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  Mesmerised, Jahz watched the interplay between the men, reminded of how deeply they loved one another. They'd been so focused on her, she'd momentarily forgotten they'd been lovers first.

  "Do you guys want to be alone?” she asked kindly. They'd spent every moment with her for the last twenty-four hours. Even when she was working, they'd been within sight. She shrugged. “I could go shower or something."

  Garrett's arms tightened. “No. You're part of us."

  Chay leaned forward and kissed her. “Stay."

  "Okay. I just don't want to butt in on your together time."

  They laughed. “You won't,” Garrett said. “As long as you accept us—"

  "And never make us help you deliver a baby again,” Chay interrupted.

  "No promises on the baby, but ... of course, I accept you."

  "Will you accept us both at once?” Garrett whispered in her ear then nipped her lobe. “Inside your sweet little body."

  "I don't know if I can.” The thought of it excited her, especially since she'd contemplated it before and wanted them to love her at the same time.

  "You can,” he assured her. “But will you?"

  "Yes,” she replied. “I want you both at once. I've thought about it."

  Chay fed her a potato cube. He leaned over and kissed Garrett.

  Jahz grinned, loving the sight of their lips and tongues meeting right in front of her. She leaned in, kissing the sides of their mouths. They turned including her in a sloppy three-way kiss.

  "I'm not very hungry,” she told them.

  "Let's eat later then.” Garrett stood and climbed out of the hot tub then lifted out Jahz. Grabbing Chay's hand, he pulled him up. “This will work better in the bedroom."

  "I'll take the food to the kitchen,” Chay said. “Don't go too far without me."

  Garrett wrapped Jahz in a towel. After he'd slung one around his hips, he lifted her into his arms to carry her upstairs.

  "I can walk,” she protested.

  "Why waste your energy?” He nipped her bottom lip. “Trust me. You'll need it."

  Arousal flooded into her pussy. She wanted Garrett's cock so bad. She wanted him buried inside her while he came. “I want you,” she whispered.

  He lowered her to the bed, and she realised with a giggle that they'd made it to the bedroom. Garrett crawled over her, his leg working between hers. With two fingers, he tugged down the towel covering her breasts. They peaked, the colder air pulling her nipples tight. “So pretty and pink,” he murmured, laving his tongue over one. His teeth caught a tip.

  "Garrett,” she cried. Her pussy rubbed against his thigh. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Let me come with you this time."

  He reached between them. Slowly, he worked his fingers along her slit, gathering juice on his fingers. Reaching lower, he pressed the sodden fingertips to her anus. “Chay will take you here,” he said. “He's a bit of an ass man."

  She shuddered as he worked his fingers inside her and worked her sensitive flesh. Earthy desires rocked her. Forbidden needs. She wanted Chay inside her now.

  "He'll work in and out, while you bend over me, then slowly, ever so slowly, I'll push inside you."

  Jahz shuddered as his thumb pushed into her.

  "I'll be able to feel him in you—"

  "Telling all our secrets,” Chay interrupted, sitting on the side of the bed beside them.

  "Not all,” Garrett replied. He rolled onto his back, bringing Jahz over him and positioning her cunt over his cock. She looked over at Chay as he eyed her ass up in the air waiting for him.

  "Are you ready, honey?” he asked.

  She nodded. “I've been ready since last week. Please Chay, I want to feel you in my ass."

  She bit her lip, unable to believe she'd said it aloud. These two brought out deep-seated needs she'd never realised she possessed. She looked down at Garrett, his face fuzzy with the passion glazing her vision. He palmed her breasts, then leaned forward and reclaimed the tip he'd worked a moment ago. Her womb quivered with the pulses vibrating from her chest.

  Chay climbed between Garrett's legs. Leaning forward, he parted her buttocks and groaned. “I need to taste you."

  Jahz bucked, her gasping a scream as Garrett grasped her nipple with his teeth and Chay lazily dragged his tongue from her clit to her ass.

  "Oh my God!” she cried as he flicked forbidden territory. She'd never imagined...

  As Garrett had done, he worked a finger inside her. “Jahz, honey, you're gonna take me so perfectly. You're gonna feel so good."

  "Yes, now, please,” she begged. Cool gel answered her plea and Chay's fingers slid more easily. He applied more gel. Mindlessly, she worked against his hand. Her slit glided over the length of Garrett's engorged shaft. “Yes. Oh yes,” she muttered as the head of Chay's cock pressed to her.

  He grasped her hip. “Slowly,” he warned. “Not too fast yet."

  It burned as he pushed and her mouth opened wide on a silent cry. Her whole body seemed to absorb the burn, firing it into arousal so deep it became pleasure instead of the slight bite of pain.

  "More,” she begged.

  "You'll get all of me."

  "Now."

  Leaning forward, he bit her shoulder blade. “Wait."

  Inch by inch, he sank inside her while he held her completely still. Tilting her head, she breathed shallowly and savoured the feel of him completely inside her. The fullness, the way he stretched her.

  "My turn,” Garrett said.

  Suddenly, she wasn't sure it was possible. While Chay held her still, Garrett guided his cock to her pussy. He slid deep and fast.

  "Oh God!” she exclaimed. Two men inside her. They didn't let her think. Immediately they began a smooth alternating piston motion that stole her breath. Serpentine pleasure cut through her body as they loved her, but refused to let her move. Her muscles shook, demanding the action they denied her.

  Release built in her womb, spiralling, twisting, knotting on itself, but denied, by their slow movements and her imprisonment.

  "Harder! Oh, more,” she begged.

  Garrett slipped a hand to pussy. “Now baby,” he gasped. Ruthlessly, he thrummed her clit with his callused fingertip. “Come for me. Let me feel your honey all over my cock."

  She shook at his words, the release growing inside, threatening to explode.

  "Come,” he demanded. “Now slave. Now. Come for your Masters."

  Her body jolted. Violently, she jerked between them, her climax blasting to the tips of her limbs. Jahz screamed. There was nothing. Just pleasure. And flying. Inexplicable joy. She barely registered her lovers’ yells or the powerful bursts of cum inside her.

  "Wow,” Jahz whispered as she settled her head on Garrett's pec and flicked her tongue over his nipple.

  "Baby,” he groaned. “I think you were made for two."

  She smiled. Maybe she was.

  Her eyes drooped. She barely opened them when they pulled her to the shower. “I'm so tired,” she yawned.

  "Just stay still, honey. We'll take care of you,” Chay promised. And they did, even bringing her dinner in bed later. Garrett tossed her purse on the bed beside her when they came back upstairs.

  "Your purse has been ringing."

  It started again as she dug for her phone. Groaning, she opened it.

  "Hi, Mom."

  "Where've you been? I've been calling for hours,” her mom exclaimed.

  "I just wasn't with my phone. What's up?"

  "Sunday dinner tomorrow. Your father wants you to come down so he can meet your boyfriends. You don't have to work do you?” Her dad wanted to meet Garrett and Chay? She couldn't imagine that going over well with her Irish Catholic father. She was surprised he hadn't called yet to ream her over her choice.

  "Dinner? No, I don't have to work. Of course, I'll come."

  "And you'll bring your friends?"

  She looked at the guys as her mother said something else. “I don't know. How does Dad feel about it?”
She put her hand over the phone. “Do you like football?"

  "Who doesn't?” Garrett replied as Chay nodded.

  "Dinner tomorrow?” she asked.

  They nodded.

  "Yep, we'll definitely all be there, Mom.” Hanging up, she shoved the phone back in her purse. “This will be interesting."

  "It'll be fine, baby,” Garrett said, but she knew he was lying. He couldn't quite meet her eyes as he drew a circle on her belly. “We'll stop by your apartment tomorrow morning so you can get clothes for the day. It'll be a nice drive."

  "I hope so,” she sighed. “The fall colours might be the only good part of it."

  * * * *

  Cheating Bitch! Die Bitch!

  Jahz stared at the two-foot-tall red letters emblazoned on the pristine white walls of her apartment. Her hand pressed over her mouth as both terror and horror filled her.

  Payton had been in her apartment. How would she explain this to Carol?

  She jumped, a shriek escaping her as strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

  "Shh...” Garrett whispered, trying to calm her. Unmistakable anger vibrated in his voice. “We won't let him hurt you."

  "I'm calling 9-1-1,” Chay grated. His face was a mask of rage as he stepped past her, careful not to touch anything.

  Jahz heard him murmuring into the phone as she surveyed the damage.

  Payton had destroyed everything. The drapes and furniture were slashed. Tables were broken. Paint had dripped to the carpet. He'd overturned drawers onto the floor. Down the hall she could see shreds of her clothes trailing into the hallway.

  What would he have done to her had she been here? What would he have done to Chay and Garrett if they'd been with her?

  Garrett's arms tightened as she started to shake, her fear overtaking everything else. She turned in his arms and pressed her face to his chest.

  "Sheriff West is on his way,” Chay reported as he snapped shut his phone.

  "I'm sure I locked the door. I was in a hurry, but I double-checked it."

  "This isn't your fault,” Jahz said, pulling from Garrett's embrace. He caught her hand, keeping her close as Chay moved deeper into the apartment.

  "Chay, be careful,” Garrett warned. “I doubt he's still here, but—"

  "He's not. West just sent Deputy Kozminski to our house. The alarm was going off. I hope he shoots the sick fuck."

  "No! He can't do this to your house,” Jahz exclaimed. Now that the initial shock of this act of hatred had passed, her own anger took its place. How dare he do this? How dare he touch other people's property?

  "As long as it's not you.” Chay cupped her cheek. “I know you told us what he did to you, but what he's done here—this horrifies me. He's a sadistic bastard. If you'd been here by yourself...” He trailed off unwilling to voice what she'd already considered. Angrily he marched down the hall to see what else had been done.

  A moment later, he came back, his face ashen. “Jahz, promise me, as long as he's on the loose you'll stay with us. You'll always have one of us with you."

  Her blood seemed to drain away. “What did he do? What's worse than this?"

  "Don't—Jahz stop!” he exclaimed as she wrenched from both of them and dashed down the hall. The ceiling light cast a garish light on the shredded mattress and pictures ... slashed pictures of her ... amid crumpled pieces of her lingerie. A suspicious white substance coated much of it.

  She didn't fight as they pulled her from the room, out of the apartment and down the stairs. Garrett pulled off his leather jacket and wrapped it around her. It wasn't until his scent enveloped her that she realised she was shaking, her teeth clattering out of control.

  Sheriff West pulled to the kerb beside the sidewalk where they stood. “Folks,” he said, tipping his hat. “I'm gonna go on up and take a look, but I'll tell you right off, I believe this is connected to the assault on Kelly Sommers and Burt Thompson yesterday. I've ordered surveillance of this area. Kozminski is already on the detail and has warned Mrs. Gentry and her husbands."

  "What assault?” Jahz asked. Payton wouldn't hurt anyone besides her—or maybe Chay and Garrett because he was jealous. Would he? What had she brought to this idyllic small town?

  "We believe Ms. Sommers was poisoned. We're waiting for toxicology reports to be returned but the preliminary diagnosis and tests indicate that she somehow ingested or absorbed some sort of toxin."

  "And Burt?” she asked, feeling guilt that she assumed he was shirking duties last night.

  "Someone attacked him near the restaurant's dumpster last night. Dragged him behind it so he was out of sight. He called us after he regained consciousness. We checked the scene but there was nothing unusual. The city's forensics team will take a look when they get here—and now your apartment as well."

  "We thought he'd left without telling anyone,” Chay explained.

  That sound she'd heard—Pay had been that close to her! He could have dragged her from the kitchen and no one would have known. Why hadn't he?

  "Did you look in the dumpster?” she asked. “There should be a white floral box.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I bet it's not there anymore."

  While West jotted notes on his notepad, she explained about her ex husband, his abuse and their subsequent divorce. She told of the flowers she'd received the day before. “I might be wrong—I hope I'm wrong—but what if there was something in them. What if Kelly couldn't resist smelling them and that's what poisoned her? And then when Burt went outside later, he surprised Pay who was trying to retrieve them.” She shrugged. “Forget it. That's stupid. Why would my ex do that? He's a highly respected doctor. Smart. He could get away with what he did to me, he knows better than to think he could get away with this stuff."

  "Not so stupid,” Garrett disagreed. “I could imagine you would send a man over the deep end."

  "I swear if he touches you,” Chay enjoined. “I'll—"

  "Hey,” West interrupted as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves. “Let's not be making threats I'll have to remember later. Miss Monroe, I hate to admit it, but I think you've got a very good theory. Let's see if that box is still here, shall we?"

  Of course, it was gone. “Is there anyone else who might have reason to hurt you, Ms. Monroe?"

  She shook her head.

  "What about Andy?” Garrett asked.

  "Couldn't be,” she replied.

  "He attacked you at the party. He accused you of cheating on your husband and he obviously wanted you,” he reminded her.

  West wrote down the information. “That's a good point, Mr. Byrnam."

  "Pete, for God's sake. Call me Garrett. We've known each other since we were toddlers."

  "Whatever you say, Mr. Byrnam.” The sheriff winked at her then went to the car to retrieve a small tote.

  Once West had finished with them and gotten their cell phone numbers, they went back to the house and found there'd been no damage and no sign of entry. Minutes later, the place was locked up and they'd piled into Garrett's SUV for the trip south to Madison City where Jahz's parents lived.

  Jahz shifted in her seat, agitated at the thought of seeing her parents—well, having her parents meet Chay and Garrett. They were great guys, but she still wasn't sure of her parents’ reaction to the ménage relationship she'd entered. After the past few days and the way her two men had protectively closed in around her, she believed this liaison was turned on a long-term course.

  "Hey,” Chay said, leaning forward. “The police will find the guy who did this, whether it's Payton or Andy. Garrett and I will make sure you're safe."

  She shook her head. “It's not that. It's my family. Neither of my brothers have come home with more than one lover and neither has my sister. They're all happily married. One spouse each. I'm not sure how they'll take it."

  "But your mom knows. You've said that she encouraged you to come back."

  "Yeah, she did. I'm hoping that since Tam's dad is my father's brother that my dad will be somewhat
accepting.” She knew Chay wasn't from Cranston, that he and Garrett had met in college. “What did your parents think?"

  Chay laughed. “That I'm gay and lying to them. My mom keeps trying to get me to come out of the closet. Truthfully, I think she'll be relieved to meet you. And my dad will tell me he loves me then refuse to let me come to any gathering where people might find out and our family pics won't be on the walls of the house with those of my two brothers and their families. It's hard to take which is why I'm so thankful for Garrett's family. They get it."

  She sighed. “Polyamorous relationships aren't exactly mainstream. While people around the country are debating about same-sex marriage, no one's considering unions like those in Cranston. My parents are nice people, but don't be surprised if you're interrogated or if I get dragged aside and asked what the hell I'm doing."

  * * * *

  "What the hell are you doing?” Her father demanded after dragging her into the garage to ‘talk’ which meant he'd interrogate and she'd listen. Nervous about the confrontation, she ran her fingers along the hem of her new silk and lace top. Garrett had insisted on stopping for clothes on the way, and she now had several new outfits as well as sleepwear and underwear.

  "Dad,” Jahz pleaded. “I'm a grown up."

  "That's not what I asked, young lady. I know exactly how old you are and I know that a romantic relationship is intended to be between two people. One man and one woman."

  "Dad, traditional relationships are changing—"

  "You think I don't know that? I'm an anthropologist for God's sake. And don't ‘dad’ me in that tone of voice. I am not being unreasonable. We don't live in a primitive society where the natives are fighting to reproduce and the women have two men to raise the chance of conception. It's just not done here!"

  "It's not done here or it's not done in your family,” Jahz retorted, getting angry. “Well that's not true. Tam has done it and she is family. Look how happy she is. Don't you want me to be happy? I know you want me to have a traditional relationship, but I did that. Payton beat me up—more than once. He broke my bones a few times. He demeaned me, he got me fired, and now he's threatening me."