“Show me how much.”
My simple request is all it takes to have them smashing their lips together and attacking each other like the unrestrained animals they are. I step back and enjoy the show as the two powerful men,my men,turn a carnal leaf.
Steam clouds the spacious stone shower as Shane and Chase exchange motions, jerking each other rhythmically, showing they know how to touch each other as well as they know how to touch me.
“Fuck him,” I provoke them.
In a flash, Shane shoves me down onto the shower seat and bends over, trapping my body between his arms as he braces his hands on the wall.
We lock eyes as Chase grips his hips. A slight head tilt on my part affords me the view I’m after. Chase sinking two slippery fingers directly into Shane’s ass. Shane’s straining moan and ‘oh’ face make me crazed. Their pleasure is so fucking addictive; it sets my blood on fire.
I grip Shane’s damp golden locks as Chase stretches him wide, preparing him for what’s to come. I spy in a lust-filled haze as Chase penetrates him, sliding the head of his swollen cock in painstakingly slow. Shane and I share a lingering moment of escalating arousal, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, sigh to sigh right before Chase begins beating away at him. I watch with wonder as their bodies connect, listen with reverence as they groan and growl, relishing in the fact that neither of them, ever once, peel their wild eyes away from me.
“Stroke yourself,” I urge Shane with a husky voice. “Come all over me while Chase comes in you.”
“Ah, baby.” My request sparks an immediate action on his part. Shane grabs his cock and strokes hard while Chase’s erratic thrusts jerk his body forward.
They’re both so close. So dangerously, deliciously close, it turns me into a hypnotized predator. I swear I feel my pupils dilate from the upshot of arousal.
“Come for me.” I scoot closer to Shane, giving him a direct shot at my chest. “All right here.” I taunt them both, cupping my naked breasts.
“Fuck, Shane, come all over her.” Chase clenches his jaw and shudders, the two of us overpowering his control.
“With fucking pleasure.” A guttural sound unleashes from Shane right before I’m doused repeatedly with warm, white liquid.
The two of them together are a force of nature. So raw and powerful, my ovaries throb.
Once their tornadic climaxes peak, Shane drops to his knees in front of me. Without a word, he encircles me in his arms and rests his head on my lap. I’m arrested by his vulnerable gesture. My heart pinches in my chest.
I ruffle his hair lovingly before Chase cups my face, and we share a winded kiss. A prolonged, deep, passionate, pulse-pounding kiss.
I finally admit to myself just how much I love these men. From the heavens above to the core of the earth below.
“Take me to bed,” I implore them.
“Tell us you’re home.”
I smile sincerely for the first time in weeks. “I’m home.”
Epilogue
Ipound the cold stick of butter with a French rolling pin. If you’re in search of some anger management in a pinch, this works wonders. I scrape the butter up with a pastry scraper and fold it over onto itself, then repeat the process until the butter bends without breaking.
Making puff pastry from scratch may seem time-consuming and intimidating to some, but I was looking for a challenge. And I definitely found one.
Tonight marks six months that Shane, Chase, and I have been together. Six months since I lost one home and gained another. I won’t lie; it hasn’t been easy. I harbor a lot of resentment toward Ty Winters. The fact that he’s Shane and Chase’s employer doesn’t sit well with me, but I try to remember they aren’t him. That what Ty did wasn’t personal, even if it feels that way. I focus on the positive. On what Pops would want me to do. Move on. Live. Laugh. Love. I keep his memory alive by doing just that. And it gets me through each and every day.
Life is hard. It’s a struggle, but the slivers of happiness beaming like sunshine through the dark clouds make it all worthwhile.
Shane and Chase, Janine and Jack, and cooking are my happiness. I smile as the dough forms beautifully. Tonight’s celebratory menu consists of salmon atop puff pastry with pesto sauce. Grilled asparagus and homemade whipped potatoes. Almost sounds gourmet, huh?
Maybe on a smaller scale.
I prepare the salmon and puff pastry on a foil-lined baking sheet, ready to pop it in the oven. Right before I do, I hear Chase call my name.
I glance at the kitchen clock. They’re early. I wasn’t expecting them home till seven.
“Pixie, put your shoes on. We have to go out,” he announces as he walks briskly into the airy kitchen.
