In Escape from Obsession, after escaping being two men’s obsession, Gia Marie Giselli meets three brothers, ex–military commandoes. They seek a ménage relationship, something she fears because of her past. Garrett, Wes, and Gunny McCallister must show Gia that they are real and they love her before her past steps in and they lose everything they have worked so hard for.
In Mastering the Art of Love, Mariana “Sparks” Sparketta is alone in the world. She's struggling to put herself through college and hungry for a better life. She takes a job as an escort for a legit businesswoman. The men she assists are intriguing. But the job could cost her not only her heart but her life as well.
In Amazing Grace, Grace Thompson returns home two years after her sister’s murder to attend her cousin’s wedding. Things seem perfect until the person who killed her sister shows interest in Grace. She is forced to face the nightmares of her past and how she found her sister’s body. The killer is seeking her out and going as far as coming after her family.
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Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
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ESCAPE FROM OBSESSION
Gianna Marie Clarke shook with fear as she stood between Antonio Pelloni and his partner, Valdere Valencio. They had both been drinking and the party right outside the bedroom door continued to ignite into the wee hours of the morning. What had started out as a means to get her designs looked at by an advertising agency had turned into a nightmare of sorts. She was foolish to believe that she could meet prince charming in the waiting area of the Bartlet business center. Her dreams of making it on her own in New York City without family and only a few friends from college was a fantasy. Her one and only cousin lived in Texas, a long way from her home in upstate New York. Looking to the city for a job, better money, and a future in art and perhaps advertising was her dream. In her attempt to act so independent and worldly, she found herself in the center of an obsession. How had things gotten so out of control?
She swallowed hard and felt the tears fill her eyes as Valdere caressed her hair. He used his nimble fingers to pull it from the tight updo she had spent hours getting done in the salon. Antonio spoiled her, or at least she thought of it as being spoiled but more recently realized she was being controlled.
Antonio, with his dark brown eyes, Italian style, and flare, stared at her lips as he held her chin in a tight grip.
“You were the hit of the party as usual, Gianna bella. You are so perfect and meant to be mine for eternity.”
Valdere sniffed against her neck and she stepped closer to Antonio. She felt Valdere tense then grip her hips hard. She gasped and the change in Antonio’s expression was different. Would he truly allow his business partner to touch her intimately? She knew this was wrong. She wasn’t a whore. She thought she was in love with Antonio, but now she knew the truth. He really didn’t love her the way he claimed. If he did, would he so easily allow another man to touch her and possess her body? And Valdere of all men, who treated women like garbage?
She was so frightened and felt so stupid in the decisions she had made the last few months. She didn’t want this.
“Please, Antonio. I don’t want to,” she began to say and his grip on her chin was tighter, making her gasp and lean against his chest.
“You’re too lenient with her, Antonio. She needs discipline and control. You’ve allowed her to become your obsession.” Valdere’s fingers grazed along her shoulders to the zipper of her dress. The tears rolled down her cheeks. She wouldn’t be able to stop them. Looking around the room at all the artwork, the designer bed and comforter set, and the portrait of her standing in a red gown that Antonio adored her in caused the reality of her life to set in. Despite the money she saved, the accomplishments in her own artwork she designed, she allowed this man to control every aspect of her life. She couldn’t take it any longer. She had to draw the line somewhere, somehow. He took advantage of her lack of family and destroyed any friendships she had.
“Do as I say, Gianna. You know the consequences of defying my command,” he whispered in a show of power in front of Valdere, whom Gianna felt Antonio feared, and also in an attempt to induce fear into her mind. Antonio knew her weaknesses. He knew she hated to be alone and she lacked in self-confidence.
She turned away in an attempt to get out of the reach of Valdere’s exploring hands. She grabbed hold of the bodice of her dress. The zipper in the back was pulled down and now she stared at both men and wondered what they would do to her now.
“Please, Antonio. I don’t want to do this,” she said as Valdere began to unbutton his shirt. In a flash Antonio was grabbing her by the arm and yanking her forward. It all happened so quickly. The pounding on the door, the strike to her face by Antonio, and Valdere ripping her dress. She screamed and tried to stop them. The pounding on the door continued and then suddenly the door burst open and chaos filled the room.
Gia was relieved to have awoken in her own bed and not in the hotel room. The nightmares she had were comprised of thoughts about Antonio and the attack by Jeffrey. Now all she seemed to be able to think about was touching and exploring Garrett, Wes, and Gunny. They had large muscles and an almost fierce, combative look to the intricate dips and crevices. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on them, and they were staring at her with hunger in their eyes. She felt her belly tighten and knew they wanted her, and her body reacted as her pussy clenched then dripped. It was such a primal and natural reaction, but it embarrassed her to be affected so easily. Garrett’s hands felt good touching her. Wes’s mouth against her shoulder and back caused goose bumps along her skin, and as she opened her eyes, she sought out Gunny. His hands were on his hips, and that authoritative expression of his made her lick her lips.
“Baby, we want you. Let us make love to you and help you to forget about everything but our touch,” Wes whispered against her neck and she rolled to her back.
Both Wes and Garrett ran the palms of their hands up her inner thighs, parting them before touching fingers to her pussy.
“Oh!” She moaned, tilted her head back, and lifted her torso up. She felt the bed dip and then large, thick hands moved up her hips and belly, pushing her shirt up and off of her. She locked gazes with Gunner and she lost her breath. He was kneeling naked between her legs, and his long, thick cock stood at attention, the mushroom top tapping against his upper belly. She couldn’t help but be concerned that he would fit inside of her.
His thumbs played with her nipples as he held her gaze and both Wes and Garrett played with her pussy. Three men are touching me and it feels so amazing.
“You’re gorgeous, Gia. I want to be inside of you so badly I ache, honey,” Gunner admitted then leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth. His tongue delved deeply, causing her to adjust her head and tilt her chin up to accommodate his exploration. He used his tongue to caress in and out of her mouth as he kissed her and she knew it was an indication of how he would use that magnificent cock of his. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back, feeling the connection and desire for more. She pressed her breasts harder against his muscular chest, needing full contact. She felt so hungry and needy that now she, too, ached.
She sensed Garrett’s fingers at her pussy lips as Gunny raised his body up into a sitting position.
“Look,” Garrett told her and she locked gazes with him, then he motioned with his eyes toward his fingers. She knew he wanted her to watch and then Garrett pressed a finger up into her wet pussy and she held her breath as the intensity of his desire encompassed her.
Gunner leaned forward and kissed her again then slowly released her lips, kissing her more before holding her lower lip gently between his teeth. She closed her eyes as a small orgasm erupted.
“You’re even more beautiful when you’re coming,” Wes told her. She turned to him and he moved closer to kiss her as Gunner explored her breasts.
All three men were touching her, stroking her, and she felt so relaxed and lost in them. She couldn’t focus on anything but the sensations they caused. The thick, protruding finger that pressed in and out of her pussy, the feel of Gunner’s mouth teasing her sensitive breasts, nibbling on her nipples as Wes devoured her cries and explored her mouth with his tongue. Being surrounded by hard, male bodies aroused all of her senses.
“I want in, Gia. We want to make you ours. Let us make love to you,” Gunner whispered then blew a warm breath against her hard nipple.
“I want you, too. I want all of you, it feels so good.”
He smiled at her. “It’s about to get a hell of a lot better.”
Her body reacted to his words, Garrett’s strokes, and Wes’s kisses along her mouth then neck. Gunner was a soldier, she knew that. The three of them had what she’d first thought were domineering, hard expressions and seemed nearly unapproachable. They were commandoes and their jobs as Marines were more than likely dangerous and outrageous. It turned her on to know that they were so resourceful and strong. Their impenetrable personas gave her security and hope of safety.
“Condoms,” Wes said aloud as Garrett pulled his fingers slowly from her cunt. He began to move.
“Not necessary. I’m on the pill. To maintain my cycle,” she added, not wanting them to think that she slept around but that she had irregular cycles.
Gunner grabbed her hips and squeezed as he held her gaze. She felt the thick, bulbous top of his cock against her folds.
“Good, because I don’t want anything between us. Ever.” His words aroused her and then he began to push his cock forward.
MASTERING THE ART OF LOVE
“Excuse me, Sparks, is it?”
Mariana nearly jumped, slightly off guard at the voice coming from behind her. She turned around to see Freda Mullberry, a quadzillionaire or something like that, standing behind her. She was dressed so beautifully, a woman in her sixties, adorned in fine jewels and with her own bodyguard who escorted her everywhere. She never met the woman but had served at enough parties to hear about the woman’s money and achievements.
“Yes, how may I help you?” Mariana asked, and the woman smiled.
“The name is Freda Mulberry. It’s nice to meet you, Sparks?”
“That’s what everyone calls me. It’s nice to meet you too, Ms. Mulberry.”
The woman smiled.
“Please call me Freda.”
Yeah right. How’s it going, Freda? Want to hang out sometime and you can show me your collection of people you own? Mariana chuckled to herself. She shouldn’t just assume the woman was a stuck-up rich snob just because the majority Mariana had met were.
“Won’t you join myself and Roldolpho for a bit? I have something to discuss with you,” she said as she looked her over. Mariana got a funny feeling in her belly. She hoped that the lady wasn’t into some kinky shit and wanted her to participate. It’s not like she hadn’t been asked to do some crazy shit at some of these big-shot parties. She lost a few future jobs because of her declining.
“Don’t worry, honey, it’s nothing bad. No indecent proposals or anything like that.”
Can she read minds?
Mariana chuckled then glanced at Tess who shrugged her shoulders, and Mariana walked away with Freda.
They walked into the private office, and Roldolpho was there and he was pouring some cognac.
“Such a good job as always, Sparks. I hope Clover didn’t hurt you,” Roldolpho said, and she felt her stomach drop. He was going to fire her. Oh shit, she lost her job because she wouldn’t let some dick wad feel her up and those two other men had their time ruined because of her.
“I’m so sorry, Roldolpho. Please don’t fire me. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Whoa, darling, what are you talking about? I’m not going to fire you. None of that situation was your fault. Clover Masters is a dick with legs and even I, who personally like dick, hate him,” Roldolpho stated very femininely with his hand on his hip and the other one snapping his finger in a zigzag motion. Freda covered her mouth and laughed loudly. Mariana stood there in shock.
“Come sit down, Sparks. Is that really your name?” Freda asked.
“It’s Mariana actually.”
“Mariana. Such a beautiful name.”
“Very beautiful just like her,” Roldolpho said, and she felt her cheeks warm.
“So, I have a bit of a proposition for you?” Freda began to say and then proceeded to tell her about her escort service. By the time Freda was done talking, Mariana was feeling overwhelmed but interested.
“I explained to Freda about your immense knowledge of the arts. I was considering discussing with you the possibility of employment here, but seeing as I may not own the place for much longer…”
“What? Is someone trying to buy you out?” she asked.
“In a way. That’s not your concern. I think you should consider Freda’s offer. She is completely legit and has emergency assistance in place if needed.”
“Does this mean you’re taking me off the list as a server for the parties here and elsewhere? You were my connection to other events?” Mariana asked as feelings of dread filled her body. How was she supposed to pay her rent and her college loans? She needed her courier job and this one.
“I don’t think that now is the time to take this risk. I already work two jobs. I barely make ends meet for food and stuff.”
Both appeared shocked, and she was embarrassed for admitting that.
“I’m fine really. I’m not desperate or anything. God, I’m sorry, I don’t know if this is right.”
She felt Freda’s hand cover hers, and when she looked up, Freda was smiling.
“Not to worry. I haven’t discussed payment. You see, my girls, the ones who work for me as escorts, get paid very well for what they do. There are contracts the men have to sign beforehand and I know most of them very well or they have been recommended by other clients. Considering your expertise in the arts, I am certain that your services will be needed for very elite art events at both private and elaborate establishments.”
“Like at the Rothesburgh gallery?” Mariana couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes, or even at private estates,” Freda said with a smile.
“Depending on the event, you can get paid by the hour or by the evening. Three hundred dollars or three thousand dollars or more for the entire evening.”
Mariana gasped. She was utterly shocked, and then it hit her. This was a trap, a scam, and she would have to put out, she just knew it.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and squinted at Freda.
“I have to have sex with these men if they want it, don’t I?”
Freda raised her eyebrows at Mariana.
“No. You do not have to have sex with them. It is not that type of escort.”
“What if they want to or they try to make me? “
“You have a panic button per se. If you’re feeling threatened or concerned for your safety, just hit this button and someone will be there to assist you immediately.”
“How can that be? I mean, is someone escorting me secretly?”
“Yes. You are never truly alone. It’s part of the fee these men have to pay and it ensures me that my girls are safe. There are others just like you who are trying to pay for school or even help their families out. So what do you say?” Freda asked.
“I guess I’m in. I need the money and you mentioned that if I don’t like it then I don’t have to do it again.”
“Okay, deal,” Mariana said then thrust out her hand for Freda to shake. Freda smiled and shook her hand.
“Wonderful. Let’s celebrate. To finding love and happiness despite the storms a-brewing.” Roldolpho toasted.
“What?” Mariana asked.
He shook his head. “Forget it and let’s drink.”
She had a funny feeling in her belly. Something told her that this decision might just change her life.
Jax felt like some wild animal desperate to mate. Mariana was incredible. Her skin soft and her body firm. The undergarments she wore barely covered the parts he wanted to claim next. He pulled slowly from her lips and breathed heavily against her mouth. She panted in sync.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, and her eyes widened as she shook her head.
Jameson kissed along her neck as he continued to stroke Mariana’s pussy.
“We’ll take care of everything,” Jameson whispered.
Jax began to remove his clothing as he kept his eyes locked with Mariana’s.
“Hold on to the arms of that recliner and bend over,” Jameson ordered, and she did.
Jax watched in admiration as her milky thighs parted, black garters and all, and she bent over with her beautiful ass pointed at Jameson.
His brother smiled as he caressed the globes then reached under to stroke her cunt.
Her lips parted, her head hung low, and her hands gripped the arms of the chair.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Jax whispered, removing all his clothes.
“She’s so wet for us, Jax. Our woman wants to make love,” Jameson said as he stroked his fingers in and out of her pussy from behind.
“Is that right, baby? Do you want us tonight?’ Jax asked as he gently pushed the strands of hair from her face, making her turn toward him. His heart pounded at the sight of her expression. Sexuality, innocence, desire all ready for him to take. She licked her lips, and his cock hardened and tapped against his belly.
“You got my cock nice and hard, Mariana. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
“Yes, oh please, Jax, I feel so—”
Jameson increased the speed of his finger thrusts, making her lose her breath as the first orgasm hit her.
“That’s right, baby. Let it go. Just feel it and release it. We want all your orgasms tonight,” Jameson said, and she moaned then thrust her ass back against Jameson.
Jax couldn’t resist touching her as he ran the palm of his hand across her ass and squeezed.
He whispered next to her ear.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy so hard baby while Jameson fucks this beautiful round ass.”
“Oh!” Mariana moaned louder, and he could feel her body shaking.
“Let’s do it, Jax. I won’t be able to hold off.”
“I hear you.”
Jax immediately ripped open the foil and placed the condom on. He kissed Mariana then maneuvered into the recliner.
Jameson pulled his fingers from her pussy and she gasped as she immediately grabbed onto Jax’s shoulders.
“Get rid of the bra. I want to see what belongs to me.”
Jameson unclipped it and pulled it form her body. Her breasts were big and more than a handful. He cupped them with both hands as she titled her head back. Over her shoulder, Jax could see Jameson undressing.
“You ready for us, baby?”
He pulled her toward him and sucked on her breasts, nipping the nipple before swirling his tongue around the areola. As she panted and thrust her pussy over his cock, he licked the other breast, getting her ready for him.
“I want in now.”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Then do it. Take my cock into your hands and claim me, woman,” he stated firmly, and he saw the flash of excitement and shock in her eyes. His cock jerked.
As Mariana’s fingers touched his penis he squeezed her breasts.
“Faster, baby, I want to be inside of you when I come.”
She lowered herself onto his cock and slowly sank down on him. But he couldn’t take it. She was so fucking tight.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.”
“Let me help,” Jameson said as he pressed her shoulders gently downward then parted her ass cheeks. She sank fully onto Jax’s cock, and they both moaned.
“Fucking beautiful,” Jameson whispered.
Jax grabbed hold of her hips and began to thrust upward, helping her to move. She moaned and whimpered, making him hungrier and even more aroused.
“Those fucking sweet sounds she makes. I love it.” He shoved upward, and then she began to join him. She was moving her hips, stroking his cock relentlessly.
“Slow down, baby, Jameson is joining us,” he said, and she paused a moment and he knew she needed guidance.
“Ever have a cock in your ass, sugar?” Jameson asked, and she froze and her body tightened.
“I think not, Jameson. Go slowly,” Jax said.
“Of course. Trust me, Mariana. I won’t hurt you and I promise that this is going to feel so good. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” He kissed along her neck, and she reached up and touched his cheek. Jameson kissed her palm then pulled her finger into his mouth and sucked the digit.
Her expressions were priceless. Jax thought she was too good to be real. She was innocent, sexy, and all woman.
“Relax, and ride Jax while I get this sexy ass ready for me.”
The police car slowly rolled into a vacant air hanger located inside a private airport.
“So far so good. Where’s Sandman?” Grace asked as she got out of the patrol car.
No one had noticed who she was when she left the precinct. She fit in perfectly. She thought she was busted when a reporter bumped into her on the way out the door, but the stuck-up snob hardly acknowledged Grace as she brushed by her without saying sorry. Grace laughed to herself.
“There he is now,” Justin said, and as she turned to look toward the back entrance of the building, there was Sandman. Her heart skipped a beat as she absorbed his attire. Dark blue jeans, cowboy boots, button-down blue shirt and a Stetson on his head. He removed the sunglasses and damn did her libido do a double, no triple take. Oh my God, he’s gorgeous.
She cleared her throat as he eyed her over and then shook Justin’s hand.
“Everything go well?”
“Yes, sir, no one followed us,” Justin replied then smiled before looking at Grace.
She pulled the police cap off her head causing her long brown hair to fall past her shoulders. It wasn’t like she was trying to look sexy but the way Sandman stared at her then gave an intense expression, made her blood pump through her veins. He reached his hand out toward her.
“Come on. Big Jay should be landing any second.”
“Big Jay?” she asked as the sound of the rotors of a helicopter approaching filled the air.
Justin glanced at his watch.
“Right on time.”
“No, he should have been here thirty seconds ago.”
Grace wondered who Big Jay was and why Sandman was so concerned over a lousy thirty seconds. She was about to ask him when a beautiful black helicopter landed on the blacktop right outside of the hanger.
“Come on, sweetheart, your chariot awaits.” She tried protesting as Justin waved good-bye and Sandman dragged her closer to the helicopter. The rotors continued to pump round and round, making that very distinct sound as her hair blew around her face.
“Sandman, I’m not going in that thing. I thought you said a plane.” She protested as they stood by the edge of the helicopter door.
“Honey, this is the plan. It’s safe, I promise. Big Jay is the best.” Sandman stared at her with those intense blue eyes of his and she weakened.
“Oh God, I can’t believe this.”
He lifted her up, placing his large, hand against her waist and hip. She looked at the pilot and holy shit he was just as big and attractive as Sandman. Dressed in some camouflage pants and a tight fitted black T-shirt, the pilot was filled with big muscles. He smiled.
“Get strapped in, sweetheart.”
Before she could reply as she sat down and tried to figure out the seat belt situation, Sandman was moving her hands out of the way and adjusting her position in the seat. His face was inches from hers. He smiled and looked relaxed and excited. He liked this kind of stuff.
“Don’t be scared,” he told her and she nodded her head as he turned toward the pilot.
“Hey, brother. Long time no see. I get why now,” the pilot said and they shook hands before Sandman took his seat beside the pilot and placed the headset on his head.
The pilot looked at Grace and she wondered if the two were really brothers or if it was just a friendly nickname.
“Ready, gorgeous?” the pilot asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” she replied and he chuckled loudly before the helicopter began to lift.
It wasn’t like she had never been in a helicopter before, but she didn’t know these men. She didn’t know this pilot or where they were going or how long it would take. She knew nothing and that was what made her a nervous wreck.
She remembered Sandman’s words. “Trust me.”
God, I sure hope I can.
* * * *
The helicopter trip had only taken about a half hour. They were still in Texas, but nowhere near civilization.
As the helicopter began to land, she noticed the huge log cabin set back in a bit of wooded area. As the helicopter touched down, she noticed the pilot as he began to shut down the helicopter. It appeared that he was staying.
As the rotors continued, Sandman stood up and helped to undo her seat belt.
“We’re here, Grace.”
He touched her cheek and then lightly gripped her chin.
“You look exhausted. As soon as we get you settled in, you can lie down for a bit, while I go over some things with my brothers.”
“Brothers?” she asked, her voice barely audible, because she felt so weak and Sandman was strikingly handsome. The feel of his fingertips below her chin sent tiny chills through her body. I must be exhausted. He’s just doing his job and protecting me.
“Are you okay, darling?” Big Jay asked while his eyes roamed over her body. She felt her nipples pebble and her pussy clench from their stares. Closing her legs tighter as she knelt on the bed, she began to move to the side and get up. Sandman stopped her.
“Don’t pull away,” he whispered then placed his hand over her waist to the other side of her hip. Slowly she lowered back down to the bed as he pulled her closer to his side. He was leaning over her, her head flat on the pillow, her chest heaving up and down as he stared into her eyes. When he moved his hand to her cheek and caressed the wet tears away, she closed her eyes and felt her body quiver. She had obviously been crying very hard. Even her belly quivered.
“Please, Sandman,” she whispered in a shaky voice, but she didn’t get a response. Not until she opened her eyes right before his lips touched hers.
She absorbed the sensations that attacked her skin, her body, and her soul. His strong hands held her face between them as his tongue explored her mouth. She returned the kisses, turned on, set a flame to the aura of his sex appeal, big muscles and heavy body that now leaned over her smaller frame. She wanted to taste more of him, accept the attraction and desire burning through her bloodstream as she reached up to run fingers through his hair.
He moved his lips off of hers and trailed kisses against the corner of her mouth, her jaw, and then her neck. When he maneuvered his hips between her thighs, she opened for him, instantly feeling the large, hard cock against her needy pussy.
“You taste and feel incredible, Grace. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he admitted, acknowledging to her that he was feeling just as out of control as she was. Then she felt the bed dip to her right.
Large, thick fingers caressed the hair from her cheeks as she turned from Sandman’s fierce expression toward Duke. Her heart hammered inside of her chest. She knew he and Big Jay were there, too. God, how aroused and excited that made her feel. Was she so desperate for love and attention that she wanted all three men to fuck her?
“Don’t be afraid, angel. We’ve been pussyfooting around this attraction all week. Since the moment you walked into the house I’ve wanted you,” Duke admitted then leaned forward to kiss her cheek before he took her mouth fully.
Simultaneously Sandman caressed her left arm and moved it above her head while Duke explored her mouth. She moaned against his tongue as Sandman sat up and caressed her thighs then her belly, her ribs, until finally cupping her breasts.
She thrust her hips forward and moaned into Duke’s tongue strokes while Sandman squeezed her breasts.
As Duke released her lips, she panted for breath, locked gazes with him, and lost her soul as he smiled. “Oh God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered and he chuckled.
“You’re the beautiful one, darling,” Duke said and Sandman took that moment to pinch her nipple.
“Oh.” She moaned.
“Grace?” She heard Big Jay’s voice and saw him standing by the side of the bed. He placed his weapon down beside his brother’s and stared down at her. He was huge. His upper chest big and bulky, filled with dips like a sculpture.
“We want you, darling. All three of us,” Big Jay said in such a serious tone she was instantly stimulated and a little scared.
These men were large and they represented things she feared. They had power, they were law enforcement, ex-military, resourceful, and so much more. They could truly break her heart into a million pieces that she would never be able to fix.
Sandman caressed her cheek.
“Don’t look so scared. We’re not going to hurt you, darling. This is completely new to us, too.”
“We’ve been on our own, alone for years, Grace. Ain’t no other women been with the three of us together. Ain’t no other woman we’ve ever all wanted together,” Duke added.
“I am scared, but I don’t think I could stop these feelings I have or this need burning inside of me. This is so not typical. Three men and one woman? How can it work? What about jealousy or what if you decide you don’t want me anymore. My heart isn’t normal, it’s broken.” She felt the tear roll down her cheek. Sandman eased his body down hers.
“Shhh, baby, please don’t think that way. Trust us, we’re taking a chance, too,” Duke said then slowly kissed her lips. She reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand. Then with her other hand she reached for Big Jay. When his large hand clasped her much smaller one, she felt the desire and the need for them to make love to her. Then Sandman kissed her bare belly.
“Let us love you, woman, the way you deserve to be loved.”
Her heart soared with desire and excitement. She nodded her head and hoped that she wasn’t making a huge mistake.
* * * *
Sandman smiled then made his way down her belly, taking her skimpy pajama shorts along with him.
As his eyes locked on her pretty bare pussy, his cock stood up at attention staking a claim.
“So soft and nicely trimmed. Just the way I like pussy,” he whispered, allowing his warm breath to collide with her glistening folds.
“Oh God, Sandman,” she said until Big Jay took her mouth and claimed his woman.