Stroking the delicate bones and tendons of her hand, Travis said, “Nika, that day I looked across the gathering at the rose garden, I hoped there was a reason we were brought together again after so many years. In the time we’ve had together, I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you, I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Will you marry me?” He ended on a soft note and Hank smiled when he heard the way Travis gulped before he bent and kissed the top of her hand and put it to his cheek. “Please say yes,” he added and then looked at Hank, gratitude in his eyes. He’d wanted to propose first, sure that his mind would go blank when it was his turn.
Hank lifted her other hand and held it between his rough hands, aware of how delicate and yet powerful the creative instrument in his grip was as he kissed it. “Nika, my life was changed the day I laid eyes on you for the first time. The way you stood there, battling your nerves in order to take full advantage of what you called the opportunity of a lifetime, to record the events of Maizy’s wedding. I’ve watched you confront your fears and I’ve been helpless as you’ve stolen my heart. I can’t imagine life without you, either. I want to take care of you and love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
She looked up at him for long seconds, and then at Travis for an equal time. “Yes. Yes, I will. I would love to marry you.”
She looked between them, licked her lips again, and then giggled. “I’m not making the first move. Whoever gets here first gets a kiss.”
A chuckle burst from Hank and he swooped in and took her lips before Travis could make a move.
Travis chuckled. “Yeah, see, this is me being nice. Letting you have the first kiss since I got to propose first. Yup.”
Veronica shook with laughter as Hank released her after one more short kiss and then let Travis have her. He folded her in his arms, gazing for long seconds into her eyes before he laid a deep lip-lock on her, stroking the base of her spine and drawing a low moan from her until they were both gasping for breath.
Her eyes were dazzled and unfocused as Hank showed her the marquise-cut diamond, set in a sleek platinum band, a Clay Cook original, which Travis had just picked up for them. “It’s gorgeous.”
She held out her hand and he slipped the ring on her finger and then kissed her hand again. Reaching out, she gathered them both to her and shared kisses with them, until his heart pounded for a completely different reason.
They closed in around her on the thick rug in front of the fire. She rested her head on Hank’s bicep as she unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it from the waistband of his jeans, kissing him all the while. She stroked his lips and tongue with hers, tugging at his lower lip, moaning as he smoothed his hand down her bare abdomen until his fingers slid between her lips and slipped into the hot, heavenly silkiness of her pussy. She was drenched and ready for them. While he stroked and teased her, Travis undressed, throwing his clothing off quickly before returning to her other side.
Hank smiled as he licked his wet fingers, enjoying the sweet taste of her arousal before he undressed as well. Veronica arched between them as they sucked her nipples and teased her clit until her juices soaked their fingers and she trembled all over.
Breathlessly, Veronica whispered, “I want you both tonight.”
Hank smiled at Travis and then nodded at her. “Be right back, Nika.”
He rose from their pallet before the fire and went to the bedroom to get the bottle of lubricant. His cock grew harder as he walked back to the den, anticipating finally experiencing this first ménage with her. The thought of doing it before the fire gave it an elemental, timeless quality and his cock twitched in eagerness.
Travis had her up on her knees and he knelt behind her, the fingers of one hand stroking her slick pussy, his knees braced outside of hers. He whispered to her as he caressed and plucked at one of her nipples, while holding her to him. She looked over her shoulder at him, nodding at whatever he was saying, and then she turned her gaze to Hank as he came to them and sat before her.
“You’re sure, Nika,” Hank whispered as he used a dollop of the lubricant to slicken his cock for her, to ease the way, before handing the bottle of lubricant to Travis.
Travis released her and she crawled over him and straddled his hips. The fragrant fire crackled in the fireplace, lighting her face as she leaned down and kissed him. “I’ve never been more sure, Hank.”
“A little cold,” Travis murmured as he worked behind her, drawing a gasp when the lube touched her back opening. Watching her react to Travis stretching her ass made his dick twitch with excitement. He contented himself with stroking and tweaking her nipples, turning them into tight, hard nubs.