by Marie Harte
“Rory?” James felt groggy and not yet there, somehow standing on his feet yet bent over at the waist at an impossible position.
Then Keegan kissed his neck and withdrew from him. Those damn whisper hands.
Cum dribbled down his legs as the bastard walked away. “Shit. You fucked me while I was half asleep?” James shivered as a wet streak trickled down his leg. “And without a condom?”
Rory licked his balls and rubbed the cum into his thigh. “We decided we’re not going to use them anymore. For my part, it’s not the right time for me to get pregnant. And just as soon as we get back, I’m going on the pill.” James opened his mouth but said nothing. Then he closed his eyes and tried to wake up. When he opened them again, he saw Rory still on her knees, stimulating his cock anew. Keegan reappeared behind him, wiping up the mess he’d made with a warm, soapy rag.
“Sorry, lover. We couldn’t wait.” Keegan gave him a big smile. “But while you’ve been sleeping, Rory and I had a long talk.”
“Ah, you want to let go of me now?” He tried to move but couldn’t.
“No.” Rory stood, and Keegan eased his hold enough to allow James to stand upright, no longer bent over. To his confusion, Keegan took up where Rory let off, massaging his cock, balls, and anus with his whisper hands.
“You’re getting thick again,” Keegan whispered in his ear. “Have I ever told you how much I get off watching you come? Seeing that cock when it’s ready to burst?”
Rory watched them with hunger. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard and swollen. She ran her fingers down her belly and played with her lower lips, then shoved a finger inside.
“Shit. I have to be dreaming this, right?” James watched her play with herself and leaned back into Keegan’s cock as his lover ground it against his lower back.
“You getting hard again?”
“Oh yeah. There’s something we need to do, you and I.”
“Keegan?”
Rory’s fingers stopped moving. “I want you to say it first; then I will.” She sounded uncertain.
Keegan ordered her to continue. “You keep rubbing that clit, Sunshine. I’ve got this.” Keegan nuzzled James’s neck, so affectionate. James knew he couldn’t be awake. Keegan was never soft with him, never loving. They fucked and cared for one another. Hell, they’d been partners for years, but this?
“Keegan,” she moaned. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“Keep rubbing.” Keegan rounded James to face him and looked down at James with smiling eyes. “Fuck, you’re hot. You’re sexy, a great partner, and…oh hell. I’m just gonna say it.” His voice was thick, that syrupy Texan accent James loved hearing. “I think I’m in love with you two. You and Rory. And if that don’t beat all, I don’t know what does.”
James stared in shock. “Are you shitting me?”
“I wish,” Keegan said glumly, and behind them Rory chuckled. “Woman, you’d better be close to coming. I want you nice and wet.”
“Sure thing, cowboy,” she said softly.
“Fucking you is incredible.” Keegan ran a hand down James’s chest and encircled his stiff cock with a large, calloused palm. “You’re a guy, but I get off watching you fuck. Rory is, well, she’s special. We both know that.” Keegan kissed James, his lips soft and slow. “I love her, James. As much as I love you. We’re all connected. And Rory said the locket likes us.”
“Do I get to talk here?” she asked, a hint of bite in her tone.
“Baby, you even think about arguing with me and I’ll put you in that leather-and-collar combo I showed you earlier, the one you know you want to wear.”
“Leather-and-collar combo?” James couldn’t process it all, especially when his dick spiked again. “What the hell went on after I fell asleep?” Rory let out a breath. She shoved Keegan aside and kissed James so thoroughly, he was poking her belly with his arousal in seconds. “James, I care for you so much. You and Keegan. And I’m scared to death this is all going to blow up in my face. But”—she paused and swallowed hard—“I’m willing to give us a try if you are.”
James stared down into her sunny features, captivated by the brilliance of her gaze. “Rory, you have to know how I feel about you. I want you with us, honey. But are you sure you know what you’re getting into?” He gave his cowboy a wink.
“Keegan’s a pain to deal with on a regular basis. It takes a whip and a chair to keep him in line, especially around our boss.”
“Hey!”
“Keegan, would you release him so he can move already?” Rory murmured.
James groaned when the blood rushed through his stiff limbs. “But I love him.
The hardheaded cowboy holds a special place in my heart. Just like you.” James kissed her back, showing her how he felt without words. “Can you accept both of us, Rory? In your bed and in your life? No others, just us.” Keegan cleared his throat. “And, uh, us together? That’s okay with you too?” Rory grinned up at James and winked, and he knew everything would be all right. “Well, you haven’t shown me everything I wanted to see yet. But we’re getting there.”
Keegan joined them, widening the hug. “Honey, we’ll stuff you full. I told you that was what this was going to be about. James in your ass, me up that pussy.
You’re going to crash hard when we’re done fucking you.” She kissed him. “I can’t wait. But I was talking about James fucking you. It’s such a turn-on to watch you getting yours.”
Keegan blinked hard and turned red, and James couldn’t help the sly smile he felt all the way to his toes. “Oh yeah, Rory. You and I think alike. I’m an ass man, you know.”
“Do tell.” She kissed him again. “Better yet, show me.” Rory didn’t know where she’d gotten the courage. Maybe from Keegan daring her to accept him and James. Maybe from seeing how her uncles had almost ended what could have been. Or maybe it was the sudden burn in her locket, reminding her of how much her mother and father had loved one another, despite their screwed-up families. The locket could sense things that fit Rory. Diamonds and sapphires, rubies and emeralds. James and Keegan.
She couldn’t help herself. She loved James and Keegan against all rational explanation. She wanted to see where they might go, together. And she had nothing to lose but her heart, since without them in her life, she didn’t have much of one left anyway.
She let Keegan draw her down on top of him on the bed.
“Uh-uh, Sunshine. Sit on my face.”
She loved his nickname for her. But she didn’t know about—“Keegan.” He chuckled as his whisper hands settled her over his lips. A long, strong stroke of his tongue later and she forgot her embarrassment and rode his mouth with sheer pleasure. He sucked and licked, bringing out the sexual Amazon inside her who wanted more.
James straddled Keegan behind her and circled his hands around her body to rub her breasts, stinging her nipples with pinches as he sucked her neck and turned her head to kiss her mouth.
Overwhelmed with sensation, she could only feel as her men, her lovers, gave her such pleasure.
Then Keegan used his whisper hands to gently push her and James back. “On my cock, now.” He looked up at her with wet lips, his eyes dark with need. “Let me fuck that cunt, Sunshine. So deep, until I’m coming inside you.” She nodded, and James helped position her on top of Keegan. Thick, he stretched her as she took him to her womb.
James disappeared and returned soon enough. He bent her over Keegan and prodded her ass with something slick. “Easy, Rory. A little at a time.” He worked her slowly, first rimming her, then pushing his finger in little by little. When she felt him stroke inside her, she couldn’t believe how stuffed she felt.
He pushed against Keegan through her, and her cowboy jolted.
“Christ, you two are killing me. I’m singin’ in my head so I don’t come too soon.
But it feels so fuckin’ good inside you, Rory. And James, touching me through you.
Oh man.”
She leaned forward and kissed h
im, and felt James insert a second finger inside her. He stretched her, scissoring his digits to make penetration easier. After a while of torturing her and Keegan, James removed his fingers to replace them with something bigger.
“It might sting a little,” he said on a breath as he breached her.
She gasped. “A little?”
He chuckled and worked her slowly, prolonging Keegan’s agony even as he made it easier for Rory to accept him.
And then both her men were all the way inside her, stuffing her full.
“Fuck, Rory. You’re so good, baby. So tight.” James moaned and pulled slowly out, then slid back in with a gentleness that should have relieved her.
Instead, it annoyed her. Rory’s body needed more. Keegan gritted his teeth, straining as he thickened inside her, and his frustration only increased her arousal.
Rory was hungry, sexually ravenous, and so close to the pleasure she sensed James held back. “Come on, James. Do it. I need to come.” She felt taut, sandwiched between them and on edge, impossibly turned on each time James moved, and the burn lit her core with carnal desire.
“Me too,” Keegan rasped, his voice low and rough, his muscles straining. “I’m gonna shoot hard up in you, Rory. Fuck, I want to see you come around me. Let me feel it, darlin’. Drench me.” She couldn’t hold on, not with James pumping her and Keegan fucking her.
They moved in sync, pulling her inexorably over the edge. As she cried out and came, she watched Keegan release, saw his eyes widen and his mouth open.
Ecstasy bombarded her nerve endings as white-hot pleasure showered her in a gasp-inducing orgasm.
Then James shoved hard one final time and stilled. He groaned her name and flexed a few more times inside her to finish spending.
Keegan finally stirred and looked up at Rory and James with a huge smile on his face. “Man, I love watching you come, GQ.” He winked at Rory. “And you too, Sunshine. But about that thing with James and my ass, I think we need to talk a bit more about that.”
Chapter Thirteen
“That’s right, Monica. Ten more.” Kitty stood with Monica Salazar while James and Keegan worked with a few of their favorite, happily married male clients on the other side of the gym. Their gazes met, and they tried to hide their smirks as they heard Kitty reading Monica the riot act because Monica was too busy ogling the many men pumping iron instead of hitting her own workout. Only Kitty could get away with her tone, because the empath worked her clients, getting them to accept her harsh measures because they felt good about her sincerity. Kitty genuinely cared that they made the most of their efforts.
“So this weekend, I’m thinking we should take Rory to Smith Rock.” James helped Mike select the right weights for his next curl and checked off a block on his clipboard. “Three sets, Mike. You know what to do.” They’d been back a week, and so far, so good. Rory had agreed to meet with Jack’s super-secret client today. So while Keegan and James made small talk, their woman confronted Stallbridge by herself. It made Keegan more than a little upset that Jack continued to play games with them, not acknowledging what they already knew to be the truth: they worked for the millionaire. Though James had a point—what did it matter who they worked for, as long as the work was legit and paid well?—Keegan had a hard time getting past the principle of the thing. That, and the fact Jack annoyed the fuck out of him.
In a low voice, Keegan growled to James, “I still don’t know why that dick won’t come out and admit who’s paying the bills. Not like we don’t already know.” Keegan glared at Jack as the bastard moved behind the mirror.
As usual, Jack ignored him. “Wonder if the boss feels like working off his ‘roid rage later?” Keegan grinned, loving the notion of tossing Jack Keiser around the underground gym for a while.
Jack not only didn’t trust them with the truth, but he’d given them a hard time about Rory before Kitty had stepped in and soothed everyone’s tempers.
“He’s not on steroids, you idiot. Jack’s tense, and he works off his burn with weights. I mean, it’s not as if the poor guy has any other outlets, you know?” James said under his breath, then returned to Mike to correct his form once more.
Keegan nodded. “Good point. I’ll be right back.” He walked away, having caught sight of a blonde ponytail bouncing toward them.
Rory beamed with happiness, her locket still secured around her neck. She wore shorts and a tank top and sneakers, her normal workout wear when at the gym. He knew she wouldn’t be able to visit as much when her business took off, but he didn’t mind the distraction, overjoyed that the woman planned on staying.
“Hey, hot stuff. Nice to see you looking so pretty.” Keegan kissed her on the cheek and threw an arm around her, wanting everyone to know who she belonged to. James complained that his attention was over-the-top, but since Rory didn’t seem to mind, Keegan didn’t much care.
James had a more subtle way of touching her and looking at her, but so far, no one had made any comments about the three of them. Jack had known right off.
Their boss had looked at the three of them the moment they’d returned, then rolled his eyes. The others had teased, but none of them commented beyond calling Keegan and James a lucky pair of bastards. Of course, Keegan and James hadn’t yet let the others know just how close the three of them really were. Keegan could only imagine how much shit he’d take then.
To his surprise, he looked forward to it. He wanted everyone to know James was his, and he finally felt sure enough about his decision to share the truth.
Keegan walked Rory away from the main gym toward the employees’ lunch room and closed the door behind them. “Well?”
She threw herself into his arms and kissed him with such intensity, he thought about locking the door and fucking her against the wall where they stood.
Obviously feeling his erection, she squirmed in his hold. “Not here, you big oaf.” She flushed. “Jeez.”
“Well, what the hell do you expect me to do when you molest me like that, darlin’?” He cupped his cock and groaned. “Have pity, Rory. I feel stressed.”
“Yeah, right. I’m not buying that, not after last night.” Her pink cheeks entranced him.
“Damn. You sure are pretty.” He leaned forward to kiss her again when the door behind him smacked into his back. “Ow.”
“Move it, lughead.” James entered. “Okay, Rory. What happened? How did it go with Stallbridge? And have you decided yet where you want to live?” Rory looked from James to Keegan and blurted out what she’d been feeling for days. “I love you two, do you know that?” By the smug expressions on their faces, they did. “Jerks.”
James had the nerve to look wounded. “Now baby, is that any way to talk to your favorite man?”
Keegan shoved him aside. “It’s okay, James. I don’t mind.”
“Funny.” James grinned at them both.
It constantly amazed Rory how well they got along. James and Keegan complemented each other to a tee. At first, here in Bend, she’d wondered if she’d fit in. They had friends, work, and a comfortable ease with one another that felt so natural. Yet they needed her. These big, strong men actually wanted her softness, her feminine buffer to provide them with the physical and emotional ties they craved.
She smiled at them. “Let’s sit down.” The three of them swallowed up a table.
“Keegan, are you getting bigger?” James leaned back to try to get a look at his crotch, and Keegan slapped him on the back of the head.
James snickered. “Yeah, he is.”
“No. You’re just seeing me in shorts more than jeans. I’m always this handsome and buff. Wanna do it now?”
Rory giggled. Christ, she hadn’t giggled since she was four. After clearing her throat, she ran over the events with Stallbridge, wanting to announce her big decision. “So I met him, and he’s a really nice guy.” Her men frowned, and she hurriedly continued. “He’s also my fourth cousin. Can you believe that? When his warehouse was broken into last year, the thie
ves unearthed paperwork about some old Stallbridge heirlooms that had been stashed away in the warehouse. That’s how Owen found out about the locket.”
“Owen?” James and Keegan crossed their arms over their chests as one.
“That’s so cute. It’s like you’re twins,” she teased, laughing when Keegan scowled at James and slapped his hands down on the table.
Keegan frowned. “So Owen. He’s leaving you alone, then?”
“He was concerned about the locket, not sure if the stories surrounding what he’d researched about it might be true. So I showed him.”
“What?” they asked at the same time.
“I know. I wasn’t going to. I was going to lie like a champ, but there’s something about Owen I liked. He made me feel safe, the way you two do. But nothing sexual.” She scrunched her nose. “Owen’s tall, strong, and handsome. He has the same color hair as I do. And we kind of looked alike. Kissing him would be like kissing my brother.”
“Good,” Keegan said. “Because you ain’t kissin’ anyone but me and him.” He nodded at James.
“Not to put too fine a point on it, but yeah, what he said.” James winked at her.
“Sure, sure. I know. So I showed Owen what the locket could do, and I told him all about my mom and dad, and how it had always given Mom a sense of peace.” She paused. “I let him try it on.”
Keegan’s and James’s eyes widened.
“The locket kind of gravitated toward him. When he put it on, the stone glowed. Then the locket opened.”
“Hell, it opened?” James stroked his chin. “For all that you guys have been calling it a locket, I never saw a hinge or a crack in the gold. Honestly, it looks more like a pendant.” He and Keegan leaned closer, and Rory knew what they saw. The seam had vanished after opening that one time.
“So what was in it?” Keegan asked.
“Two small pictures of a man and a woman. The man looked enough like Owen to be his twin. But the pictures were old, like tintype. I don’t know. According to Owen, the couple are his and my great-great-great-grandparents, Owen and Adele Stallbridge. The original Owen found a strange rock rumored to come from the sky, and he fashioned this locket out of it. Supposedly the metal is alive, because it bonded with Adele and Owen in a way that’s not normal at all.” Keegan whistled. “So you’re related to those snobby rich people, and you have an alien living in your locket.”