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“Yes, oh yes, Quinn,” I said, burying my head into Liam’s shoulder. My back arched and the dip at the hollow deepened as my butt lifted for him. Liam let out a moan as his cock became lodged and trapped against the front wall of my pussy—hard, tight and stiff. I could feel him spreading his legs so Quinn could settle between them, their teamwork, as ever, impeccable.

Quinn paused for a second, then his hungry, demanding cock prodded my anus. It was lubed, smooth and so damn wide. I whimpered with the overwhelming desire for double penetration. I needed the connection, the fulfillment. I needed to be owned by Liam and Quinn like I needed to take my next breath.

“Shh,” Quinn said, his breath tickling my ear and his hands settling on the bed on either side of Liam’s shoulders. “Just relax, Ariane, just relax.” He pushed forward slowly, gaining the entry he desired and murmuring for me to relax more. I moaned into Liam’s neck, my breath thick and bouncing back at me in a hot fog. Quinn filling me so intimately had my insides pulsating, clenching, and the turmoil of sensations in my back passage, already tight because of Liam’s invasion, was as sweet as it was dark, as depraved as it was heavenly.

“Ah, yes,” Quinn hissed as he kept on tunneling his rigid cock deeper into my core.

“Jeez, that’s it, oh fuck.”

When he reached maximum depth I had to pant through the exquisite fullness and the complete surrender to the two cocks invading me. Every tissue and fiber in my entire pelvis had stretched thin and taut and I could pinpoint the sensitive wall between rectum and pussy that separated their two hungry shafts. They were able to feel one 83

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another’s rigidity and thrusting through the thin barrier, I knew they could—Quinn had told me once when we were alone.

Breathlessly I meshed my lips with Liam’s, then twisted my neck trying to see Quinn. I couldn’t, but his mouth was there, on my cheek, his lips soft and pressing onto my flesh.

“Oh, perfect, oh god, yes, Ariane,” he gasped. “Only you, only ever you.” He withdrew so just the bulbous head of his cock was seated in my anus then eased back in, rolling me against Liam and sending scorching fingers of pleasure through my arse and pussy.

Liam let out a groan in my other ear, thrust upward and froze so deep I felt he was part of me too.

“Is…it…good?” I gasped to no one in particular.

“Oh, fuck, it’s good before Quinn gets in,” Liam said in a strained voice. “But when he does it gets so damn snug.”

“Snug,” I managed.

“Oh yeah, snug. You grip me tight. There’s not much space in the first place but then your perfect pussy hugs me all the tighter.” Quinn began to thrust to a slow, deep tempo. When he was on top it was him in control and I allowed my limbs to succumb to weakness. My sphincter was fiery and stretched and clenched around him as he pulled out, pushed in. My pussy and rectum were so full, chock-a-block each time he hit maximum penetration. I was yielding to ecstasy and my head fell into the crook of Liam’s neck. Overtaken and surrounded by my men, I was in love.

After several exquisite minutes, Quinn picked up the pace. His breaths became sharp, less controlled in my ear. A deep, uncontrolled moan started in the lowest part of my chest and rumbled upward. I let it run free and wild and on and on.

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The cocks within me were so rigid now, silk on steel. I knew it wouldn’t be long, and when the first tug of a blissfully deep orgasm captured my clit and G-spot I claimed it. “Ah, yes, yes,” I cried, trying to move but unable to. I was completely wrapped in male muscle, in me and around me, holding me viselike.

I was there. My orgasm erupted and through my dreamy, ecstatic haze I realized Liam was about to join me in climax.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Liam shouted in a desperate, snapping voice. “Fuck, go for it, Quinn. Faster. Fuck her faster.”

Immediately Quinn shoved forward harder, faster, catapulting my pussy and anus into a free fall of pleasure that came in great waves of sublime crescendos. His powerful hips rammed against my butt, over and over, harder and harder. Liam spurted into me, groaning and writhing, his hands gripping at my body as my innards spasmed and convulsed.

Quinn stilled as deep as he could possibly seat within me, his long, rich moan a release of hot air coated in pure orgasmic delight. Then he too was pulsing, his cock like another living beast, shooting his climax into me and becoming one with us. My sphincter throbbed, gripped him—tight, stretched and so damn hot it was as though it was being licked by flames. When both Liam and Quinn filled me it was perfect and my existence reached full actualization.

“Oh, baby, so good,” Liam gasped, finding my lips and threading his hands into my hair. “So damn good.”

I kissed him back, lost to the dreamy state my orgasm had left me in, fading in and out of a dark well of fulfillment. Satisfaction pooled low in my belly, warm and syrupy, its presence beautiful and nurturing.

Quinn finally eased his softening cock from me. I lifted gently from Liam and flopped onto the mattress, my clit and pussy still humming and my intimate hole scorched and throbbing wonderfully.

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Quinn curled his legs with mine and wrapped his arms around me as I squeezed my body against Liam’s. His breaths were still hard in my ear and I could feel his heart beating against my back. I reached for Quinn’s hand, looped my fingers with his and welcomed a night’s sleep surrounded by both my men.

* * * * *

The next morning Liam was already locked in his office when I awoke. I showered, pulled on jeans and an old top and set about my morning jobs in the yard. After feeding the chickens, I spotted Quinn alone by the fence, dressed in his thick, brown fleece and black jeans. He was staring out over the paddock, his arms spread wide and his back slightly bowed as he gripped the top planks.

I walked over and stood against the fence, placing my hand right next to his.

“Morning.”

“Hey.” He glanced at me.

“Are you all right? You look lost in thought.”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He stared back out at the paddock.

I waited for him to elaborate. Quinn standing still, not doing something productive was an unusual sight. “So what are you thinking about?” He sighed. “Stuff.”

“What stuff?”

He gave a sharp shrug. “Last night, with you, Liam. It was good.”

“Yes, it was.” I smiled. “But it always is when we’re together.” I slid my gaze over the horizon, at the swallows flying low and catching the last of the autumn midges before their long migration.

“How does it feel, Ariane?”

“What?”

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“To be with two people, have two men adoring you, making sure you get pleasure.” His voice lowered. “Making you come.” I stared at the lush grass and a lingering buttercup, searching for the right words.

They all came to me at once. “It feels intense, super-satisfying, amazing, so damn hot to be completely connected to you both.” I smiled. “Once upon a time you said I was going to be the most pampered, sexually satisfied woman in the world and you’ve lived up to your word…more than lived up to your word.” His mouth tipped in a grin. “Yeah, I remember that conversation on the balcony.

We were so worried we’d scared you off.”

We were quiet for a moment. A tractor pulling a plow chugged in the distance and a murder of crows squabbled in a nearby copse.

“Why are you asking me this?” I asked eventually, poking at a piece of moss on the fencepost.

“I’m just curious.”

“Are you thinking about Eve?”

He turned to me, his eyes searching my face as though examining me for signs of imminent hysteria.

“It’s okay if you are,” I said, willing my heart to stop its sudden thumping. “If you’re thinking about her I’d rather you told me.” He sighed and looked away.

“You like her,” I said. “You’re attracted to her and you said you’d make sure the two of you weren’t ever in a position to let anything happen again.” I pulled in a breath.

“But that doesn’t mean she’s disappeared from your thoughts.” A muscle flexed in his jaw.

“Was she at Hanrahan’s the night you went there without me?” He straightened, rolled back his shoulders and turned. His butt rested on the top rail of the fence and he stared across the yard with his arms folded across his chest.

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“Quinn?”

“Yes, she was, she was there, okay?”

“And you thought about her after that night?” I kept my voice calm and controlled even though he’d snapped. I didn’t want to fight about this. I sensed it was too important to lose my cool.

“No, yes, well, I thought about her a little.”

“What did you think?”

“That her conversation about patient care and surgical time management was insightful, that the other members of the team respected her, listened to her.” He paused.

“And?”

“And that her hair looked like silk, like a long, golden sheet of silk smoothing around her shoulders as she moved… I wondered what it would be like to touch it.” I was quiet as I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets. There was a chill in the air that was penetrating more than my skin.

“How do you do it?” he asked, looking down at me with an expression of genuine confusion.

“Do what?”

“Love two men, be with two men. How do you do it so brilliantly?”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“You do, and you have done for so long. Not only that, you share your love and time and attention between our daughters too, and all the animals. I’m in awe of you.”

“Love is worthless until it’s given away,” I said with a smile and rested my fingers on the arm of his fleece, attempting to placate his fractious mood.

“How about attraction?” His eyes flashed. “Is that worthless?” He swallowed and I watched his Adam’s apple bob low then all the way back up again. His jaw tensed and a muscle in his cheek flexed beneath his stubble.

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“We’re not talking about me anymore, are we?”

He gave a small shake of his head.

“I don’t know about attraction, Quinn. I’m in love with you and Liam—that’s what I understand, love.”

“But there
is
a difference between love and attraction. A big difference. I’m in love with you, so in love with you, you’re my wife, the mother of my children, I want to grow old with you, look back on my life and say I spent it with you.” I felt a sting in my eyes. His words matched my feelings. My emotions were ballooning inside me and I dragged in a breath to keep them under control.

“But…” he said.

I tilted my brows and blinked away the moisture.

“But,” he went on. “Part of me wants her as well. Not to spend my life with her. I just…
want
her.”

“You said you’re not going to have an affair with her.” He shook his head firmly. “No, of course I’m not going to have an affair with her.”

“Does…?” I hesitated. “Does that include you’re not going to sleep with her too?” He shut his eyes for a long second, gnawed on the inside of his cheek.

“Quinn.” My voice was shaky but I managed to hide the wobble—just.

“No, I’m not going have sex with her, okay? Because that…” He uncrossed his arms and gripped the rail behind himself again so tight his knuckles paled. “Because that would hurt you.”

“Is that the only reason?” My voice was a little sharper. “Because you don’t want to hurt me?”

“Yes, Ariane, that’s the only reason.” He pushed away from the fence and took several quick strides across the yard.

“Wait.” I rushed to follow him. “You can’t say something like that and walk away.”

“But what else is there to say?” He spun around.

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I halted in front of him, put my hands on his chest and willed my voice to stay even. “How about talking about the vows we made to one another in our commitment ceremony, how about that?”

“We never said ‘forsake all others’. Those vows tied us together, you and me, and allowed Liam to be part of our relationship the same way I’m allowed to be part of yours. Those vows make it okay to share.”

“Yes, you share
me
.”

“But you get us both, don’t you? You get both the people you’re attracted to.”

“Love, Quinn, I get both the men I love, and the whole threesome relationship was your idea, not mine. I had to get my head around it.” He sighed and looked down at his feet. “Love, attraction, either way,
you
get it all and it doesn’t seem fair.”

My hands dropped from his chest. My breathing was hard and blew like smoke from my mouth into the cold air. “You want it fair?” I asked, my mind full of disbelief.

His gaze captured mine and his voice dropped low. “Yes.”

“But how would that work?”

“Fair would be me going to bed and being shared too.”

“You want to be shared in bed?” I shook my head, hardly believing what he was saying. “By me and Eve?”

“I wouldn’t say no. Hell, what guy would? It would be so fucking hot.”

“But, but I hardly know her.”

“So get to.”

“Quinn, I―”

“Oh, forget I said anything. It’s all hypothetical, a fantasy. Everyone has fantasies, just some people are lucky enough to carry them out.” I stared up at him. What he was saying slotted into my mind like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He thought I was standing in his way of fulfillment. He wanted Eve, he wanted 90

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to fuck her. He wanted me in the bed too. I turned and walked back to the fence. Quinn pushed everything to the limit, his work life, his expectation of the children’s behavior and achievements, and here he was pushing my tolerance of his need to explore his attraction to another woman further than I could ever have imagined.

Betsy jumped up onto the fencepost at my side, wobbled briefly then nudged her whiskered cheek against my arm. Absently I stroked the thick black fur on her back. I needed to give Quinn something, but I couldn’t do what he was asking. I couldn’t climb into bed and share him with another woman.