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"Now," Dane grunted, his hips thrusting urgently. "Now."
I let myself go, coming in Blue's mouth. She swallowed, continuing to suck me as Dane came, groaning out his orgasm.
We collapsed on the bed, a tangle of limbs, sweat and gasping air. It took long moments to finally calm.
"That was fucking out of this world." I finally said, reaching a hand out to cup Blue's voluptuous ass. "Think you about broke my dick."
"That's a shame," she muttered, her head on Dane's chest.
"Don't worry, he says this every time." Dane pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. "I'll show you how to get him back up."
My cock, the appendage I had thought would never work again, stirred.
"Oh?" Blue asked. "Is it very hard?"
"Only if we do it right."
They both moved, reaching for me. For a moment, I considered protesting. Tonight was meant to be about Blue. But then Dane directed her to sit on my face while he started sucking on my cock and I forgot all protests.
This is heaven.
Chapter Five
Blue
In the space of less than twenty-four hours my entire life had changed. I'd gone from being single, lonely and feeling a little frumpy to being in a relationship with two men who adored every part of me.
After the marathon sex session, we'd fallen asleep. I'd found myself alternating between being the little spoon with either Drake or Dane, or being squished between them. It surprised me that there had been no jealousy. Instead, we'd fallen together in a rhythm I still didn't understand. It felt easy, fun, and somehow deeper – and oh, so right.
I'd woken this morning alone in bed, dragged myself out and found the guys sitting on the front porch drinking coffee and waiting for cinnamon buns to finish baking. Dane had pulled me into his lap while Drake went and made me a cup. We'd sat there, chatting about their dreams for their business, for us, for this big house they wanted to fill with memories… and maybe kids.
We ate sticky warm buns on the porch, the breeze warm and the sun bright. I thought they'd want to take me back to bed, but instead they showed me around the property, pointing out all the features and explaining the upgrades. In the barn, they pressed me into the hayloft, now an additional storage room complete with beat-up leather couch, and took turns eating my pussy until I had to cry for mercy. I then watched, sprawled across the couch, completely spellbound as I watched Drake and Dane fuck. They knew each other's limits, knew how to stroke, how to press, how hard to move, what to do to elicit the exact response they needed to come.
And come they did. With me watching, their bodies locked together, they came and I watched relishing their pleasure, basking in their love. That love flowed through me, enveloped me, burrowed its way into the darkest parts of my soul, erasing doubts and engraving this feeling into my core.
I love them.
They were so different. Dane – dark, quiet and more likely to touch than speak. Though I'd discovered he had no trouble taking control and issuing orders in the heat of the moment. And Drake – light, loud and jovial. He liked to watch as much as he liked to partake, something which had surprised me considering he was so hands-on and commanding outside the bedroom.
"There's nothing here," Drake ran a hand through his hair, the other holding the refrigerator door open as he peered at the empty shelves.
I blinked, snapping back, trying to shake off the fog of emotions.
"I… I don't understand how you boys ate it all in the few days between me seeing you shopping and today." I finally commented from my seat at their long island, trying to ignore the way my heart ached happily in my chest.
"We're growing boys." Drake protested, shooting me a cheeky grin. "Can't expect any food to last around here." He turned back to the fridge. "Case in point."
"Then let's go out," Dane said, exiting the laundry. He hefted the basket up, dropping a kiss on my head as he passed. "Bronze Horseman has a band tonight," he called over his shoulder as he headed outside to the clothesline.
Drake shut the door, moving to lean against the counter. He gave me an eyebrow lift.
I shrugged. "They do have great food."
"And you like dancing," Drake smiled. "You, us, we'll tear up the dance floor."
My heart skipped a little. "Are you sure you want to…" I trailed off, trying to find the words. "Declare like that?"
"Declare you're ours and we're all together?" Drake asked, not allowing me to look away. "Baby, we've wanted to do that for years."
