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She tried to answer but her head swam at the overwhelming sensations.

  Marc, attuned to her vulnerability, stood and grabbed her by the shoulder. “I think we need to move this party somewhere more comfortable. And horizontal.”

  Rob stood to lead the way into Marc’s room.

  Sara was thankful for Rob’s guidance as she tottered on unsteady legs into the bedroom. She stopped at the side of the bed and bent to remove her heels.

  “NO!”

  She jumped at their combined yells and looked up, unsure. “What?”

  “I said leave them on.”

  Sara looked between Marc and Rob, baffled by their demand. “What, in bed?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yes.”

  “But the sheets will g—”

  “I don’t care and neither should you.” Marc crawled onto the bed and pulled her down next to him.

  “I think she needs to occupy herself with something else,” Rob murmured as he watched Marc wrestle out of his jeans.

  “Something like this?” Marc asked in an innocent voice as he fisted his erect cock.

  Sara licked her lips as she watched his hand. She had never really been eager to give blowjobs before but with Marc and Rob, she craved them. Loved watching her men lose control. Loved pushing them to the edge.

  Sara crawled to Marc and burrowed between his legs. She rose up on her hands and knees and bent her head toward his straining cock.

  “Uh-uh. Ask for permission,” Rob growled.

  She looked over her shoulder at him in confusion. Was he kidding? His serious expression made her think he wasn’t. She looked up at Marc, who watched with an amused smirk.

  She could play their game. And win too. She looked up at Marc, blinked dramatically and asked in a breathless, husky voice, “Please, sir, may I suck your cock?” She bit her lower lip in an exaggerated pout.

  Rob groaned behind her.

  Marc cleared his throat. “Yes,” he answered in a raspy voice.

  A smug grin curved her lips as she bent forward to lick his cock. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, pausing to lick the ridge on the underside. Marc jumped in response. She fondled his balls in one hand while she held his cock in the other. Moving her lips over his cock, she learned every curve and vein. Finally, she took him into her mouth, just the head, and tickled the sensitive ridge with her tongue.

  She jumped as she felt a touch on her ass. Rob slowly ran his hand up and down her flank, reminding her of his presence. That just made it all the naughtier—giving a blowjob while Rob looked on.

  Sara growled and wiggled her hips at him.

  Rob responded with a quick, sharp spank.

  Sara gave a muffled squeal.

  “Dude, lighten up with that shit. She’s kind of in a delicate position here.” Marc glared at Rob behind her.

  Sara wasn’t sure how Rob responded but it apparently wasn’t very pleasant, given the look on Marc’s face. She endeavored to make him happy again. She took him into her mouth as deep as he would go and swallowed around him. Darting a look up, she saw his lowered eyelids and smiled smugly. Tightening the hand holding his cock, she slowly slid back to the tip, her hand following her lips. She gave the head a quick tongue bath, flickering the ridge beneath before diving back as far as she could go again. She tried to keep a regular rhythm going but Rob’s caresses made it a difficult task.

  Rob nudged her knees farther apart and knelt between them. She felt something thick and hard probing between her thighs. She parted her legs even wider as the probing turned into a fluttering caress.

  Sara gave a sigh of relief—she wasn’t quite ready for the main event. Rob’s fingers slowly ran up and down her pussy lips. He dipped into the seam and teased her clit in a circling stroke. Sara moaned and rocked back into him. She loved Rob’s magic fingers but she just felt empty. As if he heard her unspoken request, he pressed his fingers into her pussy while he teased her clit.

  Sara squirmed. She knew she was close. She soon forgot every thought in her head as Rob grew rougher in his caresses. He flicked at her clit while he plunged his finger in and out of her. She panted around Marc’s cock, unable to do anything else. So close, just a few more… She gave a muffled groan as her body splintered apart. Tears filled her eyes as spasm after spasm shook her body.

  Marc lifted a hand to brush the tears from her cheeks then pushed her off his cock. “Are you okay, babe?”

  Sara swallowed and nodded before leaning forward and taking Marc back into her mouth. She didn’t want him to feel as though he got the bad end of this arrangement. Her orgasm gave her a clearer purpose—she had to make him come. She was going to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had.

  “Hey, man, where are your condoms?”

  Marc gestured vaguely to his left, never taking his gaze off hers. Brushing the hair out of her eye, he rested his hands lightly on the sides of her face. Sara didn’t feel coerced or controlled by his gesture. She held all the power and knew it.

  “What the hell?”

  Marc’s cock tumbled out of her mouth with a pop at Rob’s enraged shout.

  “You want to explain this?” Rob help up a blue-and-green-spotted condom.

  Sara didn’t understand. But Marc apparently did, given the way his shoulders shook as he held back his laugh.

  “What?” he asked in a trembling voice.

  Rob gritted his teeth. “Never mind. Don’t think I’m going to forget this.”

  Sara looked between them in confusion.

  Marc leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I think you might want to watch this.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  Rob shook his head as he rolled the condom down his impressive length.

  Sara let out a shriek of laughter. The novelty condom made Rob’s cock look as if it were a scaly, menacing snake. The tip of the condom reservoir became a tongue jutting out of the snake’s mouth.

  Her shoulders shook as she tried to hold back her laughter. “I-I don’t know what to say. It’s…impressive.”

  Marc howled in laughter.

  “All right, buddy. I get it. We’re even.” Rob looked over at Marc and shook his head ruefully before his eyes turned serious. He inclined his head in that way men had that acknowledged the other as an equal.

  Marc returned the nod then winked at Sara and nodded at his swaying erection. “I think you still have a job to finish here, sweetheart.”

  Sara’s heart melted at the exchange between her men. The three of them could make this whole crazy thing work after all. She swallowed hard at the emotion clogging her throat before diving back into Marc’s lap. She soon worked back into a steady rhythm. She wiggled her hips at Rob. All their mirth hadn’t decreased her arousal. She wanted him inside her.

  A sharp slap on her ass had her swallowing convulsively on Marc.

  She pulled back and panted, “What the hell was that for?”

  “That was for laughing at me.” Rob positioned himself behind her. “And this is for being so damn sexy.” He thrust into her, burying himself balls-deep in one go.

  Sara’s eyelids drooped. God, that felt so good.

  Rob slowly withdrew. Her pussy clasped him tightly, begging him not to leave. He soon built up a pounding rhythm. Sara dug her fingers into Marc’s thighs and went along for the ride.

  “Open up, baby.” Marc drew her attention back to his forgotten cock.

  Sara obeyed, opening her mouth wide. At this point she didn’t have the ability to concentrate on giving Marc the best blowjob ever. Between Rob’s pounding cadence and his tantalizing fingers on her clit, she couldn’t focus. But Marc didn’t seem to mind. He thrust into her mouth, creating a counterbalance to Rob’s tempo. Sara found herself bouncing between two hot, hard cocks.

  The finger that had been flicking and circling her clit disappeared. Sara tried to focus on the cock in her mouth and the pounding pace Rob had set but the sensation of probing around her asshole had her tensing. Her entire body froze, suspended between her two guys. S
he had never experimented there. She had never thought about doing that. How could he—why was he?

  “Just relax, babe.”

  Sara huffed around Marc’s cock. Relax? Was Rob kidding? She was bouncing between two cocks and she was supposed to relax when he wanted to probe her ass?

  “Just open yourself up to it. You’ll never know if you like new things unless you try them.”

  Sara barely held back the eye roll. Like Rob had ever tried this. With a deep breath, she concentrated on loosening her shoulders to ease the tension from her body. And she gave herself up to the sensation. She trusted them.

  Soon she lost herself in the gripping cadence of their dance again, Rob continuing to softly probe her behind with his lube-slickened fingers. Sara was climbing, reaching toward her climax. Just when she hovered on the edge, Rob plunged his thumb inside her.

  Sara broke. Her body trembled as wave after wave rushed over her. Her skin tingled from the electricity racing through her veins. In sensory overload, she moaned around Marc’s cock still buried in her mouth.

  Her surrender and the vibrations from her moaning must have made Marc’s thin control snap, she decided as she swallowed the pulsating jet of his climax. It was either swallow or drown. Marc’s fingers buried in her hair and she couldn’t summon the energy to pull back. Finally, Marc sagged against the headboard, his hands flopping uselessly at his sides.

  Sara panted as she tried to catch her breath. She felt Rob still inside her but motionless. She squeezed down on his cock with her Kegel muscles.

  Rob sucked in a breath.

  She squeezed again.

  “Fuck me. Are you doing that voluntarily?”

  Sara squeezed again. “What?” she asked innocently.

  “That,” he groaned as she squeezed him once more. “Ah, baby. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Us guys need a little recovery time.”

  “Oh, you’re done?”

  “Like I could hold back from your vise grip.” Rob’s hand brushed her hip as he held on to the condom before pulling out of her and flopping down on her other side.

  Sara snuggled between her guys and wiggled like a contented puppy. She looked over at Rob’s limp snake. “Uh, what was it you said about recovery time?”

  Rob shook his head. “I think we’ve created a monster.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Marc raced down the hall with a shrieking Sara on his heels.

  “Give me my skirt back! I’m going to be late for work.”

  He stopped in the middle of the living room, holding her clothes above his head. “Maybe we can negotiate a little something.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  “God, Marc, we’re not ten years old anymore. Come on. I have to get ready for work.”

  “Someone didn’t say the magic word.” Marc teasingly dangled her skirt just out of her reach.

  Crossing her arms over her chest, Sara glared at him and shook her head.

  “Ah honey, you look so cute when you try to be threatening.” He dropped his tone into baby talk. “Who’s a little tyrant?”

  “That’s it!” Sara rushed him and pounced on his chest before shimmying up his body like a monkey on a tree.

  Marc grunted as one pointy knee made contact with his stomach.

  “Yes.” Sara grabbed the skirt then jumped away from him. “I got it. I go-o-o-o-t it.” Singing her little song, she performed an impressive victory dance complete with hip shaking and boob bouncing.

  “Uh-uh. You still have to pay the piper.”

  “Yeah, well, you have to catch me first.” Sara took off in a run but didn’t make it three steps before Marc grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder.

  “Now that you tried to run away, I’m afraid your payment has turned into a punishment.” Marc began to take his deliciously wiggling package back to his room but stopped when he heard a knock at the front door. “Shit.”

  Marc took stock of his almost naked body and Sara’s gorgeous seminude one.

  “Just a second,” he yelled. He slowly lowered Sara to the ground and gave her back her clothes.

  They turned at the sound of the front door opening. “Really, Marc, you should lock your d—”

  His mother’s voice had Marc diving for the blanket lying over the back of the couch. He quickly wrapped Sara in it and gave her a shove down the hall.

  “Morning, Mrs. Sinclair,” Sara mumbled as she darted out of the room.

  “God, Ma. Would it kill you to treat my home with a little respect? I’m a grown man with a house of my own. What’s the matter with you?”

  “What’s the matter with me? Don’t speak to me with that tone. I could turn you over my knee before you knew what was coming.”

  Marc snorted. He’d like to see that. He’d been taller than his mother by the time he was twelve. “Why are you here so early on a Tuesday morning, Ma?”

  “I just heard the most outrageous thing about you and your friends. And I wanted to hear it straight from you that it wasn’t true.”

  God, the way she was looking at him made him feel like he was fifteen again and had just gotten caught necking in the barn with Becky Tomas. Marc cleared his throat. “What outrageous thing?”

  “That you, Sara and Rob were an item.” She snorted. “Like any son of mine would be so crass to have been…” She trailed off, the smile falling from her face as she looked behind him.

  Rob and Sara stood in the doorway, dressed with their hands clasped. Sara gave him a sad look then glanced away.

  “Uh, I need to get back to my place and get ready for work.” She gave Rob a peck on his cheek. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night, guys.” She passed Marc without looking at him. “Bye, Mrs. Sinclair.”

  “Sara, wait.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest. “Ma, it’s true. We’re—all three of us—are together. I know it’s a lot to take in but I hope in time you’ll be able to…”

  Without a word, his mother turned and walked out the door.

  “Mom?” Marc stared at the doorway.

  She left. She just left him.

  “Give her a little time. She loves you.” Rob patted him on the shoulder. “I know she’ll come around.”

  “She just left.” Marc couldn’t wrap his head around it. She didn’t yell. She didn’t scream. She walked away from him and didn’t look back. What the hell did that mean? Was she out of his life forever? Was she coming back? His heart felt like a lead weight.

  “I’m sorry, Marc.” Sara nuzzled her head in his chest and wrapped her arms around him. “But she’ll come around. I’m sure of it.”

  “I just… I can’t deal with this right now.” Marc ripped himself out of Sara’s arms and stalked out of the room.

  Sara watched Marc’s retreating back with a heavy heart. He shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. She wanted to be there for him.

  “Let him go.”

  “What? But we could—”

  “Just give him some time. He’ll be okay.”

  She shook her head. “He shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

  “And he won’t. Just like you won’t be alone when you have to deal with your mother.”

  Sara avoided Rob’s eyes.

  “And just like I won’t be alone when I have to deal with the guys from the force.”

  Sara flinched. The good ole boys on the force would have a lot to say about their relationship. How would Rob deal with that? God, she was being selfish. Why? Why was she doing this to her best friends?

  “We’ll be okay. There are three of us to lean against here.” Rob drew her in for a bone-crunching hug. “It’ll be fine. You just see.”

  Sara tried to nod convincingly. Sure, they’d be fine. They could survive being run out of town and away from everyone they knew. Right? Right?

  Sara sat in the parking lot after a full day’s work. At least she assumed it was a full day of work. She had spent her entire shift on autopilot, unable to get that look on Marc’s
face out of her head. He was hurting and she hated it.

  After starting the car, she drove without a thought to her destination. She wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. She wanted to be alone. She needed to think through their whole tangled mess.

  Was she being selfish? Having her cake and eating it too? What the hell did that mean anyway? Why wouldn’t she eat it? It was her damn cake after all. She shouldn’t feel ashamed of their relationship. Those small-minded people should feel ashamed for turning their backs on their own family. How could a mother do that? How could Marc’s mother do that? That woman loved her children more than any mother she had ever seen.

  Marc’s house had been her surrogate home. The one they had all gone to after school. She had spent the better part of her childhood wishing Mrs. Sinclair was her mother. How could she turn her back on all of them? They were all her children, she told them so often enough growing up.

  Her surroundings came into focus. While she was busy sorting through her feelings on her relationship with the guys and their parents, she had apparently driven to the outskirts of town to Marc’s parents’ farm. Sara stopped the car and looked at the gorgeous house with the wraparound porch. So many times, she had wished this was her home. So many times, the three of them had played here.

  She sat in her car, thinking about all the childhood hijinks they had gotten up to. The time Marc had gotten lost playing hide-and-seek in the back pasture. The time Rob had broken his arm jumping down from the barn roof. She’d never forget the look on his face.

  Her stomach began to churn at the remembered vision of his mangled, twisted arm. But Mrs. Sinclair hadn’t flinched. She had hustled them all off to the car, and away to the hospital they went.

  Or the time she had her first period. It wasn’t her own mother she had gone to but Mrs. Sinclair.

  Somehow this woman turning her back on their relationship hurt more than her own family. When she thought of what kind of mother she wished to become it was Mrs. Sinclair she pictured. If she could do half the job this woman had done, she’d be a great mother.

  Until today.

  Sara got out of the car and slammed the door closed behind her. She was at the front door before she had a coherent thought in her head. Gritting her teeth, she raised a fist and knocked.