by Meghan March
Travis’s lips landed on her neck and his teeth scraped along the length of it. “A taste of you wasn’t enough. We want it all. If you’re sure that’s what you want.”
The upside of this happening right now meant that they’d stop asking her if it was what she wanted. Because she did. So much. It was time to go all in.
“Stop asking me, and just fuck me already,” she said, and Cam took that exact moment to slide a second finger in and work some black magic with his touch, because her orgasm burst through her like sparks off a live wire.
Reaching out with one hand in front of her and the other behind, she grabbed both men as equal lifelines. “Oh God.”
“Travis and Cam, baby,” Travis chuckled darkly in her ear. “Not God.”
But her head was already falling forward on to Cam’s shoulder, and her nails dug in.
“Fucking Christ. Your pussy is so goddamn tight. I gotta get in there.” Cam slid his fingers out.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, her eyes opening once more. As soon as the words were out, she realized they were something the old Lia would have said. The Lia who was confident and sure of her own sexuality. The Lia who she’d thought had died in the darkness. Pride in how far she’d come rose within her, and any lingering qualms she may have had about what was going to happen dissipated.
Cam’s smile caused another flood of warmth in her belly, and she rolled to her back. She wanted to see Travis too. She wanted to see them both. Her mind whirred with logistics.
“How do we? I mean … it’s been a long time since I’ve…” So stupid that she was shy all of a sudden. She was about to have one man in her pussy and one in her ass, and she was embarrassed to tell them this wasn’t her first back door rodeo? That it’d just been a while?
Travis reached down and smoothed the hair back away from her face. “We take it one step at a time. You don’t have to take us both, baby. That’s like going from crawling to running an Olympic sprint.”
Lia swallowed. “I’ve never done the … three-way before, but I’ve had anal. I just remember needing to go slow to make sure … you know…”
“That doesn’t mean we need to rush this, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world to explore.”
Lia’s mouth closed into a pout, and Travis leaned down to cover her lips with his and swallowed any protest. When he finally drew back, he groaned.
“Fuck, I want this mouth.”
Lia’s eyes darted from one man to the other, and Cam reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom. The vast stores of them on this ranch were laughable, but that was what happened when you had ten men stocking the place.
“Can you handle that, sweetheart? Travis in your mouth and me filling up that tight pussy of yours?”
Lia’s inner muscles clenched at the thought. She nodded, unable to find the words to describe how much she wanted that. It’d been so long. She was desperate for them both.
“Tell me yes, and we’ll give you everything you can handle,” Cam prompted.
“Yes.” The word came out strong and sure. “I can handle anything with you two.”
Travis watched as Cam lowered his head and traced his tongue along Lia’s lips.
“She’s so fucking perfect.”
His hands found her tits again and cupped and squeezed, thumbing her nipples into hard points until Lia moaned into Cam’s mouth. Travis couldn’t wait to feel her moan on his cock. When Cam pulled away, Lia sat up and rolled to her knees and pressed one hand next to Travis’s abs before tugging his boxer briefs down over his bobbing cock. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard in his fucking life. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last inside that sweet mouth, but he couldn’t wait to find out.
Lia was eager, barely waiting for him to lift his ass so she could drag his briefs lower.
“You in a hurry, baby?” he asked, cradling her face with his hand. “Because we’ve got nothing but time here.”
Lia’s eyes flared, and she growled the cutest little growl. “If you think I haven’t wondered what it’d be like to have your dick in my mouth, you’d be wrong. And I’m ready to stop wondering.”
She turned her head to look at Cam. “And you. If you think I haven’t thought about how good it’ll feel to have you stretch me wide with your cock, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
Travis picked his jaw up off the floor. Who was this confident, sassy, bold as ever-loving-fuck woman? As soon as the question formed in his head, he knew he was seeing the Lia who’d existed before the shit had hit the fan. The Lia who’d almost certainly had men eating out of her hand and begging for more. The Lia he’d always hoped he’d get to see.
“You’re fucking incredible, baby. No doubt about that.”
He’s right about that, Cam thought. Lia was more than fucking incredible; she was a goddamn goddess. And right now, she was waiting for her men to worship her. Naked, her tits hanging free, her ass out and perfectly rounded, he had to consciously slow his breathing or else he’d be rolling that condom on, sliding home, and coming within moments.
No, he needed to make this last. He needed to prove to her that they would take care of her every single fucking time, so she’d never question the decision they’d made. Hell, he needed to prove it to himself that this setup—the three of them—was better than it would be with just him and Lia by themselves. But seeing the way she looked at Travis, and the careful way he handled her, Cam had no regrets.
He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and dropped his eyes to position it and roll it down over his rock hard dick.
Lia swung a look over her shoulder at him, and it told him everything he needed as he lined up his cock with her entrance. Bringing a hand around her hip, he slid his fingers over her clit and lower to make sure her pussy was still dripping for him. She was soaked.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
It was happening.
“Yes, so ready.” Lia replied with no hesitation before turning back to Travis and wrapping a hand around his length. “Are you?” she asked him.
“Fuck yes.”
Cam pressed the blunt head of his cock against her entrance and pushed, stretching her wide.
She jacked Travis’s cock as she moaned in pleasure at the invasion. It had been so long. And now … with them…
Lia lowered her mouth to the crown of Travis’s erection and swirled her tongue before sucking him between her lips. His hand cupped her jaw and lifted her eyes upward. “So fucking good. So fucking beautiful.”
She took him deeper as hands skimmed down her sides and squeezed her hips. Then Cam began to thrust, and her groan vibrated along Travis’s shaft.
“Oh fuck. Baby. Hell.” Travis’s fingers buried in her hair. She bobbed her head, slowly, as he helped control her depth and speed. She loved his guidance, the feel of being so full—Travis in her mouth and Cam in her pussy. How full would she feel once she had one of them in her ass and the other in her pussy? Cam’s hand found her clit and played, and she bucked back against his cock while working Travis’s. They fell into a perfect rhythm that she couldn’t have choreographed better if she’d tried. The swirls of orgasm were already solidifying, and she wondered how long she’d be able to hold out against it—or if she could drag them both over the edge with her.
She squeezed tight on Cam’s cock and sucked Travis harder. She wanted them just as mindless with pleasure as she was becoming.
And then she felt slickness on her ass. Unable to turn her head to see what Cam was doing, she had to focus on the sensations—the press of a finger against the pucker of her ass.
There was no fear—no worry—just another deeper, darker shiver of pleasure coursing through her. She wanted whatever he wanted to give her because she knew he’d never hurt her, never take advantage. Lips pressed between her shoulder blades and the finger fought the tight ring of muscle before it breached her ass.
Another moan from her and Travis lifted her chin and fucked deeper into her mout
h, his eyes on hers—passion and desire—and something even more than that—flaring in his brilliant green gaze.
These were her men.
Cam fucked her with his cock and his finger, and Lia’s eyes slid shut as the threads holding her pleasure together snapped.
Travis pulled from her mouth, and she was too mindless to stop him.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he growled. Her eyes snapped open, expecting to take him deep one more time, but instead he stroked his cock. “All over those gorgeous tits of yours.”
Cam slammed home again and again until he groaned long and loud, and she had no words to offer them, only the sounds of her pleasure and a jerky nod.
As the hot ropes of semen landed on her chest, the heel of Cam’s other hand pressed hard on her clit, and another orgasm followed the first.
Swamped with sensation, Lia’s elbows collapsed, but Travis’s quick hands caught and held her up.
For several moments, none of them moved.
And then finally, Cam slid out and they both rolled her to her back.
His eyes clouded with lust, he lowered his lips to hers and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to them. Travis followed suit as soon as Cam moved.
Silently, they cleaned her up and covered her with a blanket.
Her eyes fluttered closed as they told her once more to sleep.
Lia snuck into her cabin as the sun rose. Erica—who normally slept like the dead—shot wide awake.
“You’re doing the Castle Creek Walk of Shame,” she said, the words seeming so much louder in the previous silence of the cabin.
“Shhh … Jesus. If I wanted the whole ranch to know, I’d just go sound off the alarm.”
Erica smiled and rolled over onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. “Sorry. I’m just … I’m so excited for you!” She clapped both of her hands together—awkwardly, given her position. “So, tell me everything.”
Sudden shyness filled Lia. She’d never been one to kiss and tell, but this was Erica, the girl who’d patiently helped coax her back into the world of the living.
“Ummm … stuff happened.”
Erica’s eyes bored into her. “No shit. You just spent the night curled up between two hot-ass Marines, so of course stuff happened, sweetheart. I need more details than that.”
The endearment—the one Cam had always used—sent her memory spinning to what had happened as the early morning sky had turned from black to gray.
She’d had sex with two guys.
Holy shit.
And then she’d freaked the fuck out because when she’d opened her eyes, reality had come crashing in. One question cycled through her brain on repeat: If I lose either of them, will I lose myself to the darkness again? They were her light, and she was terrified that by throwing herself into this headfirst, she might have screwed everything up. She was pretty sure she was in love with them—not because she’d slept with them, but because … she’d finally let go of the tight grip she’d held on her emotions when she’d climbed into their bed—and now the fear slithered its way inside.
Even with her rioting thoughts, Erica’s pout was actually quite endearing. “Why the hell are you back here already? Shouldn’t you still be in bed doing stuff?”
Should she still be in bed? Well, probably. But part of the reason she’d left had been because she was trying to avoid this particular conversation.
She shrugged, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to share a little. “They … they were amazing. Patient, sexy, and it was … mind-blowing.” So why aren’t I still in bed? she asked herself silently.
Erica lifted her hand to wipe a little imaginary drool off her lips. “Please, please, please tell me more. My sister keeps everything locked down tight, but you’ve got to tell me how it is. I mean, two sexy as hell guys?”
A smile tugged at the corners of Lia’s mouth. “If you’re so curious, why don’t you try it yourself?”
Erica sighed. “You think I haven’t tried? I swear, some of these guys are so damn stubborn they put even me to shame. That still doesn’t explain why you’re here instead of with them.”
Lia considered for a moment before answering. “Because I’m terrified that taking this step was a huge mistake. What if it doesn’t work? I could lose them both now.”
Erica reached out and gripped Lia’s hand before settling back on her bed. “Oh, hon. Don’t lose faith. You’re finally going after what you want. You’ve got to trust in yourself—and them. I know I’m just sitting on the sidelines, but that also gives me a little more of an objective view.” She paused, pulling a pillow into her lap. “Those two watch every move you make. Not in a creepy way, but in a protective, possessive, longing way. They’ve been waiting for a sign from you, and you’ve just given them one in flashing neon lights. You’re not the only one who put it all on the line here, and they stand to lose the ultimate prize—you—if it doesn’t work out. With that kind of motivation, you better believe that they’re going to do whatever it takes to smooth out any bumps in the road.”
When Erica put it like that, a layer of the fear slid away.
“Thank you. For listening.”
Erica flashed a brilliant smile. “Anytime, babe. Now, if you’re not going to give me the dirty details, I’m going back to bed for a little while before I have to be up to help Allison with the laundry. Fucking hate laundry day.”
Lia thought about stripping off her jeans and climbing into her own bed, but it didn’t look nearly as inviting as the one she’d just left. Instead, she decided that she probably needed to hit the bathhouse for a shower.
Yes. A shower was a good plan.
Maybe then she could wash away the rest of her fears.
Lia leaned into the spray, letting the hot water beat down on her shoulders. Thank God once more for men who knew how to ensure a supply of hot water with alternative sources of power. Sliding a hand through her hair, she worked on rinsing Allison’s homemade lavender conditioner away, enjoying a few more moments of heat before she turned off the tap and felt around for the towel she’d hung on the hook to the right of the showerhead. But her palm slapped tile instead of fabric.
“Looking for this?”
Her eyes snapped open at Cam’s voice.
He held her towel clutched in his palm, just beyond the shower room. And he looked … upset.
There was nothing to do but brazen it out. The shreds of the old Lia that had been knitting back together last night weaved a few more strands into place.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Lia held out her hand for the towel.
“That’s funny, because we were looking for something, too, this morning.” Shock lit through her as Travis’s voice—and form—joined the party and he stepped into her line of sight.
“Umm … about that…”
Cam leveled his pained stare on her. “Did we push you too hard? Go too fast? Too far?”
“Did we hurt you? Scare you?”
Their words settled in Lia’s gut like lead. They thought she’d bolted because of something they’d done.
“No. Not at all—”
“Then why’d you run, Lia?” Cam’s deep voice sounded … hurt … as it wrapped around her name. “You had us fucking worried.”
“I’m sorry, I just … I needed to think.”
If they’d looked upset before, now they both looked troubled—and that was putting it mildly.
“We shouldn’t have—” Travis started.
“Fuck, I knew it,” Cam said.
“Stop!”
Her voice echoed in the tiled shower room, and both sets of their eyes—one green and one brown—snapped to hers.
“It was just me, not you. I was freaking out because I think I’m…” Shit. She couldn’t tell them this. They’d think she was crazy. They’d think she was … just crazy. And clingy and God only knew what.
“You think you’re what, baby?” Travis prompted, his eyes pleading for some kind of answer.
Cam fle
xed his hands into fists, and the veins in his arms bulged. His upset, his concern—every single emotion that was running through him seemed to be printed right on his face. They were both absolutely and completely transparent right now. Could she be anything less?
“I think I’m in love with you both.”
The words hit Cam hard—like the punch of a bullet that had ripped through his shoulder, so near to his heart that they hadn’t been sure he’d make it. But this hit? It threatened to drop him to his knees for a whole different reason—the reverberations vibrating through his body were pure and utter happiness.
“You’re … in love with us?” Travis parroted back to Lia.
Cam watched in awe as the woman he sure as fuck knew he was in love with nodded in response.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded again.
“Thank fuck,” Cam breathed, crossing the space between them and wrapping her now-shivering form in the towel before dragging her into his body. “Because I know I’m in fucking love with you, sweetheart.”
Travis moved in, his hands pulling back the mass of dripping hair from Lia’s face. “Best goddamn thing I’ve heard since this whole fucking apocalypse dawned.”
Cam released Lia from his hold only to allow her to be gathered up and crushed against Travis’s chest. “I love you too, baby. So fucking much. Never thought I’d get my shot. Thought I’d be loving you from afar… watching you be with someone else. You letting us take this shot is … so fucking amazing.”
“So you’re not changing your minds,” she asked as she lifted her head and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Why would we change our minds?” Cam asked, totally mystified.
“Because this is all so much, so fast. I mean … like you said, from crawling to Olympic sprint. This isn’t … some normal progression of events.”
Cam slid his hand down her arm until his fingers caught hers. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
“First, there isn’t a single goddamn thing that’s normal anymore these days. And second … this isn’t happening that fast. I’ve been hung up on you since the first moment you took my hand, Lia. This is where we’ve always been headed.” He looked to Travis. “And the fact that I didn’t count on this being a trio instead of a couple doesn’t change a goddamn thing. Knowing that you have both of us to protect you and take care of you just eases my mind. It didn’t take me long to figure out that there were more upsides to this than downsides. And seeing you take us both last night…” Cam groaned. “Never seen anything hotter.”