by Julia Talbot
“Feeling better?” She made his mouth water, and he leaned forward, lips sliding on her throat.
“Yeah. You look better too.”
“I feel amazing.” He had his lovers in bed, naked, and no one was trying to kill them.
Elijah laughed, reaching over Shiloh to pinch his hip. “You do.”
“I totally do.” He shifted his body, wiggling for ’Lijah.
Shiloh slid between them, doing a sexy dance. “You two need to focus.”
Oh, needy girl. He reached down, stroked her belly, her skin so soft under his fingers. She hummed, rubbing her breasts and thighs against him.
Elijah pushed up to her back, that dark skin so pretty against her pale flesh.
“Touch her, ’Lijah. I want to see you touch her.”
“Yeah? Where should I put my hands?” Elijah teased them both, stroking Shiloh’s cheek.
“Oh, I have an embarrassment of choices there, don’t I?” He licked her collarbone, chin teasing the swell of her breast.
She arched, her nails scoring his chest. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
“Mmm. Promises, promises.” He leaned back, stroked her nipples, encouraging them to tighten, swell. The silk of her skin made his dick full, made a dull ache build inside him.
Elijah hummed, grinning at him over Shiloh’s shoulder, eyes flashing black fire. “Maybe I should help there.” Those big hands slid around Shiloh, lifting her breasts.
He groaned, chin ducking, lips wrapping around one perfect nipple. She tasted a little salty, but considering their day, he could totally understand that. He stroked Elijah’s fingers, loving the way the calluses felt different from Shiloh’s sweet skin.
’Lijah was rough, dark, muscled. All angles compared to Shiloh’s curves.
Elijah rocked against her, sliding, moving with a steady, sure rhythm that pushed Shiloh against Liam. Good man. That drew moan after moan out of their girl, her body liquid and heated between them.
Her curls tickled his palm, her sweet pussy burning, wet against his fingertips. He stroked her, then circled her clit, giving her pressure.
“Liam, love. More.”
“Oh, she likes that.” Elijah sounded so pleased.
“She does.” He understood. Making her happy gave him intense happiness.
Elijah reached down with one hand, fingers joining his.
Yeah. Yeah, they could give her so much pleasure this way. He nibbled at her skin, licking to ease the sting of tiny bites, but the best part was the way her hips moved, rocking between them as they adored her. She had the best rhythm, and Elijah must be a good dancer, because he moved with her in perfect time.
Liam’s fingers were soaked with proof of her need, and he flicked her clit as Elijah teased her with fluttering, gentle touches. They were gonna make her crazy, make her come and come.
His eyelids dropped closed, and he pulled harder on the sweet flesh between his lips.
“Oh. Boys. Please.” Husky, low, her voice was sex personified.
“Come on, sweetheart. We got you. Both of us.”
“Want you both so bad.” Shiloh leaned her head back on Elijah’s shoulder. “Kiss me.”
The sound of their mouths, their tongues was enough to make him groan, to make him open his eyes to watch. He watched, the way Shiloh arched to reach, making her whole body stretch so beautifully.
Liam nudged her clit, two fingers pressing deep into her slick pussy. Her muscles gripped him, and both ’Lijah and Shiloh moaned for him.
She needed to come for them, offer her pleasure, let him feel her slick walls clench around him, perfectly hot, wet. Then one of them would fuck her, take her deep and hard.
If he was lucky, whoever got Shiloh’s heavenly body would have a hard cock in his ass. God, his butt clenched at the thought.
He pressed her nipple against the roof of his mouth, pulling hard as he pushed deep inside her.
“Uhn.” She squeezed his wrist with her thighs. “Fuck me, Liam. Please. ’Lijah. Someone.”
He nodded. “Rubbers?”
He knew they had some.
“Uh.” ’Lijah blinked at him, owlish. “Wait. I’m wearing my own pants.”
“Good for you. Tell me you have two.”
“I put more in my wallet.” ’Lijah looked so pleased.
“Brilliant.” He tugged Shiloh off Elijah. “Grab ’em?”
“Uh-huh.”
Shiloh smiled down into his eyes. “Such good thoughts.”
“Hey. You look like you got some sleep.”
“I did.” She kissed his chin. “I feel way less hysterical.”
“Me too. My head’s not going to explode anymore.”
“Good.” She stroked his cheek, and Elijah loomed behind her.
“Found them!”
Shiloh rewarded ’Lijah with a bright smile over her shoulder. “So, who’s doing who?”
“I’m going to take Liam’s tight ass; he’s going to make you scream.” Elijah still looked so pleased with himself.
Liam approved of the plan, totally. “Did you remember lube?”
“Uh.” Now ’Lijah’s face fell a little.
“Bathroom,” Shiloh said.
“Oh, such a good woman.” Liam kissed her in thanks.
’Lijah went to get the lube, leaving him and Shiloh to wiggle around and make an easier arrangement for when he got back.
He got himself gloved up, rubbed his cock on her slick folds. “Let me in, love?”
“Yes.” She spread wide for him, on her back now, giving him the most amazing view.
Oh, she made his mouth dry. His hands itched to touch her, and his cock, well, it was ready. Fully hard and armed.
He leaned, let his hips lead. She pulled him closer, grabbing his ass to get him into place. Her body held him, and he gasped as his cock was surrounded in heat.
“Oh, naughty lovers.” Elijah came back with lube and slapped Liam on the ass. “Starting without me.”
“Uh-huh. Warming up.”
“Yeah, well, you need to make sure I get warm too.”
Shiloh chuckled. “Greedy man.”
“You know it. I want you both, in every way I can get you.”
“Well, come on, then.” Liam wiggled his ass.
Shiloh’s chuckles turned into a happy laugh. “Careful, I’ll lose you!”
“Sorry.” Liam pushed back down with his hips, and she gasped for him, nails digging into his shoulders. She was soft, giving, perfect.
When ’Lijah slid back into the bed behind him… The heat felt amazing. Slick fingers teased the small of his back, the top of his crease.
Moaning, he rocked back and forth, giving them both anything and everything they wanted.
Elijah steadied his hips, fingers sliding inside him, stretching him and making him burn.
Liam stared down into Shiloh’s eyes, and she stroked his cheek. “So pretty. Both of you.”
He loved that she was into this, into them. She was open, wet, so ready.
Liam grunted when Elijah pushed another wet finger inside him, joining the circle, fucking him as he was loving her. They all moved in the best kind of dance, bodies rocking. Shiloh reached beyond him, touched Elijah, and the fingers inside him bent slightly.
“Oh, damn.” Liam’s toes curled, and he kissed Shiloh, needing the taste of her, the softness of her lips. She lapped at him, teased his tongue into her mouth. He pressed in, her mouth open for him, her cunt squeezing around him.
“Need you now, Liam. Need in.”
“Ready, babe.” He stilled just long enough to let Elijah glove up and push at his hole.
The heavy cock was bigger than fingers, and he groaned, taking it in.
“That’s so fucking cool.” Shiloh watched, sheer joy in her eyes, her smile hot as fire licking at his skin.
“Not cool. Hot. He’s so fucking hot inside, love.” Elijah’s voice was blown, all gravel and need.
“Move, damn it,” she demanded over his shoulder, stick
ing her tongue out.
“Bossy woman.” He was stupid in love.
Elijah laughed against his ear. “She is demanding. It will take us both to keep her happy.”
“That your way of asking if she wants to keep us?”
Elijah nipped at his neck. “My way of telling you both I want to do this. To try to be an us.”
“Boys, we can talk after. Now, fucking. Orgasms.”
He did adore her, from her potty mouth to her strong thighs that tugged him so deep into her. Elijah laughed and began to thrust, slamming them all together. Liam had never been happier in his whole life.
They found a solid rhythm, rocking in, pulling out, over and over. Liam pressed into Shiloh’s body, Elijah took his, and they all touched, hands and mouths blending seamlessly.
He’d say it was magical, but it wasn’t. It was better than magic. This was real. Visceral. Necessary.
“You’re thinking too much.” Shiloh reared up to bite his shoulder, her breasts bouncing.
And if she was this coherent, he needed to do a better job. He changed his angle, his pelvis moving just so, wanting to hit her clit as he thrust.
She helped, shifting until he hit a perfect place and her head fell back, Shiloh offering him the most perfect, feminine moan.
“God, you two make me insane.” ’Lijah bit his shoulder, licked the spot, moving faster.
He nodded, but he didn’t have any words, just a needy groan. He couldn’t talk, couldn’t stop moving. Shiloh made these happy, breathy cries, her body cradling his, and all the while Elijah was pounding him.
Liam felt lost in them, so much pleasure going through him he couldn’t hold it all in. He needed Shiloh to orgasm, to come for him. He needed to feel her tremble around him, needed her to squeeze him hard. He rocked harder, sliding against her, trying to get friction to her clit.
“Liam!” She cried out for him, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails stinging.
There.
Right there.
He stayed where he was, forcing himself to focus. He wanted her pleasure, wanted her wild for them. He could hear Elijah panting, moaning. Liam was surrounded by sex, by desire.
Naturally. Not magically. That was the best damned part of all of it.
This was real.
“This is ours,” Elijah whispered as if he’d heard Liam’s thoughts.
“Ours. Please.” Shiloh nodded, hair spread over the pillow, her eyes shining.
“Love.” He felt it deep inside. Crazy as it was, he loved them both. He kissed Shiloh’s mouth, demanding she give him everything.
Her sweet pussy clenched around him, muscles rippling around him, drenching his cock. She opened her lips under his, her cry vibrating against his skin.
Yes.
He pushed deeper, rocking back on Elijah’s cock. Elijah knew just what to do, slamming into him, grinding him against Shiloh.
Shiloh reached up, cupped his cheek, stroking his skin. “Now, Liam. Please. Give.”
“Now.” His eyelids drooped and his lips parted, his balls drawing up tight.
Elijah grunted, hips slapping his ass, and he knew when ’Lijah came for him, deep inside him. He felt each and every spasm. His own orgasm was almost secondary to theirs, a rush of pleasure that they shared with him.
He slumped a little, holding him and ’Lijah off Shiloh as best he could.
“No squishing the female, boys.” She was giggling. Giggling. Looked as if the last of the tension was starting to fade.
Oh, they would have to go figure out what had happened to Bella, to deal with all sorts of shit, but they could do it together. Liam was certain.
“Let us stay?” he asked, chin rubbing her collarbone.
“Please. We have so much to learn.” Shiloh hugged him to her, reaching past to stroke Elijah’s skin. “I want you both.”
Elijah rumbled happily. “Then we’ll figure it out. So much better than Internet sex.”
“You two didn’t do that…right? I mean, I think you said that.”
“No.” Liam glanced back at Elijah. “Not together, at any rate.”
“At least not that we know of. You aren’t BigDick32, are you?”
“No.” Liam was going to hit the man as soon as he had the energy. “I think that’s Sam Deets. You remember him? The three-hundred pound guy who resembles the Skipper from Gilligan’s Island?”
“No shit? Good to know. That’s a little less inspiring than his profile picture.”
“You two are so gross. No wonder you didn’t judge me for liking that picture in the book.” Shiloh smacked his arm. “I’m hungry.”
“Oh. I could make bacon and eggs.” After a shower. Assuming Shiloh had both bacon and eggs.
“I can make toast,” Elijah murmured before hauling them all up and herding them to the bathroom. Good man.
“I’ll make coffee and lounge around royally.” She got out three towels.
“A good plan.” Liam approved of the color in her cheeks, the light in her eyes.
“Everything’s going to go back to normal, right?”
Liam glanced at Elijah, who raised a brow. Liam chuckled. “I imagine what passes for normal here, yeah.”
“That’s all I can ask for, guys. That’s really all I need.”
“Then we’ll make it so,” Elijah said.
Liam just nodded. He had a feeling he was going to like Culper, Colorado just fine.
Epilogue
“Shiloh? Those cupcakes are ready for you to take to the Minotaur.” Her Aunt Chrissie bustled out of the back, a tray of beautifully frosted zombie cupcakes arranged neatly on a tray in the shape of Frankenstein’s head.
“Oh, those are great!” God, the cuteness, with their little pink icing brains sticking out.
“Liam said the knitters were getting together with the yoga warriors to watch Night of the Living Dead in the back room.” Chrissie adored Liam and Elijah both, and would totally bake things for them she would never make for Shiloh, which always made Shiloh laugh.
“Bella would be pleased.”
Chrissie chuckled. “Bella’s with Jenn. That’s what she wanted. Are you guys coming to the Fourth of July picnic later?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Tell Elijah I need more of that sandalwood laundry soap.”
“I will. Anything else?” Between the bookstore and Elijah’s store and the bakery, she was busy, happy. She knew now why she’d come back to Culper. It was the only place she and her men could have the life they had, all of them together.
Chrissie shook her head. “Nah. I have a big pot of coffee to take, though.”
“I can get that.” Elijah came wandering in, smiling his bright white smile, his hair in one long braid down his back. “Oh, look at those! That’s disgusting. I love them.”
“Thanks, honey.” Chrissie went to kiss Elijah on the cheek. “I’ll show you where the coffee is.”
Before he followed Chrissie to the back, Elijah stopped to drop a kiss on Shiloh’s lips. “Hi.”
“Hey. Liam excited?”
“He is. He’s got punch and pretzels and cheese. Says he wants a croissant sandwich, though.”
“Turkey and Swiss?” She knew her boys.
“Yeah.” He winked at her before going to grab the big coffee pot from Chrissie.
She went to make sandwiches—turkey and Swiss for Liam, chicken and cheddar for Elijah and hummus and sprouts for her. She added some cucumber slices, and then got carrots for the kids to dip. Sally would bring her brood and they would all have nightmares.
“Look at you, all happy and domestic.”
She looked up, searching for the voice, which was Bella’s all the way.
Maybe it was.
“I am. I so am. I miss you,” she added, in case it was Bella. “But I understand now why you went to Jenn. I was so lonely and didn’t even know it.”
“Who are you talking to, love?” Elijah smiled at her, love shining in his eyes.
“An
old friend.” She wrapped up the sandwiches. “Let’s go save our man from the zombie apocalypse.”
About the Author
Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full-time author, Julia has been published by Torquere Press, Dreamspinner Press and Samhain Publishing. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter, or at www.juliatalbot.com.
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