She looked around the table. Three very attentive men, two of them with naked, thrusting cocks, waited for her. With a smile that was almost a smirk, a look that was just a touch snooty, she stepped back to her own place at the table. Lifting one foot to the seat of her chair, she pressed her knee out. Then she let them watch her finger-fuck herself with mousse-covered fingers.
There was more than one murmured curse around the table, and Clay knew he wasn’t alone when he started to stroke himself. Jace got on board, too, drawing his cock out and using his hand.
Everyone was pretty hot when Gemini took her fingers out, then loaded up with another scoop of mousse and deposited it right at her opening. She started to move, and Clay nearly crowed with what he figured was coming. But the damn bitch took her pussy over to Jace.
“Hey!”
Shooting him a cheeky glance, Gem leaned back against the table, facing Jace. Clay’s traitorous, cheating buddy cheerfully turned his chair to her, and, when she propped her foot on the armrest, he took a knee. Right in front of Clay, when it was his fucking turn to have her, damn Jace ate her pussy.
If her moans meant anything, Gem loved it. She arched back, letting those fucking great breasts thrust out, rocking her pelvis to take more of Jace’s tongue. Her fingers curled into Jace’s hair, taking hold like she wanted him right there all night long. She was fucking close to coming when, this time, she brought it to a stop. With what looked like significant regret, she pushed Jace back and straightened. She wobbled a bit when she stood up, and Clay knew he wasn’t the only one to silently crow a bit about that.
But the little bitch wasn’t done. She ran her finger through chocolate one more time and then came to stand in front of Clay. While she watched him with a wicked gleam in her eyes, her hand disappeared behind her back.
Maybe Quinn and Jace could see what that finger was doing back there, where the mousse was going, but Clay was left to only imagine.
He had a good imagination. Gem gave him a few clues, too. She moaned in that gritty little way she had when he fucked her in the ass. It was the sound he liked the best, and she fucking knew it. He wasn’t necessarily proud of it, but he loved fucking a woman in the ass. He loved when a woman would give herself to him in that way. It fucking meant that she was his, that she surrendered herself to him, that she totally gave herself up. The dynamic might be a little sketchy, a little politically incorrect, but it fucking spoke to the feral animal in him. It made him want to beat his chest and roar like a lion.
Clay crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his head. He watched her intently, silently daring her to back down.
She didn’t. So she deserved what she was about to get.
* * * *
Clay stood up in front of her, and Gemini nearly flinched. She knew she’d been playing with fire, and she figured she was about to get burned.
It was like a devil drove her. Clay had started it, telling her he wanted to have the mousse from her nipple. Somehow, that had challenged her, and she’d gone over to the wild side with this erotic show.
She’d titillated them and indulged herself, letting free a sensual seductress she hadn’t even suspected she’d harbored inside her. Somehow, that had gotten her here, fingering herself in the ass, like she was waving a red flag in front of an enraged bull.
She knew Clay loved to fuck her ass—loved the gritty dominance of it, gloried in her ready submission to it. Bizarrely, she’d come to love it, too. She liked giving herself that way, liked displaying her willingness to give him everything. In him, it was a pure, masculine desire to dominate, to express the full maleness of his character. It was celebratory, an extreme contrast to the abuse she’d experienced at Bryce’s hands.
Now here she was, inviting Clay’s worst. He knew what she was doing and, judging by the rapid pulse of his cock, he liked it a lot. He dragged his gaze up from her pussy—he’d been staring at her there like he could see the action of her finger—to her breasts and then to her face. Casually, he wrapped his fists around his cock—both fit along his prodigious length, and still, that big head stood out.
“You know the size of my cock, right?” He spoke quietly, his voice low. “That one finger you’re using isn’t going to be enough. Make it two.”
A nervous little breath escaped, and Gem suddenly wasn’t certain she as brave as she’d thought. But those dark blue compelled her. Watching his eyes, she pushed another finger into her ass.
The mousse wasn’t as great a lubricant as it might have been. Plus, she had more fingernail than Clay did. She shuddered a little with the scrape of it, the gritty stretch of it.
But she did as instructed. He seemed to like the little moan she let escape. And Jace and Quinn seemed to like what they saw. She could hear them come to their feet behind her.
“Good girl,” Clay said. “Ream your hole. Get it nice and open for me.”
“Uhhn.” Driven by that dark gaze, Gemini worked her sphincter. She knew what was coming, knew he wouldn’t take the time to ready her when he finally did what was on his mind.
“Good, baby,” he said again. With one hand, he reached out and pinched her nipple. “Now three fingers.”
“Clay—”
A harder twist of her nipple was his only response.
Under his power, she arched back and pushed a third finger in. Her breath ratcheted out now, quick gasps made up of both excitement and trepidation.
“Jesus.” That was Quinn at her right side. She could hear the harsh, excited breaths of Jace on her left.
But Clay wasn’t done. “Fuck yourself deep. All the way.”
Gemini knew he wouldn’t settle for half measures. And she wouldn’t fake it. So, as he increased the pressure on her nipple to signify his impatience, she pushed her fingers as deep as she could go. With a helpless moan, she started thrusting in and out.
Clay stepped close and took her clit between thumb and finger. He tugged at her, quick little pulls, then circled, wickedly stimulating her. Quinn was there, then, grabbing her other breast and squeezing her nipple.
“Oh! Oh!” Gemini’s eyes rolled. She dropped her head back, her body rocking itself against Clay’s fingers, the orgasm that threatened so powerful that she forgot what she was supposed to be doing with her fingers.
Jace helped. He gripped her hand and took control, thrusting her fingers in and then circling them, reaming her ass. Deep. Rough.
Gemini cried out. Beyond her control, her head fell forward onto Clay’s chest. Fingers worked her nipples and her clit, and Jace kept shoving her own fingers in her ass.
“Ahh! Ahh!” With just minutes of it, she fell apart. She convulsed, hard shudders that wracked her body and splintered her consciousness. Every sexual nerve was stimulated, over-stimulated, and sent her flying. Harsh breaths, prolonged wails tore from her throat. She was lost in it, feeling like it went on forever.
Even before she came down, hands manipulated her. Before she could comprehend what had happened, she was turned and pressed down to the abruptly cleared table. Her breasts were flattened against the cold surface, and hands held her hips.
Then Clay shoved his cock deep into her ass. She knew it was him, just as she’d known he’d go rough and hard with the very first thrust.
With a wild roar, he whaled into her. Each plunge was a full taking, strong enough that the table inched forward, that her nipples were chafed by the pull of the wood surface.
He didn’t last long. He was howling, wildly turned on from the very first. Soon he leaned over her, his hands braced on the table, and groaned as he poured himself into her. He sounded almost pained, like it was just more than he could tolerate.
She felt the hot spurt of his cum, strong jets of fluid that finally, finally, eased his way. On his last thrust he held, deep inside her, while he growled out the last of his pleasure.
Panting out rough breaths, he took only a short pause before he pulled out. He didn’t even lift away from the table, but only worked his way around befo
re he collapsed next to her, his face alongside hers, his hands burrowed into her hair.
But she wasn’t done, and she knew it. Another pair of hands gripped her hips, and another cock pushed into her ass. She didn’t even know if it was Jace or Quinn. She just opened her eyes and gazed into Clay’s.
It went easier this time. The cock was just as big and hard, the thrusts just as deep and rough, but that big deposit of Clay’s cum relieved some of the abrasion. She grasped Clay’s wrist with one hand, and let it happen.
She realized soon that it was Jace. He murmured his pleasure as his hands slid up the table, under her body until he had his fingers at her nipples. He squeezed them closed around her, stimulating them in time to his thrusts.
No one but Clay had ever fucked her ass before. She was aware of it, and knew that Clay was, too, as their gazes held during this novel experience. She was giving herself up, and he was sharing her, in this most base of ways.
Jace pressed his face along her spine, his breath hot and his teeth grazing her. He was as wild with pleasure in it as Clay was, eventually clutching at her breasts painfully hard when he came. He rutted madly into her, howling out a violent orgasm. He shuddered against her, long groans tearing from his throat, as he poured himself into her.
She was left hanging, wickedly stimulated, as he pulled out.
But she still had Quinn.
Jace moved to her other side. He found a place to lean in and kiss her, and breathed his thanks and praise over her face. Like Clay, he collapsed onto the table, his head at her shoulder, and clasped her free hand with his. He also managed to get one hand to her tit again.
Quinn was more polite about it. He held her hips gently and ran his lips over her lower back. “Gem?” he asked. “Can you take more?”
How little he knew. Jace had left her hot and needy. She needed to come. She needed— “Quinn. Yes. Please. Please.”
The last word wasn’t even out before he had her. His cock pressed into her ass, a bit gentler, a bit more civil, but just as big and hard as his friends.
He groaned as he took her, a sound of relief that spoke volumes about the powerful thrill it had been to watch his buddies ass-fuck her. He moved slowly, pushing in until he had her filled, a long, sweet thrust that seemed to last forever.
Even better, when he was finally there, when he had himself buried balls deep in her, he reached around to grab her clit.
“Oh, God.” She hardly needed it. The way that third cock filled her ass, the way Jace had worked her nipples while he fucked her and even now while Quinn took her, had her on the sharp edge of climax already.
But Quinn wasn’t going to leave her on the edge. He pulled back and then thrust into her, gently at first, testing. Then with greater vigor, quicker, harder. At the same time, his fingers rubbed her clit.
Gemini started moaning, her excitement rising even after that incredible orgasm she’d had earlier. Quinn stretched her, fucking her ass hard now, and his fingers drove her wild. He stroked her, his fingers wet with her own moisture, quick caresses that teased and drove her higher. Then he slapped at her, little pats that sent thrills of pained pleasure through her throbbing clit.
Slamming into her, the roar of his orgasm started coming deep from within his chest. The table shuddered under her each time he crashed into her. Her own orgasm quickened, a howling, tearing force of nature. Wild with it, strung out like the worst junkie, she cried out. Cried again, and again, until she screamed.
Gemini pushed up, lifting off the table. They all held her, Jace and Clay to either side, Quinn clutching her hips with bruising need, as she wracked and shuddered. She shook and wailed, until a final moment when all was still, her whole body taut in the extreme of orgasm, all her men clenched around her. Into that moment, Quinn let out a last, quiet, helpless moan, and emptied himself into her.
She felt the burst of his cum deep within her, that final deposit, the last claiming. They were all silent, Quinn and Gemini still held in that instant of harsh ecstasy, Jace and Clay honoring the moment it was.
She was theirs. They owned her.
Chapter Seven
Gemini couldn’t do anything about the silk dress—it was all she had to wear at the moment. But she spent a good bit of the morning after her shower washing and then blowing dry her undies. She was happy for a little quiet time to herself.
After that crazy triple ass-fuck—well, maybe it wasn’t crazy. Somehow it had been claiming, committing, taking and giving and sealing some kind of deal. Anyway, Quinn had wrapped the hotel robe around her again taken her into his arms and sat on the sofa with her cuddled in his lap. Jace and Clay had taken seats, too, and they’d just been together—happy, sated, entirely content—as they finished the wine.
They’d chatted lackadaisically until finally the conversation had come around to Capricorn. Then the guys got into it, making an effort to outdo each other in recalling tales of their days as cadets. Gemini loved it—hearing their fondness for her brother, listening to some of the stories she’d been told in the past only from her brother’s point of view.
“That’s not the way I heard it,” she finally said, when Clay talked about “standing at the door”—their reference to taking a leap out of a plane at five thousand feet with nothing but a rectangle of nylon cloth in a pack on their backs. Sweet, reckless Cap had gotten his jump wings and gone on to join Wings of Blue, the Academy’s competitive jump team.
On their first jump, Cap had been forced to give Clay a discreet shoulder nudge to get him out the door. Or the other way around, depending, apparently, on who was telling the story.
“You know your brother lied about stuff, right?”
She smiled. Yes, she knew that. She remembered Cap and their father trying to outdo each other with wild, flying-by-the-seat-of-their-pants tall tales.
Perhaps their reminiscences were more entertaining to them than to her. In any case, she roused a little as Quinn carried her in to bed. She slept in the circle of his arms and woke at daylight to his gentle lovemaking. When they’d finished, she slipped out of bed into the bathroom. A long, hot shower and then the bit of laundry she did had given her some time to think.
The three men were back at the table when she came out of the bathroom, a spread of breakfast choices in front of them. They all stood and watched her when she entered the room.
They were all so gorgeous—brawny, handsome, wickedly sexy. She halted after a few steps, a little taken aback that they were all waiting for her. It was hard to imagine a time when she wouldn’t be stopped in her tracks at such a thing.
But almost as one, their gazes trailed slowly down her body before coming back to her eyes, and then they each smiled. She took a breath, returned their smiles, and walked to join them. She stopped for a kiss from each of them, then sat as Quinn held her chair.
The men ate as though they’d worked up an appetite and, in fact, she learned that Jace and Clay had hit the hotel fitness center—probably right about the time Quinn had been making love to her. It appeared they’d talked some among the three of them as well. When she’d set her fork down and took a last sip of coffee, and expectant silence fell, and Quinn took her hand.
“We want to get married,” he said.
“What?” She couldn’t help her response, not the entirely warranted confusion or the slightly embarrassing thrill that sent her heart soaring.
Clay clarified things. “The three of us. To you.”
Oh, yes. That was what a soaring heart felt like.
“That’s…” The most amazing thought ever. The exact thing she wanted. “Not legal.” She looked around the table at three pairs of eager eyes. “Not even in Utah, right?”
Jace quirked a smile. “No. We can’t do it legally. We can work out the details of it, but that’s how it would be in our hearts.”
“Me. Married to all of you.” They all nodded, like what they were talking about was entirely reasonable. “But it…it would hardly be a normal life.”
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nbsp; “It would be normal to us.” Jace said it like it was simple.
But it wasn’t. “It wouldn’t be right. I’d be keeping you all from finding your own relationships. From making your own lives with a woman of your own.”
Clay waved his hand. “Yeah. I’m sitting here thinking, great idea. I wish these other two bozos would find their own women, so I can have you all to myself. What are you thinking, Jace?”
“I wish these other two bozos would find themselves another woman. I’d like you all to myself.”
Her eyes had moved from Clay to Jace. She turned to Quinn. He simply nodded.
Jace spoke again. “We’re thirty-three years old, Gem. We’ve known a lot of women. Not a one of us has ever had thoughts of making ties that last forever until we met you.”
Quinn was still holding her hand and he gave it a squeeze. “Why should it be surprising that we’d all fall for the same woman? It makes perfect sense that we’d want the same thing. That we’d all want you.”
Clay lifted her other hand and took it to his lips. “We can make it work, sweetheart. However it makes sense. But we want you in our lives every day. We want you to wake up with one of us every morning.”
“We want children.” That might have come as news to Jace and Clay, but Quinn spoke with blunt certainty.
Jace sat back and considered. “Yeah. I guess we do.”
Gemini shook her head. They were like a three-headed devil, tempting her to risk eternal damnation by offering the thing she wanted most. “That may not be possible.”
Quinn looked at her steadily. “I’m not worried.”
That brought tears to her eyes.
Jace lifted a shoulder. “We want you, Gemmy. We love you. Anything more will just be icing.”
She looked across the table at him, longing for what they offered. “I love icing.”
“We’ll do our best for you.”
Quinn said more. “We’ll spend every day of our lives trying to make you happy.”
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