Just the Messenger (15 page)

Too soon, her mouth left him, her hand rubbing the most sensitive underside of his erection, slipping down to cup his balls then back up again to tease the head.

He saw her inclining her face into Marco’s lap and marveled at her skill, that she could pleasure them both at the same time so artfully. Before he could ponder that, a finger slipped farther down, pressing against his taint before dipping into his hole. He cried out at as his nerve endings sent fire all the way out to his hands.

Grace smiled at Gene’s loss of control, and her change of mouth position drew a long shiver from Marco. She couldn’t believe her luck. Most women spent their whole lives looking for just one man they could claim as their own. And here she’d been given two that she adored, basically on a platter.

The hard muscles on Marco’s legs tensed against her cheeks as she bore down on his cock, and she relished the difference between his curved length, tan and veined, and Gene’s pale, straight and thick dick. If only she had two mouths.

She released Gene’s cock and he stood. Her pussy was dripping heat down her legs, she was so turned on. She heard the man rustle a condom from his clothes on the floor, tear it open and sheath himself. He leaned over her, placing his strong hands on her shoulders, then sank to his knees between her legs from behind.

“Marco,” she whispered, “lie down on your back.”

The agent responded quickly, and Grace used both her hands on his throbbing member. She lifted her rump and braced herself against the sofa and felt Gene enter her with a renting spark of pressure that felt so good it almost hurt. Grace nearly blacked out from the pleasure, the dull ache at her core replaced by searing, pulsing cock. She cupped Marco’s balls before leaning down and suckling them, taking them one at a time into her mouth to massage them with her tongue. Her other hand worked his shaft, the wet length quivering at each up-twist.

Gene slapped her ass hard as he bucked into her, and the surge of sensation caused her to cry out into Marco’s sac. The vibration must have been too much for the man, because he let out a strangled cry before releasing stream after stream of hot, white cum onto her hair—and face when she looked up at him.

The feel of the man’s desire on her skin pushed Grace even farther toward the edge where Gene had been steering her. The businessman pushed a digit into her hole just as Marco sat up and rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her puckered nipples, and the orgasm swept over her with incredible force. She bucked and collapsed, pulsating between the loving cushion of the two men as the last of her pleasure waned.

Gene’s hands grasped her hips, positioning her over him, then thrust balls-deep twice more before roaring his ecstasy just moments later. Exhausted, they fell in a heap atop Marco.

Grace remembered the comforting feeling of Gene’s cheek on her back and the soothing motions of Marco’s hands on her hair as she drifted to sleep.

This is right,
she thought.
This must be right.

Chapter Twelve

“Do you, Graciela Merced, take these men, Marco Valencia and Gene Hardy, to be your unlawfully wedded husbands?”

“I do.” Grace smiled widely, tears in her eyes. She was the last to say ‘I do’ of the three of them, and she felt just like a fairytale princess in her white satin gown. The ceremony might have been unorthodox, but it was right up their alley.

“Then by the power vested in me by Gene Hardy, I pronounce you men and wife.” LJ Rinkleton, now known as Horace Watson, paused and darted his gaze between the three of them. “You may all kiss each other.”

Grace’s lips met Marco’s before she turned and planted one on Gene. Then she stepped back and watched the men kiss in joyous celebration of their new life.

Since moving to Iowa two months ago, they’d settled into a glorious domestic routine. Marco had quit the IIB, going through the correct routes and bureaucracy which took some months. That time had given Grace and Gene the ability to set up the sprawling ranch Gene had bought for their family with the earnings from the CableNette job.

The businessman was still hard at work securing clients in the Chicago area and often had to travel, but Marco had signed on to be his second in command and kept the organization floating back home while Gene was away. They’d hired a few people to handle the paperwork and details, and it looked as if “V&H” was off to a strong start. Grace had used her Colombia experience behind the camera to get a job at the local news station as a photographer. She was learning editing techniques, too.

The three raised champagne flutes at the small gathering of friends and business associates in a toast to the future.

“What if things don’t work out?” a party guest shouted, obviously already tipsy.

Gene smiled broadly and didn’t miss a beat. “That’s the great thing about not being allowed to actually marry,” he said. “If it doesn’t work out, we all go our separate ways. But it will.” He squeezed Grace’s hand and snaked his arm around Marco’s lower back. “It’s going to work out. I just know it.”

With that, he swept the two of them away to the private back room, leaving the guests to their own devices.

Marco looked at his bride and his groom with wondrous appreciation. After Grace had accepted their proposal, he’d tendered his resignation to the IIB immediately, so he could start a fresh life. After sending headquarters several letters written on his behalf by colleagues and superiors, he waited patiently until he received the green light, then joined Grace and Gene in the Midwest.

Now the future was wide open.

“I love you two,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

“I love you, too,” Grace whispered into his ear, kissing his neck and threading her fingers through his hair.

“And I love you both, too,” Gene added, walking over and bringing them all together in a bear hug. “Now, take your pants off,” he said to Marco.

Marco laughed, but didn’t obey.

“Oh no, Mr. Hardy-Valencia-Merced. You’d mentioned an interest in feeling a cock in your ass, am I right?” His cock hardened when he took in Gene’s paling face and wide-eyed nod. “Well, my gorgeous husband, now is the time. You take
your
pants off.”

Gene dropped his tuxedo trousers to the floor, revealing his heavy length, just slightly duskier than his pale thighs. God, the man was beautiful. Straight and strong, the dick begged for a mouth.

“Grace,” Marco said in a low growl. “Kneel before your husband.”

She took her place in front of Gene, her reddened mouth just millimeters from his glistening tip. Marco left them there to the anticipation of what was to come, while he rummaged through his belongings for the lube and condoms. He wasn’t the alpha male in their relationship, but neither Grace nor Gene seemed to have any trouble handing him the sexual reins, and he intended to show them the meaning of wedded bliss.

He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his own pants, leaving them in a pile three feet from his lovers. He sheathed his erection, and squirting lube into his palm, he lathered himself while placing teasing kisses across Gene’s back. Too much clothing.

“Gene, take your shirt off.”

The man complied quickly, his breath coming quick and hard. Grace had begun feathering kisses across his lower abdomen and groin, her nose deep in the springy hair there.

“Move back, Grace,” Marco barked, then softened his tone. “Just for a moment, beauty. He’s going to lurch forward, and I want you to be there to catch him.”

Gene moaned at the statement then gasped aloud when Marco pushed his tip slowly into the tight, waiting hole.

“Dear God,” the businessman hissed.

Marco smiled to himself. “Not so bad to be taken every once in a while, is it?” he murmured.

Gene shook his head, dragging in a ragged breath.

Marco waited for Gene’s opening to relax before entering fully then waited again until he felt Gene push back on the pressure. He began slowly thrusting, enjoying each ring of sensation as Gene clenched on his cock.

“Grace,” Marco bit out through the haze of lust and desire swirling around him.

She looked up, waiting for her instruction.

“Take off your dress and lie on your back on the rug over there.”

She did as she was told, making little noise. Marco stopped thrusting, and without breaking contact, he handed Gene the other condom that he’d left on the floor next to them.

“Suit up, my friend,” he said, balls deep in his lover. Then he slowly removed his length from the other man, who let out a protest. “Patience,” he said. “Go over to your bride and take her wholly. I’ll be right behind you.”

Marco watched, his ramrod cock aching at the cool air surrounding it, as Gene plunged into Grace, tearing a sobbing cry from her throat. Gene groaned in ecstasy and pumped easily a few times, dropping his head to kiss her breasts, swirling his tongue around the darkened tips one after the other. Grace writhed beneath him, and Marco could take no more.

He positioned himself behind Gene, who had sunk to his elbows above Grace. He smoothed his hands over the man’s ass, eliciting a shudder from him. Nudging his legs between Gene’s, Marco thrust his length into the man yet again, this time quickly with need. A flurry of sensations erupted from the base of his spine, tingling the skin all over his body as the entrance tightened and loosened with each synchronized push of the men. Grace cried out from the floor, lifting up to throw her arms around Gene and pull him toward her as she shuddered out the last of her orgasm. The look of desire on her face, combined with the clamping of Gene’s hole on his cock, brought Marco past the edge, and he shouted as spurt after spurt filled the condom to its limit. He could hardly hear Gene’s roar of completion over his own panting. He leaned down to kiss the man’s perfectly rounded ass.

“See that,” Gene laughed breathlessly, “even after you take me, you kiss my ass.”

Marco chuckled. “Well, even an Alpha needs a good fucking once in a while.”

Grace smiled up at both of them.

“Welcome to marriage, boys.” She gave them a small push. “I’d love to lie with you all day here, but we do have guests to attend to, you know.”

With a resigned sigh, Marco extracted himself from his lover and went to the adjacent bathroom to clean up. He heard the two whispering in his absence and grinned to himself. His husband and his wife.

After Grace and Gene took their turns and put on their clothing, the three linked hands and opened the door, prepared to face their guests. Prepared to face the world. Together.

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When not writing her next romance, Ninette Swann spends her days rock-climbing and taming wild horses. Or not. You decide. Or ask her about it at [email protected].

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