“I love you both so much. I love you so much right now my heart hurts with it.”
“Oh, baby,” Tank said, his voice catching as he carefully brushed a tear from her cheek.
“I was just remembering that day years ago when you showed up with Emma and Lydia in the helicopter. A fricking helicopter, just to pick me up and take me back here. And you had boxes with you!”
She bawled. His sweet, tired darlin’ bawled over a bunch of scavenged cardboard boxes and a helicopter trip. And helping her up from the creek when her water broke. And for being there for her, protecting her when she gave birth to Bella.
“And you were so patient, and I was so messed up.”
“You weren’t messed up, honey,” Troy said. “Life dings us all up a bit. It’s how you weather the dings that makes the difference.”
“I had a crush on Val and Ransome because I was too dumb to realize they loved Charity, and hey, who knew Divine had so many ménages? And I didn’t want to like you as much as I did, and Tank kissed me on the cheek, and I felt like such a waste of any man’s time—much less men—and I made you wait sooo long, and I realized I never told you I love you, and when I tried this morning I couldn’t because I was worried about the auction, and I wanted it to be perfect, and not just because you were #gingerhotties fixin’ to get auctioned off, and I didn’t know how much I loved you—”
Troy just chuckled and caressed her cheeks, letting her ramble on until she took a breath, and then he leaned in and kissed her, startling her.
“I love you, too, Jess.”
“You do?” The shock in her tired eyes was entertaining, as if that was something to be surprised about.
“How could I not love you?”
“Well…” She glanced at Tank, and he tilted her chin to him. She gazed at his lips and licked her bottom lip then brushed it against his. “I’m just crazy about you both.”
Tank let his kiss do the talking at first, starting in slow and steamy, until she parted her lips and let loose one of those sexy little throaty moans that never failed to get Troy hard as a rock. Tank tugged at her lips with his before returning for another open-mouthed kiss, stroking her tongue with his, indulging in a growly sound that Troy couldn’t help but echo.
Tank pulled back and said, “I remember that first kiss, on your cheek, outside the Dancing Pony. You’d stopped short, heading out to your car, and I bumped into you. You apologized, but I wanted to thank you for it. So skittish you were, getting in your car, holding me at a distance. Running from us. I put my lips on your cheek and knew right then you were worth it. Worth all of it. And you were worth the wait, Jessica. So worth it. I love you, too.”
She burst into giggles. “I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d ever feel like this.”
“You were engaged before,” Troy murmured teasingly as he kissed her throat above her collar. Her scent womanly scent was intoxicating.
“Maybe so, but I think I was settling. I didn’t think I could do better than…” She giggled again. “I can’t even remember his name right this second. Oh well, whatever. I thought I knew what love was, but I didn’t. Do you think…”
Tank arched a brow. “Think what?”
“Can I…can we…have a ménage…tonight?”
Tank tugged at the first buckle on his kilt. “You want both of us? The same time?”
“You’re sure?” Troy asked, removing his plaid and laying the brooch with the family crest on the bedside table. He’d resigned himself to wait for that level of lovemaking, content that she would need time.
“I really want it. I want it all. Everything. I don’t want to waste any more time. Be with me?”
“You don’t have to ask twice, Jess,” Tank said, removing the kilt and yanking the linen shirt over his head while Troy did the same.
She unbuttoned her blouse, a teasing twinkle in her eyes, and sauntered into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Troy followed her. “I was watching for you all evening, couldn’t get enough of watching you.”
“Me?” she asked with laughter in her voice.
“Yes. Those pants you have on…” he growled.
Tank followed her into the bathroom. “Me, too, Jess. You have no idea, do you? This luscious ass,” he said, cupping the ass in question. “Every step was swaying, sashaying torment. It’s a good thing we didn’t go regimental tonight, or everyone would’ve seen us popping tents in our kilts.”
“Nuh-uh!” she said, her cheeks going rosy as Tank pulled her hips back against the burgeoning erection behind his snug knit boxers.
“Uh-huh. Like poetry in motion,” he said with a growl as he nibbled at her throat.
“My ass? In these pants? This is just a waitress outfit. They maybe have a little spandex in them but…sexy? Me?”
Tank bit his lip and then edged back to give her butt a little pop. “Yes. Damn sexy!”
She giggled again and looked at Troy. “Really?”
“Yes, come here and let us get them off of you so we can show you how sexy we think you are. You’ve got our engines revving, just standing there in your black pants and white shirt.”
She waggled her eyebrows and loosened another button. “Then just wait until you get a look at what I have on underneath.”
He and Tank paused and looked at each other. Their woman was a cotton panties and plain smooth bra kind of woman, and they were good with that. She was sexy without all the trimmings. But if she was to put on a little lace? Something see-through and sexy? Rawr!
She turned to face Tank and reached for Troy, drawing him closer as she tugged the hem of the blouse from the waistband of her pants and then unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper.
When all the buttons were loosed and the plackets hung open, Troy came up behind her and eased the blouse off of her shoulders, revealing her exquisite flesh cupped in nude satin and lace. A hint of her areolas showed through. Though not necessarily risqué, on her, it was simple perfection.
All trace of levity deserted him as he slid his fingertips into the top of the pants to slide them down, and what he felt was all Jessica, all silky skin. Tank grinned as he watched, and Troy followed the pants down until he was kneeling behind her. He moved her hands aside when she used them to cover her buttocks and the tops of her thighs and kissed the spots she tried to hide.
“I like the matching thong, baby, but I love what’s inside of it. You don’t have to hide from us. You are so fucking sexy.” His dick ached to be inside of her, and lust was riding him so hard that, on impulse, he growled and lightly bit her ass cheek. Not hard enough to leave marks but enough that a high-pitched animated cry emitted from her, and he chuckled. “I didn’t know you could yodel, baby!”
She giggled and said, “I didn’t expect to feel your teeth and…”
He licked the spot and then slid his hand up between her thighs. Her thong was soaked. “And you didn’t expect to get so turned on by it, did you?” he asked as he nibbled at her again.
“No,” she replied softly, her voice quavering as he stroked her satin-covered pussy, focusing on the tiny firmness of her clit. “Oh, that’s so good.”
Standing before her, Tank brushed her hair back over her shoulders and cupped her jaw in his hands as he kissed her.
Her breathing quickened, and her legs had just begun to quiver when he stood and said, “Shower time, baby. Let’s get you warmed up before we take you to bed.”
“That mission’s already accomplished,” she replied as he guided her into the enclosure.
They washed the grit from spending time crouched on the gravel driveway from her hair and her skin. She didn’t want to take the time to wash her hair, but he saw it as a pleasure and an opportunity to make sure she was turned on in the extreme by the time they rinsed off and got out.
In the bedroom, Tank stood behind her and blotted her hair until it was barely damp and then brushed it for her, something she seemed to really enjoy. He gave it a rub one more time with the towel
until it was soft and shiny, and mostly dry, so she wouldn’t get chilled during the night. Not that he intended to allow that to happen.
He opened a drawer in the nightstand on his side of the bed, and when he removed the coconut oil, she bit her lip and crawled onto the bed. Inching closer, she watched with curiosity as he also removed the item he’d bought for her. On a whim, he’d stopped at Discretion the last time he was in Morehead.
She pointed to the satin bag. “What’s in there?”
“A surprise,” he said as he handed it to her. She undid the drawstring tie and spread the opening. “Are you going to use this on me?” she asked as she slid the butt plug into her palm. She closed her hand around the thickest part of the silicone toy and then opened it to look at it.
“It’s a butt plug.”
Jessica chuckled. “Cowboy, I know what it is. I’m just wondering if it’ll fit.”
Tank took it from her and applied a dollop of coconut oil to the business end of the toy. “If it fits, we’ll fit.”
“Oh…well…what do I do?”
“Hands and knees, baby. Show us that sweet little asshole,” Tank said, standing directly behind her as he patted her bottom.
She let out a shaky breath as she went to her hands and knees. Her nerves showed in the way she gripped the comforter on the bed, but her body posture was open. She spread her legs farther without hesitation when Tank asked her to.
They’d teased and massaged her rear opening while they were in the shower, turning her on and getting her more used to stimulation there, so she wouldn’t feel so self-conscious about presenting herself to them like this. Troy loved her trust in them as she arched her back, giving them full access.
Troy stood at the side of the bed and removed a dollop of oil from the little bowl he’d placed some in and offered more to Tank. The plug was a good size but not larger than they thought she could handle, and he stroked oil onto her tight opening, groaning as he imagined breaching her there.
She turned her head to look up at Troy and smiled at whatever she saw on his face. She glanced at his cock. “May I?”
“You don’t even have to ask, baby.”
She angled toward him while they took turns lubricating her opening, drawing a moan from her as she licked the head of his cock. He exhaled sharply at the sensation of her hot mouth enclosing him. Gripping him in one hand while maintaining her balance with the other, she didn’t just suck his cock. She made love to him.
She gasped and moaned as Tank’s fingertip penetrated her asshole, slipping in a tiny bit before withdrawing. He applied plenty of the oil as he worked his fingers in and out of her until she was taking two easily and, judging by the way she arched and moved with him, willing to take more.
“That’s it, baby. You’ve no idea how sweet this is. Your trust in us, the sight you make, willing to take us like this. Now loosen up for me, okay?”
“Mmmm,” she murmured around Troy’s cock, stroking and squeezing up and down while she sucked him.
Tank chuckled when he dropped the slippery toy and wiped the excess oil from his fingers and then slid his index finger into the handle. She squeaked then she felt the tapered head of the toy intruding at her opening.
“Relax, baby. This shouldn’t hurt…much.”
“Mmm?” she mouthed around his cock but then moaned as Tank dipped the head of the toy into her opening. The sultry sound and the way her eyes glazed as she kept sucking him told him that she liked the sensation.
Tank took a slow, deep breath and let it out just as slowly. His ruddy dick looked hard enough to bust concrete.
Jessica’s mouth felt so good on Troy’s cock, and as he watched the toy ease in and out of her ass the first inch or so, his imagination ran wild with him. She’d be so tight and just as hot as her silky mouth was.
Knowing he was on a slippery slope, he caressed her jaw and stopped her from sucking. He couldn’t risk losing control.
Tank put his hand on her hip and said, “Here it comes, baby. Breathe slow and easy for us.”
Tank slid the toy deeper, breaching her asshole with the thicker center. She rested her forehead against Troy’s hip, and when he felt her trembling, he leaned forward, stroking her abdomen so his touch between her legs wouldn’t startle her. She whimpered when he began stroking her clit. Tank must’ve oiled her cunt first because she was slick with oil and her own juices. Her clit was tender and swollen beneath Troy’s fingertips, and when he began stroking it in a steady circular rhythm, she whispered, “Oh, yes, just like that.”
“Like it, baby?” Troy asked, the affection and love he felt for her making his throat burn.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes.”
Tank matched Troy’s stroking rhythm as he thrust in and out with the toy. She was trembling and on the verge of orgasm, panting and making the sweetest yearning sound he’d ever heard as Tank pressed the thickest part of the toy into her opening and it slid to the base.
Troy redoubled his efforts, circling faster until her eyes rolled back and she looked up at him, pleading in her gaze. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered, her hips flexing against his fingers, which maneuvered the toy back and forth. Tank still gripped the handle, smiling as he watched her find her pleasure.
Troy leaned to the side, and his cock surged with need as he imagined the way her cunt clenched in little convulsions as she came over and over again.
Tank murmured something unintelligible that sounded complimentary and cupped his balls and trapped his cock in his grip.
She was wild and hot for them, and it wouldn’t do for both of them to lose control before they’d even gotten inside of her.
When she regained the use of her extremities, she turned on her knees and moved Tank’s hands, looking like she intended to give him a blowjob.
“I’ve got oil on me,” Tank said, inching away.
“Getting messy doesn’t bother me. Besides, I love coconut.” She grinned up at him. “I want to take care of you.”
“You take any better care of me and I’m gonna come right this second—fuck!” he cried out as she gripped him and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
Troy chuckled. “Hold it together, brother. Just think of fucking her sweet little ass.”
Jessica giggled, and Tank said, “Not helping, idiot. Fuck, baby. I need you. I love this, don’t get me wrong, but I need in you.”
“Now?” she asked as she wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “You want my pussy and my ass?”
“Fuck, yes, vixen,” Tank growled. He reclined on one side of the bed and captured her to him so she reclined against his chest. “I want that sweet little asshole. Troy, use a little more oil on her and remove the toy.”
“Gladly,” Troy said as he took up a position between her legs.
She moaned as Tank slid his hands down her inner thighs and then spread them wider, displaying every one of her natural assets to Troy’s appreciative eyes. She was glorious, aroused and opened so he could see every delectable inch of her. “You have such a pretty little cunt, baby. You like your toy?” he said, teasing her as he grasped the handle and eased it back and forth a little, and said, “Tank, I think she’d like it if you play with her clit while I play with her.”
Troy’s cock surged again as she moved with him, eagerly receiving their attention. The toy slid in and out easily enough past her sphincter, and he caught Tank’s eye and gave him a nod. It was time.
Tank held her securely and nibbled at her ear before whispering, “Want my cock in your ass, baby?”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned eagerly.
Troy removed the toy and leaned forward so he was face to face with her. She shared a kiss with both of them, and then Troy said, “Show him, baby. Put his cock where you want it.”
Her arousal overcame any inhibitions she had, and she reached down to touch Tank’s rock-hard erection. He groaned as she maneuvered his head to her slick asshole with her fingertips and held him there, giving him leverage
, as he began pumping against her, seeking the right angle. Her being actively involved in his taking her there seemed to have been the right choice, and when Tank’s cock found the perfect spot and he slowed, thrusting in tiny increments. She eased back so she was laying on top of Tank, breathing slow and deep, sliding her hands over Tank’s as he held her thighs steady.
Her quiet moans were like a symphony as Tank took her, a tiny bit at a time, until he was thrusting in and out and she looked beyond the ability to form coherent thoughts.
“Now, Troy. I’m not gonna last much longer. She’s so tight. Feels so fucking good,” Tank muttered in a strained voice.
Jessica flexed her hips against Tank, and when Troy came close, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Hot chills went up and down his spine as the head of his cock rubbed against her slick opening.
She looked up at him with dazed eyes and smiled. “I want you so much, Troy. Want you both. Give it to me.”
He thrust firmly, drawing back and giving her time in between until he and Tank established a thrusting in-and-out rhythm. One on one, she was tight as she could be. With both of them fucking her, she was sweet heaven and fiery torment all at once. He groaned in ecstasy as his thrusts found purchase, and he slid deep and stopped, giving her a moment.
Breathing deeply, she arched and flexed between them. “It’s amazing. So incred…I had no idea…oh, yes. Fuck me.”
Her movements took on purpose. It would be better to say she took charge, moving between them, rocking back and forth and up and down until they joined her rhythm and fucked her until she cried out in utter ecstasy. “More! More! More! Yes!”
Hot as a whip cracking down his spine, his orgasm was practically ripped from him as he came so hard he saw stars and his extremities lost sensation. He was just one huge coursing wave of pleasure, filling her and adoring her body until he went limp, barely able to hold himself up over them so he didn’t crush them.
She was like a limp, beautiful flower between them, completely boneless and spent in her passion. Tank lay there, his eyelids closed, catching his breath, the beginning of a smile on his face, and she reached back, presumably to stroke his cheek, and wound up whacking him in the ear. He chuckled, and she got tickled, and soon all three of them were laughing, which made her pussy muscles contract until they begged her for mercy.
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