Stroke of Luck

by Opal Carew

The other man’s hand was draped over the covers, and she was shocked to see a wedding ring there, too.

  She drew in a deep calming breath. No, she couldn’t have.

  Then she glanced at her own hand and …

  Red spots flickered in front of her eyes, and if she hadn’t been lying down, she probably would have fainted.

  She was wearing a wedding ring, too.

  She had to think, but her mind swirled in confusion.

  All she knew for sure was that yesterday had been her wedding day.

  And neither of these men were her fiancé, Maurice.

  The arm around her waist tightened, and lips brushed the back of her neck.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Taylor.”

  That voice.

  “Quinn?” she gasped.

  She glanced over her shoulder. His lips were turned up in a lazy smile.

  Then it all came tumbling back. Maurice ditching her at the hotel, leaving her with an exorbitant bill. Quinn bailing her out. Then …

  Oh, God, the arrangement.

  Her cheeks flushed at the memory of giving Austin a blow job in the gaming suite while Quinn watched, followed by Austin bringing her to orgasm with his talented mouth. Then when they’d walked back to the hotel …

  Her chest clenched. “So you and I are actually married?”

  “You’re definitely married.” Austin rolled over and leaned on his elbow, gazing at her. “But I think calling you Mrs. Wright would be more appropriate.”

  She rolled onto her back, slumped between them, her head spinning.

  “I don’t know,” Quinn responded. “I married her first, so that gives me dibs.”

  First? Oh, God, she was married to both of them.

  Her chest tightened. This couldn’t be happening.

  “You know, we’re doing a lot of chatting,” Austin said as his hand settled on her chest, then scooped her breast into his hand.

  He kneaded it softly, and her nipple blossomed to a tight bud. Awareness rippled through her, and her body heated with a deep yearning to feel him continue to touch her. To run his hands all over her body.

  “But we’re in bed naked.” His grin broadened. “And we’re newlyweds. So I think…”

  He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing along that one supersensitive spot that sent shivers dancing along her spine and caused her inner passage to clench tightly in need.

  He kissed her ear, his breath sending wisps of hair fluttering around her face, and both nipples swelled.

  “We should do something about it,” Austin finally continued.

  A single pink rose sat on the bedside table in a bud vase, and vague memories of last night fluttered through her brain.

  “Wait,” she said. “I want to understand. How did we wind up like this?”

  “You really don’t remember, sweetheart?” Quinn asked softly.

  Tingles danced down her spine. He usually called her baby. Not sweetheart. Austin did that. But hearing it from Quinn warmed her.

  She shook her head. “I remember being in the gaming suite. Then going outside to walk back here.” She ran her hand over her forehead and back through her hair. “I guess I had a lot to drink.”

  Austin chuckled. “We all did.”

  He continued to stroke her breast, keeping her nipple tight and aching. She wanted to arch against him, then invite him to touch more of her.

  “You got sad when you saw a couple coming out of a wedding chapel,” Quinn said.

  She glanced at the white lace robe draped over a nearby chair, scraps of lace on the floor that a flash memory told her was the sexy wedding-night lingerie he’d given her, then the wedding bouquet sitting on the dresser.

  “You didn’t want me to miss out on my wedding day. You…” Tears prickled at her eyes. “You wanted me to feel like a bride.”

  Quinn smiled warmly, and a tear escaped April’s eye.

  “That is so sweet.” She rested her fingers on his raspy cheek. “Thank you.” Her words came out a mere whisper.

  She glided her hand around his neck, and he dipped down and captured her lips. The kiss was sweet and tender, unlike the demanding kisses that had been his style yesterday.

  “Don’t forget Austin,” Quinn said. “He wanted in on it.”

  She shifted her gaze to Austin. “Thank you, Austin. But isn’t a second marriage illegal?”

  “We didn’t worry much about that,” Austin said, “since we’re getting it annulled. Not that we were really thinking all that much.” He caressed her breast gently, his finger brushing over her nub. “And I don’t much feel like thinking now, either.”

  He nuzzled her neck, and she giggled. Then she felt lips brush her other nipple, and a warm mouth close around it as she gasped. Her fingers glided through Quinn’s dark, wavy hair as he suckled on her, pleasure catapulting through her.

  Austin stroked one nipple, and Quinn teased the other with his tongue. Then Austin leaned down and captured her nipple, too. She arched upward, pushing farther into both warm mouths.

  “Oh, God, that feels so good.” She sucked in air as heat washed through her in waves.

  Austin was on his hands and knees beside her as he drew her nipple deeper into his mouth. She stroked down his taut stomach and found his growing cock. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed, then stroked his length.

  “I love it when your cock is big and hard,” she said with a smile.

  “That’s good, because it’s going to be that way anytime you’re near me.” Austin licked her nub as his glittering teal eyes shifted to her face. “Or even in the same room.”

  She filled with delight at the fact he was so turned on by her.

  * * *

  Quinn chuckled. “Then maybe we’ll have to keep her in the suite so we don’t have some embarrassing incidents.” He sat up and wrapped his hand around his pulsing erection. “Because I’m going to be in the same state.”

  Just the sight of April naked had his cock in a raging hard-on. Seeing Austin sucking her breasts and her hand wrapped around his friend’s cock drove Quinn’s need off the charts.

  “Oh,” she said, “it might get boring being stuck in the same place, even a suite as luxurious as this.”

  She reached for Quinn’s cock and grasped it, too, then began stroking. “But maybe I can find a way to satisfy these big, hungry monsters even when we’re out.”

  “Really?” Quinn asked, his eyebrows arching. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Well, the hotel has various outdoor courtyards with large plants for privacy.” She squeezed the two hard shafts in her hands as she stroked, eliciting groans from Austin and Quinn. “There are elevators with emergency stop buttons. You might be able to persuade the security staff to delay rescuing us if we’re stuck inside. And…”

  She paused while Austin stopped her hand and slowed it down. Ah, he obviously liked the elevator idea.

  “And what, baby?” Quinn asked, a little breathless from the hormones spiraling through him at her attention.

  “And there are a couple of nice restaurants with tablecloths.”

  “Tablecloths?” Austin arched into her hand as she stroked down his cock.

  “Yes. If I dropped a napkin and crouched under the table to get it, no one would see me under there. Right?”

  “Goddamn, Quinn. If she’s suggesting what I think she is, let’s go out for some fucking breakfast right now.”

  Quinn laughed. “Maybe we’ll save that for dinner. Right now, I’m quite comfortable where we are.”

  He drew his cock from her hand and swooped down to capture her breast again, pulling the soft flesh into his mouth. Her nipple immediately hardened, and he dragged his teeth over it lightly.

  “Ohhh.” She arched against him.

  Then he released her bud and kissed down her stomach. He dabbed his tongue deep into her navel, then continued downward. Austin was still lapping at her other nipple, and his hand covered the breast Quinn had abandoned.

 
When Quinn reached her beautiful pussy, he stroked over it with his fingertips, satisfied by her answering murmur. The feel of her slick flesh make his cock throb. He drew the petals apart and licked her. Her long, soft moan was like silk gliding over him. Stimulating his senses. Making him harder and eagerer to be inside her.

  He dipped his tongue into her again, this time stroking deep. Caressing her passage. Her fingers glided through his hair, and she clung to his head. Urging him to pleasure her.

  Satisfaction swelled through him. She was his wife, and she wanted him. As much as he wanted her.

  He licked up to the nest of folds surrounding her clit, then opened the petals to find the sensitive nub. He smiled at the sight of it, then covered it with his mouth and teased with his tongue.

  Her moans echoed alongside Austin’s. He glanced up to see that she was stroking his friend rapidly now. Clearly, the more excited she got, the faster her hand moved on Austin’s cock.

  Quinn began to suckle her delightful bud.

  “Ohhh … yes…” she moaned.

  Austin groaned and grasped her wrist, stilling her hand. Quinn continued to tease and suck her. She moaned again, arching against his mouth. He stroked her slit with his finger and glided into her wetness. His cock twitched, wanting to be inside her warmth.

  He lifted his face and gazed up at her. “Are you close, baby?”

  “Yes, sir, I…”

  He suckled again, and she mumbled incoherently.

  “What was that, baby?”

  “Yes, I’m so close.”

  “Do you want me to make you come right now?”

  “No,” she murmured, to his surprise. Then she reached her hand to him. “Please fuck me, Quinn.”

  Heat blazed through him, and he found himself prowling over her body, then pressing his cockhead to her wetness. Her hands stroked over his shoulder, and she pulled him closer.

  “Oh, yes. Now. Drive into me.”

  15

  April gasped when Quinn thrust forward, his thick, hard cock filling her all the way.

  “Are you all right?” Quinn murmured against her ear, his voice filled with concern.

  She giggled softly. “I’ll be better when you start moving.”

  She tightened her arms around him, luxuriating in the feel of his hard body against her and the glow of blissful pleasure shimmering through her.

  She nipped his earlobe. “I’m so close,” she whispered seductively into his ear.

  He groaned, then moved back, his shaft caressing her passage. Then he thrust forward again, stealing her breath.

  Austin’s head was on the pillow beside them as he watched, his hand firmly around his cock, stroking its generous length.

  Quinn drew back again, then thrust deep.

  “Ohhh, yes.” Her insides melted into a quivering mass.

  Quinn kept thrusting. When she squeezed around his massive shaft, her pleasure skyrocketed, and she felt dizzy.

  He pumped deeper. And faster.

  “Oh, God.” She felt tears welling in her eyes.

  Having Quinn making love to her … Being married to him …

  Her heart swelled as bliss surged through her. She arched against him, taking his cock deeper still.

  “Are you close, baby?” Quinn whispered in her ear, his voice raspy.

  She nodded, unable to utter words. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him tighter, arching up again to take him as deep as she could. His cock twitched, and then he groaned and erupted inside her.

  The heat of his liquid seed filling her threw her over the edge. She clutched his shoulders and moaned, flying to ecstasy. He continued rocking his hips, keeping her orgasm going on and on.

  Finally, he collapsed against her. She slid her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and their hearts pounded in unison.

  After several long moments, Quinn drew back. He smiled warmly, then kissed her, a long, lingering kiss. Then he rolled to his side beside her. His hand covered her breast, then glided down her stomach and over her mound. She sucked in a breath as he stroked her clit.

  “Austin, she’s still primed.”

  Austin still stroked his cock, and she watched the purple head bob up and down from his fist.

  She smiled. “I don’t want to neglect my second husband.” She opened her arms to him.

  Immediately, he prowled on top of her, his cock still in his fist. He pressed it to her slick flesh and glided the top along her length several times.

  “It was fucking hot watching the two of you go at it,” Austin said, his teal eyes sparking with need.

  “And now you want to fuck me really badly, right?”

  He eased into her wetness just a little. Her insides ached, wanting him deeper.

  “You fucking know it.” His voice was coarse with desire.

  “So fuck me, Austin. I’m all yours.”

  He groaned and impaled her.

  She gasped. “Oh, yes.”

  He gathered her close and thrust into her again. Her head started to spin, her last orgasm still vibrating through her.

  “I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. Just like Quinn just did.” His voice was deep and urgent.

  “Yesss,” she hissed, tightening her arms around him.

  He pumped into her, sweeping her right back into bliss. Her body quivered, and pleasure pummeled through her with each thrust of his cock.

  “Ohhhh, Austin.”

  “Yes, sweetheart.” He drove deep again. “Tell me.”

  “I’m … coming,” she murmured in a bare whisper.

  Then she moaned as exquisite delight rippled through her. He began pounding into her, then jerked forward and groaned. More hot male essence filled her as he found his release.

  She moaned as the orgasm continued to wash over her in waves. Quinn covered her breast with his warm hand and stroked while Austin found her clit with his fingers as he kept moving inside her. Her pleasure crested, then slowly faded back to a soft glow of delight.

  Finally, Austin rolled onto his back and sucked in air.

  “You are the most fucking amazing woman I’ve ever met,” Austin said.

  “That’s the truth,” Quinn agreed.

  She gazed up at Quinn. His face was perched on his hand, his elbow digging into the pillow, as he watched her. His eyes glowed with warmth, filling her with a delightful quivering feeling.

  “Well, I think my two husbands are pretty amazing, too.”

  Her time with these two men might be short, but she was thankful for every second she had with them. And would cling to these memories for the rest of her life.

  * * *

  April stepped out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry off. Both her enthusiastic husbands had joined her, and while their big soapy hands stroked over every part of her body, she’d never felt so thoroughly clean … and so deliciously dirty.

  She walked into the bedroom and glanced around for her dress but couldn’t see it anywhere. Quinn, who was right behind her, a towel draped casually around his waist, walked to the dresser and pulled out some new boxers, then dropped his towel. Her gaze fell to his hard, muscular butt. She felt the urge to walk right over and cup that firm ass and squeeze.

  Austin stepped behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, then nuzzled her neck.

  “Looking for something?” he asked.

  Austin hadn’t bothered with a towel, and his naked cock nestled against her ass. Then his hand stroked lightly over her breast, and she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to suggest they hop right back into bed.

  “I’m … uh … looking for my dress, but I don’t see it.”

  “Ah, yes. Well, that would be because you and Quinn were a little anxious to get started on the honeymoon last night, and you shed it at the front door.”

  A memory flashed through her of Quinn holding her pinned against the door, then driving into her with a savage thrust. Then he’d pounded her fas
t and hard against the wooden surface until they’d both shuddered in release.

  It had been primal and exhilarating. A powerful wave of arousal swept through her, and she nearly spun around to grab Austin’s cock and start pumping it.

  Instead she drew in a deep breath.

  “You really don’t remember what happened last night?” Quinn asked, now wearing a pair of jeans and pulling on a shirt.

  “I remember everything until we left the other hotel where we played poker, but after that … just fragments.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?” Quinn asked. “I don’t want anything hidden from you. Like the fact the three of us had sex last night.”

  Austin pulled her tightly to him, his lips brushing her ear. “I sure hope you haven’t completely forgotten the first time I made love to you.” His lips trailed down her neck. “And then when I held you while Quinn—”

  “Austin. Give her a minute to breathe,” Quinn said.

  She remembered now. Being on the floor on top of Austin, then Quinn prowling over her and making love to her from behind. Her intimate muscles clenched at the memory, wanting him inside her again.

  “All right. If you insist.” Austin turned her around and kissed her, then let her go. “But if you need a reminder of what it was like, sweetheart, just let me know.”

  His wide grin and the twinkle in his teal eyes made her laugh.

  “I promise. Right now, I’m going to get dressed. I assume my undies are with the dress?”

  “Well, your bra is,” Quinn responded. “You gave your panties to Austin as a gift.”

  “Oh, right.”

  She walked out of the bedroom and crossed the living room to the front door.

  She picked up her discarded bra and slid the towel down around her waist while she pulled the lacy garment on. She dropped the towel to the ground and slipped her dress on, then zipped it up.

  She bit her lip. “Uh … my only other panties are the black ones I wore in the pool yesterday. I hung them to dry in the bathroom, but I didn’t see them there when we showered.”

  “I sent those out with the other clothes to be cleaned.” Austin grinned. “Sorry, they’re not back yet.”

  Both men now stood in the living room, fully dressed. And both were staring at her skirt, knowing there were no panties underneath. She turned back to the door, not quite ready for another onslaught of male hormones, so she picked up the other clothes lying there. She draped Quinn’s shirt over her arm. She remembered him peeling it away last night. Then the suit jackets scattered across the entrance floor. She picked them up and hung them in the closet. She noticed a pink rose in the breast pocket of each, and she pulled them out.