Kissed by the Sun

by Catrina Calloway

  Her eyes widened. “How did you know?”

  He looked madder than hell. Carlee scooted away from the counter and ran down the hall.

  Ben was hot on her heels. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You’re not getting away so fast.”

  She ran into her bedroom and tried to shut the door, but she wasn’t quick enough.

  Ben strode in, followed by Dan. He leaned back against the door.

  CLICK!

  “You’re going to get the paddling you deserve, Carlee Davis.” Dan told her.

  She practically skipped to the bed.

  “Promises, promises,” She batted her eyes. “I thought you told me you weren’t an ‘ass man.’”

  Dan just shook his head. “You’re going to listen to what we say…”

  “…even if it hurts us in the process.”

  Carlee slid onto the bed. Rising up on her knees, she patted her backside. “Okay, fire away.”

  Dan folded his arms over his chest. “Take off your clothes.”

  Her heart quickened. Moisture seeped between her legs.

  Damn, but she creamed her thong again.

  She wiggled her bottom. “All right. I will.”

  Ben walked over and patted her ass. “Seems like you’re learning your lesson.”

  She rose up on her knees and stripped her clothes. All except for her thong.

  She snapped the waistband. “You two can have the pleasure of removing this.”

  Carlee sat on the bed, crossing her legs, tucking her feet beneath her bottom, watching while Dan and Ben stripped. Her clit throbbed, her breasts felt heavy. Each time they removed another piece of clothing, Carlee’s breathing quickened.

  Finally, they stood before her, nude. Tall, strong…proud. Her brave Indian warriors.

  “Make love to me,” she whispered. Smiling, she sat up and rose to her knees, placing her hands on her bare breasts. Carlee fingered her nipples. “Start with these.”

  Dan’s cock grew, followed by Ben’s.

  They slid in next to her on the bed, the mattress dipping from the combined weight.

  Ben went to work on her right breast, taking her distended nipple into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

  Dan concentrated on pleasuring her other breast. He kissed and licked his way down to her nipple. He blew on it so that it peaked. She writhed on the bed.

  Ben continued to make love to her breasts, while Dan slid the thong from her hips. He tossed it aside. Using his fingers, he spread her labia, then bent his head and licked her clit.

  Carlee came within seconds.

  “Again,” she pleaded. “Do it all again.”

  “Our pleasure,” They replied in unison.

  “But first, you’re going to get that spanking.” Ben told her, his voice deep.

  “Spread your legs,” Dan whispered in her ear.

  His soft command melted her insides. She almost came again, just from the sound of his voice.

  “Wider,” Ben told her.

  She placed her feet flat on the mattress, stretching her thighs wide, exposing her freshly waxed pussy.

  Dan reached over and swatted her clit with the flat of his hand. It was a light tap, with most of the pressure centering on her sensitive little nubbin of flesh.

  She moaned in pleasure.

  Ben leaned over and smacked her clit, too. Then he rubbed it, placing all four fingers of his left hand against her little jewel.

  “There’s your spanking, little warrior,” Dan whispered in her ear. His grin was positively wicked.

  “More,” she pleaded, tugging his head down to her mouth for a heated kiss.

  He chuckled and did what she asked. Carlee’s hips jutted up when he smacked her clit.

  She looked at Ben. He gave her clit a swat, then massaged it with the pad of his thumb.

  “God, Carlee! You’re so wet.” Ben took her essence and rubbed it across his swollen cock.

  She rolled onto her side. Ben filled her bottom. She pushed back against his groin, allowing him to settle inside her.

  Dan kissed her face, starting with her forehead, moving his lips across her cheeks, nose and jaw. He settled them on her collarbone. His hand strayed to her pussy. He inserted a finger inside her while Ben pumped into her bottom.

  Dan matched Ben’s rhythm, pushing his finger in and out, in tune with Ben’s strokes in her backside. Carlee’s orgasm rose, she could feel it grow inside her. Her clit throbbed. She needed release—fast!

  Dan slid his finger out of her front hole, quickly replacing it with his cock.

  They pumped into her from both ends.

  When Carlee reached her peak this time, she felt whole, complete, her mind and body one with theirs.

  Carlee fell asleep between Ben and Dan, a smile on her face.

  Epilogue

  Spring graced Long Island’s North Shore.

  Carlee walked into the kitchen one afternoon, hoping to stretch her legs after sitting in her chair, painting.

  She smiled, knowing Ben and Dan would enjoy the portrait she labored on—a picture of the three of them together.

  This one, she wouldn’t sell, she would give it to Ben and Dan for their six-month anniversary present.

  She couldn’t be happier…

  Except, Ben and Dan never said how they really felt about being with her. Men! She sighed. One day, she’d get them both to admit just how in love they all were.

  Entering the kitchen, she saw Dan at the stove, frying up what looked to be a mountain of…tofu.

  “Not only are you a great lover…” She patted his nice, tight, round ass. “But you can cook, too.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t fool around by hot oil.”

  She gave him a mock salute and turned around.

  “Ow!” She rubbed her ass, but it really didn’t hurt. “What was that for?”

  Dan aimed the spatula at her. “How easily you forget.”

  “What?” She raised a brow.

  “That time you called Marlene. I haven’t forgotten.”

  She wiggled her index finger. “Uh uh. No way. You already took out your frustration on me when you made love to me. Besides…” She lifted her chin. “That was months ago.”

  He turned back around and removed some of the tofu from the pan. “You’re going to get a smack on your ass every day for the next. Hmm…let me see.” He waved the spatula in the air. “Six months.”

  “Is that all? Six months?” She quipped. “I thought you could do better than that.”

  He placed the spatula on the counter. Grabbing the plate full of fried tofu, he brought it to the table. “I think I could manage that.”

  “I think you just enjoy spanking me.”

  He laughed. “Not half as much as you enjoy getting them.”

  She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

  “And don’t roll your eyes at me, Carlee Davis.”

  Her mouth hung open.

  “…or stick your tongue out at me, unless you’re going to use it.”

  She laughed, she couldn’t help it. Dan made her feel as though everything would be all right.

  “Speaking of using your tongue—” He walked over to her and grabbed her face between his hands. He ran the tip of his tongue on her lower lip, coaxing her mouth open.

  Carlee wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his heated kiss.

  His cock swelled and pressed against her thigh.

  “By the way, I have something for you,” he whispered near her ear.

  She laughed, massaging his balls through the fabric of his jeans. His cock swelled.

  “So I noticed,” she replied saucily.

  He reached around and swatted her bottom.

  “You said one swat per day. That was two.” She pouted, sticking out her lower lip.

  He studied her for a few seconds, his face serious.

  “What?” She angled her head.

  “Reach into my pocket.”

  He took her hand and slipped
it into the right pocket of his jeans.

  She fingered something hard. Pulling it free, she saw it was a small box, wrapped in silver paper and a red bow.

  Carlee frowned. “What’s this?”

  “Open it.”

  She sat down at the table and unwrapped it. Inside the box was a ring—a white gold band with three diamonds. They caught the light coming in through the kitchen window, sparkling brilliantly.

  Dan got down on one knee. “I know you might think I’m crazy, Carlee, but will you stay with me—forever?”

  Tears streamed down her face.

  She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

  Dan slipped it on her finger. “I’m crazy about you, little warrior. Simply crazy about you. I have been ever since that first time I saw you, since that first time we kissed at the reservation. I was a fool then, to send you away. I didn’t follow my heart’s desire.” He looked away then back. “But I’m following it from now on.”

  “Oh!” she cried out.

  Carlee bent down and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him, burying her face in his neck.

  She hiccupped once.

  “You like the ring?” he asked, his voice low.

  “I love it, but not as much as I love you.” She pulled away from him. “Where’s Ben?”

  “Outside. He said he was going for a walk on the beach.”

  She bounded up from the chair. “I want to show him.”

  “Of course.”

  She stopped at the door. “Did he know you were doing this?”

  “No.” Dan said smoothly. “I didn’t say a word.”

  She ran out of the kitchen, through the front door. Carlee bounded down the front steps and turned right, following the path around the house. In the backyard, she trailed down the small slope to the beach, her feet flying over the sand.

  She saw Ben in the distance, standing on the jetty that led to the water.

  “Ben!” she cried, waving her arms. “Ben!”

  He turned and looked at her.

  “Ben!”

  He climbed off the rocks then ran towards her.

  “What’s wrong?” he shouted back.

  She felt so happy, so…free.

  Finally, they met. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

  “Look.” She shoved her right hand under his nose. “Dan gave it to me.”

  He whistled. “Looks like he came into quite a fortune.” He grabbed her finger and held it out. “That’s some bling you got there, woman.”

  She grinned. Then she sobered.

  “Dan wants me forever, how about you?”

  Ben slid an arm around her waist as they walked. “Hmm…I’m not sure.”

  She stopped abruptly.

  “Ben Strong, how can you say that?” Her throat constricted.

  He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked to where she stood. Shrugging, he replied. “Because I don’t know if forever is long enough, Carlee.”

  “What?” she whispered.

  He reached into his pocket and drew out a long, black box, wrapped with a pink ribbon.

  “Here.” He handed it to her. “Maybe this will explain it.”

  She untied the ribbon and opened the box.

  Inside was a diamond bracelet with three bezel-set diamonds gracing the white gold band.

  Her hand shook again. “Oh Ben.”

  She tried to put it on her wrist, but her hands trembled too much.

  “Here, let me.”

  Ben slipped it on her left wrist. He fingered the clasp, snapping it closed.

  He held her arm up to the light and whistled. “Now, that’s really some nice-looking bling.”

  She swatted his chest. “Cut it out,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.” Carlee narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to kill Dan when I see him.”

  “Why?” Ben shook his head.

  “He said you had no idea he was giving me a ring.”

  Ben grinned. “You fell for it. Good!”

  Her mouth hung open.

  He leaned down and kissed her chin.

  “Your face.” He shook his head.

  “What?” She asked dreamily. “Is there something wrong with it?”

  “Nope.” He replied. “It’s a face I’d like to look at forever—longer if possible.”

  She reached up and kissed him. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.” He placed his arm around her waist.

  “Hey!”

  They looked over when they heard Dan shout from the deck in the back of the house.

  “Let’s go, you two! This damned tofu is getting cold.”

  Ben threw back his head and laughed.

  Carlee stopped. “I need to know something, please.”

  “All right,” he said. “Shoot.”

  “You once said that making love was a minute part of how much you felt for me.”

  He nodded. “That’s right. I did.” He reached out and tucked some wayward curls behind her ears. “This is hard for me to explain Carlee, but I’ll try.”

  He looked toward the ocean, toward the waves crashing against the rocks lining the beach. Then he looked at her. “From the day I first laid eyes on you, from that very first time you sneaked into the reservation, I felt as though I’d been living in darkness up until then. But when I was with you, light would fill me—a bright, white, wonderful feeling of…light.”

  “Oh, Ben.” She pursed her lips to keep the tears at bay.

  He ran a hand through his hair. It was longer, shaggier.

  She loved it.

  “I know this isn’t making much sense.”

  “Oh, believe me, it is.”

  “The best way to describe how I feel for you is…” He glanced at the sky, pointing to the light streaming through the clouds. “See how the sun shines down on the sand, blinding you to all else? Well, that’s how I feel, as though…as though I’ve been kissed by the sun.”

  She stilled, her feet rooted in the warm sand.

  “I’ll always feel that way, Carlee.”

  She nodded.

  “Always.”

  He took her hand and led her to the house where Dan waited for them.

  She walked inside and shut the sliding French doors.

  For just a second, the sun glinted off the flecks of sand on the beach.

  She felt warm, happy…

  For she knew deep down, that wherever Ben and Dan were, as long as she was with them, she’d be…

  Kissed by the sun.

  About the Author

  Catrina Calloway adores writing romance, and her motto is two, hot, hunky heroes are better than one. Born in Alaska, the land of the midnight sun, and now currently residing in New York, Catrina was an avid reader of romance for many years before penning her first erotic ménage romance story, 'Eight Erotic Nights. Catrina loves to hear from her readers and fans so please feel free to email her at www.myspace.com/catrinacalloway

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