Eli cupped her breasts, continuing his gentle caresses. And then an approaching heat warned her of what he planned next. She whimpered even as he lapped at her nipple with his tongue. He drew the nubbin in, and she rolled her hips as a wave of pure lust swamped her.
She gave herself over to the sweet pleasure of hands and tongues and lips, and to the joy of having something she’d convinced herself could never be hers.
Even if this doesn’t last, I’m making memories.
The thought, unbidden, wrenched a sob from her soul.
“Hush, sweet baby, we’ll take care of you.” Jeremiah placed butterfly kisses on her cheeks and over her eyes.
“Mine,” Eli whispered.
“Of course. Just like we agreed.” Jeremiah sounded happy. Nancy didn’t have more than a moment to wonder what they were talking about, because Jeremiah stepped back and away from her.
Eli lifted her and turned, and laid her on her sofa. “We’re going to take very good care of you, sweetheart.” He spread her legs and settled his mouth on her pussy.
Sexy and silky, sleek and seductive, Eli slid his opened lips back and forth across her slit, dipping his tongue into her for a quick taste before drawing it out again and sliding it over her clit. So many sensations drenched her at once that Nancy couldn’t focus and could hardly breathe. So much pleasure flooded her, such tingling arousal that seemed to come alive with a will of its own inundated her, she could only surrender. Surrender, and press her pussy against her lover’s mouth and beg for more.
Eli made a humming sound against her, which made her squeal. And then he moved, sliding fingers into her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Arousal became a fireball, streaking high and exploding into a climax so exciting, so all-encompassing, everything else ceased to exist except this rapture and the men inspiring it. Wave upon wave lifted her, tossing her about, as ecstasy vibrated through her.
Eli turned to kissing the inside of her thighs as she ever so slowly floated to earth again.
“That was beautiful.” Jeremiah had knelt down on the floor beside the sofa. “I bet you taste like heaven.”
Nancy opened her eyes and inhaled a shaky breath.
“You have no idea,” Eli said. He kissed the top of her mound, and then met her gaze. She saw such wanting there in his eyes that her heart turned over.
Meeting Jeremiah’s gaze, she read the same desire. A quick check below their belts told her they were certainly ready to rumba.
“That was wonderful. I can’t believe you’re both still fully dressed. I want to give back to you.”
“We’re not keeping score here, cupcake. And you have no idea how much pleasure we got out of watching you come.”
“That’s no lie.”
Eli stood and then lifted her into his arms. “Just show me the way.”
“I can walk, you know.”
“Yes, you can, but you made some crack about being too heavy—which is bullshit, in case you didn’t get what I was trying to say earlier—so now we’re obliged to show you that you’re not by carrying you around. Upstairs?”
She knew what she knew but she’d let them make their point for now. She laid her head on Eli’s shoulder and recalled that thought before he’d unleashed her passion.
Making memories was the best she could realistically hope for. She’d known that the moment she’d gone over to sit with them at Lusty Appetites.
If she ended up getting her heart broken because she changed her mind in the midst of all this, then this time, she would have no one to blame but herself.
Chapter 6
“Where to?”
Nancy lifted her head from Eli’s shoulder. Jeremiah had just topped the stairs behind them. There were two doors on the right, and only one on the left. Her bedroom was the first door on the right, but that wasn’t where she directed them.
Eli switched his hold of her so that he now cradled her in his arms. She liked this position better, because she’d be able to see both of their reactions to the master suite at the same time.
She grinned and said, “Left.” Never again would she tolerate comments about her anal tendencies. A few days before, she’d given in to the urge and made up the bed in the master suite. Rebecca, who’d been an invaluable help on moving day, had assured her the room was ready to go, except for the bed being made. Nancy had had no plans of using this room or the bed, but simply couldn’t abide having a bed in the house standing unmade.
Jeremiah moved ahead of them, and opened the door. He stepped inside and came to an abrupt halt. “Hot. Holy. Hell.” He stepped farther into the room and stood aside, his attention on her and Eli.
Eli came to a stop the moment he saw the bed. “What the hell do you call that size of bed, cupcake?”
“Well, it depends. It’s been called Lusty-size, Benedict-size, and Kendall-size. But I call it Jessop-size.”
Jeremiah nodded his head slowly. “I guess when you’ve got three or four sharing on a regular basis, it would have to be a larger bed than the norm.”
“Hmm. We have them custom made for us. As we do the fixtures in the Master bathroom.”
Eli met Jeremiah’s gaze and then grinned. “We’ve got to see this.”
Instead of putting her down and going into the adjoining room to explore on his own, he carried her into the bathroom with him.
“Wow.”
She had to admit she felt the same way. She hadn’t bothered to avail herself of this room yet—mostly because the bedroom she’d been using had a bathroom more than big enough for just her. Of course, her parents had a typical master suite in the house she’d grown up in, but she’d never snuck in to use the spa the way her triplet brothers had done.
But she’d wanted to. Eli’s reaction took her right back to those days when she’d longed for such amenities of her own.
“My God, baby, this is a hedonist’s paradise.” Jeremiah turned to her, his grin wide.
“Growing up, I’d heard rumors of water sports. I can hardly wait to experience them for myself.”
“Then let’s not wait. Are there towels in here?” Eli asked.
“Yes. Set me down, please. I’ll get them out and get them ready.”
“Get them ready?” Eli set her down, and he looked at Jeremiah, one eyebrow raised.
Nancy had often seen her fathers and her uncles looking at each other in just that way. She’d come to the conclusion that they somehow could almost read the other’s minds. That would be a definite plus when two men shared a wife.
How strange—or maybe wonderful or maybe scary—that Eli and Jeremiah seemed able to do the same thing.
This is not the time for obscure thoughts, or to be even thinking the words when two men shared a wife. No, it was time to impress these two with just how hedonistic an experience awaited them with her.
In the corner, beside the counter that held three sinks, there stood a cupboard with both an upper and a lower door. Nancy opened the upper one and pulled out six large, clean, and folded towels. She then opened the lower cupboard door, revealing a small dryer.
She tossed the towels in and set the timer.
“Oh, baby, that is good!” Jeremiah said.
“It rarely gets as cold here as it does up north, of course. But when you keep the A/C on in the summer, stepping out of the shower or the Jacuzzi can be a chilling experience. Some of my cousins use heated towel racks, and I have those, too. But I really like the dryer.”
Eli just shook his head. She watched his face as he looked back into the bedroom, then once more around the bathroom.
“These are some serious—and seriously expensive—amenities, sweetheart.”
She could see the question in his eyes, and wondered why the fact that what he was about to ask should surprise her at all. And she tried, very hard, not to put any negative slant on that calculating look in both their eyes. Both Eli Barton and Jeremiah Winthrop had very fine minds.
Nancy tried but failed not getting annoyed.
; Then Eli asked the inevitable. “Ms. Jessop—are you like, rich or something?”
Nancy shrugged, as if the action of shrugging off his comment could ease her disappointment. “About the same as everyone else in town, I guess.”
Jeremiah shook his head. Then he looked at Eli. “You were right. She is perfect for us.”
She set her hands on her hips. Okay, that is more than I can pretend to ignore. “Because I’m rich?”
“No, cupcake. Because you’re rich, the same as we are.”
“That sounds like something we should talk about.” Nancy’s mind began to swirl with all the possibilities, but Jeremiah distracted her. He reached for the buttons on his shirt and began to undress.
“Yes, ma’am. The fact that all three of us are wealthy is something we should talk about. But later. Much, much later.”
Eli started to undress, too, and she found herself distracted by the emerging sight of their beautiful, naked masculine chests. The view before her made her mouth water. There was no need to talk about such a mundane topic as individual prospects at a time like this!
“Later it is.” Nancy could just imagine what she must look like to these two gorgeous creatures. The fact that they’d gazed at her naked body and seemed to like what they saw went a long way to smoothing away one of her biggest fears.
And now she guessed they knew she didn’t have a sophisticated bone in her body. She could feel how wide her eyes had gone, but she couldn’t seem to do anything about it. And then they dropped their pants—both layers—at the same time.
Their cocks stood proud, erect, and tantalizingly close to her. Oh, God, I hope I’m not drooling. That would certainly disabuse them of any idea that she was a woman of the world.
“God, Eli, look at her. I think she’s drooling.”
“Yeah.” Eli sounded pleased as hell. “Come on, cupcake. Let’s get wet.”
Jeremiah headed for the shower, and took a moment to study the controls. “This is some serious pleasure palace you have here, Ms. Jessop. Who thinks of these kinds of things?”
Nancy wrapped her arms and legs around Eli when he lifted her. That action pressed her pussy flush against the hot, bulbous head of his cock. She wanted to moan and press against him tighter, but restrained herself. He inhaled sharply, and said, “Damn it, I forgot condoms.”
“I’m clean.” Nancy met his gaze. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a lover—and I’ve only had two in my whole life.”
“We’re clean, too. But what about birth control?” Eli quirked one eyebrow and Nancy nearly shivered with the effect that look of his had on her.
“Well, you’ve got me there. So I guess that I’ll tell you that there are condoms in the bedside table.”
“You have condoms in your bedside table, when you haven’t had a lover in a long time?”
Nancy sighed. “There are some unwritten rules in Lusty. That’s one of them. Because one never knows when one’s status might change.”
Eli kissed her, a quick, nearly chaste kind of kiss that made her pout. He laughed. “I think I like your town, sweetheart.”
“I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised,” Jeremiah said. “Considering the town is called Lusty.” The shower came on. Water poured down and out from an overhead “waterfall” fixture and the four showerheads, two on each end wall of the enclosure.
Nancy nodded. “The residents like to say that they’ve earned the name, time and time again.”
“Close your eyes, Nancy.” Eli stepped into the enclosure with her in his arms.
Nancy closed her eyes and tilted her head back, joyful of the sensation of wet heat raining down upon her.
“I think you’re a pleasure junkie,” Jeremiah said. “I never would have guessed that about you.”
Eli set her down, and then turned her so that her back was plastered against his front. This time she gave into temptation. She couldn’t help but wiggle her bottom against that fine, hard cock that pressed into the top of her ass and the small of her back.
“I do love my tactile stimulations. I mean, beyond the obvious. I’m in pampering heaven when it comes to pedicures, massages, and getting my hair washed at the hair salon. If I’m chilly, I love snuggling down in my duvet until I’m toasty warm.”
“Those are good things to know,” Eli said. “Between the two of us, we can cover all of the above except the pedicures. We’ll start with your hair, right now.”
“Yes, please.”
Eli stepped back slightly and Nancy tilted her head to give him better access, and then wanted to moan as two sets of hands lavished her with attention.
Eli’s touch, gentle but sure, worked lather into her hair while Jeremiah proved very thorough in washing her breasts and her stomach. This was pure luxury, and she couldn’t help the throaty sounds that emerged from her.
She wondered that she didn’t melt into a gooey puddle right then and there. She’d never been at the center of male attention like this before. Wonderful didn’t begin to describe this kind of tactile overload.
“Rinsing, sweetheart. Keep those eyes closed.” Nancy had always suspected he was a man with a keen attention to detail, and she was right. He wasn’t rushing though this experience, either, but taking his time.
Taking the time to please her.
As Eli worked conditioner into her hair, Jeremiah rinsed off her breasts and stomach. And then his hands were back, and this time, he put his full focus on her pussy.
“Oh!” She reached out to grab hold of him. Her arousal ignited back into stunning, vibrant life, threatening to buckle her knees.
“Judging from your sexy sounds, we’ve moved from tactile pleasure to horniness,” Eli said.
She didn’t mind the hint of laughter in his voice. Nancy had always believed sexy games should be fun.
The aroma of her conditioner in the steam-filled space added to the experience, engaging her olfactory senses to compliment the tactile. This was a completely seductive experience, one that she hoped would be repeated again and again. Eli massaged the cream into her hair until she could feel a difference in the way his fingers slid through the strands. And all the while, Jeremiah continued to pet her pussy with a slow, seductive rhythm.
Eli rinsed her hair at the same time Jeremiah rinsed her body. Neither man spoke, turning the mood inside the enclosure from light and flirty to something more intense, and more intimate.
Eli took great care in squeezing the excess water from her hair. She didn’t know which one of them adjusted the shower setting to mist, but she had no doubt whatsoever who knelt in front of her and gave her pussy a very sexy and intimate kiss.
Eli wrapped his arm around her from behind her, under her breasts. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just relax and let Jeremiah taste how sweet you are.”
Nancy moaned and tilted her hips, offering Jeremiah easier access to her intimate flesh. Joyous that both of these men liked oral sex, she reveled in the attention, in the way Jeremiah used his lips and tongue and teeth to set her ablaze.
He made pleasure sounds against her wet folds, too, and the vibration of those sounds strummed the strings of her arousal as eloquently as a maestro strummed his guitar. He showed expert knowledge in the way he took her higher and higher still, yet held her back from cresting that last precipice.
She couldn’t prevent her needy whimpers as her climax teased her, dancing just beyond reach. Oh, he was both wicked and wonderful in the way he played her body, writing his own personal opus on her soul.
“It sounds like our woman needs to come.” Eli used his tongue to tease the shell of her ear. “Do you, sweetheart? Do you need to come?”
“Yes. Yes, I want to come. But I want to please you, too. I need your cocks in my mouth and in my pussy and in my ass.”
“Damn, I knew you were perfect for us.” Eli actually shuddered in response to her words. Nancy had never felt so womanly.
Jeremiah switched up his oral loving, placing gentle kisses on her labia, her stomach, and
her thighs. “Come for us, then, baby. Come for us and let me drink your cream.”
His sexy words shivered through her as he used his mouth on her again. This time, just as Eli had done, he used his fingers to delve into her cunt, to finger fuck her and search for her sweet spot.
She jolted when he found it. He chuckled, moving his fingers over and over the tiny inner trigger. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Nancy cried out as her orgasm erupted. Wave after wave of the hottest ecstasy imaginable drenched her, inside and out. Jeremiah sucked on her, his mouth voracious, and she knew he was indeed drinking her juices down.
Jeremiah kissed his way up her body as the last spasm left her. He lifted her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.
“Kiss me, sweet baby. Let me share that with you.”
She raised her head and kissed him, tasting her nectar on a lover’s lips for the first time in her life. Erotic and exotic, the flavor both sated and aroused. She ended the kiss and met his gaze.
“More. I want more.” It was the boldest thing she’d said to any man.
“More what, Nancy?” Eli was waiting outside the shower. The moment Jeremiah stepped out of the enclosure with her in his arms, Eli draped a warmed towel around her.
“Anything. Everything. But mostly, I need more of the two of you. I want to give you both mind-blowing orgasms—just like you’ve done for me.”
“We’re glad you want more, because we are nowhere near finished with you yet.”
Despite the heat of the towel and the sure way Eli sat down on the bench with her on his lap and set about drying her, a tiny shiver wracked her, deep down inside. She shouldn’t let even a whisper of the future in. That whisper said they would be finished with her, eventually. But she couldn’t think about that now, not even a little bit.
She’d believed, when she’d walked over to that table and these men earlier tonight at Lusty Appetites, that she knew what she was doing, and what she was letting herself in for.
Now she wondered if she’d had any kind of real clue at all. In typical Nancy fashion she’d jumped in with both feet, reacting to her first impulse. Hopefully, she would survive the train wreck that was sure to come.
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