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“You’re kidding? How could she think that? She’s amazing.” Justin drew his fingers through the light smattering of hair over her pussy. Again, nothing.

Ned narrowed his eyes at her lack of response. She was sound asleep. Even so… “I wonder.” He leaned closer, adopting a deep, stern voice. “Bella. Wake up. Justin and I want you. Now.”

Her eyes opened as she blinked rapidly, looking around the dim room. Ned’s chest constricted at her quick response. Bella’s submissiveness drove more blood to his already thick erection.

“Is it morning?” she asked.

Justin shook his head. “Nearly. We have time for one more fantasy. Yours.”

She swallowed heavily, looking at them nervously. “Mine?”

Ned frowned. What the hell did she want? And did she seriously think there was anything they would deny her? “Yes. Yours.”

“You’ve already given me more than I’ve ever dreamed.”

Justin picked up on her reticence as well. “You said you’ve imagined us together. Tell us how, Bells?”

She licked her lips, betraying her anxiety. “Just like tonight.”

Justin narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to us. You’re not good at it. Tell us what you want.”

Ned was surprised by the vehemence in Justin’s tone. His best friend was a difficult man to anger. Obviously Justin didn’t like the idea that Bella—who’d given herself so freely to them all night—was suddenly holding something back.

She glanced at Ned, though if she was expecting him to save her, she was destined for disappointment. “I suspect your ass is still sore from your earlier spanking. However, if you’re looking for more punishment, I’m happy to oblige.” His words were a bluff, but they did the trick.

“Okay. Fine. But I’m just asking a hypothetical question. I’m not expecting anything from you.”

She’d sparked Ned’s curiosity. “Tell us what you want.”

“I couldn’t help but notice all night that the two of you don’t seem to mind being close. Physically, I mean.”

She was right. They weren’t squeamish about personal space. Her comment opened a door, so Ned stepped through, hoping his response would help her understand what they wanted. And why it would work. “I don’t have a problem with Justin being naked and in the same bed as me. As long as there’s a beautiful woman between us. We’re best friends, Bella. We share. Everything.”

His ready answer seemed to surprise her. “Have you ever fucked a woman at the same time?”

“Yes,” Justin whispered.

She considered that for a few minutes. “So, you’ll take me that way too?”

Ned closed his eyes, praying for the strength to give her the right answer. Blazing desires aside, he and Justin needed to act with prudence. “Bella. What you’re asking for is…”

His words drifted away as he struggled to explain. It was intense, hardcore, and potentially painful, despite how much they might try to prepare her for it.

“Ned. In my fantasy,” she said, her voice so low, Ned had to lean forward to hear her, “I want a true ménage. I want both of you inside me.”

“Have you ever had anal sex, Bella?” Ned asked.

She shook her head, proving what he already suspected. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough to take me that way.”

She simply wasn’t physically ready for what she asked for. And it fell to them to protect her.

Ned moved between her legs, lifting them until her ankles rested flat on the mattress by her hips. Her knees dangled outward, leaving her wide open for his perusal. “So I take it you liked Justin’s finger here.” He reached down to stroke his fingertip along her anus.

She gasped when he pressed in to the second knuckle. He wouldn’t venture farther—not without lube—but he wanted her to feel the pinch, to recognize the pain that would be associated with this act when they filled her ass. To add another cock to her pussy would be more than she was capable of. Which was why they had been stupid to agree to one night. Some fantasies took time. More than they had if they couldn’t convince her to allow this affair to continue.

Ned felt a spark of electricity zip along his spine at the thought of claiming her the way she requested. He wanted it. Badly. But it simply wasn’t happening tonight.

However, there was one last portal to breach. He wiggled his finger.

“Do you want us to fuck you here? To steal this little piece of virginity and stretch out this pretty ass? Make you ours in every way possible?”

Her eyes drifted closed, but if she thought to shield her desire, her need for what Ned was offering, she failed.

Justin reached over and gripped her breast firmly, squeezing and pinching the nipple until she began to squirm. Her reaction to pleasure-pain was magic. They had put her through her paces and she’d merely become more aroused in response. She was the perfect complement to them.

“We can’t give you what you want, Bella.”

Her eyes opened, landing on Ned’s face. “You said you would.”

He pressed his finger deeper, the dryness making it a rough entry. She winced. “We’ll fuck your ass, but nothing more. What you want takes time, preparation. Give us another night.”

“Or better yet, give us forever. Fuck this pretense, Bells.” Justin’s patience had clearly been stretched to the hilt. The band had broken and the walls were tumbling down on all of them.

“Forever?” She laughed nervously. “That’s a hell of a jump. From one-night stand to forever?”

Justin didn’t laugh, didn’t bother to pretend he’d misspoken his true desires.

Bella’s brow creased as realization dawned. She shook her head. “What you’re asking for is impossible.”

Ned had believed the same thing, but he didn’t feel that way anymore. “No. It’s not.”

“I need my job. Tonight has probably already put that at risk. We have to stop now before this goes too far. Before one of us gets hurt.”

The pain in her eyes told him that hurting was already inevitable. His gaze no doubt reflected the same agony. If she continued to fight them, to refuse to give this relationship a chance, then all of them would pay the price.

“Get me the lube, Justin.”

Her eyes widened as she looked at Ned. “So you’ll give me my fantasy?
Just
the fantasy?”

He shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t hurt you that way for all the money in the world. But this night isn’t over yet. There are still a couple hours until dawn. Until then, I intend to show you exactly why this will work. Why we’re fucking perfect for each other.”

A sad laugh escaped. “Perfect fucking doesn’t translate to forever.”

Ned scowled. “That’s not what I said.”

“We’re more than that, Bells,” Justin insisted. “And you know it.”

Ned took the lube Justin handed to him, uncapping the bottle and squirting a healthy dollop into her ass. She squirmed.

“Cold?” Ned asked.

She nodded.

“Then let’s heat it up.” He pressed one of his fingers in to the hilt, not bothering to go slow. She’d pushed him to the edge of a cliff. Left him straining to regain his balance. His control.

Bella closed her eyes briefly.

“No. Open them, Bella-love. Watch. See what you do to me.”

Her gaze connected with his as he worked another finger in next to the first. Her breathing began to come faster, harder, as he unleashed the Dom who longed to claim his sub. With each thrust, with the addition of a third finger, she adjusted, accepted, yielded to his will.

Once her ass was stretched, he looked at Justin. “She’s ready for you.”

Justin’s tight expression told him he was barely holding on to his own overwrought emotions. The night was running out and still Bella fought them, denied them.

Justin tugged on a condom, taking Ned’s place between her legs as Ned stretched out next to her on the mattress.

When Justin lifted her ankles to his shoulders and placed his cock at her tight opening, Ned was there, his lips upon her breast, sucking her tight nipple in. Hard. Hungry. He reached down to stroke his cock, feeling the intense desire to mark Bella with his come.

Justin gave up his own shackles, thrusting into Bella’s virgin ass with one slow, steady slide, taking his time as he buried himself deep.

Bella screamed when he was seated to the hilt, her cry a perfect blend of pain and bliss. Justin paused for only a second before finding his rhythm, his pace. In typical fashion, their Bella was a quick study. Soon she was lifting her hips to welcome Justin’s return to her body. Her fingers tugged tightly at Ned’s hair as she held his head to her breast.

“Harder,” she demanded. “God, give me more. Give me all of it.”

Ned tightened the suction on her nipple as Justin drove into her body more roughly. Ned released her breast, rising on his knees to watch. With one hand, he tugged on his cock. Then he reached lower to stroke her clit with a firm touch.

She exploded, splintered. Flew apart.

Ned observed that exact moment when she lost herself in the sensations. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Then he tightened his grip and gave in to his own climax, jet after jet of come painting her stomach and breasts.

Justin followed them quickly, his body jerking. When he pulled out, he fell to Bella’s side gasping for breath, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Stay with us, Bella,” Ned whispered as he wrapped her in his embrace.

He felt her shake her head against his shoulder. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Justin asked. “Tonight should have shown you exactly how good this is. It works.”

“For now, Justin. But what happens when the newness, the novelty wears off? A threesome is a fun fantasy, but it’s hardly something you see in reality. I told you both before we started. It can only be one night. Any more than that and…”

Her words drifted away but Ned could fill in the blanks. He saw the emotions warring on her face. She was fighting with everything she had to keep this casual. But Bella wasn’t made for detached flings. In her mind, she clearly thought she could handle one night, could keep the deeper feelings away. Maybe she genuinely believed that.

Ned knew she was wrong.

Chapter Nine

Bella glanced through the peephole in her apartment door and groaned. She’d snuck out of the sex club shortly before dawn, neither man waking as she quietly dressed and then got the hell out of Dodge.

She’d managed to take a very long hot shower and a half-hour catnap on the couch, but it looked as though time had run out. She hadn’t expected either man to take her escape well, but she had needed some space and a few minutes to sort herself out. It would have been far too easy to stay in that bed, to wake up with Ned and Justin and let them convince her to keep going. That would have been wrong.

With some distance, she could see now just how much she had put at risk last night. She’d been a fool to start. So it was time to stiffen her backbone and think with her brain, not her hormones.

She’d fallen into the submissive role, letting them take the lead because it had felt so incredible to live out the fantasy, but she wasn’t that person in real life. She was
this
person. The woman cowering behind a locked door.

Ugh.

She threw back the deadbolt and opened the door.

Justin gave her a smile that was too fucking charming for her sanity. “You left without saying goodbye.”

“Sorry. Didn’t realize that was standard operating procedure after a three-way in a sex club. I’ll tuck that information away for the next time I participate in a ménage.” She hoped her light, casual tone would put them back on familiar ground. She was desperate for things to return to normal.

Ned didn’t reply, but his dark gaze shot through her like a laser and it took all the strength she had not to fall to her knees and apologize.

Jesus. Get them out of here. Now.

“Is there something else you needed? Besides the proper farewell?”

Ned’s scowl deepened, so she turned her attention to Justin. Maybe she’d pull this off more convincingly if she just ignored Ned. As it was, he had some tractor-beam that pulled at a part of her she wasn’t sure she could keep locked down.

Justin ran a gentle finger along her arm. “We wanted to make sure you were okay, Bells. Last night was pretty intense.”

She tried to smile but the attempt was wobbly at best, so she bit her lower lip and waved his concern away. “Oh, I’m fine. Had a nice hot shower and a nap already. Now I just need to whip up some lunch and I can settle down in front of my computer this afternoon to work on that graphic for—”

“You’re coming to lunch with us,” Justin said before she could lie any more about her plans for the day.

Truth was, the second they left, she planned to drag herself to bed to cry a little. She’d been so sure she could hold her emotions at bay, but that had been total stupidity on her part. She’d worked with these men for nearly six years and if she were being completely honest, she’d been halfway in love with them before she even walked into the club. Last night had sort of sealed that deal. Which left her way fucked up.

She started to shake her head, but Ned took a step closer. She retreated without considering her actions…or his response. He took another step. And so did she. Before she knew it, both men were in her house and the front door was closed.

This was bad. Very bad.

“You’re going to come to lunch with us, Bella.”

She narrowed her eyes at Ned’s deep-voiced command. If she couldn’t find a way to resist it, she was in deep shit. “The statute of limitations on ordering me around ran out at dawn.”

Ned chuckled, though there was no mirth in the sound. “You think so?”

She didn’t want to admit—even to herself—how freaking wet her panties were at that second. Ned had her number. And he knew it.

“I know so.”

Fortunately, Justin stepped in, breaking up their battle of wills. Thank God. Bella harbored no illusions she’d ever win that war against Ned.

“We need to go or we’re going to be late.”

She frowned. “For what?”

“Sunday dinner at my mom’s house. You promised her you’d come this week.”

The word “shit” came out on a sigh, prompting Justin to tease her. “I’m telling my mother you said that.”