She smiled. “We can talk later tonight.”
“You can say it now. Tell my why you feel too ashamed to talk about the warehouse fire,” Eddie pushed. Tyler and Lance both looked concerned as they held her gaze.
Her eyes filled with tears. “I had given up. I wasn’t even going to try and escape from that window. I figured I had the chance to love the three of you and that was better to have never loved you at all.”
“Oh, baby, but you didn’t. You tore open that glass, you climbed out to that rickety old fire escape and took a chance to save yourself so we could be together and continue loving one another,” Eddie told her.
“I know. That’s what I’ve been focusing on. Serefina told me that I’ve been given a second chance at life and I can ponder over the negatives about this and ask why or I can do something with the life I’ve been given.”
“That’s great advice,” Tyler whispered as he caressed a strand of hair from Tasha’s cheek and pushed it softly behind her ear.
“Our sister should know,” Lance added as he caressed her knee.
“Do you think any less of me for taking someone’s life?” she asked and saw the flash of emotion cross Eddie’s face.
“No, baby. You did what you needed to do to survive. Dash was going to kill you,” he told her.
“He attacked you. You watched him set Merk on fire. He deserved to die,” Tyler added.
“It was his life or yours. That’s also why you broke that glass, why you took that chance to save yourself and to be with us again. You’re a survivor, a fighter, and that makes us so very proud of you, baby. Very proud of you,” Lance told her.
She felt her heart soar with relief. She took a deep breath and released it. “I’m going to start therapy this week. I think I need to talk to someone about all these feelings, and what’s bothering me. Nate Hawkins talked me into it.”
“Nate?” Lance asked.
“When did you talk with Nate?” Tyler asked, sounding jealous.
“Tyler, Nate is interested in Catalina, I think. Anyway, I think if I talk to someone it will help me feel better, and maybe even sleep better at night. I don’t want to be a burden waking up crying and grasping onto one of you all the time.”
“We don’t mind one bit. In fact, we want you to need us as much as we need you,” Lance told her, and she smiled.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and then looked around them.
“I need you very badly. Do you think we can leave as soon as dessert is served?” she asked.
“Hell, baby, we can go right now,” Tyler said and then lifted her up into the air and began to carry her up the beach.
She laughed as she told him to stop it. “No, Tyler, that would be rude. But I promise when we get to my apartment, I’m going to show the three of you how much I love you.”
They smiled wide as Tyler carried her up the beach to the picnic tables. All their friends were smiling, and looked relived to see Tasha smiling, too.
* * * *
Tasha washed up and put on the sexy red negligee she’d bought months ago while fantasizing about making love to Tyler, Lance, and Eddie. She peeked through the doorway to see them naked and lying on her bed. She had to chuckle.
“Are you ready for my surprise?” she asked, hiding behind the door.
“Come on, baby, you got me so fucking hard right now. I need you,” Tyler teased.
Tasha walked out of the bathroom and watched as their eyes lit up. All three of them sat up on the bed.
“Holy shit. Where did you get that?” Eddie asked her.
She smiled wide as she twirled around, letting the breeze lift her top and reveal the sheer see-through thong panties she had on.
“Fire-engine red, my favorite color,” Lance said as he pulled her into his arms, lifted her up, and carried her to the bed.
“When did you get this, baby?” Eddie asked as he ran his palm along her belly and straight to her breast, cupping the mound. Tyler was already pulling off the panties, and spreading her thighs wide.
“Oh God, Tyler, slow down.”
He nipped her clit and she squealed. “Red means go fast. You set my heart on fire, baby, only one thing is going to put it out.” He delved his tongue in deep and began to alternate tongue and fingers into her cunt.
She held his head as Eddie and Lance feasted on her breasts.
“So, I ask again, when did you get this little number?”
“Months ago.” She moaned as she felt the tiny spasms of cream release from her very needy pussy.
“Months ago?” Lance asked. All three men stared at her and stopped what they were doing.
“Hello? Don’t stop. You have that fire to put out, Tyler, come on,” she teased.
“You said months ago. Explain,” Eddie ordered in that stern, sexy way that always turned her on.
She reached up, placing her palm against Eddie’s cheek and one against Lance’s. “One night, while I was home alone fantasizing about the three of you, I ordered this online. I thought you might like it if I ever had a chance with you.”
Tyler picked her up and placed her on top of him. He cupped her cheeks as she held onto his chest despite her cast.
“Take me inside of you now,” he ordered. She licked her lips and lifted up and then lowered onto his thick, hard shaft. She closed her eyes and they both moaned.
She felt Eddy’s fingers under her chin and Lance’s lips against her spine.
“We fantasized about you, too, baby,” Eddie told her as he stroked his cock and leaned up.
She licked her lips and was about to take his shaft into her mouth when she paused.
Lance was behind her pressing lube to her anus.
“Oh God, you did? What did you fantasize about doing to me?” she asked, sounding breathless.
“I thought about this wet, hot pussy, and burying my dick deep until you cried out my name,” Tyler stated and thrust his pelvis up as he held her hips in place. She gasped.
“I thought about this sexy mouth, and how good it would feel as you sucked my cock while my brothers fucked your pussy and ass.”
She opened wide as Eddie pressed his cock between her lips and she began to suck on him. It was so erotic and sexy. She was completely turned on as Tyler thrust upward. Eddie gripped her hair and slowly pumped his cock deeper down her throat. She hummed and moaned.
Then she jerked the moment she felt Eddie slap her ass. “And I fantasized about spanking this sexy ass and fucking you good while my brothers fucked that sweet, wet cunt and stroked that sexy mouth. This is a fantasy come true.” Eddie thrust into her deeply from behind, making her moan. In and out the three men stroked and thrust into each hole.
They set a slow pace that didn’t last too long. Just as she was feeling so full, content, and falling into the rhythm, her three men picked up the pace, drawing more and more out of her. It was so erotic and wild. It was way more than she ever fantasized about, and her love for them ran deeper than any other emotion. They were a part of her, and she was a part of them.
She felt Eddie’s cock thicken and elongate in her mouth. She sucked faster, trying to keep up with Tyler’s and Lance’s strokes when Eddie came in her mouth. Then Tyler grunted and thrust very fast as he held her hips and called out her name. “Tasha!”
Tyler came, and she screamed her release. Eddie thrust two more times and she gasped as he penetrated her so deeply.
They were all panting, and she lowered against Tyler as Eddie caressed her hair and stroked her sensitive nipple between his thumb and pointer.
They lay together caressing, kissing, and whispering words of love as Tasha absorbed it all. Nothing else seemed to matter, or seemed to be as important or powerful as the feelings of love she had for her men. She would go through counseling and get through the scary and violent memories because of her three men and their support. She didn’t need to waste any more time on thoughts of Dash, of the fire, and of almost giving up instead of fighting for her life.
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Her focus would be in appreciating the life she was given, and the men whom she adored. Everything else would work out, because she was right where she belonged. In a beautiful community in Treasure Town, amongst her friends and her lovers who would always set her heart on fire.
“Okay, who’s ready for round two?” she asked. They chuckled while caressing her skin.
Tyler ran his hand over her ass and squeezed it. “Round two?” he asked.
“Well, I have about a dozen more sexy things to model for you, and I can think of at least a dozen different positions I fantasized about being in while we made love,” she countered in a sexy, sassy tone.
“Well then let’s get started. Tyler, you grab the restraints. Lance, you get the nipple clamps,” Eddie ordered.
“Restraints? Nipple clamps?” she asked, slowly sliding off the bed.
All three men smiled as Lance rubbed his hands together. “We have a bunch of our own fantasies, baby, and making them a reality starts now.”
Tasha squealed as Lance chased her out of the bedroom and through the small apartment. She squealed when he lifted her up onto the counter in the kitchen and held her gaze.
“Lance?” she asked, panting and holding his gaze as he adjusted his cock and pressed up into her.
“Damn, woman, you feel so good. Fucking you in your kitchen against the counter was one of my fantasies.” He covered her mouth and kissed her deeply as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. She held on and counterthrust as her heart felt light and happy with thoughts of love and desire as well as how she could get them back with one of her own little wild fantasies.
“What do we have here?” Tyler asked as he and Eddie joined them. Lance released her lips and she held their gazes. She glanced to the right and saw the ceramic container with the wide, flat soft spatula in red. She grabbed it.
“I’m fulfilling one of Lance’s fantasies, and then I have my own.” She slapped the spatula against Lance’s ass cheek and he gripped her hand and placed the one holding the spatula against the counter. He held her gaze.
“The only one getting her ass spanked is you.”
His firm assertive response made her smile wide until he began a series of fast, hard thrusts that made her lose the ability to focus on anything but being made love to by her three men. Her firefighters and her fantasy come true.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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