“Did I miss the memo? Do you have to be out today?” When a sleep-ruffled Jake lifts his head, hair all over the place, face creased with the lines from his pillow, I swoop forwards, and press a sneaky kiss to his sulky lips.
His eyes soften but his mouth is still pouting. “No. All the more reason to sleep in later than usual.”
“Well, you might be able to have a lie in, but I can’t. I’ve a room to decorate. It’s Christmas Eve, you know.”
Jake groans and rolls over on to his belly, muffling his groan with his pillow.
Zane curls upwards to rest his weight on his elbow, staring down at the pair of us as though we’re a pair of mischievous brats, and shakes his head. Then spoils the demi-God appearance by yawning.
Turning on to my side, I continue forward until I can crawl on my knees. The instant I do, I climb over Jake and settle myself on top of his butt.
Zane laughs and hoots, “She’s gonna ride the bad mood outta ya, stud.”
“Yeehaw,” I yell and spoil it with a chuckle of my own.
“If you’re going to ride me, you can ride the part that wants to be ridden,” Jake complains and makes to roll over but I stop him by leaning down and pressing my bare breasts to his equally bare back.
“I told you I’d make Christmas worth your while, didn’t I?”
“Now that sounds promising,” Zane murmurs and slides over the covers so he’s inches away from us.
“I thought you had to go out and decorate the lounge?” Jake mumbles into his pillow.
“Don’t remind her.”
I grin at Zane’s snap. “I’ve always got time for my two guys.” My words are loud enough for both of them to hear, but they’re whispered into Jake’s hair. In my very vulnerable position, it isn’t long before a hand is sliding down the length of my spine and toward my ass. When fingers slip down between the cheeks and toy with my pussy lips, my wriggle isn’t of my own volition.
Sucking in a deep breath, I turn my head to the side and stare deep into the chocolatey orbs of Zane’s eyes. “That’s not fair.”
“Neither’s pinning Jake to the bed,” Zane teases.
“He’s not wrong,” Jake complains. “Especially with morning wood.”
Zane and I grimace at each other and I press my hands either side of Jake’s head on the mattress and do a push up. The instant he’s free from my weight, he spins over and with a smile in his eyes, says, “You’ve a lot of making up to do.”
Somberly, I nod. “I know.”
“Good.”
My heart somersaults at his wicked grin and before I know it, I’m lofted up into Zane’s arms and spun around, so that my back is now slap bang against Jake’s chest. Hands instantly reach for my breasts, my nipples are toyed with and plucked. Squeezed and pinched.
Another set of hands grabs my legs and spreads them, raising them high so I’m completely bared. After yesterday’s gymnastics, there’s a definite twinge in my muscles, but with the fingers bringing a halt to their play with my nipples and Zane sinking toward the bottom of the bed, there is no way in hell I’m about to complain when he’s going to do what I think he’s going to do.
Hands slip up and down my inner thighs, making me shiver and shake with the deliciousness of his touch. From the minute amount of stimuli I’ve had, I can already feel my pussy starting to awaken. It has had an alarm call of its very own.
I arch my head upwards, trying to see, wanting to watch but the pressure on my neck is intense. So I stare upwards, my mind playing tricks on me, whenever I feel a slight brush of air. My body tenses, waiting for that first lick. But it never comes. I tense each and every time, the muscles in my stomach ripple and my legs strain as though they’re in the middle of a Pilates exercise.
Finally, after what feels like hours of torture, but was probably only minutes, after having every inch of my lower body skimmed over, brushed but not touched by gentle but strong hands, when I’m on the brink of crying out, it happens. The instant Zane’s tongue slips through the folds of my sex, I shudder and a whimper escapes me. A high-pitched sound that’s akin to panic. Pleasure batters me like a gale force wind in that one fluttery bat against my most intimate parts.
My inner thighs tense with the need to slam shut, but Jake’s hands are there, keeping me spread apart. And despite myself, I’m grateful for it. My eyes drift in and out of focus, as Zane tortures me further. His lips pull and tug at my clit, his tongue slides down to rim the entrance to my pussy, his teeth bite the sensitive flesh of my pussy lips. He uses all three tools to torment me. Then he adds a finger, slips it inside me, and the gushing sound, the moist slap of his digit penetrating me is loud in the room. I’m way past embarrassment, I’m just eager to be filled but that finger isn’t intent on doing my bidding. It keeps on slipping down, rimming my butthole, forever returning but with a clean finger.
Zane’s hot breath is cold against the wet juices slipping down between the crack of my ass. No amount of wiggling dissuades him. He just keeps on until all ten digits have touched me intimately. And then, one of Jake’s hands disappears and I hear him fumbling with a drawer, hear his grunts as he tries to reach something and his ‘Ha!’ of success as he finally grabs what I can only imagine is lube.
It’s passed to Zane. I can feel the cold bottle skim over my thigh during the handover and then, I wince, a hiss blows free from my mouth as the even colder liquid slips between much hotter flesh. Zane’s fingers penetrate my butt, making sure every inch of me is lubricated to the hilt. His lack of artifice, the sheer functionality of the act has me hotter than if he’d been trying to turn me on. By the time he’s done, I’m a shivering wreck on the platter that is Jake.
And suddenly, it’s Jake’s turn to hiss and knowing what has to be happening, I force myself to curl upwards and hold the position even though my stomach muscles scream. Watching Zane prepare Jake’s shaft has my already straining belly quivering like hell.
Holy crap, there’s nothing hotter than watching these two guys touch each other. My eyes flutter, they want to close, clench shut as need rattles through my senses making it hard to keep them open, but I force them to stay wide and gazing at one luscious view.
The slick grip Zane has on Jake’s cock makes me tremble. Watching him coat Jake, seeing the glistening flesh, noticing the faint pressure Zane’s hold has on the shaft... all of it is like foreplay in itself. He didn’t need to lick me into delirium. He could have left me well alone and just played with Jake’s cock.
A shaky smile has my lips twitching, but before the muscles of my mouth can maintain the position, I watch in awe as Zane’s hand guides Jake’s shaft toward my ass.
That’s it. Sensory overload. My stomach muscles refuse to hold me and I have to roll back down to lie upon Jake’s supine form. Only, while I’ve been gawking, I hadn’t realized Jake had shifted up and backward, so he’s in a sitting position. How the hell he did that without my noticing is a testament to the power these two guys have over me.
I don’t have time to think as the glans of Jake’s shaft brushes the rosebud of my ass and slowly but surely, the pair of them work in unison to guide it deep inside. My breath escapes me on a deep exhalation as Jake’s wide cock brings both pleasure and pain to my most nether region. As it is, I’m on the border between the two. Knowing Zane’s about to fill me is overwhelming in itself, never mind Jake’s presence in my butt. But when Zane guides his cock to my hungry, wet cunt, I suck in some air, hold it and wait.
Closing my eyes, I clench the lids shut because I can’t clench down there. It’s hard to accept the pair of them. I’m stuffed. Full up. But Christ, there’s nothing better than this feeling.
When Zane’s deep inside and to the hilt, I open my eyes and stare into his beautiful brown orbs as he begins to rock. Gently at first, slowly. Nudging me deep but not retreating too far. Tilting his hips back and forth until my lungs start to seize with the need for more. My blood starts to boil, jolts in agitation, sloshes from side to side in my veins
with desperation for Jake’s interaction.
I don’t have to wait long.
Almost as though they’d timed it, Jake moves his hips. Flinging my head back in both agony and ecstasy as their cocks rub against each other, only the thinnest sliver of flesh separating them, I groan, deep, long, and low. And the sounds the pair of them make are music to my ears.
I let them fuck me, playing no part in it until one of them grabs my hand and nudges it between Zane’s lower abdomen and my own. Understanding what they want me to do, I play with my clit. With Zane deep inside, the lips of my sex are spread wide and my clit is bared, peeping out and ready for my touch. The instant I do, the heat inside my belly expands, shooting sparks down my legs and up my arms. As I rub, pinching the nubbin between two scissoring fingers, the fire burns behind my eyes, and the instant it reaches the tip of my head, I’m out for the count.
A hoarse scream escapes me, filling the room with sound. My lower body judders as their cocks continue to pound into me, sending fireworks down every nerve ending. I want to roll on my side, curl into a ball to absorb the sheer mass of pleasure bombarding me, but I can’t. I’m exposed, wide open, bared to them in every way and it merely turbo-charges my climax. By the time they come, their seed battering me, filling me with their very essence, I’m crying. Tears pouring down my cheeks in tandem to their grunts and low cries.
I’m quivering, trembling by the time Zane collapses on me. His heavy weight welcome in the aftermath of that intense bout of lovemaking. Squashed between the pair of them, I can only wonder how the hell I’m going to get anything done today, when my brain has blown a fuse thanks to the two men I call my own.
* * *
“I know she was your friend but I’m glad to have the house back to ourselves.” Zane’s comment has my lips twitching.
In truth, they’ve been very patient with Eddie and only then, because I told them she was pregnant. Only that could explain her behavior—it was almost like the Eddie I’ve known for years had been taken over by an alien. And I refuse to think of a baby as an extra-terrestrial being.
Combine her weird mood swings, the bursts of anger and joy, the exasperation and bad humor that was totally unusual in my friend, add in a dog and well, only God knows what the hell’s going on in her head.
Unoffended, because I feel the same way, even if it makes me feel very disloyal, I reach up and press a kiss to Zane’s cheek.
We’ve been in the new house for too short a time—nobody should interrupt the honeymoon period. Not even a BFF. And while three is usually a crowd, four, in this instance, is the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I’d be at peace with the world if I knew what Eddie was going through. As it is, I just have to wait until she wants to share. Knowing her and how secretive she can be, I don’t know when that will be.
“You can ravish me wherever you want now, can’t you?” I whisper against his jaw.
In our case, considering my almost-rape occurred only six weeks ago, this time is precious. We never fell out of contact or intimacy, but I was out of sync for a little while. No matter how hard I refuse to let Henry Patterson spread his poison even further, a few things stuck. Not with my guys—I can just about cope now, when the pair of them are out of the house and I’m alone. But when I’m out and about, I’ve started to carry a penknife.
I know. Me? Carry a weapon? I hate the need, but the tiny shaft of the knife attachment makes me feel secure, and after what I went through, I think I deserve to feel safe.
So this time, alone in our new property, has been a chance to deepen our connection as a trio, and Eddie’s presence wasn’t helping.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Do you need instructions?” I tease.
In my position between Zane’s legs on an armchair-chaise longue hybrid, it would be an easy locale for seduction. Before anything more interesting than a rather long kiss, complete with tongue-tangling can occur, Jake steps into the mini-grotto I’ve managed to create in an afternoon—it’s great having credit cards with no limits. You can achieve so much in a teeny-weeny space of time.
“I leave you alone for five minutes...” he mocks and takes a seat on the sofa beside us.
The furniture all revolves around the fireplace. Two squashy leather sofas and the armchair with the long tongue all stare into the licking flames of the fire Zane set earlier. A huge Persian rug covers nearly three-quarters of the floor and currently, there’s a seven foot Norway Spruce tree standing on it, a jump away from the hearth.
Loaded down with baubles and beads, lights and ornaments, it’s the bomb. Better than the tree in Times Square.
Well, it is in my humble opinion.
On small side tables dotted about the room, I’ve loaded them with candles and festive ornaments. In the vain hope I can turn Jake on to Christmas, I’ve made it all as traditional as possible.
“You know we can’t be trusted,” Zane remarks, pressing a kiss to my hair and shooting a grin Jake’s way. “And it’s not like you’re much better. I know what went down in the kitchen yesterday.”
Jake flips him the bird as the pair of us share a look, but he settles back into his seat. Sighing, the sound one of comfort, Jake murmurs, “In Germany, they give out gifts tonight.”
“On Christmas Eve?” I ask from the haven of Zane’s embrace.
It sounds corny, but God, I could ask for no greater present than the dream I’m living.
Tucked up in Zane’s arms, a foot or so away from the man I love... it would be greedy to ask for more. And whatever I am, outside of my preference for these two, I’m not greedy.
“Yep, their festivities go down tonight. So, we thought we could share our gifts now.”
“We did, did we?” I ask, pulling away from Zane to stare at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Zane’s sheepish but mostly unrepentant expression has my lips curling in a smile.
“What if I haven’t bought you anything? Naughty boys don’t get gifts.” As it is, I’m just glad Jake’s taking part and not moaning about the consumerist delight that is this particular holiday.
Jake chuckles and moves to stand. “I didn’t realize naughty girls weren’t affected by the same rule.”
Blowing a raspberry, I watch as he stands and heads over to one of the sideboards that run down the length of the back wall. As he opens a drawer, I watch him retrieve six gifts and spotting the wrapping paper I’ve used for their presents, I shout, “Hey. I hid those.”
“Not very well,” Jake snorts.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I glare. “That’s the last time I make you any cookies.”
Zane grips my shoulder and squeezes. “You’ll forgive him once you see his present.”
Unable to help myself, a grin replaces my pout. “Ladies first.”
“No.” Jake shakes his head. “That isn’t the custom.”
“Maybe not in Germany, bud, but in the good ole US of A, it sure as hell is.”
With a grin and another cocky headshake, he hands Zane my gift and his, then takes our presents for himself, leaving mine on the seat beside him.
Rather than keep on pouting, nerves overtake me. These are the first real presents I’ve bought for either of them.
We still own the house at Bayling Cove. Jake and Zane decided not to put it on the market and only moved the essentials down here. We can endure being shunned for a couple of weeks a year. What’s a good holiday without feeling like social outcasts? But when we were there, I spent a lot of time in Zane’s office and I noticed on his bookshelves, he had a series of first editions of Rudyard Kipling’s works, anything from the Jungle Book to Kim. I managed to track one down on the net for him, a title I recognized he didn’t have.
And for Jake, I saw a chess set in town made by a local artisan. It cost a fortune, but it was worth it. I just hope Jake agrees. Each piece is carved out of maple and has a silver base, along with something accented out of a semi-precious gem. Be it the knight’s eyes or t
he King and Queen’s crowns. It’s beautiful, a real work of art.
I try to take comfort in the quality of the pieces I selected, but only when the pair open them and shoot astonished, but excited looks my way do I blow out a relieved breath.
In that one glance, I can tell they love my presents.
Thank fuck for that.
“Mona, honey. Thank you. I gave up the search for Rewards and Fairies a long time ago.”
I shrug, embarrassed. “I managed to track a copy down online.”
“Well, I’m glad you did.” Zane presses a grateful kiss to my temple. “I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.” His eyes are covetous as he looks through the book and I can’t help but smile.
It only widens, when I look at Jake and see him looking at each chess piece. “Are you shocked I have good taste when I picked the two of you?”
Jake’s laugh is belly deep. “No, I just didn’t expect something like this either.”
“Where are you going to put it?” I ask, cheeks slightly rosy at their obvious pleasure.
“In my office.” He grins at me. “I’ll have to teach you to play.”
“How do you know I don’t already?”
He tilts his head to the side. “Can you?”
“I’m no Garry Kasparov, but I can hold my own.”
“You’ll have to put your money where your mouth is,” Zane murmurs in my ear.
“Why?” I ask, turning to him.
“Jake’s a fan of strip chess.”
Laughter bursts from me at the idea of watching these two play strip chess. “I’m up for it.”
“Yeah, well, not tonight, Josephine.” Jake starts to rip open Zane’s gift to him.
“Who the hell’s Josephine?”
He shrugs. “It’s just something my grandmother used to say.” As he pulls apart the paper, he sighs as within the folds of gaudy wrapping, a sleek and slim wallet is revealed. I can see the small monogram at the bottom and wince at the price tag of the gift. Jake’s smile is warm as he stands and rubs his lips over Zane’s. “Thanks, babe.”
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