Obeying him, she sighed in pleasure when he thrust his cock into her in one smooth push.
“So good.” Being filled by these men, being loved by these men, just felt so damn good.
“That’s my line. I feel like my cock is being fisted by hot, wet heaven. Kiss me, baby. Move with me. Let’s make love.”
Ari surrendered, and had never felt more powerful. Her lips and tongue mated with Jackson’s, and his flavor became hers. They moved together in a dance as old as time. She shivered with the enormous pleasure of feeling his hot, hard cock rubbing against the walls of her tunnel.
Jackson slipped one hand under her bottom and the other under her shoulders. Holding her, he pulled her close and moved in her with a mind-blowing focus. She moved with him, her hips countering his, and their dance became a true lovers’ tango. They were in a world of their own.
He varied his pace and the way he moved inside her, looking for her sweet spot. He loved her in total awareness of her body and her needs. Cord loved her the same way, as if she was the only one who mattered. They’re selfless lovers. There were really so few in the world, and she’d been blessed to find two of them.
Then he changed his rhythm once more, and this time he hit both her sweet spot and her clit.
Ari’s climax erupted, the thrilling spasms of electric pleasure swamping her, making her cry out as wave after wave bathed her in bliss. Jackson shouted and held himself deep inside her as he, too, came. She could feel the heat of his cum in the condom, and that added stimulus made her own orgasm surge anew. She clutched him tight, above and below, and rode the tide of pleasure.
Awareness returned ever so slowly. Jackson had practically collapsed on her, his gasping leaving her in no doubt whatsoever that she’d pleasured him. A slight ringing in her ears eased and she understood that she’d given one hell of a scream. Funny, I don’t remember screaming.
The solid presence of her lover between her legs, his sweat-damped body so very real, was a powerful declaration as to the state of her womanhood.
The dawning realization that Cord was on the bed beside them, his focus sharp upon them, sent a tiny extra thrill through her on the back of an aftershock.
Feeling bold and daring, Ari turned her head so she could meet the gaze of her other lover.
“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. The look on your face when you come—dayum, woman, you look just the way I always imagined an angel would look.”
“I’m no angel. I’m a flesh-and-blood woman with plenty of flaws.”
“Oh, darlin’, we wouldn’t have you be any other way.” Cord’s words felt like the best hug she’d ever had.
“I can tell you one thing.” Jackson raised himself up on his forearms, taking most of his weight off her. Then he thrust forward, and she knew he was still semi-hard. “From where I’m resting at the moment, Tinker Bell, you’re perfect for us.”
“That’s a pretty impressive recovery you’ve got going there, slick.” She pulled her legs up and used her heels to rub his ass.
“It’ll keep. Cord got to get his fires stoked watching me make love to you. Now I want the same privilege. I want to watch him take your ass.”
“How come I don’t get to watch?”
“Is that something you’d like to do? Would it turn you on to watch yourself as we make love to you?” Jackson’s questions sounded academic, but that cock of his gave him away. Forget semi-hard. He was ready to rock and roll again.
“I don’t know what all will turn me on. Until you two, I figured I just couldn’t get any pleasure out of making love at all. I just assumed that ability had been killed in me.”
“If the way your cunt milked my cock and your scream deafened me as you came a few minutes ago are any indication, I’d say your appetite for sex is alive and well.”
“It’s not my appetite for sex, Jackson. It’s my appetite for the two of you.” She turned and looked at Cord. “Am I going to get your cock in my ass?”
“Oh, yeah.” Cord’s smile warmed her, inside and out.
Jackson kissed her, a sweet, almost reverent kind of kiss, and then he withdrew from her. He padded off into the bathroom, so she turned on her side to face Cord.
“There’re rules to this, Red. If I hurt you, you have to tell me to stop. We can either end it, or just give you a few minutes to adjust.”
“I don’t care if you hurt me.” She’d experienced real pain, but that was a lifetime ago. Nothing these men did to and with her bore any similarity to what had been done to her as a child. “I’ve heard it does hurt some the first few times.” She wasn’t going to let a little discomfort come between her and what she ultimately wanted.
She wanted to have both of her lovers inside her at the same time.
“We care.” Cord didn’t often sound as bossy as Jackson did, but he was sure sounding bossy now. “I don’t think you understand what it would do to us to hurt you or worse, damage you. Nothing could destroy us like that would.”
“If she’s being difficult, we can always spank her.” Jackson came back into the bedroom and stretched out on her left. He moved up close behind her, reached around, and cupped her breast.
“I thought y’all didn’t want to hurt me.”
“Hey, Red, you said ‘y’all’ almost as well as a real Texan woman,” Cord said.
“A spanking won’t hurt you in an unpleasant way,” Jackson said. “That’s erotic pain, and you know this is true because every time I’ve given you a few swats you’ve creamed your panties.”
“I wasn’t wearing panties, as I recall.”
Cord chuckled, then reached forward and lifted her chin. When she met his gaze, she saw how serious he was. “I won’t hurt you. And because I don’t think you’d necessarily tell me if I was, Jackson is going to hold you and watch you as I take you.”
“Is he?”
“Yup.” Cord smacked a quick, hard kiss on her lips and fairly bounded from the bed. “And first chance I get I’m going into Waco and buying me a paddle. You’re due, Red.”
The thought of Cord paddling her made her juices begin to flow and her libido spark all over again.
“I see that look on you, Ari,” Cord said. “You can hardly wait.”
She didn’t see any reason to dispute the truth. “But I’m going to have to wait, because you don’t have a paddle yet.”
“I could improvise.”
Ari had never known that making love could be fun, and funny. She grinned over at Cord. “Why don’t you do that little thing? After. Right now, cowboy, I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Well then, I guess I’d better give you what you want.”
There was something very stirring in the way that he strolled over to the bedside table and slid the drawer open—all without taking his gaze from hers.
He took two items out of that drawer, a condom and a tube of lube. He headed into the bathroom and emerged with a small towel in his hand. He sauntered—there was just no other word for the way he moved—to the end of the bed. He tossed the lube onto the mattress not far from her feet. Then he gave her a very cheeky grin. “Assume the position, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
Ari figured if Cord could act the Dom, she could act the siren. That wasn’t much of a stretch for her at the moment. Just looking at the way his cock stood straight up, hard and ready for her, had her feeling more than a little sexy. She turned over and got on her hands and knees. Then she looked over her shoulder and gave her booty a little shake.
“God, Ari, you have the sexiest ass. I cannot wait to fuck you.”
She watched him put on the condom. Then he scooped the lube and squeezed some out onto his fingers.
Cord came around and climbed onto the bed. She had to turn her head the other way to keep him in sight. The heat from his body reached her, as did the scent of him. It was a scent that she would recognize anywhere. Part fresh soap, part his own particular musk, the aroma made her mouth water and her cunt drip.
Cord te
nted her, kissing her shoulder. He nuzzled her ear. “I love you, Ari. Please, baby, don’t let me hurt you.”
He caressed her ass, and then slid his fingers between her cheeks. She shivered when she felt the silky glide of the lube being spread back and forth over her anus.
Cord pressed against her tiny rosette, and Ari felt the burn as he stretched the muscle. That burn did interesting things to her arousal, making it feel like tiny little electric shocks were happening all through her body.
She could actually feel her clit engorge at the same time her nipples hardened.
“Let me check.” Jackson had arranged himself on the bed so that he was in a perfect position to watch her face. Now, he moved closer and reached between her legs, running his fingers through her cunt. “Baby, you’re drenched.”
“Mmm.” That little touch of his had ended with a tiny brush against her clit, and it was all Ari could do not to come. She shivered and pushed ever so slightly against Cord’s finger.
“Two, now.”
The burn increased, but didn’t explode into pain, and Ari moaned because what Cord was doing really did enhance her arousal. She’d heard enough talk over the years to understand her physical reaction to having her ass played with wasn’t unusual. While some women had claimed they would never, ever let a lover touch them in this way, others had professed to loving it.
Ari had always been certain she’d be in the former category. One more preconception shot all to hell.
She moaned anew when he began to move his fingers in a circular motion. He was stretching her even more, preparing her for his cock.
“How are you doing?” He stroked his other hand down her back, that gesture meant to be one of comfort.
Every touch now, even the slight whisper of air against her flesh, became an agent of Eros.
Ari remembered he was waiting for an answer when his fingers stilled within her. “It feels good…it hurts good. I need more.”
“Okay. I want you to try and relax your hips and legs, sweetheart.” He eased his fingers out, and then applied lube to his condom-covered cock. He briefly used the small towel, and then moved closer to her. He put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks. A moment later, she felt the tip of his cock there, so hot and so big, pressing against her anus.
He held her tight as he continued to push his cock against her. She felt the burn, and this time the burn morphed into pain. It hurt, but it also fed her arousal. These sensations, dark and dangerous, revealed a different side to sexual hunger, and she wondered what else would excite her. Cord eased back, and then pushed forward in an intermittent yet inexorable rhythm.
Ari felt her sphincter open and accept his cockhead. Cord’s arms fairly trembled and she knew he was holding himself under tight control. A part of her wanted to push, to help, but she paused, breathing as deeply as he was, letting him have his way.
“Ari?” The strangled rendition of her name let her know that he was on the edge.
“I never knew pain could feel like this. It hurts but I need more, cowboy.”
“I’m trying to be careful, sweetheart. You’re so tight…so good. God, I’ve never felt anything like this…”
“That makes two of us, Cord.” The pain eased off just a little, and Ari gave in to the urge and pushed back.
His cock slid all the way into her until his balls bounced on her ass.
“God!” He eased out and pushed in again. “Honey stop me if…”
She didn’t let him finish. “Fuck me, Cord. Please, baby, fuck me.”
The dirty talk triggered him, and he began to move inside her, a slow, steady rhythm that had her shaking with the need to come. Dark and delicious, the sensations swirled and expanded as if they had a life of their own. The instinct to race for the end overwhelmed her and she began to thrust counter to him, unable to stop herself from rushing him.
“Yes, oh God, Ari…” Cord cried out at the same time her climax ignited. Hot and fiery, electric and exciting, this orgasm felt different, burning hotter and wilder than anything she’d felt so far. As Cord bent over her, as she felt his cock pulse his release into her ass, Ari finally understood why making love was called consummation.
The rapture burned like the hottest of fires, consuming her completely.
Chapter 16
Ari really didn’t have a clue what to do about the man who was looking for her, or how to go about dealing with the consequences of the actions she’d taken in her bid to be free of abuse. When Cord suggested they put a call in to Jake Kendall, she’d agreed, even though she had no idea what that man could possibly do to help her.
She was more than a little surprised when Jake said he’d be over after dinner. He asked if Grandma Kate could accompany him. Ari already knew that Kate was Lusty’s version of a mayor. Chloe had told her the nonagenarian was recognized by all as the head of the combined families. Ari really hated for Kate to find out about her past—but she supposed the woman would have to know.
The workday flew, and before she was ready for it, the time had arrived. Her men knew how nervous she was, and set out to distract her.
Because she understood that they also felt nervous on her behalf, she decided to let them.
Jackson made some coffee, while Cord pulled out some cookies that he said Bernice Benedict had dropped over to them that morning.
“We finished moving in here the night before last,” Cord said. “We’d no sooner got the furniture in place and the relatives began dropping off casseroles and cookies—hell, we probably don’t have to cook for at least a week,” Cord said.
“Carrie, Chloe’s sister, said they did a similar thing for Chase and Brian when they first moved into their ranch house. The docs got the same treatment.” Ari grinned. “I think those women love baking and cooking and just use any opportunity to do so.” She leaned closer. “Have you tried the pastries at Lusty Appetites? Tracy makes them, and now that she’s back to work part time, the entire town—led by her brother-in-law Henry—wants to give her a plaque in appreciation.”
Jackson nodded. “Yes, we had some a couple of weeks ago, when we had lunch with Kate and Jake.”
Ari recalled the day—the day that Tasha had chastised her for judging these two men before she’d even known them.
I’m going to have to tell her she was right about them.
The prospect didn’t worry her overmuch. How can I be worried about something as trivial as that? I have much bigger things to be worried about. Like possibly being arrested for identity theft.
Headlights in the driveway told her Jake and Kate had arrived. Ari had such a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Just the idea that Kate Benedict would think less of her made her more than a little sick.
Jackson headed to the door. Cord led Ari into the living room, and tried to get her to sit down.
“I can’t. I’m so nervous—hell, nervous? I’m scared.”
“Everything is going to be all right, Ari. I promise you.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Thank you. I appreciate that you want to make me feel better, but you can’t possible know that everything is going to be all right.”
“Perhaps he can’t, sweetheart, but we can.”
Cord released her and Ari spun around. She hadn’t heard Kate enter the room, but now that she was here, Ari wanted to see the look on the woman’s face. If she was going to hate her, then she wanted to know right away…and then Grandma Kate’s words registered, as did the look on her face.
Grandma Kate wore the face of maternal love, the very face Ari had always wanted to see, but never had, on her own mother.
She would have thought she’d cried enough, and yet her vision blurred. And then Kate Benedict, a woman she’d only known a short time and had foolishly resisted, wrapped surprisingly strong arms around her and held her tight.
“I’ll bet you’ve a decade of tears stored up, so you just go ahead and let them fall, my sweet child.”
Ari clung for all sh
e was worth, taking into her soul that mother-love the child in her had been denied all her life. Nothing else existed for her in that moment except this woman, and the healing her love poured into her.
Kate led her to the sofa, and sat with her, and continued to hold her even after the sobbing stopped.
“Do you know, most big city hospitals have volunteers who come into the preemie nurseries for the sole purpose of holding babies? Doctors and researchers have learned that just as infants need food and medicine, they also need to be held—they need love. Love remains a basic necessity for the human heart, all through our lives.”
Kate handed her some tissues and she mopped up her mess. Blinking, she realized they were alone in the room.
“I think I scared the men away with all this crying.”
“You didn’t. I had Jake drag them out so we could have a few minutes together, just the two of us. Those two quarterbacks gave him a good fight, too, let me tell you. So don’t you be thinking for one moment that they’re turned off by your tears, sweetheart.”
Kate lifted her chin. Ari hadn’t realized she’d dropped her gaze. Before moving to Lusty, she’d made a habit of going through life with her head up and her chin out—daring, she knew, for anyone to take a shot at her.
How the mighty have fallen! The thought almost made her want to giggle.
“I wanted to have a few minutes alone with you before we begin this brainstorming session of ours.”
Dawning insight had Ari opening her eyes wide. “You…you knew about me? All this time?”
Kate’s smile did something to her emotions. It lifted her and made her want to smile back. For the first time in a long, long time, Ari felt…good. Deep down in the very heart of her, she felt good.
“Yes. We’d had some trouble a year or more ago here in Lusty, and the decision was made to look into the backgrounds of anyone moving to town. This information is kept in the strictest of confidence. Only our investigators, and Jake, are privy to that knowledge.”
“And you.”
“I only have asked to be advised if there’s a need. Jake made the decision that I needed to know, but only so I could be here for you if you needed me.”
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