They pressed against her tight, their hands stroking her arms, her hips, her waist, brushing along the sides of her breasts. The contrast between their darkness and her fairness as they touched her made her breasts feel full and achy. Her cunt grew wet, dripping with the need to have them buried deeply inside her.
“Am…I…dreaming?” she asked on an aroused groan, losing herself in their touch.
They had found her. Her princes had come for her and found her. How was this even possible?
“No, baby.” Tyrell kissed the sensitive patch of flesh beneath her ear. “You are not dreaming.”
Abbey moaned aloud between them. “Good.”
Not one of the trio seemed the least bit concerned that they were quickly drawing the attention of the other shoppers in the very busy grocery store.
“Wh-where do we…go from…here?” Abbey asked, her body wavering under their ministrations.
Trent and Tyrell stoked the fires deep within Abbey until they knew she could stand no more without ripping hers and their clothing off and fucking them right there in the middle of the produce department.
“Wherever we want, baby.” Tyrell’s voice was assuring, but it wasn’t quite enough to ease her worries.
“What does that mean, Tyrell?” Uncertainty laced her whispered question, and she didn’t bother to hide it. She needed to know. Needed to hear the words.
Desire, need, and possessiveness flared in their eyes. Abbey felt it in their touch, but she took a step backward.
“I become a different person when I’m with you,” she confessed and cringed inwardly at admitting her own weakness. “I don’t what to lose or forget who I am.”
Tyrell chuckled low and leaned into her. “You aren’t a different person. When we make love, you shed your inhibitions, allowing yourself to enjoy the pleasures. You are passionate and giving, Abbey, and you should embrace that part of you and explore it.”
“Tyrell and I want to be the ones you find yourself with. Our wanting to be with you isn’t only about sex, baby.”
Abbey shook her head, still unwilling to believe it could be so simple. “I don’t know,” she groaned in frustration. “I won’t choose between you. I can’t.”
“That’s a good thing, because neither one of us expects you to choose,” Trent added.
“You mean you’re going to share me?”
Both men nodded.
“We’re not sure how this all works, baby. But we want the chance to give it a try,” Tyrell said, taking her hand in his. “The chemistry between us tells us it’s possible.”
With every fiber of her being, Abbey wanted to believe. Glancing between the two men, still unsure, she searched for a sign. A smile curled her lips as she realized no one knew what the future held. But Abbey knew what the present did. A couple of weeks earlier, she’d trusted Trent and Tyrell with her body, and they hadn’t disappointed her.
“Do you want to come along for the ride and see where life takes us?” Trent asked, pressing a kiss against her temple.
Abbey nodded. “Yes,” she said and stepped into Tyrell’s embrace.
From behind, Trent nuzzled the curve of Abbey’s neck and whispered, “Excellent. But first we’re going to hit the checkout counter, baby, to pay for this sustenance because it is going to be a very long evening.”
THE END
Jennifer Cole
By day, Jennifer Cole is a mild-mannered administrative assistant in a bustling office. By night, she shuts out the world of reality, and enters…the realm of erotic romance and fantasy. Living for an exhilarating plot and wickedly delicious sex scenes, she says there is nothing too outrageous or off limits for this slave to eroticism; in fact, the naughtier the encounter, the better.
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Hey, fellow reading junkies! I’m a ‘reader-aholic’, addicted to so many different genres my bookshelves are busting apart at the screws! Werewolves are my biggest weakness…and if only I could get my hubby to growl, I’d have it made! My hero and I have been deliriously happy for nineteen years, married twelve, and are the very proud parents of an Australian Shepherd named Elmo. I reside in a small city in South-western Ontario and just simply enjoy life!
After reading a ton of erotic romances, I got the bright idea one day that it might be fun to write one! I was right, it was a blast! Then I wrote another, and then another, and…
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