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  Beau began to rock in her mouth, going deeper but not to the point where she’d gag.

  All of a sudden, when she felt she was so close to the release she desperately sought, they moved positions. Scott stopped licking her and Beau climbed off her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You don’t think we’re going to give you exactly what you want without earning it first? Besides, we need you completely wet so we can play with this ass and get it nice and ready for a good fucking,” Scott said.

  Within seconds, she was flipped over. This time, Beau settled on the bed, and she knelt with her knees either side of his head as he began to lick her pussy.

  Scott wrapped his fingers in her hair, pulling back the strands, making her gasp.

  “You don’t think we’d make it too easy for you. We love it when you come but if your ass has never been played with, then it’s not ready to take a big cock. Beau and I, we’re not small.”

  Damn it.

  His commanding voice shouldn’t turn her on.

  She should be pissed at the way he spoke to her, and yet, she felt anything but. He was a hard man, but it was him she wanted to please, as well as Beau.

  ****

  The night was still young and Beau, he loved the taste of her pussy and would gladly lick her all day long. She had the sweetest cunt. The sounds she made when he drove in deep were sweet music to him.

  Running his hands over her ass, he spread the cheeks wide. As he pushed his tongue into her cunt, he felt Scott gathering some of her cream, sliding it back so it would tease across her ass, getting her nice and wet.

  So perfect.

  He couldn’t wait to either be in her ass or her pussy when they both took her. She’d be so tight and he wanted to drive her wild. The key was to get her completely addicted to the both of them so she couldn’t imagine life without them. That was the plan. At least for him. He’d have to double-check with Scott, but he guessed they were on the same wavelength, seeing as neither of them wanted to let her go.

  As he sucked her clit into his mouth, she cried out.

  “I’ve got you, baby. You’re so tight,” Scott said.

  He kept her ass wide for Scott as Beau used his tongue to dance over her clit. He circled, went up and down, sucked her between his teeth. He even bit down on her bud, creating enough pain and pleasure so she likely didn’t know which one she liked more.

  She suddenly began to press her pussy against his face.

  “I’m in. Beau, she took me, knuckles deep. She’s going to take some getting used to. I’m going to be ordering her some toys so we can prepare this tight asshole properly.”

  She moaned. “Please, fuck me.”

  “All in good time. This doesn’t need to be rushed.”

  Beau’s cock was so freaking hard. He really wanted inside her.

  He didn’t know how long Scott intended to have her prepared or tease her asshole. Letting go of her ass, he used his fingers to try to distract her and keep her attention focused on him.

  As she rode his face, he kept on pushing her to the brink. Her little pants were so cute as she begged him not to stop. Her cream leaked out and he swallowed every single drop.

  “Beau, I think it’s time for you to fuck her. She’s been so good.”

  Scott helped him ease her off his chest and then he was between her thighs. Gripping his cock, he lowered her onto his length, and fuck, she was soaking wet, tight, and perfect. This was what he’d been waiting for since he’d met her.

  He’d wasted a lot of time, but now, he wasn’t going to let her go. Holding on to her hips, he thrust up inside her as he drew her down.

  They both cried out. Panting.

  Scott moved behind her. He held her tit, pinching the nipple. Her pussy tightened around him and he knew Scott had a finger in her ass.

  “How does he feel?” Scott asked.

  “Amazing.”

  “You want him to come, huh? Fill your pussy with it?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re our woman, Connie. There’s no other man I want to see you with. Look at him. Beau is completely crazy about you, we both are.”

  Connie’s grip tightened on his shoulders and he drove her down on his cock. He wanted her to come.

  “Make her come for me, Scott.”

  The hand on her tit disappeared and he started to stroke between her thighs. It didn’t take long for her to find release and when she did, the sounds were as beautiful as the feel of her riding out her orgasm.

  He tightened his hold on her, fucking up inside her. Scott didn’t stop teasing her clit.

  She came a second time.

  There was no way Beau was going to be able to hold on. He held her tightly, fucked her hard, and when he came, he did so screaming her name at the top of his lungs, not wanting to give up.

  They both collapsed with Scott to her back.

  “Wow,” Connie said. “I had no idea it could get better but it does.”

  “Always will. I’ll be back,” Scott said.

  His cock was still inside her and Beau stroked her back.

  “He’s going to wash his hands, isn’t he?”

  “Yep. Probably bring you back a cloth to clean you up as well.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “You two like taking care of me?”

  “Love it.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re special.”

  He wanted to tell her how he felt. This wasn’t about the sex and hadn’t been for some time. Only, he didn’t want to spoil it. Not yet. They were both new to all of this.

  She pressed her hands either side of his head, lifting her body up. “You’re both special.”

  “We’re your men. That what makes us special.”

  “You’re such a smooth talker.”

  “And you make it so easy. The words just roll off the tongue.” He winked at her.

  Scott came back complete with a towel. She gasped as he placed it on her anus.

  “This is so embarrassing.” She dropped her head to his shoulder.

  Beau had no problem holding her as Scott took care of her. She was their woman to love, to take care of. “No, it’s not, and when one of us has your ass, we’ll be doing exactly the same.” Scott left with the towel.

  Beau helped her as she snuggled in against his side. She already looked completely out of it.

  She closed her eyes. “I’m so tired.”

  “Then sleep,” Scott said.

  “But you didn’t get to come?”

  “I did and besides, it’s not about you satisfying us or even us taking turns. We’re all having some fun.” He kissed her neck. “Go to sleep.”

  Beau didn’t say anything. He stared at his friend and knew he’d come inside her without a condom. He’d been so mindless with pleasure, a condom had been the last thing on his mind.

  Fuck.

  ****

  Scott sipped at his coffee, watching his woman. Light filtered in from the curtain that was a little open, not much. The sheet had moved down, only settling across her stomach. His cock hardened at the sight.

  She let out a sigh and began to move. He watched as her hand went to her face and she groaned.

  “Morning, sunshine,” he said.

  She sat up, the sheet bunching up around her waist. She released another groan. “What time is it?”

  “A little after eight.”

  “Ugh, I never usually feel like crap.” She ran her fingers through her hair which was wild and wouldn’t be easily tamed this morning. “Where’s Beau?”

  “He got a breakdown call. Someone needed a pickup. He’s gone to deal with it. It’s just us.”

  “Ah, it’s just us. You found my coffee.”

  “That I did.” He moved toward the bed, offering her the cup for her to have a sip. She did so, closing her eyes.

  “I always need coffee in the morning.”

  “Normally, I go for an orange juice but you’re down on a lot of groceries. I’ll stop by
the store today, get you what you need.”

  “You really don’t have to do that.”

  “I want to.” He reached out, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I like taking care of you.”

  She covered his hand with her own and pressed a kiss to the center. “Again, you’re being so good to me and I don’t know why.”

  “You’re not very trusting.”

  “Consider it a way of life. I’ve had no choice.” She shrugged. “You want to tell me what is going on?”

  “Simple. Beau and I, we’re not like a lot of guys. We want to take care of you and make sure you get everything you need.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “No matter what.”

  She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and he saw the frown appear.

  “Tell me,” he said. “I can’t help you if you don’t let me.”

  “It’s just … no, it’s nothing. Ignore me.”

  “No. Tell me.” He put the coffee down on the bedside cabinet, resting his hand across her hip and getting into her face. He kissed her mouth.

  “I have morning breath.”

  “You have coffee breath, now tell me.” He stroked her hip. “I’m not going anywhere. I have no appointments and no need to rush off. You have my undivided attention.”

  She leaned back and for a split second, he was distracted by her beautiful tits, but not for too long. “Tell me.”

  “Okay, fine.” She blew out a breath. “I don’t want to get attached. All of my life, people have come and gone from my life. You and Beau, I know you guys are amazing and there are a lot of women in town who would love to be where I am right now. I just … I’m scared of getting my heart broken. I don’t want to be in any kind of pain. Not like that.”

  “You won’t be.”

  “How do you know that?”

  He kissed her hard. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he gripped the back of her head, ravishing her mouth. She opened up to him as he slid his tongue inside, meeting his with hers. Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Do you really think we’ll break your heart?”

  “Not intentionally.”

  “Don’t push us away, Connie. We’re yours for however long you want us.” He dropped his lips to her neck, then down to suck on her tits. He moved to her other one, then back before she lay back and he moved the sheet out of the way.

  He climbed between her legs, pushing off his sweatpants as he touched her pussy. Wet. Always so wet.

  “Do you want me?” he asked.

  “Yes, but it won’t cause a problem between you and Beau, will it?”

  “No,” he said.

  Spreading the lips of her pussy, he slid in deep. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Beau had told him last night that he’d forgotten.

  For him, it wasn’t a case that he’d forgotten, he simply wasn’t wearing one. He didn’t want to. Feeling her walls tighten around him, he knew he was in heaven.

  No doubt about it. She was everything. Connie worried about them breaking her heart. She had to realize she owned them, each of them. There was no way they would ever hurt her. They wanted to keep her. To have a family. To make this work.

  Pulling out so only the tip of his cock was inside her, he stared into her eyes, and filled her, feeling her gasp.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

  She did, sitting back, his cock still within her. The lips of her pussy spread around his dick. Her clit was visible. He stroked across her clit, watching her as she started to moan and wriggle on his length.

  Perfection.

  The pleasure built and unlike last night, he let her come. The moment she did, he pounded inside her. He fucked her harder than he’d ever done so before.

  The headboard slammed against the wall, echoing around the room along with their pants and gasps of pleasure. He pressed her tits together, biting on the tender flesh as he rode her harder. He would do whatever it took to make her their woman. When she came, he basked in her tight pussy, finding his own release, filling her pussy, mixing his cum with Beau’s. There was no turning back now.

  They had each fucked her without a condom.

  He didn’t know if Connie was even aware of it, but they now had to make her fall for each of them, to trust them.

  Scott kissed her lips and smiled at her. “I hope one day you will realize you’re everything.”

  Chapter Six

  For two weeks, Connie had more sex than she’d had in her entire lifetime. There was a moment she really, truly believed she was addicted to it.

  Then of course, the harsh reality had to visit.

  Her period. Cramps. Sullen mood. Hunger. No sex.

  The bar was thriving as the summer months often brought in a lot of tourists and regulars. Beau and Scott were already sitting at their usual table. A bunch of women had arrived only a half hour ago and it didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly what each woman wanted. Their gazes hadn’t left Scott or Beau.

  Distracted, she ended up opening the wrong beers, frying up the wrong orders, and having to apologize.

  She was thankful the regulars adored her and didn’t mind that she had to fix their orders and that they had to wait.

  A couple of the women at the table were nudging a blonde, as if encouraging her to go over to the guys’ table.

  Don’t be angry or jealous.

  You told them you didn’t want the town to know.

  Now her little condition seemed pointless.

  After opening their two beers, she left the bar and walked over to them. Placing the bottles on the table, she offered each man a smile. “That table over there is going to try and get you to go home with them for the night,” she said.

  Why are you doing this?

  You sound crazy.

  Completely and totally crazy.

  She picked up their empty bottles.

  Scott reached for her first. He held her wrist. This time, she didn’t glance around to see who saw. For the first time they’d been together, she didn’t care.

  In fact, she hoped the women saw and knew he wasn’t interested. That they both weren’t interested.

  “You should know by now that neither of us are interested in them. We’re here for you.”

  “It’s not going to stop women from chasing you. You could go up to my place and wait.”

  “Not happening,” Beau said.

  “We stay here to make sure nothing bad happens. We’ve got our eye on you, Connie, no one else.” Scott let her go but not before he stroked her inner wrist.

  It felt good.

  She gritted her teeth, hating how jealous she’d been. Nodding her head, she went back to the bar and tried to ignore the women. She’d been gone for ten minutes when the blonde approached the table. She couldn’t keep watching though.

  Scott and Beau said something.

  The woman laughed and then she happened to see both of her men shaking their head, pointing at the table.

  The blonde left. The table of women didn’t linger. They left their half-filled drinks and walked right out. Okay, she shouldn’t be happy because they were customers, but knowing Scott and Beau didn’t want anyone else filled her with happiness that she was good enough.

  By the end of the night, she was exhausted.

  They saw everyone out and cleaned the bar, and Beau picked her up.

  “I can walk.”

  “Not tonight. Scott and I have already decided. He’s going to cook for us, and I’m going to help you with a bath.”

  “I can take a bath of my own.”

  “Don’t go all prudish on me. I get it. It’s that time of the month. I think all men should be told when it’s a woman’s special time. They all turn crazy and it’s up to the men to survive all on their own. It’s not pretty.”

  Scott kissed her as they passed the kitchen. “Go and relax.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  He chuckled and Beau slapped her ass.

  “Hey, that’s not fair. You’re going to relax
because I’m going to make you. I’m not going to let you ruin this.”

  “How would my not being able to relax ruin this for you? I thought you’d like it.”

  “Well, you’re wrong. I want to take care of you.” He put her on the toilet seat, and she watched as he ran her a bath.

  “Have you done this for a lot of women?”

  “Nope. Not one.” He added in some bath salts. The heavy scent of lavender filled the air and she couldn’t hold back a yawn. “You’re completely dead on your feet.”

  “I know.”

  Beau helped her remove her clothes and she climbed into the water. She immediately grabbed the sponge and some soap but he took it from her. He pressed on her chest. “Relax. We weren’t kidding.”

  She rolled her eyes but did as she was asked, leaning back. She closed her eyes for a split second but was worried about falling asleep.

  “What did you say to the table of women?”

  “It’s nice to see you jealous.”

  “I … what did you say?” She wasn’t about to argue with him. She couldn’t. She’d been jealous of the way the women looked at her men.

  They were her men, weren’t they? Here she was getting all confused again. And tired. Maybe that was her problem. She was just tired.

  “We told them that if they were looking for a quick fuck, they weren’t going to get it from us. We’re taken and they would have to look elsewhere.” Beau shrugged. “I guess they looked around the bar, didn’t like what they saw, and left.”

  “They might not come back.”

  “They will, but when they do, they will know not to even look in our direction.”

  “Don’t you enjoy the attention?” Connie asked.

  “No. The only woman I want to have looking at me and thinking about getting me into bed is you.”

  “You make it sound so easy.”

  “It is.”

  “I don’t know how this is going to work. I’m sorry. I’m so tired and my thoughts are all over the place.”

  “Then talk to me. I might be able to help.”

  She sighed. “How is this ever going to work with the three of us? It’s crazy. I know it’s a bit of fun, but we have to be realistic. It’s not going to be the forever kind of relationship.” Just saying the words filled her with regret because she really wanted it to work so bad.