by Zoey Marcel
She rolled her eyes. “Please. Flex your abs for me.”
He flexed and she nearly swooned with a big stupid grin on her face. All she saw was definition on an over-forty seasoned hottie. Was he bodybuilder huge? No. He wasn’t even actor pumped up for a movie role big, but he wasn’t a skinny teenager with slight tone either. His medium build had enough muscle to put most men to shame even if his drool-worthy structure was more attainable than some. To her he was a god, as were her other cowboys.
Greyson snickered at her smitten teenybopper glaze as she ogled him. “Diego looks better than me. He’s not huge either, but he’s perfect.”
The affection that radiated from him warmed her up inside. They were beautiful together. She moved her sudsy hands to his puffed up shaft and began to stroke him gently. His eyes closed and his guttural moan told her she had him where she wanted him.
“Do you ever kiss him?” she asked timidly.
Greyson’s eyes popped open and he acted caught off guard. “Diego?”
She nodded.
“Sometimes. Why?”
Mellie shrugged and focused on cupping his heavy balls. His breathing came out labored when she started to roll them in steady circles.
“You—” Diego’s presence cut him off. “About time.”
Diego shed his clothes quickly before joining them. “I will take her ass and you may have her cunt.”
Greyson snorted. “Mighty considerate of you to give me permission to fill what belongs to me.”
Diego turned Mellie a little and then worked lubricant into her anus with his fingers. “I knew you would appreciate my generosity.”
Greyson smirked and spread the lather into her hypersensitive folds. A gasping cry fled from her as his insistent digits washed her there. Even the spray from the water made her clit throb in carnal recollection when he rinsed her off.
“Melanie, I want you busy while I lubricate my cock. Kiss Greyson while I do so,” Diego instructed.
Her heart stuttered. Greyson seemed as surprised as she was. What if he didn’t want her to kiss him? She took a gulp of air and hesitated.
“Is there a problem?” Diego asked in a clipped tone.
She grimaced. “I don’t think Greyson would like that.”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I?” Greyson demanded.
“You only kiss men.”
“Excuse me?”
Diego grinned. “You flatter me, dolce, but I can assure you Greyson has kissed his share of women.”
“Just not me,” she mumbled.
Greyson looked pissed. “Because I’m a charity case to you. No different than Danny or Saul were to you.”
Her jaw dropped. Such was her state of shock her teeth would be laying on the floor if not for the facial tendons trying to steady her outrage. “That’s not true. How can you say that?”
“You know it is. That’s what you do. You put yourself in relationships with pathetic men nobody gives a damn about to try to save them. It’s either that or you’re a masochist with an affinity for dead-end relationships. You deserve better.”
“Thank you…you asshole. I care about you.”
“Both of you knock it off,” Diego warned.
When Greyson and Mellie ignored him, their argument was cut short by a physical intervention. Diego grabbed Greyson by the balls and hooked his finger up inside Mellie’s ass so deep it brought her up on her toes.
“Listen to me, both of you. I know you two better than you realize. Melanie, you will apologize to Greyson for insulting him.”
“But he was being—”
Diego stopped her short with just a look.
She sighed and dropped her eyes submissively. “I’m sorry, Greyson, Sir.”
Greyson nodded.
“And you…” Diego turned to him. “Apologize to me.”
“What the hell for?”
“For saying that no one gives a damn about you. Do I have to remind you of all the times I’ve been there for you and understood you when everyone else said you were an ass?”
Mellie felt bad. She didn’t want to be like everyone else to Greyson. She wanted to be as important in his life as Diego was. She made a mental note not to ever insult him again.
“It was a figure of speech,” Greyson said in irritation. “Get your hand off my nuts.”
His features contorted with discomfort when Diego looked him right in the eye and squeezed his sac unapologetically.
“I do not care for figures of speech. I prefer you to say what you mean. If words aren’t enough for you, I would be more than happy to lodge my dick up your ass and fuck the reminder of my feelings back into you.”
Greyson flushed with color and averted his eyes, stealing her heart all over again. “I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you.” Diego’s lips twitched in a mischievous smile. “Apologize to Melanie for being an ass.”
“Excuse me? You just rebuked her for calling me that.”
“She’s your submissive. She had no right. I’m your Dom and I will not have discord between the two of you when I’m in the mood to fuck.”
Greyson rolled his eyes. “Now who’s the ass?”
Diego’s brows elevated a bit and his dark eyes took on that “Is that how you want to play this” mode. Smiling devilishly when he saw someone enter the shower, he pulled his fingers out of Mellie and moved his free hand to grasp Greyson’s penis. Mellie’s mouth watered when his flesh swelled in Diego’s grip.
“It makes no difference to me whose ass I fuck tonight,” Diego murmured.
Pre-cum seeped from the slit as Greyson’s gaze transferred to her. “I’m sorry.”
Diego let go of him and then lubed his own cock.
When the woman on the other end was done showering and had toweled off and then left, the trio was alone again.
Mellie touched Greyson’s arm. “I really am sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to make you feel like a charity case.”
His expression eased and became more affable. “I’m sorry, too.”
Both men sandwiched her in before Diego picked her up and lowered her onto Greyson’s erection. Her drawn out moan joined his and she felt so full and sensitized inside. His flesh throbbed and burned against her inner walls. His drenched skin stuck to hers and warmed her up where their chests and bellies touched.
“You’re so beautiful, Melanie,” Greyson whispered.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She locked her legs around him and felt hands spreading open her ass cheeks. The broad head of Diego’s cock thrilled her anus with a gentle brush over it before pressing unpleasant pressure there. The slick trail of lube eased his way, but his girth wasn’t anything to laugh at. It proved itself with every dull burn it sparked as it wiggled past her snug grip of muscle.
Mellie felt faint when she heard the door open.
“You said exhibition was a soft limit for you,” Greyson reminded her in a low octave. “How soft are we talking?”
She gave him a meek smile, bracing herself against the dick waging war on her tight passage. “Very soft, Sir.”
Greyson flashed her a grin and then kissed the tip of her nose. The endearing gesture reminded her that the hard-ass had a tender side. At times she wondered if only she and Diego had ever witnessed it.
Speaking of Diego…blessings to the saints, had he always been this big? Maybe he was extra aroused tonight. It was the first time she’d ever been double-teamed by Greyson and Diego together. Their cocks were the biggest of her five cowboys.
This time a middle-aged woman showered off under one of the spraying heads. Her breasts sagged, possibly from nurturing the next generation, and she had visible flaws on her body, but she was in reasonably good shape for someone of her age. The freckles splattered all over her pale skin made her body interesting. Mellie liked that the woman had enough confidence in herself to bare it all in public, loose skin and stretch marks be damned.
More than that, she liked that the woman kept her glances at their threes
ome discreet rather than leering at them.
Diego finally nested his prick fully inside her. He held Mellie’s thighs up and she rested her arms over Greyson’s shoulders and threaded her fingers together, clasping her hands.
The men began to stroke inside her and this time two males came in and showered. They seemed more like friends than lovers as they conversed quietly while washing off. They were less tactful about taking in their three-way. Both men grinned at each other and had their tongues hanging out while Greyson and Diego had their way with Mellie.
Being observed while having sex was as humiliating as it was a massive turn-on. It didn’t seem to matter whether it was a man or woman watching them. These people saw this and she grew hot because of it.
Mellie buried her face in Greyson’s neck and breathed in the intoxicating natural scent of him mixed with Rain Zest or whatever fresh, clean fragrance the shower gel was called. She felt loved and protected while trapped between the two of them. She didn’t know which part of their bodies inflamed her more—their hard, slippery torsos baking against her soft skin, or their monstrous erections tunneling deep into her body.
Their cocks had her sweet spot burning up again. It would take nothing to set her off when her G-spot was this swollen and afflicted with heat. Overpowering tingles and blistering fire devoured the thin threads of composure that held her lady in public persona together. The inferno spread and plagued her with euphoric shudders and violent tremors. Her holes constricted around their impossibly wide shafts, tearing poorly muted cries from them as they tried to hold back their releases.
“G–god,” she breathed.
Public nudity was one thing, but hollering out in the heat of the moment was quite another. When her climax intensified, she didn’t have a choice. A tormented cry wrung from her throat at the fullness that wouldn’t let her contract completely like she needed to. She dug her nails into Greyson’s skin as the pleasure hummed like a swarm of determined hornets through her body.
She might find relief if they’d stop thrusting while she came. They didn’t let up. Greyson’s defeated noises became louder and his ruthless jabs told her he’d found his own release. His cockhead throbbed angrily and his hot cum singed her delicate tissues.
While they held each other and shivered, Diego kept digging deep inside her. Every scrape of his long, turgid cock into her rectum penetrated through the thin wall of flesh that separated her ass and her vagina. Its sheerness and the plumpness of her stimulated gland on the other side ensured that there was no escape.
Another orgasm passed through her, this one softer, longer.
“Oh god,” Mellie sobbed and held onto Greyson while she came.
He nuzzled her while her body quaked with soft, enduring ripples and searing waves of pleasure. Diego’s thrusts became harder and faster. His manic stabs made her ass burn and ache, but her pussy wouldn’t stop imploding on itself. Her wetness sluiced over Greyson’s still inserted cock and her eyes glazed and watered in the white-hot clutches taking over her.
Her finale passed and left her a writhing, sweaty mess. Diego stifled his roar and erupted in her ass. The blazing juices from his body made her sob when they washed over her sore anal tissues. He panted hard and leaned his head forward against her like he’d been beaten.
When it finally occurred to her to look around her, she saw that the woman was gone. The men had gotten out of the shower and were redressing, but they took their precious time about doing it. When they left, Diego and Greyson pulled out of her and set her down, chuckling at her legs wobbling and how she needed their support to stand.
After washing together, Diego dried off and redressed first. “I’ll be in the hall.”
At first she thought nothing of it, but when she found herself alone with Greyson she began to wonder if maybe Diego had left on purpose.
They were quiet while they toweled off and then redressed. Her cunt wouldn’t stop throbbing and oozing, and her legs felt like jelly. She kept watching Greyson and feeling like she should say what was on her mind.
When they were clothed again, he picked up the bag. “You coming?”
“Yeah.” Her pulse sprinted like a track runner at the Olympics as she saw him turn to leave. “I love you, Greyson.”
He froze with his back to her and the sudden vulnerability that plagued her was even more staggering than being naked in front of strangers had been. Slowly he turned to face her, countenance afflicted with the same exposure she felt.
“I hurt for you because I love you, not because I pity you.”
His lips bulged for a brief second when his tongue moved in his mouth. The look of complete nakedness never left his eyes. “I love you, too.”
His eyes said he meant it, but the hushed, inexperienced way he voiced those words told her he’d never spoken them to a woman before. Knowing that made them mean all the more to her, particularly when they shared a smile before he turned away.
She heard the door shut and fiddled with her damp hair. An unexpected footfall had her pivoting to face the door where he’d been standing. He didn’t say anything as he slowly drew near her and made eye contact with her in a deep, telling way.
When his lips touched hers she sighed a little. He brushed another kiss on her lips and drank in her features in a heavy silence foiled only by intense breathing. His lips were shaped nicely and had the perfect balance of firmness and softness that she liked in a man.
This time his mouth opened and he gave her tongue. They engaged in a slow, romantic kiss for a long but all too fleeting moment with their arms around each other. The raw heat and sexuality in the kiss came through and made her want to remain glued to his face indefinitely. Their bodies pressed lightly against each other and it made her smile when she felt him starting to get hard again.
Greyson broke the kiss, still holding onto her. “Why didn’t you call me years ago after you left Saul?”
His question puzzled her. Then it hit her and she gaped at him in disbelief. “You? You’re that hot cowboy who asked me out on my break in L.A. eleven years ago?”
He smiled and nodded. “Diego is the friend who was with me that night.”
“Oh my god.”
“Now answer my question. Shit. Why are you crying?”
She put her hand to her mouth and lidded her eyes for a moment, milking the silent tears from her ducts. When her eyes opened she raised them to his. “Saul broke my cell phone before I could memorize your number. After he and I weren’t together anymore, I couldn’t remember your name. I tried so hard to remember. It really depressed me that I couldn’t.”
He pulled her against him when her weeping turned into feeble sobs. She stained his shirt with her tears and held onto him like he was her lifeline.
“I can’t believe it’s really you. I’m so happy you’re here.”
“I’m glad you’re here. I thought about you over the years. I didn’t recognize you when I saw you again, not until Saul told me who you were when he stabbed me in the leg a while back.”
She mewled and clung to him. “I thought about you, too, so many times. Sometimes I pretended that you and Diego were my husbands, or at the very least I fantasized that we got to have our three-way. Is that silly?”
“Not at all. I used to imagine the same thing. The other women weren’t you. It made me really crabby.”
She giggled through her tears. “Thank you. Does Diego know?”
“I haven’t told him yet.”
“We’ve got to tell him.” She started to hurry past him, but he tugged her back to him.
“In a minute.”
He pulled her into another moist, heated French kiss. She couldn’t help smiling against his lips and felt his curling as well.
It suddenly occurred to her why he hadn’t kissed her before this. He’d been waiting until he was sure she loved him. She’d put herself out there telling him that and the magic that resulted was heaven on earth.
Chapter Nine
Greyson sto
rmed into the house, dripping wet from the downpour outside. He couldn’t stop shaking, but whether this was attributed to his drenched clothes or his overwhelming shock he couldn’t say for certain.
He couldn’t leave town. Something unseen wouldn’t let him pass the McKenna Downs borders. When he’d gotten back into his truck he recalled the engraving on the back of the watch that Diego had given him, and he knew. He just knew.
Greyson stood in the living room, soaked and chilled from the cool streams of water that slithered down his shirt from his damp hair.
Diego stood from where he’d been sitting on the couch, waiting for him apparently. “Where have you been? I want to talk to you.”
“You son of a bitch,” Greyson said in an unsteady murmur.
“I beg your pardon?”
“That watch you gave me…the inscription on the back…”
The confusion left Diego’s eyes and his expression transformed into one of startling knowledge. “What about it?”
“What does esclavo mean?”
The long pause was maddening.
“It means slave.”
Greyson’s eyes shut briefly and he sucked in a sharp breath of air as a myriad of conflicting emotions washed over him. His trembling fingers curled into his palms. He felt hot and cold at once. His lungs felt like they were being crushed under the weight of one emotion while his cock stirred for another reason.
His shaky voice darkened with ugliness, serving as an ally to his taut face muscles. “You bastard, I can’t leave town.”
Diego looked at him curiously before a light came on. “You’re under the curse now?”
“Yes, damn it! You do not own me.”
“Evidently I do, even in your heart, or you would not be under my control.”
Greyson stomped toward him with clenched fists and Diego’s name at the top of his shit list. “You tricked me.”
“I did no such thing. To my knowledge the curse only applied to taken women of McKenna Downs, not to submissive men.”
“I do not submit to you!” Greyson grabbed his arm and glared at him. “You gave me that watch to trap me here so I wouldn’t run into him again.”