“Are you ready, sweetness?”
She smiled, her eyes languid and sated. “I’m ready.”
Chase’s cock pulsed.
She was ready for them. And they were damn straight ready for her.
Natalie wasn’t sure she wanted to leave the little bench. She was comfortable and warm and happy. Even the ropes didn’t bother her. In fact, she quite liked them, but she felt her legs come free, Ben’s hands briskly rubbing against her calves, making sure there were no circulation problems.
That wasn’t the case. They’d been so careful. As she’d watched Chase wind the thin ropes around her forearms, his hands lovingly knotting and forming patterns, she’d been struck by how much he loved this. He found a calm and peace when he was working with ropes. She’d decided that no matter how much she wanted to scream, she wouldn’t because he needed this.
And then she realized she didn’t want to scream. This was one hundred and eighty degrees from what she’d been forced to endure at the hands of a psychotic asswipe. Hawk wouldn’t have asked politely, wouldn’t have lovingly measured and made sure she was safe. This was play, intimate and affectionate, and very, very loving. This was different.
This was right. Finally right.
Chase kissed her arm and pulled the rope free. It left a pretty winding pattern on her skin, the indentions proof that she could have this again. They would be gone in a moment or two, but she had a feeling that anytime she wanted to see them again, Chase would oblige.
The recent orgasm still hummed through her system. Benjamin Dawson was a master vibrator operator. It was a rather good thing for a lover to be.
She felt a deep affection for her men. And that vibrator.
“Can we keep the vibe?” She reached out and ruffled Chase’s hair. “I think I’m going to name it.”
He frowned. “I don’t think I like that. I think I might be very possessive. I’ve been jealous of a four-year-old and now an inanimate object.”
She laughed a little, every limb in her body limp and happy. “Oh, it was animated, Dawson. It was really animated.”
Strong arms lifted her off the bench, and she had to clench to keep the plug in. She didn’t want to find out what they would do to her if she lost that plug. They might not let her come again. Though she wasn’t sure she could. How much could one vagina take in a night? They seemed ready to answer the question.
“I think I can handle the vibrator, baby,” Ben said, hauling her close. “Chase is just worried it’s a better conversationalist than he is.”
She looked down to where Chase was shrugging. “It’s a worry.”
“I love talking to you, babe. I just wait with bated breath to find out what’s going to come out of your mouth. You never bore me.” She winked at him and looked back up at Ben. “And neither do you, babe.”
Ben’s sensual lips curved up before swooping in for a sweet kiss. “Glad to hear it.” His face hardened. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you, Natalie?”
Her pussy sparked. Yep. She could probably come again. Her men seemed to bring out the best in her. “You want to take me together.”
“The three of us, sweetness, like it should be.” Chase gracefully moved off the floor, strong limbs balancing him.
The three of them. She’d never thought after everything that had happened to her that she would find one man she could trust, much less two. Two men who loved her. Two men who wanted her.
Tears, those beautiful, healing tears, were back in her eyes, though this time they were sweet. She was going to marry them. She was going to have a family with them. She was going to move and find that adventure she’d always sought before. Her life, so narrow and confined in the last several years, seemed to open before her like a feast to be devoured and shared and enjoyed.
“I’ll need a studio. I think I want to paint again.”
Ben walked her through the playroom toward the big bed. “You can have any room in the place, baby. If you pick Chase’s office, I’ll have him kicked out in a heartbeat.”
Chase followed. “She won’t pick my office. My office is a cave. I picked it because it has the fewest windows. Less likelihood of a sniper getting me. Natalie’s going to want light. Painters like light and shit. But we should still be worried about snipers.”
Nope. No way life with Chase Dawson would ever be boring.
Chase sat back on the bed, his body spread out like the most delicious man candy ever offered to a hungry girl. All that hotness balanced out his crazy.
“God, you’re paranoid. Could you hide that until after we’ve gotten married?” Ben asked, setting her on her not-too-stable feet. She couldn’t help but smile because she was faced with a wall of really gorgeous chests.
She let her fingers drift up to touch him. She felt a little drugged by it all, happily high on love and sex.
Chase’s voice deepened as he poured lube in his hand and started to slick up his cock. “Someone has to worry about snipers. They’re everywhere, you know. I’ll have Julian replace the glass with bulletproof. That’ll work. I’ll just annoy him until he does it. He’s still feeling shitty that I nearly got killed because some asshole mercenaries got into the building.”
That had her head turning. “What? Nearly killed?”
His hand didn’t leave his cock. It moved up and down, working that monster into a state. He winked her way. “It’s okay. Ben sniped the fucker. See. Snipers. They’re everywhere.”
“That is a story for another time.” Ben obviously didn’t want to exchange war stories. He gave her a gentle nudge. “Go on, baby. He’s ready. Ride that cock like the cowgirl you are.”
She started to straddle Chase, but he shook his head. “Wrong direction, sweetness. Ben got the first taste of your pussy. Your ass is mine. On your hands and knees. We’re going to have some fun with this.”
She turned, wondering exactly how this was going to work. Her breath hitched when his fingers foraged between her cheeks, and he slid the plug from her asshole. The full sensation was gone, replaced by a sense of emptiness.
Chase didn’t seem willing to let that go on for very long. He pulled back on her hips. “Hush, sweetness. Let me guide you. I want you to take what you can, and when you’re comfortable, just relax and let gravity do the rest.”
The head of his well-lubed cock fit to the opening of her asshole, nudging its way inside. It was odd. She was sitting back against him, so unlike she had thought it would be. Chase held her hips, but she was in control, pressing back and taking what she could handle. Hard. He was so stinking hard, and he was forcing her to make the decision. She pressed back, groaning as she impaled herself on the head of his dick. Ben had been right. That plug wasn’t quite as big as her men. She shook a little, but Ben was there right in front of her. He took her hands, helping her to balance.
“How does it feel?” Ben asked, his fingers tangling with hers. She was taking Chase’s cock deep inside, but she was facing Ben.
It felt intimate and dirty. “It hurts, but not bad. I like it. God, he’s torturing me with this.”
Chase chuckled behind her. She could feel that laugh all along her spine. “I like to torture my gorgeous little sub. Take it, sweetness. Take my cock up your ass. Ben is dying to get inside you, and he can’t until you manage to get my cock balls deep. Take it, Natalie.”
She panted, her breath sawing in and out of her chest. He had her on the ropes. Her thighs were screaming, and all she had to do was to sink back on his dick. To take him.
Taking him meant accepting him. Taking all of him. Yeah, she wanted every centimeter of Chase Dawson. The good. The bad. The intensely crazy.
She leaned back, allowing herself to sink onto that decadent, impossibly good, so-hard cock. He filled her up, leaving no room to breathe or think or be anything but what she already was, and there was a peaceful joy to that. She was Natalie. A survivor. A woman who had faced the darkest bit of her soul, and she could still fucking love a man. Hell, she was enough woman to love two of them.