Love Under Three Titans (25 page)

A nudge, hot, hard, vibrant, and then a press against her rosebud made her inner voluptuary cheer. Stilling the fucking of her hips, she met this new thrust, pressing back with a steady pressure. She moaned as the burning sting of stretching became the very edge of a pain that tasted of Eros.

Richard gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as his cock continued to press into her, as he hissed and moaned, telling her without words how wonderful she felt to him.

Trevor’s hands caressed her back, smoothing up and down, as if they could on their own relax her muscles. “Let go, sweetheart. Let him in. You know how.”

Maggie forced her muscles to do just that, to open and take, to give up the tiny tendril of control she instinctively thought to keep.

To become as one she needed to only take, to let them give, and to rejoice in the sharing.

She felt Richard’s balls slap at the very edge of her slit and knew he’d seated himself completely inside her.

Maggie gasped, then groaned, and closed her eyes to relish the fullness. Her heart knew the fullness of loving and being loved by three men. Now her body would know it, too. She needed just one more of her lovers, her mates, to make her complete.

“Maggie.”

She turned her head toward Kevin. His cock, hot and hard, awaited her. The head of it, a light purple, glistened with at tiny drop of pre-cum, and the sight of that clear fluid actually made her mouth water.

She needed to gobble him down, to suck and suck so that she could take him inside her as surely as had taken her other men inside her.

“Open up, baby. Suck me in. Drink me down.”

Maggie opened and sucked, drawing his hot cock into her mouth. As long and wide as his brothers, Kevin’s cock delighted her, nourished her soul, and fed her arousal.

“You control the pace, Maggie, love. Fuck us. Suck us. Take what we’re giving you, wife.”

Oh, God, yes, she
was
their wife, at least in her heart and mind she was. Relishing the connection, needing to pleasure as much as she felt pleasured, Maggie began to move. Down and in, back and out. She moved her hips, gentle undulations, conscious of Trevor’s hands now on her waist, keeping her partially upright, and Richard’s hands on her hips, keeping her anchored.

Kevin’s hand caressed her hair, gripped her head, and Maggie surrendered. She moved and sucked and abandoned herself to the slide and the glide, the pinch and the bite, the draw and the dance as she listened to her heart and simply indulged them all.

Shivers wracked her as her climax neared, as ecstasy teased her and called to her. Her thoughts became disjointed, her focus on the sensations quivering through her.
Mmm, down, press, brush against Trevor’s cock nest, yes, my clit loves that. Back and up, and, oh yes, Richard’s hitting something there, something that feels like a cum rocket ready to explode. Mmm, Kevin’s juices taste so good. He’s leaking and flexing. So close. So very close.

Trevor continued to hold her, freeing her hands, so she used one to cup Kevin’s sac and squeeze gently.

“I’m close, baby. Suck me. Suck hard. Swallow me.”

“Fuck, yeah. Your cunt is so tight. Just about... God!”

“Maggie! Now!”

Yes
. Greed screamed, and Maggie responded, her hips moving faster, deeper, as her heart thundered in her chest, her men cursed and groaned in her ear, and her rapture erupted.

Maggie swallowed her cries of triumph and Kevin’s cream, the taste salty, savory, sexy. Each swallow pushed her bliss higher, and each cock spasm inside her body filled her fuller, until the world narrowed to this joining, this communion, this
consummation
.

Kevin eased his cock from her mouth. She opened her eyes and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on it, then sank down onto Trevor’s chest.

Gasping breaths and pounding hearts became a symphony more beautiful than any other. A heaving chest cradled her as softly stroking hands eased her down, back to earth, away from heaven. But she’d seen it, she’d felt it, and she learned of its reality.

She would go there again and again with her lovers, her men, her
husbands
.

“Maggie?”

She understood Richard’s use of her name. They’d all lost control, they’d all come together. He worried he’d hurt her. “Mmm. So good.”

“Good doesn’t cover it,” Trevor said.

Kevin got off the bed, and Maggie frowned. Then she heard him in the bathroom and understood.

“Easy, love.” Maggie was too exhausted to even wince as Richard withdrew from her. Almost immediately she felt the aftercare, as a warm, moist cloth cleansed her.

Richard left the bed, but Kevin lifted her, eased her off Trevor, and then drew her back down, snuggling her from behind.

Trevor headed to the bathroom as Richard returned. He pulled the blankets back and eased her against his chest.

“That was beyond incredible.” Maggie sighed. “It really did feel as if we were one flesh.”

“Because we’re mates,” Richard said. He bent down and kissed her. “Thank you, Maggie. Thank you for completing us. You’re our family, our heart.”

“And you’re mine, each of you, all of you. I never could have imagined finding love under three titans. And now, I can’t imagine life without you.”

Trevor crawled into the bed beside Richard. He leaned over and gave her a fast, but tasty, kiss. “You won’t ever have to, sweetheart. You’re stuck with us.”

“Never mind till death us do part.” Kevin kissed her shoulder as his hand caressed her hip. “I thinking we’ll be together even beyond that. I’m thinking eternity here.”

“Mated,” Richard said. “You’ll never be alone, or lonely, again. I’m with Kevin. Eternity might just be long enough.”

“I like the sound of that. I never knew I could be this happy.” Maggie sighed and snuggled down into her men.

Eternity
. She guessed that made her the luckiest woman in the entire world.

The sounds of music and laughter, the scent of food and the hum of voices, all combined to form the very definition of the word, “party.”

The last time Maggie had attended a casual engagement party at
Lusty Appetites
, she’d been a surprise guest for her niece Ginny Rose. Knowing only Ginny and Benny and the Kendalls who loved her niece, she’d felt completely overwhelmed with her first exposure to the town of Lusty, Texas, and the people who called this town their home.

Looking around her now, she knew just about everyone here, and everyone knew her. More important, they liked her and accepted her—just as she was—as one of them.

Nothing she’d ever experienced had ever felt as soul-deep good as the sensation of belonging.

“You’re looking very lovely tonight, almost-wife. Did I tell you that yet?” Trevor beamed at her, and Maggie felt her heart melt.

“You did, thank you. And thank you for not noticing that my blue dress with green accents nearly matches the bruise on my cheek.” Only a couple weeks had passed since Clarence Conrad had assaulted Maggie. She’d done her best to cover the offense with makeup, but it still could be seen.

The day after Conrad’s arrest, the Texas Rangers had come to town and taken him into custody. Adam told her this morning when she’d asked him that the man was still in Austin, but it appeared certain he would soon be sent back to England, in the custody of New Scotland Yard, within the next couple of weeks.

Richard, who stood on her right, pulled her attention back to the present when he reached over and used his hand to gently turn her head toward him. He examined her face the way he did everything, with a singular concentration. After a moment he said, “We don’t see that bruise at all when we look at you, love. We just see the beautiful woman we love.”

“Wow.” Julia had just walked over to join them. Her two fiancés flanked her, and though they nodded to Maggie, she could see that Julia was the center of their universe. “Richard, well said, bro! I almost expected you to tell her that her bruise clashes with the dress because it’s more a sickly yellow than a blue-green.”

Maggie widened her eyes, slipped on a shocked expression, and reached up to touch her cheek. “It does?” She tried to sound upset but doubted she made it. She turned to her left and looked at Kevin, as if to seek his support.

“Nice going, Jules.” Kevin, Maggie could see, struggled to hide his laughter.

Julia wasn’t acting when she looked horrified. “Oh my God, I don’t believe I just said that!” She reached out and placed both hands on Maggie’s shoulders. “Maggie, I’m sorry! You don’t. I mean it doesn’t. Honestly! In fact, you can hardly see that bruise now.”

“I know.” She gave her future sister-in-law a grin.

Julia looked from her to Kevin and then back again. “Good grief, you have the same off-the-wall sense of humor as he does!” Then she looked a little pale, and Maggie could see her swallowing hard. “Sorry. Be right back.”

Dev and Drew had been chatting with Trevor, who stood on the other side of Kevin. When Julia ran off, they both looked concerned.

“Is there something wrong with Julia?” Richard asked.

“I think we’re going to have to take her over to the clinic tomorrow,” Dev said. “She didn’t feel well last night, either, but said she was fine this morning. I think there’s a flu bug going around or something.”

“Excuse us,” Drew said as he hugged Maggie. “We should go hang out around the washroom, just in case she needs us.”

Dev gave her a hug as well. “Last night a glass of flat ginger ale seemed to help. I’ll go ask Tracy or Michelle to pour me one so I can start stirring it.”

“I hope she doesn’t have the flu. The two of you spent a good part of the day together today.” Richard kissed her lightly. “I don’t want you to come down with what she has.” Then he frowned. “Of course, I don’t want her to be sick, either.”

Maggie kissed him back. “I know you don’t. And don’t worry, darling. I won’t get what she has.” At least, Maggie thought, not until they began making love without condoms.

Julia had told her earlier in the day that she was pregnant. She’d done three home tests that very morning, and all of them had come out positive. She’d been waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell her men, but it appeared she hadn’t found the best moment yet.

Maggie looked over at one of the tables by the front window, where their hostess and the owner of
Lusty Appetites
, Kelsey Benedict, had been corralled by her husbands. Matthew and Steven had settled their wife between them and were being very solicitous of her.

Maggie grinned when her eyes caught sight of Susan, another Benedict cousin, and her men. She’d watched the families of Lusty not only on the occasion of that first engagement party she’d attended but also at the wedding reception for Tamara, Morgan, and Henry.

The men of this town took care of their women, almost slavishly so. It was, she mused, a very good deal for the women.

“Here, you let Michelle handle things, blondie. Sit down now and take it easy. You’ve worked hard all day, and you’ve been tired lately. It’s time for you to keep us company, now, and let us take care of you.”

Peter Alvarez’s words made Maggie smile. Their commitment ceremony was just a week away.

Jordan scooted his chair closer to Tracy on the left while Peter edged closer on the right. The expression on both men’s faces as they looked at the woman they loved put a lump in Maggie’s throat.

It was the same look she’d seen on the faces of her own men.

“What’s snagged your attention?” Richard asked.

“Love,” she said. Maggie would keep what she knew, and what she believed, to herself. But she wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if Lusty was about to have a little bit of a population explosion.

He looked out over his family and got that half smile she loved so much. “I’d almost forgotten, being in New York, how different home was in this one very special way.”

“I’m glad we came home,” Trevor said, “and not only because home is where we found our woman.”

“Amen to that, brother,” Kevin said.

“Hey, look who’s coming down the sidewalk.” Richard took hold of Maggie’s hand. He looked genuinely pleased. She looked, and although she hadn’t met the three men yet, she knew who they were.

“It’s about damn time,” Trevor said.

“Yeah, if we weren’t family men now, we’d have to take them down a peg or two for dragging their heels.” Kevin turned and winked at Maggie. “We still might.”

“No fighting with your baby brothers, baby.” Maggie grinned when Kevin laughed.

The younger brothers Benedict waited just outside the door to the restaurant as two men crossed the street. Those two, of course, Maggie did know. David and Robert Jessup shook hands with the three Benedicts on the sidewalk, then they all five moved inside.

The twins were easiest to spot, because they looked identical, with one exception. One of them had a scar just below the corner of his left eye.

Maggie thought it looked like a lightning bolt.

Chase Benedict hugged and backslapped his brothers and then took both of her hands in his. “Welcome to the family. I never thought to actually see these three old men find a woman who could put up with them.” When he smiled, the light in his aqua eyes sparkled. Coupled with that scar he looked absolutely rakish.

“They were waiting for me,” Maggie said. “Which is very fortunate for me.”

Brian leaned in and kissed her cheek. “No, I think they’re the lucky ones. And us, too, as you’re going to be our sister.”

Greg Benedict was a bit older than his brothers who were the twins. She wondered about him, because as a middle brother, and the only one without a womb-mate, he likely would have been the odd man out growing up. When she’d asked her men about him earlier, they’d seemed almost at a loss for words to describe him to her.

Finally it had been Richard who’d said that he’d been a restless boy who’d grown into a restless man.

Now, as he hugged her, she thought she could see a bit of that, and more, in his eyes.

“Welcome to the family. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?”

Maggie laughed. “I don’t have a clue what I’m getting into,” she said. “I only know that I’m in love and looking forward to the adventure we’ll all be having for the next fifty or sixty years.”

Greg smiled then, a soft kind of smile that Maggie felt would melt any woman’s—or man’s—heart. “I thought I recognized you. A fellow adventurer.”

Maggie wasn’t certain she understood what he meant by that. But that was all right. She figured she’d have the rest of her life to figure out her new brothers.

“Greg!” Abigail Benedict had just spotted her son. She practically ran over from where she’d been seated with her niece and nephews-in-law.

Greg’s expression went all soft as he gathered his mother in his arms.

“I think it’s been his evil plan all along,” Kevin said from beside her. “Disappear for months at a time, with only the odd e-mail here and there, and then show up and hog all the mother-love.”

Maggie could tell her lover was teasing. In fact, all three of her men looked very happy to have their middle brother home.

“Good plan,” David Jessop said.

“It does seem to be working,” his brother Robert said. Then he hugged Maggie briefly. He stepped back, just a little, and then tilted her face toward him. She knew he was studying the bruise, so she stood still under his scrutiny. “Getting there,” he said.

“It is, thank you.” She turned her attention to David just then, because he was shaking his head.

“My timing has always been bad,” he said, and Maggie could only laugh at the look of sorrow on his face. He was a worse ham than her Kevin. “If only we’d hit town sooner, we could have scooped you for ourselves.” Then he pulled her into a deep hug and sighed.

“You snooze, you lose.” Richard punched David in the arm playfully. “Hands off our woman.”

David let her go and laughed. “Welcome to the families, Maggie. And seriously, you lucked out. These are great guys, even if they are my cousins.”

“I think so, too. And I wouldn’t say your timing is all that bad. You’re an ob-gyn aren’t you?”

David tilted his head to one side. “I am, though I haven’t decided if I’m going to hang out my own shingle, eventually, or just work between Waco and the clinic here.” He shrugged. “I’m qualified as a family physician, which is why I can put time in at the clinic. Other than for Penelope, though, I don’t think my other services are going to be required for some time.”

Maggie scanned her new family, letting her eyes rest briefly on Kelsey and Susan, Tracy and Julia. Her future sister-in-law had just been seated by her men and handed a glass of ginger ale.

Then she thought of her niece Ginny Rose, soon to be Kendall.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Something tells me you might find yourself busier than you think.”

He shrugged and said only, “We’ll see.”

The door to the restaurant burst open, and a small six-year-old bundle of energy burst into the place. Maggie noted that everyone smiled, and a lot of people called out his name.

“Benny!”

Her great-nephew positively beamed at the greeting. “I’m here! I’m here!” Then he ran over to her. “Aunt Maggie, guess what! I have a secret! Do you want to know what it is?”

Adam and Jake had been just steps behind him. Jake stayed by the door, holding it for Ginny. Adam ran up and scooped his almost step-son. “Shh! You’re not supposed to say anything, remember? Remember what your mother said?”

Benny’s smile was unrepentant, but he nodded. “She said we can’t steal Maggie’s thunder.” Then he frowned. “But it’s not even raining!”

Maggie laughed and reached for Benny. She hugged him close then looked at Adam, Jake, and Ginny. “I don’t think there’s ever such a thing as too much good news.” And she looked at her niece, doing her best to send that young woman a mental message. As far as Maggie was concerned, she was all for Ginny and Adam and Jake announcing they were going to have a baby.

“I guess we should have known it would be near-impossible for a six-year-old to keep a secret,” Ginny said. She reached over and ruffled his hair. “Boy howdy, Benjamin Joseph Rose. What am I going to do with you?”

Benny just smiled at his mother, the kind of smile that would melt any parent’s heart even as it set every nerve ending on high alert.

Ginny hugged her, and Maggie hugged right back. “I’m so happy for you, Maggie. And I’m happy for me, too. Now we’re going to be doubly connected.”

“That means a lot to me, too.” To go from being completely alone to having so many people who loved her was a miraculous thing as far as Maggie was concerned.

Jake took Benny from Maggie. “At least now you can stop worrying that he’ll have his little nose out of joint, honey.” He set Benny down. They all watched as the little guy wasted no time in heading toward the many members of his fan club. His first stop was a table full of Benedicts. Maggie knew that Kelsey, Matt, and Steven had a special bond with her great-nephew.

Jake shook his head then turned and hugged Maggie, before shaking hands with her men. Standing back, he slipped his arm around Ginny and watched Adam as he made his way through their little reception line.