On the way up the tree, she’d wondered if they’d want to make love tonight, and now she had her answer as she placed a hand over both their groins and found their hardening erections. “Can we?”
With a crooked little grin on his handsome lips, Duke replied, “We’re as safe as we would be in one of our beds at home and we brought everything we need. Have you ever been made love to in a tree before, sweetheart?”
Duke’s occasional use of that old-fashioned endearment never failed to thrill her, and she shook her head playfully as she thought of how it would feel to make love up there.
Gage pressed kisses to the other side of her throat. “Hold still, angel.”
She did as he asked, and he unhooked her safety harness and slipped it from her so they could peel the rest of her clothing off. They reattached and adjusted it so it fit her properly. She shivered as she simultaneously felt a cool breeze blow over her and a hot wave of warmth and moisture to her pussy.
Duke bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth as Gage latched on to the other one. She shivered with lust and need as Gage’s fingers sought out her pussy and teased her lips before he slid two fingers into her. The portaledge rocked and wobbled gently, and her whole body trembled as she gave over to the sensations they created inside her.
Duke released her nipple and said, “Into the sleeping bag with you, Em. We don’t want you to get chilled.”
They helped her into the bag and arranged her lines so she’d be comfortable then stripped down to bare skin, showing her firsthand how turned on they were by the idea of fucking her up in a tree. Both their cocks stood rigid and erect.
“I see I’m not the only one who went commando tonight,” she said with a giggle.
Gage’s eyes glittered with desire as he slid in beside her and said, “One less thing to worry about, angel.”
Duke climbed in as well and they turned her so that Gage was pressed to her back and Duke was pressed to her front.
Gage stroked her hair away from her throat and laid kisses there as Duke kissed her and then murmured, “Would you like to finally mark number one off our bucket list, Em?”
A wave of sizzling heat passed through her body as she replied, “You have no idea how much. It would be perfect.” The Blue Ridge Mountains at sunset would be an idyllic setting for her first ménage.
Duke kissed the corner of her mouth and said, “Just close your eyes and relax, Em. Let us take care of you.”
“Oh…that can be arranged,” she whispered as they continued to ply her with heady, sweet kisses.
“We have plenty of room to maneuver on the portaledge, and we’re all harnessed safely, but for tonight just let us do the work, Emma.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Their cozy, goose-down nest warmed up just fine as they heated her up as well. Duke kissed her and rubbed her neck and shoulders soothingly, and Gage played with her nipples and teased her wet pussy with his fingers until she was arching and wiggling between the two of them, trying to get relief from the fire building inside her.
Every sensation was magnified as she lay with them, listening to the sounds of the forest settling into dusk. The canopy was still gathered up at the rope pinnacle of their portaledge above them. They were concealed only by the sleeping bag and held cupped inside the hammock-like confines of the red canvas-covered metal structure.
She detected the scent of wood smoke on the air from a nearby campsite, and a lusty thrill went through her that while nobody could see them way up in the tree, they were still surrounded by campers on the ground. She chortled softly, wondering if people might hear her when she came.
When Duke asked what made her laugh, she replied, “There are campers nearby, aren’t there?”
Duke’s responding chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Another exhibitionist fantasy, Emma?”
She didn’t deny it and nodded as she sighed luxuriously. She heard the rip of two foil wrappers and waited as they both rolled the condoms on. The cap on a bottle of lubricant popped open. Gage must’ve carried the lubricant close to his body, because she was surprised when the lube was body temperature instead of cold. She was touched by his consideration as he applied the slick gel to her asshole and began stroking. This was only the second time they’d had anal sex, and he took his time preparing her as Duke kissed her over and over as he played with her slippery cunt. Emma gazed into Duke’s gray eyes when he opened them, and she could see the desire simmering there. He smiled at her and kissed her again.
Against her shoulder, Gage murmured, “I love you, angel. The last two months with you have been the best time of my life.” Oh, mine too. He pulled away and looked over her shoulder and into her eyes. “I mean that. You make me a very happy man. When I’m away from you I feel like part of me is missing.”
Duke nodded as he pressed kisses to her throat. “Me, too, Em. There is nothing like being with you. Loving you is so easy.”
Emma felt like warm, pliable taffy between them as she whispered, “I never thought I’d be so lucky, to be loved like this. You two mean everything to me. My life is better because you’re in it.”
Gage slid his warm hand around her waist and used the other hand to position his sheathed and lubed cock at her back entrance. She tilted her head and kissed him as he thrust against her tight asshole. The lubrication worked wonders, and she delighted in the sensation as he thrust against her again and again, gaining ground in her tingling ass with each motion.
She moaned at the exquisite sensation as his cock finally slid past her tight muscles. He inched in by degrees, and the slow burn inside her flamed higher. She arched her back and wiggled against him, trying to take more, until he growled and stilled her movements.
He slid his hand down the back of her thigh and lifted it to open her for Duke as he prepared to enter her, after he’d used a little of the lubricant, too. Gage shifted their combined weight so she lay against his chest, impaled on his cock. She gasped as the portaledge swung gently and then settled again.
“That’s the other reason we wanted you to just relax and let us to do the work tonight. We can try wilder ménage positions once we get home,” Duke murmured with a chuckle as he positioned his cock against her wet opening. “But we wouldn’t want to flip out of the portaledge, lose our sleeping bag, and be hanging out in the open buck-ass naked, when we could be cuddled together fucking, fifty feet above the ground.”
Emma whimpered as he thrust gently. “Makes perfect sense. Oh, that feels so good.” His cock slithered against her lips, and he thrust again. While she knew they would both fit, she was shocked by how tightly filled she felt as he slid in. She undulated her hips, causing Gage to groan, and took a bit more of Duke until they were both lodged deep inside her. Her hands shook, and hot and cold tremors raced through her body. She responded with an answering groan when Gage thrust against her then pulled out.
“Oh, Gage,” she moaned when he pushed back inside, and she bit her lip as Duke thrust as Gage pulled out. They established a gentle, slow rhythm that quickly had her begging for them to move faster.
Gage pressed his parted lips to the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “Angel, you feel so fucking good.”
All she could do was try to lie still between them as they slowly fucked her to near insanity. The portaledge gently swayed, and she couldn’t tell if it was from a wayward breeze or if it was due to their movements. The blaze inside their little haven grew into an inferno.
Her legs trembled and her pussy tightened as her orgasm threatened to erupt. “Oh—I’m coming, I’m coming, oh—”
Her breath exploded from her a second before Duke kissed her to muffle her moans and cries as the tension within her finally sprang loose. Her body went rigid between them, and the pulses raged through her as Duke and Gage thrust in hard, pistoning strokes until they both froze and groaned at the same time. Duke tilted his head back, and every muscle in him strained as he came, growling lustily. Gage squeezed her tightly from behind, and she could feel the tension inside him
vibrating against her back as his cock pulsed deep in her ass.
She went limp against Gage, unable to move as the forest grew gradually darker around them. She realized she’d dozed off when she felt Gage gently withdraw. She snuggled down into the pillow as she listened to the sounds of a Ziploc bag opening, which both men placed their used condoms in.
“I’m going to move you for a second, angel. Just relax.” She smiled blissfully, thinking she could do nothing else but relax considering the altered state they’d worked her into. Gage fiddled around with another bag, and then she felt the unexpected sensation of him cleaning her up with wet wipes. “Just cleaning up real quick,” he murmured as he brushed a soft kiss to her neck. Once the job was done and the Ziploc put away, both men cuddled close to her.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Duke asked as he tenderly kissed her cheek.
She burrowed her forehead against the crook of his shoulder and said, “Oh, yes. That was incredible. I love you.” The last thing she remembered was whispered endearments from both of them and kisses to her face and shoulders before they bundled up together and fell asleep.
Chapter Twelve
Gage lifted Emma’s camera from the café table and shot a picture of her with powdered sugar dotting the tip of her nose while she happily nibbled on her beignet. He chuckled when he pointed it out to her, and she crossed her eyes to see as he snapped a picture.
Laughing at her antics, Duke removed the piece of yellow paper from his pocket and unfolded it. Gage handed him a pen, and Duke said, “Beignets and café au lait at Café Du Monde, New Orleans. Check.”
Emma giggled and wiggled in her seat as she crowed with a mouthful of beignet. “Yeah!”
Watching her enjoy herself was worth so much more to him than whether or not they ever completed every item on the list. They’d taken a different route through Louisiana on the trip to Georgia, so on the journey home they’d driven through New Orleans so they could stop at the legendary French Market coffee stand.
Gage looked at the list and said, “We’ll have to swing back through here one spring and mark Mardi Gras off our list.”
Duke looked up from the page and grinned. “You won’t have to twist my arm to come back to New Orleans. You know, it’s not technically a bucket list item, but next stop…”
Gage laughed out loud and said, “We could probably time it so we hit Henderson at suppertime. Mmm.”
Emma licked the confectioner’s sugar from her upper lip and asked, “What’s in Henderson?”
Duke rolled his eyes dreamily and replied, “Only some of the best crawfish étouffée to be found in the Atchafalaya Basin, and crawfish pie that will bring tears to your eyes, sweetheart. I guarantee you have never seen anyone put away as much Cajun food as we can.”
“I’ve never had crawfish before.”
Duke grinned at him, and Gage said, “Well, angel, this is your lucky day. They have all kinds of seafood there, plus chicken and steaks. Although, I think you would like the crawfish. They make it more ways than any other place I’ve ever been to.”
Emma had spent two nights with them in the Chattahoochee National Forest in the North Georgia mountains, hiking, fishing, tree camping, and making love until they could barely breathe or move. Now today, on the way home, she looked more relaxed and contented than Gage had yet seen her. The time away from the stress and long hours of work had been good for her.
The second night they tree camped, a rainstorm had come, and they’d barely gotten the canopy down before it reached them. They’d made love to the sound of the fat droplets landing on the canopy, leaves, and branches around them. Snuggled up in their warm little haven had been a magical moment that he’d never forget. Thankfully, the temperatures never dipped below the fifties either night.
Emma said, “I’m up for trying something new. Crawfish it is.”
Later that evening, after a supper at Pat’s Fisherman’s Wharf that was fit for a king, the three of them decided to stay overnight and have breakfast in Henderson before making the last part of the journey home the next morning.
“My stomach is so full I could bust, guys. I’m glad we decided to stay,” Emma said sleepily as they carried their bags into the motel room at the Edgewater Inn, next to the restaurant. “Do they serve breakfast?”
Both men chuckled, and Gage said, “That’s how you know she liked the food. She’s stuffed but she’s already asking if they serve breakfast.”
They showered together and fell into bed in an exhausted, overfed coma. It rained on the way home the next day. Even though it was a long drive, riding with Emma cuddled up next to him in the truck was a nice way to end the first vacation any of them had taken in years. The thought of her parting ways with them when they got home came to Gage, and even though she would be mere feet away from him, it brought a lingering pain to his chest. She could come home with them. She should come home with them. Gage pondered it for a while and, not for the first time, thought what it would be like if they did live together.
He shook his head unconsciously, knowing that as a doctor in the community she couldn’t just move in with them.
Quietly, Duke asked, “What’s on your mind?”
Emma didn’t stir, and Gage realized the look on his face must’ve clued Duke into his thoughts.
Gage sighed softly and replied, “Just thinking I’ll miss her when we get home. I like having her…so close by.” Gage stroked her hair and gently kissed the top of her head.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Duke said, “I was thinking about that earlier.”
“I’m going to miss her, more than ever.”
The kinds of hours the three of them sometimes kept had been a constant challenge, though making time to be together had never been a point of contention. Sitting on the bench seat of the truck, Gage had never felt so relaxed, but he couldn’t account for the hollow feeling in his chest.
“I know what you mean.”
* * * *
Emma sighed heavily as she placed her luggage on the bed to unpack. She should feel happy, relaxed, and refreshed right now. Why did she feel so depressed? She’d just had seven solid days with the men of her dreams. She’d been made love to six ways to Sunday. She should be craving rest, but she just wanted more of them. She heard footsteps above her as she unzipped her bags. If they knew about her pathetic thoughts, what would they think?
While putting her belongings away, she recalled the way the fog had risen during the early morning hours when they’d tree camped. The fog had rolled in and blanketed the water all the way up the tree line so that it felt like they were floating above the clouds. She’d lain there for a few minutes, just staring in wonder at it, and then took pictures so she’d always have the memory.
Once she was done unpacking, she went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of chamomile tea. After she popped the teabags in the steaming water she looked out the window at the overcast sky and decided to crack it open a bit and let in some fresh air. The tea was brewing when she noticed two shopping bags on her kitchen counter. Before the trip, she’d purchased supplies for restocking the medical emergency box she kept in her Aztek. Thinking that might be a great way to distract herself from her Sunday evening blues, she lifted her keys from their hook by the door and went outside to bring the big utility box in.
Stepping out over the threshold she noticed a faded blue van parked across the rural road from the apartment building. The windows on the van were tinted, but she could see someone sitting in the front seat. She thought she’d seen the van parked there before but couldn’t be sure.
Shrugging, Emma walked around the building to the parking lot. The temperature was mild, and the scent of rain was in the air. The cup of tea brewing in her apartment fit her mood. While she was out there, she also checked her mailbox, which was stuffed. She followed the sidewalk back around to her front door and halted in her tracks when she saw a woman dressed in sweats and a man’s heavy camouflage jacket waiting by her door.
; “Can I help you, ma’am?” Emma asked, a shiver of unease running up her spine as the much shorter woman made eye contact with her. Intuition told her to back away, but before she could, the woman lifted a revolver from the voluminous folds of the coat and pointed it directly at her.
“Yes. You can do exactly as I say. Turn around and walk casually with me back out to the blue van. Don’t you dare make a sound or I’ll shoot you where you stand.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Gage’s girlfriend. I already know who you are and what you’ve been doing with him.” Righteous anger rang in her clear voice as though she’d somehow caught Emma in wrongdoing.
Emma didn’t believe the woman could be Gage’s girlfriend even for an instant. There was something not right about her. The zealous gleam in the woman’s eyes cautioned Emma to not push her too hard, but she had to know. “I’ve been dating Duke and Gage for a couple of months now. If you’re Gage’s girlfriend, where have you been all this time?”
“Waiting for him to come to his senses. Obviously you’ve been a distraction but not anymore. Do as I said.” She motioned with the revolver for Emma to turn and walk down the sidewalk out to the main road.
The woman nudged her with the muzzle of the revolver, and Emma stepped off the concrete porch and walked past the stairs that led up to the two apartments above hers.
“What is your name?” Emma asked as she turned to look back at the woman. “Where are you taking me?”
“My name is Amy. Not that it is any of your business,” she sneered. “I’m taking you someplace where we can have a chat in private.”
Recalling the instruction from a self-defense class, Emma was relatively certain that what Amy meant by “somewhere private” was a place where she could kill her and dispose of her body unseen. She looked back at Amy and happened to glimpse Duke in her peripheral vision, standing outside his front door upstairs.
Amy walked closely behind her and nudged her with the weapon again. “Keep walking. They’re upstairs gaming with their online buddies and don’t have a clue. I can hear them from down here. They’ll probably be on for hours.”
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