Page 41 of Tropical Heat

“No. You’re here now, so tell us what you really came for, because it wasn’t to rent a room,” Dante growled.

“You are absolutely right. While it is true, I have still not found a place to live and my Realtor mentioned you might be looking for a roommate, it is not why I am here.” I took a deep breath. “In the last few weeks, I’ve taken a hard look at myself and the mistakes I’ve made. Like jumping into a relationship I didn’t understand, nor was emotionally ready for.”

“Why don’t we sit down,” said Zak. For the next half hour, they listened without interrupting, as I apologized for the way I had hurt them and tried to explain what I discovered about fear and intimacy.

“I am a work in progress and although I’m better equipped emotionally to deal with my fears, I can't promise there won't be times when I get scared. But if you still want me to be a part of your lives, I promise I won't run away. I’ll stay and fight for what could be a lifetime of happiness.” Neither man said a word. Holding back tears, I added, “But if it is too late for that and you no longer want me in your lives, I will understand.”

Dante rubbed the back of his neck and finally spoke, but not to me. “What do you think, Zak?”

“I believe everyone deserves a second chance,” he said.

“So do I.” He stood and pulled me into his arms. “We’ve missed you so much.”

Zak joined our embrace. Their bodies against mine made me painfully aware of how long it had been since my last satisfying orgasm. I was looking forward to some passionate make up sex, when without warning, Zak pulled back and asked what time it was.

“Shit, our reservation.” Dante said.

Seeing the look of confusion on my face, Zak explained., “We planned to have dinner at The Beachcomber. We were supposed to be getting ready when you knocked on the door.”

“But Zak couldn’t keep his hands off of me,” Dante smirked. “So we ended up fooling around instead of getting ready.”

“Would you like to join us?” Zak asked.

Gesturing to my scrubs, I pointed out I was not dressed for a fancy restaurant. Dante replied, “I think he meant the fooling around part.”

“I hoped that was what he meant, but didn’t want to assume.” Having come straight from the hospital, I had not showered yet. “Why don’t you boys get started and I will join you once I clean up?”

“Don’t be too long,” Dante said, as I ducked into the first floor bathroom. Before shutting the door, I gave him a wink and replied, “Yes, Sir.”

I turned on the shower and washed quickly. But with no one to share my bed, I had been lax with the housekeeping. I was relieved when I spotted one of the men’s razors on a shelf above the tub. When I finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and went upstairs.

They had left the lights on and did not notice me standing in the doorway. Leaning against the jamb, I watched as they undressed one another. Warmth pooled between my thighs. In terms of the universe, we had only been apart for a blink of the eye, but it seemed like an eternity since I had last felt their touch.

But rather than rushing to join them, I lingered, watching. Their kisses and touches were soft and gentle. The movements of two people who loved each other deeply. The thought caused me a moment of panic. With their hearts so filled with love for one another, could there be any room left for me?

Relief washed away the thought, when Dante turned and asked, “Are you going to just keep standing there watching us, or are you going to come here and let us love you?” I stepped into the room, allowed the towel to fall away, and let them cocoon me in their warmth.

With their hard bodies pressed against my bare flesh, they alternated turns kissing my neck and lips. In hushed tones, they professed their affection for me. I whispered soft ‘I love yous’, in return.

As the kisses grew in intensity, so did the arousal. Their mouths moved lower; layering my collarbone with soft kisses. Slowly they worked their way to my heaving breasts. When Zak took a nipple into his mouth, I gave out a long sigh of satisfaction. Dante soon had the other clamped between his teeth.

A hand gently stroked my outer thigh. I shifted, wanting to feel its fingers between my legs. The appendage withdrew, and Dante gave a low chuckle. “Don't make me beg," I pleaded. “Not tonight, not after I've ached for so long to feel your touch again.”

Without a word, his hand returned. Its fingers tracing the margins of my labia. Knowing better than to press my luck, I bit my lower lip, suppressing the urge to thrust against his hand. Zak's hardness pressed against my hip. I found his mouth with mine and wrapped a hand around his shaft. He was as needy as I was and sucked my lower lip into his mouth.

Arousal leaked between my legs. Dante had to have felt it too and known how desperate I was for more of his touch. But he never moved beyond my swollen outer lips. When I could no longer bear his torment, I opened my mouth to tell him that if all he was going to do was tease, he should give Zak a turn. Before I got the words out, he looked across my flushed chest at the other man and asked, “Would you like it if Morgan sucked your cock while I attend to her needs?”

“Yes, please, Sir,” we replied in unison. Dante smirked before directing us into position.

Kneeling on my hands and knees between Zak's legs, I ran my tongue up one side of his beautiful shaft and down the other. I had just taken him into my mouth when Dante's tongue parted my seam. My hips instinctively pressed back against his tongue, causing my head to drop lower. Which in turn, forced more of Zak into my mouth. “God, that feels so good,” he groaned.

I swirled my tongue with as much focus as I could muster while having my pussy licked and sucked. It must have been enough, because he soon had his fingers tangled in my still damp hair.

Dante slipped a pair of fingers into me and I could feel my orgasm rising. Zak was also getting close, but I pulled him from my mouth and looked back over my shoulder. “Dante, put your cock in me. I want the three of us to come together.”

When he entered me, I gave out a loud gasp. Oh, how I had missed that feeling of being so completely filled. After allowing my walls a moment to adjust to Dante’s girth, I took Zak back into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the rim of his head, changing direction every time Dante moved over my g-spot. Between the extended foreplay and my month long hiatus from sex, all it would have taken for me to come was a slight change in angle. But for reasons I could not fully explain, it was important to me the three of us orgasm simultaneously.

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