Deliciously Obedient (45 page)

The
ultimate touch.

“
I
am,” she admitted as both men gave her looks that were so
accepting, so generous and unburdened, expansive and
real
.

“
I
told you to tell us what you want,” Mike growled in her ear,
nipping it.

“
Sometimes
I don’t know what that is until it’s offered to me,” she
whispered.

“
Consider
it done.” With that, Jeremy brought out the lube and another
condom, his cock standing tall and ready, her body voracious.

“
How
do we...?” she asked, but Mike already anticipated her question,
his gorgeous body pulling her to the edge of the bed.

“
It’s
nice and hot in here. Perfect,” he said, “like you.”

She
couldn’t stand it. Not one more second of not having him—or
Jeremy—in her. Straddling his perfect-cut hips, she filled herself
with his cock, tipping her head up and stretching her neck and chest
high, savoring the feel. Mike pulled her head down for a kiss and
scooted her to the very end of the bed.

And
then...the unmistakeable feel of lube all over her ass, Jeremy’s
fingers playing with the safe tight spot he’d initiated just a
short time ago. The sensation was no less fraught with that heady mix
of pleasure and trepidation, and this time? Two inside her?

She
nearly fainted from the excitement.

And
a touch of fear.

“
You
can change your mind any time,” Mike said, under her and smiling
up, more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. His grin was disarming,
the look of a man who knew himself well, not the uptight, overly
ambitious man she’d thought he was. Both were attractive, but this
Mike, the one inside her, naked and sharing so much of his inner
state, was the one she loved most.

Love.

Kisses
dotted her shoulders, the back of her neck, a long line down her
spine, little hummingbirds that made her tighten, which made Mike
groan with delight, the purr in the back of his throat like a big
game lion flaunting its prowess.

And
then, the unmistakeable feel of Jeremy’s tip pushing ever so
carefully at her puckered ring, the forbidden now divine as they
worked toward the impossible. Her pelvis felt as if she would split
in two as her whole body billowed with an unforgettable enormity.

“
Too
much,” she whispered, words trying to make sense of what she felt.
Halting, Jeremy began to pull out, but then she begged, “No, don’t
stop. Just...slower.”

God,
she was so fucking turned on she couldn’t stand it, encased by both
men, so desired they both needed to be in her simultaneously, Lydia
the fulcrum upon which their hearts all balanced.

Nothing
could stop what they’d started now, Mike’s fingers pulling her
nipples into tight pebbles, his finger trailing down to reach between
them and find her slick, torturing her clit with a studied graze that
made her begin to pulse, muscles rhythmic now and, she knew, close to
an explosive orgasm.

Jeremy
inched further, the motion making her shake—not from danger but
from the exaltation of plenitude in finding herself by giving over to
the need to be herself.

Shattered
and astounded, her mind, heart, and body mixed together between these
two men and as Jeremy rocked into her, incremental yet so dauntlessly
scorching, loving and gentle while taming his own needs just enough
to reach that point where all three could come together and—

She
tipped.

Tilted,
pitched, the word mattered not as she supernova-ed into a world where
time halted, her breath paused, great colors detonating behind eyes
closed because she couldn’t take more input, more sensation, more
sensorial detail than she experienced with Mike and Jeremy in her,
their bodies rocking as friction made its path to pure nirvana.

Reduced
to uttering moans and cries in a language made for sex only, she
shuddered and writhed, grasping Mike’s shoulders and leaving long,
red, angry welts that would remain for the next two days, yielding
secret smiles between the three that spoke of shared intimacy.

Fingernails
scraped along his chest as she needed tangible connection to hold
herself in place, afraid she would float off into nothingness from
the unadulterated revelry of being completely taken by these two men.

Mike’s
hoarse cry and tight body told her he, too, was coming, and then
Jeremy’s movement took on a looser, less controlled feel, at times
entering her with just enough pain to make her gasp, yet the
sensation increased her pleasure as he receded, the incongruity
disquieting.

Surely
she could be heard as far as the ocean, her throat open in what she
thought was a universal melody of kinship with all who climaxed in
love, but later, when her throat was raw, Mike and Jeremy would
soothe her and whisper that she’d spoken in words and sounds that
had made perfect sense to them, but that could not be identified by
another outside this circle of three.

“
I
love you!” Jeremy called out, his fingers biting into her waist,
his hot breath on her ear, repeating the words just as she throbbed,
her own mouth working to return his vow.

“
I
love you, too, Lydia,” Mike rasped under her, tears filling her as
her body expanded to become one with Mike, with Jeremy, and with
everything.

Finally,
her words returned, Jeremy slumping over her, Mike’s panting
breaths telling her he was coming down now, and that she, too, could
recede and return to being just Lydia and no longer a blend of all
that was divine.

It
felt like a great hollow emptying when Jeremy pulled out of her,
leaving her to rest her head on Mike’s chest, the thump thump thump
of his heartbeat helping her to keep time with the ancient spirit of
what they’d just done, bringing her back to this time, this place,
this
now
.

As
Jeremy dispensed with the condom and she heard the rush of water from
the tiny half bath behind the wood stove, she knew that she needed to
move, her hips aching, body in as much need of rest as her mind.
Arching up, she let Mike fall out of her and crawled to the top of
the bed, sliding under the covers and greeting the bed like a fourth
partner.

Mike
stood and he and Jeremy traded places as she heard water once more
just as Jeremy joined her in bed and wrapped her in his arms. Within
seconds, Mike followed, and soon she felt the pump of blood in her
pelvis, a residual reminder of all she had just taken in.

The
heat of the cabin made the covers a nice-to-have, rather than the
necessary protection from the cold, and two hot bodies sandwiching
her didn’t hurt, either. Their cries of love rang in her ears, and
now she had language again.

Words
that were familiar.

“
I
love you both, too,” she whispered softly, kisses planted on her
head, her cheeks, and then one tender kiss from each on her lips.

Exhausted
but with more to say, she looked at Jeremy. “You’ll stay? No more
running around the world searching for something you have now? Here?”

He
nodded and smiled. “I’ve acquired a taste for blueberry beer.
You’re not getting rid of me.”

She
laughed, the sound like peals from a bell. “And you?” She turned
to Mike. “No more playboy ‘bespoke or be naked’ crap? No more
cameras?”

His
silence freaked her out, but she saw the shift in his eyes, a turning
toward that part of him that wanted life—and not just the trappings
of life—to be better. “The only cameras we’ll have are the ones
we want for our own play.”

She
batted at his hip lightly in protest, the three chuckling. For a
brief moment, she wondered what an outsider would think, walking in.
Lydia’s long brown hair, mussed and tangled, stretched across
Jeremy’s arms. Mike’s silver, short hair framing those blue eyes,
sharp like an eagle’s, his arms around her on the other side.
Jeremy, long and corded with lean muscle.

And
then she didn’t care what anyone thought, because she didn’t have
to stew in her Red Car of Pain anymore when someone took her parking
spot.

Because
her parking spot was right here, at Escape Shores.

“
I
need to talk to my dad tomorrow,” she said, trying unsuccessfully
to stifle a yawn.

Jeremy
stiffened and she shook her head.

“
Why?”
Mike asked.

“
It’s
about building that house...”

THE END

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