“Whatever you want, honey.”
Ian inserted his ring finger in beside the other, her sphincter trying to clamp down tightly on his digits. He used his wrist to rub against her clit, giving enough stimulation that her pussy was starting to spasm in warning. He was bringing her off with just two fingers in her ass. The tingling started in her toes and traveled up her leg. Unfortunately, the sensation abruptly stopped at her knees when he pulled both fingers out with what would have been a pop had her lower half not been in the water.
“Lift up,” Ian said gruffly.
Shea flattened her feet on the ceramic and lifted her hips. His pelvis followed her and when his cock was up out of the water, Ian grabbed the condom and lubricant on the side of the tub that he must have placed there earlier. Lathering the rubber with a healthy dose of lube, he then grabbed her hips and situated her the way he wanted. At first, Shea was about to protest that being in this position wouldn’t allow her any control. But when his tip pushed past her anal muscle, Shea could only moan her acceptance.
Even with Ian holding her hips, her weight and the amount of lube had his dick sliding in rather quickly. Her pussy felt empty. She wanted him to start thrusting, but apparently he had other ideas. He held her hips still with one hand while the other dipped into the water and focused on her clit. Because of her spread legs, her folds were separated to expose the bundle of nerves that was now throbbing. He made circular motions, but it didn’t distract from the fullness in her ass. Because he wasn’t moving, Ian’s cock was lodged in her like a hand in a glove. Since the bottom of his shaft was thick, Shea felt as if she could be split in two. The difference in sensation from her ass to her pussy caused her to whimper.
“Please let me move, Ian,” Shea pleaded. “I can’t take it any longer.”
“I’m just getting you warmed up for Gray, honey.”
Ian pulled his left hand from her hip and trailed it up to her breast. Using it as a lever, he squeezed and brought her to lay flush against his chest. He rolled her nipple and then gave it a slight pinch, reminding her of what her anus was feeling at the moment. The fingers that had been teasing her clit moved lower, plunging into her pussy. She was so wet, he easily plunged three fingers inside of her. The tingles started again in her toes, making her curl them against the floor of the tub. Slowly, the quivers worked their way up, and Shea knew it was only a matter of time before she went flying.
“Uh-uh,” Ian said, stopping all stimulation.
“Ian!”
Shea reached for the sides of the tub, not caring that he wasn’t moving within her. Was he afraid he would come too quickly? She used her strength to raise herself up, feeling each inch of his cock slide against the ring of her muscle. The slight bit of pain felt magnificent, and with each centimeter, Shea could only whimper and sit back down. His dick shoved its way back inside of her.
“Did you guys start the party without me?”
Shea didn’t stop moving up and down, only turned her head to see Gray standing naked in the doorway. He was gorgeous, with his cock bobbing in front of him. His fingers were wrapped around his shaft, but he was using his palm to rotate over his head. The pre-cum that was leaking out of his slit was being used to make his hand slippery and glide over the velvety skin. Over and over, he slid over the tip until her mouth started to salivate. She wanted to taste him.
Gray seemed to know what she wanted. He walked to where they sat in the water, leaning his knees against the tub. In his position, his hips were able to thrust forward, giving her access to what she wanted. Unfortunately, that meant she wouldn’t be able to move up and down on Ian’s cock the way she wanted. Tilting forward, Shea darted her tongue out and took a quick taste. She felt Gray’s hands tangle with her hair, and brought her mouth over his dick. He pulled her forward until his tip hit the back of her throat.
“Do you know how to deep throat?” Gray asked, his voice like honey gliding over her skin.
Shea gave a slight shake of her head, indicating she had never done that. Yes, she had given blowjobs before, but she had never tried to take a man further than she felt comfortable. The difference between those men and these men was that she trusted Gray and Ian.
“Relax your throat,” Gray instructed.
Ian’s fingers were back to playing with her clit. Little pulses started in her nub, working their way through her pussy. Shea did as Gray instructed. When his tip reached her tonsils, his hands guided her head a little further than she had ever gone. His cock slid past the back of her throat by an inch. Shea heard a hiss pass his lips.
“Breath through your nose,” Gray ordered. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Saliva was starting to pool around his dick, and Shea swallowed instinctively. Gray shouted out, but instead of coming like she expected, he pulled out. Ian pulled his hand away, which only left her ass feeling stimulation.
“Gray, I need you to fuck me.”
Both men groaned at her statement. Ian grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, moving them until he was sitting on the step. Water cascaded all around them. The entire time, Ian was able to keep them connected. Gray stepped into the tub and sank to his knees in front of them. Shea realized his intention, which caused her pussy to contract in anticipation.
“Shea, are you sure you are not too sore from earlier?”
“I need the both of you, Gray.” Shea reached for him. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers and giving a small bite to her lower lip. “I need you two to love me and help me forget about today. I want to feel alive.”
“We’ll do whatever you ask, honey,” Ian whispered in her ear. “Lean back against me.”
Shea leaned back against his chest, but didn’t release Gray’s shoulders. He was on his knees, the perfect height for his cock to enter her pussy. Even though she and Ian were connected underwater, the lubricant that Ian had had on his fingers had stayed on her folds. Gray forged his way in, filling her in a way that she knew she would never get enough of.
As before, Ian pulled out, giving Gray the room he needed. Without wasting time, Ian and Gray set up a rhythm. Shea held on and closed her eyes. In and out, they took turns filling her holes and making her feel more complete than she had ever thought possible. She knew this time that when her toes started to curl her body would find the relief it needed. As the weightless feeling washed over her body, she felt the contractions begin and heard the men shout their release.
Her body was still coming down off the high as they brought her down slowly. Eventually, after Gray had feathered kisses all over her face, neck, and even her bandage, they pulled out of her body. Within minutes, they had her dried off and underneath Ian’s covers. They flanked both sides of her, their heat keeping her warm and in a drowsy state. She had just about fallen asleep when she heard Ian speak and felt his chin move against her head.
“We love you, Shea Brennan.”
She smiled and snuggled closer into Ian’s side, pulling Gray’s hand over her hip. She felt him spoon her back, his semi-hard cock fitting perfectly in the crack of her ass. For the first time in her life, she experienced a peacefulness settle over her heart. She felt safe, protected, and loved. Who would have ever thought she would end up like the heroines in her stories? She couldn’t wait to pen their story to paper and share with her readers that there really were happy endings.
“And I love you,” Shea responded.
Epilogue
“Shea, it’s me. I’m in Triple, Arizona.” Elise stood outside of her small red convertible, looking up and down the street. For how conservative she was, the vehicle was her one indulgence of freedom. Well, if a person discounted that she was a ménage author. It was also the one thing that drove her parents crazy, since they had no idea what she truly wrote. There were some things best left unsaid—less arguments that way. “Call me back when you get this message. Cyn said that Grayson Stevens called her a while ago to let her know that you were okay and that they caught the guy stalking you. She said
that the guy sounded smitten. I’d really rather hear the entire story from you, so you better call me. Love you. Bye.”
Elise disconnected the call and stared at the sign in front of her. Shooters. She mentally shook her head at the lack of originality. During her research trips, she had never had to enter a local watering hole. It just wasn’t her scene. But where else was she going to find men who wanted to join a ménage dating site?
The town had a sign upon entering the city limits, claiming a population of one thousand and twenty-one citizens. That wasn’t a lot of people, but probably enough to fulfill their need. So how was she to go about asking which men were interested in a ménage? Unfortunately, it would sound like she was the one intent on that type of relationship, when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. She would never, in a million years, get involved with a man, let alone two. Unlike her stories, in real life, relationships never worked.
The door to the bar slammed open, causing her to jump. Placing a hand over her heart, as if that would stop it from racing, her eyes landed on the most gorgeous specimen of the male species. He was laughing at something, his head thrown back as if he enjoyed the little things in life. The crinkles around his eyes were sexy, and the lines around his mouth were downright kissable. Elise broke out in a cold sweat. Maybe she was coming down with something, because she refused to believe that this man would cause such a reaction. She had done a lot of traveling, so maybe she had picked up a bug somewhere. Besides, she was immune to the opposite sex.
Elise saw a second man follow behind him, his smile like that of the first guy. The similarities were unmistakable, and she knew they must be brothers. Her heart wasn’t slowing down like it should, and her stomach decided that it wanted to do flips. She must look silly with a hand over her chest and another on her stomach, so Elise forced herself to drop her hands. In doing so, her cell phone crashed to the ground.
“Shit.”
Elise crouched and picked up the two pieces of plastic, forgetting about the two men who could be models for her book covers. Her glasses slipped down her nose, as usual. Her phone had literally broken in half, and as she turned it over, she saw the screen had cracked as well. She highly doubted this town had a cell phone store, which meant she would have to drive thirty miles to the nearest town. Two pairs of cowboy boots stepped into place where her cell phone had landed. She gulped, knowing they had noticed her. Using her middle finger, she pushed her glasses back up, letting her get a good visual.
Elise couldn’t help herself. She slowly took in the denim-clad legs as she brought her gaze upward. Those were some pretty big bulges. It took her a few seconds before she was able to continue. Their waists were a nice size for how big they were, which she guessed was at least six feet. Their chests were massive, and she wondered what they looked like naked. She had always been partial to chests, at least when it came to her book covers. Personally, as long as she had her favorite vibrator, she was satisfied. She finally reached their faces and was met with eyes so blue, they reminded her of the sky on a cloudless day.
Elise had found her first clients for the ménage dating site. She just needed to remind herself they weren’t for her. Taking a deep breath, Elise stood up and decided it was time to get down to business.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I currently live in the Midwest with my wonderful son and too many animals to count. I have a very supportive family, which came in handy when I decided to switch my financial career of seventeen years to writing. As most authors, I have been an avid reader all my life and have dabbled in writing since my early teens. We all have those times when reality becomes too much and we need something to lighten our hearts. The passing of my husband happened way before it should have and I live to write the happy ending I didn’t get to have. Here’s to lightening our hearts!
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
About the Author
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