Take Two

by Evangeline Anderson

  “No.” She arched her back on a gasp to force more of Holt’s shaft inside her body, making all three of them cry out in wordless pain/pleasure. “No, Holt, I want you inside me. All the way inside me—now!”

  Obeying her request without question, she felt Holt pull back a little and then sink his thick cock fully into her body until his hips were flush with her bottom, filling her completely, finishing what his partner had started, completing the circle.

  They held still, all three of them motionless for a moment, feeling the warm electrical current flow between them as the T-link opened to its widest wavelength and bathed them all in a powerful pulse of sensation. Then, driven by instinct and need, Sadie felt both Blakely and Holt begin to move inside her, setting a rhythm between them that was almost more than she could bear.

  Goddess…oh, Goddess, she moaned inside her head, feeling their pleasure as she did her own, the pleasure of plunging into her wet, willing flesh, the pleasure of riding her hard and deep as she accepted them both into her body and heart and soul. She had never felt so filled before, had never been so open or needed to be.

  “Love you baby, love you so much…” It was Blakely beneath her, reaching between them to where they were joined to rub one callused finger over the soft, wet opening between her cunt lips, caressing the tender bud of her clit until she thought she might scream.

  “Goddess, Sadie. Love to make love to you, love to fuck your sweet ass and cunt.” That was Holt, gasping as he rose over her, wrapping his arms around her to pinch and twist her tender nipples as he thrust into her body. He was filling her completely as Blakely pulled almost all the way out and then reversing their positions as he pulled back and his partner plunged in all the way.

  Sadie cried and moaned between them, a purely sexual creature, helpless to do anything but to give in to the overwhelming sensation of being filled utterly with two thick cocks at once. She could feel her orgasm coming, pulsing up from between her legs where she was pierced by their thick shafts, and she knew that the moment it took her their joining would be complete. When she came and felt them come as well, pulsing into her pussy and ass, filling her with their seed, the Life-bond would be forged forever. There would be no going back.

  She didn’t want to go back.

  “Goddess!” she cried out loud. “More, I need more!” Blakely and Holt slowed for a moment and then there was a subtle shift in their rhythm. Sadie realized that they had changed the pattern of their strokes. Now, instead of Holt pulling out while Blakely pushed in and vice versa, they were both pulling out at the same time and both surging forward to fill her at once. They were fucking her in perfect tandem.

  The shift in their rhythm and the feeling of being so completely filled and possessed by her two lovers at the exact same time was too much. Sadie felt herself tilt over the edge, falling into orgasm and taking them with her.

  With a wordless cry her back arched in a spasm of pure ecstasy. Inner muscles clamped down hard, squeezing and milking the cocks inside her. A hoarse shout came from Blakely and a deep groan from Holt as both men thrust deep inside her body and pulsed into her. They filled her to overflowing with their cum and forged the unbreakable Life-bond forever.

  “Hey, sweetheart, you okay?”

  Sadie opened her eyes and realized that Blakely was talking to her. Had she been asleep? She stretched languorously, aware that she was lying on her side, sandwiched between two warm, slightly sweaty male bodies and that all three of them were naked. It seemed she could remember a similar awakening and she also remembered feeling horrified to find herself in such a position, but this time it seemed all right. After all, it was only Blakely and Holt holding her close between them. Their warmth gave her a feeling of peace and safety she had never felt before. Her men were with her, protecting her, loving her. Nothing could hurt them as long as they stayed together, she was sure about that.

  “Is she okay?” The voice came from behind her. Holt.

  “I’m fine.” She wiggled a little to get more comfortable between them. “Why, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothin’ except you kinda passed out there for a minute after we all…” Blakely’s voice trailed off a little, but he had said enough to jog Sadie’s memory. Being pressed between them, the heat and pressure of two thick cocks filling her…she should be sore, she supposed, but all she felt was a mild, delicious ache between her legs. She felt slippery and hot there, too, and realized she was probably leaking their cum everywhere, but she didn’t seem to be able to make herself care. Wow, it’s like afterglow times ten, she thought, wiggling some more to feel both hard bodies against her. A naughty little cat-that-got-the-cream—type smile spread over her face, and she was helpless to stop it. Why should I try to stop it? I did get the cream…all over me, inside me, everywhere. That thought made her laugh out loud and she opened her eyes to see Blakely staring at her with an expression that was half puzzled, half worried in his indigo eyes. Turning her head to the side, she saw Holt leaning over her with the same look in his sapphire depths.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” she scolded, trying not to grin. “Can I help it if I just feel good? Anyway, it’s not me you should be worried about. What about Blake’s arm?” She twisted a little and half sat up in bed so that she could see the appendage in question. Blakely grinned and flexed the right arm, which was completely free of any red lines or swelling, making an impressive muscle for her to feel before she collapsed on his chest in a fit of giggles.

  “What’s gotten into her?” she heard him ask as he pulled her close and pressed a tender kiss in her messy hair.

  “I think…I think she’s a little bit drunk. Maybe from the bond. It was pretty intense, you know?”

  “Mmm, ya don’t haveta remind me,” Blakely rumbled. “Never came so hard in my life.”

  “Me either,” Holt admitted, leaning down to kiss the bare nape of Sadie’s neck, making her giggle and squirm again.

  “That makes three of us.” Sadie rolled over so she could look at them both. She could feel the solid weight of Blakely in her mind and the shining thread that was Holt’s consciousness as well. Through the Life-bond, a thick, unbreakable cable that bound them all together, she could feel the way she seemed to them as well, soft and beautiful and sweet as a single drop of honey on the tip of the tongue. Goddess, but she loved them both so much! If only there was a way to show them.

  Looking up into the two pairs of blue eyes and feeling their gazes heat her skin as they roved over her soft, naked, newly opened body, Sadie began to have an idea. Arching her back to thrust her breasts, topped with already hardening nipples into the air, she purred, “Boys, I think I’m ready for round two.”

  Epilogue

  It was a triple joining, at least Sadie thought you could call it that. Where Holt had found a priestess willing to perform such an unusual ceremony was beyond her, but she knew pretty well that the tall blond could talk almost anyone around when he wanted. Blakely pointed out that they shouldn’t ask questions, but just be glad that Holt was such a silver-tongued bastard, to which she agreed.

  It was a small, private ceremony, attended by a few of Holt and Blakely’s fellow officers that knew about the Tandem chips and, surprisingly enough to Sadie, by Prissy De Tangelen. Her blond hair swayed gently overhead as she nodded to the solemn chords of the joining march, and Blakely did such an obvious double-take that Sadie had to elbow him sharply to keep him in line.

  She had sent invitations back to Goshen, of course, not that she had much hope of any of her old friends and relations coming to see. Aunt Minnie didn’t reply at all, but Gerald sent his invitation back with all three of their names circled. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” he had written in red marks-a-lot over the front.

  It made Sadie sad that she had no one from her former life to share her joy, but any sorrow was completely forgotten when Blakely slipped a silver ring on her left hand and Holt slipped a gold band on her right and she heard the priestess say those magic words,
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I now present to you Mr. and Mr. and Mrs. Blakely-Holtstein. You may now kiss the bride—both of you.”

  Two heads, one light and one dark ducked toward her, sharing the sweetest three-way kiss in history and Sadie felt like her heart might burst with happiness. She had finally found the men of her dreams—both of them—and she intended to live happily ever after.

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  Suddenly a large, proprietary hand slid around Kit’s hip to flatten across her stomach. She didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Jake. Even in the crowded dance club, she could pick up his scent, soapy clean with a hint of his own special musk. Without a word he pulled her back against him. The rigid length of his erection grinding rhythmically against her ass let her know her dance floor antics had been effective.

  What she hadn’t counted on was her own swift response. Sure, he’d gotten the best of her in the wine cellar, but she’d written it off as a result of not having had sex since her last “friend with benefits” had done the unthinkable and actually wanted an exclusive relationship. She’d had to cut all ties and hadn’t found a suitable replacement in the last six months.

  Tonight, she’d only meant to tease and torment Jake, give him a taste of what he wanted but couldn’t have. Now she wasn’t so sure he’d be able to stick with that game plan. The memory of her gut wrenching orgasm pulsed through her, her nerve endings dancing along her skin with no more than his hand caressing her stomach and his cock grinding against her rear. His broad palm slid up until his long fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts, barely covered by the thin silk of her top.

  She was vaguely aware of Sabrina raising a knowing eyebrow as she moved over to dance with one of the other groomsmen.

  Without thinking she raised one arm, hooking it around his neck as she pressed back against the hard wall of his chest. Hot breath caressed her neck before his teeth latched gently on her earlobe. The throbbing beat of the music echoed between her legs, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold him off, not when he was so good at noticing and exploiting her weakness.

  “Let’s go,” he whispered gruffly, taking her hand and tugging her towards the edge of the floor.

  She wasn’t that easy. “What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?” she replied, breaking his hold and shimmying away.

  A mocking smile curved his full, sensuous mouth. “Wasn’t that what your little show was all about? Driving me crazy until I take you home and prove to you exactly how good it could be between us?” To emphasize his point, he shoved his thigh between hers until the firm muscles pressed deliciously against her already wet sex. “What happened earlier was just a taste, Kit. Don’t lie and tell me you don’t want the whole feast.”

  She moaned as his mouth pressed hot and wet against her throat, wishing she had it in her to be a vindictive tease and leave him unsatisfied, aching for her body.

  But her body wouldn’t let her play games, and she was too smart to pass up an opportunity for what she instinctively knew would be the best sex of her life. Jake was right. She wanted him. Wanted to feel his hands and mouth all over her bare skin. Wanted to see if his cock was as long and thick and hard as she remembered. Wanted to see if he’d finally learned how to use it.

  And why not? She was a practical, modern woman who believed in casual sex as long as her pleasure was assured and no strings were attached. What could be more string free than a hot vacation fling with a guy who lived on the opposite side of the country? And this time she’d have the satisfaction of leaving him without so much as a goodbye.

  Decision made, she grabbed his hand and led him towards the door. “Let’s hope you haven’t oversold yourself, cowboy.”

  “Baby, I’m gonna give you the ride of your life.”

  Outside, downtown Cabo San Lucas rang with the sounds of traffic and boisterous tourists. Jake hustled her into a taxi van’s back row and in rapid Spanish he gave the driver the villa’s address and negotiated a rate.

  Hidden by several rows of seats, Kit had no modesty when he pulled her into his arms, capturing her mouth in a rough, lusty kiss. Opening wide, she sucked him hard, sliding her tongue against his, exploring the hot moist recesses of his mouth. Her breath tightened in quick pants as he tugged her blouse aside and settled a hand over her bare breast, kneading, plumping the soft flesh before grazing his thumb over the rock hard tip.

  Muffled sounds of pleasure stuck in her throat. She couldn’t ever remember being so aroused, dying to feel his naked skin against her own, wanting to absorb every hard inch of him inside her. She unbuttoned his shirt with shaky hands, exploring the rippling muscles of his chest and abs. He was leaner now than he’d been at twenty-two, not as bulked up as he’d been when he played football for the UCLA. The sprinkling of dark hair had grown thicker as well, teasing and tickling her fingers, reminding her that the muscles that shifted and bulged under her hands belonged to a man, not a boy.

  Speaking of which…

  She nipped at his bottom lip and slid her hand lower, over his fly until her palm pressed flat against a rock hard column of flesh. The taxi took a sharp curve, sending them sliding across the bench seat until Kit lay halfway across Jake’s chest. He took the opportunity to reach under her skirt and cup the bare cheeks of her ass, while she seized the chance to unzip his fly and reach greedily inside the waistband of his boxers.

  Hot pulsing flesh filled her hand to overflowing. Her fingers closed around him, measuring him from root to tip and they exchanged soft groans in each others mouths. He was huge, long and so thick her fingers barely closed around him. It had hurt like a beast when he’d taken her virginity. But now she couldn’t wait to feel his enormous cock sliding inside her stretching her walls, driving harder and deeper than any man ever had.

  She traced her thumb over the ripe head, spreading the slippery beads of moisture forming at the tip. Her own sex wept in response. Unable to control herself, she reached down and pulled up her skirt, climbing fully onto his lap. She couldn’t wait, her pussy aching for his invasion. God this was going to be good.

  If anyone had told her twelve years ago that someday she’d be having sex with Jake Donovan in a Mexican taxicab, she would have called that person insane.

  Pulling her thong aside, she slid herself over him, teasing his cock with the hot kiss of her body, letting the bulbous head slip and slide along her drenched slit. She eased over him until she held the very tip of him inside…

  The taxi jerked abruptly to a stop, and Kit dazedly realized they’d reached the villa. With quick, efficient motions Jake straightened her skirt and shifted her off him, then gingerly tucked his mammoth erection back into his pants. With one last, hard kiss he helped her down from the van and paid the driver as though he hadn’t been millimeters away from ramming nine thick inches into her pussy in the back of the man’s cab.

  Kit waited impatiently by the door, pretending not to see the driver’s leer. Like they were the first couple to engage in hot and heavy foreplay. Jake strode over, pinning her against the door as he reached for the knob and turned.

  And turned again. He swore softly.

  “What is it?” Kit was busy licking and nibbling her way down the strip of flesh exposed by Jake’s still unbuttoned shirt. He tasted insanely good, salty and warm.

  “I don’t suppose you have a key?”

  She groaned and leaned her head back against the door. “I didn’t take one.” There were only four keys to the villa, and when they went out they all made sure they had designated male and female keyholders. Unfortunately tonight, Kit wasn’t one of them, and apparently, neither was Jake. “What time does the housekeeper leave?”

  Jake looked at his watch. “Two hours ago.”

  He bent over and picked up the welcome mat, then inspected all the potted plants placed around the entry for a hidden key. Watching the way his ass muscles flexed agai
nst the soft khaki fabric of his slacks, Kit knew she was mere seconds away from pushing him down and having him right here on the slate tiled patio.

  He straightened, running a frustrated hand through his thick dark hair. Eyes glittering with frustrated lust, he muttered, “There has to be a way in here.”

  “Through the back,” Kit said. All they had to do was scale the wall that surrounded the villa. The house had several sets of sliding glass doors leading out to the huge patio and pool area. One of them was bound to be unlocked.

  With a little grunting and shoving, Jake managed to boost Kit over the six-foot wall before hoisting himself over. Holding hands and giggling like idiots, they ran across the patio. But Jake stopped her before she reached the first set of doors.

  “Doesn’t that look inviting?”

  She turned to find him looking at the pool. Wisps of steam rose in curly tendrils off the surface. The patio lights were off, the only illumination generated from the nearly full moon bouncing its silver light off the dark water. A smile curved her mouth and renewed heat pulsed low in her belly. “I could get into a little water play.”

  He pulled her to the side of the pool and quickly stripped off her top. Kit arched her back and moaned up to the sky as he paused to suck each nipple as it peaked in the cool night air. Her legs trembled at the hot, wet pull of his lips, her vagina fluttering and contracting as it arched for more direct attention.