Denys, Jennifer - Wife for Three [Duoterra] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

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When he finally lifted his head both of them were breathing heavily and trembling. Adam just rested his head against her neck and took in her aroma. He then realized he didn’t really want to do that, as he could smell Curt and Eric on her. He wrinkled his nose.
Well, if
this relationship, this marriage, is going to work, I’ll have to get used
to it.
He laughed.

“What?” Brianna looked worried.

“Nothing, my love. You smell wonderful.”

“I do?”

“Uh-huh.” He then had a thought and raised his voice, saying loudly, “Do you think the guys are standing outside listening in, ready to run into the room the moment they think you’re in trouble?” He grinned at her startled look. She raised a hand to her mouth.

“Get on with it!” came a muffled shout from outside the room.

Brianna gasped and then chortled.

“If you want to direct this action, then get in here. Otherwise, go to the barn and jerk off—like I did.”

She raised her eyebrows at Adam’s admission, but as she did he heard a laugh followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Running her hands through his hair, Brianna asked, “Did you really?”

Adam nodded reluctantly. “Every time I heard either of them with you. And not just having sex, but teasing you, cuddling you.”

“Why didn’t you join in or touch me yourself?”

“Are you asking why I was such a pain in the backside?” She giggled. “I wasn’t going to put it quite like that, but yes.”

“Because I was an idiot.”

Smiling at his chagrin, Brianna then did something he hadn’t expected. She lifted her butt to move him back and forth inside her.

“Well, you’re not doing anything remotely idiotic now.”

“How much have my brothers taught you? Strike that. How much have you learned from Curt?”

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Grinning broadly, she lowered a hand and stroked his nipple. “Try me.”

“Hell, Brianna!”

A pang suddenly hit him, and he tensed. Clearly feeling this, she stopped.

“I—um, you know I’m not as experienced as Curt. Not even as much as Eric. I don’t always know what to do. Or do it right,” he finished ruefully.

Brianna reached a hand down to pat his backside. “Don’t worry, big boy, we’ll all learn together. And the first thing I’ll teach you is that I love my breasts being suckled. Or sucked? Can a man suckle a woman, or is that just for feeding?”

A loud chortle left him, and he shook his head. He responded to her question instead by bending his head and taking one lovely pink-tipped nipple in his mouth and sucking gently. Her body arched, thrusting her breast farther into his mouth as she let out a groan that was somewhere between satisfaction and relief.
Okay, so she really
likes that. I’ll have to remember in future.
He then grinned around her breast. He liked the sound of that—in future—the promise of lots more.

His body shook with restrained need, and he shifted inside her, beginning to increase his thrusts as her hips moved upward to meet him.
Shit, her sheath is tightening on me, milking me.
It felt so good and yet so bad since he didn’t think he could hold on much longer.

“Bree, I can’t wait. I need you so much.”

“Go for it, darling. I’m with you all the way.” As his climax spiraled inexorably higher, his balls tightening painfully as his plunges became almost violent, he felt her body suddenly tense and the sound he heard from her struck him to the core as she climaxed.

“Yeeeeowww, uhhhhhhhhh.”

And she thumped back down onto the bed, her body shaking and sweaty, breathing heavily. Adam finally came inside her again and
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again, almost nonstop as if he had stored it all up for years, crying tears of joy as he did.

“Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Oh, God, I love you.” His movements slowed gradually, and as his breathing began to calm, Brianna held him tenderly in her arms, her legs wrapped around him as she softly stroked his hair, and Adam felt lighter than he had for years.

He had finally come home.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jennifer is English and lives in a lovely historical city in the UK.

Other than writing, her interests include reading (naturally! She always has at least one book on the go, if not one by her bed, one by the bath, and one in the lounge), all things historical, including genealogy, which she has done for many, many years, watching films (particularly sci-fi), gardening, jigsaw puzzles, and walking. She lives with her pet rabbit, who is thoroughly spoilt. Jennifer says she wants to come back as her own rabbit in the next life—unfortunately that would mean she still needs to be alive herself. Maybe there is a time travel story there…

This is her seventh book, the first in the Duoterra series.

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