“S’okay, sweetheart,” he crooned. “We will never hurt you, I promise.”
Sarah relaxed, only to hear him say quietly, almost under his breath, “Except in a good way.”
She was afraid she was dreaming, afraid to open her eyes and find herself alone again. She wanted to allow herself to believe things might just possibly go back to where they had been before that awful time. Her rage was long burned out, her pride set aside, although her heart was bruised and her spirit languishing.
Regardless, she concentrated on Alain’s touch as much as possible. He moved up, abandoning her breasts, and began to steal her breath and her thoughts with deep, arousing kisses. She could almost forgive him for leaving her breasts to ache as Ryan began to stretch her with one, then two fingers, adding a third only when she was able to accept it easily. The naughty, forbidden touching sent shivers of desire into her pussy, the shaven lips tingling, her moisture dripping to saturate her and heat Alain’s cock. It began to twitch between her legs. Finally, Ryan withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against her anus. It popped through the tight muscles, and Sarah waited for the burn to change into pleasure. Ryan held still and was patient, forging deeper only when he felt her inner walls adjusting. When he was fully seated within her, he paused.
“Now would be a good time, Alain,” he gritted. “She is so fucking hot and tight that I’m about to embarrass myself.”
Alain reached down to guide himself into her, feeding her his cock inch by inch. Sarah felt stretched and so full. Maybe they had gotten bigger in her absence or she had shrunk, but it didn’t feel like she could take them both. Alain pulled out and coated himself in the excess lube and her juices. His reentry was facilitated, and he forged in to the hilt. Sarah panted against the pressure and felt yet another orgasm begin to coil. Alain and Ryan began to move in their well-established rhythm. Sarah was never without a cock pushed deep inside her. The pressure, the fullness, and the reaction of the nerve endings in her bowels all collided, and she spiraled. Ryan reached to where she and Alain were joined and pressed her clit, coming hard inside her as she went off, the hot ejaculate pushing her up and over again. He slipped out of her, and Alain grabbed her hips in a bruising grip to lift and slam her down three more times before he shouted and came.
“Welcome home, Sarah,” said Ryan.
Chapter Fourteen
Sarah awoke before them, for the first time ever, and she began to panic. It was probably irrational, and she absolutely wanted to be here with them, but she felt awkward, uncomfortable somehow, and angry. This was crazy. They had previously begged her forgiveness regardless of the fact that they had virtually held her hostage. They brought her home last night because there simply hadn’t been any other option. She belonged here with them. So why was her heart pumping against her ribs? Why could she not take a deep breath? Why was she so very angry? Alain’s eyes opened and immediately moved from sleep to a warm, loving look, followed by his sunny smile. The smile that hid a dominant, kinky, sexual male. Sarah wanted to punch him right in the nose, the nose that seemed a little off-centre. So, it hadn’t healed exactly right. Good. She instantly closed her eyes against the nasty thoughts.
“Ryan. Ryan, wake, my friend, it appears to be time.”
Sarah jolted up and stared at Alain. Time for what? If they wanted to fuck her, they could think again. She wasn’t in the mood.
Ryan dragged himself from slumber, and for a moment Sarah felt warm fuzzies. He slept like the proverbial log, and he grumbled and complained until he had his first cup of coffee. Unless, of course, he decided to make her his breakfast, and then it was just fine to wake her up, she remembered crossly. Sarah resisted a strong need to pinch him. She shrieked in the next breath as Alain scooped her up and carried her to the closet. He slipped her into her favorite robe and tied it around her. Sarah’s heart swelled to think that all of her possessions were just where she had left them. Right, left them. Left them when she had fled from her home, from their accusations. What the hell was the matter with her? How was it that she suddenly started to feel so keenly, to process everything again? What had she been doing with her emotions these past months? Oh right, she hadn’t thought, hadn’t talked about it, hadn’t thought about it.
Ryan was fumbling in the kitchen when she and Alain walked there. He was naked, his hair awry, his chin and cheeks full of stubble. He looked adorable. Alain was unshaven as well, yet kept his elegant look, swathed as he was in his silk robe, his hair behaving itself. Sarah bet her hair was a mess. Cranky pants.
“Pour our woman a cup of coffee, fixed the way she likes it, mon ami,” suggested Alain. “I’ll take one, too. And then we shall talk before Sarah causes us bodily harm.”
Sarah stared at him. He knew she was conflicted and upset. He read her now just as he used to read her. Ryan was looking her way, too, and had a concerned, compassionate look on his face, slightly at odds with his burgeoning erection. Alain threw him a dish towel and gestured for him to cover up, which Ryan did, tucking himself under the counter as he sat down to face her.
Alain began, “We are sorry. No, I won’t speak for Ryan. He can do his own groveling. I am so very sorry about jumping to the insane conclusion that you would have betrayed us. I knew it was not possible even then and do not understand why I even considered it. Because, Sarah, I knew you had not, even before you left. Even before we checked into the fraud. I knew when we were, well, when we were…”
“Fucking me?” Sarah bit out. “Fucking me like I meant nothing?”
Ryan moved to touch her, and both Alain and Sarah waved him back.
“Oh, my love, Sarah, never that. I understand that it felt like nothing, like punishment, but we needed you that day like never before. I needed to be with you together with Ryan and take from you and yet not let you see the effect you had on me. I was hurting, Sarah, and unable to move past my stupid male pride. I thought I had made a mistake in judgment and couldn’t begin to accept that. So I reverted to the part of our relationship that connected us. Can you consider this?”
Sarah could consider it and actually did understand, as much as any woman could understand men. But it was the fact that they had even entertained the idea that she would actually betray them that stuck in her craw.
Ryan shuffled around the breakfast bar to sit on the stool beside hers. The dish towel sort of hung from his cock like a flag, and Sarah bit her lip against a stupid giggle.
“Honey, I’m not as good with words as Alain is, you know that. And I’ll confess that I did think you had given the information to Horizons. No wait, Sarah, please hear me out. I’m trying to be honest here. Communicate.”
Sarah settled back down and tried to hear him out. He had actually used the word communicate after all.
“We had just been told the bad news and came home to be with you because you would make it better. Like little boys, eh?”
Sarah didn’t hide her smile. For sure Ryan would have come home looking for her to kiss it better. He trusted her with his vulnerable side.
“I was looking forward to seeing you, and then I read those e-mails. It blindsided me, and I simply couldn’t think. Alain was the same way, although he didn’t react so strongly. We tried to talk it through, but I’m not real good at dealing with feelings and I guess my pride took a beat down. I took you to bed to make it better, honey, I did. And then I was so ashamed of myself that I went to take a shower alone. I even talked myself into doing you with Alain all night just to find an answer I could live with. But then you left and, well, I realized something pretty significant for a man right then.”
Sarah waited. Alain was looking at Ryan like he didn’t know who he was.
Ryan took a deep breath. “I realized that sex doesn’t fix everything.”
He paused and looked at her, a very anxious look on his face.
Sarah let the silence draw out. What on earth could she say to that? What could she say to Alain, who, from his previous statements, had essential
ly come to the same conclusion?
“Okay,” she finally responded. “So, in a nutshell, you both thought for a nanosecond that I had betrayed you, and then I came home. I couldn’t disprove the evidence instantly, so you thought to make yourselves feel better by fucking me and then thought to talk about it afterwards?”
Two sets of eyes, so dissimilar in colour yet so identical in expression watched her warily, and two heads nodded very carefully.
She made them wait. “Then make it up to me. And be very fucking creative.”
Alain was by her side in an instant, pulling her to him as Ryan jostled for position.
“We’ve booked an open-ended cruise and a private house on St. Lucia,” bragged Ryan. “We can go whenever you want, for however long you want.”
“And we’ve got a short list of houses for you to view because we want to be a real family and not condo squatters,” added Alain.
Condo squatters? Whatever, Sarah liked the idea of a house, of permanence.
“We talked it over, honey, and of course you’ll make the final decision, but we want you to marry one of us, although we’ll both be your husbands, and we picked out a ring, Sarah. But if you want, you can choose your own.” Ryan’s anxiety was palpable.
Alain touched her cheek gently. “Mon coeur, we want to make babies with you. You can decide who can be the first papa or we can let it be that luck of the draw, but it feels like time.”
Sarah waited. They didn’t say anything further, so she tallied the offers.
“A cruise and a place on an island, before or after I marry you. Probably a very nice ring. A house for a family, babies. And?”
Ryan, surprisingly, got it first, and Sarah bit back a chuckle at his lightbulb-over-the-head moment.
“And we are going to talk about everything, all the time, every day. Communicate.”
Alain did laugh, but with chagrin. Then he offered, “And have great, enthusiastic, regular sex, my darling.”
“Done,” Sarah said. She reached and yanked the towel from Ryan’s cock and gave him a little stroke.
“I think I’d like to make the acquaintance of this big boy again. Here or in the bedroom, Ryan?”
Ryan threw her up and over his shoulder, nearly bashing her head into the hallway wall as he raced to the bedroom, Alain following closely behind, his silk robe now open and flowing off his shoulders. Sarah would never ever have to forgive them again.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Allyson Young now lives in cottage country in Manitoba with her husband of 23 years and assorted pets, having lived and worked all across Canada. Her two children are grown and either away at university or now working for their own living!
Allyson worked primarily in human services and has seen the best and the worst of what people bring to the table. She has written for years, usually short stories or poetry, published in small local papers and the like. After recently reading a novel by Sophie Oak, she was inspired by the humanity behind the intense sexuality, believing that this is truly how life should be, any kind of loving relationships being worth the long, hard slog regardless of the bumps along the way. This has led to her own venture of penning erotica.
Also by Allyson Young
Ménage Amour: Away
Siren Classic: Wishes
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