by Becca Van
“Hey, baby, you okay?” Clay asked as he came up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.
“Yeah, just thinking about the new job.”
“You know you don’t have to work, don’t you, Misha?” Spence asked.
She clung to his arm when he came to stand beside her. “I do, but I need to do this. I can’t spend the rest of my life giving in to fear.”
“You’re a brave, strong woman.” Clay released her and stepped back from her. Spence moved to stand beside him after untangling her arm from his.
They glanced at each other and then met her gaze. Clay nodded and they both went down on bended knee outside on the front deck, where anyone could see them. Her heart flipped and raced inside her chest. Tears burned her eyes but she blinked them away. Both her men held their hands out toward her and she took a step closer and clasped them in hers.
“Misha Collette, you are the woman of my dreams and I love you so damn much. Will you please marry me?” Clay asked.
“I can’t live without you, honey. You’ve brought me back from a cold dark place I’d never thought I’d see the end of. I love you, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Spence asked.
The tears she’d been holding at bay welled over her lower lids and dripped down her face. She opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out, so she nodded. After inhaling, her brain and mouth finally engaged. “Yes! I love you both, too. So very, very much.”
Clay and Spence rose to their feet. Clay slipped his hand into his jeans pocket and then slid a ring onto her left ring finger. She was only vaguely aware of the cheers the others made as they came around the side of the house, because she only had eyes for her men. She threw herself into their arms, safe in the knowledge that they would catch her.
* * * *
Misha came out of the bathroom staring at the beautiful diamond and sapphire engagement ring on her left finger. She glanced toward the bed when one of her guys growled and her knees nearly buckled when she noticed they were both naked lying on the bed.
“Come here, baby.” Clay held his hand out to her and she didn’t hesitate to go to him or Spence. They hadn’t made love since Phillip had run her off the road and she was more than ready to reaffirm her love with them, by making love with them.
Clay grasped her hand and helped her into the middle of the mattress. As soon as she was settled between her men, Clay leaned over and kissed her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rapaciously, tangling her tongue with his and rubbing them together. She moaned when Spence cupped a breast and took the nipple into his mouth, suckling on the sensitive tip.
Clay broke the kiss and began to nibble his way down her body. He laved and sucked on her other nipple before continuing the journey down further.
His hands caressed up and down her thighs, widening her legs, and she groaned as he licked up through her folds with his tongue, swirling the tip around her engorged throbbing clit. Seconds later, she was screaming out her first climax.
Clay shifted from between her legs and Spence took his place. He locked gazes with her and slowly began to push his thick, hard cock into her wet cunt. Once he was fully seated, he covered her body with his, and as he kissed her voraciously, he rolled them over until he was beneath her.
Misha bent her legs as she straddled his hips, whimpering with pleasure as Spence’s cock sank a little deeper. She shivered when Clay moved up behind her and trembled with arousal as he caressed down her back until he got to her ass. He gently squeezed one butt cheek and pressed a cool, moist finger against her pucker.
Misha’s pussy and ass clenched with need and she couldn’t stay still any longer. She began to rock her hips, moaning and groaning as Clay finger fucked her as he stretched her out. Spence grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her tight against him so she couldn’t move as Clay withdrew his fingers from her back entrance.
The tip of Clay’s lubed condom-covered cock slid over her pucker and he pressed inside.
Misha gasped and moaned before leaning up to kiss Spence again. She was so lost in their touches, in the caresses and their loving, and knew she found paradise on earth.
When she felt Clay’s hips against her butt cheeks, she pushed up off Spence’s chest and wriggled her hips. Both men growled and began to move.
Clay withdrew from her ass and as he stroked back in, Spence eased from her cunt. Each time they advanced and retreated, they moved a little faster, harder and deeper, until their bodies were slapping together.
She sobbed with need as the fire and pressure inside of her grew hotter and tauter. Her legs began to shake and her clit was throbbing right along with her heartbeat. Nerves endings zapped and sizzled, slowly sending her up the steep slope until she was standing right on the edge of the universe.
And then she was flying.
Misha screamed as rapture grabbed hold of her. Her internal muscles clenched and released, grabbed and let go over and over. Juices dripped from her cunt, making wet slurping sounds as she came so hard she saw stars.
Clay and Spence shuttled their dicks in and out of her ass and pussy, sending her right back up into another orgasm. Stars burst before her eyes and she was only vaguely aware of hearing Clay shouting before he shoved deep in her ass and came.
Spence surged forward once more with a yell and he, too, reached his peak, bathing her insides with his warm cum.
Misha flopped down onto Spence, her body still quaking with aftershocks, and knew in that moment of rapturous clarity that nothing would ever tear them apart again. It didn’t matter what that sick fuck had said, he would never get near her again.
She’d conquered adversity and survived, and though she was still working on her fear, she wasn’t about to let anyone take her from the loves of her life.
And she knew her men and their friends wouldn’t give up until the serial killer was dead or behind bars.
Misha was looking forward to a long happy life.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Becca Van. I live in Australia with my wonderful hubby of many years, as well as my two children.
I read my first romance, which I found in the school library, at the age of thirteen and haven’t stopped reading them since. It is so wonderful to know that love is still alive and strong when there seems to be so much conflict in the world.
I dreamed of writing my own book one day but, unfortunately, didn’t follow my dream for many years. But once I started I knew writing was what I wanted to continue doing.
I love to escape from the world and curl up with a good romance, to see how the characters unfold and conflict is dealt with. I have read many books and love all facets of the romance genre, from historical to erotic romance. I am a sucker for a happy ending.
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