Forty-Eight Hour Burn (17 page)

Both men chuckled.

“Hmm, give the woman and inch and she takes a mile,” Gavin commented. “It sounds like she’s the one dishing out the orders today, my man.”

“This is one time I aim to obey.” Randy’s finger pressed further into her anus, and Georgia sucked a pained breath through her teeth. She knew what she asked of him, knew what her request would bring onto her body. The stinging resistance of her back entrance only added weight to the fact that his entering her without play would hurt.

So why did it already feel like a delicious kind of hurt? Why was her body already bracing itself for more of that delightful pleasure-pain?

“I’m not going to hurt you. No matter how badly I want to sink my cock in your sweet ass.” Randy’s last words became muffled as he turned his head away from her. The bed shifted at her back, and she heard the sound of a drawer closing seconds before the heat of his body returned. The cool contrast of a thick gel to her needy flesh made her moan. He had obviously gotten a tube of lubrication from the bedside table drawer. When his finger drove inside her again, pushing the gel deep and greasing the way for his penetration, she rocked her hips back to meet the touch.

“Damn, that’s sexy as hell,” Gavin murmured. He pulled her slightly toward him, exposing her ass to the mirror and the view of Randy’s finger as it worked her muscles to expand for his width.

She watched it, too, and couldn’t help but agree with Gavin. She managed only a few heartbeats of the pleasure meeting her eyes and body before she started to beg. “Randy, please. Ah, God, give me more.”

He obliged her by adding a second finger and then a third to probe her asshole. Delirium threatened as she thrashed between the two men. Her hips rocked forward on Gavin’s enormous cock in her pussy only to pound back on Randy’s fingers in her ass. Exquisite electric bolts zinged through her, speeding her pulse and taunting the orgasmic beast she fought to hold in her cage.

She screamed in protest when Randy wrenched his fingers free of her questing ass without warning. Sweat beaded on her brows, her breasts, her belly. She trembled, her leg that Gavin held suspended by his arm growing numb from lack of circulation.

“Not yet, sweet thing,” Randy soothed as he shifted and spooned his body against her back. “No way am I going to let you come until I’m inside you.” He didn’t make her wait, either. In the next instant, the bulbous head of his cock pushed into her anus, not stopping until it breached the tight ring of muscles and buried in her to the hilt.

Georgia stilled, feeling as though she might pass out from the sheer bliss of being filled so magnificently. She closed her eyes and allowed every spark, every bolt, and every sensation of ecstasy to consume her as completely as her men claimed her. Surrender proved her only option as they fucked her with a ruthlessness that drove her past the brink of spectacular pleasure and to the edge of paradise. She couldn’t fight her body’s needs to take, couldn’t suppress her body’s desires to give, and caught herself in the nick before coming.

“Please, Gavin, Randy, please.” She would beg, plead, and cry if she had to. She didn’t care how needy she sounded. She never felt so deprived and fulfilled at the same time. “I need to come. Please, can I come?”

She opened her eyes, her gaze slamming into Gavin’s, and she swore she saw his eyes glisten with tears.

“Oh, baby,” Randy grunted, his thrusts not slowing despite the emotion that sounded in his tone. “That’s our girl.”

“Yes, my love.” Gavin spoke so softly she read his lips more than heard him give her permission. “Come for us, now. Let me feel that hot pussy juice soak my cock and balls. Milk Randy’s cock with that tight ass as your body convulses around him.”

His erotic words delivered only another push to her already teetering control. Georgia exploded in a screaming, blinding release that shook her to her toes.

“That’s it, sweet thing,” Randy grunted, sounding more animal than man as he plunged into her ass, keeping her orgasm flowing on a riotous ride of pleasure. “Damn, that’s fantastic. I love to hear you scream your pleasure like that.”

“Please.” She managed another plea, far weaker than before, as her body struggled with the need to reject the continued sensations even as it desired more.

“What do you need, love?” Gavin asked, his smoke-roughened voice made gruffer by his own rapidly diminishing control.

“I don’t know.” She didn’t, couldn’t make sense of the sexual fog and terminal bliss clogging her mind. “You. Both of you.” It was all she could think of, the only things in the world she knew for a fact she wanted forever.

“You have us.” Randy’s hand flattened on her belly as he held her. His body tensed, shuttered, and a low roar rumbled from his chest as he spewed his hot semen in her ass.

Gavin allowed himself release at the same moment, grunting and throwing his head back as he shot his wad in her convulsing channel. “Both of us,” he added on a ragged breath as he collapsed against her front. He slowly lowered her leg and skimmed his palm up and down her tingling thigh. “Just as we have you.”

Georgia didn’t miss the slight questioning tone to his words. His breathing came in unsteady bursts the same as hers and Randy’s behind her. His gaze, however, locked with hers and didn’t waver.

She nodded, swallowed, and tried to speak. When no words came out, she let her fingers play in the hairs at his nape as she reached behind her with her other hand to find Randy.

Gavin brushed his lips to her forehead and then planted a tender kiss to both of her brows. “I’m glad you were here this morning. I don’t know what I might have done if you hadn’t been.”

“What took you so long to get here? I expected you nearly an hour before.”

“We went to your place first.” Randy’s fingers tickled idly down her side. “We told you we would be there this morning. After everything that happened yesterday afternoon and last night, did you really believe we wouldn’t come to you first?”

Georgia didn’t answer. She couldn’t around her heart now securely lodged in her throat. They went looking for her. Even though they didn’t know for certain what her decision would be, they came for her. They needed her this morning as badly as she needed them.

Gavin closed his eyes and sighed. When he looked at her again she saw apology mingling with fierceness in his expression. “The shop that caught fire yesterday…”

The one that nearly killed you
. Georgia didn’t finish his sentence the way she wanted to, knowing he wouldn’t need her to convey that much worry. When these men were called to do their jobs, the last thing she wanted was for a single thought of her wellbeing to cross their minds. They would need clear heads to do what they did best, to stay safe and alive and to come home to her.

“It belonged to Marissa Shultz,” Gavin finished. “Do you know her?”

Georgia shook her head. “I’ve met her once or twice, but I can’t say I know her.”

“Ben and Justin have staked their claims on her.” Gavin watched her, obviously waiting to see if the meaning of his words took hold.

They did. Georgia understood. “They’re part of the Service Club with you and Randy. Marissa is their girlfriend?”

“Not yet, but they’re working on her,” Randy chimed in.

“Mmm, if they work her anywhere near as good as you two work me, she doesn’t stand a chance.”

Gavin and Randy laughed.

“I think they will be pleased to know that,” Gavin said. “You can tell them yourself next time we have a meeting.”

Georgia froze, trepidation and a naughty little thrill snaking through her blood. “You’re planning to take me to the next meeting then?”

“You came back here this morning,” Gavin pointed out. “We took that to mean you decided to give yourself to us.”

Georgia hesitated, knowing once she said the word she couldn’t, she
wouldn’t
ever take it back. She started to speak, but Gavin held a finger over her lips.

“Before you answer, I want you to know something. I wasn’t being an ass with my demands and the things I expect you to give up for us.”

Georgia angled a look at him that made the corner of his lips twitch.

“Okay, I wasn’t
just
being an ass. I do have my reasons. The fire investigators haven’t determined the cause of the fire at Marissa’s shop, but Randy and I believe it wasn’t an accident.”

“You think someone set that fire, endangered those children on purpose?” Georgia sat up between the men, turning so she could look at them both. “Why?”

“Because of her association with Ben and Justin, their ties to the club,” Randy answered.

“Your reputation is something that’s always concerned me, love.” Gavin hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer. Randy moved closer, too, his hand caressing her thigh. “No matter how discreet the club has been, people in this town still know about us. They know the things that go on, the lifestyles we like to lead.”

“The way you share your women,” Georgia said softly, her attention dancing from Gavin to Randy.

“Only with our partner,” Randy assured her. “We won’t share you with any other men. You belong to us, Georgia.” His hand slid through the fluid smeared on her inner thigh to cover her pussy. “No other man will ever be inside this amazing pussy.” His hand dipped lower, slipping between the mattress and her bottom to graze over her tender anus. “No other man will ever feel this tight ass around his cock.”

“No other man will ever experience the wickedness of these lips around his shaft,” Gavin added, kissing her. “But they may watch us enjoy you from time to time,” he added as he pulled back. “They may touch you, entice you, and prepare you for us. It’s all to see you get the most pleasure we can bring you, love. We are at your service, not the other way around.”

“Are you accepting that part of us, that part of our lifestyle, too, sweet thing?” Randy asked, his hand retreating to resume caressing her thigh.

“Yes.” She could accept that. She might be embarrassed as all get out to be watched, to be touched, and prepared by other men not her own, especially if other women were present. Her gaze flicked up to the mirror above them, and she remembered what it had been like to watch herself get fucked by her men. On the other hand, the devilishly naughty idea of that sort of exhibitionism might be a helluva turn on.

She met their gazes again. “Yes, I’m accepting that part of you, of your life, of my new life.” They both smiled at her when she added the last. She hated to wipe those pleased smiles from their handsome faces, but she needed to voice the one statement that plagued her. “I’m not accepting the fact that I must give up my job, my work with children that I love.” She made her tone as hard as her expression as she waited for their response.

Gavin nodded, a slow bob of his head that made her widen her eyes in shock. That couldn’t be agreement, surrender from the ever-dominant Gavin Scott, could it? “Can I suggest a compromise if I give you a good enough reason to back it up?”

Georgia felt her jaw drop before she could stop it. “You? Compromise?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, but a cocky grin hinted on his lips. “Yes, me, compromise, smartass. I’m not just concerned about your reputation anymore, love. I’m worried about
you
.” He got real serious, real fast. So fast Georgia felt a zip of alarm move down her spine. “Whoever set Marissa’s shop to burn yesterday knew what they were doing, and they did it because of her link to the club.”

“You only suspect that,” Georgia pointed out. “You don’t know for certain.”

“I’m pretty damned certain,” Gavin countered. “You’re more linked to the club now than Marissa. What if someone goes after you next? What if they go after the daycare?”

An instantaneous fear made Georgia lightheaded. Not the daycare. She would do anything to protect those kids. “Has anyone else been hurt? Attacked?” She hadn’t heard of anything like this before now, of anyone associated with the club being targeted by haters.

“Not like yesterday,” Randy admitted. “Look, sweet thing, I thought at first that Gavin is overreacting, too. I even told him so right before we got toned out for the call yesterday. I’m still inclined to think he might be, but I would rather humor him than see you hurt because of us or the club.”

“Humor me,” Gavin scoffed.

“How about I humor you for a second, too?” Georgia sat up straighter, moving more between her men as she sensed the testosterone start to build in the air. “You talked about a compromise, about giving me a damned good reason for what you’re demanding of me. I can see why you feel your reason is concrete, but I haven’t heard anything about a compromise.”

“Start your own daycare.” Gavin’s suggestion threw her for a loop. He said it so casually, so easily as if it should be a no brainer to her. “There are other women with ties to the club who need someone to watch their kids. You wouldn’t have to limit it to club mothers only, of course. You could take in as many kids as you can handle.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Randy muttered. “Sweet thing, he might be onto something.”

Georgia’s head was spinning. “My own daycare?” She dreamed of it. Many years in the future when her life settled and she could afford everything to make a go of it, she wanted to start a place of her own. “Where?”

Gavin scratched his temple as he appeared to give her question some thought. “I’ve tossed around several options. I own enough vacant property near here that we could build you a place.”