“Easy, baby. You’ll have me.” He moved his hand between their bodies, and parted her labia before thrusting into her channel.
India sighed with relief. The only thing to make this moment complete was to have both men inside of her. Rafe stroked the side of her thigh, waiting for Grant to rejoin them. They didn’t have long to wait before Grant returned with the lubrication. She shivered when Grant rubbed the slick gel against her puckered ring. He pushed a finger into her anus. She backed her bottom up against him, eagerly awaiting the invasion of his cock. Grant pressed his cock head at her rear entrance, pausing for a brief moment before thrusting into her rectum to the hilt.
A sharp intake of breath caught in her throat. How could she have forgotten how wondrous it felt to experience the delicious sensation of being thoroughly stretched by two big cocks? Clinging to Rafe, she moved her bottom against Grant. “Please make love to me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice before they began to move together, timing their thrusts with synchronized choreography, pushing and driving into her holes, branding India their woman.
Clawing at Rafe’s chest, she moaned her desire for them, unable to utter any words of coherence. She never wanted this moment to end, because it was together like this when everything made sense, when there were no doubts about their future and no one else’s opinion mattered. The only thing that did was how she felt for them.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she reached her climax. Neither Rafe nor Grant were finished with her, however. They continued to fuck her until she was once again caught up in a vortex of incendiary passion.
She tightened her pussy muscles around Rafe’s cock, making him groan. “I’m coming,” he said breathlessly. In the next instant, his seed shot into her thirsty sex.
Grant bit into her shoulder as he slammed into her bottom before shooting his load up her tight tunnel.
She reached another earth-shattering peak. It tore through her body like a tsunami, making her shake uncontrollably, until she went limp, completely spent.
None of them moved afterwards, content to remain in each other’s arms. Drowsiness claimed her body. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was how much she loved these two men, but was it enough?
Stranded
Chapter Seventeen
India took a deep breath and squared her shoulders before ringing the doorbell of her parents’ house. She felt like a child all over again, as her nerves threatened to get the better of her. Aunt Val had offered to come along with her even though Leila had made it clear her sister wouldn’t be welcomed at this meal.
What was even harder was having said goodbye to her men earlier today. They’d spent the rest of the weekend in the hotel, making love and cuddling. When they were hungry, they ordered take out. Rafe and Grant took her body on a roller coaster of lust, passion and love.
Being with them had reaffirmed her feelings and made her realize she’d be happiest with them. India only had a few more loose ends to tie up concerning her affairs before she could move to Philadelphia, and it was decided that she make that journey within a month’s time. They were all certain that by then no one would care who they were, and what was going on in their lives.
Still, there was one dark cloud hanging over their heads—Rafe’s ex-wife. Both men were still adamant about giving in to that woman’s demands, but India wasn’t satisfied with that. While they were on the island, they had gone out of their way to protect her, and make sure she was safe. Now it was her chance to be their savior. The only problem was, she couldn’t figure out how.
Saying goodbye to them had been hard, but she’d been brave, saving the tears until they had driven off. Once they were gone, a sense of doom filled her as she thought about the dinner party her mother was throwing.
India had taken extra care with her appearance even though she knew her mother would find some way to pick it apart. She’d armored herself with a new designer dress and matching pumps.
“Hello, little sis,” Jack greeted when he answered the door. “You’re looking…well.” He always had a way of making a compliment sound like an insult.
They were never particularly close growing up. Jack had been too busy putting her down and making fun of her for any familial love to really develop between the two of then. There was a time when she worshipped the ground he walked on, he was her big brother after all, but Jack would have none of it. It was typical for older brothers to tease their little sisters, but taking his cue from her parents, his comments were with malicious intent to hurt.
“So do you,” she returned without enthusiasm, knowing dinner was already going to be an ordeal, but with him there, it would be excruciating.