It's a Sweet Life

Chapter Seventeen

The three of them went to Many Blessings for the private New Year’s Eve party Mandaline and Sachi were throwing for their closest friends. Fortunately, the cold front had moved on, allowing Libbie some respite from the pain she’d suffered through Christmas week.

Libbie knew some of the people there, and others she’d never met before. Of particular interest to her was watching Mandaline and her men, Ellis and Bradley. The three of them all wore matching wedding bands, although Libbie knew they weren’t legally married.

Ken, who hadn’t spent as much time around Mandaline as even Charles had, leaned in and spoke softly in Libbie’s ear. “Are those the guys you were telling us about?”

“Yes.”

It was still early in the evening when Mandaline made her way over to them with a tray of canapés an hour before dinner was scheduled.

Charles was the one to ask. “I noticed all three of you wear rings?”

Mandaline smiled. “We had a handfasting ceremony,” she said.

We’re not married-married, but we’ve all got powers of attorney and that stuff. Since we didn’t get a marriage license, we technically didn’t break any laws.” She winked. “By the way, I am a Notary, and I do perform marriages and handfastings, if you ever get to that point.”

“Mandaline!” Libbie gasped, her face growing hot and red.

Her friend handed the tray off to Charles before hugging her.

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hard. It happened one time. So keep wishing and dreaming.”

She took the tray back from Charles and kissed both men on the cheeks. “Regardless, you three have my blessings.”

Ken watched her make a circuit of the cozily crowded storefront.

At least twenty-five people were gathered for the evening. “She freaks me out sometimes. In a good way, but still.” He sipped his glass of spiked cider.

“You still not a believer?” Libbie teased.

Charles chimed in. “I’m not. But I won’t deny she’s good at reading people. I’m glad she uses her superpowers for good and not evil.”

Libbie had fun, glad she could enjoy the holiday in a way she hadn’t been able to enjoy Christmas. Someone, whether her men or Grover she didn’t know, had ratted her out to Dr. Smith. He showed up bright and early the day after Christmas for his cruller order and to ask when she was going to let him prescribe her something stronger for her pain.

She still hadn’t made the appointment.

After dinner, and as the clock drew closer to midnight, Libbie snuggled on one of the comfy sofas in the Many Blessings storefront with Charles and Ken, their hands in hers. At midnight, everyone cheered and the men leaned in and kissed her.

“Happy New Year,” she told them. “And may we have many more together.”

Both men smiled. “To many more,” Ken and Charles echoed.

Back at home, they slowly undressed her in the bedroom, kissing every inch of her flesh as they bared it. She loved the tender, nurturing, sensual sides to them every bit as much as she did their horny, rough, down-and-dirty sides.

Tonight, Charles took the lead, rolling her onto her side with her cradled against him as he carefully entered her. He took his time, slowly making love to her while Ken lay behind her and brushed kisses across the nape of her neck that made her shiver with pleasure.

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Then Ken draped an arm over her waist until his hand nestled between her legs. With Charles’ cock slowly stroking inside her, and Ken’s fingers stroking her clit, she quickly came like that.

Charles swallowed her soft cries with his mouth, his hips moving faster until his release joined hers.

Could I be any more in love with them?

But she stopped herself short of saying it out loud. She couldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

She didn’t need to hear them say they loved her, because their every action spoke of it. But she wouldn’t say it to them until she knew how they felt. If she never said it, on the off chance they broke her heart, she’d feel like less of a gullible asshole.

And maybe she’d be able to talk herself out of admitting she loved them.

But if she said it, that made it real.

When she caught her breath, the men carefully turned her over.

Ken kissed her as he made love to her, this time Charles the one to strum her clit while Ken’s shaft slowly fucked her pussy.

He didn’t take as long to climax as Charles had, but Charles still managed to make her come with him.

As she lay there in their arms, drifting to sleep between them, she heard them whisper, “Happy New Year, baby,” one in each ear.

“Happy New Year.”

January saw several brutal cold fronts blast through Brooksville, severe by local standards. The weather forecasters said it was the coldest January on record in over seventy-five years.

Allan, who spent more time in the bakery than Ben, found himself forcing Libbie to slow down and not overtax herself. He made her spend a lot of time taking it easy, soaking in the hot tub, and being cared for by her men when she could barely get out of bed on her 176 Tymber Dalton

worst days.

Then it eased up a little in the beginning of February, allowing Libbie a chance to recover some energy and emerge from her cocoon of pain to the point she almost felt normal by the Monday of Valentine’s Day. Allan looked forward to getting Libbie all to himself for part of the day. Ben had to go on one of his Monday errands, but he promised to be back by four so they could spend the evening celebrating together.

The Monday errands were good cover excuses for the scheduled conference calls they had to make regarding the trial. Ben would be driving south to St. Pete for today’s calls.

Allan still thought Ben was being overly cautious, but since they’d so far successfully remained hidden, he wouldn’t fight him on it.

They both gave her beautiful Valentine’s Day cards, which made her cry the good kind of tears.

After they opened her cards to them, Ben spoke up. “Listen, there’s a part two to all of this, but it’s going to wait until tonight, after I get back. Okay?”

“Okay.” She glanced at Allan. “I suspect he’ll take good care of me.”

“I know he will,” Ben said, “or I’ll kick his ass.”

After a round of good-bye kisses, Libbie wrapped her arms around Allan. “I want to go up to Webster.”

“To what?”

“Webster. It’s a flea market. It’s really famous. It’s only open on Mondays. It’s a farmer’s market and livestock market, too.”

“I’m sooo not buying you a pony.”

She laughed. “You’re silly.”

“Why is it only open on Mondays?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t you have farmer’s markets in Nebraska?”

Allan caught himself before asking what she was talking about.

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several weeks. “Yeah, but flea markets and stuff are usually weekend events.”

“Can we go? Please?”

“Of course we can. I’m not letting you drive all that way alone.”

“It’s not that far. It’s just one exit up from 50.”

“Oh. Well, still, I’ll drive you.” He kissed her. “And I’ll be your gallant pack animal.”

She draped her arms around his neck. “Well, Mr. Gallant, we need to get moving. They opened over two hours ago.”

They had flea markets in Miami, but nothing the likes of what he saw when they made their way to the Webster flea market.

Admittedly, his experience was more urban than rural, but he felt like a Miami native transplanted to Nebraska instead of just a few hundred miles north in his own home state.

He dutifully followed Libbie around the flea market, constantly observing her to make sure she wasn’t getting too cold in the chilly breeze, or overexerting herself. He wouldn’t let her carry any of her purchases, which included a few books, some fresh produce, and a glass, antique fishing net buoy that caught her eye for some reason.

It was after he’d sensed she was starting to wear down that he gently suggested they call it a morning.

When she didn’t argue with him, he knew his instincts had been spot-on. “Okay. Back to the car. You feel like lunch?”

“Lunch I could definitely do.”

Libbie gave him directions, taking them back the long way south down Highway 471 so she could show off more of her home state, including parts of the Richloam Wildlife Management Area, to her Cornhusker. “So how are you liking Florida winters so far?”

He smiled. “They’re definitely not Nebraska winters. Thank god.”

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lines. It had become something of a running joke to them, to quote The Big Bang Theory several times throughout the course of their day.

She loved it.

They stopped at a small café not too far south of Webster for lunch.

“Ooh, they have Cuban sandwiches.” He closed his menu with a flourish. “I know what I’m having.”

“That sounds good. Make it two.”

“And I’m buying. No arguments,” he said when she’d opened her mouth to do just that.

She smiled. “All right.”

“We took your car and used your gas. It’s only fair I buy you lunch.”

“Hey, I’m still up to my ass in debt to you two for the hot tub.”

He caught her hand in his and feathered his fingers across her knuckles. “And you know damn well that was a gift, so knock it off or I’ll spank you.”

It was his arched eyebrow that set her off on a giggle fit. Charles had to order for her, because she was still giggling when the waitress stopped back to take their orders.

When the waitress left their orders a few minutes later, Charles stared at his sandwich in disgust.

“What’s wrong?” Libbie asked.

He pulled the pressed sandwich apart and picked up the top bun to show her. “It’s not a Cuban sandwich.”

She frowned. “Huh?” While she admitted the bread wasn’t technically Cuban bread, it contained the right ingredients—mustard, ham, roast pork, swiss cheese, and pickles. And it was hot and pressed.

He pointed at the bun. “You’re a baker. You of all people should know this isn’t real Cuban bread.”

She eyed him cautiously. “Oookay. Yeah, you’re right, it’s not.”

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because there wasn’t a great demand for it in their area. “But how would someone from Nebraska know that?”

She wasn’t sure, but thought a guilty look might have flashed across his face for a moment. “I…I went to visit a cousin of mine in Miami one year at Spring Break. He educated me on what a real Cuban sandwich is.” He reassembled the sandwich and picked it up, taking a bite. “I mean, it’s okay,” he managed around a mouthful of bread, “but it’s not a real one.”

Libbie had a suspicion there was more to it, but decided to let it drop. “Okay. It’s not a real Cuban sandwich.”

Allan mentally kicked himself. How could I be so damn stupid?

Few people outside of Florida, who’d never spent time in the South Florida or Tampa regions, knew a “real” Cuban sandwich from a regular sub sandwich.

When he’d seen Cuban sandwich on the menu, he’d jumped at it, having been denied one of his favorites ever since October, when they’d arrived in Brooksville. He’d been raised on the real thing and knew that arcane little nugget about Florida cuisine.

He longed to take Libbie to Miami and give her a tour of all the best eateries he knew, many looking like dives from the street, yet sparkling clean inside.

I don’t want to let her go. I can’t lose her.

The truth hammered him. No matter what happened with the trial, he couldn’t walk away from Libbie. There was no way.

That he’d built his relationship with her on a stack of lie upon lie ate at his conscience, no matter how valiant and noble the reasoning behind it.

Not for the first time, fear gripped him. Will she even want us back in her life when we eventually have to reveal the truth to her?

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she’d throw them out.

Libbie soon forgot the incident as she started playing tour guide.

By the time they returned to the apartment, Charles apparently had other things on his mind, too. He grabbed towels, her bathrobe, and waited by the apartment door. “Strip, baby.”

She felt her face heat, with passion instead of embarrassment.

“Yes, sir.”

He grinned. “Hey, don’t tempt me to get all spanky on your sweet ass. I’ll do it.”

She did a little striptease for him, leaving articles of clothing strewn across the apartment floor in her wake as she walked up to him. “Like this?”

His hard cock pressed against the front of his jeans. “Exactly like that.” He draped the robe over her. “Now let’s get your cute ass in that hot tub before my cock explodes and you have to lick a wet spot off the inside of my briefs.” He quickly stripped and helped her downstairs.

Normally, they didn’t make love in the hot tub in the daytime. But there was no one lurking around in the wooded area behind the building when they went out to the screened room. Charles quickly dropped the towel he’d held around his hips and helped her out of her robe and into the hot tub. Then he followed her in and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him.

His stiff cock pressed against her ass. She braced her palms on his chest. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

He waggled his eyebrows at her as his hands disappeared in the water. One hand pulled her ass cheeks apart as he pressed a finger against her rim. “I want you there, baby. I want that sweet, tight ass of yours fisting my cock.” His finger breached her rim, making her gasp with pleasure. Several times since their first night they’d taken her at It’s a Sweet Life 181

the same time like that, one of their large cocks buried in her pussy while the other fucked her ass.

He pushed it deeper inside her. “Play with your nipples, baby. Get yourself hot.”

Her face filled with heat but she complied, cupping her breasts with her palms and tweaking her nipples until they were hard peaks.

He leaned in and licked one, then the other. “You like it when we fuck your ass, don’t you, baby? Use you like you need to be used?”

She nodded, his rumbling tone making her cunt pulsate.

Surprising her with his swiftness, he shifted her off his lap and positioned her in front of one of the jets, which weren’t turned on yet.

“Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes and wiggled her ass at him.

She heard the sound of him ripping the pouch open and rolling the condom on. Then he stepped behind her and raised her ass out of the water so he could lube her.

“I also got you a present,” he said when he’d finished lubing her dark hole.

“What?”

She felt something large, even larger than their cocks, press between her pussy lips. When she tried to turn to see what it was, he stopped her with a hand between her shoulder blades holding her in place. “Oh, no you don’t. You stay right there.” The dildo was large, enough so he had to go slow and carefully work it inside her. She whimpered and tried to fuck herself back on it, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Only when it was buried all the way inside her pussy and pressing on her G-spot did he move the hand from her back. He hit the switch on the jets. The water immediately began hitting her clit.

She had to bite back the loud cry struggling to let loose.

Then he lined his cock up with her well-lubed ass and pressed in, giving her enough time to get used to it before he slid all the way in.

With his legs rubbing the backs of her thighs and his body holding the dildo inside her pussy, he moved her closer to the water jet.

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She was nearly close to coming when one of his hands reached around her and did something. Inside her, the dildo sprang to life, vibrating and tossing her over the edge as if she’d jumped off a cliff.

“It’s waterproof,” he growled in her ear. Then he grabbed her hips and started fucking her ass hard, viciously. She had to hold on to the edge of the tub and dug her fingers in hard as she tried not to scream.

Even the Hitachi didn’t do this to her. Whatever deliciously evil thing it was, it felt like there was no escaping the pleasure for even the briefest of respites like she could when it was just the jet of water striking her clit.

He fucked her hard and fast, keeping her pressed against the water jet with his fingers digging into her hips. “Come for me, my sweet little slut,” he rumbled. “You know you want to come with me fucking your ass and that huge toy fucking your pussy.”

Libbie’s back arched as another orgasm shattered coherent thought. The pleasant, burning pinch of her pussy and ass being stretched only made the release feel that much better.

“There’s my good girl.” He took several more hard and deep strokes before his cock exploded inside her. Panting for breath and without withdrawing, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped onto his back with her resting against his chest. He reached down and turned the vibrator off, but didn’t withdraw it.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered. He nibbled the back of her neck.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh!”

“I could feel that thing vibrating inside you right through to my balls. I never thought I’d be able to hold on as long as I did. Holy crap.”

She giggled. “Is that my Valentine’s Day present?”

He nipped her earlobe. “One of them.”

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Charles wouldn’t let her stay dressed once they were back upstairs. He turned up the thermostat and made her stay naked. When Ken returned home later, they cooked her a nice dinner before ordering her to bed.

“I heard there might be more Valentine’s Day presents in my future,” she teased as she looked up at Ken.

He grinned, but directed his question to Charles. “You already got her, huh?”

Charles laughed as he crawled into bed. “Yep. Thought she was going to crawl out of her skin she came so hard.”

“Did you save some energy for me?” he asked her.

“Uh-huh. I think so.”

He laughed. “I hope so.”

He wouldn’t let her see what his surprise was. Charles kept a hand over her eyes while Ken tucked a towel under her ass. She felt Ken press something against her pussy, and as it slid home, she moaned when she recognized the feel of the vibrator Charles had used on her earlier.

It was impossible not to wiggle her hips and whine when they wouldn’t turn it on. “Not yet,” Ken admonished. “I’m not done with you yet.” He made her pull her legs up and hold them, wide open, knees up to her chest. She felt his fingers probe her ass and the sensation of cool lube being slicked around and in her rim.

Already her pussy clenched around the big toy inside her in anticipation.

It was when he started pressing something against her rim that she froze. It wasn’t his cock.

“What is that?”

“Just relax and breathe, baby.” He slowly fucked her with it, pressing a little more of its length inside her with each stroke. It felt like it took hours until the widest part of it had finally stretched her to a nearly painful width before her body sucked it in, her ass clamping down on the narrow base that broadened to a flange and kept it from 184 Tymber Dalton

disappearing inside her.

“What is that?” she whined.

Only then did Charles remove his hand from her eyes, but he sat up behind her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head.

Ken held up the package. The dildo looked a lot like a regular one, except for the large flare near the bottom, like a butt plug.

“It…vibrates?” She blinked as she looked at the words written on the package.

Uh oh. I’m in trouble.

Ken waggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh, yes, it certainly does.” He grabbed her ankles and stretched her legs out in front of her, ankles together. The vibrators in her ass and pussy felt huge, almost uncomfortably so.

There was a sexy, evil gleam in Ken’s eye. He stretched out so her ankles were pinned under the length of his body. Then he wiggled a hand between her legs and found the switches for the two vibrators and turned them on.

It was a good thing the men were holding her down, or she might have come off the bed. The first orgasm hit her almost immediately, but when Ken held up the Hitachi, she tried begging for mercy.

“Please, wait…”

“Just say no, baby, and we’ll stop.”

She gasped as another orgasm hit her.

“Say no, baby,” Charles said. “That’s all you have to do.”

“I…I…” She pleaded with Ken with her eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

He grinned and hit the switch, turned the vibrator on low, and pressed it between her legs.

She cried out as the overwhelming supernova hit her. Thrashing against the men proved useless and only seemed to turn them on more.

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we’re going to fuck your brains out.”

Her eyes rolled up, trying to see him, but then they clamped closed as another wave took her breath away. It wouldn’t stop, felt like she couldn’t control her muscles.

Eventually, Ken pulled the Hitachi away and gave her a moment to catch her breath, but he wouldn’t turn off the two vibrators inside her. They made her body tremble as she never totally stopped orgasming. Little flutters constantly shimmied through her in endless waves.

Charles smirked. “You have one of three choices, baby.”

She tried to focus on him and finally succeeded in nodding.

“Ten more minutes of the Hitachi, but on high this time, or you have to keep both vibrators in all night and sleep with them running.”

Ken grinned. “Decide fast, or we’ll decide for you.”

“Hitachi,” she gasped.

Both men laughed. “I noticed she didn’t ask for the third choice,”

Charles said.

She looked up at him. He kissed her on the lips. “You could have simply said no.”

She tried to respond, but then Ken turned on the Hitachi and held it against her clit.

Libbie, caught between a laugh at the thought that she’d never say no and a cry of pleasure, struggled to catch her breath. Instead, from nowhere, tears started.

Ken immediately pulled the vibrator away. “Are you okay?”

She nodded through her tears.

Charles asked, “Do you want him to stop?”

She vigorously shook her head.

Both men laughed and the Hitachi returned to her clit.

Libbie felt like her soul had cut free of her body. She could hear the men talking to her, praising her in their deliciously dirty, sexy way, but she couldn’t have stopped them at that point if she’d wanted to. Her entire existence seemed centered on her clit, from which hot 186 Tymber Dalton

lava swirled through her body. It felt like an infinite forever before she gasped when the Hitachi shut off and the men released her.

Then the other two vibrators were shut off and removed from her.

She couldn’t have moved if she tried.

Charles stretched out beside her and with Ken’s help, had her straddle his cock. When he was deeply seated inside her, he pulled her down onto his chest and kissed her.

She closed her eyes and softly moaned as Ken knelt behind her.

His lubed cock easily slid into her stretched ass, which greedily sucked his cock deep into her body.

“Should we make her come one more time?” Ken playfully asked.

Charles brushed the hair away from her forehead. “No, I think we’ve worn our poor girl out.”

She softly moaned against his chest, enjoying the feel of them inside her even knowing she couldn’t come again. They took their time, making love to her, the gentle, sweet side to her sinfully sexy sadists.

They both came, falling still for a moment. Ken brushed his lips down her spine while Charles kissed her again. “You okay?” Charles whispered.

She nodded. She started drifting to sleep before Ken had even withdrawn from her ass. She barely noticed when he did, asleep before they even got her rolled onto her back.

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