Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

There was another very long pause. Finally, silently, he appeared in that far doorway. She could just see his outline, his large body filling that space.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in San Jose. I came to see my parents.”

“San Jose is three hundred and fifty miles away.”

“So it is. Are you going to let me in?”

“Are you here to stay with me?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Then probably not.” He walked a little closer, still the distance of two rooms away.

She touched her hand to the screen. “Braeden.”

“Are you going to let me fuck you?”

“No.”

“Well, then,” he said. “The answer is definitely no, I’m not letting you in.”

Her heart twisted a bit. Here was the nasty beast Braeden. Well, she knew he had it in him. She’d seen hints of him their first night together.

She turned away a little, inspecting his dusty front porch and untended yard. She was still looking away when she spoke again. “Rowen and I are going to marry next month.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his body flinch. Then he walked closer, close enough to put his hand on the inside door. She looked up at him, meeting his hard gaze.

“Let me know where you’re registered. I’ll send you a nice blender or something.”

He pushed the door shut. She heard the lock snick before he turned and walked away.

* * * *

Kevin met her train from the airport and took charge of getting her luggage home. He splurged on a cab, giving them the opportunity to get reacquainted in the backseat, quite to the enjoyment of the cabbie.

But she felt truly at home again when Rowen did his traditional greet and fuck at the door. He was there waiting and pulled her in while Kevin was still juggling her bags. By the time Kev got the door closed, Ro was already thrust inside her.

“Jesus, dude, let her get through the door at least.”

“Why?” Ro grunted. “You got her in the cab. I can tell you were fingering her. She’s already hot.” He thrust harder. “Wet.”

He was right. She’d already had one hopefully discreet orgasm in the cab.

He halted conversation to kiss her, sinking his tongue down her throat. “Besides, she missed me, didn’t you, babe?”

Yes, she had. She’d missed them both, and it was a blessed relief to be back with them. And specifically, to be wrapped around Rowen and his cock.

Ro had apparently got the edge off his need and slowed his rhythm. Still kissing her, still pressed deep into her cunt, he walked her over and sat with her on the couch. “Anyway, I’ll share.”

He settled so she was straddling him. He began undressing her, kissing and sucking every bit of skin he bared. He held her face, locking her gaze with his. “I’m so glad you’re back. I was a little afraid you’d want to stay.”

Annabelle was surprised and more than a little touched. “Never,” she said, kissing his mouth. “I could never leave you and Kev.”

“That’s right, puss.” Kevin came up behind her and leaned over for his own kiss. “You’re our girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, and held him to the next kiss. Yes, she repeated to herself. And that would be enough. More than she could have ever imagined to hope for.

Ro had her breasts bare now, and Kev covered her with his hands. He massaged them and then rolled her nipples. She turned her head, pressing her cheek into his groin, feeling his hard cock there. She rubbed against him until he let go of her breasts to free himself.

She took him in her mouth, the tip of him already moist, his long shaft hard and velvet smooth. She licked and then sucked him, sliding him deep.

Kevin moaned his pleasure, caressing her head and chafing his palm over one breast. Ro encouraged her, instructing her to suck Kev in hard, to stroke him with her hands. At the same time, he grasped her hips and steadied her as he started thrusting again.

It didn’t take long for any of them. Her absence for these few days had made them all needy. Annabelle knew there was still a long evening of lovemaking ahead, but this would be a quick fuck.

And she was happy for it, ready and eager. Soon Kev’s hand on her head wasn’t caressing so much as controlling and his cock was fucking her mouth. His hand got rough on her breast, squeezing and tugging her nipple.

In the meantime, Ro was working her harder, grinding into her, splaying her legs out to get deeper. He arched up, pounding into her with his thrusts.

Then they were all coming, Kev spurting into her mouth and Ro filling her cunt with hot cum. They both let out loud, feral groans, grasping her possessively as they took her, making her theirs again. Annabelle spasmed, her body convulsing as she took them in, accepting their semen as if it were their essence. She was overcome with the joy of being with them again, the thrill of their hard desire, their craving for her. And her body celebrated, home again, helpless as always against their overwhelming assault on her sexual being.

When he was spent, Kevin flopped down onto the sofa beside Rowen. Annabelle collapsed over them, her head nestled on their shoulders, her arms around them both. Still not having had enough of each other, they stroked and soothed.

Ro ran his fingers through her hair, twining as if to keep hold on her, to keep her. “Brae’s not coming back,” he said, more statement than question.

She shook her head. “No.”

“You can be happy with us, babe, can’t you? With just the two of us?”

“Yes,” she said and lifted to look at them, to kiss them both. “I can be very happy. I will be.”

And she was. Annabelle remembered the conversation she’d had with Braeden about a mother’s love. She decided that she would think of him as a mother would for a child grown, off living his own life as he should, always loved and a part of her, but in a more distant way. Connected, but apart.

So she worked and loved her two men and made plans for a small wedding. They’d agreed, for the sake of Rowen’s elderly parents, to treat it publicly as a traditional marriage. Later, after a baby or two, they’d legally dissolve the marriage so Annabelle could marry Kevin. They thought their families might never need to know the full truth about their ménage relationship.

It was a compromise they were all willing to make. What was most important to them was that they could have each other in the kind of relationship they wanted. If friends or family or coworkers speculated about it, the three of them were okay with that. Anyone who asked would be told the truth. They were pretty sure that folks who didn’t want to hear the answers wouldn’t ask.

They wouldn’t flaunt their chosen lifestyle, but they wouldn’t hide it, either.

Rowen and Kevin were working hard on the new theater. For a while, neither of them had a show to deal with, so they lived a more regular life, with the two men home most evenings. Annabelle loved that time. She was very happy to have her days to paint and pursue her own work. And every bit as well, she loved the moment in the afternoon when she put her brushes down and got ready for their return.

Most days, she made dinner for them. It was bit of housewifely-ness that she enjoyed, taking pleasure in providing good, healthy food for her men.

Also, she enjoyed readying herself. She usually bathed, a long, bubbly soak that relaxed her body and scented her skin. Then she dressed for them. A demi-bra and a small top, so her breasts would be displayed, all set for their first, welcome-home kisses and caresses. A short skirt just barely covering her bare pussy, facilitating those eager finger-fucks at the door and later, while she put food on the table. On especially frisky days, it was cocks rather than fingers doing the fucking.

If their lovemaking didn’t start at the door or the table, or even if it did, they took it to the couch or a bed after dinner. It was everything she wanted. Gentle, tender loving interspersed with wild, physical fucking in every combination. They used her in every way men could use a woman, often together, filling her with two big, hard cocks.

She was happy. More than happy. And just a little bit sad.

* * * *

Annabelle lay on the couch between Rowen and Kevin. The guys were intently watching the new big-screen interpretation of a multi-Tony winner.

Not so intently that they didn’t have time to diddle their woman, though. Her head was in Kevin’s lap while he played with her breasts. She could feel his cock rising against her cheek, so she figured there would soon be an intermission. Rowen had his fingers in his favorite place, getting her nice and wet. Periodically he’d slide out and stroke her clit.

She’d need that intermission herself before very long.

Their petting was getting to be too much to bear. Her body arched, a shudder of arousal slithering through her. She moaned a little, drawing Kevin’s attention.

He looked down at her, smiling at the same time he nudged around a little to bring more cock-to-cheek contact. “You need something, puss?”

That got Rowen’s attention, too, and he reached for the remote and flicked off the TV.

“Just as well. It’s crap, anyway. The director must have his head up his ass.”

Annabelle knew that voice, and it wasn’t either Ro or Kev. All three of them on the couch turned to see Braeden standing just inside the door, slipping his keys into his trouser pocket. He’d dropped three bags at his feet.

He walked closer, his hand in his pocket not disguising the lengthening of his cock as he looked down at Annabelle. Rowen and Kev kept stroking and finger-fucking her, even putting a little more heat into it.

He continued to watch, then took a moment to glance from one man to the other. “I miss you guys. I never did like living so far away.”

Then he looked at Annabelle. “And I can’t fucking live without her.”

Rowen slid a possessive hand along her thigh, owning. “Are you going to stay?”

Braeden nodded. “If you’re willing.”

“What changed your mind?” Kevin’s question was just a bit hostile.

He spoke to Annabelle. “Grace sent Bill. He said he’d lived half a life. He said he’d have given anything to be a husband to Grace, a father to you. He lived for the four weeks a year that he got to be with the love of his life.

“He’d tried to be with other women, he said. But they were all second best. He only wanted Grace.

“He told me I was a coward and a fucking a-hole, and I’d get my just deserts. I’d spend my life without you in it.”

While Braeden spoke, Rowen had offered her his hand and pulled her up to sit.

“So,” he went on. “In order to avoid being a fucking A-hole, I’d like to come back. If you’ll have me.”

Annabelle looked to Kevin and then Ro. Ro nodded. “It’s up to you, babe. It always was.”

She kissed him and then Kevin. Then she opened her arms to Brae.

* * * *

Braeden let go of the breath he’d been holding, barely refraining from letting it out in a great whoosh. He went to Annabelle, took her hands, and pulled her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and started kissing her. It felt so good, so very just as it should be, that he began to wonder if he would ever stop.

Between kisses, or through them, he mumbled thanks to Kev and then to Ro. And again and again, to her. “Thank you, Annie, honey,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I love you. Thank you, thank you.”

Yes, he wasn’t going to be that asshole.

He’d already decided that when the tall, buff older man had shown up at his door. Brae knew he’d been a total ass to Annie, leaving her standing there on his front porch. After brooding for two weeks—and writing not one damn word—he’d had to give over. He’d hurt her. But more to the point, he’d hurt himself. She’d walked away and taken his heart with her. She might have been unhappy, but he was in freaking misery.

His bags were halfway packed when Bill came to see him. He let the man speak his piece. Bill deserved that, and Brae needed to hear it. Like the Ghost of Christmas Future, he showed Brae a life he didn’t want to see. After Bill left, Brae finished the job of packing and got himself on an airplane.

Now, holding Annie, he knew to his bones he’d made the right choice.

He lifted her up in his arms and carried her out of the room. At the hall entrance he turned and looked back at his two friends.

“You all coming? We’re sharing her, aren’t we?”

Ro smiled and Kevin nodded enthusiastically. “You bet,” he said. “But go ahead. You’ve been away, so we’ll give you a little head start.”

Braeden nodded once and turned, not having it in him to try and change their minds, not when he had the opportunity to have her to himself just this once. He carried her to his room.

At the foot of the bed he set her on her feet and undressed her. Then he stepped back, savoring the view of her while he got his own clothes off.

She was lovely. Her skin glowed, warmed by the arousal Kev and Ro had drawn from her. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples thrusting out, calling to him. Her hips curved out from her narrow waist, forming a heart shape to frame her lovely, bare pussy. Her tight little clit peeped out from her slit, and his fingers itched to touch.

“Honey,” he said, almost shaking as he put his hands on her. He brushed them over her body, touching and stroking everywhere. He took her mouth again, greedy for the taste of her.

Though he didn’t deserve it, she kissed him back, whispering soft words into his mouth. “I love you, Braeden. I’m so glad you’re here.”

His dick was threatening to explode just from being nestled against her. “Come on,” he urged, prodding her up onto the bed. “I need you.”

She crawled up and stayed on her hands and knees. What a fucking woman. She made him feel ashamed and like a sex god all at the same time. He came up behind her and kissed her lovely ass. He couldn’t resist that, at least.

“No, Annie,” he said. “Turn over. I want to see your face. I’m making love to you, Annabelle Talbot. You’re the woman I love and I want to see you.”

She turned, her eyes hot with love and a sweet smile on her face. She lifted her arms up to take him.

He went into them, gently lowering his body weight onto her. His cock fell against her smooth thighs, his chest came against her upthrust breasts. His face held over hers, her lips already rosy from his kisses, her honeyed breath mixing with his, and her gaze holding his in deep communion.