The angle of his thrusts made him rub against my clit, which was already sensitive from coming. There wasn’t any way not to come again, for my senses
were overloaded. Overwhelmed. I milked him as I cried out his name, trying to pull him in deeper still.
He didn’t last, coming on a harsh groan.
“I can’t wait until we can take you together, sweetheart. This waiting is killing me.”
Declan’s voice stirred me and his arm banded about my waist, scooping me up off Cole’s cock to stand right in front of him at the side of the bed. I felt Declan’s clothes along my back. Cole sat up and brushed a thumb idly over my nipple, then stood and went into the bathroom, most likely taking care of the condom.
“Bend over,” Declan said, his hand at the center of my back pushing me forward, my hands resting on the bed.
I heard him open his pants, the sound of a condom wrapper opening. I didn’t move. “I love the sight of you like this. Bent over and waiting for my cock, pussy all used by Cole and ready for me, the plug in your ass.”
God, I wasn’t embarrassed by his talk. No, I was aroused and I shifted my hips because I was eager. “Hurry,” I whispered, needing him, too. I’d come twice, but I wasn’t done. I wanted both of them.
Declan stepped up right behind me and slid right in. While the fit was tight with the plug, I was so wet, and as he’d said, ready.
We fucked hard and fast, and he was different than Cole. He moved with a wild abandon while Cole took me with focused precision. They both knew exactly how to make me come, as if they’d been given a manual. Perhaps it was having to watch and wait, but Declan came quickly, but only after he’d used his fingers on my clit to get me off again. He’s said, “Ladies first,” before making me cry out and clamp down on him and the plug as I came. I slumped on the bed as Cole removed the plug, used a warm washcloth on me as Declan went into the bathroom.
“I worked up an appetite,” Cole said, giving my bottom a playful swat. “Get dressed, darlin’. I hear your stomach rumbling.”
They left the room and I got dressed, minus my panties, which Declan had somewhere. My muscles felt like pulled taffy and I couldn’t help the goofy smile on my face. I’d been well and truly fucked. Not once, not twice, but hell, I couldn’t keep track of how many times. And, it wasn’t just simple missionary sex. Oh no. We’d gone so far beyond that, I had a feeling we’d done things illegal in several states. I was a little sore, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t forgetting the night—and morning—anytime soon.
I headed downstairs to discover that Declan had made breakfast for us. While I knew it was time to go back to my apartment, I was hungry and I didn’t want to be an ungrateful guest. And what kind of men were they? Nice, attentive, very skilled, had very large cocks, cooked? There had to be something wrong with them.
As I ate the scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on my plate, I tried to figure out what it was. Once I finished and they were both watching me with satisfied grins, I stood up. As much as I didn’t want this to end, my pussy needed a little break and I needed to move on. The night, and morning, of fun was over. I had to let these two go, now, when it was still easy. Well, easier.
“Um, well, I probably should get back to my apartment, so thanks for the—”
Of course they didn’t let me go that easily.
Declan took me by the hand. “Thanks? I’m not even going to respond to that, sweetheart.” He was quiet as I realized I did sound a little bit insulting. But it had been a one night fling. “You don’t have to be at the diner until later today, right?”
I nodded. There was no use lying, they knew my schedule as well as I did.
“Then there’s something I want to show you.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
COLE
It was Dec’s idea to take our woman up to the cabin. And she was our woman. Last night had done away with any remaining doubts we might have had. While I would have said it was when I slid into her wet heat and felt her pussy squeeze and clench around me, her body adjusting to my claiming, then Dec’s, but really, she became ours the second she slipped to her knees, taking us first in hand, then into her mouth.
No, she’d become ours the second we first saw her.
Hannah was the one for us, plain and simple. I thought we’d done a damn fine job of proving it to her, but she’d been ready to do the walk of shame in the middle of the night. I could feel my lips twitching up in a grin at the look on her face when I’d licked that sweet pussy of hers. We’d shown her how it would be and why she should want to stay, naked and between us. But the fact that she’d tried to sneak out of our bed, that she was ready to just say thanks and go home, those were not good signs. Clearly, she still thought of us as a fling and last night was a one-night deal in her mind. That it had just been a wild time. Even after we started to train her ass, told her we’d take her together when she was ready.
I saw nothing wrong with a woman having a fun night in the sack. If she wanted to fuck and suck her way through several orgasms, more power to her. But Hannah wasn’t the love-em-and-leave-em type. Not with us. Not with anyone. If she just wanted a night, we’d be the men to give it to her, but she didn’t just want that. No, she wanted it all, deep down, beneath all her worries, society rules and other issues we had no idea about. We just had to show her how good it could be. With us. I thought we’d done that, but it appeared not well enough.
Dec and I had our work cut out for us trying to prove her wrong. We’d known she was skittish from the start—clearly she was trying to keep her past from us, but I had no idea why. Dec was the cop. He was the one who could dig it out of her, and if not, from the computer. This wasn’t going to be easy…but it would sure as hell be fun.
“Where are we going?” Hannah asked. She was nestled between us once again in the truck. We’d stopped by her apartment briefly so she could get a change of clothes on our way out of town. While I loved her in her black dress, she needed jeans and sturdy shoes for the backcountry.
“Dec’s family has a cabin about an hour out,” I told her. “Since you have no car, you don’t get out of town to see anything but the few blocks of Main Street. We thought it might be nice to show you some of what Montana’s really like.”
Dec glanced over at me with a grin. I knew that look. He was happy. So was I. Hell, we still had Hannah between us and we had our clothes on. She wasn’t just a quick lay. No, we liked her any way we could get her.
We weren’t even trying to hide the fact that we were trying to sell her on Bridgewater. We were like oily used car salesmen trying to make a commission. But the town practically sold itself, as long as one was into the small-town scene. The surrounding mountains didn’t hurt either. They were the main draw for the people who lived here. Especially this time of year when the grasses were a bright green and the wildflowers blanketed the meadows. There was so much to do and we wanted to do all of it with Hannah.