“Lower,” she whispered and he rubbed the gel into her ass.
“Even lower,” she said.
“Uh-huh. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Bronx isn’t here yet.”
“My ass is wide open and ready for you,” she said.
“Horny little thing, aren’t you.”
She pointed at his cock, which was standing up and ready for action. “And you aren’t?”
Bronx opened the bathroom door right then and they went back into the bedroom. Bronx sat against the headboard, tossing the pillows onto the floor.
“I didn’t even know if you’d be able to take us after that,” he said.
“I always want you,” said Nevis.
And that was the truth. She never said no to them and she always gave herself freely having orgasm after orgasm, yet never refusing to suck them or fuck them.
“Ah, Nevis I love you so much.”
Bronx sat Nevis on his lap, driving his cock up into her ass, but keeping her back an inch away from his chest. York thought that demonstrated so well how caring he was. Usually he gripped her to him holding her hard against his body, but tonight he was being careful in case her back was sore. When they were organized, York sat on the bed and inched his way forward until his dick was pressed at her pussy entry. He held it there and continued to wiggle until she’d taken him as deep as he could go. He loved double fucking her like this. Her cunt—or her ass—held him so tightly his dick could scarcely move. Yet she always fit them both inside her. There was always room for them both. Her tissues expanded until they were both accepted, then hugged them tight. It was amazing and wonderful and he’d never get tired of the feeling of being inside her, being one with his two mates, Bronx and Nevis.
When he and Bronx were both in her body together, the three of them were truly a family, a triad, united together. It was Nevis who joined them together. He and Bronx might be her Masters, but she was the unifying piece of their jigsaw.
York placed his hands on her hips on top of Bronx’s hands, and together they raised and lowered her on their cocks, pumping in and out of her, gradually lifting her up faster and slamming her down harder.
She had her hands on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that she was his—theirs—and he wanted this to go forever. He never wanted her to leave them.
When she shattered around them, burying her mouth in his shoulder and digging her teeth into him, he said, “Mate us, dammit, Nevis. Say you’ll be ours forever. I’ve told you over and over that I love you and will always care for you.”
She shook her head.
Bronx lifted her head off York’s shoulder and said, “Why not, Nevis. I love you. York loves you. In every way we fit together so perfectly. You complete us. You’re the link that binds us together.”
Nevis twisted sideways so she could see both their faces. “I love you both, too. Very much. And I know neither of you would ever hurt me. I trust you both completely. But I can’t mate with you permanently until I’m sure the town will accept us as a ménage. I won’t be the one that destroys the company’s business.”
Fucking hell!
Chapter Seven
Bronx lay beside Nevis in their huge new bed, watching her sleep. She was so beautiful, so perfect. Absolutely everything he could ever want. More than he’d hoped for and far more than he deserved. But also totally fucking frustrating. How the fuck was he supposed to show her she wouldn’t destroy their business, for fuck’s sake? It wasn’t like he could stand in the center of Main Street asking people, “Do you approve of ménages?”
They had a home here now. It might have started off life as a double-wide trailer but they’d added a deck out front and were going to buy a grill to do cookouts there. They’d doubled the size of the living room and the bedroom, they’d enclosed a corner of the warehouse as a bathroom-cum-laundry room. They’d adopted three dogs, a companion animal for each of them. They even had three vehicles, for fuck’s sake. Everywhere he looked, they were a ménage together. Three seemed to be their magic number.
If fucking her brains out night after night didn’t convince her they belonged together, he had no fucking idea what would.
He took a deep breath. He needed to stop being so upset. Back at the hot springs, Savannah had looked at him once when he was swearing and said, “You’re harshing my mellow.” It seemed like a totally strange thing to say, but somehow the words had stayed with him and he tried to keep his grumpiness under control. But the problem remained. He was the Master and he needed a way to show Nevis being together wouldn’t destroy the business. Hell, if they lost her that would destroy him.