Windswept (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

A sound from the door caught Cadence’s attention, and she looked up to see her father entering the room again. Cadence was surprised to see Anna Jones following closely behind him. He came to Cadence’s bedside again and took her hand. Cadence smiled at him.

“Cadence,” he began, and Cadence could tell he was having trouble speaking. Anna put her arm around Carl’s waist and squeezed his free hand in hers. He looked down at her, and she nodded encouragingly at him. “I am so sorry for the way I treated you,” he said softly. “I know I’ve pushed you hard since your mother…” He choked off again. “I saw you drifting away and tried to hold on as tightly as I could. And I know it wasn’t easy.” He stopped and took several shaky breaths.

“When they told me about the accident, it was like your mother all over again.” His voice cracked this time, and the tears began to leak out the corners of his eyes. “I thought I was going to lose you for good, and the last thing I said to you was that you were a whore.” He sobbed. “I’m sorry, Cadence, so sorry. Those men have not left your side in the last two days. It is obvious that they love you. And if you want to be with them then I won’t be the one to stop you.”

Tears were running from Cadence’s own eyes now. “Oh, Papa!” she cried. “I love you so much. I only ever wanted you to be proud of me.”

“And I am, honey,” he replied, smiling. “I am so proud. Seeing you on that stage the other night…well, I thought I was going to burst right there.”

“He couldn’t stop talking about it,” Anna piped up from his side. “You were dazzling, Cadence.”

“You were there, too?” Cadence asked. “You and my dad?”

Anna blushed and gazed up at Carl who smiled back down at her. And Cadence felt happiness welling up inside her. It looked like her father had begun to let down the shield he had erected around his heart on the death of his wife.

“It’s still new,” Anna said. “But I think we’re doing well so far.”

“Very well,” Carl said and kissed Anna’s cheek gently.

“I guess we aren’t the only ones who like flute players,” Chris said from the door, and Cadence, Carl, and Anna turned to see Chris and Ryan standing just inside the room. To Cadence’s amazement, her father actually laughed and smiled at Anna again.

Chris and Ryan moved closer to the bed to stand on either side of it. Each one took a hand, and Cadence gazed up at first one, then the other, overwhelmed by the intense emotions swirling through her. She was vaguely aware of Anna pulling her father out of the room.

“Cadence,” Chris began. “I’ve never been as terrified of anything as I was at the thought of losing you.”

Ryan added, “And we don’t want to ever, ever feel that way again.”

“Please say you’ll stay with us,” Chris pleaded softly. “We want you in our lives for ever. We want to marry you.”

“Please say yes,” Ryan whispered. “Our trio isn’t complete without you.”

Cadence was so overcome that she couldn’t speak. Tears ran from her eyes, and she nodded at her men. They leaned in and kissed her, each pressing his lips in turn to hers in a tender, loving kiss.

Cadence paced anxiously in the dressing room of the university auditorium where her graduation recital was set to begin in a few minutes. She couldn’t help remembering the way Chris and Ryan had helped her relieve her nerves the last time she had performed. Her cheeks grew warm at the thought, and her panties grew damp beneath her dress.

I have got to get laid soon, she thought and then laughed. She had not ever imagined herself thinking like that. But she was bursting with sexual frustration. Since her release from the hospital three weeks ago, Chris and Ryan had been withdrawn. They still held her and kissed her, and the three of them shared a bed every night, but not once had they made love. They were treating her as though she were a fragile doll who would break at the slightest touch. And it made Cadence want to scream. She was completely healed, and she found that the only aches she had now came from the desire that was going unfulfilled.

A soft knock at her door made her smile. Maybe they were going to help her with her nerves after all. She went to answer it and found a skinny, young man holding a vase full of flowers.

“Are you Cadence Bennett?” he asked in a bored voice.

Cadence nodded and the boy handed her the vase without another word and walked away. Closing the door, Cadence carried the vase to the dressing table and set it down. She looked at the card which was nestled in the top of the arrangement.

Play for us and us alone. Let your emotions come out in your music. And never forget that we love you. C & R.

Cadence smiled. She glanced down at her left hand where a large, sparkling diamond solitaire rested. She could never forget their love.

Another soft knock sounded on the door. When Cadence opened it, she found Andrea standing there.

“It’s time, Cadence,” she said. Cadence picked up her flute and let her friend lead her to the side of the stage. Andrea hugged her tightly and said, “Knock ’em dead!” Cadence nodded.

Andrea walked onto the stage, and Cadence heard the murmuring in the audience come to a halt. Then Andrea’s voice sounded over the microphone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are pleased to welcome you to the graduation recital of Cadence Bennett,” she stated. She gave a quick biography and then introduced the accompanist. There was polite applause as the pianist took her seat at the piano. Andrea listed the pieces Cadence was going to play and then said, “Please welcome Cadence Bennett.”

The applause was loud as Cadence walked onto the stage in the bright lights. She stood in front of the piano and bowed slightly to the audience. The applause died down. Cadence’s eyes searched the first row and found Chris, Ryan, her father, and Anna all smiling up at her. She smiled back at them, then nodded to the pianist and finally began to play.

* * * *

“Cadence, you get better every time I hear you!” Anna gushed. They were back at Chris, Ryan, and Cadence’s condo for a reception which followed the recital. She hugged Cadence tightly. “I am so pleased to be able to say I taught you!”

Cadence smiled brightly at her. She couldn’t seem to stop grinning. Her recital had been perfect. She had even received a standing ovation, something virtually unheard of at grad recitals.

Cadence’s father beamed with pride. “I am so proud of you,” he said to her. “And your mother would be, too.”

Cadence was escorted happily around the condo by Ryan and Chris. She talked to friends from school, colleagues of her father and Chris and Ryan, and several of her teachers who had managed to attend as well. It was a whirlwind of activity, and she found herself becoming increasingly tired. Finally, only her father, Anna, Andrea, Tim, and James remained.

“Well, Cadence,” her father said with a yawn. “I think Anna and I should be heading out now. I’m getting too old to be up this late.”

“Oh stop,” Anna said, playfully punching his arm. “You’re not that old.” Carl bent down and kissed her right on the lips. Cadence blushed but was happy to see her father so obviously in love. He and Anna bade them good-bye and left.

Andrea walked to the door with her men. “Congratulations again, Cadence,” Andrea said to her and pulled her into a hug. “We’d better get going because I think those men of yours are anxious to be alone.” She grinned and winked as she, Tim, and James left the condo. Cadence closed and locked the door behind them.

When she turned around, Chris and Ryan were nowhere to be found. With a sigh, she picked up a few of the glasses that remained scattered through the room and took them into the kitchen. As she rinsed them out, she was startled by a pair of hands wrapping around her waist and warm breath on her ears.

“No dishes tonight,” Ryan whispered huskily. He turned Cadence around, and his mouth came down to hers, hard and demanding. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring and probing. Cadence moaned against him, her hands gripping his shoulders. She responded with her own tongue, darting it into his mouth and tasting him, the intoxicating feeling making her slightly dizzy.

At last his mouth left hers and travelled down her neck. Cadence’s pussy was slick with desire, and she cried out when Ryan nipped at the soft flesh at the base of her neck. Cadence felt Chris’s hands on her arms and felt him press against her back, his erection pushing against her. She turned her head toward him, and his lips claimed hers. His kiss was slower, his tongue doing a sensual dance with hers, slowly pulsing together.

Chris moved back slightly and quickly undid the zipper at her back. Ryan pulled away at the front so Chris could push the dress down. Ryan hooked his fingers over her panties and yanked them to her ankles. He slid his hand between her legs, stroking her. Cadence cried out and arched her back. Chris unhooked her bra and slid his hands underneath it to cup her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them, pinching the pink tips between his fingers and making them ache with need.

Ryan kissed her again as his hand explored her slit. He stroked from her dripping hole to the tip of her throbbing clit, gently circling it. Cadence groaned into his mouth as he slipped a finger inside her cunt, the thrusting of his tongue matching the thrusting of his fingers inside her. “Oh please, please,” she cried desperately. “I want to fuck you both so badly!”

“Not just yet, baby,” Chris murmured huskily. He moved away from her, the absence of his hands leaving her tits wanting. She cried out in frustration. Ryan moved his hands to her ass and surprised her by lifting her up so she was sitting on the edge of the counter, the stainless steel cold on her bare flesh.

Ryan grabbed her legs and spread them wide, placing her feet on the counter as well. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he stroked her pussy. Cadence was whimpering with need. Ryan brought his fingers to her mouth, and she sucked on them desperately, tasting her own arousal. “See how good you taste?” Ryan said. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy.” And he dropped to his knees, his face perfectly level with her cunt, and began lapping at the juices spilling from her. Cadence screamed out with pleasure. His tongue circled rapidly around her engorged bundle of nerves, and he sucked it gently between his lips. When he inserted his fingers into her pussy again, she felt herself explode. Her cunt clamped down around his fingers again and again as the orgasm ripped through her. He kept his tongue and fingers going until the last wave passed.

Before Cadence could catch her breath, Chris had replaced Ryan and was working her pussy back into a throbbing, dripping mess. While he lavished his attention between her legs, Ryan began squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. They seemed to be connected directly to her clit because each pull of a nipple could be felt in her pussy, and it wasn’t long before she was screaming her release again.

Chris stood in front of her and quickly pulled off his clothes. He moved forward and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. He groaned as he buried himself deep inside her. “I’ve missed you so much,” he cried and kissed her, his tongue and cock thrusting in matching rhythms. Cadence gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. Chris grabbed her ass and lifted her off the counter. He turned so he was leaning back slightly, and Cadence felt Ryan’s lubed fingers exploring the tight pucker of her anus.

“Just relax, baby,” he murmured as he rubbed the lube around her ass. He slipped a finger into her and began stroking it back and forth. As her muscle adjusted, he added a second and then a third finger. Cadence moaned loudly. She loved the feeling of the dual stimulation.

“Please put your cock in my ass,” she cried out. “I want to feel you both inside me.”

Ryan withdrew his fingers, and Cadence felt his large head pressing against her sphincter muscles. It pinched a little as he popped inside the muscular ring and slid slowly up inside her. She cried out as she felt herself suspended between her men, one in her cunt and the other in her ass, filling her so completely.

“Fuck me!” she cried out. “Please fuck me!”

And her men gave her what she needed. They slid in and out of her, alternating so she was always full with at least one of them. But as their control started to slip and Cadence wiggled her hips between them, they began to pound in and out of her, Cadence crying out with every thrust. She could feel her body tightening like a spring as the orgasm built inside of her. Finally she felt herself reach that climax again and screamed, “I’m coming! Oh my God! I love you so much!” Her muscles clenched both Chris’s and Ryan’s cocks, and they both cried out as they pumped her full of their cum.

Cadence fell back against Ryan behind her, and Chris put his head against her chest, and the three of them stood panting. At last Chris withdrew from her pussy and she unwrapped her legs. Ryan was holding her legs and eased her to the floor as he slipped out of her ass.

Each of her men kissed her gently.

“We love you, too, Cadence,” Ryan said.

“Now and for always,” Chris finished.

THE END

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Diana MacArthur has always loved a good story. A voracious reader from a young age, she began to create her own stories and dreamed of one day being published. That dream quickly took a backseat to other, more realistic, ambitions (Cue the flashback montage: career, marriage, two children). After reading several erotic romance books, she felt the inspiration return, stronger than ever.
Windswept
is her first published book.