Katie rode his hand, her body on fire in a way she hadn’t felt in far too long. Nothing but the hot lust coursing through her cunt mattered to her. Shame? What shame? Something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong.
His free hand skimmed up her arm, to her chin, where he tipped her face up to his before his arm settled along her back, cradling her. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Forcing them open, she stared into his intense blue gaze, like a summer sky across a pasture.
“Now. Give it to me now.”
His commanding tone tipped her over the brink, her soul scattering like leaves in the wind as his hand quickened, harder, faster, every stroke rubbing both that sweet spot inside her wet pussy and her throbbing clit. He swallowed her cries with his mouth, his tongue plunging between her lips, possessing her body.
Possessing her heart.
It felt like her climax wouldn’t stop as her body trembled in his arms until his fingers finally fell still between her legs. She lay there, spent, replete, satisfied.
Guilty.
He withdrew his hand. She opened her eyes, meeting his deep gaze as he sucked her juices off his fingers. Then he kissed her again, rising with her in his arms and setting her on the table. He shifted her around, stepping between her legs as he pushed her dress up over her thighs.
She held on tight, wanting more. Needing more. Guilt fell to the wayside as he unfastened his trousers, freeing his hard cock.
Hooking her legs around his hips, she pulled him close and tight as he plunged inside her, hot and ready, his previous ministrations well preparing the way for his rigid shaft. He pleasantly stretched her, the sweet ache of him filling her pussy, sending her on the climb toward another release.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, falling still for a moment before starting a slow, deep rhythm. He clutched her tightly to him as he kissed her, one hand fisting in her hair, finalizing his claim. She met each thrust with her hips and was barely aware of the table moving under them as he picked up speed until she realized every stroke hit her already swollen clit just right, pulling her with him.
He felt it. “You gonna come with me, baby?” he hoarsely muttered. “I can feel your pussy grabbing me. You want it?”
“Please!”
Harder, faster, each thrust hitting her clit and that sweet spot inside her again. His hands slid down to her hips, his strong fingers digging in and using the leverage to hold her where he wanted her. His balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her, his lips ravaging hers, bruising kisses stealing her breath, until she gasped.
“Yes!” She felt like her soul had been ripped apart at the seams and put back together in the right way. For so long she’d felt lonely, and this felt so right in a way she never wanted to lose, no matter how wrong anyone said it might be.
“Goddamn!” He plunged again, hard and deep, then fell still as she felt his throbbing cock pumping his seed deep inside her, claiming her.
Owning her heart.
With tears streaming down her face she clung to him, desperate to never let him go. His hands roamed her back, now gentle, tender, caressing her. “I love you, Katie,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you fierce. Please, promise me you’ll never leave us.”
Unable to talk through her emotions, she nodded and held him tighter. As her bliss receded, despite her dreams appearing to be fulfilled, guilt once again established a foothold.
What about Mason?
Joe carried her into his bedroom and tenderly laid her down on his bed, where he pulled her housedress off her before dropping his clothes to the floor. Then he crawled into bed with her, slowly exploring her body with his lips, driving her close to madness yet again.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held him close, refusing to let go for fear he’d leave her. Together, the sweet, musky scent of their lovemaking reminded her of long-ago happiness she never thought she’d ever experience again outside of her lonely dreams.
This time when he entered her, his body covering hers as she wrapped her legs around him, he laced his fingers through hers and kissed her. Slow, sweet, sensuous glides of his cock across her clit, sliding deep inside her, their combined juices making it easy for his large member to search out and locate that sweet spot again.
“I love you, Katie,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse and full of emotion. “I’m not letting you go.”
She stared into his eyes and knew her heart was lost.
To both men.
“I don’t want you to let me go. Either of you.”
“We’ll make this work, the three of us. I promise.”
She silenced him with a kiss, knowing damn well Mason wouldn’t want to share, and part of her heart breaking at the selfish thought of losing the other man she loved. This time, her release came with his. He didn’t withdraw. Instead, he gathered her into his arms and rolled them onto their sides.
Her cheek rested against his chest, and she enjoyed the feel of his heart slowing into a normal rhythm beneath her ear. Golden curls brushed her flesh.
As she lay there in his arms, a torturous thought pounded through her brain. What have I done?
When Joe heard her stomach growl, he remembered he’d interrupted their dinner. There’d be time for him to contemplate what this meant later. “We need to get some food into you.” He untangled himself from her sweet body and poured water into the basin on his dresser. He brought a washcloth and towel and proceeded to kiss her as he helped clean her up.
Even in the dim light he saw the blush rise in her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m not used to this, that’s all.”
“What? I want to take care of you.” He kissed her again. “I will take care of you. We will take care of you.”
Her eyes glistened and he heard the tremor in her voice. “What about Mason?”
“He’ll listen to me. He loves you, too.” He didn’t want to mention Mason’s earlier conversation with him. Didn’t want Mason or her to have a chance to do the honorable thing and agree to let her be with him.
There was no reason the three of them couldn’t be together. Despite knowing they’d have difficulties down the road, he couldn’t bear to take Mason’s love from him when he knew from personal experience how damn lonely it would be.
He’d mastered loneliness over the years and would never wish it on another. They could and would make this work.
“What will people say?” She kept her voice low despite them being alone, just the thought, apparently, enough to make her want to keep it secret.
He grabbed her hand. “You leave that to me. You’ll marry one of us. We’ll figure it out. Mason and I’ve lived together for a while. He’s still my cousin. It won’t cause talk.” He stroked her cheek and smiled to reassure her. “People would talk more if you didn’t marry one of us, despite you being a widow. They’ll expect one of us to claim you soon enough, I’m sure.”
When she started to protest again, he laid a gentle finger on her lips. “No more worries, Katie. Promise me.”
She finally smiled and nodded.
“Good. Now let’s get back to dinner.”
After dinner, he wouldn’t let her return to her room. Instead, he drew her into his bed, but they were both so tired they simply lay down together, with her nestled in his arms.
She fell asleep almost immediately.
He smiled as he studied the curve of her jaw, the smooth lines of her brow without wide-awake worry to crease it. He didn’t want to tell her about the one time he’d been with someone other than his Laura. A trip to Tampa, when he and Mase rented a soiled dove at one of the Tampa hotels and spent a night with her, fueled by Mason’s grief over a visit to his sister’s grave and Joe’s alcohol-fueled memories of his lost love. An evening where the two of them shared the girl, enjoyed losing themselves and their grief in her and for a few hours, deadening the pain in their souls.