She took hold of his hand and squeezed. “I can’t imagine the horror.”
He nodded. “The soldiers were told to spread out and take down the intruders. I was running between two buildings when a young girl, no more than ten, stepped out of a doorway. She saw me. She held out her hand, I think for candy. I motioned she get back in the house, but she didn’t seem to understand or notice the gunfire. I think she might have been deaf.”
“You must have been petrified for her life.”
“Yes. Before I could make her understand, shots rang out and blood stained her chest. I ran to her and scooped her up in my arms, sprinting to the end of the buildings. Terrorists were everywhere, so I hid with her in an entryway. I wanted to go for help, but if I did, I’d have to leave her. I knew she was going to die, so I just held her, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Eventually, the gunfire stopped and our medics arrived, but it was too late. She’d died in my arms minutes before. I dream of her precious face every night.”
Tears streaked down her face. “You did everything you could. The girl we helped rescue might not make it either, but we did our best. That’s all we can ask of anyone.”
He looked away as if a tear had escaped.
Silence filled the air, even though she heard the wind through the trees and the night animals creating a ruckus. It seemed as if only the three of them existed in the world. She wanted to take his hand again, but he’d withdrawn already.
“Anyone hungry?” Jack said with a great deal of enthusiasm. Bless his soul. He always seemed to know when the tension got too thick.
Chapter Seven
Dinner tasted good, but for the most part, they talked about the rescue and the resort, and not about their feelings. That was okay by her. At the moment, her emotions were too raw to share.
Jack yawned. “I’m beat. I’m hitting the hay.”
“I’m right there behind you,” Trace said.
Diana had no desire to sit outside by herself, so she followed them both to the tent. There were two sleeping bags and three of them. “Hmm.” The injured girl had the third one.
Jack grinned. “Guess we gotta share.”
He unzipped his bag and placed it flat on the ground, then grabbed the second one for the top blanket.
“You think I’m going to get any sleep snuggled between you two?” Her breasts would be touching one of the men’s backs while her butt would be pressed against the other’s cock. Erotic thoughts would keep her up all night.
“You got a better idea?”
Going back down the other rock face was dangerous. “No.”
“You having second thoughts, sugar?”
“No. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” That was the truth.
Jack slapped his thigh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
The idea of finally making love to these two made her legs weak. They were everything she’d dreamed of in a man. Or men, in this case. Yes, they were good-looking, were business savvy, and appreciated her outdoor skills, but it was the way they cared about her happiness that meant so much to her. They seemed to want her to enjoy their loving ways and cared about her needs. Why hadn’t she seen this before?
You’ve got hang-ups, that’s why, ones you need to address then bury.
Yes, Trace and Jack could be acting, but she knew them, knew they didn’t need to pretend to any woman. If she was just a client to them, they wouldn’t have constant hard-ons, now would they?
“Climb on in, darlin’, or do you plan to kneel all night long? Not that I mind looking at your tits, but you might get cold.”
She jerked her thoughts to the men in front of her. Both were bare chested. Now there was a grand sight, indeed. “You sleeping in those pants?” Why was she always trying to incite a riot? Asking them to get naked was the same as saying she wanted them to fuck her.
“Now that you mention it, hell no. I’ll be a mite more comfortable going au naturel. It’s the way I sleep every night.”
Really? Thinking about either man gloriously naked turned her on, as did Jack’s speech. She loved how he had the Western drawl down to perfection. Maybe speaking without an accent like he did in Flagstaff Prep would have put off some of his clients.
She glanced to Trace to see if he’d shed his pants too. Trace kept his gaze on her, smiled, then took off his pants in one swift movement. Yes!
Their cocks lay straight up on their flat stomachs, making her pussy cream. She sucked in a breath. Could she make love to both men? At the same time?
A little late now to pull back.
The big question was how she’d feel in the morning if she did. Would she be racked with guilt or be deliriously happy? Maybe she should be asking herself whether she could walk away tomorrow and not look back.
Aw, hell, she was leaving anyway, so she might as well have some good memories to take with her. She hoped she hadn’t fallen into a rationalization trap again.
She so loved how they made her feel. How that happened so fast, she didn’t know, but it did.
Stop analyzing. Do what you want.
“Darlin’? Are you okay? We’re waiting for you.”
“Yes. Just thinking about logistics.” She’d gotten way too good at lying, something she needed to change.
While the lone flashlight illuminated one nylon wall of the tent, which allowed her to see the bed, the rest of the tent was shrouded in shadows. She got rid of her boots and socks and set them near the entrance. Next came her shirt. She debated turning around to take off her jog bra, but they’d seen all of her many, many times.
Trying to act as if it were what one did in the woods, she took off her bra, then slid off her shorts. Trace lifted up the top sleeping bag. There was a space between the two men and she crawled toward them.
“Hold it one second,” Trace commanded. “Do you really think we’d let you cover up your sweet pussy for the night if we’re naked?” He paused long enough for her to answer, but she didn’t. “If you choose to come into bed. I need to warn you. We plan on taking you the way we’ve wanted to since the moment we met.”
More liquid pooled between her legs, and her heart sped up. Even her traitorous nipples puckered. “And if I crawl into the bed, I plan on doing to you two what I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you, too.”
Where had that sass come from? Was it because she finally had conquered her demons and was no longer cowed by them? Or didn’t she need their acceptance because she’d already gotten it?
“Well, sugar, I guess we’re all in agreement. We want to fuck you silly.”
She should have been offended by Trace’s crude statement, but he said it with such levity that she took no offense. She wanted to shout out loud, but instead sat on the edge of the sleeping bag, lifted her legs high in the air, and stripped off her panties. Trace’s hand went straight to his cock as if he couldn’t wait to have her. She got back on her knees and crawled in between them.
Jack placed a hand on her shoulders. “How about you stop there, darlin’?”
Would she never get to bed? “Why? I’m cold.”
“I’ll show you why.”
Jack moved behind her and slid his cock between her legs. He rubbed her tits, and she couldn’t help but moan at how wonderful his callused palms were against her sensitive skin.
“That help warm you up?”
“Yes.” Her whole body seemed to explode with heat.
After tonight, she’d never hold back. She would scream and moan and buck and sway whenever she wanted to. If they realized how much their lovemaking turned her on, so much the better.
She wiggled her butt under his touch. “That feels so good.” Finally, she could be honest about how much they turned her on.
“Well, before the night is over, it’s going to feel a whole lot better.” He pinched her sensitive nipples as he nudged her wet pussy open with his cock. “My only regret, darlin’, is that I didn’t think to bring any lube. I’m not taking you from behind until I
know you’re good and ready.”
She’d been about to say she wanted him regardless, but thought he would know better. “I’m holding you to it, cowboy.”
“You can bet your life on it.” Too bad she had no plans of seeing them after tonight. The thought nearly stole her breath away, but it was for the best. She reached out for Trace’s cock.
“Hold it,” he said. “Our little lady here took way too much time getting undressed. She should have been naked a long time ago and begging us to fuck her. I think she needs to be punished. You want that sugar, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Damn, her response came too fast, but she longed for his rough hand to spank her, to bring her close to a climax with just a few loving slaps.
“Come to Trace and give me your sexy ass. Jack, why don’t you satisfy her in another way for the time being.”
He grunted, but she bet he knew with more foreplay came better sex.
God, could this get any better? She stayed on her hands and knees and straddled Trace’s lap, her right side against his naked chest. Jack knelt in front of her, his big cock right in her face. She reached up to touch him when the first slap propelled her forward, forcing her to drop her hand to balance.
Jack reached out to steady her. “Go ahead, sweet thing, and suck my cock while Trace spanks you.”
Her pussy cramped from the thought of such pleasure. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, squeezing her lips over the large mushroom-shaped head. Trace’s hand connected with her butt, jettisoned her forward, and she swallowed more of Jack.
“Oh, baby. That’s good. Fuck my cock.”
From Jack’s enthusiastic response, she sucked harder, moving up and down with each slap. Trace alternated between slapping and rubbing, soothing her aches. Heat built, creating the most exquisite, carnal throbbing through her whole body. She wanted to fuck them so badly, but she enjoyed the erotic pain too much to ask.
Instead of the next expected hit, Trace ran a thumb over her clit and she jumped.
“She’s almost ready.”
Almost? She would have voiced her disbelief had Jack’s cock not been wedged deep in her throat.
Trace spread her pussy wide open then plunged two fingers inside her. She squeezed not only Jack’s cock with her mouth but Trace’s fingers inside her, needing the pressure.
“Milk me, sugar.”
She pumped forward and backward, taking Jack’s dick to the back of her throat, enjoying every thrust while she pressed down on Trace’s wonderful fingers he’d worked deep inside her.
Trace nudged her hips sideways to get out from under her. Excitement blasted her cunt as he got behind her and dipped the end of his cock inside her ready pussy. She slid Jack’s cock out of her mouth so she could tell him what she wanted.
“Fuck me now. Please.” She wanted him so badly she’d do anything for the feel of him inside her.
“My pleasure, sugar. Just give me a sec to get some protection.”
He’d come prepared? Paper ripped, and a moment later Trace pushed into her, stretching her to the max. He was far larger than he looked. Her breath lodged in her throat. He must have sensed her tightness, for he stopped moving a moment to give her time to adjust to his size.
“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known. Jack, wait ’til you fuck her. My God, you are tight. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
His words drove her higher, to a new plane of existence. Never had anyone given such joy to her body. She wanted to give him everything in return, including her heart.
Jack grabbed his cock and pressed it to her lips to remind her she was in the middle of eating him. Gladly, she opened up and took him inside. The simultaneous sensation of them loving her blasted her with tingles. She moved in the same rhythm as Trace’s plunging. His in-and-out motion came harder, then faster.
“I’m coming,” Jake cried.
Warm cum filled her mouth and she swallowed the hot, salty flavor. His heavy panting excited her, and she sucked the rest of his liquid gold from his cock. She swore a bond formed between them, as if they’d shared something so special it could never be repeated. Even after his release, he stayed inside her mouth as if being in there was pure nirvana.
Trace grabbed her hips and pumped with an incredible intensity. Blood pounded in her head as her climax built. Just as Trace’s liquid spewed in her, she let go and came, screaming his name, holding her breath as his cock expanded.
“Oh, God, Trace. It’s too much.”
A minute later, Trace dropped his face on her back and Jack held her head steady. No one said anything. Then Trace pulled out and collapsed on the sleeping bag. Her body’s energy dropped, and she too fell beside him.
“Now, darlin’, don’t even think the night is over. I’ve just gotta have your pussy or I’ll never sleep again.”
“You just came.” She could barely move. How could he have been ready again?
Jack reached over and dragged a hand down her cheek. That one touch made her body explode with need. How was that possible? Trace leaned over and kissed her. His touch was tender and loving, as if he too wanted more. A switch flipped inside her, and she knew she had to have them again.
“I want you, too.”
“Darlin’, there isn’t enough room for me to lift you up on my cock, so how about you ride me like a horse?”
She drew her gaze to his cock. To her amazement, it was hard and oh so ready.
Jack laughed, and she knew she was in the best ride of her life.
He stretched out and crossed one ankle over the other.
“That won’t do, cowboy.” She lightly slapped his ankles. “Open up for me so I can plunge my pussy onto your raging hard cock.”
Since when did she talk like that? Since she’d met these two men.
Jack grinned. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime for a woman like you.” He unhooked his ankles and spread his legs. His hand cupped his balls and adjusted them.
He didn’t really mean what he’d just said, that she was the woman of his dreams. To the Jack DeMarcos of the world, she was just another conquest. But right now, she didn’t care. She wanted him, so she crawled on top and hovered above his cock for a moment.
“Don’t make me wait, darlin’. I’m dying here.”
“Crybaby.” She laughed, loving the banter between them.
Trace handed her a condom. “Might want to use this.”
“Thanks.” She tore open the wrapping and slowly lowered the condom over Jack’s cock.
“Hurry up. I’m dying here.”
She loved it when he begged. “I’m coming.”
Since her pussy was so wet from fucking Trace, she slipped down over him, expecting him to fit easily. Wrong. He seemed to grow thicker once inside her.
Probably to distract her, Trace moved behind her back, pressed his chest against her, and pinched her nipples.
The sweet pain heightened her awareness of how needy her body had become for them. He leaned over and drew his lips to her ear. “When you fuck him, I want you to think only of me.”
She doubted that would happen. Though as much as she adored Jack, with Trace behind her, her thoughts would stray to him, too.
When Jack’s cock was fully pressed against the back of her womb, she lifted up an inch and his whiskey-brown eyes widened. The light bounced off his face, allowing her to watch the emotions flash across his face. She adored how his mouth twisted every time she slid up and down his length.
Trace reached his strong arms around her waist, slid a hand down her belly, and opened her folds. He rubbed her clit, nearly making her climax again. Oh, my God. She was so not going to last long enough for Jack to come again. Trace’s hard cock pressed against her back, and she leaned against him, savoring every inch of him.
Trace’s tongue made a meal of her throat and shoulder as she rose up and down on Jack.
“That’s it, darlin’. Faster. Come for me.”
Bombarded with such loving and having every cell
of her body exploding with need, the rush of passion took over and tipped her over the edge.
“Oh, Jack. Oh, Trace.”
Both worked to bring her higher until her climax rained down on her. Jack pumped his seed into her as Trace’s hot liquid branded her back.
She fell forward onto Jack’s chest and Trace toppled on her back, supporting himself. Never had she been more sated.
“I’ll never move again.” And she didn’t for a long while.
* * * *
Jack paced the front desk with the letter in his hand. “You sure Diana gave this to you?” He had to force himself not to shout at Sharon. He’d never seen Diana’s handwriting. This had to be a joke, some kind of big mistake, but in his heart, he knew it wasn’t.
Sharon nodded. “Personally.”
“But her stay isn’t over. She checked out for good?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Did she say anything to you? Did she act pissed, or sad, or what?” This couldn’t be happening, not after the most amazing time of his life last night.
For the first time, he had a connection with a woman who he wanted to be around for a long time. He was even willing to leave the resort to make a life with her, and now this happened.
Get real.
Clearly, she didn’t want to be with him. The letter was her nice way of telling them that. He wasn’t worthy, so who could blame her? He had nothing to offer a woman like her. She owned her own business, and he was merely a worker who spent his time satisfying women. Hell, he fucked them and left them without looking back, without making any attachments. Ever. Getting close only caused pain.
But all that had changed when Diana came into his life.
Sharon interrupted his musings. “She said she had the best time ever, but that it was time to go home.”
Time to go home and time to go back to her wonderful life without them.
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