there.

  “And that is for thinking we could ever let you go,” he said grimly.

  Her heart soared. She rolled her forehead back and forth on Lance’s chest. His hands roamed her bare skin.

  “No. I don’t think that anymore,” she breathed. “Never want you to leave me.” She heard the rasp of a zipper and fabric being jerked off, then two hands settled on her abused butt cheeks.

  “Can you take us both?” Lance murmured, his hands spreading her cheeks so Gabe could continue preparing her tiny hole. Something cold replaced the heat of her spanking. It had to be lube. She didn’t know where it had come from and it didn’t matter. They could keep it tucked under the chair for all she cared. As long as it was available when they needed it which, apparently, it was.

  Evan nodded vigorously. “Yes, please.”

  “Sit on my cock, Evan,” Lance demanded.

  She did,
lowering herself until the head of his thick cock lodged inside her pussy. He lifted his hips and brought her down at the same time, impaling her on his entire length. His eyes slid shut, his head fell back on the chair. She clamped down on him and he hissed.

  “Do it now, Gabe, I’m not gonna last.”

  Gabe leaned over them both. One hand rested on the arm of the chair, the other guided his cock to her back entrance. “Deep breath, sweetheart, you can take me. Push back. That’s it,” he coaxed, working his length into her.

  She squirmed and panted until he was seated to the hilt. The pressure was exquisite. She’d never felt so full. There was pain, but not enough to make her want to stop.

  Gabe pulled out and pushed back in. Lance pulled out. They built up a rhythm, one in, one out until her eyes lost focus. With the way her body lay, her clit brushed over Lance’s belly, but it wasn’t enough.

  She groaned in frustration and suddenly a fingertip was there, covering her clit and rubbing in tiny little circles.

  The three of them moved in accordance like they’d done this a million times. Gabe grunted one last time and slammed into her. Hot splashes of come drenched her colon a second before Lance’s bombarded her womb. Yet the finger never stopped on her clit. She exploded around their cocks, milking them of the semen. The hair on Lance’s chest abraded her nipples, heaping sensation to an already blinding climax.

  Long minutes passed. No one spoke because they couldn’t do anything but breathe and feel.

  “You’re going to be the death of us,” Gabe muttered, pulling himself gently out of her ass.

  “Nuh-uh,” she disagreed. “You, me.” Logical sentence structure was beyond her at the moment.

  Lance lifted her face to his. “In case you didn’t catch this part, we love you and want you to be part of our lives, no matter where we live. We can relocate to your home, wherever that is, you can come to our home in Florida, or we can build anywhere you want. As long as we’re together.”

  The tears came again. Evan nodded, and knew she was smiling like a fool. She didn’t care where they lived either. Hell, she hadn’t even thought about them having a place somewhere beyond the island. She would have opted to stay here if it was the only way. Computers made it simple to work from just about anywhere. It didn’t even matter to her how fast this all had happened, she only knew she couldn’t live without them.

  “Yes.” She laughed, happier than she’d ever been in her whole life. “Yes.”

  His lips touched hers and then Gabe was there too and the three of them shared a kiss that bound them together forever.

  About the Author

  Between being a wife, mommy, cleaning woman, chauffer, coach and leader, there are a few minutes left to sneak in some writing time. Annmarie McKenna loves to hear from readers. You can visit her website at www.annmariemckenna.com or her blog at www.annmariemckenna.blogspot.com. Send an email to Annmarie at annmarmck@yahoo.com.

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  Aislinn Campbell is a clairvoyant, the latest in a long line of first-born daughters to the previous first-born daughter. All of them have fiery red hair and a second sight. Hiding from her ex in the presence of a sexy ex-military millionaire seems the safest way to start over. Until she “sees” his death.

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  After he’s injured in an accident, Kyle isn’t about to leave Aislinn unprotected for a second. He coaxes her into more than just tending to his wounds. Because making Aislinn believe in him and her together far outweighs anything her ex can dish out.

  Enjoy the following excerpt from Two Sighted:

  Aislinn looked fucking gorgeous this morning, as always. Freckles danced across her nose and cheeks. Kyle wanted to count them. With his lips. Her green eyes sparkled like brilliant emeralds from the laughter she’d been engaged in with Christina a minute ago. Sometime soon she’d laugh with him the same way. He was working on it, slowly but surely.

  When she walked, the unruly red hair she had in its usual ponytail swished across the back of her neck, trickling over delicate skin. When he finally got her into bed, that space would be one of the first places he tasted. Aislinn never quite pulled the hair all the way through the band, but left the ends tucked in so the tail became a bun. Sort of, he guessed. Kyle had no clue what women called those particular things.

  He only knew he couldn’t wait to strip the elastic out of her hair and feel all those glorious fire red strands sliding over his thighs as she sucked his cock.

  His dick twitched inside his jeans, coming to life the way it had every day for the last six months. If her past was anything to go by—and he knew it was—he had very little time left to make her his before she bolted again. He wasn’t about to let that happen. It was time for her to stop running. And he was the man prepared to see to her safety.

  She didn’t know it, but Kyle had been keeping a periodic eye on her since the moment he’d learned the reason she’d come to Turner Industries in the first place. Hell, she’d only been there for three days when his private investigator had come in with a background check on Aislinn—a background that included an abusive ex who had stalked and tormented the fiery redhead until she felt the need to get a restraining order.

  The order had only succeeded in pissing the bastard off to the point of attack. According to the police reports, Aislinn had barely lived through the terrifying ordeal. Kyle fisted his hands, remembering the pictures he’d seen of her battered face. The fucker should be in jail. Instead he was out there somewhere, hiding like the little mole he was.

  Where the urge to protect her so fiercely came from, Kyle had no idea. He only knew that from the second she’d walked into his office, he had to have her. The background check had given him pause and made him back off when he would have started in immediately trying to make her his. If he waited much longer, his cock was likely to shrivel up and fall off from lack of use. It knew Kyle’s hand in explicit detail, but it wanted the soft recesses it would find buried deep in Aislinn’s pussy.

  He fully applauded her attempt to flee David Tarkell. She’d done an excellent job, moving from place to place, never staying in one location for more than eight months or so, never getting attached to the people she worked with. Except she had this time. He could tell how close she’d gotten to Christina. He even recognized her initial wariness to do so.

  “Coffee, Mr. Turner?”

  He growled low in his throat, loud enough for her to hear, if the way her spine stiffened was any indication. Kyle hated the way she said his name. Or rather, didn’t. No matter how many times he’d asked her to call him Kyle, she still refused. He guessed it was some sort of defense mechanism. If she didn’t get close to anyone, it was easier to move on.

  “Coffee?”

  Kyle cleared his throat. “Please.”

  She moved past him, carefully skirting his body even as he crowded her between himself and the desk. Her sharp, white teeth bit on the full lower lip he couldn’t wait to taste.

  He
inhaled her scent as she came within inches of him—a combination of something fruity from whatever shampoo she washed her hair with and all woman. Based on the fact he could smell her sweet essence, she sure as hell wasn’t as immune to him as she would like to believe. He would bet anything she was wet under the shapeless black slacks.

  He snorted. If she thought she was hiding anything from him, she was sadly mistaken. She could wear a potato sack and he’d still be able to see her great body. The only thing left to do was strip the material from her so he could actually feel the perfect skin he knew he would find beneath.

  “Do you have a duster?” she blurted, rolling the words together.

  Kyle jerked his gaze from her ass to her face as she turned around, coffee in one shaky hand, eyes wide, lip still being worried by those teeth.

  Fuck. At the rate she was going, she’d have a hole in that lip by noon. He moved to her slowly, an eyebrow quirked. She’d thrown him for a loop for sure.

  “As in…feather?” he asked, getting closer and not even beginning to imagine where she was headed with the question. He knew what he’d like to do with a feather duster and a whole lot of her gorgeous, bare skin.

  She swallowed and two spots of red graced her pale cheeks.

  “Oh God.” Her cheeks got impossibly redder and he bit back a smile.

  “And just why is it you want to know if I have a feather duster?” he whispered, running his knuckles up the arm holding out the mug. Beneath the white blouse she wore, her nipples puckered. He wondered if she even noticed how her body responded to him because he sure the hell did. She tensed and sucked in a breath, but he didn’t let up. It was time for her to stop running.

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