Her heart overflowed when Lewis’s eyes teared, when he slid his chair back and then plucked her right off hers and brought her to his lap, turning her mid-air so that she straddled him. Randy moved subtly closer, and the heat from both their bodies warmed her down to her core.
“We weren’t coming to Lusty for this.” He ran his hands up and down her arms. “We weren’t even going to look for you yet, but that doesn’t seem to matter, because there you were, and here you are. I love you, Michaela Powell. And you need to know, that’s forever.”
Lewis held her as if she were the most delicate thing, ever. But when he kissed her, he kissed her hot and hard, and she felt almost, but not completely, branded.
Her tongue danced with his, seduced by his, and she drank him in even as she surrendered completely to the embrace of his arms and the possession of his mouth. The press of his hardened cock, separated from her by their jeans, felt good and right and made her juices flow.
Randy’s hand caressed her back, a sweet yet completely erotic gesture. Lewis released her lips, and Randy’s hand stroked her chin, turning her face toward him.
“No, we weren’t coming to Lusty for this, but I had such hope. I had so much hope that, when we got here, destiny would step in. I knew it the moment we entered that roadhouse, before I even laid eyes on you. My soul felt yours, and that’s the God’s honest truth. I love you, Michaela. And yeah, forever might just be long enough.”
Randy leaned in, and his flavor exploded in her mouth. For a heartbeat, she could taste both men, and it was the most exotic flavor in the world. She suckled, drinking him, letting him drink her. In that moment, her joy knew no bounds. Now she felt branded, and it was the best felling in the world.
Randy lifted his lips from hers. She knew her eyes were damp. Secure in her perch on Lewis’ lap, she reached up a hand to each beloved face. She held them and found that, in a choice between them and her heritage, there was no contest at all.
“I can sell. I know you have a dream to find a place that would be yours. I can sell this and go wherever you want to go.” How easy it was to know that was the right decision. They were more important to her than anyone—or anything, including this piece of Texas ground.
Randy looked at Lewis and moved his chair just that much closer. Lewis lifted her, and somehow, she was sitting partly on both men. They both held her, and their heat and their scent sank into her, comforting and arousing at the same time.
“No, baby girl. We had that dream, but we didn’t understand it. We wanted a place to belong, and now we know it really never was about land at all. Land can’t love you back. Land can’t have your children. It was about you. We belong with you. You’re our home.”
“You’re our place, sweetheart. We’ve known that for a while, now. So if you don’t mind, we’ll just stay right here, with you.”
She felt the honesty in their touch and read absolute love in their eyes. This was more than she’d ever dared imagine. “I need you. I need you both.”
They moved so fast she giggled. It was Randy who lifted her, who held her so that her feet were nowhere near the ground. And how strong did a man have to be in order to spin her around in his arms so that his chest now pressed against her back?
“I need you too, sweetheart.” His words tickled her ear as he carried her toward the bedroom. “I need to watch you fuck my brother, and then, sweet Michaela, I need to feel my cock in your ass.”
Michaela shivered and could have sworn that her pussy released more of her nectar onto her panties.
“I love it when you play with my ass. I didn’t think I would. I’ve wanted you there for a long time.” There was one more thing she wanted, that she never could have believed she would. She very much wanted to have both her lovers’ cocks inside her body at the same time. She knew it was referred to as a couple of things—double penetration being one. She liked the name that Jenny had for it—the ménage. Three bodies made one in a moment of sheer and perfect intimacy.
They’d stopped in the bedroom, a few steps from the foot of the bed. Lewis stepped in front of her and bent down to brush his lips against hers. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?”
What was it about the way these two men spoke to her that got her so horny? She didn’t know, but she hoped it never, ever stopped. “Very. Everything inside me is crying for you both.”
“No crying.” He kissed her again, and then Randy set her on her feet. “No crying—just submission. Let’s try that this time and see if you’d like more.”
She’d told them, in the beginning, that she wasn’t certain if that “D/s” vibe was something she’d want. Now, she suspected it was not only something she wanted. It might just be something she needed. That girls’ night with those women who were avowed submissives still shone in her memory. So she thought about all she’d heard, and then she gave him the one answer she figured would tell him all she didn’t yet know quite how to say.
“Just tell me what to do…Sir.”
Lewis’s eyes gleamed bright. Joy, palpable and real, emanated from him. Standing just a tad straighter, he held her gaze as he nodded.
“Obey, baby girl. If you’re worried about anything, say ‘yellow’ and we’ll pause. If you’re scared, say ‘red’.”
She wasn’t going to be worried or scared. Instead of saying that, though, she lowered her gaze then lifted it again to meet his.
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’re going to strip you now.” She’d never been undressed so fast in her entire life. Then Randy eased her back while Lewis dropped his clothing. It didn’t matter that it was late morning, didn’t matter the sun shone through the curtains on her window or that the rest of the world was doing and going and seeing.
This was their private place, their personal bower. This was sacred. Michaela knew there was no place else in the world she wanted to be, and no other men she’d ever want to be with.
Lewis crawled onto the bed, and the sight of his delicious ass and his bulging sac swaying as he crawled made her mouth water. He reached the pillows, turned over, then placed his hands behind his head.
“Come here, woman. Crawl up my body and impale yourself on my cock. Now.”
Oh, yeah. The images in her mind included a whole lot more than just obeying his command. She met his gaze and then got onto the bed, on her hands and knees. She stopped and met his gaze.
“May I, Sir?”
Her woman’s heart swelled at the shiver that possessed him, and the look in his eyes that was pure lust.
“You may.”
Michaela paused at his ankles and gave each anklebone a nuzzle and a lick. She loved the subtle saltiness of their flesh, and she thought each part of their amazing bodies carried a different flavor. Her gaze locked on his as she stalked him, taking a moment to give each knee the same sensual attention. Sniff, lick, and didn’t her man just shiver once more in response to her attention? He did, indeed.
Only a little bit of distance separated his knees from his wonderfully hard cock. So big. So yummy. She nuzzled him, burying her nose in his pubic hair. Inhaling deeply, his base man-scent inspired her pussy to become even wetter. And because her gaze was locked on his, she read the hope there, the joy just trembling in the wings, waiting to bloom.
How could she resist the hope in his eyes or that look on his face?
Michaela started at his balls and gave him a long, lavish lick all the way up his shaft to his cock’s now glistening head. She captured that pearly drop of fluid just before she sucked him right into her mouth. She drew on him with a deep, rhythmic suction. Moving her head, she slid her tongue along his shaft as she suckled. His hips undulated, and she eased the hold she had on him so he could thrust as he would. His fingers combed through her hair and then tugged.
Michaela released his cock with a wet pop and grinned at him.
“Siren. I may be your Dom, but you have such power over me. Did you know that? Now come here. Take my cock inside your cunt. Fuck me, baby girl.”
In that moment Michaela was ever so happy she was no longer on those antibiotics. She moved up his body, slow and steady. She brushed her breasts across his chest and took a moment to rub her pussy against his cock. She felt her juices coating his shaft and herself as she rubbed back and forth over it—and saw in his eyes the exact moment that controlling part of his personality surged to the fore. Giggling, she waited until he’d lifted her body those few inches she needed. Then she reached for his cock and brought it to the opening of her pussy.
And sank onto him with a groan of pure joy.
Lewis clamped his hands on her waist but didn’t take over. He’s making sure I don’t lose my balance. His fingers didn’t flex so much as they each, in turn, seemed to just pet her.
She met and held his gaze then began a sultry, sexy dance. If music played in her mind, it was the music of pure love. As much as she enjoyed orgasms—what’s not to enjoy? —she loved more this gift of submission, which was in truth a gift of pleasure. Her lover’s eyes showed lust, his body emitted even more heat, and she felt his cock become harder within the tight clasp of her body.
“No other woman, ever.” He moved his hands up and down her sides just a little then squeezed gently. “You’re all. You’re everything.”
“That’s what the two of you are to me. All. Everything. Oh, Lewis, yes.”
Since he’d flexed within her, she returned the favor by clenching her pelvic floor muscles. He groaned and grew even harder.
“Gotta love Kegel, whoever the hell she is.”
Unplanned, Michaela’s laughter bubbled out of her, soft and low and sexy. “Yes, we all appreciate the unintended consequences of the exercise named after him.”
His grin flashed. She loved Lewis’s smile. When he’d first arrived in Lusty, he hadn’t smiled much at all. But now, this lover seemed…freer, somehow.
As if reading her thoughts, he nodded. “You’ve healed my heart and inspired me to see life differently. I guess when your heart is full of love, smiles, and laughter, and peace come easier. That’s your doing, baby girl.”
“That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
To be like this, making love with one lover while the other was watching, was not something she’d ever imagined for herself. But this was right. She was theirs, and they, by damn, were hers.
She heard the sounds behind her and understood what they meant. Randy had stripped, and then he’d donned a condom and applied the lube. They’d agreed that condoms would be used for anal sex. I’ve wanted this for so long. I need to feel them both in my ass.
A fine sheen of perspiration coated her flesh. Lewis drew her down until her breasts were on his naked chest. She felt her climax close, so close.
Randy began to stroke over her anus, and the sensation of the lubricant being spread over her rosebud shot her arousal impossibly high.
“Come with me, Michaela.” Lewis’s voice conveyed his emotion with a deep tremor. “Come now.”
She whimpered and shivered as the cock within her began to pulse. As she felt the heat of Lewis’s semen bathing her womb, Randy pressed his fingers into her anus, and she came.
Waves and pulses of pure pleasure, mind-blowing zaps of electrical thrills assailed her body, leaving no nerve ending untouched. Spasm after spasm contracted her pussy, and the low curses of her lover, overcome with his own orgasm, were the beat and the center and the soul of the music they made together.
Before she was ready, Lewis lifted her just enough for his cock to slide out of her. She heard the growl of disappointment before understanding it came from her. Lewis laid her on him again—and she felt the nudge of Randy’s condom-covered cock on her anus.
“Stop me if it’s too much.”
“Okay.”
A sharp slap landed on her ass. Michaela blinked. Well that’s interesting.
“She just gushed all over me.”
“I’ll try this again,” Randy said. “Stop me if it’s too much.”
“Yes, Sir.” No way in hell. She didn’t bother to tell him the truth—that especially in light of her body’s response to his smack, she welcomed what she knew would be a bite of pain. She welcomed it, because it would be a witness to this moment—one step closer to one flesh—and her willingness to give of herself to her men.
Randy’s hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks, drew her focus. Then he began to push, a slow and inexorable effort completely out of her control. The burn came and immediately morphed into more. She felt her sphincter opening and her body, against her heart’s desire, tense.
“Relax, baby girl. Lie on me and let go. Let Randy have you. Do it now.” Lewis’s hands stroked her as his words both soothed and commanded her. She wanted this and was determined to have this.
It took all her willpower to overcome her instincts. This was the meaning of the word surrender, to let go and give over control of the most intimate part of her body.
“Good girl.” Those two words once more stroked her feminine soul. Randy’s cock slid past her sphincter and all the way into her. She shivered. She quivered.
“Okay, sweetheart?”
Okay? Hell, no. All her thoughts shattered, and words emerged, words that were raw and real. “Fuck me. Oh, God, Randy, please fuck me! I need…”
“I know what you need. Hang on.” She heard the stress in his words, felt the tension in his body, and then he moved. He pulled out nearly all the way and then pushed in again, and Michaela lost her mind.
Her orgasm spewed up, up and then out, a volcanic explosion that took her beyond orgasm into something so much more. The sounds she made rang foreign in her ears, a growling scream that came from her deepest self. Randy shouted and swore and held himself deep inside her. She felt the pulsing, the heat of the condom that captured his seed, and then sank into the ecstasy that befell her.
Again and again the waves of pleasure washed over and through her.
Every bit of strength left her body, and Michaela closed her eyes as she floated back to earth again.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She had enough left to smile and give him what she thought was an “mmm” sound. Then, because she knew her men, she reached for the words she needed to give them. “Oh, yeah, and a damn fine job you did of it, too.”
Lewis and Randy both chuckled, and it was like being bounced on a hard and magnificent surface. Randy kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
She couldn’t suppress the moan when he pulled out of her. Lewis held her, running his hand down her back in a slow and sweet caress. Michaela sighed and closed her eyes.
It seemed only a moment had passed when she felt movement on the bed. Then Randy was there, easing her off Lewis and moving in close so that she was delightfully sandwiched between her men.
“Still doing okay?” Randy kissed her shoulder again. She wiggled her butt against his cock.
“More than. Thank you.”
“I think you really liked that, baby girl. You gushed so hard on me.”
Michaela knew Lewis’s words were not only for herself. “I did.” She sighed again. “It felt special, so much so that I know that when you finally take me at the same time, it’s going to be spectacular. Spectacular and sacred.”
“You really are everything and all. You’ll marry us, right?” Lewis tilted her face up, and the look in his eyes melted her heart. “That wasn’t a very fancy proposal, but we’re really not fancy men. I guess it was kind of ham-handed because, in my heart, you’re already our wife.”
“It’s how I feel too, Michaela. I’ve felt that deep connection from the beginning. Our hearts and souls are already joined. Please say yes.”
“Of course, I’ll marry you both.”
“Good,” Randy said as he spooned her. “Sleep, now. A short little nap before we go to Laci’s.”
Their proposal might not have been one to create a viral video. But it had been the perfect proposal for her. Michaela felt her
own smile on Lewis’s chest. Randy’s hand was on her belly, and Lewis’s hand was on her arm. Sated, beyond happy, she slid into sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Dev left the car on the road just east of the driveway. This was a good spot, because other than the house that was his target, nothing else and no one else was in sight. At nearly two-thirty in the morning, the world was quiet. Traffic on this particular FM road was practically non-existent at this hour.
He still had trouble getting used to the quiet and the dark and the strangling sense of claustrophobia from the wide-open Texas landscape. He’d been an urban dweller all his life and, in truth, had spent more time within a prison community than not.
He didn’t much mind bunking at his boy’s house in Waco. He’d even had hopes that he and the kid could work together on this. But Terry had proved to be a deep disappointment to him. Dev shook his head.
A couple days ago that little shit had come home all, “this is how it’s gonna be,” as if he was the head of the family and not Dev. Said the Powell woman wouldn’t sell, and that was that. Said he didn’t care about the gold, if it even existed. Now that right there was probably nothing more than a damn lie. Probably plans on telling the slut about it, digging it up with her. He’s stupid enough to share it with her, too. He knew it was a lie because no person with a heartbeat could turn their back on the chance to cash in on a fortune. Everyone had a price.
Because he knew this, and because he was smarter than his son gave him credit for being, he had a plan. A few drops of something a little extra in the boy’s glass of whiskey before bed the last couple of nights ensured that Terry slept through and didn’t wake up to interfere in his campaign.
Dev snorted. Yup, the baby was sound asleep once more, and it was time for the adult to get to work. This one would probably do it. Third time lucky.
He took a moment to look at the sky. He figured the fates were cooperating, because clouds obscured the moon. He could see a pickup truck parked beside the barn. The truck likely belonged to her dead Pa. He was surprised she hadn’t sold it, yet. That little slut’s car is nowhere in sight. She’s likely off with some cowboy, spreading her legs.
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