Flint’s smile fell flat. “No.” He exhaled audibly. “Janet was right. They did get in trouble and their parents grounded them for two months. The family moved on to Wilmington after that. Their father had relatives there before the Great War. We haven’t heard from them since.”
“Oh,” Paige breathed sadly and touched his face.
“They were beautiful girls. A real nice family,” Sam said quietly then bent to her and breathed kisses along her spine. “Can we not talk about this any more?”
“Yes, of course,” Paige whispered earnestly then tipped her head back to him and touched his belly, his hard, condom-covered cock. He leaned forward and kissed her, then straightened and resumed easing his fingers in and out of her ass.
Paige started again when a third dollop of Sam’s warm saliva landed on her anus and his fingers were replaced by the hard, insistent head of his rod. With his thumbs on either side of her puckered ass pulling gently, he slid the head of his cock into her and grunted softly.
“Hum,” Paige breathed with rising lust. She could picture the three of them—her riding Flint, his long cock buried inside her pussy. Sam, behind her, his cock in her ass. Her, sandwiched between two eager, hot men. The sweat rose on her body, making it easier to slide against Flint as Sam carefully pushed against her. His thumbs still spread her ass wide. His cock eased its way into her. Tipping her hips too far forward hurt, and too far back shifted the angle of Flint’s cock in her to the point where it was uncomfortable. Remembering what Flint had said, Paige held herself still and let Sam work his magic as he thrust against her gently. He sank a little deeper each time, stretching and filling her until even the discomfort felt good.
When he was fully buried inside her, Sam wrapped his hands around her waist and held himself to her. “So good, Paige,” he whispered. Despite his obvious need, he seemed very aware that the windows were open to catch the spring breeze. There were soldiers out there in the darkness, circling the treed perimeter of the property. More were downstairs. “Your ass feels so good.”
“You okay?” Flint asked, like his brother had asked earlier. He touched Paige’s face and looked up at her earnestly.
“More than good,” Paige murmured and kissed his chest, his shoulder then trembled when Sam pulled out slowly, only to press into her again.
It was the most erotic feeling. Decadent and so very hot. Filled in two places at once with their warm bodies pressing in on her. Pleasuring her at the same time. Beneath her, Flint thrusting up carefully and with as much strength as the combined weight of two bodies over him allowed. Sam, behind her. The soft furring on his chest rubbed her back as he moved in her. His strokes were longer, less controlled as Paige’s ass relaxed and accepted his girth. There was no pain, only the heat of desire rising in her as they pleasured her. Sharing their passion and need. Making her squirm and press back into them.
She heard Sam’s hot breath behind her. His sweaty grip tightened and he drove into her smoothly. She heard the catch in Flint’s breath as he lifted himself to her from below. Her swollen breasts slid against his smooth chest. The scent of their bodies filled the room. Male and female musk, combined. She was so full. Impossibly full of hot, straining cock. Fuller than she’d ever imagined being and Paige’s thighs began to tremble as her need spilled through her. The whole thing felt so erotically wicked that Paige’s passion soared and she felt her body clench and tremble when Flint’s rocking groin rubbed her clit with every stroke. Every firm thrust of Sam’s cock inside her ass filled her with a lust that was as exquisite as it was decadent.
The three of them said nothing, just rocked against each other gently. They didn’t push her and she wasn’t confident enough to push back. Yet it felt so good, this hot, slow fuck. Each of them breathed faster now, moaned softly. Hot skin and sweat slid smoothly as they moved. When the clenching in Paige’s womb became too powerful to hold back, she groaned loud enough that Flint laid his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Paige let him and anchored the heels of her hands into the bed and pushed back at them. Her body demanded release. Her head was full of the lusty picture of the three of them together, her body full of them. She strained against them, taut and shaking as forerunners of an orgasm gripped her core. Her nipples were so hard they felt bruised and her every sense focused on that nerve-filled, wet, swollen space where the two of them were thrusting into her.
“Come, Paige,” Sam whispered hotly. He leaned forward to kiss her damp shoulder and she moaned again when his cock shifted in her. “Come on, baby, come for us...before I go crazy.”
Writhing gently, intensifying the sensation of two cocks sawing in and out of her, Paige registered Sam’s raspy, lust-filled voice and gasped as an orgasm rippled through her at his command. Her womb clenching over and over. She felt herself, pussy and ass, bear down on them and squeeze mercilessly. Her nipples drew up tight. Her cunt felt so wet. Pushing back hard now, every muscle straining to capture them inside her, deep and hard, Paige wanted the delicious pulses to never end.
“Yeah, baby.” Sam groaned and thrust his hips forward violently. “Milk my cock. Yeah. Take it. Take all of it.” He thrust again, grinding into her as he shuddered. His shaft jumped inside her rhythmically as his own orgasm claimed him. Sam slumped across her back before easing out of her and dropping down on his back beside them.
“My turn,” Flint whispered hotly and moved his hand away from her mouth. His movements became harsh and uninhibited. Flint grabbed her hips and drove up into her. His eyes fixed on her breasts as they bounced in time with his thrusts. His gaze moved further down and he watched his cock slamming into her. Teeth clenched, he threw his head back then lifted his hips to her so powerfully he lifted her off the bed. And then he was coming. Deep, shuddering breaths kept time with the pulses of the very hard cock inside her. His fingers drilled into her hips as he groaned, writhed and lifted himself to her. Flint trembled uncontrollably as his body began to relax and he eased his bruising grip on her.
And as she sank down onto Flint’s chest, Paige began to laugh softly. “Did we actually just do that?” she breathed.
“Oh you know we did, baby,” Flint chuckled and kissed her sweaty shoulder before his head flopped back on the pillow. “And we’ve only just started.”
Chapter Five
Paige smoothed the damp cloth across Flint’s spent cock. She smiled when she felt Sam ease a second cloth between her legs and wipe her cream off the tops of her thighs. They said nothing. They just took turns sponging and toweling. Paige washing them, them washing her.
“Those fellows downstairs are awfully protective of you,” Flint whispered out of the blue. “We figure they’d gut us if they knew we’d touched you.”
“Yeah, especially that sergeant of yours,” Sam added.
Paige’s hand stopped moving and water dripped from the cloth down Sam’s back.
“Do you like him?” Sam asked quietly. He turned to her and held her gaze with his warm, dark one.
“Yes,” she answered honestly, softly, then resumed sponging his back. “But we work together. That’s a problem.”
“Does it have to be?” Flint asked. He rinsed the cloth he was holding then smoothed it between her breasts.
Inhaling slowly, Paige tossed her cloth back into the bowl, picked up a towel and rubbed it over Sam’s back. She rubbed hard enough to make him sigh with pleasure. “He says it is and he’s my sergeant. He’s worked in recon a long time.” She shrugged but nothing about what she was saying felt casual. “I don’t think I can talk about him while I’m here with the two of you.”
“Of course,” Sam said quickly and turned his head to smile at her. He picked up her hand and kissed her fingers. “But you should know, Paige, we think you’re terrific.”
“Yeah. And if your life ever opens up,” Flint added softly, “we’d love it if you’d consider sticking around here for a while.”
Paige smiled, kissed Sam’s shoulder then lay down on the bed. Stretching out on her b
ack, she lifted one knee. “You’re fantastic, both of you, but don’t you want a woman? One for each of you?”
“Sure we do,” Flint answered and dragged the cloth across her breasts, then her belly. “But women around here, they...” For the first time, words seemed to fail Flint.
“They’re scared. Like the rest of us,” Sam admitted baldly. “Sometimes they’ll take a man for love but mostly it’s because their family needs another worker to help put food on the table. They’re scared of getting pregnant this far out.” He folded and re-folded the towel in his hand. “If we could find a woman—women,” he corrected himself with a wry grin, “willing to leave their families and live with us, we’d jump at it. But we can’t leave our mother. She needs us.” He tossed the towel over a straight-backed chair in the corner and looked down at the floor.
Paige shut her eyes. The Keane brothers were trapped in their unreclamated area. With no clear idea of where the closest reclamated area was, it would take weeks of traveling on horseback to find one. They’d have to leave everything on the chance they might find shelter, food, a better life. Even if they could make it past the roving gangs of thieves that patrolled what was left of the roadways, who was to say anything out there would be better?
“Hey...Paige,” Flint whispered softly. He was holding a towel now and he rubbed her gently with it. “This is about pleasure. Us celebrating the fact we’re alive and a baby was born healthy today. No sad thoughts, okay?” He kissed her brow.
She smiled up at him gratefully. “Okay.”
“Good,” Flint nodded and, for the second time, stretched out on his back, making himself comfortable. He tossed the towel aside. “Now, if you’ll oblige me, beautiful, I’d love it if you’d suck my cock again. And make me come this time.”
“Back to being bossy I see,” Paige muttered but there was no malevolence in her voice. She turned onto her side and laid her hand on Flint’s sculpted belly. “And what if I say no?” she teased.
“I’ll beg,” Flint shrugged then grinned. “I’m not above begging.”
Laughing quietly, Paige tested the edges of Flint’s scar with her fingertips. She did it almost by rote, pleased when she found no evidence of infection or tenderness. The scar tissue was thick, raised and jagged, and he’d carry it the rest of his life.
But Flint was alive. Smiling to herself, she reached down and stroked his soft cock. It began to harden and she lifted the head of it to her mouth and licked it delicately.
“Umm, that’s so good,” Flint murmured and stroked her hair. His eyes drifted shut.
Paige was aware of Sam moving around the room, gathering up wet cloths and towels and hanging them up. The weight of him settled into the mattress behind her. His warm, softly furred chest moved against her back and she felt him levering himself up on one arm and watching. Then his hand came around her to rest on her mound. His fingertips stroked her curls.
Flint was fully hard in no time and she sucked on the head of his cock gently. At first. Then she touched him with more authority as he began to moan quietly. His abdomen clenched as he lifted himself to her. Reaching between his legs, she manipulated his sac carefully then wrapped her fingers around his cock and began pulling rhythmically.
“Umm...so good.”
Paige shuddered when she felt Sam’s hand slip across her body and hold her breast, squeeze it firmly then caress her nipple until it grew hard.
She worked Flint’s cock deliberately now, taking him in deep and letting her throat close over his length. Then eased back and held the ruby tip in her mouth while she caught her breath. Tongue swirling and cheeks hollowed, she sucked. With fist and fingertips, mouth and tongue, Paige drove Flint’s arousal until he was clutching her hair and moaning. All the while, Sam’s hand moved over her body, squeezed her breast, slipped between her thighs to stroke her pussy. When she levered her knee high, he traced circles around her clit. He slid two fingers into her until her hips began to rock.
Flint’s second orgasm wasn’t long in coming. It seemed neither he nor Paige wanted to tease and she sucked on him harder. Her hand moved faster when he got very hard and began thrusting his hips up to her. And then he was coming. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. The first jet of his cum was warm and salty on her tongue, elemental and earthy and Paige swallowed greedily. Reveling in her power to give him ecstasy, her power as a woman, she rolled her tongue over him, heightening his orgasm. When Flint shuddered and his neatly muscled body relaxed, she eased off. Still not letting go, she still fisted him gently, ran her tongue along his length then around the softening, ruby head until he laughed and tried to push her away.
But only tried and Flint twitched, grinning madly whenever she drove her mouth down over him. Until, with a final groan and shudder, he tugged on her hair gently and pulled his cock from her mouth. “Damn, Paige,” he murmured hotly, and grinned. “Damn.” After that, Flint stretched his arms over his head and sighed happily.
Again, Sam’s weight shifted on the bed and she caught sight of him bending down and retrieving a fresh condom. She heard the package tear open then felt him lie down behind her, both of them again on their sides. Her leg still raised, he slid the head of his hard cock against her wet slit, found the opening to her sheath and pushed. Paige trembled lightly. So sweet...Sam came into her so sweetly. Everything about his loving was gentle and sweet and she felt his thighs flex as he pushed into her slowly. She arched back into him, opening herself and sighing when his loins butted her backside. His work-roughened hand behind her knee, he held it way up and used the leverage to thrust into her. Breathing harder now, Sam’s chest bumped her back. His mouth was on her shoulder, her neck. She squeezed her breast, twisted her nipple and both brothers moaned their approval.
Then Flint’s hand teased her mound. He found her clit and rubbed it in tight, mind-blowing circles.
There were no words. Just this sweet, hot loving. Both men serviced her needs. Both drove her arousal until her hips were thrusting back smoothly. She rode Sam’s cock as much as he drove into her. Like Flint, Paige’s second orgasm rose up quick. Hot, buttery need fisted her belly. Her body glistened with sweat and her breath came fast and hoarse. Her whole body tightened with expectancy.
Then Sam slipped out of her.
“No,” Paige protested in a harsh whisper. Turning her head, she shot him a look over her shoulder.
But Sam simply grinned down at her, rolled her onto her back and kissed her. The soft ends of his hair brushed her face. He filled her mouth with deep, quiet, anxious sweeps of his tongue. His lips moved against hers. His hand was on her breast, squeezing. Then his knees settled between hers, pushed her legs open and, his hand on the base of his cock, holding the condom in place, he slid back into her and groaned.
Beside her, now levering himself off the bed, Flint chuckled at her moment of frustration. Any other time, she might have smacked him. But the feel of Sam’s cock filling her again, the restrained weight of his body over hers was far too delicious for her to care about Flint at that moment. Paige wrapped her legs around Sam, opened herself to him and sighed as he sank into her as deep as he could go.
Flint stood beside them, rinsing his spent member and watching. His head tipped a little to one side. Then he moved further down the bed so he could watch his brother fuck the woman they were sharing.
Paige smoothed her hands over Sam’s nicely muscled back, across the dampness that was gathering as he labored over her. He thrust into her rhythmically, harder now, driving their arousal. Then he lifted his weight from her, looked down at her breasts, the hollow of her hips rising up to his. His cock disappeared inside the swollen, wet folds of her sex. Sam leaned back a little, making the head of his cock grate against the wall of her sheath. Watching her face, he looked pleased as her arousal began to peak.
Again, wicked fingers of sensation clutched Paige’s belly, womb and channel. It made her groan and hardened her nipples. Her fingers dug into Sam’s arms but he didn’t seem to
mind. He just kept thrusting into her, making her come. This time, her orgasm slammed into her like hot, liquid steel. It filled her head with blinding light as her pussy gripped him. Her neck pulled back, her body arched. Paige clung to Sam desperately as he began pounding into her upturned, taut body, driving her release. The exquisiteness of his body, slamming into hers was wonderful. His cock filled her again and again. Paige was only vaguely aware of Sam’s restrained groan as he tucked his face in beside hers. His back arched cruelly as his hips drove into her. The very hard, very hot flesh inside her leapt and pulsed as his own orgasm claimed him.
She heard their shared sigh of repleteness, felt the easing of their grip on each other. His warmth and weight drifted down on her and they lay together, breathing deep and quiet.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Flint whispered softly as he sat beside her and kissed her forehead. He smoothed her damp hair back. After flexing his injured leg, he stretched it out on the bed and smiled at her happily.
“Thanks,” Sam muttered as he rolled off Paige. “Can’t say the same for you though.”
Flint had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Even Paige laughed. Flint was the one with the easy-going sense of humor. Coming from Sam, the joke was even funnier. Then Sam lifted his head and looked at the curtain-covered window.
“Sun’ll be coming up in about an hour. We should get you back to your room before any of those gorillas downstairs find out we’ve been having our way with you.”
“Hmm,” Paige breathed, rolled onto her side and laid her head on Sam’s shoulder. Her hand was on his chest. “Maybe I’ve been having my way with you?”
“Paige,” Flint murmured as he stroked her hair, “you can stay here, with us. We’d be proud to have them know you want us.”
She knew he didn’t mean just for the night.
“I have...obligations,” Paige whispered sadly and untangled herself from their embrace. She walked over to the wash bowl.
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