“Do you really think you should be challenging us?” The warning in his voice made her insides go all gooey. “I know we’re up to it, but I just want to make sure you can take it.”
The image his intense tone brought about slammed through her with so much force she was amazed she didn’t come on the spot. She closed her eyes, remembered the feel of being between them. It was something she had lain awake dreaming of for days now. Alone, in a cold bed.
She opened her eyes and found Marc in front of her. He was so close she could feel heat pouring off his body.
"India?" His hard gaze spoke his need for her. She glanced at Wade who was studying them. His gaze moved down her body, and she could feel it as if he had touched her. Prickles of heat flashed over her flesh as he raised it once more to meet hers.
Her mouth was dry, her body combustible, her panties damp.
She returned her attention to Marc. "I can take anything you can dish out."
He crowded her against the doorframe and pressed his groin against hers. He flexed his hips, and she shuddered at the feel of his hard cock against her. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, but he moved away before she could touch him.
"No. You don't touch. You don't decide. You said you could take it, and we are about to find out."
He moved around her and said over his shoulder to Wade, "Bring her into your bedroom."
Wade gave her no chance to respond to the orders. Instead, he bent down and scooped her into his arms.
"Wade..."
He smiled at her. "Shh. Everything’s fine."
He followed Marc into his room, then placed her on his bed.
"Take off your shirt." The command shot out from Marc like a whip. Instead of getting angry, the brutal tone had another gush of liquid lining her inner lips and dampening her panties. Heat wound through her blood. She hesitated, and he said, "Now, India."
She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. A rush of goose bumps rose over her skin the moment the cool air hit her heated flesh.
Marc came to her then. He brushed the backs of his fingers over first one nipple, then the other. They were already hard, aching, her breasts so tender she almost screamed when he touched them.
With ease, he hit the front clasp of her bra. The fabric slipped away, her breast pouring out into his hands. "Such beautiful flesh." He tweaked a nipple then stepped away. "Get rid of the rest of your clothes."
She stood and hurried to meet his demands, then sat back down, her legs together.
He shook his head and Wade chuckled.
"Don't be bad, India. Let us see that pretty little pussy."
Excitement skittered over her nerve endings at the tone Marc used. She knew he had it in him, had sensed it from the beginning. Marc liked to be in charge, and God help her, it turned her on to hear it in his voice. She did as ordered. Another rush of moisture coated her slit.
"Damn," Wade muttered. "She's dripping."
She quivered at the craving that filled his voice. To be so needed, so wanted, it overwhelmed her.
"You say you can take us both on. Are you sure?" Marc asked.
She nodded, unable to speak. The way both of them were looking at her robbed her of speech. It was if she were the only woman in the world for the two of them. It was then that it hit her. They did think she was the only woman for them. She had been ready to commit to them, but she had not thought that this was completely permanent for them.
"Why don't you take a taste of that pussy, Wade?" Desire darkened his voice.
Wade smiled. "Yeah, why don’t I?"
Without another word, he slid to his knees in front of her and placed his mouth on her pussy. She was ready to come the moment she felt the heat of his breath, the swipe of his tongue. She closed her eyes wanting to revel in the feel of his mouth as he slipped his tongue between her folds. Heat gathered, tightened, the pressure in her pussy gaining with each thrust of his tongue. She could feel her orgasm there, just out of reach.
"Just one thing, India." She couldn't register that Marc was talking to her until he pinched one of her nipples. She opened her eyes to find him on the bed next to her, completely naked. His cock was hard, a drop of pre-cum wetting the tip of the angry head. She licked her lips wanting a taste, needing it. He pinched her nipple again. "You’re aiming for a spanking."
Wade pulled away from her sex, and she almost groaned in pain. "I’d like to see that."
"Her ass gets so red. I plan on getting it nice and rosy while I fuck her ass tonight."
Wade laughed, then set his mouth on her again. His tongue slid up and over her clit. Her orgasm started to build, the tension becoming almost painful, but Marc stopped it.
"Wade, move away."
Wade did as Marc ordered, and she caught the smile the two men shared.
"Are you trying to torture me?" she asked.
Marc rubbed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. "There's no trying about it. You challenged us, and we are going to do it."
His warning sent another shaft of heat spiraling through her blood, warming her from the inside out. She opened her mouth, but he placed his fingers on her lips. "There is one hard and fast rule tonight. You can't come unless I tell you to."
She moaned and flopped back on the bed. "You’re going to kill me."
Marc leaned over her, his smile seductive and loving at the same time. "Only with pleasure, love."
She laughed but ended up moaning when Wade slipped a finger between her pussy lips. She could feel her muscles clamp on to his digit as he moved it in and out of her. Again, her orgasm built, shimmered just out of reach before Wade pulled away.
This time, he was replaced by Marc, who moved her farther up the bed, then covered her with his body. He settled on his knees between her legs and lifted her hips. With one solid, hard, thrilling thrust, he was in her to the hilt.
“Oh, God.” She could barely get the words out. Her pussy vibrated, pulling on his cock.
“Don’t come.”
His clear gaze captured hers, and he didn’t let her break contact as he pulled out of her and shoved all the way back in. Slowly, he tortured her with easy strokes, rubbing his thumb over her clit every few thrusts.
Wade joined them on the bed, naked, his cock hard and wanting her. The thrill of having two men needing her and only her left her dizzy. Her heartbeat accelerated as he moved to her head.
“Suck him,” Marc ordered.
She didn’t wait. She opened her mouth and welcomed Wade’s cock. Together, both men moved in rhythm. As Marc pulled out, Wade shoved his cock deep in her throat. The sweet-salty taste of him filled her mouth, and she could feel his head bump up against the back of her throat. Each time she neared her orgasm, Marc would change position. Frustration built with arousal.
Abruptly, both men pulled away. She moaned because this time, it did hurt. Every pleasure point on her body hummed, ached. She wanted to protest, but she didn’t have time. Before she knew what was happening, Marc was pulling her up and Wade took her place. Marc turned her over and placed her on Wade.
“India.” She lifted her eyelids and stared down at Wade, his eyes darkened with passion, his need for her easy to ready. She pulled herself up to her knees, and just as Marc had done before, Wade entered her, hard, swift, and to the hilt. She felt her muscles cling to his cock, pull him deeper.
“Jesus, Marc, she’s wet.”
Marc slid his hands up over her ass, squeezing her flesh. “I know. Damn near came the moment I got inside her pussy. Feels like heaven.”
Wade groaned as he pulled out and thrust back in.
“Oh, God, Wade,” she moaned.
“What is it, baby?” Wade asked, his voice breathless as he continued to move in and out of her. “What do you need?”
“I need to come.”
“No.” Marc said the word, short and to the point. But as he said it, his finger slipped into her anus, preparing her for his entry. The cool lube made her shiver, her antic
ipation growing. “I’m going to be deep inside this ass when you come. I want to feel those muscles tighten on my cock as I fill your tight little hole.”
The hunger she heard in his voice almost sent her over the edge, but Wade stilled as she felt the bed dip behind her. Marc’s cock poked at her entrance as Wade’s hands pulled her cheeks apart.
“Shit,” Marc muttered as he worked his shaft farther into her. Both he and Wade groaned as his slipped past the first ring of muscles.
“Good, huh?” Wade asked.
Now she felt full to bursting, both men into her to the hilt, their cocks pulsing against her inner muscles. Marc moved his mouth over her shoulder as Wade took her face in his hands and pulled her down for a hot, wet kiss. His tongue swept in as he began to move again. This time, they moved together, both thrust into her at once. The pleasure-pain they built had her shivering, begging for relief. Sweat poured off both men as they continued to work her, pushing her just up to the edge, but not allowing her to jump over. When she tried to change the direction, take over, Marc did as promised. He slapped his hand flat against the fullest part of her ass. The sharp sting shot through her right to her pussy and ass. It added another level of torture to the need pulsing through her.
He slapped her again. “You going to do as I say?”
She couldn’t answer him right away. Too many emotions, the love she had for both men, the surrender she wanted to give to them and only to them, choked her. Tears streamed down her face as she opened her mouth. All the escaped was a moan.
He continued his slaps.
“India?”
She finally gathered up enough strength to nod and Marc relented.
Both men began to increase their thrusts, moving faster, harder. She thought she would die from the pleasure as she climbed to the pinnacle once more. Marc shifted behind her, then said, “Come for us, India. Do it.”
She sobbed out their names as she came, her body convulsing, her pussy and ass pulling both of their cocks further into her body. Both men groaned, the sound so primal it touched something in her soul. First Wade stilled, his body bowing off the bed as he filled her pussy. A moment later, Marc followed, yelling her name as he came.
Long moments later, he collapsed on top of her, but she barely noticed. Her body felt used, spent, her mind pleasantly blank as she drifted into sleep.
* * * *
“India, baby?” Marc whispered. “Are you okay?”
She snuggled her backside against his growing erection and he groaned. It had been just over an hour since they all passed out. He knew that they needed to discuss things.
As he watched her lay between the two of them, Marc could not help but feel a wave of contentment and satisfaction wash over him. She was theirs, now more than she had been before.
“Wade, wake up.”
Wade mumbled something and pulled India against him. “Don’t wanna.”
He nibbled on India’s neck, and Marc knew just how she tasted. The sweet, sassy flavor of her flesh would always draw him. And he wanted nothing more than to take her again, watch her go over again, but they needed to make sure that the air was cleared.
“Wade.”
His friend frowned then shot him a nasty look. “What?”
Marc lifted an eyebrow. “There are things we need to discuss.”
Wade nodded. “India, we need to talk to you.”
She rolled over onto her back and lifted her arms over her shoulder. Arching her back off the bed, she stretched. Marc’s mouth watered at the sight of her pretty pink nipples on display. They were hard, begging for their hands, their mouths.
Wade cleared his throat, and Marc lifted his gaze to his friend’s. The amusement he saw in his friend’s gaze made him shrug.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to have another go. I just said we needed to clear the air.”
“About what?” India asked sleepily.
“Us.”
She opened her eyes. Her soft, loving look made his heart turn over in his chest.
“Marc wants to be sure you understand what is going on here,” Wade offered.
She smiled. “I think I have the hang of it. Although, I wouldn’t mind another practice session.”
Wade chuckled and Marc felt his dick twitch. She slipped her hand down his body and he had to grab it.
“No, you do that, then we won’t get this settled.”
“What is there to settle? We’re together.”
“We want this to be permanent,” Wade said.
She glanced at Wade, then turned her attention back to Marc. “I know. We settled that before the shooting.”
“No. You seemed unsure earlier.”
She said nothing for a moment, then she looked again from Wade then back to him. “I am not good at relationships.” Both of them opened their mouths, but she stopped them. “No. I had very few boyfriends, and my one long relationship was with Johnny. I thought maybe you were mad at me about what happened. I thought the reason you hadn’t touched me was because you didn’t want me.”
Wade started laughing. “Honey, Marc and I have been barely keeping our hands off you. We just thought to give you time.”
She smiled. “I figured that out.” She placed a hand on each one of their cheeks. “I love you both. You make me feel so special, so loved, I just can’t imagine life without you.”
Wade turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. “I love you, too.”
She turned toward Marc, and he bent his head and rested it on her forehead. “I love you, India.”
Then he kissed her, trying his best to pour everything into that kiss. She opened her mouth and he dove in. In just a few seconds, his heart was already beating out of control. When he pulled away, they were both breathing heavily.
“Hey, leave some of that for me.” Wade pushed him aside and leaned in for a kiss himself. As he watched his best friend lose himself in kissing India, Marc’s hunger grew.
By the time Wade drew away from her, he could tell that Wade and India were ready for another round as was he. But he knew they had one more thing to cover.
“India.” Her blue gaze was clouded with passion and his own spiked. “You will live with us? Be ours?”
She nodded
“But,” Wade said, “It might raise eyebrows.”
She shrugged. “Not sure that matters. Besides, it’s our own business. You’re not trying to scare me off, are you?”
“No,” Wade said, chuckling.
“You aren’t getting rid of us that easily,” Marc commented.
Her eyes sparkled. “Good, because you are both stuck with me.”
Marc took her hand again. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She glanced at Wade, who offered her a huge grin. “No way. You’re ours.”
“And we are about to prove that to you, in case our earlier lesson didn’t,” Marc said and was rewarded with a full, lusty laugh.
“I’m counting on it,” she said as Marc covered her body.
Wade leaned over and brushed his lips over her. “We’ll make sure to live up to your demands, every day for the rest of our lives.”
India smiled at both of them as she slipped her hands up over Marc’s shoulders. “I do like the sound of that.”
Satisfaction filled Marc’s heart as he bent his head to kiss India.
Now he knew she was theirs, for now and forever.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born to an Air Force family at an Army hospital, Melissa has always been a little bit screwy. She was further warped by her years of watching Monty Python and her strange family. Her love of romance novels developed after accidentally picking up a Linda Howard book. From then on, she was hooked. She read close to 300 novels in one year and decided romance was her true calling instead of the literary short stories and suspense stories she had been writing. After many attempts, she realized that romantic comedy, or at least romance with a co
medic edge, was where she was destined to be.
Influences in her writing come from Nora Roberts, Jenny Crusie, Susan Andersen, Amanda Quick, Jayne Anne Krentz, Julia Quinn, Christina Dodd, and Lori Foster. Since her first release in 2004, Melissa has written close to thirty short stories, novellas and novels released with seven different publishers in a variety of genres and time periods. Those releases included a 2005 Eppie Finalist, Three Capa finalists, and an International ebook best seller in June of 2005.
Since she was a military brat, she vowed never to marry military. Alas, fate always has her way with mortals. Her husband is an Air Force major, and together they have their own military brats, two girls, and an adopted dog-daughter. They live wherever the military sticks them, which, she is sure, will always involve heat and bugs only seen on the Animal Discovery Channel. In her spare time, she reads, complains about bugs, travels, cooks, reads some more, watches her DVD collections of Arrested Development and Seinfeld, and tries to convince her family that she truly is a delicate genius. She has yet to achieve her last goal.
She has always believed that romance and humor go hand in hand. Love can conquer all and as Mark Twain said, "Against the assault of laughter, nothing can stand." Combining the two, she hopes she gives her readers a thrilling love story, filled with chuckles along the way, and a happily ever after.
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