Sunset Hearts (29 page)

Both men sat up. “What?” they asked, looking identically territorial.

Startled by their reaction, she finally laughed. “Don’t worry. You two were the last to lay your hands and any other body parts on me. I started getting bad migraines every month because of the altitude. My doctor put me on the Pill to help.” She laughed again when they practically deflated in their relief. “You don’t honestly think any one man could ever live up to you two, do you?”

“I hope not,” Alan said. She traced her fingers along his stomach, over the pale scar twisting near his navel. He captured her hand and lifted it to his mouth, where he brushed his lips over her fingers. “We need to put some weight back on you. You look pale and skinny, like you haven’t been eating.”

“I haven’t had any appetite. Sucks cooking for one.”

Jerald rolled her into his arms and nuzzled the base of her throat. “We’ll keep you well-fed, sweetie.”

She tangled her fingers in his hair. “When you’re not on patrol, huh?”

He lifted his head. “I’m retired. Got my captain’s license. Alan and I work together now.”

“Retired?” Life had passed her by. Hell, it’d been over a year since she’d left them, what did she expect?

He nodded. “Yeah, baby. Retired. Well, as retired as I can be, working with the slave driver here.” He kissed her again, taking her breath away. “I have a feeling I’m going to take some more time off when we get home though.”

“Both of us,” Alan echoed.

“You’ll be lucky if we let you out of bed for a week,” Jerald teased.

She hadn’t missed the sex so much as she’d missed the men. Well, okay, yes, she had missed the sex too, but more important, her family.

She started crying again as he pulled her into his arms. “What is it?” Jerald asked, worried. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry I got mad at you and didn’t read the letters! I was stupid.”

He gently rubbed her back. “Hey, it’s over. It’s old news. It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re coming home with us and that’s all there is to it.” They laid her back on the bed and took turns kissing and caressing her.

Alan worked his way down her tummy to between her legs, kissing her the entire way. “You’re so beautiful. I’m glad you found me.”

“Sneaky woman,” Jerald teased. He cupped one of her breasts. His fingers teased her nipple into a hard, taut peak. “Damn, you feel good!”

Alan kissed the inside of her thigh. “I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep tonight, sweetie.” He swept his tongue up her flesh to the juncture between her thighs. With his palms flat against her legs, he gently pushed her thighs wider apart. “Open up for me, baby. I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Jerald switched to her other breast and played with her nipple. “Times two.”

She squirmed under their hands. As if they hadn’t spent a single night apart, her body responded to their touch. Heat rushed from her core to her clit. She felt herself grow slick as Alan nuzzled the inside of her other thigh, teasing her, refusing to be rushed. Jerald captured her mouth with his lips, possessively exploring, tasting, teasing. Alan drew slow, seductive circles over her flesh with his tongue as he inched closer to her sex.

“You want it, baby?” Alan asked her.

Jerald lifted his mouth from hers. “Yes!” she gasped.

Jerald cradled her in his arms as Alan breathed warm air across her clit. Then with the lightest of touches, Alan licked her clit, lightly dragging his tongue up one side and down the other as she shivered under his touch.

“I love watching him go down on you, baby,” Jerald murmured in her ear. “It’s so fucking sexy watching your face.”

She looked up into his blue eyes. He caressed her cheek, his finger stroking her lips. She opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue, licked his finger. When he pushed his finger into her mouth she eagerly sucked it, working it over as if a smaller version of his cock.

She heard his sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

She would have responded except Alan’s tongue plunged into her pussy and sent her into a frenzy. She moaned with disappointment when he withdrew, until he replaced his tongue with his finger. Stroking it in and out of her, he returned his attention to her clit and swirled his tongue around it.

Jerald withdrew his hand and cradled her chin in his palm. “Look at me, baby. Don’t close your eyes.”

How could she have forgotten this? Feeling like she was connected to them while making love, like their very souls had joined, not just their bodies.

Safe in Jerald’s arms, with Alan eagerly at work on her clit, she let go of her guilt and regret. There was nothing but the feel of their flesh against theirs, the warmth of their bodies enveloping her, the musky scent of her own passion slowly washing over them.

“Come for us, baby,” Jerald coaxed. “Don’t hold back.”

Alan added a second finger, slowly stroking, turning his hand until his fingers found that exceptionally sweet spot inside her. He pressed up at the same time he sucked on her clit.

Whether it was because she felt so emotional, or because she hadn’t had an orgasm since the last time she made love to her men, she exploded, sobbing as her muscles gripped his hand, her nerve endings overloaded with white hot pulsations. Once he’d sensed she’d had enough, Alan raised his head.

“How was that?”

Her eyes had dropped closed. She nodded.

Alan raised himself up on his arms and knelt between her legs. His stiff cock brushed against her thighs. “Be prepared for the fucking of your life, sweetheart.” He leaned in and kissed her, hard. She tasted herself on him. When he sat up he grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down along her folds before pressing forward, deeply. “Oh, baby!”

When he’d fully buried himself inside her, he lowered his body on top of hers, his head resting between her breasts. “Jesus, you feel so good!” he whispered. “I could fuck you all night long.” Every slow stroke of his cock made her pussy clench again.

“Don’t take all night,” Jerald groused. “I’m dying here.”

“You’re not dying,” Alan teased. “You’re just tired of me.”

“Not tired of you. Tired of
waiting
on you, maybe.”

She giggled as Alan pulled her legs around his waist. “Patience, Jer.” He withdrew almost all the way before sinking his full length inside her again and holding still. Leaning in, he kissed her, then Jerald. With his eyes locked on Jerald’s, he took a long, slow stroke. “I don’t want to rush.”

“You got any lube, sweetie?” Jerald asked.

She laughed. “No, sorry. Haven’t needed any.”

Jerald untangled himself and bolted out to the kitchen. He returned a moment later with a bottle of olive oil. “Jesus Christ, kiddo. What the hell have you been eating?”

“Why?” Alan asked.

“She’s got practically nothing in her fridge or pantry. No wonder she’s so freaking skinny.” He knelt on the bed. “Roll her over, Alan.”

Without pulling out, he did, sliding his arms down her hips, cradling her ass. Jerald rubbed oil over his cock and nudged into position. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

Daphne nuzzled her head against Alan’s chest, his heartbeat thrumming in her ear. Jerald massaged her ass cheeks, then moved Alan’s hands down. “Hold her for me.”

She relaxed as Alan’s fingers splayed across her ass to spread her open for Jerald. Then Jerald drizzled oil down the seam of her ass. His fingers rubbed her rim, preparing her. Then his hard cock pressed for entrance.

“Let me in, baby,” he said.

Her soul felt lighter as he slid inside her, filling and stretching her. She rocked her hips against the men and felt the familiar erotic burn quickly give way to pleasure. With both of them inside her, they hit places neither one alone could touch.

Damn, they feel good!
Jerald’s hands gripped her hips as Alan brushed his fingers up her spine, their hands scorching hot against her flesh in contrast to the cool temperature of the room. Her clit, already sensitive from Alan’s earlier ministrations, comfortably rubbed against him.

“You like that, baby?” Jerald asked.

She wiggled her hips in reply. “Oh, you have no idea.”

The sensation of them filling, stretching, fucking her answered all her prayers. Her men.

They still wanted her. Still loved her.

She pushed up with her arms to gain leverage. Rocking her hips against them, they let her set the rhythm as she found that perfect, sweet position where her clit and G-spot both received attention.

Jerald kissed the back of her neck. “That’s it. Take what you need, sweetie.”

Alan reached up and cupped the back of her neck. His sweet brown eyes looked nearly black in the dim light. “Fuck us, baby.”

She tried to keep her eyes open, but then Jerald reached around her and started rolling her nipples between his fingers. The immediate contraction of her muscles around their cocks triggered her climax. She came unhinged, a cry bursting from her as the men started moving above and beneath her, fucking her, taking over and catching up to join her.

She heard Alan’s moan first, felt his cock throbbing inside her, followed by Jerald a moment later. Panting, she collapsed onto Alan and lay there as he stroked her back and shoulders.

Jerald held himself up on his arms, kissing her back and feathering his lips down her spine.

Maybe tonight she would actually sleep all night without waking up or having bad dreams.

“You okay, baby?” Jerald softly asked, nervous worry tingeing his tone.

“Oh, sweetie, I am sooo okay now.”

He carefully pulled out and walked into the bathroom to clean up. He brought a warm, wet washcloth back, then cleaned her up before returning to snuggle with them.

She didn’t move from where she lay sprawled across Alan, his arms enfolding her, his softening cock still embedded inside her. Jerald rolled onto his side and draped an arm over her back. She felt him playing with her hair.

“Is this your natural color, babe?”

“Yeah.” She wasn’t with them long enough for it to totally grow out. She’d kept dying it dark before the trial, the marshals telling her it would be better to wait until after to change it, to make it harder for her to be recognized.

“It’s beautiful,” Jerald said. “I love it.”

“Please don’t ever change it,” Alan echoed.

“What happens now?” she softly asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Jerald grinned. “Oh, no you don’t. Don’t you dare go thinking we’re letting you out of our sight.” He nuzzled his nose against hers. “You’re stuck with us for life, babe. Seriously.” Then a dark look clouded his face. “Do you have a government contact here in town?”

“Yeah. I only have to talk to them once a year, or if I’m going out of town for a while I have to give them a heads-up so they know I’m gone.”

“We have to make that call first thing in the morning. Tell them Jenny Hemingway’s getting a change of address.”

Alan rolled onto his side, placing her in Jerald’s arms. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed her, then left the room for the bathroom. The tiny house only had one bedroom and one bathroom, but at times it had felt way too large.

Especially during the long nights.

She tightly snuggled against Jerald as his arms enveloped her. “This feels so good.”

He kissed the back of her neck. “You can say that again.”

She heard the sound of the toilet flushing, then a moment later Alan’s aggravated voice from what sounded like the kitchen. “What the hell?”

“What?” she called out.

He appeared in the bedroom door. In his hands, two boxes of Cheerios. “Okay, seriously? What the hell is up with the cereal?”

She felt herself blush in the dim room. “I told you I don’t cook very much.”

“But Cheerios? All the time?”

“Not all the time,” she mumbled.

He rolled his eyes and disappeared again. She heard him moving around in the kitchen, opening the fridge and cabinets. She suspected he was putting away her groceries.

“Uh, oh,” Jerald murmured in her ear. “You’re in trouble now, kiddo.”

She giggled, another wave of relief nearly overwhelming her. Laughing felt good.
Damn
good. She’d done very little of it since she’d left them.

Alan returned a moment later. “Seriously,” he said as he climbed into bed, “I’m cooking you a real meal in the morning.”

Her stomach loudly growled, making both men laugh.

“Well, I hadn’t had dinner yet,” she groused. “Someone sort of took me by surprise.”

Alan kissed her, then got back out of bed. “Where’s the keys, Jer?”

“Why?”

“Because I refuse to let her go hungry, and she’s damn sure not eating cereal for every meal anymore. I’m going to run to the store. It was only a couple of blocks away. Besides, you and I need dinner too.”

Alan dressed, got the keys, and leaned in to kiss them both. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Jerald tightly hugged her. “Don’t worry, she’s not leaving this bed.”

Alan laughed. “Don’t wear her out. You’ll scare her away.”