Perfect Love

by Trina Lane

  “Sweet God, have mercy on us,” Rick agonisingly whispered.

  Turning to face them again, she stepped over the footboard and stood with one foot between each man’s spread legs. The darkness of the room was broken by the light of the moon, streaming through the skylight and large French doors leading to their small private deck overlooking the backyard. In the muted light, she saw the fires blazing in her husbands’ eyes.

  Each man sat up and latched onto the leg in front of him. Conor’s hand caressed up the front and Rick’s up the back. Their lips and tongues played with the skin of her thighs. She reached down to grasp the hem of her nightie and slowly pulled it up and over her head. When she looked down, both men stared up at her as if paying homage to their empress. She rested a hand on each of their cheeks, and they nuzzled into her palms.

  “Muirnín?”

  “I got the okay from my obstetrician this morning.”

  She stepped out from between their legs and knelt on the bed. Rick’s hand clasped hers and jerked her forward only to catch her in his arms and slowly lower her onto her back. Her vision filled with his large, hard body leaning over her.

  “Are there any restrictions, angel?”

  “Well, yes. You can’t…umm…you know…go down there just yet. The doctor said we’d have to wait a couple of months for that, but anything else is fair game. She also said we may need a little assistance in the moisture department.” Calleigh knew she was blushing but hoped the dark room covered her embarrassment.

  “I think we can work well within those limitations, don’t you, Con?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Conor’s hand rested on her waist and slid up to cup her breast. Lifting the heavier mound, he manipulated the tips softly. Calleigh closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Her breasts were more sensitive since she was nursing. Rick’s finger dipped between her folds to play with her clit, rubbing back and forth, stimulating the bundle of nerves. Conor’s head lowered and his lips claimed hers. She opened readily, and his tongue flicked against hers.

  One of Rick’s fingers slowly circled in the opening of her pussy, dipping in partially only to pull back and circle hungry flesh some more.

  “Please, Rick,” she begged. She wanted to feel him inside her again.

  The finger pushed through once again, but this time didn’t stop until it was fully embedded inside her. She cried out in pleasure. Rick added a second finger. Slowly, he stretched her. Conor licked at her breasts, occasionally flicking over the tips. She had already warned them about leakage, but neither one of them expressed concern over it. Rick removed his fingers, and she whimpered. He rolled her on top of him. She straddled his legs down by his knees.

  “I think we should do it like this. So you can go at your own pace for now, angel.”

  “Put your hand out, ár ghrá.” Conor put a dollop of lubrication in Calleigh’s hand. “Now slick up his cock so it slides in real nice and easy.”

  Her hand wrapped around Rick’s length and smoothed the cool gel up and down. He hissed, and his fingers dug into her hips. She pulled up and gave a little twist over the plum shaped head. Fluid freely flowed from the slit at the top.

  “Angel, you’d better stop, or this will be over before we begin.”

  She scooted up so she could straddle his hips. Rick’s hands were at her waist, and Conor’s supported her hips. She slowly sank down onto the long, thick cock waiting for her. It took her several minutes before he was fully embedded, but once their groins were flush, she let out a sigh.

  “Okay, muirnín, when you’re ready, rise up and take a few strokes. Let us know if you have any problems or if we need to change positions.”

  She rose on her knees, and when just the tip of Rick’s cock remained inside her, she slowly lowered herself down. She was pleased there was no pain or discomfort. Doing so again, she let her weight carry her down harder. This time she cried out but only because it felt so exquisite. Her fingertips dug into Rick’s chest as she moved up and down. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on sensations. With each downward movement, his cock rubbed against her g-spot. She started moving up and down in shallow little strokes so the head kept sliding over it again and again.

  Conor stilled Calleigh’s strokes and leaned her forward to lie against Rick. He picked up the bottle of lube and released some on his fingers. He smoothed it onto the skin surrounding her back entrance then dipped a finger inside. Adding a second a few moments later, he stretched her as best he could. When he thought she was sufficiently ready, he guided the head of his cock to her opening and slowly pushed forward. When the head popped through the ring of muscle, he cried out at the intense heat and tightness clenching around him. He slowly worked his entire length in. Calleigh panted against Rick’s neck the entire time.

  He and Rick began to move. He felt Rick’s cock through the thin membrane separating them inside Calleigh’s body. It had been so long since he’d been inside her that he knew he wouldn’t last long. His climax boiled low in his spine, and he thrust through the tight, hot, velvet lined channel.

  “Gu sealladh saelbh oirnn!”

  Conor cried for heavens to preserve his sanity for his wife owned his soul. Calleigh’s moans echoed in the high ceiling of their bedroom. Rick’s groans rumbled beneath their bodies.

  She was going to explode. The intense pleasure rippling through her body, combined with the teeming love for her husbands, overwhelmed her entire being. Her orgasm was only seconds away. She was riding that elusive crest and just needed something to send her tumbling over.

  Rick slipped his fingers between his and Calleigh’s bodies. His fingertip found her clit and rubbed it tiny circles. He and Conor thrust hard inside her. He felt Conor plunge deep and hold. Looking over Calleigh’s shoulder, he saw his best friend’s neck strain as he found release inside their wife. Calleigh’s pussy clamped down as she exploded around their cocks, sending Rick over the edge into oblivion.

  Long minutes later, when their breathing even out, they separated their bodies and tucked Calleigh between them. Hands and lips crisscrossed and soothed their sensitised skin. Reaching over he picked up the damp cloth by their bed and tidied Calleigh then himself before handing it to Conor.

  Rick turned on his side and gathered Calleigh to his front. Her head rested on the pillow beside him, and their noses rubbed. “Angel, I love you.”

  Conor scooted forward so he spooned behind Calleigh. He slid the hair from the side of her neck and whispered softly in her ear, “Is tú, mo ghrá.”

  Calleigh lay between her husbands filled with peace and joy, her love for them beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Their journey together might have started with a tragedy, but in her best friends, she became whole again. She was their love, and they were her salvation, their hearts and souls blending to form a more perfect union.

  HIS PERFECT PARTNER

  Book two in the

  Perfect Love series

  The search to find the one man destined to complete his life has sent Ethan to places high and low. What will it take to find his perfect partner?

  Ethan Harrison has wonderful friends and a rewarding career, but he feels something is still missing. He’s yet to find the man that makes his fantasies reality and soul find peace.

  All that changes when a complicated case of economic espionage comes across his desk, and Special Agent Ryan Ashton walks through his office door. Life however is no fantasy and Ethan and Ryan’s journey is much more complicated than a storybook.

  Will the two men be able to hold on to their love or will a defendant bent on revenge have the final judgement?

  Dedication

  To the original Ethan. Thanks for the laughs, the inspiration and the indulgence. Go MO Hos!

  Trademark Acknowledgements

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Tahoe: GM Motors

  Patriots: National Football Leagu
e

  New York Jets: National Football League

  Camry: Toyota Motors

  Cheez-its: Kellogg Company

  Zingers: Hostess Brands, Inc.

  Changes: Performed by Tesla

  Tesla: The Tesla Partnership Brian Wheat, Troy Luccketta, Frank Hannon, Jeff Keith

  Sirius Radio: Sirius XM Radio, Inc.

  Hair Nation: Sirus XM Radio, Inc. Station

  Aquanet: Southwest Speciality Products

  Mötley Crüe: Motley Crue, Inc.

  Poison: Bret Michaels, Ricky Rocket, Bobby Dall, C.C. Deville

  Jon Bon Jovi: John Bongiovi Individual United States

  Rolling Stone: Rolling Stone Inc. Werner Media

  Die Hard: 20th Century Fox

  X-Men: Marvel Comics

  Spider Man: Marvel Comics

  Tempur-Pedic: Tempur-Pedic Management, Inc.

  Dance Dance Revolution: Konami

  Hot Wheels: Mattel, Inc.

  Xbox 360 HD: Microsoft Corporation

  Rock Band: Harmonix Music Systems, Inc.

  Judas Priest: Judas Priest Composed Of Glenn Tipton Music Ltd., Rob Halfford Music Ltd., Kenneth Downing Ltd., And Ian Hill Music Ltd.

  AC/DC: Leidseplein Press B.V.

  GNR: Guns N' Roses composed of W. Axl Rose, Michael McKagan and Saul Hudson, all U.S. citizens, Partnership

  Journey: NM Productions, Inc.

  Blondie: Blondie Deborah Harry, Christopher Stein, Clem Burke and James Destri, all U.S. citizens, Partnership

  One Way or Another: Performed by Blondie

  Harry Potter: Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

  Voldemort: J.K. Rowling

  Cheerios: General Mills IP Holdings I, LLC

  Scooby Doo: Hanna-Barbera Production, Inc

  Tom and Jerry: Turner Entertainment Co

  iPhone: Apple, Inc.

  Duct Tape: Duck Brand

  Bones: Fox Broadcasting Company

  CSI: CBS Broadcasting Inc.

  NCIS: CBS Broadcasting Inc

  Chapter One

  Ethan stood as his next appointment was shown though the door. His breath locked in his chest and his heart stuttered as the most stunning specimen of the male species entered his office. All those silly clichés he’d ever heard about meeting the partner of your dreams were true. Time froze, giving him ample opportunity to rake his eyes over the wet-dream-inspiring vision before him.

  Dark hair swept back from the high forehead of a lean face. Chiselled cheekbones and a straight nose led down to a pair of perfectly kissable lips. A strong neck disappeared into the collar of the white dress shirt. Broad shoulders filled the jacket which was expertly tailored to the strong frame. Lean hips topped long legs. Ethan’s eyes slowly travelled back up the perfect body and locked on a pair of piercing light coloured eyes. They were a before unseen combination of blue and grey. And they were focused right on him.

  He mentally slapped his face and told himself to get back in the game. Hoping the beginnings of the hard-on that thickened in his slacks wasn’t too obvious with his suit coat on, he held out his hand.

  “Ethan Harrison. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Special Agent Ryan Ashton.”

  A large hand engulfed his, and he swore sparks shot out where their skin connected. The strength evident in the grip was tempered by the slightly callused fingertip brushing across his wrist. Large veins descended from long fingers and roped across the back of the wide expanse. Heat infused Ethan’s palm, and a slight shiver rippled though his body.

  He realised he still held Ryan’s hand as he stared into those mesmerising eyes, and he dropped his hold. Taking several steps back, he sat behind his desk to hide the evidence of his arousal. He gestured to the seat on the other side.

  “Please sit. Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink?”

  Ryan set down his briefcase and sat in the indicated seat. He leant back and crossed one ankle over his knee. “No thank you.”

  “Special Agent Ashton, I understand you’re here to hand over case information regarding the investigation of Luke Yeung and Amerisystems.”

  “Please call me Ryan.” He picked up his briefcase. After removing a file, he placed it on the desk and leant forward to slide it across. “You should have everything we’ve compiled up to this point in here.”

  Ethan picked the thick folder and set it to his left. He would review the materials later, but right now, he wanted to continue his conversation with the man before him. “Why don’t you brief me on the basics while you’re here?”

  Ryan’s relaxed posture in the chair contradicted the burn of his gaze as their eyes locked. “Our division has spent the last year compiling evidence of economic espionage against Mr. Yeung. We have documented proof of him selling the designs for Amerisystems’ prototype for a new environmental monitoring device. There has been suspicion of previous leaks, but until now, everything has been circumstantial.”

  Ethan stood and walked around his large mahogany desk to the chair next to Ryan. He wanted to be closer to the alluring man. He sat and mimicked the other man’s posture. “What exactly does this device do?”

  Ryan angled his body to better face Ethan. Their feet nearly touched. “It’s designed to collect data on temperature, light and soil moisture for crop lands and transfer it wirelessly to a remote computer using a short message service. This would allow farmers to analyse the conditions of their fields and make adjustments for a better yield with the current crop. In the long term, it would allow them to review the data from previous years to anticipate the condition of their fields for a new planting season.”

  Ethan was so caught up in watching those sensuous lips move that he nearly missed his cue in the conversation, “Impressive, who’s he selling it to and why?”

  Ryan shifted in his chair and licked his lips.

  “He’s selling it to a Chinese company which is covertly funded by the government. This company is known for reverse engineering products from across the globe to manufacture and sell at discounted prices. This is the first time we have evidence of them being directly supplied the design schematics. If Mr. Yeung’s actions were to come to fruition then the revenue from the release of a revolutionary device designed for and by Americans will be significantly decreased by the sale of the imitation.”

  “Well, in this economy, we certainly can’t afford for that to happen. Have you been the lead investigator?”

  That little movement a moment ago had forced Ryan’s jacket to separate, and Ethan caught the briefest glimpse of a thickening bulge in his lap. He was ecstatic that he wasn’t the only one feeling the attraction between them.

  “Yes, I have a team working with me, but I’m the point man on this one.”

  “Excellent. Then if I have questions or need further information, you’re the one I want to speak with. Will you leave me your contact information?”

  Ryan reached into his jacket pocket and removed a business card. He flipped it over, scribbled on the back then handed it to Ethan. “Here’s my card. It has my office information as well as my email address.”

  Their hands brushed as the card was handed off. Ethan felt that jolt once again and let their fingers linger for a moment before sitting back in his seat. He flipped the card over and saw a series of digits. He looked over and raised one eyebrow. “And this number?”

  “My personal cell phone. Just in case you need to reach me after business hours.”

  He smiled. He would love to connect with Ryan after business hours. Speak to, kiss, touch, fuck, be fucked…he wasn’t picky.

  He glanced at his desk clock and noticed his next appointment was due in a few minutes. The half hour with Ryan had flown by. He stood and indicated for Ryan to precede him, making sure to get a peek of Ryan’s ass as he walked by. Silently, he cursed that it was covered by the suit coat.

  Ethan halted the man’s progress by placing his hand on his broad shoulder and turned him around so they faced each other a foot from
his office door. His hand slid down Ryan’s arm a few inches, and his fingers gave a little squeeze on the hard muscle.

  “It was very nice to meet you, Ryan. I’ll be sure to contact you if I have any questions.”

  Ryan smiled and stepped closer to Ethan so their bodies were separated by the smallest of space. He tilted forward so his lips were right next to the furl of Ethan’s ear. “You do that.”

  Ethan closed his eyes and inhaled the woodsy scent of Ryan’s aftershave. The combination of Ryan’s strong body nearly pressing against him and the low voice rumbling in his ear caused his cock to harden even further. He clenched his hands to prevent himself from grabbing onto the lapels of Ryan’s suit coat and closing the distance between them completely. When he opened his eyes Ryan had moved back and those unique blue-grey eyes held the promise of good things to come.

  * * * *

  Ryan walked out of the Moakley court complex, into the crisp November air and took his first solid breath in a half hour.

  On the way here he’d been dreading the appointment. He’d heard the lawyer handling the case was a real ball buster. He’d never worked with the man before, but some of his colleagues had, and they said the lawyer was a nice enough guy to work with but meticulous about nailing down every little aspect of whatever case he’d been assigned. By the time, Ryan left the office his balls definitely felt in jeopardy of busting, but only because he ached to bury himself deep inside the other man.

  Ethan. The echo of his name resounded in his head.

  Ryan climbed into his black Tahoe then headed onto Seaport Boulevard going towards State Street and the FBI field office near the government centre.

  As he made his way through the always congested Boston traffic, his mind wandered back to man he’d just left. Ethan’s lean frame was only a couple of inches shorter than his own six foot five height. That would be a real bonus when he kissed the man. Those golden, hazel eyes had hypnotised him when Ethan had spoken. Ryan bet that was a real advantage in the courtroom. He wanted sink his fingers into the thick light brown hair on the back of Ethan’s head and wrap his arms around Ethan’s trim waist.