Sunset Hearts (19 page)

She sighed. “No, that’s okay.”

“Honey, it’s not expensive. I’ll buy it for you if you want.”

She shook her head. Despite the fact that the men assured her they didn’t think of her as a freeloader, she hated that they spent money on her for food and clothes and all she could contribute was chores. She’d always earned her keep, even as a teenager she’d had part-time jobs while in school to earn money. “No. I can’t afford it.”

“Daph, I
can
afford it—”

“Alan, seriously. It’s okay.” He looked a little upset that she wouldn’t let him spoil her, but she felt better about refusing. She hooked her arm through his and led him away from the booth. “I don’t need it.”

“I know you don’t
need
it, but I wish you’d let us do stuff for you.”

“You saved my life.” She looked up into his eyes. “You gave me a home and love. I’d say you’ve done more than your fair share.” She rose on her toes and kissed him. “This is all I need, you and Jerald.”

* * * *

The week before Thanksgiving, Alan was fully booked with charters. The only day he did block out was Thanksgiving, to spend with the two of them. That Monday, Jerald had the day off and he stayed in bed while she got up to make Alan lunch and send him on his way. Then she climbed back under the covers with Jerald and snuggled close.

He sleepily smiled and slung his arm around her, pulling her tightly to him. “Kept the bed warm for you.”

“Good. I like it like that.” While she could honestly say she didn’t prefer spending more time with one man or the other, she treasured her alone time with Jerald. Sometimes he would open up to her, let her peek behind his stone wall.

His hand lightly stroked her arm, from elbow to shoulder and back again. “Can we talk about something?”

Uh oh.
“Sure.” She tried to steel herself for the worst. Her biggest fear was that one or both men would grow tired of their unusual arrangement and she’d lose them.

He kissed the back of her neck. “I know I’ve told you a little about me. And you know Alan’s from a pretty big family.”

“Yeah?”

She felt him tense, as if afraid to speak his next words. His voice sounded unusually soft and quiet. “I guess I should have brought this up sooner, but is it going to bother you that I really don’t want to have kids?”

She laughed with explosive relief. Turning in his arms, she nuzzled her head under his chin. “Is that all? Holy crap, you scared me. I thought you were about to dump me.”

He let out a relieved sigh of his own. “So that’s a good answer, right?”

“You want the honest truth? I’ve never really thought about kids. I was too busy trying to take care of myself. I don’t hate them, but if had to choose between you and Alan or having kids, you and Alan would win hands down every time.”

He kissed her forehead. “Okay. That’s good. He always sort of wanted them, but when we got together, you know…” He shrugged, then looked down into her eyes. “I mean if you and Alan really wanted them, then I’d go along with it.”

“No, tough guy, we won’t put you through dirty diaper detail.” She smiled and stroked his cheek. “Is that what had you so worried? Wondering about that?”

He nodded. Then he kissed her, hard and passionately. She’d quickly learned she didn’t need him to talk about feelings when he could show her through his actions.

He rolled over on top of her, then worked his way down her body with his lips, his morning stubble scratchy against her skin. When he settled between her legs, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hot tongue flicking at her clit. Despite Alan’s joke early on that he thought he might be out of practice with women, both men had proven beyond any doubt they were more than capable of pleasuring her nearly out of her mind.

After he’d brought her to a shattering orgasm, he put on a condom and easily slipped inside her wet sex. She wrapped her legs around him, enjoyed staring up into his eyes as he fucked her, hard and fast, sometimes with his hand tightly fisting her hair and other times as slow and tenderly gentle as any fairytale prince.

One day, she’d find a doctor and get on the Pill and they could do away with the condoms. Until then, she’d gladly put up with the slight annoyance just to feel their hard cocks inside her.

“You know what I’d love to do one day, baby?” he growled as he slowed his strokes and nibbled on her neck.

“What?”

“I’d love to have you sitting on my cock and feel Alan slowly slide his dick inside your ass, both of us together.”

Her nails dug into his shoulder as her pussy clenched around him. “Yeah?” One of her favorite fantasies, but one she hadn’t mustered enough courage to vocalize to the men yet.

“Yeah.” He nipped her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark behind, making her shiver. “To have both of us taking you at the same time, fucking you together, that would be so amazingly sexy.”

Her clit throbbed as he fucked her, his body rubbing her perfectly, driving her close to another climax. “I’d like to try that,” she whispered.

He froze, making her whimper as the delicious friction against her clit ceased. “Really?”

She nodded, trying to rock her hips against him. “Really.”

A long, slow smile spread across his face as he picked up the pace again. “Oh, fuck, baby that would be awesome.”

So was the rubbing pressure against her clit, and when he realized how close she was, he maintained his movements until she arched her back and dug her nails into him again when she came.

He sat up and started fucking her, hard and fast, soon adding his climax to hers. He breathed a small sigh when he had to withdraw, but before he could sit up she rolled him over and grabbed his cock, then slid the condom off him.

“I’ll do it.” She kissed him before leaving their bed.

He watched her sweet, rounded ass as she disappeared through the bathroom door. Holy fuck, he had it bad for her.

* * * *

Jerald had Thanksgiving Day off. That morning, the three of them, the men wearing boxers and Daphne dressed in nothing but one of Alan’s shirts, started preparing their meal and put the turkey in the oven.

Once finished, Alan grabbed her and sat her on the counter. He stepped between her legs, pushing them further apart. “I think I want to try a special sausage stuffing this morning.”

Jerald and Daphne both groaned, then laughed at his horrible pun. But when he knelt and licked her pussy, she grabbed his head and ground her hips against his face. After a few minutes of that, she begged them to make her come.

Alan picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. When Jerald lay down on the bed, Daphne straddled him and rolled a condom onto him. Alan grabbed another condom and the bottle of lube. He gently pushed her down onto Jerald’s chest.

“Just lay there and enjoy yourself, sweetie,” he said.

Jerald wrapped her hair around his hand and kissed her, deeply, his tongue sweeping over her teeth and possessing hers.

Alan lubed his finger and gently worked it into her tight ring. “Oh, damn, sugar, you’re gonna feel so fucking tight!”

She wiggled her hips against Jerald, enjoying the feeling of fullness and how her clit throbbed as it rubbed against the coarse nest of hair between his legs.

After a few minutes of torment, he added more lube and another finger. She moaned, rocking her hips so much Alan had to lay the flat of his free hand on her back to hold her in place. “Steady, baby. You’re wiggling so much I can’t see what I’m doing,” he teased.

Daphne closed her eyes and enjoyed every sensation. When he worked up to three fingers, she felt a slight burn that soon gave way to pleasure again as her muscles grew used to the intrusion. Once he felt she was ready, he donned a condom and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock.

“Ready?”

“Please fuck me!”

“Easy,” Jerald rumbled. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her still while Alan slowly pushed the head of his cock through. After a moment, he continued, until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

“Fuck, man that’s good!” Alan muttered as he held her hips.

Daphne whined and squirmed, her need reaching a fevered pitch. She tried to rock her body against the men but Jerald firmly held her in place. “Relax,” he firmly ordered. “Just hold still for a minute. You’ll make us blow before you get a chance to enjoy it.”

She didn’t want to hold still. It was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. What she wanted to do was fuck them hard and fast, ride their cocks and feel them pounding inside her. Her nipples rubbed against Jerald’s chest, his hair brushing against them and driving her need as their cocks stretched and filled her pussy and ass.

The men settled into a slow, sensual rhythm, see-sawing their cocks into her as she held on to Jerald’s solid body. She climbed toward her release, felt it winding tighter inside her as she settled into their arms and let them set the pace.

“Look at me, babe,” Jerald hoarsely muttered.

She lifted her head, her gaze locked with his. She loved his blue eyes.

“Come for us,” he urged. “Let’s feel you squeezing us.”

Alan’s hands slipped up her back and around her sides to cup her breasts. When his fingers started playing with her nipples, it triggered her release. She felt like she shattered from the inside out. She cried out as her eyes dropped closed, her body no longer under her control as her muscles relinquished everything she had to her climax.

Jerald’s hand cupped the back of her head as his hips thrust against her from below. “That’s it, baby,” he said. “Come on, Alan, I’m close.”

“Don’t wait on me,” he said. He grabbed her hips again and thrust, hard and deep as she went limp in Jerald’s arms. A moment later she heard them both moaning, felt their cocks throbbing inside her as they came.

Then the inevitable. Alan quickly withdrew first and left the bed. She hated this part, longed for the day they could do away with the rubbers and she could go to sleep impaled by both of them.

Jerald gently rolled her onto her side and kissed her as he withdrew. “Stay right there,” he teased.

She nodded without opening her eyes. A moment later she felt Alan return to bed and he swabbed her down with a warm wash cloth, then dried her off with a towel before sliding back into bed beside her, spooned against her back.

He wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled close. “You okay, sweetie?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm.”

Jerald returned to bed and cuddled in front of her, his head resting against her breasts, one arm draped around the other two. “When’s the turkey coming out?”

Alan snorted, amused. “A lot sooner than you did.”

Daphne giggled and gently elbowed him. “That was bad.”

Jerald let out an exaggerated, put-upon sigh. “See what I have to deal with, sweetie? This is why I need you. He picks on me.”

She giggled again as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “I’ll protect you from the big, bad fishing guide, tough guy.” They rarely got to see this side of Jerald, even when in bed together. The gentle, playful man hiding behind the well-fortified stone walls.

“I’ll hold you to it,” he mumbled, already drifting to sleep.

* * * *

To say Alan went nuts with his Christmas plans would be an understatement. Wanting Daphne’s first Christmas with them to be perfect, he totally decorated the house, inside and out. When Jerald arrived home from work one evening to find the living room looking like a scene right out of Santa’s workshop, he rolled his eyes.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he set his lunch bag on the counter.

Daphne giggled and slipped her arms around his waist as he kissed her hello. “Watch out. He’s in full-out decorating mode.”

“So I see. Last year he tried to talk me into putting lights up on my trailer.”

“I shouldn’t have told him it’s been a lot of years since I had a tree or any Christmas decorations,” she joked.

He snorted, amused. “Well, there was your first mistake,” he teased.

Alan walked into the kitchen, a maroon and gold leopard print Santa hat jauntily perched on his head. “What was her first mistake?”

“What the hell is that on your head?”

He fingered the large poufy pom-pom on the end. “You like it? I thought I’d be a snazzy Santa this year.”

Jerald rolled his eyes, making Daphne laugh again. “Wait’ll you see what he bought you,” she said.

“I don’t want to know.”

“Oh, yes you do! Wait right there!” He rushed out of the kitchen.

“Do I want to know?” Jerald grumbled before kissing her.

“You’ll look so cute.”

“I don’t do cute.”

“Don’t hurt his feelings.”

Jerald sighed.

Alan returned and held up the pair of boxer shorts. Red velour with a black elastic waistband and a belt buckle printed on the front, the leg holes trimmed with white fake fur.

Jerald frowned. “What the hell are those?”