by Marla Monroe
The drive back to their place didn’t seem to take nearly as long as the ride out had. As soon as they were in the garage, Parker began climbing off the bike. Shane was there almost immediately to make sure she was steady on her feet. Allen unlocked the door and reset the alarm as they walked into the house.
“Bedroom, baby. I’ve got to be inside you soon or I’m going to embarrass myself and come in my jeans.” Shane led her upstairs toward the master bedroom.
The three of them became wild, pulling off clothes and tossing them on the floor. Shane took her mouth in a fiery kiss that only intensified her need. Allen’s mouth sucked and nipped his way up her side to her breasts. He latched on to a nipple and drew on it as Shane pulled away from her mouth to rain kisses along her neck.
Finally, Allen managed to call a halt to their mindless arousal and steer them into a more productive direction.
“I get that sweet pussy of yours, but first I want some of your juices. Lie back for me, Parker. Spread your legs so I can see you.”
She shivered all over as his gaze spread over her most private parts. She was soaking wet from her earlier climax and the ride back to their house. She was sure he could tell just by looking at her. He leaned over and blew a warm breath over her pussy lips. It sent another shiver down her body.
“I can smell how aroused you are, baby. You are so hot. I could come just watching you climax. Your pretty face turns pink and you get this faraway look in your eyes.”
He kissed her pussy then licked her from the top of her mound down to the bottom of her slit. Then he stabbed her pussy with his tongue and hummed. Parker groaned and twisted on the bed.
“My turn, Allen. I want a taste of that sweet cunt.”
Shane knelt between her legs and spread her pussy lips apart. He dove right in and began lapping at her pussy as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Then she felt another tongue licking around her clit.
“Oh, God!” She was going to die if they continued working on her at the same time.
Two tongues licked and sucked around her pussy and clit, sending shards of delight down Parker’s spine. Two fingers entered her cunt and began to explore around until they located her G-spot. Once she reacted to a stroke over it, they relentlessly teased it while their mouths ate at her pussy.
The orgasm snuck up on her almost like the first one had. She yelled out as her pussy tightened around the fingers inside her. She milked them as if they could give her anything beyond the exquisite climax. She moaned when the fingers retreated. When someone kissed her, she opened her eyes to find Shane’s face above her. His mouth, wet with her essence, licked and sucked on hers. When he drew back, there was a soft smile on his lips.
“Climb on, you two. We’re going for another ride.”
* * * *
Shane watched the flare of excitement in Parker’s eyes quickly change to wariness when he grinned at her. They were going to show her pleasure unlike anything she had likely ever felt before. He couldn’t wait to feel her ass squeeze his cock.
She sat up with his help and crawled over to the middle of the bed where Allen already lay with a condom covering his throbbing cock. She hesitated for all of a second before slowly sliding down over Allen’s engorged dick. He watched as her pretty pussy lips stretched around the other man’s ruddy cock until it totally disappeared inside of her.
Hell, what a sight.
Allen pumped his cock in and out of her a couple of times to her obvious delight. Her head fell back on her shoulders and she closed her eyes. A soft smile complimented her lips that parted on a silent oh.
He moved in behind her and gently pressed her down against Allen’s chest. She moaned but didn’t resist.
“Baby, have you ever had anal sex before?”
“Yes. I didn’t much care for it, but I’ve never had two men at one time before.”
“I promise we’ll make this good for you. Just remember to relax and push back for me. I’m going to take real good care of you, Parker. Trust me.”
“Trust is not an easy thing to give, Shane.” She turned her head to look up at him.
“Have we given you any reason not to trust us?”
“No.”
“Just try.”
He rolled on a condom, then dropped some lube on her tight rosette. It squeezed tighter, reacting to the cold. He gently massaged the lube into her dark hole using one finger. He pressed forward and was delighted to feel her relax around the digit. He pushed in to the second knuckle and pumped it a few times. Then he pulled out and added more lube, returning with two fingers this time.
“Press back for me, baby.”
He worked them inside her back hole in short, quick strokes that soon left him able to scissor his fingers open and closed inside her. The resistant ring of muscle hadn’t been too big of an issue yet. He stroked them in and out of her tight hole until he felt like she was ready for more. Then he added more lube and a third finger. He had to press harder this time to get past the muscular ring, but she only whimpered and didn’t balk. He pumped his fingers in and out of her ass several times.
“Fuck, man. You’ve got to hurry. I’m dying here.”
“She’s ready. Hold on.”
Shane removed his fingers and cleaned them on the towel he’d gotten with the lube and condom earlier. Then he applied an ample amount of the stuff on his sheathed cock and pressed the head of it against her back entrance. He pressed forward. Her ass muscles resisted even as she pushed back.
“Oh, God. It hurts, Shane.”
“Relax and press harder, baby.”
His cockhead moved through the ring and she whimpered.
“Do you need me to stop, Parker?”
She was quiet for a few seconds.
“No, it only burns some now. Go ahead.”
Shane hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt her.
“Shane? Please. I need you to move. Do something.”
He swallowed around the pressure already building inside him and pushed forward until he had to stop and pull almost out to push forward again. This time he made it all the way inside, balls deep.
“Aw, hell. That is so fucking good. You’re so tight, Parker.” Allen pulled out then pressed back in.
Shane backed out and stroked back in. They set a slow easy rhythm, moving her between them. Her ass was so tight. He felt like he was in a velvet vise that tightened down with each pump of his dick. He had to force his way back in each time.
“Please, guys. I need more. Faster, Shane, I need it faster. Oh, God.”
Shane pulled out and shoved his way back in faster this time. Allen was right behind him. Both men took her at her word and amped up the speed and the force. The feel of Allen’s cock only a thin membrane away should have bothered him being straight, but it actually increased the pleasure. The three of them were all together, moving toward a common goal. It was almost like poetry or a well-choreographed dance.
Faster and harder, they thrust inside of her body until she clamped down on both of them to the point of pain. She screamed wordlessly then shouted out their names as she climaxed between them. The force of her orgasm brought on theirs as well. Shane emptied himself inside of her, pouring out his seed into the condom, and something else as well—his heart. He’d made the ultimate mistake a player could make. He’d fallen in love.
Chapter Five
Consciousness slowly returned and Parker opened her eyes. She was lying in bed with the covers pulled over her and both Shane and Allen curled around her. What had happened? She shifted in bed and remembered, thanks to her tender muscles. They had taken her together and blown her beliefs about sex right out of the water. What she’d had hadn’t been just a climax. It had been a religious experience.
“Hey there, sleepyhead. How do you feel?” Shane’s eyes were hooded.
“Good. Sore.” She yawned. “I guess I’m a little tired, too.”
“Thanks, Parker.” Allen spoke up next.
“For what? It’s me who s
hould be thanking you. That was beyond anything I can even imagine.”
“Thank you for sharing your body with us. For being who you are. You’re special, Parker.”
Shane ran a finger down her collarbone before reaching up to tweak her nose. He smiled and leaned in to kiss the edge of her mouth.
“What time is it, guys? It’s bound to be late.”
Shane checked his watch and winced. “It’s six. How about a nice, relaxing bath before we take you home?”
“That sounds great.” She began to get up, but Allen stopped her.
“Stay here until I get the water ready. We have some bath salts here. Do you want to use them, or would you rather not?”
“Oh, maybe not.” She wrinkled her nose playfully. “I’m picky about my salts.”
“Good enough. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” He rolled out of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
“This has all been…” She didn’t know how to word it.
“Don’t say it, Parker. It’s been more than that.” Shane pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re more than that.”
“It was just for today, for twenty-four hours.”
“I know. Time’s not up yet.” He rolled over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom. Then he rolled it on and pressed a finger between her legs.
Parker knew he would find her wet and ready for him. Just being in the same room with either of them kept her wet, and needy.
He covered her with his body and slowly entered her wet pussy with a soft thrust. She sighed at the warm feeling of intimacy between them. The easy glide of his cock in and out of her wet cunt soon morphed into heat that changed into fire as he thrust inside of her. He watched her the entire time he fucked her. His eyes missing nothing, not letting her close hers.
What was happening to her? She couldn’t do this. He began to speed up with sure strokes that tore her apart inside and out. When the climax hit her, it rushed through her like a warm stream of water, washing away her walls and safety glass until all that was left was Parker.
Shane finally closed his eyes, his face contorting into a thing of beauty as he came inside of her. He said her name in almost a prayer, then collapsed over her, letting her feel part of his weight. It anchored her, and in that moment, she needed it more than she needed to breathe. She was in so much trouble. She was in love.
“Hey, you two, I have the water ready.”
“On our way,” Shane moved off of her to the edge of the bed and stood up. Then he helped her sit up and gain her footing before she stood up.
Shane dealt with the condom as Allen helped her climb into the large tub. Allen knelt by it and began to bathe her with a soapy cloth.
“It’s big enough for three. Aren’t you going to get in with me?” she asked.
“Naw, you need to soak, and if we get in with you, there’s going to be waves. Relax, Parker. We’ll come get you in plenty of time to get you home by eight.” Shane backed out of the bathroom, nodding to Allen as he did.
The other man finished bathing her then placed a kiss on her lips before leaving as well. She lay there all alone in the big tub and wondered what she was going to do. She loved them. That wasn’t supposed to have happened. She never fell in love with her conquests. Ha, who was she kidding? They weren’t her conquests. She was theirs.
Parker wondered what she was going to do. They lived in entirely different worlds, with nothing in common except for excellent sex. She could care less what others thought about her, but she knew how her friends and family would view them. They would look down on Shane and Allen and make their life miserable if she were to pursue a relationship.
Another thought hit her. They might not even want a long-term relationship with her. They hadn’t asked to see her again yet. Maybe they wouldn’t. And then there was the will. She was supposed to marry a businessman by her twenty-sixth birthday who would be able to take care of her. That was in another six months. If she didn’t, the other quarter of the inheritance would go to her wretched stepmother. Did it really matter if she got it or not? She would still have equal say in all of the dealings with Montgomery Oil, and she was set, as far as money went, for life. She wasn’t greedy, so what did it matter?
What about them? Would they want her only for her money? That was all Michael had wanted from her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have cheated on her with Olivia. Had it been true love, he wouldn’t have even looked at the other woman.
Parker couldn’t help but want what her parents had had before her mother died. They had spent just about every waking moment together. She could remember the love in their eyes for each other and how her father would watch her mother when she wasn’t looking. She wanted that. That was why she refused to even consider getting back together with Michael. He would never look at her like that. Would anyone?
The longer she lay in the water, the more questions circled in her head. She guessed if they didn’t bring it up before they left her at her condo, then it would be a moot point as to whether she wanted to see them again. She still didn’t know how to answer them if they asked. How did you know if someone liked you for who you were and not for your money or position? The men truly didn’t seem to care about who she was. They hadn’t once asked her about her family other than about her stepmother. It didn’t mean they hadn’t checked up on her before they picked her up. All it would take was a Google search and everything about her life, both good and bad, would be there to read.
Maybe she should do some digging on her own and find out more about them. They lived in a very nice house that was much nicer than anything she would have possibly believed of a couple of bikers. Even taking into account that they worked construction, it was a bit much.
A knock at the bathroom door startled her.
“Come in.”
Cool air wound around her shoulders as two pair of jean-clad legs moved into her line of sight.
“Hey there, sexy. Ready to get out?” Allen grabbed a towel off the warming rack and held it out as Shane reached down and helped her stand up.
“This was wonderful. Thanks.”
“Let’s get you all dried off so you don’t catch cold.” Shane worked a towel over her back while Allen took care of her front.
Neither man played. They weren’t brisk, either. They just dried her off and then helped her dress in her jeans and blouse once again. At some point, someone had picked them up off the floor and folded them neatly on the dresser. She slipped into her boots and used the comb on the dresser to situate her hair. Looking in the mirror, she looked like a woman ready for anything, if you didn’t catch the shadow in her eyes.
“Let’s get you home before the clock strikes eight. I wouldn’t want to change into a mouse or a rat,” Allen teased.
She smiled. They were making things so easy on her. Why? What was in it for them? What did they get out of it?
She followed them downstairs and out to the garage. She waited while they mounted up, and then climbed on behind Shane. She sank into him as he pulled out of the garage and out into the street with Allen behind them. They didn’t say anything on the drive to her place. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but it wasn’t an easy one, either. It felt sad.
When they pulled up behind her car twenty minutes later, she carefully climbed off the bike. She wasn’t sure if they would come up with her or just ride off. Evidently they planned to at least walk her up to her condo, because they pulled off their helmets and got off the bikes. They each took a hand and walked with her up the stairs to the second floor where Shane took the key from her trembling hand and unlocked the door. She stepped in and switched the alarm system over to home and turned to look at them. They both smiled at her.
“It’s five till eight. We’re safe,” Allen quipped.
“You going to be okay?” Shane asked.
“Yeah. Thank you both for—everything.”
“Lock up, Parker.” Shane leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
Allen
pulled her into his arms and kissed her as if he didn’t want to let her go. Then he backed away and smiled. “Do as he says, Parker. Lock up.”
She closed the door and set the locks. She double-checked the security system, then leaned against the door and let the tears that she’d held at bay run free.
* * * *
Allen walked into the house and immediately grabbed a beer. He walked outside on the deck and sat on the steps before popping the top. He heard Shane walk outside soon afterward.
“She’s out of our league, Allen.”
“Yeah.”
He sipped his beer. They each stared out at the backyard. Was Shane imagining a backyard full of strawberry blonde children playing on a swing set or monkey bars? They could build them an entire fort or play house. He turned up the beer can and drained it.
“She’ll marry someone like that Michael guy,” Shane pointed out.
“But not him, because he cheated on her.”
“She’s in the limelight being who she is and all. Wouldn’t work out for us both to marry her.”
“It might not matter to her.” Allen knew he was grasping for straws.
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
Allen cursed and crumpled the empty beer can. He stood up and walked back in the house to get another one. He’d nurse this one longer. There wasn’t any reason to get drunk. It wouldn’t help anything except maybe for a few alcohol-induced hours of being passed out. Then it would all come crashing back again.
“I’m going to order pizza.” Shane pulled out his phone and punched in the number they both knew by heart.
“We should have at least gotten her phone number.”
“She could have asked for ours.” He held up his hand and placed their order then hung up the phone.
“Are you going to negate everything I say about her?”
“No. Not everything. I love her, too, Allen. I just know that expecting anything to come of it is like pissing in the wind.”