“When the time comes, I’ll also contact our main investment advisor.” Jake grinned. “His advice is—pardon the pun—golden.”
He and Randy both groaned. Michaela just shook her head. Then she sat forward. “I can’t thank you enough, Jake. You’ve been a good friend—first to my dad and now to me.”
“You were family even before these two mavericks entered the picture,” Jake said. “And as you know, in Lusty, family is everything.”
Family is everything.
Jake couldn’t possibly understand how…how golden those words were to him and to Randy. Because, back in Montana, for whatever reasons, family hadn’t been everything. It sure as hell hadn’t even been enough.
Egos and greed had topped the list back there. Thank God I let Randy talk me into coming here.
They said their goodbyes to Jake, and then he and Randy held Michaela’s hands as they headed toward the truck.
“You were really worried about there actually being a body there, weren’t you?” He’d noticed the difference in her from when they’d headed out that morning to now. She’d been really tense—and now she wasn’t.
“I really was. Just thinking about having played under that tree as a kid with some guy rotting beneath it gave me shivers. I’m so glad those childhood memories can remain untainted.”
It was only a few blocks to their temporary home, but Lewis didn’t think they could get there fast enough. Once they were in the vehicle, however, he turned to the woman he knew he would love for the rest of his life.
“Do you want to get something to eat before we head home, baby girl? We can go to Lusty Appetites or to the roadhouse if you like.”
“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart,” Randy said. “Just name it.”
Michaela’s expression turned sultry, and the look she sent him had his cock hard in a heartbeat.
“What I want, more than anything, is to go back to our place. I want us naked and together and alone. And I want, very much, to hold both your cocks inside my body at the same time.”
Hot. Holy. Hell.
“Buckle up,” Lewis said. “It’s going to be a very fast ride.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Michaela couldn’t stop shaking. Not in her whole life had she ever craved something the way she craved this.
“I almost feel like if you don’t take me right now, I’m going to combust.”
“Hush.”
Lewis’s one word, in that tone he had, calmed her. She still trembled, but she no longer felt as if she would explode.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. “Are you sure, baby girl? We know this is asking a lot.” He placed his hands on her shoulders then stroked down her arms until he grasped her hands. He brought them to his lips and kissed them.
“You’re not asking, I’m offering.”
Randy had just stripped the bed of everything but the bottom sheet. He came up behind her and pressed close. “We know. You’d offer us the world without a thought to yourself. So, like Lewis explained already once today, we have to make sure to have that thought for you.”
“I love you both with all my heart. When I first came to Lusty, I couldn’t wrap my head around this kind of yearning, this kind of love. But now, I know the reason I never found anyone to love, until I met you. This was destined. This was meant. Please, no more talking. Just love me.”
“We do,” Randy said.
“We will.” Lewis gave her another brief kiss, and then he began to strip the clothes from her body.
Her soon-to-be husbands didn’t take long. In barely a minute, she was naked. One more minute, and so were they. Then Lewis picked her up and moved onto the bed with her in his arms. He laid them down, and then he turned onto his side.
His gaze told her everything she needed to know. Love and lust in equal measure shone back at her. And the faith, the certain belief that, yes, this was meant to be, and it would last forever.
This time when he kissed her, his mouth commanded her own, and she surrendered. His tongue swirled, seducing hers to dance, and the sweet suckling he always added encouraged her to drink him down in turn.
Her other lover spooned her, and when Lewis lifted his mouth, Randy captured her lips in a kiss both deep and dreamy. For that first heartbeat, their flavors mixed on her taste buds. Just that and her body prepared to receive them both.
They laid her flat and worked their way down her body. They didn’t say a word, but that was fine. She wanted no words. Just their flesh on hers and their mouths and hands giving, taking, loving.
Then Randy found his place between her thighs, and this, the most intimate of kisses, sent her soaring. The rasp of his tongue on her clit and the way he nuzzled her pussy with his lips aroused her nearly beyond bearing. When he inserted his tongue into her cunt and moved it in and out, fucking her with it, her shivering returned and intensified.
Lewis pinched one of her nipples as Randy sucked on her clit, and she screamed as she came, an orgasm so profound it touched every atom in her body.
Just as she returned to earth, Randy moved up and pushed his cock into her. Groaning with the renewal of her arousal, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. His mouth covered hers, and the musky-salty flavor of them both became gas on her sexual flames.
He lifted his mouth. “I’m going to roll us.”
She held on with her arms and released her legs as Randy did just that. Resting on his chest, his cock outside her body but still incredibly hard, Michaela wiggled her hips. Then she pushed up, lifted up, and brought his cock to her opening. She slid slowly down, her gaze locked on his, and sighed.
Randy held her hips as she moved on him, allowing her this moment to set the pace, to brush her clit against the curls that nested his shaft. Then Lewis ran his hand down her back, the slight pressure a command without words.
Michaela obeyed, lowering herself onto Randy, her nipples brushing against the hair on his chest.
“Cold.” Lewis followed the single word warning with chilly, slick lube, which he applied, massaging slowly back and forth over her anus. She spared just a heartbeat to look over her shoulder. Lewis had already donned his condom and was applying lube to his cock with his other hand.
That is sexy as hell.
Then Randy brought her attention back to him. “Don’t let us hurt you.”
“I won’t.” She gave the words they needed. The words she needed, that she didn’t care if it hurt or not, went unsaid but not unmeant.
The way Randy narrowed his eyes told her he knew her well.
Then Lewis moved closer and placed his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them. He placed his condom-covered cock on her rosebud and began to push.
Burning, arousal-enhancing sensations consumed her as her flesh stretched. This was a familiar sensation, one she loved, and she felt her own juices begin to flow.
“Mmm.” She loved this, loved everything about this, and as she felt Lewis’s cockhead open her anus, she sighed and did what she’d already learned was essential.
She relaxed her body and surrendered herself, heart and mind and body and soul, to his feral possession. Lewis leaned in and kissed her shoulder. Her sphincter opened, and he slid all the way into her.
“Oh yes!” So full, so very full. She felt her lovers’ cocks and reveled in this moment.
“It’s you, baby girl. All you. You’ve made us whole.”
“I’m not going to last.” Randy cupped her head so that she could see his face. “Let us take you, sweetheart. This time, let us.”
The sensations, physical, emotional, and spiritual, were greater than she ever could have imagined. “Fuck me. Oh…fuck me!”
They moved in tandem, and she had no power, no control, over the way her arousal spiraled, the way it soared. The tidal wave approached, and she could only shiver and quiver as they fucked her, as their cocks, in and out, possessed her in turn. Her men, her husbands, controlled her emotions, her orgasm, and they forced it on her with reverent persist
ence.
Michaela screamed at the same time both men swore, and she lost herself in the convulsions of climax. Over and over and over, she drenched herself in the pleasure, in the emotional simpatico, as pure ecstasy consumed her. This orgasm gripped her as no other had, pulling every vestige of rapture from the known universe to cocoon them, binding them together forever.
One flesh. Michaela sighed as her orgasm faded, as tiny aftershocks proved she’d been well and thoroughly loved.
Lewis lay on her back, his body as shivery as hers had been as he struggled for breath. Beneath her, Randy’s heart pounded in his chest, the drumbeat a final salute to their personal crescendo.
“Baby girl?”
She heard it in his voice, the worry. She sighed. “So good.” His lips were on her shoulder, and she felt his smile.
“I love you. Thank you for giving me what I needed.”
“You certainly fed our needs just now, baby.”
He eased from her, and she moaned, instantly bereft of his cock in her ass.
“I love you,” Randy said. “That…nothing has ever been that good.”
“Me, too.” She must have dozed, because, in the next moment, Lewis was sliding in next to her and raising the sheet and duvet that had been at the foot of the bed.
“I love you both. And this, right here? This is my happy place.”
“Ours too,” Lewis said.
Michaela relished the scents and the touch and the heat of her men. She thought she could face anything—anything at all—if she could come back to this moment, to this place, to recharge.
“I really like it when the two of you become dominant during love making. I’d like to explore that D/s dynamic a little more.”
“There’s a club in Houston called The Lyon’s Den,” Lewis said. “The Doctors Jessop and Jillian are members, as are a few other people who live in the area. Robert was telling me they have events from time to time for those interested in exploring. I’ll talk to him about our going there.”
“Good.” Michaela let herself bask in the warmth, in the afterglow, and in the love. The quiet stretched and enveloped them, an extra layer of intimacy.
But her mind wouldn’t stay still for long.
“I was thinking.”
“You’re damn good at that,” Randy said.
She rolled over so she was on her back and could see both men at the same time.
“What were you thinking?” Lewis asked.
“That basically, beyond the money we’d need to build our own house and get whatever we need to begin working the land? I have a few gifts I’d like to give. I’d like to set up a foundation, to benefit wounded warriors—in Daniel’s name. But the rest? Let’s invest for our children—and our children’s children. That is if you want them.”
“Most definitely,” Lewis said. “Picturing you pregnant with our child has to be the hottest image, ever.”
“Damn straight.” Randy met her gaze. “What kind of investments were you thinking about?” Randy asked.
“I’m not sure. I’m going to talk to Grandma Kate about it. I think she is beyond wise when it comes to money, and how to use it for the greatest advantage.”
“You don’t want to live the life of the idle rich?” There was a teasing note in Lewis’s tone.
“Nope.”
“You plan to keep working, don’t you?” Randy asked.
“Oh, absolutely. I’ve learned something since I came to Lusty. Money has its place, and it’s good to have a lot of it. But it’s really nothing more than a tool, a resource. I’ve also learned that living idly, doing nothing is no way to live. If your Aunt Bernice can work as a server, so can I.”
“We’re ranchers to the core,” Lewis said. “So we feel the same way about working.”
“Now, when those babies come, I will probably switch to part time. And at that point I may set up my own at-home business, using my degree in graphic design.”
“Whatever you want to do, that’s what you’ll do,” Randy said. “Our children will have three parents who love them,” Randy said. “Three parents who will share equally in the joy and the responsibility of raising them.”
“And we’ll teach them that life is to be lived and that family comes before self.”
Lewis’s words reminded her of the lives he and Randy had led before finding true family here in Lusty.
“That sounds like a plan.” Michaela sighed as her men snuggled her close. They would work, all three of them, to fashion a life that would suit them. But for now, they would simply take the time they were given to be, together.
* * * *
Music played in the background, and the sound of family—chatting, laughing, and the occasional cry from a baby—formed the body of the opus performed this night. The rhythm was the heartbeat of a place where people were treated with respect and were welcome to join in—to live and laugh and love.
Michaela was surrounded by the men she loved and her besties—Jenny, Bailey, and Tammy. Benedict cousins married to two of said besties were part of their very visible circle at the moment. Tammy had come stag to the party. Mmm, I wonder what I can do about that? Michaela guessed if she gave herself some time, she would find the solution to that matter.
“So, I hear you’ve got your horses heading this way,” Parker said.
“We do,” Randy said. “Mickey Davidson agreed to keep them for us when we left the ranch. We wired him the money a few days ago. He decided to bring Marshal Dillon and Miss Kitty down himself. He expects to get here on Monday.”
“Hope he’ll at least stay overnight,” Dale said. “It’ll be good to see him again.”
Michaela chuckled. “You named your horses Marshal Dillon and Miss Kitty?”
“What can I say?” Randy asked. He held his palms straight up. “At the time, we were listening to that song by Toby Keith and singing it at the tops of our lungs.”
Tammy cocked her head to one side. “You were singing shoulda been a cowboy when you already were cowboys?”
Lewis grinned as wide as Randy and Michaela thought that was definitely something to see.
“You know, we’ve heard about these engagement parties,” Lewis said. Michaela thought it was cute he was still blushing from Tammy’s teasing. “You guys invited us both to attend yours,” he said to his brothers, “but we couldn’t get away.”
“Translation,” Randy said to Michaela, “our ‘bosses’ wouldn’t let us come.”
“And your bosses were your other brothers not currently in Lusty,” Michaela said. Standing between her men, she was able to run a hand up and down each of their backs. This still wounded them, thinking back to the way things had been.
“Which really tells you all you need to know about the differences between family here and there.” Lewis’s summation put a sour look on his face. Since his brothers grunted their agreement, Michaela realized something important.
Yes, those wounds still stung, for all of the transplanted Montana Benedicts. All she could do, when thoughts of their family back in Montana derailed her men, was simply to let them know, by her touch, by her expressions, by her constant presence, that she was there for them. And she could tell, with just a look, that Jenny felt the same way when it came to her own husbands.
“I’m your family now, baby.” Michaela rested her head on Lewis’s arm for a moment, even as her hands continued to stroke both their backs. “And I’ll always be on your side.”
“Thank God for that miracle,” Lewis said.
“Amen to that.” Randy met her gaze, his smile one of tenderness.
The only people who’d been expected but hadn’t arrived yet were Adam, Jake, and Ginny and Samantha Kendall and her husbands. And Grandma Kate, who was apparently at the New House with the Kendalls. All Tamara had said about the missing members of the family, when she, Morgan, Henry, and their twins, Cathy and Hunter, arrived a half-hour before, was that something unexpected had come up but the rest of the family would all arrive shortly.
Michaela loved the food at Lusty Appetites nearly as much as she loved the food at the roadhouse. Of course, the really big draw here was those totally decadent and delicious cream puffs that Tracy Alvarez-Kendall made.
“Let’s sit, baby girl. Anyone who wants to come by and visit, will.”
They’d all no sooner taken their seats than Terry Gowan entered the restaurant. Michaela watched as he waved to some of the older family members before heading their way. She’d heard that Jake was steering some clients his way. She thought well of Terry for staying in the area and for continuing to work as a real estate agent.
“It didn’t surprise us one bit that one of the ‘gifts’ you wanted to bestow was to Terry Gowan,” Randy said.
“I know we’ve told you that was well done. But I guess he proved the wisdom of your decision by how he handled the windfall.”
Terry had donated a good sum of money to a group dedicated to homeless teens. She’d bet if there’d been such a thing available to him back in the day, he’d have used it. She’d also heard that he’d updated his office some. The rest of the money, Jake had told her, he’d invested.
“He did,” Michaela said. “I think he’s well and truly free from the demons from his past.”
Terry joined them. He shook the men’s hands, greeted her girlfriends, and then turned his attention to her. “Congratulations on your engagement.” He took the chair offered. There was room for several more people to join them at this enlarged space. “I’m still not completely certain how these relationships work. But Jake invited me to tour the museum, and I do have a better understanding than I did.”
“Some family histories can be repeated,” Michaela said. “How are you doing, Terry?”
“I’m doing well, thanks. Business is good, and now that Devlin is out of the house, my off hours are as peaceful as they used to be. I’ve also started seeing someone.”
That was the best news of all, as far as Michaela was concerned. Terry had closed himself off from the possibility of relationships, fearing he’d turn out to be a father like his own.
It was good to see what the man looked like when he had hope.
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