Home and love. There are two words I never thought I’d hear in the same sentence.
“You have so much more than you think. You just have to accept it,” Chase amends.
“When all you know is strife and struggle, accepting love is a difficult thing . . .” They both frown, believing they’re making no headway. “ . . . But I think maybe when you lose everything,” I concede, “accepting the love that’s offered is the only way to start new.” I curl my lips into a small, surrendering smile. Shane and Chase mirror my expression, magnifying it tenfold.
I take one last, lingering look at the Corkscrew’s rubble before they lead me away.
Every end has a new beginning, right?
It seems so.
With the two of them directing me, I slip into the backseat of their black BMW, my wet clothes dampening the soft tan leather. Chase slides into the driver’s seat as Shane claims the passenger side. I don’t say a word as we drive off. I’m a barrel of emotions that just took a trip down Niagara Falls.
It’s quiet in the car until Shane turns to look at me. “Last night was the last time you don’t sleep in our bed.” His hazel eyes are as serious as his tone.
I don’t respond as my desire for love and my resentment toward the world clash.
“Jenn,” Chase says my name strictly, glancing back at me through the rearview mirror.
“Okay,” I slingshot back. “Okay.” My voice softens.
They both seem appeased as we make our way to the north side of town.
Once inside, they make no qualms of stripping me out of my wet clothes and placing me in a steaming shower. I don’t know what my chilly skin responds to more, the hot spray or the hot hands wandering over my naked body. I close my eyes and let them do as they please. Touch me as they please. Pushed up against the shower wall, they re-stake their claim, taking full advantage of my susceptibility, needling their way back into that sacred place of ours.Our trinity.
Two covetous mouths sweep over my curves, slowly bringing me back to life.
I run my fingers through their hair as their tongues slither over me like serpents. A gasp escapes my throat as one latches onto my nipple and the other my clit, lavishing both pieces of needy flesh at the same time. The dual stimulation of pleasure causes me to twitch. To feel. To breathe in God knows how long. I fucking missed them. Missed everything we had.
“Make me come. God, please, please make me come.” I grind my pussy against Shane’s face as I push my straining nipple into Chase’s mouth. They moan in tandem at my plea and my actions, Shane sinking two fingers into my flooding entrance.
“We’ll make you come all night,” Chase promises, pulling and stretching my swollen breast with a firm grip of his teeth.
He traps my hands over my head, restraining me as he continues to sweep and pinch and scrape my nipples until they’re aching little points aimed straight at him. Sensing my emotional confinement, Shane spreads my legs, burying his face in my pussy, mimicking the movement of Chase’s mouth; a relentless swirl of his tongue, graze of his teeth, and penetration of his fingers has me struggling against the wall, has me begging.
“Please God, please.” My voice is a hoarse whisper.
“Who do you belong to?” Chase plunges his tongue between my parted lips before I can respond, continuously rolling my nipple between his fingertips, driving me mad.
Between lashes, I mutter, “You. Both of you.” I suck on his bottom lip desperately. I’m so fucking close; it’s insufferable.
My muscles clench around Shane’s fingers, inducing him to pump harder.
“Fuck, make me come, make me come!” I just about cry as my legs quiver, ready to give out. With the right amount of pressure, Shane hits my sweetest spot, and I implode, my body jerking violently in Chase’s iron grasp. My release is as damaging as a tidal wave; it’s a large, sudden, destructive crest of physical and emotional exertion. They subdue me as I moan and shake, demanding every last ounce of need within me.
Once the vibrations pass, my limbs go limp, and my two imperious men release me from my bonds. They cradle my drained body under the running water until I’m responsive again.
“I missed your sweet taste.” Shane slides his lips up my neck.
“And I missed your sweet moans.” Chase licks the seam of my mouth.
Lazily, I crack open my eyes. “Do you know what I miss?”
They both shake their heads.
“Watching the two of you. Together.”
Their eyes sparkle with lust. “Well, it just so happens making you come makes us horny as fuck.” Shane digs his erection into my thigh.
