Part 29 (2/2)

Connor stroked her back, and when he pressed, she understood his unspoken command, and laid her head on Mel's chest. Mel wrapped his arms around her, a sweet, short embrace. Then his hands caressed her, hair to a.s.s.

His hands grasped her a.s.s cheeks and gently pulled them apart, and then she felt Connor's slick fingers there, the lube thick and cool as he prepared her for his c.o.c.k.

Connor moved closer, and she made a sound of delight in her throat as he pressed two fingers into her. She didn't understand why the burn and the sting of that fed her arousal. She was just grateful that it did. She pressed back against his fingers, and then moved forward, pressing down on Mel's c.o.c.k.

”Easy, now.”

Two words, whispered, filled her heart. This man-these men-would always be careful of her, respect her and protect her. As Connor moved closer still, as she felt the heat of his latex-covered c.o.c.khead replace his fingers at her a.n.u.s, she gave herself to them both with no reservations whatsoever.

Connor pressed, and she felt her rosette slowly open, felt his c.o.c.k breech her sphincter and then slide ever so silkily into her to the hilt.

Full, stretched, the sensations made her gasp and moan and s.h.i.+ver in pleasure. Breathing deeply, she was grateful that Connor and Mel both held still within her, giving her a few moments to adjust. Then they each flexed, a very intimate kind of greeting, she thought. She could do nothing but return the salutation, contracting her pelvic floor muscles. Both of her lovers-both of her husbands-made inarticulate sounds that told her they both felt, and enjoyed, that.

Emily Anne found she needed the words after all. ”Oh, G.o.d, yes. Yes. We are one, can you feel it? Please, oh please, my loves, celebrate with me. Please, f.u.c.k me.”

Connor closed his eyes as he sank, b.a.l.l.s deep, into Emily Anne's a.s.s. He'd never experienced anything so lush, so completely sensuous as this. It was all he could do not to thrust blindly and grab for his own completion.

The concept of this moment being sacred echoed through him, underscored by the words Emily Anne had just said. They were one, one unit, one family-one flesh, and by G.o.d, one heart. How could he not have understood that before? How could he have let thoughts that didn't matter one good d.a.m.n get in the way before?

Her demand to them, to f.u.c.k her, still rang in his ears and oh, how easy it would be to lunge and give her what she said she wanted.

But he wasn't the only one inside his woman. He had to check with her other husband.

”Mel?”

”f.u.c.king A, man.”

Connor's strangled laughter must have reminded Mel that wasn't what he was asking.

”Okay, sorry. But nothing has ever felt this fantastic.”

”Yeah, I know.”

He felt Mel struggle and understood he was trying to rein himself in, just as Connor was.

”Precious?” Mel stroked Emily Anne's hair and she looked at him. When Connor knew his partner-his brother-could see her face, he began to move in her. Measured and slow, he eased almost all the way out, then back in again. Once, twice, three times.

”More.” Her voice sounded sultry enough to make him come all by itself. ”More, more more!”

”You are so getting spanked.” Connor's words came out with bitten-off laughter. ”Angel eyes, you keep pus.h.i.+ng our limits.”

”Mmm, spanking. Yessssss.”

Good G.o.d Almighty, what's a man to do with a woman like this?

”I'm not hurting you?”

”Never. Please. I need...”

”We know what you need, woman.” Mel sounded like he was near the end of his rope, too. ”Okay.” Mel met his gaze and accompanied that one word with a slight nod.

”Hang on, Emily Anne.” Connor grasped her luscious a.s.s cheeks in a firm grip. He thrust in, and felt Mel's counter movement, easing out. Then he pulled back, as Mel surged home again.

”Oh! Oh, yes, I...”

It pleased Connor to no end that they could render her speechless. He moved, timing his thrusts with his brother's. They f.u.c.ked their woman together, each of them filling her in turn, but loving her as one.

Faster, deeper, Connor knew he was as close to losing control as he'd ever been. He felt his woman's s.h.i.+ver, heard the way Mel's breathing hitched and knew they were both on the edge. Sliding one hand around Emily Anne's waist, her caressed her stomach, then eased his fingers down until he found her c.l.i.t.

It's hard and tight and waiting for me. He brushed it with his fingers, focusing only on his woman and no one else, giving her a little more stimulation to push her over the edge.

”Come for us, precious. Come for us and we'll come for you.”

”Oh, G.o.d! Yes! Yes!”

Connor felt her convulsions, heard Mel's strangled shout, and lost all control. He thrust hard and fast and deep, awed when he felt her moving with him. His release gathered and grew, and exploded out of him in one long, strong and steady rush. Spasms wracked him as this o.r.g.a.s.m, this unbelievable ecstasy, took him apart and put him back together in a moment so profound, so earth shattering, there really was only one word to describe it, only one word that fit.

Sacred.

”Hold still, love.” Connor bent over her and kissed her shoulder. She s.h.i.+vered as he eased his c.o.c.k out of her a.s.s. Her ears rang from her own scream as the climax had become so huge, she wondered if she would survive it. Beneath her, Mel's heartbeat slowly penetrated her consciousness. She smiled. With her ear pressed against his chest, his heartbeat sounded like a horse galloping full out.

”Our woman is wearing a Ches.h.i.+re cat grin if ever I've seen one.” Connor's voice announced his return.

She closed her eyes as he tended to her, cleaning the lube from her. She giggled when he planted a wet, noisy kiss on her b.u.t.t. ”Why wouldn't I smile? I am a very happy woman.”

”We can certainly see that.”

The sound of his bare feet padding on the tile floor told her he was returning the linens he'd just used to the bathroom. Connor Talbot was easily the neatest man she'd ever met.

Moments later the bed dipped. He reached down and lifted her off Mel. That man sighed, stretched up and placed a kiss on her lips, then headed to the bathroom to take care of his condom.

When he returned and got into bed on her left side, when he snuggled close so that she was completely surrounded by her men, Emily Anne sighed in pleasure.

She loved every part of being a woman in love, and loved by, two men.

”That sounded very contented,” Mel said. He leaned in and kissed her, an openmouthed, full-tongued kind of kiss that heated her blood and curled her toes.

Of course as soon as he released her lips she leaned back. There's something about the flavor of the two of them mixed together on my tongue that just does it for me.

She settled down between them and sighed again. She was contented. So contented, and so happy, she decided it was time to let them in on something she'd held back.

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