Mark grabbed her other hand. “We dated both women and men before we fell for each other. So, yes, we like women, too. We especially like you.”
Becca’s eyes widened in surprise. “Me? You want me?”
Travis grinned at her shock. Apparently, they hadn’t been too obvious. “Yes, you, sweet girl. We want to date you, court you. How do you feel about that?”
Mark ran his hand up her arm. He had a worried expression. “How do you feel about being with two guys who are also with each other? I know your dad is with Steve and Ellie, but it doesn’t mean you want that kind of relationship for yourself. Will you think about it? We’re crazy about you.”
Becca seemed a little dazed by their declaration. Travis squeezed her hand in reassurance. “Take all the time you need to think about it. Being with two men is a big decision. Being with two men who are already in a relationship is an even bigger one. We won’t rush you.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water on the golden sand.
They finally paused next to the hotel pool. Becca had been very quiet. Travis could feel the dread building in the pit of his stomach. She was trying to find a gentle way to let them down.
“It’s okay if you don’t want us that way. Mark and I are big boys. We can take the truth.”
Becca turned away for a minute and then turned back. “Honestly, I’m in shock. It never occurred to me that you would want me. I’m attracted to you, too. But you’re right. It just hit me that it’s a big decision to get involved with two men who have been together as long as you two have. I never thought I would say this, but I do think I should think about it.”
Travis brushed a stray hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “We’ll wait as long as it takes. We’re not interested in anyone else. Just you. You take our breath away. You look so beautiful tonight. Do you always look this beautiful?”
Becca smiled, her annoyance disappearing, and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I do. It’s a curse.”
Travis smiled. He couldn’t help himself. He had told the truth when he said he couldn’t behave. He had imagined this for months. Maybe a kiss or two would sway her in their favor, and Mark had been pushing him to take a chance. He lowered his head, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “Didn’t the prince lift the curse with a kiss?”
* * * *
Becca caught her breath as Travis lowered his lips to hers, softly brushing against them. Her lips parted instinctively, and he swooped down, taking her lips in a soul-searing kiss that curled her toes in its intensity. His tongue played with her lips before boldly staking his claim to her mouth. Each rub of his tongue against hers sent arrows of pleasure to her clit and tightened her nipples in response.
Her hands traveled up his arms and clung to his broad shoulders. She could feel his heartbeat through his thin shirt synchronizing with her own. He lifted his head, brushing her lips once more before moving aside. She blinked in confusion before realizing Mark intended to kiss her, too.
“You look so gorgeous tonight, sweet girl. We just have to steal a kiss in the moonlight.”
Mark’s deep voice vibrated through his chest. She could feel it against her palm as she slid her hands up his muscular chest and around his neck to tangle in the blond hair curling at the nape of his neck. She had dreamed about kissing these men for so long, and the moment was finally here.
Mark’s lips were firm as he pressed them to hers, his goatee tickling the sensitive skin around her mouth. She could smell the citrus of his cologne, and it mixed with the smell of the salty air, sending her arousal higher. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before pressing into her mouth. It explored every inch of her, tickling the roof of her mouth, before finding a sensual rhythm that made her heart beat faster and her empty pussy clench with need. Her tight nipples rubbed against the lace of her bra and honey dripped from her pussy, dampening her panties.
He finally lifted his head and gave her another smile. “Let us walk you to your room, Becca. Please.”
Becca nodded, dazed at the turn of events. They walked her silently to her hotel room door before regretfully kissing her knuckles.
Travis whispered in her ear, “Dream of us, pretty girl. We’re going to dream of you.”
They bid her good night and left her to sleep alone in the king-size bed, restless and aroused.
Becca fell back on the bed, staring at the whirring ceiling fan. The evening had completely gotten away from her. She had vowed to stay away from them, and now she had kissed them. Not just little kisses but amazing, knock-her-out-of-her-shoes kisses, if she had been wearing shoes.
She rolled off the bed and padded over to the balcony. She stared at the ocean for long moments, taking in the streaks of moonbeams on the water. She was confused by what had happened, there was no doubt. The men wanted to have a relationship with her. It was her dream come true. Sort of.
She had been so busy fantasizing, she hadn’t thought about the reality. She would be inserting herself into a relationship of fifteen years. They already had their inside jokes, their cute stories, their quirks and old arguments. Where would she fit in? She wasn’t a fun toy to amuse them until they tired of her.
She knew they were good men who wouldn’t deliberately play with her emotions. They seemed very sincere in their desire to have her in their life. They were in Plenty to start over, after all. Maybe she could help them create new inside jokes and cute stories. Lord knew she had her quirks. It would be fun finding out theirs.
They wanted her, and she damn well wanted them. She’d be a fool to pass up this chance to be with them, and Becca Parks was no fool. She tucked herself into bed with thoughts of the two men who slept just a few doors down the hall.
* * * *
Mark leaned back against the headboard of the hotel-room bed with a goofy grin on his face. He couldn’t help himself. He’d kissed the woman of his dreams, and it had been even better than all his fantasies. And he fantasized a whole hell of a lot. He and Travis had spent the last few months making up sexy, dirty scenarios that always had the same ending—damp, sticky, and happy.
“You’d think it was your first kiss, the way you’re acting.”
Travis exited the bathroom wearing just a towel and a smirk.
Mark levered himself up and drank in the sight of the man he had loved for the past fifteen years. Travis was a fucking love god. Where Mark had lean muscle like a surfer, Travis had a beefier build. Not body-builder beef but enough to make Mark lick his chops in anticipation every time he saw him naked. Or in this case, almost naked.
“It was my first kiss. My first kiss with Becca. Hopefully, the first of many to come. Don’t tell me your dick didn’t get hard from her warm tongue in your mouth and her soft curves pressed against your body. Mine did. It’s still fucking hard.” Mark pointed to the bulge in his boxer shorts.
Travis whipped off his towel. “Mine went down in the cold shower, but now that you made me think about it again, it’s getting hard, too. Shit, Mark.”
Mark just laughed and reached out to caress Travis’s hardening cock.
“It’s not like I’m going to make you go to sleep unsatisfied. When have I ever done that?”
Travis rolled his eyes. “Two weeks ago, when you got called in to the hospital after that multivehicle accident on the Dan Ryan. You left me with blue balls, babe. I had to take matters into my own hands.”
“Okay, but I really meant when have I left you unsatisfied when I wasn’t going anywhere. You’ve got me all to yourself tonight. What do you plan to do with me?”
Lust flared in Travis’s eyes. “On your knees, babe.”
Travis’s voice was hoarse but commanding. Mark slid to the floor, settling on his knees. “Lick and suck my balls. But not my cock. You need to earn it.”
Mark was happy to earn the favor. His tongue lapped at Travis’s crinkly sac. He opened his mouth wide and sucked while his tongue danced in circles. Travis’s fingers wound thro
ugh Mark’s hair and tightened, letting Mark know his arousal. Travis’s balls were growing tighter, and sucking them was becoming easier. Travis gave Mark’s hair a pull, and his mouth popped off the now-hard sac.
“God, you’re so good. Suck my cock. You know just how I like it.”
Mark chuckled to himself as he sucked down Travis’s length in one gulp. Mark relaxed his throat, and Travis nudged his cock further.
Mark swallowed on Travis, drawing a groan from the man of his dreams. While their crappy childhood had sent his sister into a commitment-phobia state until very recently, it had the opposite effect on Mark. He had always craved a stable home life and love. He had found it with Travis. With some luck, soon they would both have it with Becca.
Mark worked Travis’s cock out of his mouth until only the reddish-purple head was still inside. He tongued the underside, pulling another groan from Travis.
Mark sucked back down and up, getting a rhythm. Travis was moving his hips in time to the stroking of Mark’s tongue. If he had looked up, he knew he would see Travis with his eyes closed, head thrown back, lost in ecstasy. Mark’s only goal was Travis’s pleasure. Travis’s hold on Mark’s hair tightened painfully.
“I’m coming. Fuck, babe.”
His jaws were stretched wide and his mouth was filled with his lover’s delicious cock. The hot spurts of cum filled his mouth and throat. He swallowed reflexively, loving the salty taste of this man. He would never get tired of sucking Travis and feeling him come in his mouth. The feeling of power was unbelievable. He could make this wonderful man feel something this intense. Mark swallowed every drop and licked Travis’s cock clean.
Travis fell back on the bed with a half groan, half laugh.
“Holy shit, babe. It just gets better and better, doesn’t it?”
Mark lay next to Travis, breathing in his heady scent.
“Yeah, it does. I love you.”
Travis nuzzled Mark’s neck. “I love you, too. And I think it’s your turn.”
Travis kissed his way down Mark’s body, sending sparks of pleasure to his cock and balls. Travis quickly stripped Mark of his boxer shorts and fondled his balls. He was already close to blowing his load.
“Do you think Becca likes to suck cock, babe?”
Travis’s tongue licked him from balls to tip. Mark moaned at the sensation and the erotic visual of Becca on her knees sucking his cock with her hot mouth.
Mark shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve got you for that.”
Travis’s laughter sent vibrations up his dick.
“I guess you do. I guess I got you for that, too.”
Travis teased Mark with his tongue until he was begging to be finished.
“Suck me, man. I need to come.”
His balls were hard as rocks and his cock was painful.
“I love it when you beg.”
Travis engulfed the head of Mark’s cock with his mouth, licking and sucking until Mark couldn’t hold back his release. He grabbed Travis by the hair and shoved his dick into his welcoming warmth, shooting his cum deep in Travis’s mouth. Mark watched Travis’s throat work as he swallowed every drop. They both collapsed on the bed, satiated for now.
It was Travis who broke the silence.
“I really hope she likes to suck cock.”
Mark couldn’t stop the laughter at Travis’s hopeful tone. Despite Travis’s natural reticence, he couldn’t quell the hope that Becca was the one they had been waiting for. Mark rolled away to pull the covers over them.
“Why don’t we ask her tomorrow? ‘Hey, Becca, we’d like to take you out on a date, and oh, by the way, are you for or against blow jobs?’”
Travis scowled at him. “This is exactly why she may not fall in love with us. We’re way too raunchy and dirty for her. She’s ten years younger than us and, hell, living in a small town, she may be pretty innocent. I’m not saying she’s a virgin, but she may not appreciate our dirty minds or mouths.”
Mark winced. Despite their highly educated state, they were really just a couple of guys who liked to drink beer and watch hockey. They needed to clean things up for Becca.
“You’re right. We need to stop thinking about blow jobs and think about how to show her what great guys we are. How we can take care of her and make her happy. We need to get a plan.”
Travis yawned. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we’ll get a plan. Tonight we sleep.”
Mark yawned, too. “Yeah, tomorrow’s soon enough. Becca’s going to be ours. She’s going to fall head over heels for us.”
Mark looked over, and Travis was already snoring. Loudly. Making Becca love them might be harder than they originally thought.
Chapter 4
Becca sipped her mimosa slowly. She loved the taste, but it always gave her a headache if she didn’t drink it daintily. She hid her snort at the thought. Dainty she wasn’t.
She let her gaze wander across the deck of the hotel pool. The reception was in full swing. The sunrise ceremony had been incredibly beautiful. She had sniffled into her handkerchief as her father, Steve, and Ellie vowed to love, honor, and cherish each other. Then each of them had spoken about what made them love the other two and how their relationship wouldn’t be complete without all of them in it.
Travis, especially, seemed to have an intense expression on his face during the ceremony. Becca wondered if he would be as intense when making love.
Jillian and Cassie threw themselves down in chairs next to Becca. They were breathless from dancing with their men. Becca felt a pang of jealousy but pushed it away. She wasn’t that type of person. She was truly happy for them. They had both been through so much they deserved all the happiness in the world.
Cassie had been stalked for years by a man who wanted to possess her. He had followed her to Plenty and died, drowning in the limestone quarries. Jillian’s parents had fought like cats and dogs, leaving her afraid of love and commitment. Both women had certainly found both when they moved to Plenty last fall. Cassie would be marrying Zach and Chase during spring break, and Jillian was trying to set a date to marry Ryan and Jack.
Becca sighed. Maybe she just wasn’t the type to inspire a grand passion in a man. Jillian plucked two mimosas from the tray of a passing waiter, handing one of them to Cassie.
“What was that heavy sigh for? And don’t try and tell us nothing. You’ve been acting weird all damn day. Spill it, or we tell that waiter over there you want to go skinny-dipping with him.”
Becca looked at where Jillian was pointing and then shrugged. “I don’t think I’m his type, so go ahead. He looks more interested in your husbands-to-be. Better watch out.”
Jillian took a gulp of her drink and chuckled. “My men are way too worn out to even look anywhere else but at me. Just last night, we—”
Becca held up her hand. “Stop. For the love of all that’s holy, stop. They’re my brothers. Ick.”
Jillian popped a chocolate-covered strawberry from Becca’s plate in her mouth.
“Okay, okay. But I don’t think it’s the fact they’re your brothers that’s bothering you. I think it’s the fact you’re not getting any.”
Becca loved Jillian’s no-holds-barred attitude about life.
“Any? Pray tell, what do you mean any?”
Cassie rolled her eyes at both of them.
“I’m sure Becca is fine, Jillian. Sex isn’t everything.”
“It’s not nothing, either. Becca needs a man.”
“Stop, both of you. The fact is Jillian’s right.”
Jillian gave Cassie a smug look, which only served to make Cassie stick out her tongue at Jillian. They argued like sisters but loved each other dearly. Becca felt fortunate to have been drawn into their warm circle of friendship.
Cassie looked around the reception. “Well, there don’t seem to be too many candidates here.”
Becca looked around in puzzlement. “Candidates for what?”
Cassie was still looking. “You know, a freaky-deaky one-night stand.�
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Jillian planted her face in her palm with a groan.
“Becca does not need a one-night stand, for heaven’s sake. Although it’s not the worst idea in the world should other options be closed to her. What she really needs is a little M and T.”
Becca almost choked on her drink. “Did you say S & M?”
Jillian laughed. “No, I said M and T, although if you’re into it, go for it. I don’t judge. I was talking about Mark and Travis. You need them. They need you. It’s really perfect, you know.”
Becca felt her face get warm. She had tried to hide her attraction to them, but apparently it had been an epic fail.
“They don’t need me. They have each other.”
That was the heart of the matter. They would never need her.
“Of course they need you. They’re definitely in lust. I saw the looks on their faces last night. Their eyes followed you everywhere. So what are you waiting for? They’ve been staring at you again since the ceremony.”
So she hadn’t imagined it.
Becca set down her champagne flute. These were her best friends.
“Actually, they told me last night they want to have a relationship with me. I’m not sure how I feel about it.”
Cassie looked at her in amazement. “You don’t know how you feel about it? What are you confused about exactly? You’re attracted, they’re attracted. You’re all free to do as you please. What’s the issue? Is it Josh?”
Becca started shredding the paper napkin on the table.
“No, it’s not Josh. He’s a great guy, but not for me. Well, they’re not really free, are they? They’re together. They have been for years. What if I’m just something to spice up their relationship after fifteen years together? What if I’m just a chew toy or something for them?”
It was Jillian’s turn to look amazed. “A chew toy? What the hell? Mark and Travis would never use you like that, Becca. They’re good men.”
“I know they are. I’m not saying they would do this on purpose. But how long have they been looking for a woman? And how long will they want me?”
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