But part of him never wanted to say good-bye to her.
She cried for a few more minutes, then started laughing, giggles that rolled out of her and caused her to shed even more tears. Jack couldn’t help but smile as she finally hiccupped herself to some semblance of sanity.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she took another hitching breath. “This is just so…surreal. I can’t believe I just did this. I don’t know if anyone would believe it if I wrote it in a book.”
“Regretting it?” Jack asked. Part of him was convinced she’d say yes.
She shook her head as she looked from Tim to him. “No. Never.”
“Then let us take your mind off your troubles,” Tim offered. “I’m sure I can think of several dirty ways to do that.”
Gwen smiled. “I’m sure you can, too.”
Fuck it. I’ll enjoy it while I can. “I know I can,” Jack added.
Tim couldn’t believe this woman was in his bed with them. He was hopelessly in love with her, but how would Stoneface react to that? He wanted to beg her not to return to Ohio, that there was no reason to leave. Hell, he’d survived the transplant process from Cali to South Dakota, surely she could, too.
You barely know her.
No, that wasn’t true and he knew it. He did know her. Just because they’d never met face-to-face before didn’t mean he didn’t know her heart, her hopes and dreams, her fears.
Her perceived failures in life and love. It was part of their e-mail discussions over the past three years.
He wanted to smack her ex-husband for her for treating her like dirt. What man in his right mind cheated on a woman like Gwen?
He answered his own question. A fucking stupid one.
Tim had been many things in his life, but stupid, he knew, wasn’t one of them.
And he’d be stupid to let her get away from them without a fight.
He knew Jack felt something for her, too. Tim could see it in his face when he looked up at him while they were together inside her. He could see it now, too, mixed with the typical guarded caution. But a few minutes earlier…
It was the first time he could remember seeing true, unadulterated joy on Jack’s rocky visage.
Jack’s life was full of old pain. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince Gwen life could be just like one of her books, only better. Because in real life they could have a happily-ever-after.
Gwen let Tim roll her onto her back. He pushed her legs apart. “I’m greedy,” he said with a playful smile. “I want to hear you scream again.” He dipped between her legs, his tongue gently stroking her clit.
She wasn’t sure if she could come again. Then Jack propped himself on one elbow next to her and began sucking and playing with her breasts. She plunged her hands into his hair, holding him tightly to her, enjoying the feel of his tongue flicking against her nipples.
It didn’t take long. Tim slipped a couple of his magic fingers into her, and she felt herself climbing impossible heights before she crashed into another orgasm.
Okay, so this was like her books.
It felt like every nerve ending vibrated in the aftershocks of her climax. Tim sat up and hooked her legs with his arms, pulling them up. “I’m going to fuck you again, baby. I can’t get enough of you.” He grabbed another condom, slipped it on with lightning speed, and plunged his cock deep within her.
Gwen never dreamed sex could be this good, even though she’d written about it enough times. Sex with Dickweed had been okay, satisfying usually but nothing stellar.
This was…awesome.
Tim stretched his body out on top of hers and kissed her as his cock slowly glided along her clit with every stroke. “Scream for me, baby. I want to make you feel good.”
She felt it building. Sex had never been this good. Ever.
Not even in her books.
Jack smiled. “I can’t resist that.” He put on another condom, grabbed the lube, and took up position behind Tim.
Gwen was torn between wanting to watch the men get it on and the delicious things Tim’s body did to hers. Tim stopped moving, his eyes dropping closed as he rested his forehead against hers.
“Fuck,” he whispered, “that’s so not fair. I’m gonna blow like this.”
She felt the bed shake. Jack chuckled. “I can’t resist that cute ass stuck in the air like that. You should know that.”
Tim started moving again, impaling himself on Jack’s cock before driving deep inside her again. Tim’s eyes opened, that sweet blue gaze piercing deep within her. “I could do this for the rest of my life,” he murmured.
“So could I,” Jack said, his voice tinged with passion.
“Me, too,” she agreed. She pulled Tim’s head down, kissing him as her orgasm exploded.
“Oh, baby, I feel you,” he said. “I’m coming!”
“Fuck yeah!” Jack said. She felt him start to pound into Tim’s ass with a loud grunt, skin slapping against skin, bouncing Tim’s cock harder against her clit as both men came.
They collapsed into a sweaty, panting pile of flesh. Jack slowly rolled off Tim, who quickly pulled out. In moments, she found herself snugly nestled between the men and drifting off to sleep.
Tim kissed her forehead. “Good?”
“Mm hmm.”
She felt Jack settle his head next to hers, resting against her shoulder. “Thank you, Gwen,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful. I could fall asleep next to you every night.” He slipped an arm around her waist, and she held on, moved by the sincerity in his voice.
“I could fall asleep between you two every night,” she admitted, afraid to even wish for the impossible.
Tim also slipped his arm across her waist. “That would be a dream come true,” he said.
As she fell asleep, she wondered if he meant it.
If for once in her life she could be that lucky.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Gwen awoke pleasantly sore and securely snuggled between Jack and Tim. Tim’s hand was nestled between her legs, cupping her mound, while Jack had a secure grip on her left breast.
She stared first at Tim, then Jack, who were both still asleep. She felt the first giggle try to bubble forth, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle it. If she started laughing, she wouldn’t be able to stop, and she didn’t want to awaken the men. Had she really let these two gorgeous men fuck her silly last night?
At the same time?
Apparently, she had. The proof was in the residual ache in her ass.
And what a nice ache it was, too.
She took a deep breath and, finally sure she wouldn’t start laughing, slowly let it out again.
I could get used to this.
That’s when the wistful pang of regret hit. Liam would arrive in a few hours. She wasn’t too worried about what he’d think. Knowing him, he’d probably cheer her on.
But what about when they had to return home?
It didn’t surprise her to realize she didn’t want to return home, even though she knew that was a stupid, juvenile thought.
She couldn’t deny she’d already hit the downward slippery slope and was rapidly gaining speed toward falling in love with Tim and Jack. The irony that she wouldn’t write this scenario in a book didn’t escape her. Rationally, she should just keep it about the sex and enjoy what she could while she could. Try as she might, wish as she would, she couldn’t just pack up and move from Ohio. For one thing, Liam needed her to run interference between their parents from time to time. She couldn’t leave him.
And how did she know the men would even return her feelings? For all she knew, they might just see her as a fun time, an easy lay.