She wanted, needed, these men to be in control. She wanted, needed, their mastery. From some primitive place deep in her soul she wanted to receive them, all they were, all they would give.
“Please…I can’t…fuck me. Oh, God, both of you, fuck me.”
“Take me, then, like this.” Jordan’s words sounded as if they came through gritted teeth. He pressed in harder then sank into her completely.
“My God, Jordan, I can actually feel your cock inside her,” Peter said. “It’s like I’m fucking you both at the same time.”
“God, yes, I feel you, too,” Jordan said. “Heaven. This is heaven.”
Tracy mewed, her arousal so high, her completion so close, she could only beg, and strive, for more. She felt impossibly full, yet that stretching didn’t only bite, it tantalized, it seduced, and it begged. Take more. Get more. Feel more.
She pressed back and up, forward and down, and clenched her inner muscles, using her body to caress their cocks.
“Oh God.” Jordan pulled out, and then pushed into her again. Then he did it again, beginning a fucking motion that stroked the inside of her ass, a motion that she felt on all of her erogenous zones at the same time.
Tracy panted as her orgasm enticed her, hovering just out of reach. Beneath her, Peter thrust up into her, a perfect counterpoint to Jordan’s fucking of her ass. She pushed, and pressed, and squeezed her pelvic floor muscles, trying to draw her climax to her.
Then Jordan reached around her, to where Peter’s cock entered her, and found her clit.
“Come for us, baby. Come now.”
“Oh God, yes!” Tracy groaned, one loud, long sound that worked up into a scream as the eruption of Eros rolled through and up and out of her. She came hard and fast, a tidal wave of rapture that swamped her, uncontrollable, unstoppable. The pleasure and the bliss convulsed through her, in her, so enormous and so good. She heard the masculine shouts, the curses, and the hard press of cocks inside her, no longer thrusting, just throbbing, as they released their seed into her.
The thrilling flood of orgasm became tiny aftershocks as Tracy fought for breath. Jordan’s body rested on hers, and the sound of heavy breathing overwhelmed the jazz. Tracy thought it was a much sweeter music.
“Nothing has ever been like that.” Jordan moved and kissed her shoulder. “Are you all right, Tracy?”
“Wow.” It was the only word she could manage, and the only one that fit. Beneath her, Peter’s heart galloped like a wild stallion. The image made her smile.
“Is that smug I feel you doing on my chest, there, Blondie?” Peter asked.
Tracy said only, “Wow.”
“Easy, sweetheart.” Jordan straightened then gently withdrew from her. “Can you move, Tracy?”
“Maybe in a week.” She didn’t care that they chuckled. She felt sated. She felt replete. Hell, she felt like she could stay just where she was forever.
“Here.” Jordan lifted her off Peter, easing her down onto the bed until she lay beside him. She heard footsteps, the padding of bare feet on tile, and knew Jordan had gone into the bathroom, likely to dispose of the condom. Water ran, and when he returned a few moments later and softly cleaned the gel from her, she didn’t even cringe.
Peter rolled off the bed as Jordan crawled onto it. He turned her from her stomach to her back, and then continued to maneuver her until she lay snuggled against his chest.
Peter returned, claiming his usual spot on the left side of the bed, snuggling in close, spooning her.
“I love you both so much,” Tracy said.
“I love you.” Jordan placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Thank God you came to us wearing nothing but a coat and a smile.”
Tracy grinned thinking of that day. “I was bold.”
“You were,” Peter said. “Have you always been so bold, my love, or were you saving it up just for us?”
“Saving it up? I didn’t even know I had that in me.”
“Do I want to know where you got the idea?” Jordan sounded as if he was fighting his laughter.
Tracy thought back to the shower, to Grandma Kate’s advice, and Sarah’s journal. While she believed in sharing almost everything with the men she loved, she wondered if there weren’t some things better left unsaid.
“Let’s just say that I knew if I wanted my heart’s desire—to experience love under two strong men—then I needed to make it happen.”
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure neither of you ever regrets your decisions,” Jordan said. And then, “I think Alvarez-Kendall has a nice ring to it.”
“Mm, it does,” Tracy agreed.
“That’s unanimous,” Peter said. He kissed Tracy’s cheek, then leaned over her to give Jordan a light kiss, too. “I’m going to love devoting myself to taking care of you both.”
“We’ll all take care of each other,” Tracy said. And she knew that none of them would have it any other way.
Chapter 22
“Oh, no you don’t, young lady. You’re the guest of honor here tonight. You should be out there strutting your stuff, not in here trying to stuff your struts.”
Ginny’s admonition took Tracy completely by surprise. Was that shy, quiet Ginny Rose who’d swooped in, teased, and grabbed my hands away from pulling more pastries out of the fridge?
Why, yes, it was.
“‘Stuff my struts?’” Laughing, Tracy turned to look at the other two women in the kitchen. Michelle Parker giggled. Kelsey Benedict just grinned, and shrugged and held up her hands. “Ginny has a point, Tracy. You are the guest of honor, tonight.”
Tracy fell even deeper into shock when Ginny then gently, but firmly, pushed her out of the kitchen and into the dining room of Lusty Appetites.
As soon as the door swung shut behind them, Tracy nearly plowed into Lusty’s Sheriff, her future brother-in-law. Adam Kendall had likely been hanging by the door to the kitchen just waiting for Ginny to appear.
“Adam, you need to deliver your future sister-in-law to her men,” Ginny said and gave Tracy just a bit more of a nudge toward Adam. “And ask them to please keep her out of the kitchen—at least for this one night!”
Adam’s eyes rounded slightly, likely, Tracy thought, in response to Ginny’s laughing tone and the fact that she’d sought him out and called him by his first name without even being prompted to.
“Yes, ma’am, Ms. Ginny. I’ll see to that little thing right away.”
Ginny gave Tracy a decisive nod and a grin, and then went right back into the kitchen, door swinging behind her. Tracy stared at Adam who stared right back at her. Then, very slowly, he smiled.
“She called me by name straight off,” he said.
“I did notice that.” Tracy stretched up and kissed him on the cheek, then went around him so she could do what Ginny had asked—go back to her men.
When she turned to look at him again, just before she sat down, Adam was still smiling, and still looking in the direction Ginny had gone. Then Benny Rose came over to him, and leaned against his leg. Adam looked down at the little boy. His smile softened as he placed a hand on Benny’s head. The two talked for a moment, and then Adam turned and walked over toward the table he’d been sharing with his broker Jake, Benny’s hand tucked in his.
“That was a very short trip to the kitchen, love.” Jordan ran his hand lightly down her arm, took her hand, and brought it to his lips.
Tracy could have sworn her skin tingled from his kiss.
Peter took her other hand, and she immediately felt complete. Giving both her men points for not laughing out loud, she said, “What can I say? Having just returned to work this week, I’m still a little antsy. And I am used to serving at these parties.”
Peter leaned forward. “Tell you what, Blondie. If you feel the lack too badly, then when we get home, we’ll let you serve…us.”
Tracy felt her nipples tighten and had to flex her inner muscles to stop herself from soaking her panties. “That’s a deal.”
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sp; Tracy’s wrists had taken nearly two weeks to heal to the point where her uncle, Dr. James Jessop, gave her the all clear to return to her position as sous-chef—a job that required not just a lot of hand and wrist washing, but some good strong lifting, as well.
Of course, she couldn’t say she’d been bored during the time off, since Peter had also been on medical leave, and Jordan had spent most of those days at home with them, too.
Tracy blushed when she considered that today would qualify as the first day in a long while that she’d spent more time dressed than naked.
Ginny came out of the kitchen, pushing a cart that held several trays of food. One by one she set the trays out on the buffet counter. Kelsey followed, giving her a hand, and then they both stood back to inspect their work. Nodding, obviously satisfied, Kelsey then headed over to the table where her husbands were sitting with their cousins, the newly-returned-to-Lusty Benedict triplets. Ginny seemed to realize that she should do the same—join the party. Clearly reluctant, but unable to do anything else, she went over and sat beside her son, which meant sitting with Adam and Jake Kendall. Both men looked pleased as hell with that.
Tracy stifled a laugh and duly noted she wasn’t the only one doing so.
Julia Benedict arrived, wearing a power suit and with her brown hair caught up in a chignon. She shot her triplet brothers a narrow-eyed glare when they called out a singsong greeting to her, and came straight over to Tracy.
It felt so good to be able to celebrate this very happy occasion with her best friend. She’d really missed Julia. The three years she’d been in New York had seemed interminable.
“Sorry, my meeting ran late,” Julia said.
“I’m just glad you’re here.” Tracy stood and hugged her.
“I am so happy for you, girlfriend. I know I’ve already said that more than a few times in the last couple of weeks, but since tonight is your engagement party, I’ll say it again. I am so very happy for you.” Then Julia looked at Jordan and wagged her finger at him. “Tracy is my best friend in the whole world, and if you don’t treat her right, you’ll answer to me, buster.”
“Whoa there, Jules.” Jordan got to his feet, laughing, and snagged her into a hug. “You know I’m going to take good care of my woman. It’s what Kendalls do.”
Julia’s look softened. “Yeah, I know, Jordan.” Then she looked at Peter. “As for you, Mister G-man, I’ve decided you might almost be good enough for my girl, here. However, there’s just this one teeny tiny bad habit you have—getting shot.” Julia, being a member in good standing of the smart-ass club of Lusty, said that with the most somber of expressions on her face.
“Not my fault at all. It’s my magnetic personality. It draws all those bullets my way.” Peter’s comeback could use some work, but Tracy thought he was improving.
“You’ll sit with us for a while?” Tracy asked her.
“Of course I will. That saves me from having to go over there.” She used her head to indicate the table her brothers were sharing with Kelsey, Matt, and Steven.
Tracy wanted to ask her why she continued to give her brothers the cold shoulder. Then she recalled how, at Tamara’s engagement party a month or so back, Kevin had asked Grandma Kate to find a couple of husbands for Julia, saying his sister had too much time on her hands.
Oh, my. She hadn’t heard any rumors of Kate doing just that, but then neither had she noticed any enmity between her best friend and her grandmother. In fact, Julia seemed to be spending a lot of time with the older woman. Kate and Julia had always been close.
A mystery to be solved later. Likely, Tracy thought, over a bottle or two of wine.
Music played in the background, the same country music station Tracy was used to listening to here at the restaurant every day. Conversation rose and fell, laughter thrived, and Tracy took a moment to soak in the atmosphere.
During every one of the parties Kelsey had hosted in recent months, there’d been a tiny part of her that had longed to be able to sit right here, to be the woman whose happy future was being celebrated by family and friends.
She turned to her right and kissed Jordan, a light, flirty kiss. Then, of course, she turned to the left and tasted Peter, too.
“Nice,” Jordan said. “Did we do anything to deserve that?”
Since he’d asked so quietly, and since Peter leaned in just a bit closer, she gave them what she hoped was a very sexy, satisfied smile, and said, “Oh, yeah.”
“Keep flirting like that, Blondie, and you’re going to get nailed as soon as we get home.”
“God, I certainly hope so.”
Kelsey always rearranged the seating in the dining room for the engagement parties, placing one of the family-sized round tables in the center of the room, so the celebrants could hold court. Tracy never appreciated before just how this particular vantage point would allow her to keep an eye on the door.
Jordan’s parents arrived, and Samantha wasted no time pulling Tracy into a huge hug. “Two daughters, now,” she said, with a sly look at her three husbands. “Finally, the odds are swinging in my favor.”
Charles, Preston, and Taylor each gave Tracy a big hug and a smacking kiss. And then, warming her heart, all four of the senior Kendalls also hugged Peter.
“I’m happy to finally be getting daughters,” Samantha said, “but I’m also very pleased to have another son!”
“And I’m more than pleased to have another mother, especially one as beautiful as you are,” Peter said.
“Didn’t I say it? Ever since he first showed up in town, he’s been sweet-talking his way into Mother’s good graces!” Morgan’s aggrieved tone rang out as he, Henry, and Tamara walked in. They made their way over to offer hugs, handshakes, and the patented male-on-male, hefty backslaps that Tracy never understood. That has to hurt. Why do they do it?
Peter grinned at Morgan, a very superior-looking grin. “I bet I could make her love me more than she loves you,” he teased right back.
Samantha laughed, clearly used to the rough-and-tumble teasing between her boys. Peter still had her hand. “Since you’re the magistrate, do we see you about making our chosen name legal?”
Samantha smiled. “No, but it’s a matter very easily done in Texas. Your fathers will help.” She beamed at them then looked over at Morgan. “I think Alvarez-Kendall is a wonderful name, myself.”
Tracy’s parents arrived right after the Kendalls. Her mother gave her a huge hug then repeated the gesture with Peter. When she got to Jordan, she said, “I’ve always known it would be you or no one for my girl.”
“I wish I’d been as confident of that myself,” Jordan said. “Is Terrence coming tonight?”
Tracy grinned. Jordan had joked earlier that he hadn’t seen her brother since before they got together, and he wondered, aloud, if his old friend was going to pound the crap out of him for messing with his sister.
“No. But he’ll be home next weekend,” Heather Jessop said. “We’ll be having a huge family dinner, and of course, the three of you will be there. We’ll have smoked ham.”
“We wouldn’t miss it.” He lowered his voice, then, and to Peter he said, “Heather makes the best smoked ham I’ve ever tasted.” Of course, then he had to look around to ensure his own mother hadn’t heard that.
Gareth put his arm around his wife. “I didn’t marry her for her cooking, but it’s been a wonderful fringe benefit all these years.” Then he kissed Tracy’s cheek. “Speaking of which, young lady, just because you’re getting married to these fine young men doesn’t mean you can neglect your father’s need for cream puffs.”
“Of course not, Dad.” Tracy laughed. “Every time I make some for them, I’ll put a few aside for you.”
“There’s a good girl.”
The Jessops moved on to hug Julia, with Heather giving her a bit of grief for not coming by for coffee since she’d returned from New York. Then they proceeded to make the rounds, greeting family and friends. Tracy thought it likely they’d end up sit
ting with Jordan’s parents.
“What a great way to get to see almost everyone,” Julia said. “I’ve been back nearly a month, but I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to get around like I’ve wanted to.”
“These parties are a relatively recent tradition,” Tracy said. “One that began just after Kelsey and Matt and Steven got together.”
Julia looked around at the room that had been filling, steadily, with family. “I’m going to go get some sweet tea. Anyone else want some?”
Tracy raised her hand and smiled, but neither of her men wanted any.
She let her own gaze wander around the gathering, smiling and waving, catching bits of conversation, while the music and the laughter continued to fill every bit of space in the room. She could never recall a time when she hadn’t been surrounded by a lot of loving family. She thought she caught a passing look of sadness on Peter’s face. Reaching for his hand, she was so very pleased when he threaded his fingers through hers. “I’m sorry your parents couldn’t come for tonight,” she said softly.
Peter shrugged. “I didn’t really expect them to. It was rather short notice, and they’re somewhat more reserved than the folks here.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “But they’re good people. I don’t want you or Jordan to think otherwise. They don’t really understand me, or the choices I’ve made in my life. But they do want me to be happy, and that’s really the most important thing.”
“Yes, it is,” Jordan said. “Sweetheart, we’ll make plans to go and see them soon,” Jordan said. “I’m looking forward to meeting them.”
The door from the street opened. Peter’s smile faded, and he slowly got to his feet. Tracy turned her head to see why. She raised one eyebrow when she realized that Joe Grant had just walked through the door. She rose and leaned into to Peter. “Did you invite him?”
“Hell, no.”
Jordan also stood and inched subtly closer to them both. “What the hell does that asshole want?” he asked.
Tracy understood Jordan’s animosity. Despite the assurances Special Agent Joseph Grant had given them two weeks before, Miguel Ramos was still at large.
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