by Marla Monroe
“Go on over and get wrapped back up in your covers, Cynthia. You’re going to freeze standing there like that,” Roy said.
“Just tell me why you’re here, Roy.”
He and Aden exchanged glances. Then Aden cleared his throat.
“We came to find out why you left. You didn’t even say anything. You just packed and left,” he said.
Cynthia closed her eyes and fought not to lose control again. She couldn’t afford to break down in front of them. She walked over to the chair and sat down, wrapping the quilt around her like armor.
“You weren’t there. You were never at home anymore and didn’t seem to want to be around me. When I asked what was going on, you kept telling me nothing and not to worry about it. It was obvious to me that you were tired of being around me and were just trying to be nice until Christmas was over with. I didn’t see any reason to hang around,” she said with a shrug.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Aden asked, walking over to sit on the edge of the couch across from her.
“I tried to, but you were so preoccupied with whatever is going on, that you weren’t even listening to me. You just brushed me off.”
“Talk to us now, baby. What’s going on?” Roy asked.
“What’s the use? It’s obvious that it’s over. You’ve found someone else or you’re just tired of being around me now.” She was struggling not to cry again. If they made her cry, she’d hit them.
“Do you want it to be over?” Aden asked.
“Does it even matter anymore?” she asked. “If you’re seeing someone else, I can’t handle that. Maybe I should be able to deal with it, but I can’t.” She felt the first tear fall and felt like screaming at them for making her cry. She’d sworn she wasn’t going to waste another tear on them. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t let them tear her apart like this anymore and just seeing them again had made her a liar.
“Damn you both to hell! I was done with crying over you. I wasn’t going to let you hurt me like this again,” she sobbed.
Roy made a strangled sound and picked her up before settling her on his lap when he sat in her chair. He crushed her in his arms, burying his face against her neck. She could have sworn he was crying with her.
“Cynthia, we never meant to hurt you. We aren’t seeing anyone else. We’ve never even looked at another woman since we met you. I’m so sorry we hurt you like this. We were trying to surprise you with something we were making for you and neglected you in the process,” Aden said, going to his knees once again.
He scooted over next to the chair and pulled her hands into his, holding them next to his chest. “We love you, honey. We love you more than anything and would never willingly hurt you. We’re so sorry that we did. We should have listened to you when you were trying to talk to us. We never should have left you alone all the time.”
“Why did you? If you needed some space, why didn’t you say something?” she asked between snivels.
“We didn’t need space. We were making something for you for Christmas and let it consume us. I wanted to have it ready in time for you to be surprised on Christmas morning. It was wrong to leave you on your own so much, but especially when we were just getting to know each other and hadn’t really learned to trust each other enough to deal with the bumps yet. I’m so sorry, Cyn. Please forgive us. Please give us another chance.” Aden pulled her hands up and kissed them.
“We love you so much, baby girl. Please don’t leave us. Give us another chance.” Roy’s husky voice in her neck had the tears falling again.
“You weren’t going to ask me to leave after Christmas?” she asked.
“No. We don’t want you to ever leave us. We want you with us forever,” Roy told her.
“Why didn’t you care about me keeping the house?”
“We were scared if we told you to sell it that you would balk at living with us and leave. We were just trying to keep you satisfied so you would stay,” Aden confessed. “We never dreamed you would think that we weren’t sure about the three of us. We thought you understood that we were serious about us.”
She didn’t know what to think. They were there begging her to come back and had been on their knees outside in the snow for a good fifteen minutes while she’d sat there ignoring them. Would men who weren’t serious go to that much trouble and discomfort if they weren’t sincere?
“Roy.” Aden jerked his head toward him.
Roy got up and settled her back in the chair then got back on his knees next to Aden. The two men looked at each other. Aden reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and held it up to her.
“Cynthia, will you do us the honor of marrying us?” they said together.
“We want to spend the rest of our lives loving you. We want to have a family with you and grow old watching our grandchildren and great-grandchildren play with you,” Roy said.
“We want to make love with you every night and wake up with you between us every morning,” Aden added.
She just stared at them kneeling on the floor with wet jeans. They had to be freezing despite the coats. They were asking her to marry them and share their life. Not thirty minutes before, she’d felt as if her entire life had gone to hell, leaving her empty and alone. Now the very men she’d sworn to forget were asking her to dedicate her life to them. How had she gotten things so wrong?
“Cynthia?” Roy asked, his voice cracking.
“I love you both so much. I’m scared to say anything. I’m afraid this is all a dream and I’ll wake up sitting her in this chair and it was all a dream,” she whispered.
Roy leaned forward and pinched her hard on the thigh. “Ow!”
“It’s not a dream. Say yes, baby girl and let’s start the making love part,” he said.
She rubbed her thigh with one hand and glared at him. “Yes. I’ll marry you both. After I beat the crap out of you for pinching me.” She jumped up and ran toward the bedroom.
She could hear them scrambling to follow her. She didn’t bother trying to close the door. They’d break it down, and then she’d have to have it fixed before she could sell it.
When she crawled into bed, she nearly bounced right back out when two huge men jumped in on either side of her. She screamed then laughed as they fought over kissing her.
“We love you so much, baby girl. Don’t ever walk away from us again. Knock us upside the head if you have to make us talk, but don’t ever leave us,” Roy said.
“Hey, speak for yourself,” Aden said. “I don’t want her to hit me in the head. Women tend to use frying pans for that.”
Roy claimed her mouth, sinking into her with his kiss until she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to breathe again. His tongue tangled with hers as he mapped every nook and cranny before pulling back and nibbling his way around her chin to suck on her earlobe.
Aden unbuttoned her top and pulled it off of her before moving on to pull the bottoms off as well. She lost track of Roy while Aden removed her PJs. To her surprise, when Roy returned to the bed, he was totally nude. She reached out and traced his chest with her fingers, plucking lightly at his nipples. Roy smiled down at her with a devilish smile before leaning over and licking one of her nipples in return. She closed her eyes and moaned at how good it felt. Her eyes flew open, and she nearly jumped out of the bed with a scream when he nipped the distended bud afterwards.
“Roy!”
He chuckled. “I couldn’t resist. You taste so good that I had to take a bite.”
“You should taste her sweet pussy, man. It’s delicious,” Aden said from the foot of the bed.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Roy kissed her nose then walked around to where Aden was kneeling between her legs.
Cynthia leaned up on her elbows to see what they had planned. Roy leaned in and licked her slit, stopping just short of her clit. The obvious look of pleasure on his face paired with the feel of his tongue gliding over her pussy had her eyes rolling back in her head.
No freaking wonder men liked to watch.
They took turns licking her pussy lips, running their tongues all around her clit in the process. The pressure to come built twice as fast with her watching and seeing both of them laving her folds. It was too much and it wasn’t nearly enough all at the same time. She wanted more but didn’t think she’d be able to handle it.
Without warning her, they each thrust a finger inside her drenched cunt at the same time. This time she did scream as they stretched and filled her.
“Oh, God!”
“Does it fill good having us both fingering your hot cunt, baby girl?” Roy asked, his voice husky.
“So good. Please. I need to come.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of where they were slowly pumping their fingers in and out of her.
Aden nodded at Roy with a grin. Roy didn’t waste time. He licked over her clit once, twice, then sucked it into his hot mouth and rubbed it with the tip of his tongue. He hummed against her tender tissues as both men continued to pump their fingers in and out of her cunt.
White hot lightning raced down her spine to center at her clit. Cynthia dropped back to the bed, no longer able to hold herself up. She grasped her nipples with her fingers and pulled and twisted them, adding more tension to the mix.
“She’s playing with her tits, Roy. That’s so fucking hot, Cyn. Pinch them hard for me,” Aden said.
Roy groaned against her pussy lips as he continued to suck her clit. That vibration was all it took to send her careening into pleasure. She felt as if she were floating on a sea of warm water as her body trembled. Cynthia fought between the need to squeeze her nipples and grab hold of Roy’s head to keep him right where he was.
The glorious sensations went on and on until she finally had to beg them to stop. Her oversensitized clit was aching and every muscle in her body threatened to cramp on her. They released her from their hold and stroked her skin as she caught her breath again. Then Aden climbed up on the bed next to her and rolled her over on top of him.
“What?” she asked in a sleepy voice.
“We’re not finished yet, sweet Cyn,” he said.
She smiled but didn’t open her eyes until Roy pulled her up while Aden positioned his cock at her pussy’s entrance. Then she looked down and watched as her body slowly swallowed Aden’s hard dick inch by slow, delicious inch. By the time he was completely inside of her, Cynthia was wide awake again and relishing the feel of him resting at her womb’s entrance. When he moved her up and then down again, the crown of his cock bumped her cervix even harder than Roy’s had.
“Yes!” she hissed out as he once again impaled her on his hard shaft.
Before she was ready for it to end, Roy pressed her toward Aden’s chest so that her ass was open and available to him. Aden wrapped his arms around her back and stroked up and down her spine as Roy squeezed lube on her butt crack. She couldn’t help the shiver that rolled down her body at the feel of the cold lube on her overheated skin.
“Easy, baby girl. You know we won’t hurt you,” Roy said, massaging her ass.
He rubbed the slick lubricant over her back hole then slowly pressed inward until the tip of his finger slid inside. Then he repeated the process, dragging more and more of the lube into the hole with his finger. After a few seconds, he continued to press at the tiny opening until she felt his hand rest against her ass. It surprised her that she hadn’t really felt anything other than a slight pressure.
“That’s it, baby girl. You’ve got my whole finger. Let’s add another one,” Roy said.
She felt more lube drop on the little rosette then more pressure. It started to sting some this time, but after a second, his other finger popped through with only a little pinch. He pumped in and out of her ass in slow thrusts. She began to feel the first stirrings of pleasure from the movement. Could she come just by having her ass played with? It didn’t seem possible. It hadn’t occurred to her the first time they’d done this that maybe some of the immense pleasure she’d felt having them both inside of her at one time might have come from her ass.
A moan escaped her before she could stop it. Aden groaned in response.
“Roy. I think she’s ready, man. She’s quivering around me. Our sweet Cyn likes having her ass played with.”
“Are you ready for me, baby?” Roy asked. His voice had gotten deeper and even raspier than before.
“Yes,” she hissed out.
Roy withdrew his fingers and squeezed more lube in her back entrance. Then he positioned his thick cock and pressed forward. The flare of his crown was much wider than his two fingers had been and thicker than Aden’s cock. The pressure quickly turned into a burn as he forced his way past the tight inner ring of her anus.
“Oh, God, it stings,” she said with a groan.
“Do I need to stop, Cyn? I don’t want to hurt you,” Roy said.
“No. Don’t stop.” She would kill him if he stopped now.
Another press of his cock and the crown popped through, tearing a guttural moan from Roy and a grunt from Aden as she suddenly had less space for him inside of her cunt.
Roy rested his forehead against her back then pulled out and pushed all the way in as Aden pulled out. Their rocking motion soon increased in speed as they settled into a steady rhythm. Cynthia was much more aware of her body and how they were stimulating her in so many different ways this time. It was amazing. The slight burning pain soon morphed into a heated pleasure that engulfed her with each rock of their bodies together.
“Fuck. So fucking good, baby,” Roy said so low she nearly missed it.
“Tight. God, she’s tight and hot,” Aden added. “I’m not going to last.”
“Please, don’t stop. So good. So close,” she whined as they thrust and retreated over and over.
Aden reached between them and located her clit with one finger while he helped Roy maneuver her back and forth, on and off of their cocks. She moaned in appreciation when he began to stroke the little nub.
“Oh, yes. That’s it. Harder. Fuck me harder,” she pleaded in a hoarse voice.
They took her at her word and began to pound into her body, Aden in her wet cunt and Roy in her hot ass. Together they gave her what she wanted, what she needed. She’d never felt anything so wonderful as having her two men inside of her at the same time.
“Can’t hold out any longer,” Aden said.
“I’m…” Her own scream of completion cut off her words as the orgasm rolled over and through her like a great crashing wave of intense pleasure.
Pure white-hot ecstasy consumed her in a wash of sensation. A ringing in her ears obscured anything the men might have said, but she couldn’t miss the heat of their cum filling the condoms or the way they lost their rhythm and pounded into her body at will. Stars exploded behind her eyes and for a brief moment, she lost all focus.
When she finally floated back to the ground, it was to feel their hands stroking her body. The roar in her ears dimmed and she heard them tell her how much they loved her.
“I love you both, too. More than anything,” she said.
“You’re our everything, baby girl,” Roy said.
Aden kissed her softly and smiled. “Our sweet taste of Cyn.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for about eleven years now. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading. She writes everything from sizzling hot contemporary cowboys, and dangerously addictive shifters to science fiction ménages with the occasional bad-ass biker thrown in for good measure.
Marla lives in the southern US and works full time at a busy hospital. When not writing, she loves to travel, spend time with her cats, and read. She’s always eager to try something new and especially enjoys the research for her books. She loves to hear from readers about what they are looking for next. You can reach Marla at [email protected]
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