Authors: Ashley Shay
Tags: #Erotica, #Menage a Trois (m/f/m), #Menage Everlasting, #The American Heroes Collection
Putting his leg between her knees, he parted her wide, grasping his cock with one hand to guide it into her body. He liked to tease, slipping the head in and holding still until he couldn’t wait any longer. Then he took it a step further, watching his lover’s face while he slowly shoved himself to the limit.
Jude’s eyes darkened with his descent until her irises were nearly black. When he buried himself fully, she gasped his name in a shivering whisper. The tone of her voice sent an echoing shudder through his body. His balls tightened in response to her pleasure. He stroked her hard until he could calm down enough to last.
Rolling onto his side,
Fighting the urge to stroke her,
Morgan looked over Jude’s shoulder at him, holding his gaze.
With a bump of his hips,
* * * *
Jude couldn’t believe how good it felt to have
She felt a jolt of fear and anticipation when she realized he was positioning her for Morgan. With
“That’s right, darlin’, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
The head of his cock replaced his finger, shoving lightly against the tight ring of muscles. “Push back on me, just like you did with my finger,” Morgan murmured in her ear. She felt his breath whisper across her skin, distracting her from the nearly painful pressure of his penis. “C’mon, darlin’, push.”
Jude tried. She forced her hips backward, unprepared for the jolt of discomfort she felt as his large head forced its way into her body. She halted instinctively, not ready for the feeling of being torn apart. A whimper tore from her throat, and she tried to escape the strain of her anal muscles being stretched too far. Yanking forward, she found herself impaled on
Morgan gentled her. “It’s okay. Relax. It will stop in a minute. Remember your first time having sex? It hurt a little, too, didn’t it? This is just the same. In a minute, you’re gonna be loving this.”
Jude nodded, trying to force herself to loosen up.
Jude could feel herself losing control. She couldn’t reach her climax fast enough. Inside her body, the two men warred in a jousting competition to bring her to orgasm. Her anal muscles clamped around Morgan, refusing to let him exit her body while she chased the liquid pleasure pumping through her veins.
Her fingernails sank deep into
Still connected, Dallas and Morgan held her gently, dropping kisses on her face, shoulders, and back. Both of the men stroked and petted her, giving Jude time to bask in the glow of her climax.
“That felt fucking incredible, darlin’.” Morgan’s hands gently kneaded the muscles of her shoulders. “Did we hurt you?”
“No,” Jude sighed, barely able to answer. “I didn’t know it could be like that. I’ve never been so fulfilled. Never.”
“We’d have to get married if we want it to last forever,” Jude said sleepily, tilting her head back for Morgan’s upside down kiss.
“I’m willing,”
Jude’s eyes flew open. “You want to marry me?”
“I guess it does,” Jude admitted. “I thought this arrangement was more like a game to you guys.”
“No. Not a game, Jude. We talked this over months before we approached you. Why do you think we came into the store every day? I mean there’s only so many sex toys a man can use. We came to see you, honey,” Morgan said.
Jude looked back and forth at the two men. “You’d be okay with me marrying
“Sure, just as long as you marry me too.” Morgan gave her a heart-stopping smile.
Jude drew them into a hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. She turned to kiss one and then the other. “I want a wedding ring with three intertwining bands to represent us. Can we do that?”
Morgan and Dallas both kissed her at once, making room for each other as they claimed her mouth in a heart-stealing kiss that promised a happy future.
Chapter Eleven
“It’s safe,”
Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, Morgan headed for the stockroom. “I’ll make a pot of coffee and call Bishop to see if he’ll trade shifts with one of us for tomorrow.” Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and Tracey walked under Bishop’s arm as he held the door open for her. Tracey looked animated, and to Jude’s surprise, stone-faced Bishop had a smile on his face. Well, she amended, he had a smile whenever he looked at Tracey.
With her usual energy, Tracey ran to give Jude a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were attacked? I had to find out from Sandy Trujillo.”
“How do you know Officer Trujillo? Are you both members of the Five Foot Nothing Club?” Jude couldn’t help but tease her sister. She felt guilty she hadn’t called her or stopped by to visit their grandmother.
Tracey drew herself up to her full five-foot height. “Quit trying to change the subject. What happened?”
Jude poured a cup of Folgers for each of them. They went into the video parlor to drink their coffee while she explained to Tracey what had happened the day before.
“Sounds like something Steven would do,” Tracey said without giving it any thought. “He’s a coward, and we both know he feels Sinful Pleasures is a stumbling block to his future career in state politics.”
“Who’s Steven?” Bishop Taylor asked from the doorway. He stood with his shoulder against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, looking lethal even though he was in a relaxed stance.
“Jude’s ex-husband. He’s a real bastard,” Tracey volunteered. “He’s so uptight he makes a priest look sexually liberated.”
“Tracey!”
Tracey shrugged unrepentantly. “The man has issues, Jude. You know that.”
Bishop looked like he might strangle on the laugh he choked back. “Has he ever threatened you?”
“No,” Jude answered.
“Yes,” Tracey corrected. “Don’t you remember he told you he would get rid of you one way or another?”
Jude shook her head in resignation. Once Tracey got her mind set on something, she wouldn’t let it go. “He didn’t mean that, Trace. At least he didn’t mean it the way it sounded. Steven is not going to do anything to hurt his chance at a political career. Besides, he can use me as an example of how he distances himself from the wicked temptations of the world. I’m not a threat to him. I’m a bonus.”
Uncrossing his arms, Bishop stepped away from the door. “I’ve got to get back to the station. If you need anything, Trace, give me a call.”
Tracey gave him a sultry look. “What sort of things, fireman?”
“You know, like your cat gets stuck in a tree, or you got a fire you can’t put out by yourself. I’m talking about those types of emergencies.”
“Serious stuff,” Tracey agreed. “Can I find you in the book? I might have an emergency while you’re not on duty.”
Jude stared openmouthed at her little sister.
What an operator
.
Tracey had always been a natural flirt, but she was taking it to another level with Bishop. He nearly had the keys to the kingdom in his hand already.
Bishop took a business card out of his wallet and handed it to Tracey. “Call me.”
Jude watched his eyes as he looked at her sister. In her opinion, a person’s eyes truly were windows into their soul. Bishop Taylor had stormy blue eyes, changeable and dark, the color of a deep ocean or twilight sky. He had an aura of danger about him that gave Jude cold chills, but her sister seemed totally oblivious. When Bishop looked at Tracey, the hardness left his eyes to be replaced by hunger. Jude wasn’t sure that made him any safer. In fact, she thought her sister might be fanning a fire she couldn’t control.
When Bishop closed the door behind him Tracey turned to Jude with shining eyes. “Isn’t he sexy?”
“He’s scary.”
Tracey rolled her eyes. “Yeah, like Morgan and Dallas are a couple of cream puffs”
* * * *
“I told you today would be boring,” Jude said, twisting the key to lock the shop. “No crazed madmen, no threatening phone calls. You wasted a day sitting here watching me.”
“Honey, any day spent with you is not a waste,”
“We need to go to the hospital and check on your grandmother before we take you back to the apartment.” Morgan stopped at his truck, opened the door, and helped Jude into the middle of the seat.
“You’re taking me back to my apartment tonight?” Jude asked in surprise.
Morgan dropped a fast kiss on her lips. “Only long enough to pack an overnight bag.”
Before the men had their seatbelts fastened Jude got a call on her cell phone. The caller was Tracey.
“I think I found a nursing home for grams,” she said without preamble. “They specialize in stroke victims and they have a room available now.”
“That’s wonderful,” Jude exclaimed. “When can we see the place?”
“Anytime. That’s what I like about Shady Acres. Family members can visit the premises day or night. The administrator told me scheduled visits were appreciated, but not mandatory. We should go look it over tomorrow if you want to sign a lease.”
“Give me a call when you want to go. Love you, sis.” Jude flipped the phone shut with a sense of relief.
“Sounds like good news,” Morgan said, pulling the truck away from the curb and into traffic heading out of town.
“I’m going to go with Tracey to look at a nursing home for grandma, so who gets the fun of coming along? Who’s babysitting me tomorrow?”
“I get that honor,” Dallas said. “And it’s not babysitting, it’s body guarding. All the other macho guys will make fun of me if they think I’m babysitting.”
Jude laughed. “Call it what you will, but it’s going to be another boring day for you. I think my attacker made his point. He’s probably holed up somewhere terrified the police are going to find him.”