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The idea that she had the power to make him worry, much less show that fear long enough for her to see it, only made him a little more human in her eyes. She wanted him and Lance. They were a pair to her, and one without the other just wouldn’t be the same. Plus, there was no way one of them could protect her by himself. Maybe once they reached the little community she’d named New Hope, one of them could keep her safe among the much larger group, but there were no guarantees. She wanted to feel safe again. She hadn’t felt that way in so long, she almost couldn’t remember anymore.

“Vella?” Lance gently prodded. “What do you want to do, hon?”

Tears burned the backs of her eyes as she struggled to keep them from falling. She wanted a family, and happiness, and to feel safe again. She wanted them.

“I want the three of us to be together,” she said. “I want a family.”

* * * *

Carver realized he’d been holding his breath while Vella had been thinking. He’d never held his breath waiting for the outcome of someone else’s decision before. Nothing had ever really mattered enough to him until now. How had he gone from just getting her to the safety of the community they were looking for to wanting her as his ole lady? When had he changed his mind?

It had to have been when he’d seen her with that bastard’s hands on her and the gun in his hand. Realizing that he could easily lose her in the blink of an eye had to have been when she went from someone to protect to
his
someone to protect.

Yeah, right. I made the decision before I ever left the cave to find clothes for her. I just wasn’t admitting it to myself. What am I going to do when she finds out what I was doing up until a year ago?

Because Carver knew she’d find out. Someone was bound to recognize him at some point. Plus, she deserved to know, just not before they got her safely to where they were headed, Once she was safe so that if she kicked him to the curb after she’d found out about his past then he would tell her. It left a bitter taste in his mouth to know that he might only have her in his arms for a short time. To top it all off, he would be sharing her with Lance. He wasn’t one to share.

“We want that, too, hon. Right, Carver?” Lance was saying.

He pushed his thoughts back to the present and what he knew to be fact right then. Vella wanted him—wanted them. It was more than he would have ever thought possible.

“Yeah. We want that, too.” He looked from her face to Lance’s and nodded at the other man.

Lance’s eyebrow’s lifted, but barely a second passed before he had latched on to the opportunity Carver had given him to be the first to touch, hold, and love their new wife. The other man stretched out next to her and pulled her closer until their noses were nearly touching. Carver wanted to walk away while they were together but knew that would be as good as admitting that he couldn’t do this. He forced himself to settle down next to them and watch. Participate? He wasn’t sure he could do that yet. Sharing was as foreign a concept to him as breaking the law would be to Lance.

His eyes burned as the other man kissed Vella with passion but without the feral heat that he would have kissed her with. Which way did she prefer to be kissed? Was he too rough for her? He knew how to fuck, sex for sex’s sake, but this that Lance was giving her was entirely different. The man had to already be in love with Vella to be so gentle and careful with her.

“You taste like heaven, hon. I can’t wait to get my mouth on that sweet pussy,” Lance was saying. “Let’s pull this off of you so we can touch every part of you.”

Lance looked up at him. “Can you help me get her clothes off?”

Carver wanted to tell him no, that he was asking too much of him, but instead, he helped Lance sit her up and remove her shirt and then her panties.

Fuck! She was made for fucking. Her heavy breasts would be slightly more than a handful for Lance’s hands, but they would fit just right in his larger, rougher ones. She had a rounded belly that would be perfect to rest his head on after eating her cunt out. And, good God! Her ass was a fucking wet dream. He could imagine sinking his dick deep inside her as Lance filled her from beneath. He had to close his eyes to regain a measure of control or he was going to tear her away from Lance.

“Perfect,” Lance whispered almost to himself. “Vella, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“Please, Lance. Carver!” she held her hands out. “Don’t tease me this way. I need you both. Make me yours.”

There was no way Carver could miss the sincerity in her eyes or on her face. There was almost a desperate set about her mouth and to the corner of her eyes. She did want them—need them. His chest hurt with an ache to do just that—make her his—but she wasn’t his alone.

Lance bent over once more, but this time he wrapped his mouth around one breast. Sucking in as much as he seemed able, moaning against her tender flesh, he plumped up her other breast, as if offering it up. Carver stared at it longingly, going so far as to lean toward it, but he jerked back.

“Give her what she needs, man. She wants us both loving her, touching her. She tastes like a crisp apple. Just look at her nipples, Carver. They’re long and tight, perfect for sucking on.” Lance had pulled off of Vella’s breast to stare up at him with concern in his eyes.

He was right to be concerned. Carver was having a difficult time going through with it. He really hadn’t thought it would be that big of a deal when he’d first thought about sharing her so they could get her to safety, but now that his feelings were involved, it was an entirely different situation.

One look in Vella’s aroused eyes, heavy lidded and pleading, and Carver was lost. He’d give her whatever she needed as long as he could be near her. What a pussy-whipped bastard he’d turned out to be. If his brothers could see him now, they’d laugh their asses off all the way back to the club.

Carver slowly lay down next to her and, without looking over at Lance, sucked her perfect dusky nipple into his mouth, clamping down on the instinctive urge to moan at how good she tasted. Lance was right, she had the best-tasting breasts he’d ever sampled. He sucked in as much of her tender flesh as he could.

Before he realized it, he was licking his way to the underside of her breast as he pulled and pinched on her nipple. When he buried his nose there in the crease where the mound of flesh met her chest, he swore he felt real peace for a precious few seconds. Memories of his early childhood returned from wherever they’d been locked away. The soft, powdery scent of his mother teased him as did the soft touch of the back of her fingers caressing his cheek. Then it was gone again.

What the fuck was that? I’ve never been able to remember before. No matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn’t. Why now? What the hell is happening to me?

He jerked away from where he’d been nuzzling the underside of Vella’s breast then tried to cover his actions by running his hand down her breast to her abdomen. Her soft moans were music to his ears, but he was too freaked out right then to enjoy it. What had happened? What was that feeling he’d had while he’d been lost in those memories? It had felt like hours, but in fact, could only have been a few seconds. So what had it been?

Home. It smelled like home, and happiness, and safety. I know better, but for a second I felt like I was back home before it all went to hell.

As he pulled away from Vella, Lance kissed his way down her torso, licking at the little corners where her hip touched her pelvis, making her squirm and giggle. That giggle jerked at Carver. The soft chimes of her laughter tightened things inside of him, as well as his balls. Fuck, she affected him more than he wanted. She would take over everything about him if he let her. That was something he couldn’t allow to happen. It would kill him to lose her if she owned his heart and soul, and he would lose her eventually.

Carver shifted a little farther away as he watched Lance make his way to her pussy. Seeing the other man’s hands on the inside of her pale white thighs tore at him. He refused to acknowledge the jealous rage eating at him already. How was he going to do this?

A sharp cry from Vella had him searching her face for any sign she was in pain. He’d pull Lance off of her in a second if he was hurting her in any way, but it wasn’t pain on her face. Ecstasy colored her cheeks a pale pink as she squeezed her eyes shut even as her mouth hung open just the slightest. Not pain at all. He glanced down to see that Lance had a finger deep inside of her cunt while he licked all around her distended clit. The little bud made his mouth water to taste her.

Fuck! I want her so fucking much. I’m not going to be able to do this.

But he had to do it. Keeping her safe was imperative, and if he didn’t accept that he was sharing her with Lance, she’d reject them both. And then who would watch out for her?

“Holy hell, man. You’ve got to taste her. She tastes like caramel apple pie with just a hint of cinnamon,” Lance said, looking up from where he lay between her perfect thighs.

“What are you, a freaking chef or something? Pussy doesn’t taste like desserts.” He snorted, shaking his head.

“No doubt the pussy you’ve been messing with wouldn’t taste very good, but she isn’t one of those biker whores you’re used to, Carver.” Lance glowered at him. Then he took one of Vella’s hands and dragged two of her fingers through her own juices.

Carver watched her face turn a bright shade of pink. Now, that was interesting. If she got all flustered diddling with herself while someone watched, he could well imagine how she’d react to being told to put on a show for them. He craved it now but knew it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Hell, it wouldn’t happen at all if he didn’t get his act together and work at the sharing part.

When Lance offered up her dripping fingers to him, he took them into his mouth and nearly moaned at the sweet and spicy taste that exploded over his taste buds. Lance was right. She really did taste like apples and cinnamon, though he wasn’t sure about the caramel part—yet.

“Told you,” Lance said before burying his face between her legs once again.

Carver wanted to jerk him away from her so he could taste her again—really taste her. She was like some addictive ambrosia that captured his attention and now he wanted—no, needed—a deeper taste.

“You’d better stop screwing around or I’m going to move you to the side, Lance,” he said.

He was only half joking with the other man. Carver wanted to feel that piece of home again, and he had decided that Vella held the key. Before he’d wanted to leave while Lance made love to her. Now he wasn’t about to go and leave her alone with the other man. Lance was a good man and Carver wasn’t, but he knew he needed her like he needed his next breath. It finally dawned on him that Lance was the only way he would ever have a chance to be with her even if Carver had been the only one there. He needed Lance to be there for her with all that touchy feeling stuff he wasn’t able to give her. He needed her in his life, so he needed Lance as well.

Carver settled a little more with the arrangement. It would work. He’d do everything he could to make it work. Where that would leave him once they arrived at their destination, Carver had no idea. God knows he was going to try and change her mind about him, but he had no idea if she would trust him once she knew the truth. Maybe it was best if he didn’t dwell on that part of the trip. It wasn’t always about the outcome but about how you made the journey. Carver planned to make the journey enough to last him for the rest of his life. He couldn’t let what lay ahead color how he acted today. Today he had a piece of heaven in his arms. Vella.

Vella’s senses were on overload, and they hadn’t even taken off their clothes. She longed to touch them, explore their bodies for herself. She was really doing this. It was a huge step, but if she wanted safety and support, it was the only way. Finding two men who were as nice and caring as these two wasn’t easy. She’d be a fool to not give them a chance.

Lance returned to running his tongue around her clit while he thrust a finger deep inside her pussy. She couldn’t believe how good he was making her feel. How had she not known that sex could feel this good?

“Please, Lance. I need to touch you, touch both of you. Take off your clothes,” she said on a moan.

“Babe, if I take off my clothes now, there won’t be any more fun time,” Carver said, his voice a husky growl.

“Just your shirt, man. Let her touch you. She needs that connection,” Lance told him.

Carter seemed to hesitate until he caught Vella’s eyes on him as she licked her lips. She was starving for him. He must have sensed it, because in less than a second Carver had pulled his shirt over his head and slung it to the side. Then he slowly crawled the last few feet until he was as close as he could get to her without covering her body with his.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered as she spread one hand across the center of his chest.

He huffed. “Men aren’t beautiful. Hell, I’m not even handsome.”

“Are you arguing with me already?” she asked in a teasing voice.

Carver frowned. She realized he didn’t know how to take teasing. How could he not know how to flirt? It was sad in a way that he wouldn’t know how much fun that could be. Lance rescued him, as if knowing he was at a loss.

“Get used to it, hon. He argues about everything. I think he does it just to piss me off sometimes.”

She pouted up at Carver. “Are you going to argue with me all the time like you do with Lance?” she asked.

His eyes widened as if she’d scared him. “Hell, no. I’m not going to argue with you at all. If you don’t see it my way, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you. I might even tickle you to death.”

She couldn’t help herself. Vella burst out laughing. “Tickle me to death? Really?”

“I’m not going to argue with you, babe. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”

That took her breath. Yes, she wanted that. “Okay then.”

“No more talk, guys,” Lance said as he settled between her legs once more. “I’m hungry, and she’s lying here spread open like a feast before me. I’m not wasting one second of this.”