Lost in Bliss

Chapter Fifteen

“I don’t see why I can’t go to the bathroom, Logan.” Laura had to glare up at the deputy. This close, she could see the tired look in his eyes. Lately he’d taken to wearing a pair of aviators everywhere he went, but tonight he’d left them off, and there was no denying the red rim to his eyes. Logan Green was on the edge of something, and damn if Laura could figure out how to help him.

“Because you could be brutally murdered.”

“In the ladies room?”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I was almost brutally murdered in my boss’s office. It happens.” And that was the trouble. Months before, Logan had been tortured by members of the Russian mob who had come to Bliss looking for a painting of Jen Waters’s. Logan had endured hours of painful questioning. It was a miracle he’d survived, but the sweet boy who loved comic books and napped at work was gone. That Logan Green had died, and Laura wasn’t sure how to get to the one who had taken his place. “Logan, you can stand outside, if you like. All the other women are allowed to go to the bathroom.” He looked down at her, an unmoving slab of granite. “I’ll let you go, but I stand outside the stall.”

She closed her eyes in frustration. She didn’t really need to go.

She just wanted a minute alone.

“All the other women are not being hunted by a serial killer,” he said without inflection.

He had been like this for thirty minutes. He followed her around, not speaking unless he needed to. He’d just been a hulking presence as she talked to Stella and her husband, Sebastian, about the wedding, and then Brooke Harper about how they were going to get Nell into a bra before Stef and Jen’s wedding. Not once had the deputy cracked a smile.

“Logan, do you want to talk about it?” she asked quietly. It looked like she wasn’t going anywhere until Nate Wright decided to un-sic Logan.

There was only the fine tightening around his eyes to let her know he’d even heard her. He looked older than his twenty-three years. The last six months had given Logan a body to die for. It had toned and tightened him until even his face had lost its boyish charm and was replaced with a hard masculinity. But he’d also lost his joy.

“I know what it’s like,” she said. “You feel utterly helpless. You know what it means to be in someone else’s power, and it’s horrible.

It changes you, but it doesn’t have to ruin your whole life.” But wasn’t she letting it ruin hers? Hours she’d spent agonizing over letting Rafe and Cam go. Was she doing it for the right reasons?

Or was she just afraid?

No. She couldn’t think that way. It was selfish. She wasn’t afraid of them anymore. She had loved them once, but she’d proven that she could live without them, and happily at that. This was her home, and her friends were her family. Rafe and Cam would give up eventually, and they would find a life that made them happy, too. Rafe would go back to the FBI, and Cam would find someone to build a family with.

Logan simply stared at her as though he could read her thoughts.

“Sure. Voice of reason, huh? You’re totally adjusted, Laura. I’ll take that under consideration.”

“There she is!” Jana’s flat Midwestern cadence broke through the chatter surrounding Laura. Laura knew she’d cultivated that accent.

Jana was from Jersey. “You look…fine. I think the whole small-town girl thing will really sell this story.” She stared at Jana, wondering what to say. Laura had been reconsidering this little plan of hers. Maybe Rafe and Cam were right.

De Sade would come after her anyway. All she was doing by taunting him was bringing Bliss back into the spotlight. She was just about to open her mouth to tell Jana to go to hell when Rafe and Cam walked back into the hall, looks of grim determination on their faces. Stef, Nate, Zane, Max, and Rye walked after them. Every man walking in looked at her.

What the fuck was going on?

Whatever it was, Laura had the feeling it was going to be interesting.

Cam walked straight up to Jana. “You, go away.”

“I will not. I have an interview. Laura promised me. If I don’t get my interview, I’m going to run the story anyway. I can make her look good, or I can make her look like the cowardly FBI agent who doesn’t care that women are being killed.” Jana’s perfectly sculpted lips curled into a sneer. “I can make her look like the hero, or I can make her a complete pariah. It’s up to you.” Laura was just about to defend herself when Cam stared down at the reporter. “And I promise that if you attempt to smear her in any way, I will find a way to make your life hell. I am damn good with a computer. I got a stern talking-to from the government at the age of twelve because I managed to hack into several of their systems. They were kind enough to decide I wasn’t a criminal and took an interest in getting me into the FBI. I will turn criminal if that’s what it takes to fuck with you.”

Rafe turned to her as well. “And I have connections. I will use those connections to ensure that you are not hirable.” Her eyes narrowed. “You can’t do that.” Stef Talbot smiled lazily as he stepped forward. “Oh, I assure you I can. I happen to know that several of the heads of the networks are great lovers of art. A well-placed word and your career is in the toilet.

If I can’t influence them with my status as an artist, I assure you my status as a billionaire and the heir to Talbot Industries will influence them.”

Laura saw the minute Jana knew she was defeated. She turned the burgeoning scowl into a placid smile. “Mr. Talbot, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Laura is a dear friend. I’m just surprised that these men would think to curtail her freedom as a woman.” Oh, not even Nell would have been fooled by that one.

“Well, if you think we’re cavemen now,” Cam said with a grin just before he leaned over and shoved a shoulder in Laura’s midsection. Laura found herself in a fireman’s hold before she could think to protest.

“Cam, put me down!” Laura shouted, although she was shouting it to his butt. It was a really nice butt encased in some fairly tight blue jeans. She had the sudden, wicked urge to cup that ass because it belonged to her.

That was a dangerous thought.

“No can do, baby,” Cam said with an easy confidence. “We’ve decided we outvote you.”

“I didn’t realize we were a democracy,” Laura shot back.

Rafe was suddenly on one knee. He gently pulled her head back so she was forced to look into that gorgeous face of his. His olive skin practically glowed in the low light, and those dark eyes of his got her every time. “There are many things we intend to make you understand tonight, bella. The first of which is you will not be speaking to that woman.”

Cam started to carry her out. She bounced against his body, straining to see as he walked. “Damn it, Cam. Put me down. You can’t manhandle me like this.”

“Yes, I can,” he said, a weird cheeriness to his voice. “I’m doing it right now.”

She heard the door open and close, and the world around her got a lot darker as he left the building and walked out into the parking lot.

She saw Rafe walking behind them. Maybe he was going to be more reasonable. “Rafe, this is not exactly legal.”

“Take it up with the sheriff.”

Laura strained, and she could make out Nate Wright standing in the doorway looking out over the parking lot. He did not look like a man about to arrest someone, which was surprising given his predilections.

What had gone on in that meeting? “Let’s talk about this. I’m willing to admit that talking to Jana was a mistake, but I’m not going to put up with this. We’re adults, and we should discuss this situation rationally.”

Cam snorted. “Not going to happen. You’re not in charge tonight, baby.”

The door to the SUV opened, and Laura found herself stuffed into the car. Rafe followed hard after her while Cam raced around to the front seat. Before she could scoot to the other side, Rafe pulled her close. His arms circled her.

“We’ve been going about this all wrong. We’ve been treating you like fragile glass, but you’re not really fragile, bella. You’re strong.

You’re so fucking strong. You can handle a little fight. We’re going to give it to you.” Rafe’s warm breath played along her skin. “Some of the other men seem to think we should tie you up and spank you until you submit.”

She was so going to kill Stefan Talbot.

“But I think that would cause more trouble,” Rafe concluded.

“I voted for the spanking, baby,” Cam said as he pulled out. “I thought it sounded hot.”

“We’ll see how you like it then,” Laura shot back.

“Yes, I thought that would be your reaction,” Rafe murmured as he stroked her hair. He should stop doing that. He was kidnapping her. “So Cam and I compromised.”

“We’re going to fuck you until you admit you love us,” Cam explained.

“I already admitted I love you.” Loving them wasn’t the problem.

She would love them until the day she died, but she couldn’t ask them to give up everything for her.

“Fine, we’ll fuck you until you forgive us.” Rafe’s hands delved under the collar of her blouse. She tried to move away, but he held her tight. It occurred to her that she should be fighting this loss of freedom.

When she’d first come to Bliss, she’d had terrible nightmares about being held down. Over the years, those nightmares had shifted and turned into dreams of being wrapped in Rafe and Cam. Fear had changed to longing. She still had the occasional dream that de Sade had come for her, but lately, the end had changed. Lately, when she thought she would die, the bonds that held her down became warm hands stroking her and Rafe’s voice telling her she was safe. She would look up and Cam was the one standing over her, a look of love in his eyes.

“I forgive you,” she said, emotion choking her. Damn it. If it was forgiveness they were looking for, then she would give it to them. She could give them what they needed. She could forgive them, but she was never going to…

Tears streamed down now.

“Bella?” Rafe forced her face up.

“I don’t forgive me,” she choked out. “Oh, god, I don’t forgive me.”

She let Rafe pull her into his arms, his warmth surrounding her.

She was here when all those other women were gone from this earth.

Why was she the only one? And how could she have walked away?

She’d run so fast and so far, but he’d caught up with her, and what had that cost all of them?

“I should have stayed,” she whispered against the fabric of Rafe’s shirt.

Strong hands stroked her. “Bella, you can’t blame yourself.” Couldn’t she? The sight of those girls haunted her. She’d known he was lurking, and she’d chosen to hide. She’d picked her pain over what she’d known was right. God, she’d never cried. Five years and she’d never cried.

At first it was all about surviving. It was all about putting one foot in front of the other and making it through the day without blowing her brains out. She’d walked out because she couldn’t deal with Rafe or Cam. She hadn’t been able to face them, much less choose between them. She’d made it through the interviews by pretending it had happened to someone else. She had pushed it back until she told herself it didn’t touch her anymore, but now she could see it had affected her every minute of every day.

“He hurt me.”

A stupid assertion. Obviously he’d hurt her, but she’d never said it so simply. She’d told them the clinical details of what had happened to her. She’d explained how he’d bound her and how she’d gotten away. She’d described the knife he’d used on her in technical details, but not how it had felt when he’d shoved it in her torso. He’d used a small knife, and he’d cut her over and over. It had been enough to hurt, but not kill her right away. She’d never told them how she’d felt.

She’d never told them how she’d felt when she’d woken up from anesthesia and the doctor had told her that he’d been forced to perform a hysterectomy in order to stop her internal bleeding. There had been numerous other things, but that was all she’d heard that first night.

“I’m so sorry, bella.”

She could feel something wet on her forehead. Tears. Rafe was crying with her. Big, strong Rafe was crying. She clung to him. If he could cry, she could, too. She could be brave enough to do it.

“He made me feel so small.” She’d been insignificant. She’d been nothing but a body bound to a slab. An insect to dissect. She’d been nothing to him. Hours of torture had led her to the conclusion that she was nothing.

When the Marquis de Sade had left her alone abruptly, it had taken everything she had to fight. She’d gotten one hand free by working it out of the binding. She’d used her own blood to do it.

She’d found a towel and shoved it against her belly to hold herself together. She’d found the door that led out to the warehouse he was using and made her way to the street. All the way she’d wondered if it was even worth it. Her feet had moved as though the will to live was something that put her on autopilot. How long had she been on autopilot?

“You weren’t small, baby.” Emotion choked Cam’s throat as he drove toward her cabin. “You were loved. No matter what he did to you, you were loved. So fucking precious to me.”

“To both of us.” Rafe’s hands tightened as though he was scared to let her go. “He can’t take that from you. He can’t make you small.

You’re Laura Rosen…Niles…whatever you want to call yourself, but you are loved. Always loved.”

It hadn’t happened to someone else. It had happened to her. It wasn’t technical. It was visceral and emotional, and she’d ignored it for far too long. It was still happening to her because she wouldn’t let these two men in. She’d lied to Logan. She’d lied to Rafe and Cam.

She’d lied to herself. She wasn’t pushing them away for their own good. She was letting that fucker win because he was affecting her life.

Laura cried because she’d held it in for so long. She’d sat up alone at night, a pain in her chest that wouldn’t let her go. She released it now because for the first time in years, she was finally safe. The danger might not have passed, but she was safe.

She was loved. No matter what he did to her, she was loved.

“I can’t have babies,” she sobbed. That hurt so much. He’d taken that from her. He’d taken her babies. All that mattered was the fact that she would never have a family. The tears became a flood.

“We can. We can do anything we want,” Rafe promised, rocking her gently. “You can’t carry them, but we can find a surrogate. We can adopt. Bella, if you want a family, we’ll have one.” Was it really that simple? If she let go of the pain, could she have what she wanted? She loved Bliss, but she needed these men. In the end, if she had to choose, she would choose them.

The car stopped, and Cam was in the backseat in seconds, his strong body wrapping around her. “Baby, we can be happy. I promise.

We’ll do anything to make you happy. This is our second chance, but you should know I’ll ask for a third and a fourth and forever. I’ll never give up on this.”

“Never, bella. I quit, and I’m not going back. This is my life. You and Cam are my family. This is going to be our home.” Her head came up. She’d been ready to leave with them. “Rafe, you don’t have to. I knew if I was going to be with you, I would have to leave.”

He shook his head. “No. You said you liked the you this place brought out. I think I’m starting to like this me. Home is where you are. That’s enough.”

“And I like it here. I have a crappy job with a boss who seems highly difficult and a town that is not likely to recognize my authority.

What more could I ask for?” Cam asked with the dippiest grin on his gorgeous face.

Joy, pure and real, burst through her. Love was right there. All she had to do was say one little word. “Yes.”

“Oh, now you’re in for it.” Cam dragged her out of the car. He hauled her up.

Rafe was opening the door to her cabin with a key she hadn’t given him. She sent him a questioning look.

“I told you I could sneak back in.” He had the most devilish grin on his face. “You said yes.”

She nodded. “I said yes. I’ll say it again.” She’d said no to so many things in the last five years. She’d said no to herself. But she wasn’t going to say no to them. She was done with that.

Rafe leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. “I’ll expect you to say ‘I do’ to us very soon.”

She would get married. She’d thought she’d lost that. She could see so clearly now how she’d given up on her future. She gripped Cam and pulled his head down for a kiss, too. She loved how different they were. Rafe was overwhelming. He came in like a marauder, trying to conquer everything he touched. Cam was softer, but no less possessive. He was the easy touch.

Cam’s tongue touched hers in lazy play. It felt different. There was nothing between them now. There was just the future. She opened herself and let him in. He moved through the doorway even as he kissed her.

“Get her clothes off.” Rafe slammed the door.

Laura was set on her feet, and big hands pulled at her clothes. Her shirt came over her head and a second set of hands tugged at the back of her bra. Her breasts bounced free, the nipples tightening in the cool air. Cam’s fingers undid the fly of her jeans and delved inside. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, seeking her pussy. She shivered as he stroked over her clit.

“She’s already getting wet.” Cam’s voice held a wealth of satisfaction.

She couldn’t help it. She was always ready around them. She’d never thought she was a sexual creature, but she became a beast around them. She pushed her pelvis against his hand, seeking more contact. God, she wanted to fuck that hand. “I’m ready. One of you should really fuck me.”

Cam’s hand came out of her jeans.

Laura didn’t like that. “What are you doing?” An evil, entirely sexy grin crossed his face. “Taking our time. And we won’t be taking turns tonight. We’re a team, Rafe and I. You should get ready to get packed full of cock tonight, baby.” She gasped, the breath leaving her body. They meant to take her together? They had never done it before.

They both moved back and stared at her.

“Take off the rest of your clothes.” Rafe’s eyes narrowed on her breasts.

“Leave the shoes on.” Cam pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his ridiculously toned chest.

His shoulders were broad and ripped. Laura couldn’t help but stare. Rafe unbuttoned his shirt. He was leaner than Cam, but no less hot. His olive skin was perfect and his abs spectacular. She looked down and saw that they were both sporting erections. They would use those on her. One in her pussy and the other would take her ass. They were so big. She would be full of them. She would be surrounded by them.

“Why are you hesitating, bella? There is no going back.”

“Are you rethinking that spanking now, Rafe?” Cam looked at Rafe and for the first time seemed perfectly comfortable. They had always avoided eye contact with each other during sex.

“Yes, I am starting to.”

She started to shove her jeans and panties down her legs. She stepped out of her canary-yellow four-inch d’Orsay pumps.

“I said keep the heels on.” Rafe’s voice was commanding. He seemed to have been taking lessons from Stef.

She kicked the clothes out of the way and put her feet back in the heels. “I heard you, but those are skinny jeans. Aren’t the two of you a little overdressed?”

“Well, I am.” Cam’s hands undid his jeans and pushed them off his hips. His cock sprang from the confines of his briefs. He stroked it as he looked at her. It was an enormous monster, thick and long, with a plum-shaped head. “Come here and help me, baby.” That she could do. She walked up to him and offered up her lips.

Cam’s skin was warm, and he wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her, dragging her hand to where he wanted it to go. She caressed the silky skin covering his erection, pumping it in her hand.

His tongue plunged lazily into her mouth as he plastered his body against hers.

“Come on, baby. Get me ready to fuck you,” he said as he bit softly at her lower lip. “Run that tongue all over my cock.” She sank to her knees in front of him, well aware that Rafe was watching. He hadn’t taken off his pants yet, but it wouldn’t be long.

Once she’d finished with Cam, it would be his turn, and he would be all over her. She looked up at Cam as she licked the bulbous head of his cock.

“Don’t play with him,” Rafe said, frowning down at her. “Lick his cock all over and then take him deep.” She wasn’t sure when Rafe had taken over, but she was willing to play along if it got her what she wanted. She stroked his cock with her tongue, balancing herself on Cam’s rock hard thighs. Cam groaned as she pulled his cockhead into her mouth.

“That’s it, bella,” Rafe said. He was suddenly on his knees beside her. His hands caressed her back, tracing the line of her spine all the way down to the cheeks of her ass. “Suck his cock. Get him hard and ready to fuck you.”

Rafe’s voice had taken on a rough, rich tone. His fingers played lightly along the crack of her ass. “We’re going to fuck you here, bella. You know that, right?” Cam’s hands sank into her hair. “Oh, we’re going to fuck that ass.

I can’t wait to sink in balls deep. It’s going to be hot and tight. God, I can’t wait to have your asshole milk my cock.” Laura wasn’t sure about that, but she wanted to try. She wanted to be between them. She wanted them to fill her up. She struggled to take Cam’s girth in her mouth. Inch by inch she opened her jaw to try to take all of him. She swirled her tongue around his cock despite the tight fit. Cam seemed to lose some of his sweetness as the dominant male came out. His hands tightened on her hair, and he fucked her mouth ruthlessly. In and out his cock worked toward the back of her throat.

“Relax and breathe, bella,” Rafe encouraged her. “He’s almost there.”

“Fuck, yeah, I’m almost there,” Cam grunted as she took another inch of that dick inside.

He was. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth. He would come, flooding her mouth with salty fluid, and then Rafe would take care of her.

“Don’t you forget the plan,” Rafe said, his harsh tone splitting the air.

“Damn it,” Cam cursed, and suddenly her jaw relaxed as Cam pulled out.

“What?” Laura asked, utterly confused.

“My turn.” Rafe shoved his slacks down and took Cam’s place.

Rafe brought her head up and lined his cock to her lips. “You’re not in charge tonight, bella. You’re in charge most of the time, but not now. Take care of my cock while Cam gets you ready.” She was about to ask what she was getting ready for when she felt Cam’s hands separate the cheeks of her ass. Ah, that. Rafe’s cock insisted on entrance. She tasted the salt of his pre-cum on her lips and sucked him inside.

Cool oil dribbled between the cheeks of her ass. A twitchy, restless feeling came over her. Anxiety mixed with desire, making her edgy.

“Suck me harder,” Rafe ordered. He pressed forward, his cock huge in her mouth.

She laved the underside of his dick as Cam pressed his fingers against the rim of her anus. She couldn’t help the little whimper that came out of her throat. She felt helpless, but this time it was a delicious sensation. She could revel in it because these men wouldn’t hurt her. There was something freeing in giving over to them, like she was taking back a piece of herself—the piece that trusted and loved and accepted everything.

“Oh, baby, you should see your little asshole. It’s fighting me, but it’s going to give in. Just like you. It’s going to accept everything I give it.” Cam rimmed her anus and finally pushed in, the sensation a jittery pleasure. “You’re going to take my cock up this ass. It’s going to be beautiful.”

Laura whimpered again. She wasn’t sure about beautiful, but it was damn sure intimate. They were working together, and it was overwhelming her. She shuddered as Cam pressed another finger in.

Her eyes watered a bit. She concentrated on the cock in her mouth.

“That’s right, bella. Your mouth feels so good. If I don’t watch it, you’ll pull the cum out of me.” Rafe pulled his cock out of her mouth.

It was slick and straining upwards, unsatisfied for the time being.

Laura knew all about being unsatisfied. Her pussy was aching.

She needed them.

“How many fingers did you get in?” Rafe asked, stroking her hair.

Laura groaned as her ass stretched again.

“Three now. That’s enough,” Cam replied, his voice shaking just as bit. He fucked his fingers in and out of her hole, making her shake.

“She can handle a cock.”

“I want to see.” Rafe walked behind her, his hand gently pressing her forward until her cheek was on the floor and her ass was high in the air. It gave Cam traction to sink in deeper. She felt invaded, overwhelmed. God, how was she ever going to take his cock?

“Isn’t it pretty?” Cam used his free hand to pull a cheek aside. She could imagine that he was showing off her asshole to his partner.

“She’s lovely. You’re right. I want to fuck her ass, too.” Rafe’s voice had gone to that guttural place that told her a fucking wasn’t far behind. God, she needed it. She needed them so badly.

She shivered as Cam pulled his fingers out of her anus. She could feel her ass clenching as though it hadn’t wanted to give up Cam’s flesh.

Rafe knelt behind her, pulling her up on her knees. His hands seemed voracious and greedy as he cupped her breasts. “He’s going to clean up, but then we’re going to play for a little while longer.

That sounded a bit uncomfortable. She was ready to go. She couldn’t imagine being more ready. Her skin was super sensitive, and there was an emptiness inside her that needed to be filled. It was time to take charge. “Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom. I want you both.” Rafe’s fingers pinched at her nipples. His teeth bit gently at her neck. “That’s not the way this evening is going to go. I told you. This night is about me and Cam taking charge. We’re going to do it far more often from now on.”

She wanted to argue. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but he was rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. It sent a lightning strike of longing straight to her pussy. “Rafe, you can’t tell me what to do.”

He licked along her neck all the way to her sensitive earlobe. He rimmed it with his tongue. “Consider it persuasion, bella. You’re not alone. You can’t make decisions without us. You can’t choose the course of your life without talking to us. You will never be allowed to walk away again.”

She drew her arms back, her hands cupping the strong muscles that ran over his lean hips. “I don’t want to.” She never wanted to be away from them again. “I won’t walk out again. I promise.”

“Because there would be punishment,” Rafe warned.

Suddenly punishment didn’t seem like such a bad thing. Maybe she wouldn’t mind a weekend in Stef’s guesthouse. But there were things she needed right now. “Please, Rafe.” His tongue played around the nape of her neck. She could feel his cock prodding her ass. “Please what, bella?” He wanted to hear it, she surmised. He wasn’t going to let her off easy. “Please fuck me.”

His chuckle sent a warm sensation across her skin. “We will get to that. I promise.”

Cam knelt in front of her. “Oh, baby, are you already begging for it?”

Now she could feel two hard cocks poking at her, seeking entry.

Cam was the weak link. She reached down and cupped him, feeling him swell in her hand. “Please, Cam. I need it. I need you so badly.” He kissed her while Rafe let his hands roam all over her body.

Cam was breaking. His cock was pulsing in her hand. Any minute he would throw her down and give her what she needed.

“Just a little longer, baby.” Cam pulled away and stood back up.

“Damn it, Cam.” Laura tried to stand up.

“No.” Rafe’s arms caged her. “I told you, this is our night. We’ve waited five years. You said yes.”

She had to laugh a little. She’d given an inch, and now she walking the mile. “I said yes to loving you, to being with you, not to letting you kill me with sexual tension.” Rafe’s hand moved lower. Oh, so close to where she wanted it to be. “You’ll live. We won’t let you die.” Cam’s fingers toyed with her nipples now. “We’ve sworn to protect you.”

But not to keep her sane, it seemed. She was dying. They were lighting up every nerve she had in her body. “Please.” Rafe sighed behind her. “We can move forward since she’s asked nicely. Cam, take her.”

Cam’s arms wrapped around her waist, and she was lifted into the air. “Cam, you have to stop doing that.”

“I don’t see why,” Cam replied with a chuckle as he sat down on her couch and settled her on his lap. Her back rested against his chest.

His cock jutted up, so close to her pussy it had to be getting wet. “It’s the easiest way to get you where we want you. We decided that when you’re not playing ball, we’ll just pick you up and move you into position.”

She quickly found out which position he meant. His feet moved to the inside of her ankles and forced her legs to spread wide. His arms wrapped around her, a warm cage. She was utterly exposed, her pussy on full display.

Rafe looked down at her. “That’s what I wanted. Look at you.

Look at that pussy.”

“What are you doing?” Laura asked. This was not how she’d seen this evening going. She swallowed. Her heart thumped in her chest, and all of the blood in her body seemed to go to one very wet place.

“Relax, baby,” Cam whispered. “We want to play with you.” She moved restlessly as she watched Rafe. He got to his knees and ran his hands along her thighs, making every inch of skin he touched come alive.

“It was pointed out to us tonight that we have neglected you terribly,” Rafe said. “We’ve been selfish. We’ve taken turns when we should have given you everything.”

She wanted everything. “But you’re not going to do that anymore?”

“No, we’re going to overwhelm you. We’re going to make you scream.” Cam punctuated his statement by turning his hips up and impaling her on his cock.

Laura gasped. He was so big in this position. She was caught on his cock, utterly helpless to do anything but take him deep inside her cunt. He fought because the angle was odd, but that long dick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He slid deep inside her with a satisfying grunt.

“Better?” Rafe asked. What was he doing? Cam was in her pussy.

Rafe couldn’t take her ass. Her ass was pressed against Cam’s pelvis.

“Better for me. Fuck she’s tight from this position.” Cam’s hands steadied her hips.

Rafe got in between her legs. “It was pointed out to us that we’ve missed many opportunities because we’ve been a bit too…what was the word the perverted artist used?”

“Vanilla.” Cam rotated his hips, his cock massaging a spot deep inside her that got her moaning.

“Yes, we’ve been vanilla. We’ve decided to give that up. We’ve been a bit afraid of not proving entirely masculine.” Cam laughed behind her. “We’ve been afraid our cocks might bump and we’ll feel weird.”

“That’s stupid,” Laura said, her breath catching as Rafe put his fingers on her pussy.

Rafe winked at her. “Yes, we were told how stupid it is. And we were also given several suggestions on how to avoid the disaster of this morning.”

Even through the righteous sexual tension, she had to laugh. She remembered what had happened. “I thought you looked sweet together, all cuddled up.”

“Hey, I thought he was you,” Cam complained. “And if you do what Zane told you to do, you should know I’ll have my revenge.” Rafe was toying with her clit. Oh, god, she was so stinking close.

When were they going to stop this slow, delicious torture? “If I know Zane, it involved punching someone.”

Rafe lowered his head, proving just how dedicated he was to giving up his addiction to vanilla. “He called it aversion therapy. Nate called it assault. I think we can work out our problems without violence.”

Cam’s cock was rubbing in a rhythmic cycle. Just a little in and out. In and out. “You’re not allowed to leave our bed. That way we always cuddle you.”

“And if our cocks touch, we just move away. No harm. No foul.

But you should know our attentions will always be on you, our bella.” Rafe leaned over and licked her clit.

“Oh my god,” Laura cried out.

Cam pulled her back, fucking deeper into her and forcing her clit to stand out for Rafe’s use. His tongue caught on the nub and worked her hard. Cam pressed her down on his cock, filling her and hitting her G-spot as her clit exploded. Pleasure rushed through her like a tidal wave. They didn’t stop just because she’d come. Rafe continued to lick her, and Cam maneuvered her on his dick, finding new spots that sent her gasping.

Finally they drew away. Rafe pulled her up and off Cam’s cock.

She looked back at him and could see his dick glistening with her cream, but still hard as a rock.

“You didn’t come?” she asked. Cam’s face was set in a harsh, unsatisfied line.

He shook his head. “Not yet. Not until I get in that ass. I’m not coming until I fill your ass, baby.”

It wasn’t done yet. She felt languid as Rafe carried her toward the bedroom. He rushed as though he couldn’t possibly wait a moment longer.

“Ride me,” he demanded as he set her on her feet and got on his back.

He was the perfect picture of glorious decadence. His long, lean body was laid out for her, his cock stood up as though seeking what it was missing. Pre-cum wept from his slit, and Laura couldn’t help but reach down and swipe it off. She loved his taste, woodsy and salty and so masculine she could die.

“Don’t you tease me,” Rafe ordered, pulling her onto the bed.

“You ride me.”

She straddled him and had just gotten her balance when he thrust up, his cock invading her pussy. He forced her hips down, impaling her on him.

“That’s what I want,” he groaned as he pulled her down. “Now give Cam room to work.”

She felt Cam’s hands worshipping the curves of her ass while Rafe kissed her into submission. Cam’s fingers glided from the small of her back, over her cheeks, and down the crack to rim her asshole.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” Cam asked.

Years, she knew. He’d had a very healthy preoccupation with her ass from the first day they’d met. She’d noticed how he looked at her.

She’d seen him watch her walk away through the reflective glass of an elevator and thought he just liked the way she looked. Even then he’d probably been thinking about how nice she would look with his dick up her ass. Her Cam was a dirty boy.

“Fuck, Cam, hurry up. I want a turn.” Rafe wasn’t far behind. Now that they’d left their vanilla-ness behind, it looked like she was in for some rough rides. Damn, but she was looking forward to that.

More lube. He spread it all over her anus, working it deep inside.

Before she could process that sensation, she felt the broad head of his cock poking at her, requesting entrance.

“Push out against me, baby. It only hurts for a minute.” It wasn’t hurting exactly, but it also wasn’t comfortable. There was an oddly erotic pressure building. Rafe soothed her by stroking her hair and kissing her, his tongue whirling around hers. Cam gripped her hips. Four hands caressed her. Two bodies enclosed her.

All the years without them fell away.

“Does it hurt, bella?” Rafe’s concern showed on his face. He pushed her hair out of her face. “Cam, stop. She’s crying.”

“Don’t you stop, Cameron Briggs,” she ordered. She wasn’t about to lose him now. “I’m not hurt. I’m full.” She was. She was full of them, full of love. For the first time in years, she was full of life. Even when she’d thought she’d moved past what happened to her, she’d been living a half life. She could never settle for a safe life when what they offered her was so much more.

Dangerous, yes. Anything could happen. The world was filled with bad shit that could flare up in an instant. A physically stronger person could hurt her again, but what she couldn’t lose was this moment. Not ever. She wouldn’t ever let anyone close her heart off again. That had been her mistake.

“I’m so full, Cam. I need you.”

“I love you, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. He pressed in, and she felt his cock sink deep.

“Bella, I love you so much.” Rafe pushed his hips up. “Oh, I can feel him.”

“We’re together,” she said, smiling through those cleansing tears.

Finally together.

Laura had thought she couldn’t come again, but it built quickly.

Cam dragged his cock in and out of her ass, hitting nerves she never knew she had. Knowing that their cocks dragged against each other, working in tandem to push her to a peak, did something for her. She came in a giant rush of pleasure and emotion.

Rafe held her tight as he shouted out when he filled her. His cock felt like it grew impossibly large as he spilled his cum inside her. Cam came a second later, grinding into her as though he had to get out every ounce of cum in his body. She felt hot jets filling her pussy and her ass. She was covered in them.

She fell forward, and Cam came down on top. They shifted to the side, plastered together.

“I love you both.” This was her future. These two amazing men.

And then Cam looked over her at Rafe. She waited for the emotion to pass between the men, but no. Cam gave his partner a thumbs-up.

Laura let her head fall back as she laughed.

Yeah. She’d missed that, too.