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  "Baby, you're so fucking wet,” Garrett murmured at her hip, the pistoning rhythm of his hand never slowing as she convulsed around his touch. Waves of sensation swelled from her pussy in explosions that rolled over her body.

  She couldn't believe what was happening as she hungrily kissed Chay. She couldn't believe she was hanging helplessly over a stranger's shoulder and letting two men have their way with her—and loving it.

  Her thigh lifted slightly on Garrett's chest, giving him better access. She wanted more. She wanted the pleasure until she collapsed from the exertion of it. In five years with her ex, she'd never felt as sexually alive as she felt right now.

  Chay pulled his mouth away. Taking her wrists he lifted her and pressed her palms to the wall directly behind him. “Hold on,” he murmured, as he ducked beneath her arm. Looking over her shoulder, she watched him come chest to chest with Garrett. Chay's hand cupped the back of Garrett's head and Jahz watched wide-eyed as he kissed him briefly, but deeply, then pulled away and kissed her hip. His lips trailed along her thigh, edging towards her centre. “I need to taste you,” he breathed. “God, Garrett, she smells so good."

  Jahz shrieked as Garrett's fingers disappeared and Chay's tongue replaced them. With teeth and tongue he consumed her folds, collecting her honey while Garrett licked her juice from his hand. He smiled devilishly, his partially obscured eyes full of decadent promises. Once he'd finished his feast, he placed his palm at the back of Chay's head as his partner pleasured her.

  She could hardly breathe for the unexpected power of the love between these men as they explored her body. Tam's love wasn't like this ... the men never connected like this. But this ... it was as if she was part of a circle of bliss.

  Chay turned his head back to Garrett, sharing her in an unexpected way. His thumb massaged her clit. He licked her again. Kissed Garrett again. Licked. Kissed. Licked. Kissed. She thought she'd go mad from it as her fingers pressed into the wall and she breathed raggedly. All at once, his teeth captured her clit and he gently tugged. Her scream echoed through the house as an orgasm slashed across her. Her vision blurred and her sweaty hands slid down the wall.

  A moment later, she realised she was in front of Garrett and he was carrying her and kissing her as Chay followed. She could taste her tangy flavour on his tongue as it thrust into her mouth and it intoxicated her, making her want more of these two even more. Thank God, Tam had convinced her to give this a chance.

  He pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers. “Are we going too fast for you?"

  What a time to ask, after several orgasms. “I've never done this,” she admitted. “But ... no. I want ... both of you."

  "You're okay with us getting naked, touching, fucking? The whole thing...?” he pressed.

  "Yeah. All of it.” Excitement surged through her veins. She'd take everything they offered. Chances were she'd never be in this position again.

  He set her on her feet in a room done in browns and greens. Her bare toes curled in the plush carpet and she realised she'd lost her Manolos somewhere. They'd had her so distracted she hadn't noticed the loss of her shoes. Without her fuck-me heels—perhaps that was what had initially drawn their attention—she stood a full head shorter than her lovers. Whoa, they were tall. She'd stood nearly eye to eye with Payton. She liked the feeling of being small and delicate while sandwiched between Chay and Garrett. Together they undressed her until she wore only her black push-up bra and a lacy, black thong that was more decoration than useful.

  From behind her, Chay leaned forward and kissed Garrett over the top of her head, while his hand came around to knead her breast. Garrett covered the other with his large hand. He pulled down the cup of her bra then captured the taut nipple between his fingers. Jahz moaned as he rolled the tip. Then their mouths were on her shoulders, nipping at opposite sides, laving the small wounds, kissing her neck.

  Arousals poked at her from the front and back and her body wept with the desire to feel both cocks nestled inside her. She'd never been so wet that she'd felt it on her thighs. Hell, she barely got wet ever. This was incredible. They were incredible. She wanted to give them some of what she felt.

  Taking their hands, she led them towards the bed as nervous butterflies dive-bombed in her middle. She wouldn't chicken out but doubts assailed her, making her wonder if she could make two men happy at the same time. God knew she'd never made Payton happy.

  She wouldn't think of him! He wouldn't ruin this!

  She paused beside the bed and contemplated what she'd do. She had no idea how a threesome worked. Did they take turns, one watching while the others fucked, or did they all love together in tandem giving and taking pleasure as they had downstairs?

  "Baby, kneel on the bed,” Chay urged. “On your hands and knees."

  Another surge of arousal flowed into her pussy as she swallowed and looked at the bed. Biting her lip she took the plunge and put her knee up on the mattress. It was all or nothing. She wasn't backing out now. The hiss of zippers lowering accompanied her. She hesitated, unsure exactly what they wanted, but willing to do just about anything. Since her first time, she'd never been particularly excited by sex, but with these two ... excitement seemed such a lame word. The need to have them take her, nearly tore her apart with its intensity.

  Now naked, except for his mask, Chay climbed onto the bed and leaned against the headboard, his body nestled into the pillows. He splayed his legs, one going on either side of her, and beckoned her forward. His hand stroked his long cock as it rose straight up from a thatch of black curls. A droplet of pre-cum formed on the tip. She licked her lips, her eyes riveted. His knees raised to bracket her body as she moved between them.

  He leaned forward so that he could speak in her ear. “Suck my cock, baby. I want to feel your mouth so bad."

  She smiled. She wanted to taste him so bad. After all the pleasure they'd given her, she'd gladly give some back. Besides ... this was something she'd enjoyed. The power of feeling a man squirm while she brought him to the edge. Pushing aside his hand, she grasped him at the root of his cock and took his wide girth into her mouth. A hum of pleasure vibrated in her throat as his taste covered her tongue.

  The hum turned to a gasp as Garrett hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them to her knees. Oh lord...

  Her belly quivered as the wantonness of her position hit her—head down, a man's cock between her lips, while she knelt with her ass in the air and her panties tangled around her knees. In the midst of a sexual encounter with two ‘phantoms’ whose faces she'd never seen. Two ‘phantom’ rescuers with whom she'd never had a conversation before they'd swept her away to their lair.

  She couldn't think of any other way she'd want to be than here in their bed, here for their pleasure. Then Garrett spread her lower lips with his thumbs and put his mouth on her cunt and she immediately revised her thought. This ... this was perfect.

  Mindlessly, she worked up and down Chay's shaft, drawing soft moans from him while she writhed against Garrett's questing mouth. Her thighs trembled as a slow burn radiated from her core, growing bigger as her epicentre shuddered then exploded with sensation. Arching upward, she pulled her mouth from Chay and let out a keening cry as she shook.

  Chay smoothed back her hair from her face as Garrett continued, never letting up and pushing her into another orgasm. “Let it all out,” Chay murmured. “Give it all to us."

  "I—oh, God!” Her arms gave out, but he caught her before she fell. He pulled her up against his chest. Garrett climbed up beside her and wrapped his arms around them both then kissed Jahz's shoulder. “Where've you been all our lives?"

  She frowned and looking down as unwelcome reality seeped in. Where had she been? “In LA.” With her ex husband and certainly not with two hot men. As she stared downward all she saw was the crease where their bodies pressed together beneath her and a little shimmer went through her. She'd never have imagined this when she'd woken up this morning. She couldn't even blame her odd behavio
ur on the brandy she'd had at the party. A few sips certainly wouldn't cloud her thoughts.

  "Hey,” Garrett said, catching her chin with the crook of his finger and lifting her gaze to him. “You okay?"

  His dark eyes peered at her from behind his mask. How kinky was that? If she saw either of the men on the street tomorrow, she doubted she'd recognise them. As if reading her thoughts, Garrett's hand lifted to his mask.

  "No don't,” she protested. “At least, not yet.” She drew a shaky breath. “What you both must think of me,” she whispered. “I really don't run around—"

  "Oh honey, we know,” Chay interrupted. “It's evident in every sweet move you've made. It's all new to you."

  "That's for sure,” she replied, feeling a little better. She shoved away the past again. It had no place here with the three of them. She wanted a new life. This might not be it, but she certainly didn't need to dwell on what she'd left behind. “I might be new to this threesome thing but I know enough to realise you guys didn't come."

  Beneath her, Chay chuckled. “We will."

  "Later,” Garrett added.

  Chay chucked him in the shoulder and his body hair tickled hers as he moved. “Maybe in a few minutes."

  "I need to know something first."

  "I'm not married or taken or have any diseases,” she said quickly.

  "But do you have a name? You know ours, and crying out ‘Oh fucking hot lady!’ is such a big mouthful."

  Jahz sputtered with unexpected laughter. “It's Jahzlyn. Everyone calls me Jahz."

  Chay played with her hair, while Garrett smoothed his hand down her arm. He trailed his fingers to her shoulder, slipping them beneath her bra strap. He pushed it onto her arm then pulled down one cup. A breast popped out into his hand. He palmed it. Her pebbled nipple rubbed against his calluses sending lightning searing to her pussy.

  "Garrett,” she gasped.

  "Jahz,” he returned.

  "Chopped liver,” Chay murmured.

  Jahz turned her head and looped her arm behind his head. “Never,” she murmured, bringing his lips to hers while Garrett continued to torment her throbbing peak.

  It felt so natural to split her attention between the two men, to adore them both while they stroked her. How could it be natural? Was she some sort of oddity and she'd never known it. Aside from her initial hesitation and awkwardness, she was enjoying this more than she would have believed.

  She cried out as Garrett's mouth tugged at her breast. He peeled back the other cup of her bra to gain access for his hand. Not to be ignored, Chay reached down and rubbed her clit while he continued to kiss her. Her legs fell open for him without second thought. It was as if in coming here with them she'd given over herself to their desires.

  At the moment, she wanted whatever they wanted.

  A glowing haze of bliss seemed to surround her. It enveloped them in a bubble of oneness.

  Garrett moved. His knees worked between hers and he shoved them further apart. The wide head of his cock wedged against her opening. She pulled her mouth from Chay's. “Fuck me Garrett. Oh please, fuck me hard. Yes!” she cried as he surged inside her slick folds. She was so ready for him, and even as the walls of her channel struggled to accommodate his girth, sharp sensation, pleasant, yet needy and full of fire, raked up her body.

  Chay shifted her completely onto her back and turned on his side beside her. His hand rested on her belly as her hips jerked upward into Garrett's thrusts. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. Could he feel his partner's cock burying deep inside her? Her muscles clenching as she took him? “Can't wait for my turn,” he added. “I've tasted you with my mouth and hand. I want to feel your fire around my cock. I want you to milk me like you're milking Garrett."

  Another cry squeaked from her as her cunt responded to his words and squeezed Garrett.

  "Chay, stop. I'll never last...” Garrett grunted.

  "I know."

  Garrett growled and, to her delight, ploughed harder into her tender folds. The vibrations of it, thundered through her body. Up on his knees, he gripped her hip and reached over and dragged Chay over to him. Fingers buried in his hair, he ravaged his mouth while never slowing his rhythm.

  Garrett was in bliss. The woman beneath him had stepped straight from his dreams. This was her. She was the one. Byrnam's instinctively knew their partners and he knew her. Just as he'd known Chay the first time he'd seen him.

  Pulling back from Chay's mouth, Garrett stared at him. “You suck."

  "Yeah, I know.” Leaning forward, Chay dragged his tongue over Garrett's nipple and gave it a rough nip.

  Garrett's balls jerked. Fuck!

  Chay leaned back on his heels and slurped two fingers into his mouth. He climbed behind Garrett. Double fuck!

  Staring down at Jahz, Garrett leaned forward and captured her mouth. God how he loved the feel of her cunt around his cock and her smooth, womanly body contorting beneath him. There was no missing the haunted look that occasionally entered her eyes, and he longed to erase it. Fucking her helped, but he knew it would be back...

  Chay nipped his shoulder blade at the same time Garrett felt those wet fingers press to his ass. One fingertip slipped past his resistance, slowly working him open. It was fucking hard to relax while he thrust into Jahz. Chay worked with him, pushing in a little at a time with each of Garrett's back-strokes. It wasn't as easy as it would have been with lube, but Garrett wasn't complaining. Chay managed to get in his second finger and his fingertips bumped Garrett's prostate. Jahz cried out arching at the same time as her orgasm hit her. Garrett jolted from the powerful sensations. Throwing back his head, he howled, his seed exploding from him to fill her.

  His forehead dropped into the valley of her breasts as he moved with the last of his energy trying to wring her full release from her as Chay continued his finger fucking. He felt Chay angle away, then a moment later, chilled gel filled his ass. Chay's fingers worked more easily, but he pulled them away. Garrett felt the slick head of Chay's cock press to his opening. Garrett knew what would happen. He'd be hard again in seconds. Already he was growing. He'd fuck Jahz while Chay fucked him.

  Chay was eager and there was a slight burn as he pushed forward.

  "Hold on, baby,” he told Jahz.

  "More?” she asked.

  "Lots. It's gonna be hard and fast. Can you take it?"

  She sighed in complete contentment. Whatever she'd been about to reply was lost as Chay moved forward, slowly filling him. In turn, Garrett pushed deeper into Jahz. Then withdrew to push back onto Chay. It was one heaven or the other.

  "Yeah, oh yeah,” Chay groaned.

  Over and over, Garrett impaled then was impaled. He wouldn't last long like this, he realised as his balls slapped into Jahz. He saw rather than felt another climax rock through her. She reached up and brushed her fingers over his nipple. “Just stay still,” she coaxed. “You're so hard in me like this ... and each time he...” Her mouth dropped open and she sucked in a breath as Chay surged forward. It could have been Garrett's breath as he choked in air. “And,” Jahz continued, “When he fucks you ... it's like he's fucking me too."

  It was almost too much, staying still beneath Chay, staring into Jahz's passion darkened eyes. Pressure seemed to build inside him. A release screamed and clawed his balls as if he hadn't lost it in Jahz a few minutes ago. Chay's cock sawed over his prostate.

  "Yeah, love, give it to me,” Chay groaned as Garrett instinctively shoved deep into Jahz, his ass clenching. This time Chay didn't withdraw. He rode the waves slamming over both Jahz and Garrett. His cum streamed into Garrett.

  He and Garrett fell to the side as one, still connected. Garrett pulled Jahz with him. They all lay panting.

  "Unbelievable,” Jahz whispered.

  "Perfect,” Garrett replied as his lids drooped. “Perfect."

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  Chapter Two

  Perfect...

  Early the next morning, Jahz sat at a small table
at the local restaurant, Carol's Cravings, and sipped a black coffee while she contemplated the word. Perfect. Yeah, that described what had happened last night. But it had been a one-night encounter. She'd known that going into the tryst and she knew that as she'd silently gathered her clothes and left the men's house a few hours ago.

  Her stomach twisted with longing as she remembered her Halloween lovers nestled into their pillows, their masks still in place, their hard naked bodies relaxed in slumber. She'd wanted to turn around and crawl back onto the sheets with them.

  That wasn't to be. She'd gone back to Tam's, left her a note and grabbed her own things. It was time to go home before she got caught up in things here. Wasn't last night an example of how quickly her life could go awry if she stayed?

  "What's wrong, sweetie?"

  Everything. Jahz looked up to see Carol Sommers, the owner of the restaurant, standing beside the table with a carafe of coffee. They'd met a few times over the course of Jahz's visit, and Jahz had found, she really liked the straight-talking woman.

  "I'm leaving today. Time to go home and keep searching for a job."

  "Afraid?"

  "A bit. I mean ... by this age, I figured I'd be well on my way in life. A husband, maybe kids, a home, a great career. Here I am at twenty-eight, unemployed and heading home to live with my mom and dad with only an eight-year-old car and two suitcases of clothes."

  Carol shook her head and pulled out the chair opposite her. After setting down the carafe, she steepled her fingers and looked at Jahz with deep brown eyes that seemed to see into her soul. “Are you afraid of what you found here?"

  Jahz looked away. Having Carol cut to the heart of her feelings was a surprise. She hadn't expected analysis along with her morning coffee. Heck, that's why she was leaving before the sun was up. She'd figured neither Chay nor Garrett would be up at this early hour and no one in Tam's household would stir until at least eight given that they were all school teachers and this was the weekend. Feeling relatively safe that she wouldn't have to explain herself, she'd stopped at Carol's Cravings for coffee and a Danish before hitting the road. Lord knew she didn't want to run into anyone who might try to convince her to stay.