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I do the same to Shep.

“Christ,” Doc groans. “She’s double-fisting us.”

“Ja,”is Shep’s breathy reply.

Shep’s penis is slightly thicker, and Doc’s is slightly longer. They both feel absolutely perfect as I squeeze tight and revel in the rasping of my palms over the silky-smooth skin.

I notice wetness at the tip of Doc’s shaft first. Then Shep’s. I remember how Shep tastes since I had him in my mouth yesterday in that little nook by the freezer in the kitchen. But I’ve never tasted Doc before. So, when the feeling of that moisture makes my mouth water, it’s Doc who I dive down on first.

“Christ,chér.” His hands surround my head, and I freeze for a second. I wait for the darkness to claim me, because my head has been grabbed like this before. I’ve been forced to perform this act with roughness and threats. But there’s no violence in Doc’s touch. In fact, his hands tremble as he follows my movements up and down, up and down, never hurting, never shoving. And the sounds he makes are pure and beautiful. I’m giving him pleasure, and he’s receiving it gratefully. I’m proud. I love doing this.

I want to do it to Shep, too.

My experience is nearly non-existent, but hopefully, I have enough enthusiasm to make up for it as I switch my licking and sucking to Shep and use my hand on Doc. I’m not coordinated at first, but soon, I have a rhythm going. I squeeze Doc’s slick shaft in my hand and slide down on him as I take Shep into my mouth as deep as I can go. It’s not quite all the way, but it’s close, and Shep’s groan suggests he doesn’t mind that I can’t fit the final half-inch. With hand and mouth, I come up at the same time, then go down again.

It's a dance, and like dancing, it’s a workout. I feel my abs contracting. Muscles in my back and butt are engaged. And my jaw aches with a sweet burn that doesn’t deter me one bit.

Back and forth I go between my two blondies, listening as their quick breaths turn into groans, and, in Doc’s case, dirty words.

“Fuck,chér.Your mouth is incredible. Yeah. Suck me like that, baby. Suck me like a Hoover.Christ.”

It’s Doc who floods my mouth with his salty come first. Once I finish cleaning him with my tongue, I enjoy making Shep orgasm, too. I recognize his familiar flavor when he fills my mouth. It’s similar to Doc’s but sweeter, like the cookies he bakes.

Feeling like a sex goddess, I sit back on my heels and lick my lips. My guys are both staring at me with red faces and flushed chests working like a pair of bellows. They look like they’ve run a marathon.

Doc whispers, “Fuck,chér.”

Shep says, “Am I allowed to ask about the second part of the dream now?”

Doc rolls his eyes, but he’s chuckling too.

We all break out laughing, and I fall into bed between them.

Chapter 7

Shep

The cave’s mawwaits to devour us as Doc and I stand, hands on hips, wondering what the heck we are supposed to do. With breakfast in our bellies, we hiked to the far side of the shooting range and around the spring-fed pool. In the cliffs there is the cave where we have been keeping the pelican. Rev has been caring for it, feeding it and spending time with it every day in an attempt to learn as much as he can from it, but he hasn’t gotten anything new, lately. Maybe, somehow, we can help.

“What now?” Doc says, as we peer into the darkness.

I shrug. “I guess we go inside.”

The sound of boots on pebbles makes us both spin around. It’s Brawn plodding through the trees like Sasquatch. “Caught these this morning.” He holds up a clear bag filled with the Rainbow Smelt I like to mash up with mayonnaise into a tuna-fish-tasting mixture. “Was gonna clean them and put them in the freezer for you, but Rev said to bring them up here. You have any idea why?”

I take the bag from him. It’s a good fifteen pounds. Much of it is scale and bone, but what’s left would make sandwiches for everyone for the day. I start to thank him, but Doc interrupts.

“Oh! For the bird!” He grabs the bag from me and holds it aloft. “The Working provideth!”

Brawn gives him a what-the-fuck look before shrugging and stalking away.

“Cora said we’re supposed to talk to it, right?” Doc says. “This can only help. Plus, Rev sent them, so maybe it’s important to whatever we’re supposed to do.”

“Perhaps,” I agree, but I’m secretly mourning the loss of fish sandwiches for lunch. Oh well. It’s not like I have time to clean several dozen smelt when there is so much to do to fortify our home. “So, we feed Bernard fish, and then what?”

Last night, after the most smoking-hot hour of my life, recreating Cora’s dream, she told us about the second part. Suffice it to say it was nothing like I expected.

“Well, the dream showed you two talking to Bernard in his cave,” she’d said.

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