Page 160 of Their Master

And then Smith drove himself deep, closed his eyes, and savored the unbearably intimate and erotic sensation of his two lovers climaxing along with him.

∞∞∞

Moira woke up just before dawn, wedged between two hard, hot male bodies. She lay there in contented silence, reveling in the utter perfection of the moment.

Smith was home—atlast—and Christmas was just a few days away. She and Luke—with some rather rambunctious help from Alexander—had enjoyed themselves so much decorating the tree, but they had all missed Smith.

He’d promised it would be the last trip for a long time and she was eager to have him at home.

Moira smiled; she had the perfect Christmas gift for both men, although it would only be a surprise to one of them.

The hand that had been resting between her breast and Luke’s back began to move south, not stopping until it was cupping her mound.

“Good morning,” Smith mumbled, sliding a finger between her lower lips and giving her core a lazy caress.

“Yes, it is,” she said, purring with contentment and raising her upper leg over Luke’s hip to give Smith better access.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said.

Moira smiled. “Stop talking about it, and do it,” she taunted.

His chest shook with mirth as his fat crown pushed inside her. “Does that hurt?” he asked, stilling.

“It feels good.” He felt better than good; he felt perfect.

Luke shifted and rolled onto his side to face them. “’Morning.”

“Did we wake you?” Smith asked, his hips moving in languid thrusts, his fingers stroking her engorged peak.

Luke blinked his bleary blue gaze—he was always so slow to wake up—and then his lips curved into a smile as his gaze moved from her to Smith and then back. “Yes. But I’m glad. This is better than Christmas.”

Moira reached for Luke. “Come here.”

Luke shook his head. “No, I just want to watch. I’m usually too euphoric to pay attention.”

Moira relaxed back against Smith and let her eyes close, luxuriating in the touch of one man and the rapt attention of another.

As Smith’s clever fingers and big cock worked her slowly toward orgasm she reflected, not for the first time, how very fortunate she was. The number three was not an easy one when it came to love—or at least she’d never known anyone to make a success of it and she had grown up surrounded by people with a far more pliable notion of morality than most.

And yet she had never been happier. Especially now that Smith was back with them. Just wait until he found out…

Her pulse quickened as Smith began to ride her harder, the soft ball of his thumb speeding her toward bliss.

Moira forced her eyes open as the pressure built inside her, meeting Luke’s gaze.

He smiled, the love in his eyes the last nudge she needed to go flying.

“Come for us, Moira,” Smith whispered in her ear, and then he buried himself deeply and flew with her.

∞∞∞

Luke took full advantage of both Moira and Smith’s momentary loss of awareness to devour them.

The last two years had been the best of his life, far better than anything he’d ever hoped for—or even dared to dream.

While it saddened him that few people outside this house—excepting Smith’s small circle of friends—could ever know that he had two such wonderful lovers, keeping the truth from his brothers and their families was a small price to pay for his happiness.

The only person he was concerned about—the only one who would be hurt if the truth of their lives ever leaked out—was Alexander.

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