“We ‘went after you’ because we were attracted to you, Em. Lots of women have threesome fantasies. I didn’t fall for you at first sight because you have a ménage fetish—” He dodged successfully when she tried to punch him and chuckled. “I fell in love with you at first sight because you were concerned about Summer, you had a great sense of humor, you’re gorgeous, and I love the sound of your voice. The fact that you’re a pervert is just an added bonus.” He dodged her again, and this time she laughed.
“My name is Emma and I’m a pervert.”
They drew near to her as they laughed, and Gage kissed her temple. “Then it’s good that the three of us are all on the same page. I felt guilty about watching you in the store but we couldn’t help ourselves once we got a good look at you.”
The timing of their love declarations really didn’t matter. The truth was that she loved them and they loved her, despite her perverted fantasies. Her stomach suddenly growled loud enough for all of them to hear, and she laughed.
A chuckle rumbled in Gage’s chest. “We’d better get food in this girl if we want her to have energy for tonight.”
“What about my ass?” she asked cheekily, even though she was secretly a little nervous about the first time.
Duke chuckled and kissed her. “Food for you first, Em.”
She smiled a little shamefacedly. “I ruined the mood overreacting, didn’t I?”
Gage replied, “Actually, I was a little worried that you would be really pissed off at us when you found out we were watching you that day.”
“You’re not making fun of me or trying to make me feel bad for what I bought. Why would I be mad? With that said, don’t eavesdrop on my visits to Discretion anymore. That place is a sanctuary for me.”
“Where you can be your perverted self?” Gage asked.
“Exactly,” she said with a giggle. She knew there would be more visits to Discretion. Soon.
“So, are you going to include us when you play with your toy some time? What was his name? Enrique?”
“It was, but I changed it to Danté. Enrique was not a good fit for me,” she said, then snickered. “For some reason, I just like Danté better. And of course I’ll let you play, the next time I get Danté out, but I was hoping the two of you would sort of make him obsolete.”
Gage chuckled lustfully. “Oh, no. Danté just adds to the variety and viewing pleasure.” His cock bobbed, showing his excitement at the thought.
Her cheeks grew hot at the thought of them watching her pleasure herself. Just then her stomach growled again, and Duke patted her on the derriere. “Why don’t we eat and then we’ll see about your ass.”
“Can we eat naked?” she asked as she stroked a finger along his still rigid length.
Duke’s eyes glittered, and he said, “Just for teasing me, you’re sucking my cock first.”
Emma giggled and climbed down from the table as she said, “Yum. Teasing gets me what I want! I’ll remember that.” Becoming more serious for a moment, she kissed them and said, “I love you both and I’m so glad I told you.” Maybe that was the biggest item that should have been on her bucket list.
Emma did suck his cock for him a little while later, experimenting on him and Gage both on the dappled shade of the picnic table, trying to discover what they liked, which was pretty much anything she chose to do to them. She sucked Gage until he climaxed and got her first taste of his cum as she swallowed him down. Duke, however, had plans involving her ass. After asking her again if she preferred the greater privacy of the tent, she assured him she was thoroughly enjoying their “al fresco” afternoon.
“Lay on the towel, where you were before, Em,” Duke said and then kissed her while holding her as though she were the most delicate piece of porcelain china. His fingertips grazed over the upper swells of her ass, and she shuddered with delight. His gentle touch communicated passion but also tenderness and caring.
Gage brought several towels and laid them over the towel she’d used earlier. At her inquiring look, Gage said, “A little extra cushion for you, angel, and also in case company shows up.”
That made sense. The longer they were out in the open the greater their chances of discovery. The thought sent a thrill through her cunt, and she bit her lip and looked at him naughtily.
Duke and Gage must’ve caught on because Duke said, “You naughty girl. You like the thought of getting caught, don’t you?”
She imagined someone sneaking up and peeking through the trees, and her pussy lips swelled a bit more. Nodding cheekily, she turned and lay facedown over the soft pallet, balancing on her tiptoes with her legs close together.
“Pretty,” Gage said, and she looked behind her and saw him lean down to kiss her ass cheek.
Chortling at the sweet gesture, she said, “Damn! I could’ve had ‘getting my ass kissed’ on my bucket list!”
Duke smiled at Gage as he stroked her ass with lazy touches and said, “What do you think, Gage? Should we let her add to her list?”
She and Gage nodded eagerly, and Duke laughed. “Ass kissed. Check! Anything else?” he asked suggestively as he squeezed her ass cheeks firmly.
“Oh,” she murmured shakily, loving the strength in his hands. “There is this one other thing. Um…since you already know I’m a perv…” She never knew that about herself but found she was just fine with it. Perviness was in the eye of the beholder.
Chapter Eight
“What, Em?” Duke’s hands were enthralling her as he worked her ass cheeks until they tingled.
“Spank me?”
“Oh, hell yes, angel,” Gage muttered with a heartfelt tone as he laid his palm down on her lower back and stroked gently. “You like to be spanked?”
“I’ve never been spanked. Why don’t we try it and see what I think.” She wiggled her ass enticingly at him.
Duke groaned and said, “I’m loving this ‘add to the bucket list’ idea more and more.”
When the first pop landed, she lifted her head from the soft cushion of the towels and sucked in a breath of air. It hardly even stung but definitely got her attention. She waited long seconds before the next pop landed on the fleshiest part of the other cheek. A wave of gooseflesh traveled down the backs of her thighs as Duke gently stroked the areas he’d applied his hand to.
“Doing okay, angel?” Gage asked as he trailed his fingertips up her back.
“Yes. Keep going. Please don’t stop yet.”
The next pop landed in a different place on the same cheek as the first one. Duke continued on, letting Gage take turns, evenly placing the licks until her ass felt like it was on fire. One pop jarred her mound against the towel, and she moaned as the vibration and heat seeped into her pussy. She squirmed against Duke’s hand as he kneaded her red-hot ass and felt her juices leaking down her inner thighs.
“Emma,” Duke groaned. “Did you like your spanking?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She squirmed again and moaned when she felt gentle fingers, she wasn’t sure whose, at her pussy, stroking the slick moisture that was seeping from her slit. Those same fingers slid back to her asshole and gently massaged until every nerve ending there was lit on fire. More gooseflesh raced up and down her back.
Letting her know it was him at her ass, Duke said, “We’re going to get you good and ready, Em. It may be uncomfortable at first but we’ll take it slow. Gage is going to help too.”
Emma moaned when she felt a hot mouth on her cunt. “Oh, Gage!” She parted her thighs a bit more for him, and a shudder rippled through her as Gage nibbled, teased, and licked until she was on the verge of begging for penetration. Gage stroked her drenched pussy with his fingertips as Duke lubricated her rear opening, getting her good and slippery for his cock.
He slowly penetrated with one fingertip, easing it in as her body resisted the burning, naughty intrusion. Just as the sensation began to grow into arousal he withdrew and replaced his finger with two and continued working them in and out with gentle strokes until she felt sure sh
e could handle him. He worked her ass so thoroughly, while Gage played with her cunt, that she felt the flickers of an orgasm bloom deep within.
“Doing okay, Em?” Duke asked, and she heard the sound of a foil wrapper opening. This was it. She laid her head on the towel and nodded.
Gage sat on the bench beside her and stroked her back. His hand was warm and helped her feel grounded.
Emma smiled at him and said, “This is nothing like when you were laid out on a picnic table at the Campbell Lake campground, is it? What I’m getting in my ass, I want there.” Gage rolled his eyes wordlessly and shook his head.
“Oh, the irony,” Duke said with a soft chuckle. His thumb pressed against her pliant and ready asshole. “Ready, Em?”
Emma looked back at him and was entranced by the heat in his gray eyes. She returned his smile and nodded. She rested her cheek on the towels and groaned softly when she felt Duke’s blunt head at her anus. He felt enormous, but she was sure she could handle this. She breathed deep and willed her body to give in to him.
“Good, Em. You’re doing great.”
Duke pressed on her asshole and began to rock against her. The lubricant he’d worked into her did its job, and she could feel him gaining ground with each shallow thrust. Her heart was pounding out a rapid rhythm as his breath grew deep and raspy. “Oh, fuck, yes, Emma.”
His impassioned words made her want to give everything to him, to them both. She clasped Gage’s hand and made eye contact with him as she arched slightly and carefully pushed back on Duke’s next thrust. His cockhead slid through her resistant opening, and she gulped in a breath of air and moaned.
“Fuck! Yes,” Duke crooned as he stopped thrusting for a moment. “Don’t move, Emma. Give me a few seconds. You feel…amazing.”
Emma focused on breathing as she grew accustomed to the feeling of him in her ass. She became antsy for him to move and experimented with grinding back on him gently, working him in and out with tiny undulating movements.
Duke moaned softly. “The way you move, Em. Damn. I’m addicted to you.”
She knew exactly what he meant. “Can I have more?”
Duke laid his hot hands on her hips and caressed her. “Yes.”
He must have bent over her, because she suddenly felt his lips pressed against her shoulder, and then his chest made reassuring, warm contact with her back. He thrust in gentle, smooth strokes, and her breath rasped in and out in a staccato rhythm as she took more and more of him.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Duke.” She arched, wanting him all, feeling stretched nearly to the point of pain. Finally, his balls rubbed against her pussy and she thought she had just about all of him.
He drew back and thrust one last time and groaned. She reached back and caressed his cheek as he pressed a kiss against her shoulder then stood once more.
“Fuck me, Duke.”
He pulled back and thrust to the root again and growled deep in his chest. “You’re killing me, Em. You feel so good.”
She moaned as he thrust again and allowed it when he drew her back slightly on the table. She understood why a moment later when she felt Gage stroking her sopping-wet cunt from underneath while Duke stroked into her ass.
In a husky voice, Gage said, “What a hot little pussy you have, angel. Are you looking forward to us fucking you together?”
His words brought to mind what she imagined the three of them would look like together, and her pussy swelled and throbbed almost unbearably. Duke’s long, slick strokes over the sensitive nerve endings in her ass were creating a tidal wave of tension inside her.
“Yes, Gage. I want to feel you both inside me.” His gentle fingers stroked and teased at her cunt until she was sure she was about to come.
“Soon, angel.”
Duke ground out, “I’m about to come, Em. You ready?”
She hovered on the brink of orgasm and whispered, “Yes, Duke. I’m—I’m, oh, Duke…”
He gripped her hips and began thrusting harder. It was just the push she needed when she heard the tiny whir of the little vibrator being switched on. Her pussy clenched before it even touched her, and when it did, she went off like a rocket, screaming against her fist as Duke growled, thrust deep twice more, and cried out in ecstasy. He wrapped his arms beneath her torso and squeezed her to him as he ground against her ass. His passionate groan filled her ears, and she smiled as he pressed his parted lips to her shoulder blade.
Stars swam in her vision, and they both shuddered in pleasure together. Finally, he released her and braced his hands on either side of her and heaved shaky breaths. “Thank you, sweetheart.” His voice was low and filled with love.
* * * *
Nobody ever showed up at their campground that evening. They had the whole quiet place to themselves. As Gage lay with Emma cuddled between him and his cousin, he listened to the soothing sounds of the river flowing past them just a few yards away. They’d grilled burgers for supper then sat around the fire telling stories until Emma yawned. She hadn’t protested when they put her to bed and expected her to do nothing more than go to sleep.
Gage loved that she was so willing with them, seizing every opportunity she was presented to be with them, but he didn’t want her to feel like they were using her. Her animated face during the sky dive came to mind, and Gage smiled in the dark. No wonder she was so tired that evening.
“Gage?”
He’d thought she was already drifting toward sleep. “Hmm?” he murmured, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“Can I ask you about what happened? With your mom and dad, I mean?”
Gage looked over Emma’s head and caught Duke’s gaze in the dim moonlight. Duke lay there awake as well and nodded at him, encouraging him to tell her. Duke had always been there when Gage was growing up and had seen how he’d struggled with being bullied by other larger kids in school. Duke had also encouraged him when he’d asked if he could talk to a counselor when he got older. Duke wanted him to trust Emma, and that was the least he could do.
“What would you like to know, angel? Ask me.”
“Tell me about your biological parents.”
Gage released a soft, deep breath. “I barely recall my father. His name was Roger. I was almost three when Duke’s family took me in. I’ve been told he was sadistic, and as you can imagine, I believe it. He’s dead now. He died in a prison fight.”
“What about your mom?”
“My Aunt Mary’s sister, Regina. Aunt Mary always smiles when she talks about her younger sister. I miss her, even though I hardly remember her. I do recall her hugging me a lot. She met Roger and his friends and made a mistake getting tangled up with him. He got her pregnant with me. She never even finished high school. He moved her away from San Angelo for a year or so to find a job. When that didn’t work out we came back. My aunt told me that it was obvious he’d gotten Regina hooked on heroin, which he was dealing by that point.” He was ashamed that he was related to anyone who’d resorted to dealing drugs to make ends meet, but it was part of his history, so he told her.
“Did Regina try to get help once she came home?”
“Yeah. My aunt and uncle would give her money for food and clothes for me. Regina was pretty closemouthed by that time, but when Aunt Mary offered to take her to a doctor and a counselor, she accepted.”
The grief he felt for his mom that never quite went away surfaced, creating a lump in his throat. Aunt Mary had assured him as he grew up that Regina had loved him and had taken as good a care of him as she’d been able. Regina Randall had been every bit as powerless as her toddler son, and addicted to heroin besides that. Even though it meant wishing he’d never been born, Gage wished that she’d never met his father because then she might still be alive and happy.
“Was your dad in prison for dealing drugs?”
“No. He’d been in jail on drug charges before but that’s not what landed him in prison. Aunt Mary had taken Regina to see a doctor and a drug counselor one day. I was left in my f
ather’s care, because nobody knew just how brutal he was. Uncle Joe told me once just a couple of years ago that they felt guilty for years. They were so happy to have Regina and me back that they somehow overlooked signs that Roger was abusive.”
“They didn’t want to rock the boat for fear he’d take off with the two of you again?”
“I suppose. Roger was sneaky and they wouldn’t have known I was being abused unless they stripped me naked, which they didn’t do. They both wish they had now. Anyway, I don’t remember very much of what happened that finally got him arrested. I was too little, or my mind shut off the memories…I don’t know.”
Emma stroked his shoulder and murmured, “It happens. So they left you with Roger to take Regina to an appointment and something happened?”
“Yeah. Aunt Mary walked in the house with Regina and they found Roger passed out on the couch with his belt in his hand. They found me in a closet.”
He told the tale with a mixture of emotions. It had been so long ago that he normally looked at it very clinically, but this time he imagined being his aunt or uncle searching for the little baby whom Roger was supposed to be watching over and finding him terrified and injured, hiding in a closet.
“He had harmed you?”
Gage nodded. “Aunt Mary said I was covered in welts and I had cigarette burns all over. I was still in diapers at that age but they said I was naked when they found me. They looked me over and discovered healed burns as well as the fresh ones and a laceration from his belt buckle on one side of my buttocks. When pressed, Regina finally told them that Roger had been abusing both of us and my uncle called the police. I went to the hospital and Aunt Mary and Duke never left my side. She tells me that Duke insisted on sleeping in my hospital bed with me. I don’t remember.”
Gage wiped the tear that strayed down his cheek. The thought that Duke had felt so protective of him even though they were both little more than babies had always touched his heart in an unspeakable way. He supposed that was why he’d always felt closer than a brother to Duke. Emma stroked his chest and let him be for a moment.
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