“Listen, guys. I’m fine. Thank you for checking up on me. You can tell my mom I’m okay, and that I’m gonna head home soon— Hey, what the fuck!” Two muscular arms scooped her up to carry her back toward the porch.
“You’re gonna get frostbite standing in foot-deep snow in that little dress and heels.” The dark-haired, muscle-bound sex god set her down on the porch. He knelt, helping her slide the drenched heels off her frozen feet. The sight of her small foot in his massive hands only underscored how much larger they were than her.
“What are you doing?” she asked indignantly as the handsome stranger began to rub her feet and legs, helping her body temperature return to seminormal levels. Two hands came down on her shoulders from behind, making her jump in surprise. The blond one massaged her arms up and down at a rapid pace, creating friction and heat. She fought to hold back an inappropriate smirk as her mind imagined alternate scenarios creating friction and heat.
“Warming you up,” the dark-haired one said as his large hands rubbed her legs like he was trying to light a fire. It had been so long since a man had touched her body the simple sensations nearly made her moan. “How could we face your mother if we had to tell her, Sorry, Mrs. Johnson, but we thought it would be fun to just watch your daughter stupidly pace in the snow, bare-legged in a skimpy dress, and gape as she contracted frostbite. Now she’s missing three toes.” He looked up at her and grinned. The whiteness of his perfectly straight teeth, combined with a small dimple that appeared on his right cheek, made her thankful he was currently supporting her legs while he rubbed them. “Oops.” He winked.
Was she a puddle yet? Because she felt like a puddle.
“Hey!” Mercy couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable mischief in his eyes.
“True,” Golden God behind her said, resting a stubbly chin on her shoulder. Mercy would have normally shrugged off this type of physical contact, but she was oddly comfortable with the two men. And in all honesty, what the hell was normal about this situation so far? She might as well enjoy the attention while she could. “And we were already in trouble with his mother for being late to this sacred event.”
“Sacred event?” She snorted. A shiver ran through her body as a cold wind reached them. Golden God wrapped his arms around her, keeping them proprietarily above her chest and warming her backside with his body heat. She struggled to keep her voice from shaking as she said, “More like merry house of horrors.”
“What are you talking about? It’s a nondenominational holiday party. Who doesn’t love those?” Dark-Eyed and Gorgeous asked as his rough hands rubbed the arches of her right foot.
“I don’t,” she said. The small amount of good humor she’d felt from their conversation flew away with the cold winter wind, reminding her of everything that had happened that evening, and all that awaited her upon her return. Mercy tugged her foot away from Dark Eyes and shrugged Goldie’s hands off her shoulders. “Thanks for the warm-up,” she mumbled, bending to grab her shoes before heading back into the house. She’d make her excuses, grab her coat and keys, and run for her car. A five-minute affair, if she didn’t let herself become waylaid by her family.
A hand grabbed her wrist. “Wait. Please,” said Blondie. He looked toward his friend for a second before bringing his attention back to her. “We’d like to talk with you more. Let’s go inside, sit by the fire, and I’ll play you piano tunes that don’t sound like nails on a chalkboard.”
The idea of going back into that living room was too much for her to fathom. Hell, it had been years since the incident with her ex, and she could barely walk past that damn closet without wanting to punch someone.
“As tempting as that sounds—”
“We’re not taking no for an answer. I’m Dylan, by the way. This is Austin, my boyfriend.” And there went the pièce de résistance of her evening. The two hottest men who had ever paid her any attention were gay. Of course they were.
Austin dipped down to grab a handful of snow and then rose to coat her blood-covered knuckles. She shivered in relief, wondering why she hadn’t done that upon her initial stumble into the snow. The ice soothed her swollen skin, and the care and gentleness with which Austin held her hand soothed her icy heart.
“And in the spirit of complete honesty,” Dylan said, tugging at a stray curl around her shoulder and pinning her with a smoldering gaze that had the potential to blow her lace panties right off. “We’re bisexual and intensely attracted to you.”
Mercy stood and stared, dumbfounded. She had absolutely nothing to say to that.
“In fact,” Dylan continued as if they were speaking about the freaking weather, “we’re interested in taking you to our bed.”
“Your bed?” she asked, flabbergasted by their bravado and breathless at the prospect of sleeping with more than one man at a time, especially these men. Lord, it had been over two years since she’d received sexual stimulus from anything other than her vibrator.
“Yes.” He moved closer. The heat from his body seemed to surround her, confuse her. Ten minutes ago she was beating the shit out of Billy the terrible piano player; now she was being offered a threesome? Was this real life?
“Wait. Wait. This is weird.” She moved away from them, shaking her head to clear it. “Who does this? I met you ten minutes ago, and you’re offering me a threesome? We’ve hardly even had a conversation.”
Austin lifted her wrist to his lips, speaking against her skin. “Wouldn’t be the first time in history people got together after knowing one another for such a short period.”
“Yourself included?” she asked, pulling her wrist back to cross her arms, purposefully ignoring the tingling on the skin he’d kissed.
“Well…we had sex the first time after…” Austin checked with Dylan for reference. “What was it, three hours of knowing each other, maybe?”
“I wasn’t even sure I was attracted to men then,” Dylan said with a wink. “Austin is persuasive.”
“Sluts,” Mercy joked to the men’s shared grins. She focused up at the overhang covering the porch in disbelief at the situation, refusing to mention the mistletoe they were standing under. Damn her parents. “We’re talking about this like we’re discussing the fucking weather,” she muttered in incredulity, reiterating her earlier thought. It was too outrageous for her to wrap her mind around.
“Nope. Simply talking about us. You, me, and Austin, wrapped around one another, taking a rare sort of pleasure from one another and giving it all back three times over. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”
And with that simple yet overstimulating statement, and a smile so beatific she could feel her knees weaken from how deeply it affected her, Dylan came forward. He held the back of her neck in a strong but gentle grip and then leaned forward to press his lips to hers. He waited for her, not forcing the issue, just rubbing his lips along the seam of her mouth. A hard body pressed against her back, and another set of lips found the sweet spot on her neck, right beneath her ear. Her toes curled as she felt Austin’s breath warm her skin.
“Kiss him, Mercy,” Austin whispered, nuzzling her ear and nibbling on the shell. “It’s just a kiss.”
“Just a kiss.” It was always just a kiss, and then it spiraled into something uncontrollable. Something, she felt, wasn’t too outlandish a possibility where these overwhelming men were concerned. From the instant she laid eyes on each of them, in their own ways, they’d captivated her. Was it possible for her to put herself out there again, four years to the day after the severest betrayal she’d ever endured?
She could spend hours ruminating on the pros and cons of involving herself, even if it was purely sexually, with these men. But in the end, the answer was simple. It was Christmas Eve, and two handsome, masculine guys were asking to make out with her. What hot-blooded woman would say no?
She kissed him back.
Dylan moaned at her response, and she closed her eyes, indulging in every long-dormant feeling he called to waking. Mercy lifted her hands to res
t on his chest. She curled her fingers into his pectorals and reveled in the hard form of his body. Her pussy clenched as he tilted her head to the perfect degree by digging his hands in her hair and tugging. The angle was exactly what she needed for his tongue to delve into her mouth and explore. She whimpered, her body moving closer and rubbing her core against his body of its own volition. She felt as though she was unraveling. All the stress and pain of the past year was being swept away like snow from the windshield of a car. And at the same time she felt overwrought and needy, as if her sanity was hanging in the balance, dependent upon this man’s kiss.
But the onslaught of sensation Dylan was subjecting her to wasn’t the only cause for her madness. She could never forget Austin’s lengthy body pressed against her back, nor that hard cock digging into her ass. Lord, but that cock felt like it was the length of her forearm. It was driving her higher and crazier. Just as Austin’s lips trailed down to where her shoulder met her neck, he pulled his hands from resting on her hips and pressed them against her ribs, right beneath her breasts. Would the frenzy never end? She needed them to end it. She wanted to see them naked, wanted to explore every inch of them.
Dylan pulled back from the kiss, a mad passion lighting his eyes with lust. “Fuck.” She tried hard not to say yes, please. Dylan might have needed a break from her kiss, but she wasn’t allowed a rest.
“My turn,” Austin’s buttery-soft voice murmured from her neck. He turned her head in his direction with a single finger under her chin. He kept his gaze on her eyes, making sure he had permission, and moved his free hand to rest on her breast. Her breath escaped in a harsh moan, but still Austin didn’t kiss her, and he didn’t let her look away. He pinched her nipple through the thin dress, and Dylan exacerbated the issue of mounting wetness in her lace panties by grabbing on to her ass. She could feel his hard cock against her pussy, and it pushed her further into madness.
“That’s it.” Austin smiled, running his thumb along her lip and then slipping it into her mouth. She sucked, voracious in her need for them, for these strangers. She wanted them more than she’d wanted her husband over all seven years of their marriage. It was way too sudden and terrifying.
It was freeing.
After pulling his thumb out of her mouth, Austin devoured her lips. Nibbling, sucking, never fully kissing her.
“Please,” she begged, not caring if she sounded pathetic or needy. If he didn’t stick his tongue inside her mouth in the next ten seconds, she would be driven insane by her mounting lust. Years of late nights with just a battery weren’t nearly as potent as one kiss from these men.
“Yes,” Austin growled, attacking her mouth with a rapaciousness that had always been missing from her sex life. Sex life. Lord, this was just a kiss. What would they be like in bed? She didn’t think she could survive it.
“Mercy.” Dylan groaned in her ear, continuing his rubbing and grinding. “Mercy, I want you to come for us. I want to make you feel good. We want to make you feel good. Is that okay?”
Austin pulled back so she could answer. She appreciated their need to understand what she wanted and whether or not she approved of what was happening.
“What does that mean? How would you…”
“Make you come?” Dylan asked with a grin. She wanted to kiss that grin, so she did, nipping at his bottom lip.
Austin squeezed her breast again. “Pay attention,” he said with a chuckle. “Would you like Dylan to put his hand under your dress, run his fingers up your thighs, feel that slick wetness I’m sure is dripping down your soft skin? Would you like if he slipped those skillful fingers under your panties?” She whimpered, wanting it badly. “Would you like it if he went to his knees and kissed your sweet pussy while I kissed your lips and played with your pretty breasts? I could squeeze your nipples to just this side of pain, making the adrenaline lift your already frantic body to new heights. Tell us. Do you want that, Mercy?”
Dylan dropped to his knees as Austin said he would, but didn’t touch her. He just waited, looking up at her as if he were going to massage her feet again. And even though they were standing in the cold, on the back porch of her childhood home, with her family’s holiday party going strong a few rooms over, all she could think was…the party and cold could go to hell.
“Lick my pussy, Dylan.” She dug her hands into his hair and let that crazy side of herself she rarely allowed to come out take over. “Make me feel good. Make me come.”
Dylan grinned like the sex demon he appeared to be and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
His hands trailed up her legs and didn’t waste any time delving under her panties. He pulled them down around her ankles and then scooped up some juice that had dripped down her thigh. He sucked the finger into his mouth, closing his eyes as though he were savoring the most expensive of delicacies. “You taste like cinnamon and woman. You’re our woman tonight, aren’t you, Mercy?”
She couldn’t breathe from how close he was to her pussy, mere centimeters away from her aching core, and he was chatting?
“Answer him, sweetness,” Austin said, and she knew a demand when she heard one. Luckily, this was a demand she wanted to obey.
“Yes. Right now…tonight, I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are.” Dylan stroked her pussy lips with his tongue, and Austin covered her cry of pleasure with his mouth, kissing her to almost the exact same rhythm that Dylan ate at her. It was so much. It was too much. It was everything she’d given up in her search for solitude since her divorce. She moaned and keened as Dylan continued to devour her, licking along her labia and thrusting his tongue into her cunt, simulating a cock. His tongue was long and devil-blessed. Austin’s fingers slid into her dress in search of her nipples. He stroked and played with the tight buds, adding to the tapestry of her lust woven by the skill of one hand and a clever tongue.
Dylan sucked her clit into his mouth in gentle pulses, driving her higher and higher. She forced her lungs to work like bellows as she struggled for breath through the excruciatingly pleasurable meeting of fantasy and reality. Dylan slipped two thick fingers inside her slick pussy, stretching her further, making her feel more than she’d felt since before her divorce…making her feel desired and sexy again.
Earlier these strangers had offered her a helping hand to stand after she’d been attacked by a fearsome trio of tickling children. Now they offered her a way back into her sexuality. No judgment. No questions. One night of pleasure and adoration from two men pulled right from her deepest fantasies.
“Don’t think,” Austin whispered, nuzzling her lips with soft flesh. At the same moment Dylan inserted another finger and began to massage the inner front wall of her cunt, simultaneously rubbing the tip of his tongue mercilessly against her clit, ripping the orgasm from a place she’d buried deep within herself. It had been so long since she’d felt anything but the need to be alone she’d almost forgotten her body was capable of experiencing these sensations.
She crashed, the twisting, squeezing pressure in her abdomen finally letting go and pushing her over the edge of that cliff into orgasm. Austin continued to eat at her mouth, keeping her volume to a minimum, and Dylan sucked up her juices, cleaning her off with care.
She awoke from her postorgasm gasps and whimpers, coming down to Austin pulling away from her lips.
“I think I gave you some stubble burn. Sorry.” He rested his forehead against hers. His hands cupped her breasts, providing her with gentle, stimulating caresses every few seconds, prolonging the pleasure.
“Worth it,” she mumbled, without enough energy to even open her eyes. Lord, her heart was pounding hard as a drum, and they could probably hear it.
Mercy opened her eyes as Dylan stood after sliding her panties back into place and putting her dress to rights. He kissed her nose and then indulged in an act she never thought would turn her on, but when she saw it, it lit a new, lustful fire ablaze in her core. One she felt could be even stronger than the last.
Dylan kissed Austin. The
ir chiseled jaws and masculine features combined to form a sweet yet forceful mating of lips and tongues. Dylan was sharing her juices with Austin, and Austin devoured the taste at a ready pace. She could watch them all night.
“Mercy, you taste as sweet as pie. I’m going to have to taste you later. Is that okay?” Austin asked, taking his hands from her breasts to steady her. Mercy nearly moaned at the loss of that warmth but held back the needy noise, thinking on their proposal for the evening. Could she do it? Throw caution to the wind and give her body over to the two most beautiful men she’d ever met, who, for reasons unknown, wanted to give her pleasure? Was that even a real question? Of course she could. Hell, it was just one night. One glorious, snowy, lust-filled night she knew she would never forget.
“Give it all to me tonight.”
“Right now…” Dylan said, lifting her legs to put her heels back on her feet. “We’re going to get you back inside to warm you up and feed you. You’ll need your energy for what’s coming.”
She smiled. It was the first real smile she’d felt grace her face all week that hadn’t been brought on by a family member. One over-the-moon orgasm and they already had her melting at their feet. She wanted to be coy and make them work for it, give them the old feminine wiles. But in truth, she didn’t have a knack for all those games. She had this night with them, would probably never see them again afterward, and wanted to lay her cards on the table so they knew where she stood.
“That sounds good, but you should eat too, as I fully intend to give you all I’ve got and more.”
“You know what you’re saying right now?” Dylan asked, a stern look on his face probably stirred by some adorable male need to protect her virtue if she changed her mind. She leaned forward. She darted her tongue out to slowly lick the frown off his lips.
“Yes. I’m saying that before this night is over, I’m going to fuck you two senseless.”
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