“Take me,” she whispered.
Grant stretched out, and she crawled onto her husband. Jack grabbed something from the nightstand table, then kneeled at her and Grant’s feet. She looked at him over her shoulder.
Grant’s cock was hard and thick, his eyes glazed with passion. She lowered herself onto his length and let her inner muscles stroke him.
His smooth, long strokes filled her. Her clit trembled, her over-sensitized body already seeking release.
Then she felt the plastic tip of lubricant inserted into her anus. She tensed as she felt the cold gel fill her. She relaxed, welcoming Jack as he grasped her hips and worked his penis into her.
“Are you okay?” Grant kissed her. His movements gentled, and he kissed her again, his tongue matching the slow rhythm of his cock.
Her body tingled, rivulets of fire and need prickling through her. Jack filled her ass, and she was always amazed at how wonderful it felt to be penetrated by two dicks. Jack’s slow rhythm matched Grant’s, and soon, the lazy fucking wasn’t enough. She wanted more…much more.
“Harder,” she said.
Grant bucked under her, his cock pumping now, and Jack’s grip tightened as he worked his shaft in and out of her ass. She moved with them, no longer passive in her desire. Her breasts scraped Grant’s chest, and her buttocks slapped against Jack’s hips.
Heat coiled low in her belly, arrowing to her core, blooming like a fire flower. Their movements were frantic now, and the feel of Jack plowing her ass and Grant fucking her pussy put her into orgasm overload. The pleasure rippled through her, a wave of blinding bliss that made her scream.
She had barely caught her breath when she felt Grant tense. He pushed deeply inside her, groaning his release as his seed spilled. She kissed him, still turned on, still enjoying Jack’s ass fucking. Grant slipped out of her and rubbed his softening cock along her clit.
Roxie captured Grant’s lips again, warring with his tongue, feeling the aching creep of another orgasm as Grant rubbed her clit, and Jack smacked against her ass with his hips.
“Oh Grant, Jack,” she whispered, as she moved between them, her clit throbbing, her second orgasm a few strokes away.
“Your ass is so tight, so sweet,” Jack moaned right before he came, his cock throbbing against her sensitive ass tissues. She came with him, shuddering and joyful. She collapsed onto the bed, sandwiched between her two men, feeling replete—and once again whole.
13
ROXIE AWOKE IN the big bed with Jack’s arm draping her waist, his soft snore tickling her ear. They had all drifted into a long afternoon nap while holding each other. She’d finally managed a peaceful, dreamless sleep. For the first time in three months, she hadn’t woken up with a pounding heart or sweaty fists clenching the sheets.
Grant wasn’t in bed. Her gaze traveled around the room until it reached the open balcony doors. She glimpsed him at the railing, staring at the forest that ringed the farmlands. The air blew through the curtains of the open windows, and she inhaled it. She wiggled out of Jack’s arms, smiling when he resisted. She laughed when he flopped over like a schoolboy who’d been told to get out of bed and pulled a pillow over his head.
She slipped on the robe that had been tossed to the floor and padded outside. She leaned on the rail next to Grant, her gaze tracing the thick, dark clouds as they rolled over the night sky. Roxie grasped his hand. They said nothing, watching the gathering storm.
Then the drops began to fall.
Thunder cracked and lightning jabbed the night sky.
“Let’s get inside,” said Grant, pulling her back to the bed.
The lights sputtered and died. She crawled inside the warm covers, watching Grant light candles. She drowsed against the thick comforter. The storm didn’t bother her. In fact, the sounds of the tempest created a strange lullaby.
“The main power source has been knocked out,” said Grant, “but the house has a back-up generator. I need to go outside and start it.”
“By yourself?” asked Roxie, concern whipping through her. “Where is it?”
“About ten feet from the main house—in a well-protected shed. I have flashlights downstairs, and I could walk around this place blind-folded and not get lost.” Grant’s smile glinted in the flickering candlelight. “You don’t have to worry about me. Get tucked in.”
“Okay.” Roxie’s thoughts turned to the child growing inside her womb. How could she have not noticed? Well, she noticed now—the exhaustion, the breast tenderness, the nausea. It all made sense. Beautiful, perfect sense.