Page 22 of A Sinful Gift

He had been holding back this week, keeping his wildness under control, afraid to spook their girl, but now she was staying. She was theirs, and it was time he showed her what that meant. He unbuttoned the front of her jeans and gently tugged them down her legs. Blake moved at the same time, capturing her wrists at the small of her back. Her panties came off next, and Mason tossed them away. He moved close behind Hazel, sliding one hand between her legs to stroke the slick folds of her sex. She trembled as he penetrated her slowly, letting her feel his fingers as he played with her. Wetness began to coat his fingers, and she clenched her legs tight around him. She was ready. She met Blake’s gaze as the other man lifted his head from Hazel’s.

Mason gave him a nod, and Blake moved backward, falling onto the bed. He took Hazel with him so she lay on top of him. She squeaked at the sudden movement, but Blake distracted her with another kiss. She still wore her sweater and bra, but Mason didn’t mind—he had access to what he needed. Her pretty bottom was at the perfect height for him. He freed his cock and rubbed the tip of it along the wet seam of her sex and coated himself in Hazel’s arousal. Then he pushed into her. It was hard not to just surge deep, but he kept his control, letting her adjust to his size and sudden invasion. Then he rocked his hips, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head as he felt her inner walls grip him and squeeze.

“That’s it, sweetheart, grip my cock,” he growled as he surged deep in her again, making her whimper against Blake’s mouth. He fucked her slowly, taking his time, but he didn’t let himself come. When he felt she was close to coming, he pulled out of her and tapped Blake’s knee with one hand—the signal that they would share her together now.

Blake shifted his hips, moving Hazel up the bed a bit. He undid his own jeans and thrust into Hazel’s wet heat. She let out a little cry of pleasure, and Blake held still, letting her adjust to the sudden invasion.

Mason retrieved the tube of lube from the nightstand and drizzled it against the puckered hole of Hazel’s ass, working one well-coated finger inside her. He and Blake had worked on stretching her ass all week, and now would be the true test. Could she take them both?

He pressed against her entrance, pushing in inch by inch as she gasped and parted, taking him little by little. He could feel Blake’s cock through the inner wall that separated them. When Mason was finally,fullyinside her, she was panting hard and moaning. Blake released her wrists, and she braced herself on his chest, staring down at him wide-eyed. Mason wanted to be beneath her next time, wanted to see her face as she was completely filled by them.

“Good girl,” Mason praised gruffly. She gasped at his praise as he stroked a hand over her hair before he gripped her waist. Blake held the globes of her lush ass, and the two of them moved in perfect tandem. One slid in and the other slid out while she wriggled, groaned, and trembled between them, taking them as they moved faster and harder. Mason wanted to stay buried in Hazel’s body forever, to never let her leave this bed, such was the exquisite feeling of taking her like this.

His thrusts grew almost punishing as he let go of his fears and worries. She wasn’t leaving, she was staying. She washis. He and Blake shifted their rhythms, matching their thrusts into her at the same time, and it sent their good girl off like a grenade. She screamed and tensed, her body clamping down on both their shafts so hard Mason sucked in a harsh breath.

“Fuck!” Blake roared, and Mason couldn’t speak. He emptied himself into Hazel’s ass, his vision blurring as he felt his entire body reduced to one infinite point of joy and pleasure.

When he came back to himself, he was still buried balls-deep in Hazel, and she collapsed on Blake’s chest, her soft pants reaching Mason’s ears. Blake’s hand stroked her back in soothing patterns as he murmured soft things that made their girl smile, and she closed her eyes.

Mason trailed his own fingers over her spine then down over her ass and along her thighs as she shifted, getting more comfortable. He grinned. Only this girl would fall asleep with two men still inside her.

Mason withdrew, and she still didn’t stir. He cleaned himself off in the bathroom, stripped out of his jeans and briefs, and returned to the bed. Blake then let him take Hazel into his arms so that Blake could climb off the bed and take care of himself. Mason removed Hazel’s sweater and bra, and she murmured something drowsily but let him strip her.

When Blake rejoined them, sandwiching Hazel between them, she finally woke up a little and looked between Blake and Mason, her eyes playful but tired.

“Happy anniversary,” she said with all the contentedness of a sleepy kitten.

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Hazel couldn’t help but grin up at the two men who’d stolen her heart six years ago.

Mason laughed, and Blake rolled his eyes. “This was one hell of a game this year,” Mason said. “I almost thought for a minute you might actually leave us.”

She put a hand on Blake’s heart and then on Mason’s. “I would never leave you,” she vowed to them. “Never. I’m yours.”

“We know.” Blake nuzzled her neck and placed a soft kiss there.

She cuddled between the two men, marveling over how intense their anniversary week had been. Every year they played a game, taking turns as to whose fantasy they would play out. No matter how the game began, it always ended with love and devotion between the three of them. She’d lost so much in her life so early on that she needed to remind herself every year that she was blessed to love and be loved by Blake and Mason. It had been her idea to start the role-playing games as a way of reaffirming the love they shared.

This year had been her turn. She’d given it a lot of thought, and when she’d made her decision, she’d outlined her plan for the two of them. She wanted to be fought over at the bar, then rescued, only to be kidnapped and shared between them. She’d wanted to be at their mercy, feel like she’d been gifted to Blake and given to Mason. That fantasy of hers had been inspired by the night she and Blake had first made love while in law school.

She had beaten him at the moot court competition and agreed to get a drink with him. One thing had led to another, and they’d ended up back at his apartment. It was obvious from their first kiss that what lay between them was explosive. He’d taken her to places she’d never dreamed of with his passion and shown her what she’d really wanted from a lover. But as she lay contented in his arms, they both heard a door open. A blond-haired man the same age as Blake stood in the bedroom doorway watching them with hooded, lustful eyes. Blake peeled the sheets off her still sweat-dewed body and offered her to the other man. They’d taken her between them, pleasuring her until she thought she’d die from it. That was the first night she’d met Mason, the first night she’d been shared between them.

The chemistry had been explosive, but more than that, the love that had come so easily, so quickly between her and her two men had been astounding. But it had always been terrifying to feel so much for both of them so fast. She’d fled the next morning, determined to keep her distance, to never trust her heart, but damn them... she couldn’t stay away. She belonged with these two men as surely as they belonged with her.

So she’d done the crazy thing and gone back to them. With her heart on her sleeve, she’d walked into Blake’s apartment to find both men desperate to know where she’d gone. Blake jerked her into his arms, holding on to her as if she were the very air in his lungs, and Mason quietly smiled and took his turn holding her once Blake felt able to let her go. It was impossible not to trust that kind of love, the love that bound them so deeply together that fear had no place left in their hearts.

Next year it would be Mason’s turn, and Hazel knew he had plenty of ideas of how he wanted their anniversary to go, but things were changing, and soon they would all face a far different future. Sometimes it was hard to imagine she’d been crazy enough in love to marry Blake just a few months after sleeping with him and Mason, or that she’d had a private ceremony with Mason just outside his home by the lake to tie herself to him too.

The three of them had been inseparable ever since, and while Hazel wasn’t Mason’s wife on paper, she was as married to him in her heart as she was to Blake.

“I think it’s time we told Blake about your anniversary present,” Mason said as he traced circles on her bare shoulder. She looked up at him, her nerves suddenly spiking. “Go on, sweetheart. Tell him.”

Hazel rolled over to face Blake, and his gaze searched hers for answers, but he didn’t press her to speak right away.

“I... um... so you know that Mason has been working on some special projects for clients?” Hazel said as she brushed a lock of dark hair back from Blake’s blue eyes, and his worried expression softened.

“Yes,” Blake said slowly, showing patience even as she danced around the subject.

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