Jenna's Consent (43 page)

She opened her mouth to scream and then he slowed down,
pumping inside her, languidly, filling her as she panted above him.

“What. Was. That?” Her pussy pulsed around his thick cock
and she moved up and down on him.

“Getting you ready?”

“For what?”

The door opened and she glanced over. Nick was silhouetted
in the doorway as he walked through and made his way to them, stripping as he
came.

“Him.”

Nick climbed on the bed, naked and without a word he bent
behind her licking her asshole.

“Nick.”

He licked her several times, shallowly thrusting his tongue
inside.

Stretching her.

Heating her insides until she knew she’d boil over if he
didn’t get inside.

“I need you,” she told him. She told them both as she stared
into Ian’s eyes.

Nick got up to grab a condom and was behind her with a tiny
bottle of lube before she sucked in more than a handful of unsteady breaths.

“No condoms,” she breathed out.

Her statement seemed to immobilize him. “Are you sure?”

She glanced over her shoulder, staring into the eyes of one
of the men she loved and she’d never been surer of anything in her life. “Very,
Sir.”

He growled, tossed the condom somewhere in the direction of
the dresser and licked her spine. He drizzled lube on her tight entrance and
rubbed it in, fingering her ass to spread the slick liquid inside her.

Ian filled her up and she had a moment of fear, wondering
how she was going to take them both.

Neither of them were small.

Nick tossed the lube on the mattress and notched his cock at
her quivering hole.

“Oh,” she squeaked as he started pushing inside. She jerked.

Ian grabbed her around the throat, pulling her close,
nose-to-nose. “You can take us. You were made to take us.” He claimed her
mouth, thrusting his tongue inside just as Nick powered through her tight
muscles.

She clawed at the pillow beneath Ian’s head as Nick grabbed
her hips and yanked her to him.

Ian’s fist tightened around her throat as her entire body
went taut.

“Are you gonna come for us? On us?” Nick used his blunt
nails and clawed down her back.

It wasn’t the double-penetration that threw her over the
edge or the breath play or Nick’s nails. It was the two-lettered word he used
to ask his questions.

Us.

She tried to ask permission to come but couldn’t. She stared
at Ian—beseeching him—and he knew. Knew she was right there and fucked his dick
inside her, pistoning it in and out along with Nick. They ramped up her
pleasure until she thrashed beneath them. Fighting to breathe. Fighting to
come.

Ian released her and the question exploded out of her. “Can
I come, Owners? Can I come for you?”

“Come. For. Us.”

She didn’t know who gave her permission.

It didn’t matter.

Their love surrounded her as she shattered between them.

Colors exploded behind her eyes as she squeezed them shut,
clenching her jaw to keep from crying out.

They knew she held back.

Ian knocked her hands out from beside him and she collapsed
on his chest. He wrapped them behind her as Nick grabbed a handful of her hair,
jacking her head back.

Ian bit her throat and she screamed, another orgasm washing
through her veins at the speed of light.

Nick forcefully gripped her hair as he fucked her
sporadically. “Fuck. Your ass. Just. Fuck.” He stiffened behind her and buried
his cock as she clenched around him.

Cum shot from his shaft inside her ass, again and again as
he came with her.

Her mouth fell open as they took her, owned her, heart, body
and mind.

She swallowed, finding her voice as Ian’s fingers dug into
her arms. She couldn’t see him but it didn’t matter. He could hear her. “Love
you. Love…”

He pumped inside her and she felt the first jet of his semen
inside her. Filling her core with his essence as no one had before them.

As no one else ever would.

Nick released her hair and Ian was there to catch her. He
held her face and kissed her as he came.

She was reborn in their arms.

Theirs.

She jerked when cum shot inside her again and Nick thrust
slowly in and out of her ass.

Her clit pulsed, tingling each time it brushed against Ian’s
skin.

“Love.” She whispered it as Ian gathered her close and he
tugged her a bit closer so she could nuzzle against his neck.

She trembled as Nick pulled free and he kissed her shoulder
again.

He climbed off the bed, dragging fingers across the cheeks
of her rear and she shivered.

Ian pulled out of her and positioned her on her back.

Nick brought two towels back and she tried to move so she
could clean up.

“Shh. Don’t move. You’re just fine.” He handed a towel to
Ian and they cleaned her.

She’d never felt more cherished, more loved than in that
moment.

For the rest of her life, she knew she’d never forget it.

They finished cleaning up and then lay down with her in bed.

In the silence that followed, she lay with her arm flung
carelessly over Ian’s mid-section and Nick rubbed her back. But then it Nick’s
rubbing changed. It changed into…

“Are you drawing letters?”

He chuckled. “Yes.”

“What are you saying?”

“Guess. It’s something I thought you needed to feel as well
as hear.”

He started again and she closed her eyes, trying her best to
picture what he drew on her skin.

Love.

You.

Forever.

“And ever,” she said to him as she rolled over to snuggle in
his embrace.

He kissed her cheek, her jaw and her lips. “Always.” He
kissed her and she sank even further into the emotional abyss she’d heard about
but wondered if it actually existed.

“I’d like a turn at that.”

Jenna smiled, thinking he wanted a kiss. The air around them
changed as she turned back toward Ian.

Whatever he had to say was important. Concentration creased
his brow.

“Lie on your stomach.”

He didn’t want a kiss.

She lay down on her stomach, her hands and arms tucked
beneath her.

Ian rubbed his palm all over her back, warming it, wiping it
clean. Not of Nick’s message she didn’t think, but of his own. As if he needed
to completely start over. A clean slate to begin again.

Circles and lines.

He drew them across her flesh. Random patterns arranged in such
a way but when combined together they were utter perfection.

Tears fell from her eyes, soaking the sheet beneath her.

She said nothing, unable to verbalize what he’d given her as
Nick rubbed his fingers over the small of her back, accepting what she needed
simply because he loved her.

Falling to her knees before the two men beside her, offering
herself and her submission to them was but a small gift compared to everything
they’d given to her.

“What did I say, Jenna? What words did I use, running them
over your skin so you’d remember them always?”

She must have swallowed half a dozen times before she could
get the words out.

He thumbed away her tears, wicking away the last of her
sadness and nodded once, encouraging her to say the words she’d waited so long
for him to say.

“Good girl,” she whispered.

He stared at her for a second. “Good girl. But that’s not
all of it. What’s the other word? Because it makes all the difference now.”

“Our. Our good girl.”

He pulled her to him, kissing her, loving her, giving her
everything she’d always needed and so much more.

Time passed. How much she didn’t know but she knew she’d
have been content to stay there forever.

Nick ran a hand along her rib cage, where her tattoo still
sat slightly raised on her skin. “Japanese letters? Kanji, correct?”

“With scroll work made out of rope. Oscar did it for me. The
night after Chris and Jared asked me to perform at The Library.”

“What does it say?” Ian asked as he added his hand alongside
Nick’s.

“A lesson a long time in the making. I’ve been working on it
for years but it took me a while to understand. Something that makes everything
else possible.”

“What’s that?”

“Love thyself.”

I’m going to just jump right in and
get the easy stuff out of the way up-front. I am a wife, mother and business
owner in Texas with very long black hair and a penchant for high heels and
pretty outrageous toe nail polish. I have a very supportive family that I love
unconditionally and am fortunate enough to genuinely like and respect them as
well.

I started reading romance back in
college, liked it so-so, and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark
side, a lot on the naughty side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt
like coming home. Finding a genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing
revelation, and I swear the characters in my head haven’t stopped hounding me
since! 

Something I always love reading
about other authors are the funny quirks and idiosyncrasies that make each of
us unique, so I thought I’d share a few of mine. These are in no particular
order and pretty random, so brace yourselves…

I am a morning person who doesn’t
drink caffeine, and I am definitely a glass-half-full kind of girl. I have an
extreme case of being left-hand stupid and am bad at all sports that end in
“ball”!  Hot weather is my favorite because I'm cold all the time, and I adore
lying in the sun. You’ll find a closed sign hanging off my forehead at 10 p.m.
pretty much every night when my brain clocks out. What’s weird is I can write
‘til the wee hours of the morning though. Probably because the characters just
shove me aside so they can say their piece.

Ooh, and I never procrastinate! If
something needs to be done today, it should have been finished yesterday. I
call this fantastic; several people, who shall remain nameless, call it having
a bug up my A**… I think I’ll stick with fantastic.

I refuse to use a flat sheet to
sleep, I love perfume but only one kind, and before I die I want to own
flip-flops in every color of the rainbow. And last but not least, the yea or
nay on a particular food being deemed good or gross is based off of texture
first, taste second.

I hope my writing speaks for
itself, and I hope it speaks to you.  The fact that I have the opportunity to
share a little piece of myself with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis
I am overwhelmed by the good fortune that is my life, and vowed years ago never
to take it for granted.

Best advice I’ve ever been given –
find the real you and never settle for anything less!  Well guess what?  I
found her!  Lord help the rest of you.

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