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Authors: Jo Davis

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“Give him another one.”
Another breath. And she pushed again. In and out, breathing for him. His face was so pale, his lashes dark against waxen cheeks.
Clutching him tightly, Bastian began to sob. “I killed him for you, just like I promised I would. Remember? I got him for you. For all of us. Please come back. Michael,
please
.”
He looked at Katrina. Tears streamed down her face and she held one of Michael’s hands between hers, rubbing as though she could warm life into him. How could this happen? How? His body was numb, but his mind all too aware of the horror.
Bending, he gave another breath. Another.
A hand on his shoulder. “Bastian, you have to let him go,” Blaze said hoarsely.
“No.”
“This isn’t—”
“Wait!”
Under his hand, Michael’s chest heaved. And his lover sucked in a huge breath and began to cough. All around them, the men exclaimed in excitement and relief. But he and Katrina didn’t pay attention to anyone but Michael, who at that moment opened his big brown eyes. It was the most beautiful sight Bastian had ever seen.
“Welcome back,” Katrina said through her tears.
Michael stared up at them and blinked slowly. “Dietz . . .”
Bastian stroked his hair. “Dead. I got him for you.”
“Like you promised,” he rasped through his injured throat. “I heard you.”
“Good. Now I want you to rest. McKay is coming and you’re going to get checked out, okay? So is our girl.”
Michael’s gaze found hers. “Baby?”
“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Just a bump on the head when he tackled me. Nothing to be concerned about.”
“But she’s still getting a scan. I’m not leaving a damned thing to chance with either of the people I love. Never again.”
That was his word, and if he was a little overprotective from now on, they’d have to live with it.
Somehow, he didn’t think they’d mind.
 
Katrina basked in the sun with her two handsome men, Emma, and Blaze. If there was anything that topped a beautiful day, margaritas, and her friends’ company, she had yet to be introduced to it.
“More refreshments? I’d be happy to refill the pitcher.”
Cracking open an eye, she smiled at Simon. “I think we’re good, thanks. Guys?”
“There’s still plenty, but if we run out we can get it ourselves,” Michael said. “Why don’t you take the afternoon off?”
“And remain far from this area, lest my virgin eyes burn from their sockets?”
Michael grinned. “You’re a smart guy. Which is why I keep you around.”
“Indeed. Enjoy the rest of your day. I know I will.” Nose in the air, the old man glided away.
“I’m so glad he recovered without any complications,” Emma said fondly. “I really like the stuffy old fart.”
“Me, too.” Katrina glanced at Michael, heart swelling with love. They’d come so close to losing him, but the bruises on his neck had faded almost completely.
“How’s your security guy? John?”
“He’s still healing, but he should be back on the job in a few weeks. He got really lucky.”
“We all did,” Emma said.
Katrina knew Emma felt bad about not doing more when Dietz broke into the house, but there wasn’t anything she could have done other than phone Blaze. The events had unfolded so fast that by the time she joined them outside, Michael was breathing again and everything was over.
“Yes. That’s why we’re celebrating,” Katrina said happily. “Dietz is gone, his dirty money has been seized, most of the Liberation soldiers have been rounded up, and Mr. President is ecstatic. I, for one, am feeling like doing something a little wild and crazy.”
Three pairs of male ears perked up at that statement.
“Oh?” Bastian’s brows rose over his sunglasses as he sipped his drink. “Do tell.”
“Well, for example, I’m feeling way too clothed.” She looked at Emma. “You?”
“Me, too! Isn’t that amazing how we were thinking the same thing?”
“What should we do about it?”
“Strip, of course! How else will we get comfortable?”
“Now we’re talking!” Michael said, laughing. The other two joined in, egging them on.
Performing for their rapt audience, they set their margaritas aside and stood, facing the guys. They peeled off their swimsuit tops, doing a little shimmy, letting their breasts dangle enticingly. Next they hooked their thumbs in their bottoms, slowly drawing them down and stepping out of them. Bastian’s straw fell from his mouth, and all three adjusted themselves in their swim trunks to accommodate their growing discomfort.
“Okay, your turn,” Katrina called to the guys.
Immediately, they scrambled to get naked and recline on their loungers, waiting excitedly to see what would happen next. Katrina studied all three of their cocks pointing at the sky, like exclamation points in a sentence, and giggled.
Emma laughed, too. “Now what? Do we take our own men? Or maybe . . . just this once we could . . .”
“Swap partners?”
Emma’s blue eyes lit. “Could we?”
“Like, all the way? You’d let Blaze fuck me?”
“Just this once, and only because it’s you. What about you? You’ll let your guys fuck me, and you won’t come after me with a hatchet afterward?”
“Yes to the fuck. No to the violence.” She smiled, gesturing to the men and their poor, beleaguered erections. “But we forgot to ask them if they’re game. Boys?”
Three enthusiastic responses sounded in a chorus of “Hell, yes!”
Excited, Katrina walked over to her bag sitting beside her lounger, and brought forth the items she’d hoped they would be able to use: three condoms. “Here’s your team uniform, guys. Let’s play ball!”
Tossing two condoms at her lovers, she took one for herself and Blaze and sauntered over to him. As much as she loved her two men—and she loved them more than life itself—she’d been wanting this big, delicious man for some time. The fact that she could have him without guilt was a wonderful bonus. There was nothing wrong with playing, as long as everyone was on the same page, and Katrina knew they all felt that sex was to be enjoyed with no boundaries. Sex was a connection that should be celebrated.
He made room for her on his lounger by spreading his legs and putting his feet flat on the ground on either side. Sitting between his thighs, she admired his ropy muscles. A gorgeous chest and washboard abs. Flowing black hair. And he sported a huge cock, one of the biggest she’d ever seen.
“Want a taste?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“God, yes.” Taking the invite, she bent and swiped her tongue across the head, marveling at his salty taste. She sucked, enjoying the plum-shaped head, the smooth texture of him as she took him deeper.
Burying a hand in her hair, he pushed her head down, exerting control. It was scary but thrilling, so she let him set the pace, guiding her in giving him pleasure. Soon she was deep-throating him, using her inner walls to massage his length. He made an inarticulate noise and thrust faster for a minute, then gently pulled her off.
“Put the glove on me, beautiful.”
Fumbling for the packet she’d dropped, she tore it open, happening to glance toward the others. Her lovers were entwined with Emma, Michael behind her, eating her pussy, while Bastian fucked her mouth. They were lovely together and the sight fired her blood, made her so hot for the man next to her, she could hardly stand it.
After she rolled the condom over Blaze’s flushed cock, he sat on the side of the lounger and said, “Stand in front of me and spread your legs, honey. I’m going to eat that sweet pussy like I’ve been dying to do for weeks. And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”
She did as she was told, hoping she didn’t come at the first touch of his tongue. It was close, but she managed to ride the waves as he licked her folds, teased her clit. He suckled the little nub and she almost lost control again.
“Spread wider.”
Bracing one hand on his shoulder, she put her feet farther apart. He dove in and really ate her, feasted in naughty slurps that had her hanging right over the precipice, ready to rocket out of control. A few more licks and he pulled back, took her hand.
“On the grass, over there.” He snagged his beach towel and led her to a nice grassy spot, and spread it out for her. Grinned in anticipation. “On your back.”
As she got into position, glad cries reached her ears. She and Blaze looked to see Bastian fucking Emma with enthusiasm, Michael doing the same to Bastian. All three were nearing climax.
Blaze knelt between her legs, cupped his big hands under her ass. “Does that make you wet, gorgeous, seeing them fuck?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She needed him so badly.
“Good. Does me, too. I need my cock in your pretty pussy.”
“Please fuck me!”
Lifting her as though she weighed nothing, he impaled her on his thick rod. Slid deep, parting and filling her.
Yes! It’s so good.
“Yeah,” he moaned, closing his eyes. “So sweet.”
He began to thrust, impaling her again. And again. Harder and faster, until she began to come unraveled. Finally, she exploded, hurtling over the edge, convulsing around him. He came right after, jerking inside her, spurts of heat pumping on and on. At last they stilled, sated and happy.
He kissed her lips, smiled, and murmured, “Thank you.”
“Thank
you
. That was wonderful, and so are you. Emma’s very lucky.”
“So are your guys.”
Disengaging, he tied off the condom and tossed it to the edge of the towel to dispose of later. They looked to their lovers to see them tangled in a sweaty heap, in much the same state of euphoria as she and Blaze.
After a few moments, Emma got up, her signal to switch places. Katrina rose and met her halfway, and they shared a hug.
“Just once?” Katrina whispered in her ear. “You sure we can’t ever do that again?”
Emma laughed. “Well, I’d say we can keep our options open. If that works for you.”
“Oh yeah.” She kissed her friend’s cheek and joined her men on their towel, which had also ended up in the grass. “Have fun?”
“Christ, that was hot!” Bastian enthused. “Not just us, but seeing you with him.”
“Not that I want to swap so you can be with him
all
the time,” Michael said with a hint of possessiveness. “But, yes, it was fun.”
“How did I get so lucky?” Leaning into them as their arms came around her, she soaked in their love.
Michael kissed her hair. “I think we all did. It’s not too often people get another shot at love or life. I don’t intend to waste a second of loving you both.”
“Neither will we,” she promised.
“Damned right,” Bastian said.
“I’ve got something to ask you both,” Michael began, suddenly sounding unsure. “I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but . . . will you two do me the honor of celebrating our commitment in a private ceremony? It would be here, with just a few of our friends. And I’d want you both to move here permanently.” He faltered, uncertain.
Twisting around to see his worried expression, she and Bastian shared a smile, and Bastian nodded for her to answer for both of them. “Yes, yes!”
They shared a group squeeze, and Michael sighed in contentment.
“Then there’s nothing else in the world I’ll ever need. Welcome home,” he whispered.
Pulling them down to rest in his arms, he proved there was, however, at least
one
more little thing he needed.
And they gave it to him, more than once that lazy afternoon. With love.
About the Author
 
 
Jo Davis
spent sixteen years in the public-school trenches before she left teaching to pursue her dream of becoming a full-time writer. An active member of Romance Writers of America, she’s been a finalist for the Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence multiple times, has captured the HOLT Medallion Award of Merit, has been nominated for the Australian Romance Readers Award in romantic suspense, and has a book optioned for a major motion picture. She lives in Texas with her husband and two children. Visit her Web site at
www.JoDavis.net
.

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