Saving Treasure (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rose Leigh Woods

  James kissed her lips as Chad kissed her lower pair.

  She moaned as her body, heart, and soul responded for her. “Yes,” she cried out as her body wept. Chad’s tongue captured her wetness as James’s tongue captured her tears. “I love, need, and want both of you, and I will marry you. I want us to be a family which will never fall apart, and I want our children to know us as their parents. I don’t want any distinction over which one fathered any child. It doesn’t matter. They will be loved equally,” she said as hands caressed down her arms, coming back up her sides and stroking her breasts. Other hands moved up the inside of her thigh without touching her needy pussy, pulling cries from her lips.

  She wiggled to help remove her clothes while trying to pull off James’s shirt before pushing his pants and boxers down, kissing each inch of skin as she uncovered it and loving his taste.

  When James was bare, they both turned to Chad, who had gotten all of Treasure’s clothing out of the way as they talked. Treasure crawled to him and kissed him as she pulled his scrub top up and off. James pushed the bottoms down as he came to the other side of him. His shoes were pushed off. Treasure licked a path down his chest and to the engorged, raging need that had sprung at her as soon as the bottoms had been pushed out of the way. She looked into his eyes as she licked her lips.

  Both Chad’s and James’s gazes were riveted to her as she leaned forward and teasingly licked the bead of pre-cum forming from the slit. Chad gasped, and James groaned.

  “Please make love to me,” she asked quietly, moving up Chad’s bare chest to kiss his lips.

  Chad pulled her down onto his chest and wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, their tongues wrapping around each other as their bodies were doing. James stroked a finger down her back to the indentation at her tailbone where he placed a lingering kiss.

  Chad pushed inside of Treasure, holding her to his body as James prepped her back entrance before slipping into her slowly and gently. Whispered declarations of love were broken by the moans and groans signaling the pleasure of each. Tears came to Treasure’s eyes as she felt their love and knew they had saved her from the loneliness that she had felt for years, as well as gave her a home.

  Epilogue

  Chad’s stomach released a loud growl that called one from her own belly when she started laughing. She jumped from the bed and ran downstairs to start fixing a meal for the three of them to share. Both of her men followed her, laughing and teasing her lovingly.

  Taylor Chance was asleep in his crib, tucked in snuggly. She had to resist the urge to stroke his blond curls.

  They dashed from the now-completed master bedroom, which featured a nursery area in the huge room and a large bathroom, into the kitchen, where Treasure pulled out the bread she had made earlier. She grabbed some pasta she could throw together quickly, along with all of the salad ingredients. She handed the baby spinach, carrots, and other vegetables to her men before tossing the dry pasta into the boiling water. These quiet moments alone were rare with the five-month-old needing his parents constantly.

  The atmosphere was alight with a kind of electric energy that gave her a buzz. She was trying to wait until she had fed them before she demanded her needs to be met.

  Her nipples were stiff and hard by the time she was slicing the bread into chunks, and they were aching as she stirred in the sauce with the pasta. She was trying to control her squirming as they sat down after she had finished filling all of the plates.

  Any appetite for food was masked as she clenched her thighs together.

  She shifted on the stool and finally got a modicum of the pressure she felt she needed to settle herself. It wasn’t enough, but it was enough to help her stop squirming on whatever she could to provide some relief.

  James held a forkful of pasta for her to eat as he kissed her shoulder. Chad tucked into his pasta before holding a bite for her. The two alternated feeding her to give them an excuse to worship any part of her body they could get their mouths on as they ate their supper around the moaning and giggling ringing through the bright kitchen.

  Treasure was thankful that these men had found her and loved her. They had given her a physical place for her roots, a home, a family and friends.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I am normally asked what it was like to grow up in so many different countries and cultures. My dad was military, so I’ve lived in countries all over Europe and the US. I love travelling, and I get to enjoy it as I write. My husband often teases me that I don’t possess the discipline to be a member of the armed forces, and I tend to agree.

  On top of my love of going anywhere from the corner grocery to any place on the globe, my husband loves to ask me questions that will invoke my overactive imagination. I’ve had a lot practice, starting as soon as I could talk, if my mom is to be believed. Our son and our “nephews and nieces” from our close friends love to compile and retell the stories that we cook up together. Given a rainy afternoon, we will have any scenario from princes and princesses risking all for anything they could want to space aliens discovering and exploring new worlds.

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