Stoneface

Chapter Eight

Jack watched as Tim stormed through the kitchen, grabbed his arm, pulled him into their bedroom, and quietly shut the door behind them.

Then Tim turned on him with an angry look he’d never seen before on his lover’s face. “Now, dammit, you listen to me and you listen good. You behave yourself. She’s my friend, and I really like her, and she needs our help. I don’t care if you two got off on the wrong foot, she’s really worried about her sister, and she’s got a lot of shit going on in her life right now. What is wrong with you? This is rude even for you!”

Of all the possible ways Jack had thought of broaching this conversation, this never made the list. He sank to the bed. “She looks just like Mel,” he softly admitted.

“What? Who…” Comprehension dawned. “Oh,” he softly said. “Oh, Jack.” Tim sat next to him. When he slung his arm around Jack’s shoulders, Jack let him pull him close. “I’m sorry, baby.”

It spilled out in a rush, even though he hadn’t meant to let go. “Pete killed her. The son of a bitch was drinking, and he drove and he killed her. So I lost both of them.” He finally met Tim’s sweet gaze. “We were poly, a triad. It was me and Pete, and then we met her and we fell in love with her. No one knew that, we couldn’t tell anyone. We said she was my girlfriend because of my parents. Pete’s family was all back East. Can you see my parents accepting something like that when they barely tolerate me being gay?” He wiped at his eyes. “So they’re both dead to me. Mel’s in her grave, and he’s in a cell. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole thing before. It’s not something I like to think about, much less talk about.”

Jack pulled his wallet out and opened it. Inside, tucked behind a picture of him and Tim, he kept a picture of her. “See?”

Tim nodded. “Yeah. They could be twins.” He returned the picture. “Is that the real reason why you got into it with her this morning?”

“Her sister’s not missing.”

“Come on. Rapid City isn’t LA or New York. You can bend rules in some cases, and you know it. You’ve told me it happens all the time with you guys, as long as you don’t bend them too far. You’re just doing someone a favor, like you would check on someone’s coworker who didn’t show up when they’re Mr. Reliable. Don’t blow her off and be rude to her because you’re afraid of getting your heart broken.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Tim grabbed his chin and made him look at him. “You can’t go back in time. She’s not Melodie. But she’s a sweetheart, and believe me, I think she’d jump at a chance to have some fun with us.”

“What?”

Tim smiled. “Look at the stuff she writes. I’ve been flirting with her, and I’m pretty sure she’d be interested if we told her we were, too.”

“Then what? She leaves and we never see her again? She’s here to find her sister, not fuck around.”

Tim told him about kissing her. “We all have some fun. Friends with benefits. Right? If you want to.”

The problem was, Jack did want to, especially when he thought about her books. The important question though, did he want to because of her, or because she looked like Mel?

Tim didn’t force him to give an answer one way or another. “Go talk to her,” he said. “Apologize for getting into it with her. Then we’re going to grab a shower and take her out to Bartlett’s for steaks. I want to show her a good time regardless of whether she makes it into our bed or not. She’s still my friend, nothing about that will ever change.”

Jack knew it meant a lot to Tim. If for that reason alone, he’d make up with her.

Even if it ripped his heart out in the process.

Leaving Tim in the bedroom, he went and knocked on the guest room door.

“Come in.”

When he opened the door, he found her sitting on the bed. She frowned when she saw him. Probably expected Tim.

He walked in. “Okay, look, I’m sorry. We didn’t exactly hit it off well this morning.” He walked over to the bed and extended his hand. “Jack Kelly.”

She hesitated before finally accepting his grip and shaking. “Gwen Oxford.”

“I know. We love your books. I’m sorry I didn’t put that together before. Tim’s obsessed with you.” He thought about how that sounded. “In a good way, a nonviolent, non-creepy-stalker kind of way.”

That finally brought a ghost of a smile to her face. “I really like Tim. He’s a sweetheart. You’re a lucky guy.”

He nodded. “I know, believe me.” He sat next to her on the bed. Then her phone went off, startling him with the screeching shower murder theme from Psycho.

“Goddammit!” she swore before she answered. “What?” she barked into the phone. Gwen listened for a moment, her mood obviously darkening with every word the caller spoke. “No. Absolutely not. You listen to me, and you listen good. You are the one who fucked up. You are the one who wanted the prenup. You are the one who violated your marriage vows and the prenup. You fucked yourself when you fucked everything on two legs, Richard. So go. Screw. Yourself.” She hung up and let out a frustrated scream, then seemed to remember Jack sitting next to her. “Sorry. My ex-husband. I wish he’d lose my phone number.”

She looked so cute, with her brow scrunched up in aggravation. “What’s he want, if you don’t mind me asking?” Jack asked.

“He wants out of his obligations. He’s realizing two grand in alimony every month is cutting into his lifestyle. His own damn fault. He cheated on me.” She tossed the phone onto the bed. “I don’t need this shit right now.” She looked close to tears. “Not on top of Amy being missing.”

“I can’t promise you I can do much to find her. Technically, she’s not missing. I will unofficially make at least one phone call before I go chasing my next donut.”

That won him a full-on smile. His heart pinched tight in his chest. Like that, she looked just like Mel.

She threw her arms around him. “Thank you! I’m sorry I got snotty. I’ve got a temper and I’m worried about her, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I know you guys can only do so much.”

He returned her hug. Christ, she felt damn good in his arms. “It’s okay.” He sat back and tried not to think about making love to her right then and there. She wasn’t his Mel. She was barely an acquaintance, even though Tim knew her. “Dinner’s on us. You’ve got time to grab a shower, if you want. Hope you love steak.”

“Just wave mine over an open flame a few times and hold the salad.”

“Ah, a girl after my own heart then. Living room, thirty minutes. You ride with us, we’ll stuff you so full you won’t know what to do.” He stood to leave.

She giggled. “You talking dinner still, or something else?”

Ah, fuck it. Life’s short. He arched an eyebrow at her. “Feel free to interpret it any way you wish, m’lady. We’re at your beck and call.” He swore he heard her gasp as he gently shut the door behind him.

He walked down the hallway toward their bedroom, a smirk on his face. Maybe this was what he needed to get his mind out of the past.

Tim’s unmistakable look of hope made Jack’s smirk broaden to a full-on smile. It felt good to smile. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in the hamper. “Chill. We made up.”

“Kissed and made up?” He grinned.

“Not quite.” He pulled Tim to him and kissed him, deeply, demanding. “You want me to do this, we do it my way. Got it?”

Tim nodded, his eyes dark with passion under heavy lids. Jack knew the fastest way to melt Tim’s spine was to get dominant and take total control. “Yeah.”

Jack kissed him again, backing him into their bathroom. “Why aren’t you naked yet?” Jack asked.

Tim started ripping off his clothes, not even bothering to unbutton his shirt all the way as he yanked it over his head and dropped it to the floor before starting on his pants.

Jack smiled and slipped off his work slacks. He started the shower and tried not to laugh at the sight of Tim frantically getting naked.

“You’re so cute when you’re anxious,” Jack teased.

Finally naked, Tim wrapped his arms around him. “You mean it?” he whispered. “We can play around with her?”

“Okay, one, if she really wants to. Two, if it doesn’t feel weird and creepy. And three, we’ve got no condoms. You have to get your hands on some before we get home, preferably without her knowing about it in case she changes her mind. That way she won’t feel uncomfortable if she says no. And four, if either you or I realize we can’t go through with it, we’ll stop it, and the other will agree regardless, got it?”

Tim nodded, a silly grin plastered from ear to ear. He dropped to his knees and kissed Jack’s cock, which obligingly stiffened in response. “I’ve got it.” He sucked Jack’s cock into his mouth and swept his tongue around the head. “And I’ve got you, too.”

Jack patted the top of his head. “All right, you’ve teased me. Get your ass in the shower or I’ll shoot off right here, and there won’t be an issue about taking her to bed.”

Tim insisted Gwen sit in the front passenger seat while Jack drove. The sun was setting over the hills to the west as they wound through town and pulled into the parking lot of a moderately busy restaurant downtown, located in what appeared to be an old building.

Jack opened and held the front door for her. Inside the foyer, the men flanked her, Tim gently resting his arm around her waist as the hostess took care of a couple ahead of them. When it was their turn, the woman smiled at the two men.

“Jack, Tim! Haven’t seen you two in a while. How are you?”

She felt Tim practically bouncing next to her. “We’re great. This is our friend, Gwen Oxford. She’s a bestselling author!”

Gwen’s face grew red over Tim’s praise. Jack stepped in. “Tim, babe, you’re embarrassing her,” he playfully chided. “Tone it down a few decibels.”

The hostess smiled as she picked up three menus. “Any friend of theirs is always welcomed here. Follow me.”

Gwen took in the restaurant’s wonderful ambiance as she followed the hostess to their table, a comfortable booth in a dark corner. Above the table, a green-shaded brass lamp cast an intimate pool of light on the table. All over the rough brick walls, pictures displaying Rapid City and the Black Hills’ past provided more than a few minutes of distraction.

“Great place, huh?” Tim asked as he pushed his menu to the side.

Gwen noticed. “Yeah. Don’t need a menu, huh?”

“Nope. Always get the same thing. Prime rib, baked sweet potato, and salad. Jack there always has trouble making up his mind before he usually ends up ordering the same thing he always does.” Tim rolled his eyes.

Gwen laughed. “Don’t pick on him.” She wanted to like Jack, especially since he was so hunky and Tim’s boyfriend. She leaned in and patted Jack’s arm. “Does he always pick on you like this?”

Tim had been taking a sip of water. He nearly spit-taked it all over their table as he burst out laughing. “You defending big, bad Stoneface there? Ha! That’s a laugh. I’ve never seen him need defending, especially from me.”

“Yes,” Jack said, playing along, “he’s horrible about picking on me. He even wants to get me waxed.”

“Waxed? Where?” she asked.

“Everywhere.” He glared at Tim. “When I let him pluck my eyebrows, he tortures me.”

“You big baby,” Tim casually shot back. “Just because you like the caveman look doesn’t mean I do.”

Their playful banter soon had Gwen laughing. She sensed Jack loosening up as the evening went on. At one point, Tim disappeared to the bathroom for a few minutes, leaving her alone with Jack. The fact that she no longer felt nervous around him didn’t escape her notice.

He was handsome, despite his more serious demeanor when compared to Tim.

“I’m sorry about your mom,” she said during a lull in the conversation. “Tim told me a little about her.”

He nodded, the shadow of a frown crossing his face. “Thanks. There’s not a lot they can do for her, unfortunately.”

“How’s your dad managing?”

He shrugged. “He’s doing the best he can. Tim’s been a huge help. He’ll go over during the day sometimes when Dad needs to get away or run errands. Gives him some respite time.”

“No brothers or sisters to help out?”

He shook his head. “Nope, just me. And Tim,” he quickly added. Then he smiled. “They weren’t thrilled to find out I’m gay, but I’ll hand it to them, they’ve accepted it and Tim.”

“Yeah, Tim seems to be a keeper.” She let out a sigh. “You both do. Look, I’m really sorry about this morning. I shouldn’t have blown my top like that.”

He waved it off. “It’s okay, I understand. I know it’s stressful on you right now. But honestly? In my experience, things like this nearly always turn out all right.” He cleared his throat. “From what you’ve told me about your parents, she’s probably just looking for some time away from them.”

Gwen grudgingly agreed. “I know. It just sucks that Li and I have to be the ones to deal with her mess with them. If she wants to bug out, fine, but she should have to do the dirty work of standing up to Mom and Dad about it.”

He nodded as he sipped his iced tea. “I agree with you there.”

“I wonder where Tim is? He’s been gone a while.”

“Probably flirting with the waitresses,” he said, looking around.

Did he look a little nervous? They chatted a few more minutes. Tim finally returned, looking a little flushed and out of breath.

“Are you okay?” Gwen asked.

He smiled. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. Had to take a call from the other store about an issue. No biggie.” He dug into the remnants of his prime rib. Gwen’s rib eye steak had been cooked to tender perfection, while Jack had chowed down on a tenderloin, apparently a departure from the sirloin he usually ordered.

Their conversation settled into an easy rhythm and tone. Tim talked her into sharing a dessert with him while Jack settled for a coffee and watched them eat. By the time they finished and Tim picked up the check, Gwen wistfully wished the evening wouldn’t end.

Unless it ended with me in their bed.

She sighed, knowing that would never happen. Not with her luck.

Best steak she ever ate, no lie. She snuggled deeper into the passenger seat and watched Jack as he drove. Tim hadn’t exaggerated when he said they were polar opposites. Tim’s open joviality, sweet nature, and easy smile compared to…

Stoneface.

Jack’s intense nature lurked just below the surface, barely kept in check. Dark passion burned in his deep, brown eyes.

And that hot, hard body.

Yum.

It was enough to stoke the coals of a whole book’s worth of fantasies. No, scratch that. Not just one book, but a whole series of them.

Back at their house, Tim wouldn’t settle for her disappearing into her room for the evening. “No, babe, you need to see this view at night. It’s gorgeous.” He led her to the lower back porch, where a hot tub occupied most of the covered deck. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

He meant the valley beyond, even though her eyes were fixed on the crystal clear sky above, which was pinpointed by countless stars.

Jack didn’t say anything as he laid his keys on the kitchen counter, but he didn’t disappear into their bedroom, either. He followed them downstairs and out a sliding glass door to the deck.

She couldn’t remember ever seeing so many stars before. Even though she lived outside Columbus, there was still enough light pollution that it obscured the delicate scattered carpet of faint stars laid out in the sky before her.

“It’s gorgeous,” she agreed. She felt Tim step closer behind her, his body pressed against hers.

She didn’t mind.

Jack stepped to her right side and leaned against the railing. “I missed this when I lived in California. There’s lots of smog out there. A lot of times, you don’t get nice nighttime views like this.”

“Why did you move out there?” she asked.

She thought Jack’s expression darkened, but Tim chimed in. “So he could meet little ole me,” he joked.

That’s when Jack smiled, warm and genuine, and looked at her. “Not exactly, but no, I wouldn’t have met Tim if I hadn’t moved out there. So it was worth the time out there to find this guy.”

It wasn’t her imagination that Tim was wiggling a little against her backside. She wiggled back and heard him chuckle.

Heat rose in her face as her panties grew damp. What did she have to lose?

She wiggled again and felt him harden through his slacks.

“Why don’t you join us in the hot tub, Gwen?” Tim suggested. When he stepped back she had to suppress a wistful sigh. But when he reached for his pants and started to unbuckle, she swallowed hard. Within a moment he was naked and stepping into the hot tub.

Jack turned and smiled at her. “Why not?” His gaze never wavered from hers as he stripped and joined Tim in the hot tub.

She didn’t miss that both men were hard as they sank chest-deep in the water.

And very well hung.

Oh boy. Boy, oh boy.

The men didn’t speak. Jack looked amused while Tim looked hopeful.

Gwen kicked off her shoes, took a deep breath, and pulled her blouse off over her head. She let it fall to the floor where the men’s clothes lay.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She felt the blush deep in her face as she got naked. Her nipples immediately tightened and peaked in the cool air, and she hurried to join them in the pleasantly hot water. They sat on either side of her.

“How’s that?” Tim asked.

She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. What the hell am I doing?

Hopefully getting laid, the rational part of her brain said.

Jack leaned back and closed his eyes. He looked very comfortable. She had to admit the evening air, the beautiful view—and of course, the company—had her relaxed in no time.

Well, maybe relaxed wasn’t the right word. Tim reached over and gently massaged the back of her neck. It felt good, but it also sent pulses of heat straight to her already throbbing clit.

She remembered the feel of his lips on hers earlier that evening when he kissed her.

Who was she kidding? She wanted, just once, to live out the solar-surface-hot fantasies she got paid to write about. She’d never even had anal sex with one man in bed, much less been doubly penetrated by two hot hunks.

Hell, she’d never had boring old missionary sex with one hot hunk. Dickweed wasn’t ugly, but when she compared his mug to these two hot bodies, he went from a solid seven, on a scale of one to ten, straight down to a negative three hundred and eighty.

And that was being generous.

“So,” Tim said with a playful smile, “let’s continue our earlier discussion.”

“What?”

He leaned closer, his blue eyes boring into hers. “Where do you get your deliciously naughty ideas, baby cakes?”

She gulped. “Um, I just…do.”

His finger trailed around the side of her throat and up to her earlobe. “From that deliciously naughty imagination of yours?”

She nodded, maybe a tad too vigorously, but she was two seconds from becoming a wanton woman. “Uh-huh.”

Jack chuckled, a sexy, low, rumbling sound that further turned her insides into melted butter, but didn’t speak.

Tim edged in close, his lips mere inches from hers. “How about you let us help you do a little research?”

The thought she should politely refuse and laugh this off occurred to her…for all of a nanosecond.

Fuck it, I want to screw around.

She nodded.

Tim smiled and slowly leaned in, kissing her. It was every bit as passionate as the earlier kiss, but it was also slow, gentle, the opening act in what she suspected would be an all-night symphony of the most delicious sex she’d ever had in her life.

Research…yeah, that’s it.

She could tell herself that’s all it was and be able to look at herself in the mirror the next morning.

She finally told her brain to take a hike and returned his kiss, moaning softly as he wrapped his arms around her and she melted into his embrace.

Jack watched Tim and Gwen kissing. He could tell from the set of her body she was nervous, but watched her relaxing as his lover held her and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

His already hard cock twitched and throbbed beneath the water. When his mind started to drift back to years earlier, he forced it to remain in the here and now. He didn’t want to do that to himself. This wasn’t Mel, no matter how much like her Gwen looked.

But part of his heart that had always remained in pain felt a little better pretending she was.

He reached below the water and slowly stroked his cock, not enough to get him off but enough to make it throb even more as he watched Tim nibble his way along Gwen’s jawline, down her delicate throat, and raise her up out of the water enough he could suck her right nipple into his mouth.

She softly moaned with pleasure as she held onto Tim’s shoulders.

Unable to take it any longer, he moved through the water, around Tim, until he could suck her left nipple into his mouth. He flicked the stiff tip with his tongue, drawing more moans from her.

When her hand found his shoulder for support, her fingers holding on tight as they teased and tormented her, he reached up and covered her hand with his.

Hell, if she could use them for research, he could use her to relive a little of his past, right? No harm, no foul?

Not like she’ll be staying, or probably ever even come back.

He hoped he could convince himself of the lie, that he wouldn’t lose his heart to her. But as she softly moaned again he suspected that’s exactly what would happen.

What the hell am I doing?

One of Tim’s hands snuck between Jack’s legs and found his cock, his fingers stroking up and down, firing Jack’s need. He loved Tim, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to sink his cock deep inside Gwen’s pussy and fuck her until she screamed. He’d missed that, having two people in his bed.

He’d enjoy it the short time he could and deal with the fallout later.

Gwen couldn’t believe this was happening to her. First, when Tim’s mouth latched on to her breast, then Jack joined him, it ratcheted up her need to a supernova degree.

Well, at least I got this right in my books.

It felt better than good, each tug of their warm mouths sending surges of need straight to her cunt.

She didn’t want to think about what would happen when she had to go home, back to her lonely life.

Moving to Rapid City was looking like a reeeally good option at the moment.

She moaned again when they stopped sucking on her nipples. Tim laughed. “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’re not going to leave you hanging, believe me.” They shifted position, until she was lying back against Jack, his strong arms around her, his fingers gently tweaking her nipples. Tim moved between her legs as she floated on the surface of the hot tub, his hands on her hips and pulling her close.

When she felt him duck between her legs, she closed her eyes and threw her head back against Jack’s shoulder. Then Tim’s lips started tugging and playing with her clit, and she exploded, startling her so much she let out a cry. The orgasm washed through her, taking all strength from her body.

Jack’s lips closed on hers and she gladly let him explore her mouth with his tongue.

This. Is. Heaven.

If it wasn’t, she didn’t give a damn because it sure as hell felt like it.

Jack’s hands massaged her breasts, still playing with her nipples, rolling and tugging on them and keeping her orgasm rolling through her. By the time she finally came down from it, it felt like she’d run a marathon. All strength had left her body.

Tim sat up and grinned. “Good?”

Jack lifted his mouth from hers but she couldn’t find the breath to form words. She just nodded.

Tim’s fingers slipped inside her pussy, which even without the warm water of the hot tub was well lubricated from her juices. He slowly finger-fucked her, stroking her G-spot and stoking the fires inside her again.

This was waaay better than any of her books, and they hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“Let’s go inside to the bedroom,” Tim suggested, helping her stand. Her legs still felt shaky and weak. She wasn’t quite sure she could make the walk upstairs.

Jack grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, keeping an arm around her as they helped her up the stairs to their bedroom. Tim turned the stereo on and stepped behind her as Jack stood in front of her, kissing her again.

He was a damn good kisser.

She threw her arms around his neck and let the towel fall to the floor. She couldn’t believe that she was really going to bed these two hunks, and that just a few hours ago she was convinced Jack was a total asshole.

Tim ground his naked body against her, his hard cock rubbing against the seam of her ass. He nibbled on the back of her neck, melting her, making her whimper.

She felt Jack’s cock, also hard, rubbing against her belly. Another desire took over. She let go of his neck and sank to her knees in front of him, sucking his cock deep between her lips.

Holy crap! Jack closed his eyes and gasped as she went down on him, her hot, wet mouth completely encasing his cock. It’d been years since a woman went down on him.

No. I won’t think of Mel.

Unfortunately it was difficult not to think of her, because giving head had been one of her favorite things. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in the fantasy.

It certainly made his heart ache just a little less.

He cast reservation to the wind and let his past and the present merge, pinpointed on the delicious feel of his cock being expertly swallowed.

Gwen’s tongue skillfully stroked his shaft, flicking against the glans, taking him deep, sucking just right.

When Tim leaned in and kissed him, Jack nearly shot his load right then. Her hot, moist mouth perfectly caressed his cock, every bit as good as Tim, just in a different way.

I can’t wait to bury it in her pussy.

He couldn’t, either. He wanted to make her come while he was fucking her and feel her cunt massage his cock as her muscles contracted. He wanted to spend all night with his cock buried deep inside her pussy. Or inside her tight ass.

“Sweetie,” he gasped, “you’ve got to stop or I’ll blow. You’re too fucking good for me to hold back much longer.”

She sat back and looked up at him, her brown eyes shining with playful lust. “Glad to see I’m not rusty.”

He laughed. “Um, babe, you’re anything but rusty.”

Gwen didn’t want to stop. She wanted to suck Jack dry and keep going until she got him hard again. Then she wanted him to fuck her brains out. Ditto Tim.

She wanted to live out as many of her fantasies as she could in whatever short amount of time she had with these two hunks.

Dignity? What dignity. She wanted to get laid. And if she had two willing hunks ready and able to do it, she wasn’t about to turn them down.

She turned and found herself face-to-face with Tim’s cock. Before he could move out of reach, she engulfed him and enjoyed listening to his happy moan. She tasted the salty tang of pre-cum in his slit as she slowly ran her tongue around the head. With one hand, she slowly stroked his cock. With the other, she gently cupped and massaged his balls. His fingers plunged into her hair, stroking her head.

“Oh, yeah, baby. That’s so good.”

Something else she’d gotten right in her books—she did feel powerful. Having these two men desiring her was a shuttle-launch-worthy boost to her ego.

After a couple of minutes, Tim finally managed to coerce her into letting go of him and the men helped her to her feet and over to their bed. They all collapsed onto it, Jack behind her, Tim in front, their hot flesh pressed against hers.

In that moment, she didn’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious about her less than perfect body or time out of the dating and fucking scene. All she cared about was getting both of those cocks inside her.

She ended up on her back on the bed and Jack pushed her legs apart as he crawled between them. When his head dipped between her thighs, she let out a loud moan as his tongue swiped along her swollen clit.

“He’s good, isn’t he, baby?” Tim whispered in her ear before he nibbled on her earlobe.

“Uh-huh!” she gasped.

Tim captured her mouth with his, fucking her with his tongue while Jack did obscenely delicious things to her pussy down below. She felt him insert a couple of fingers into her cunt as his lips latched on to her clit, gently sucking on it.

She rolled down the cliff toward another shattering orgasm as he slowly finger-fucked her. Then, just as she was about to crash over the edge, he withdrew his fingers and started playing with her tight, virgin ass.

Gwen let out a loud cry as her climax hit. Tim swallowed the sound, moaning with her as he dry humped her thigh. When she finally lay trembling on their bed, Jack worked his way up her body and kissed her. She tasted her juices on his lips.

“Good, baby?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

He smiled. “I bet I know what you want now, don’t I?”

She nodded.

Tim jumped off the bed as Jack rolled her over onto her stomach. At first, she thought maybe she’d misinterpreted what he meant, because Jack started rubbing her shoulders and back, relaxing her.

Then he worked his way down to the seam of her ass and she felt his lips and tongue teasing along her crack. She spread her legs to allow him better access and loudly moaned into the pillow as his tongue teased her rim.

Oh, fuck yeah!

Okay, so something else she’d written about that she’d never tried in real life and got right.

She ground her hips back against him, wanting more, wanting him deeper. He chuckled as his hands clamped down onto her hips, holding her still. “I can’t do this if you keep wiggling away, baby.”

Baby. She wasn’t so stupid to think he was in love with her after some good head, but she wouldn’t deny it made her feel warm and tingly to hear him call her that.

It made her feel wanted.

She heard Tim return a moment later and felt Jack sit up. Then the snick of a plastic lid being opened and the feel of cool lube against her ass.

Tim stretched out in bed next to her and started kissing her as Jack’s fingers slowly started massaging her rim again. He gently pressed for entrance with one finger and spent several long, achingly slow minutes stretching her.

Her cunt throbbed, desperate to feel a cock inside her. Tim reached up and cupped one of her breasts, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She thought the sensation would drive her mad with need.

“Please,” she gasped. If they kept this up, she’d spend all night coming. And it’d been years since she’d had two orgasms in the space of twenty-four hours.

Both of them self-induced.

How sad am I?

She shoved that thought out of her brain and tried to relax as the men refused to rush.

“No, I like hearing you beg,” Jack teased. “The longing in your voice. That just really gets me revved up.”

Tim chuckled. “He’s not kidding. I can’t tell you how many times he’s made me beg.”

“Please!” She had no shame. That point had long passed and was miles away in her rearview mirror.

“Please what, baby?”

She wiggled her hips. “Please fuck me!”

He added more lube and a second finger to her tight ass, slowly fucking her with his hand. “Oh, I will fuck you, baby. All night long. So will Tim. You’re just dying to feel what it’s really like to have two cocks inside you at the same time, aren’t you?”

Her body trembled with need. “Yes!” she gasped.

Tim sat up and held up a condom wrapper. “I think I’d like to slide my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

She swallowed hard and eagerly nodded. He took his time sheathing his cock in the condom, frequently shooting her looks that told her he was enjoying torturing her with the wait every bit as much as Jack was.

He lay back and rolled her on top of him, Jack never relinquishing his hold on her ass. In fact, before Tim could enter her, Jack added a third finger, stretching her even more, making her gasp.

Jack stopped moving. She heard the concern in his voice. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Hell, yes! Please don’t stop?”

Both men laughed. “Don’t worry,” Tim said, grabbing her hips. “We won’t.” He positioned her above his cock and she moaned as she impaled herself on him.

“Oh, yes!” She wanted to start riding him, the delicious feeling of Jack’s fingers in her ass stoking her desire to furnace intensity. But the men wouldn’t let her, holding her still while Jack kept up his sweet torture.

“Not yet, baby,” Jack crooned. “When we’re ready.”

She wiggled and squirmed, but Tim wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to his chest, holding her still while he deeply kissed her. Finally, after what felt like forever, Jack withdrew his hand and disappeared for a moment. Then she heard him return and the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open.

After a long, agonizing moment, she felt him kneel behind her and even more lube drizzled down the seam of her ass. “Relax, baby. We’ll be here a while.”

At first, she wasn’t sure she could take him despite the careful preparation. But he did go slow, every little bit of forward motion filling her deeper, stretching her with an erotically charged ache she both loved and wasn’t sure she could take another second.

When he was finally seated deep in her ass, he pulled her up, her back pressed against his chest. Tim’s eager hands immediately went to her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples as Jack nibbled on her shoulder.

“How’s that feel?”

Better than great, even better than she thought it ever could. Never in her perviest dreams had she ever thought it could be that good. She nodded. “Great!”

He nipped her. “Better than you imagined?”

She tried to wiggle and move to rub her clit against Tim’s body, but Jack held her still in his firm embrace. “Yes!”

Tim laughed. “Oh, baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He dropped one hand to her swollen, throbbing clit and started rubbing.

Gwen’s orgasm immediately exploded, rolling through her body, intensified by the feeling of the two cocks buried deeply inside her. She gave all control over to Jack as he held her, whispering dirty things in her ear as Tim relentlessly kept her coming. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Jack lowered her on top of Tim and both men started moving. They fucked her slowly at first, getting their rhythm down, seesawing their cocks back and forth into her as she trembled with each wave of pleasure rolling through her.

Who needs a vibrator? she thought as another climax had her muscles squeezing both cocks and only intensifying the sensations within her.

“Jesus, that’s beautiful!” Tim gasped as his hands clamped down on her hips again. “Holy crap, I’ve never felt anything like this!”

Jack’s hands grasped her shoulders as he slowly thrust, withdrawing almost all the way before pushing deep within her. Tim’s cock hit her clit with each stroke, and she gave up trying to think as pure lust and passion assaulted her senses.

She lost track of time and the number of orgasms she had when Jack’s tight voice broke through her haze. “I can’t hold it, Tim. You’d better come.”

“Don’t wait on me,” he said. “I’m almost there.”

As one, the men began to piston their bodies into her, driving her into one more orgasm as she felt their cocks bottoming out inside her, filling her, owning her.

She felt them come, amazed at the throbbing heat filling her. Jack pulled out first, far too soon for her liking before she realized the logistics of the condom required it. Tim kissed her as he rolled her onto her side and slid out, but he stayed in bed next to her while Jack got up. A moment later as she was lost in Tim’s embrace, she felt Jack’s hand between them and realized he was trying to take care of the cleanup for his lover.

Tim laughed. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem.” Then Jack returned, stretching out behind her, one arm draped over her waist. His hand drifted down between her legs, not playing with her clit but lightly resting on top of her still-throbbing bud. Part of her wanted to drift to sleep just like this, cradled between two men and feeling sexy and desired and happy.

Part of her wanted to do that again. Right then.

“How was that?” Tim asked.

She stretched, feeling happy and sated. “Wonderful!”

“Good research?” He snickered.

“You do realize that’s not what this is about, right?” She felt bad that maybe the men thought she was just using them. Well, okay, she was using them for a night of hot sex, but not for the reasons they might think.

“Oh, honey, I’m just busting your chops.” He grinned. “I’ve had the hots for you for a long time.”

Her throat went dry. “You have?”

Jack laughed behind her. “Yep. Every time he gets his hands on a new book of yours, I get rode like a Shetland pony he gets so horny. He rereads them several times in a row.”

“I’ve never heard you complaining, buster,” Tim shot back playfully.

“I didn’t say that was a complaint, Tim.” He nibbled on her right earlobe. He seemed to have a thing for using his teeth. She didn’t mind in the least. It melted her more every time he did it, as if he knew her secret weakness.

Then again, she’d written that plenty of times in her books. Maybe he was just correctly assuming it turned her on.

Tim shook his head as he gently stroked her arm. “I can’t believe you’re here. Not just in my bed, I mean,” he quickly added. “I mean that I got to meet you. This…” He laughed. “This was way beyond my hopes and dreams.”

She felt her face redden. “I hope you realize that I don’t normally do this. I mean, I don’t normally jump right into bed with a guy…guys. I’ve never been with more than one guy before. This is not normal behavior for me…” You’re babbling! Shut up!

Tim’s face turned serious. “Aw, sweetie, don’t worry. We don’t think that.” He leaned in and kissed her. “We’ve been chatting, what, a couple of years now? I know you’ve had a dry spell.” He flashed her that playful smile again. “Believe me, there are plenty of times after we’ve e-mailed that I wished I could help you with that little problem.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Jack rumbled. “He’s a really helpful guy. He’s got a thing for stray animals, too.” She couldn’t tell for sure if he was just teasing or not until he started nibbling on the back of her neck. “I can’t say’s I blame him in this case. What man in his right mind would want to leave you hanging?”

I need to tread lightly, Jack thought. The last thing he wanted to do was lose his heart to this woman.

Scratch that, the second last thing he wanted to do was lose his heart. The very last thing he wanted to do was watch Tim get his heart broken when she returned to Ohio and they never saw her again. He suspected Tim was a good portion of the way to being in love with her already.

He remembered how good it felt being part of a triad, how nice it was falling asleep in bed with not just one but two lovers, people to share his life and bed with.

“Watch out, or you two might have a permanent houseguest on your hands,” she said.

He wasn’t sure, but thought maybe the tone of her voice had changed. Just as he was about to turn her over to look in her eyes, she started shaking and Tim embraced her.

“Aw, baby, it’s okay, sweetie.”

She started sobbing against Tim’s shoulder. Jack sat up, torn, unsure what to do. Tim shot him a look over her shoulder that no doubt meant, “Dude, do something and don’t just sit there!”

He stroked her arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I don’t want…to go home!” she sobbed. “You don’t…know…what my parents are like!” She took a long, hitching breath before more tears hit. “I hate them sometimes. I really hate them!”

Tim’s somber tone struck up several warning bells in Jack’s brain. “Why not stay here for a while? An extended vacation? You’re welcomed to, I told you that.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Jack knew that look. Tim was already head over heels for her.

He had to stay strong. He’d had enough heartbreak in his own life. He wanted to spare Tim as much of that as possible.

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.