Page 25 of The Forbidden Trio

Gotta calm down. Be realistic. Just breathe.

She focused on the two men’s breathing, tried to align hers with theirs, to be in the moment. Eventually, her racing pulse calmed, and she slept, nestled in their arms.

Chapter Seven

They spent another lazy day on the beach, and Jessie did her best to relax, to talk to Paul and Noah as though everything was fine. The sun was shining, warming her skin, and they shared a picnic on the beach, feeding each other tempting bites, stopping to kiss between bites. It was a beautiful day, in every way. But she couldn’t seem to stop thinking, her mind churning. The only thing that made her brain stop was sex—the absolutely unbelievable sex with these two gorgeous men. She could hardly wait until they got back to their tent that night, couldn’t wait for that lovely escape, and the release her body so desperately needed.

At the end of the day, they returned to the camp to shower and change, then Noah suggested they go to the casinos to have dinner and gamble a little. They found one of the big buffets at a hotel on the main strip, but Jessie didn’t have much appetite. She was too distracted by the clanging bells from the slot machines, the crowd talking and laughing. There were too many people there, too much cigarette smoke. And not enough time alone with Paul and Noah.

As they walked out of the restaurant and into the casino lobby, Paul came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay, sugar?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just… can we get out of here?”

Noah closed in on her other side. “You’re not feeling sick, are you?”

She saw the concern on his face, then she glanced at Paul, seeing the same reflected in his eyes. “I’m fine. Really. I just… I just need to be with you two again. Can we do that? Just get back to camp and get out of these clothes?”

Noah smiled. “You don’t have to ask twice, Jessie.”

Paul squeezed her shoulder, whispering in her ear as they walked outside. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure.” She smiled at him, her heart a hard, hammering beat in her chest, knowing she would be naked again with them soon. She really was okay now.

They got back to their campground, and Paul lit the lantern while they stripped their clothes off. Jessie went immediately into their arms, and they kissed her, kissed each other in some sinuous dance, lips and tongues joining together. Her body went soft and liquid with need—powerful desire that made her skin hum, but beneath it was something more. A strong affection for Noah, who had brought them together. And for Paul, love. Pure love, made more intense by their years of friendship, by her utter trust in him, by knowing the incredible man he was.

God, I am in deep, deep trouble.

“What do you need, Jess?” the man she loved asked her. “Tell us.”

She was melting, hot and loose beneath their hands.

What did she need? She needed Paul to love her back. But could he? He was who he was—a bisexual man who seemed to mostly prefer men. Despite their friendship, was this any different for him?

Stay in the moment. You’re here with him.

And the moment was amazing. She took a breath. “Right now I just… I want to betakenby you both. Taken over. I need it.”

“Ah, baby,” Paul murmured.

“Come here, beautiful girl,” Noah whispered as they pulled her closer.

They were all hot mouths, seeking hands, hard flesh pressing against each other as they kissed her, stroking her body. It felt as if there were more than four hands on her. It felt as if they were one being, heated flesh and sleek tongues, and the scent of desire heavy in the air. There were hands on her breasts, kneading the flesh and tugging on her sensitive nipples. Hands roaming up her spine, making her shiver. Hands dipping between her thighs, exploring the damp flesh there, diving inside her, making her gasp in pleasure.

“Christ, Jess,” Paul moaned. “You are so damn wet.

Noah whispered against her ear, “Have you ever been spanked, Jessie? Have you ever wanted to be?”

“Do you want to spank me, Noah?”

She would do anything for them right now.

“Oh, yeah. Paul?”

“Yes… Are you kidding? Fuck, yeah.”

Then their hands were on her, shifting their position, turning her until she was laid out facedown across both their laps. Noah’s cock was hard as steel, pushing against her thighs, and Paul’s rock-hard shaft pressed into the soft flesh of her belly. She was soaking wet, shaking with need already, wanting the spanking, even though it scared her a little.

“What if I can’t take it? I know I won’t be able to take what Noah can.”

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