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“My dad told me they had a hearing today,” she said once they were all seated. “Mom’s officially on an involuntary hold. She threatened the hospital staff.”

  “Wow. I’m sorry.”

  Garrison thought Em looked exhausted, drained. “Yeah, me, too. I can’t go visit right now, either. None of us can, until she’s stable.”

  “If you just want to hang out tonight—”

  “Oh, no. I want my brain kept busy.” She leaned over to give him a kiss. “I don’t want to think.”

  “We can take care of that for you, too, Ma’am.”

  After dinner they took a shower together, the men slowly exploring her body, pampering her, teasing her, her teasing them right back.

  It’d been so long. Not that he would knock having Jarred as a romantic partner, but it was nice having a woman between them again.

  Really nice.

  As in the he was worried he was already falling in love with her kind of nice.

  By the time they made it to the bed, Garrison knew if someone breathed just right on his cock it would probably explode. Hell, at this point, Garrison was willing to use a condom and take a risk on Em, if she wanted to take a risk on them. He knew the two of them were clean, even though they were both scheduled to go in next week for tests. He would gladly go down on her, just to hear her moaning, feel her hands fisting his hair as he made her come.

  Give her even more reasons to want to keep coming back to them.

  Fuck it.

  He shoved her thighs apart and dove between them, swiping his tongue over her clit and nearly coming right there when she reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and held on tight, preventing him from stopping.

  Not that he wanted to.

  Especially not when she let out a loud moan that was suddenly muffled by Jarred kissing her. She arched her back, rocking her hips against Garrison’s mouth as she firmly held his head in place.

  He hooked his arms around her thighs and happily buried his face in her pussy, teasing her, not letting her get over the edge, wanting to show her how damn good this could be.

  Wanting her to fully absorb the ramifications of having two guys who would happily make her come all night long, or until she ordered them to stop, whichever came first.

  He looked up her body when he heard her gasp for breath. “I want to watch you fuck him while he does that,” she said to Jarred. Then she looked down and met his gaze. “You all right with that?”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he mumbled around her clit, a blissful haze settling into his brain as she reached down with her other hand and held on tight.

  Jarred sat up and dove for the nightstand, grabbing a condom and lube. After jumping out of bed, he returned from their bathroom with a towel.

  Garrison hiked his ass up, spreading his legs as wide as he could to give the other man access. He moaned against her clit, making her moan in response, when Jarred cupped Garrison’s balls in his hand and gently squeezed.

  “Make him come, too,” she said.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Jarred said.

  Garrison’s eyes dropped closed and another moan escaped him when he felt Jarred drizzle lube down the seam of his ass and start working it into his rim with a finger. Garrison redoubled his efforts, tongue-fucking her pussy, swiping up her clit and circling it and down again as Jarred got him loosened up and ready to fuck. Every moan he made into her clit made her squirm against him and dig her fingers into his scalp, driving him on a hard and deep downward spiral into subspace.

  Finally, Jarred wiped his hand on the towel, rolled a condom down his shaft, and lubed himself. When Garrison felt the head of Jarred’s cock pressed against his hole, he thrust back against him, impaling himself and earning himself a hard slap on the ass.

  “Did I tell you to fuck yourself back onto me?” Jarred playfully asked.

  How many nights had they enacted this same scenario in the past? With him happily in the middle—or with Jarred in the middle and Garrison fucking Jarred’s ass—and Janis grinning down at whichever man was between her legs and making her come?

  Jarred kept smacking Garrison’s ass, making him moan even harder and struggle not to come as Jarred slowly started fucking him.

  Even alone together, Jarred was a master of this game, fucking and spanking him, keeping him hovering right on the edge before giving him relief.

  It was a thousand times hotter with Em’s pussy in his mouth and his tongue tracing and quickly memorizing every sweet fold of her clit.

  “Make me come first,” she gasped. “Then you boys can come.”

  That was almost enough to drive Garrison right over the edge. Especially when Jarred grabbed his hips and started fucking him, hard, making him moan.

  “You heard Ma’am,” Jarred said, his voice sounding tight and strained. “Make her come.”

  Garrison released her right thigh and slid his hand between her leg, easily working two fingers into her drenched pussy.

  And that was all it took.

  She let out a long, deep moan. Garrison felt her pussy clamping down on his fingers and wished it was his cock inside her as he sped up his tongue and drew her release out as long as he could.

  Then Jarred reached around Garrison’s waist and grabbed his cock. “Come on, buddy. Together.”

  It took less than two full pumps for Garrison to loudly groan into her pussy as his balls drew up and exploded, coating Jarred’s hand. That triggered Jarred’s orgasm. It only took him a couple of thrusts to finish and fall still with his cock going limp inside Garrison’s ass.

  Em’s fingers loosened in Garrison’s hair, but he didn’t move. He continued lightly licking, slowly stroking her clit with his tongue as she ruffled his hair.

  “My good boys,” she whispered.

  It was almost enough to make him weep with happiness.

  She sounded so much like—

  She’s not her.

  Em finally patted him on the head and he took that as his cue to stop. He lifted his head and looked up at her. She wore a blissful, beautiful, sated smile.

  Then Jarred grabbed his hair and pulled his head up and back. “Oh, you’re not done.”

  Garrison opened his mouth and started licking Jarred’s hand clean as Em propped herself up on her elbows and watched, fascinated.

  Determined to give her a show, Garrison slowly sucked each finger, using his tongue, giving Jarred’s hand a sexy blow job.

  He risked looking to watch her reaction.

  She appeared…entranced.

  When he’d finished with that and Jarred had withdrawn to go clean up in the bathroom, Em sat up and kissed Garrison, deep, lots of tongue.

  “We don’t have test results yet,” she said.

  “I don’t care,” he said. “That was my risk to take. I trust you. If I don’t trust you, I don’t have any business being in bed with you.”

  * * * *

  Jarred returned and kissed her, then him. Em stared from one man to the other, still absorbing the absolute sexy hotness she’d just witnessed.

  “I’m going to be in so much trouble when you boys can really fuck me,” she said.

  Jarred wore a pleased smirk. “Oh, we haven’t even touched the tip of the iceberg,” he said. “This is practically vanilla for us.”

  “Reeeaaally?” she said. “Like what?”

  “Like using butt plugs on each other while we sixty-nine,” Garrison helpfully volunteered.

  “Ooh. Do it.”

  The men glanced at each other, then her. “Ma’am?” they parroted.

  “I mean right now. Even if you two can’t get it up again, I want to see that. And introduce me to that Hitachi you were telling me about.”

  She giggled as they bounced out of bed and hurried to the closet.

  Oh, fuck yeah.

  After a several-year dry spell, she was damn sure going to enjoy the hell out of two hunky guys who were willing to help her shut off her stubborn brain for a while.

  The men quickly returned with everythi
ng, including more condoms.

  “And the condoms are for…?”

  “Makes it easier to clean up,” Garrison said as they rolled them onto the silicone plugs and slathered them with lube after lubing their asses.

  “I want to watch you put them into each other,” she said. “Garrison on top.”

  They got into position, head to cock, and started working them into each other. On the bottom, Jarred had his legs spread wide, his hips tipped up as Garrison slowly fucked the toy inside him.

  At the other end, Jarred was slowly fucking the plug into Garrison’s ass. Garrison slowly rocked back and forth, helping him out.

  Once they had the toys seated inside each other, she reached out and stroked Garrison’s back. “Okay, now start sucking each other’s cocks. But don’t come until I tell you to.”

  They did. Fascinated and turned on beyond measure, she watched as they moaned and squirmed and fucked each other’s mouths.

  She grabbed the Hitachi, which was plugged into an extension cord. She stretched out next to them, her head down by Garrison’s. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. Then she reached down, found one of Jarred’s hands, and positioned herself so he could slide three fingers into her pussy.

  “That’s it, boys,” she said, barely able to speak as she watched Garrison eagerly work his lips and tongue around Jarred’s shaft. Both men had grown hard again. She didn’t know how long it’d take them to come a second time, but she knew she wouldn’t have any trouble.

  She pressed the Hitachi against her clit and turned it on high. She’d used a vibrator before, but nothing had prepared her for the strength of this one. With her free hand, she grasped Garrison’s hand and squeezed, hard, trying to get him to pinch her nipple.

  He took the clue and did, triggering her release. Jarred finger-fucked her pussy, hard and fast, sending her over the edge a record-breaking second time in just a few seconds. And before she could even get the vibrator turned off, Garrison had started rolling her nipple between his fingers, triggering a third explosion.

  “Come for me, boys!” She switched off the vibrator and pressed her body against theirs as they turned into a squirming, fucking, moaning pile of manflesh.

  She hooked an arm over Garrison’s back. “Take him deep, sweetie.”

  He deep-throated Jarred, pulling a moan from the man, which was echoed by Garrison. Seconds later, they were both humping each other’s faces and making nearly identical sounds she was quickly starting to recognize as the sound of them coming.

  Finally, the three of them lay tangled together, a panting, sweaty heap. She grabbed Garrison’s head and pulled him off Jarred’s spent cock, kissing him deeply and tasting lingering traces of the other man’s cum. She sat up and as Garrison rolled off Jarred, she leaned in and kissed Jarred.

  “Let’s clean up and cuddle in bed,” she said. “Turn the TV timer on.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  That was adorable, the stereo sound of their replies.

  So sweet, so much fun.

  They helped her out of bed, and after they’d all cleaned up they snuggled together, Em draped over Garrison’s chest with Jarred pressed along her back and Jaws playing on the TV.

  “Gonna need a bigger bed,” she sleepily joked. “My bed,” she clarified. “If I want you guys spending the night at my place. Which I do.”

  Jarred nuzzled the back of her neck. “We can squeeze together in a smaller bed. Makes cuddling more fun.”

  “Until someone falls out,” Garrison joked.

  As Em drifted off to sleep, she realized this was the most content she’d felt in…ever.

  “Or I can just keep staying with you guys until you get moved into the new house.”

  Garrison kissed the top of her head. “You keep talking like that, Ma’am, you’re going to have us doing our best to convince you to move in with us.”

  She smiled. “Keep working on me and I just might let you do that.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “If they give you the third—and fourth and fifth—degree, please excuse them,” Em warned on their drive over to Mitchell and Brent’s house on Wednesday night. “They’re kind of protective of me.”

  Jarred was driving tonight, Garrison riding in the back seat. “Sounds good to me,” Garrison said. “I’m glad they’re protective when we can’t be around to take care of you.”

  She tried not to bristle at that comment, knowing he hadn’t meant it in a bad way. “You realize I’m a capable adult, right?”

  “Of course you are,” Garrison said. “And our Lady’s been alone long enough. You’ve got two knights who want to protect and take care of you.”

  She turned so she could glance back at him, finding the expression in his green eyes playful. “They’re like my adopted dads.”

  “Even better.”

  They’d brought a fresh fruit salad that Jarred had made himself, not a pre-packed grocery store one. They were almost to Mitchell and Brent’s house when Em’s cell rang. Her sister, Amy.

  Em thought about letting it go to voice mail, then opted to answer. “Hey, what’s up?”

  “I-I owe you another apology.”

  Em tensed. “Why? What happened?”

  “I know Dad told us not to, but I wanted to make sure Mom was really okay.”

  Em groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t go visit her?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh, my god. What is wrong with you? Dad warned us not to! Didn’t you talk to her doctor?”

  Em had called him herself that morning and talked with him and now understood exactly why he wanted them to hold off meeting with their mom until she was stable.

  Right now, their mother’s moods fluctuated from mellow to borderline violent. Until they found the right combination of medicine to work for her, they didn’t want her turning on any family members. They wanted her focused on her intense therapy and dealing with the effects of the medications they were using, trying to get her to accept that she had a medical condition that needed to be treated, only it was centered in her brain and not somewhere else in her body.

  “I know, I know. Dad and the doctor both chewed me out. I just…” She sounded like she was crying. “I just wanted to talk to her.”

  Em closed her eyes and rubbed at her forehead. She’d never heard her tenacious sister sound so upset. “We tried to tell you she’s out of control. Welcome to our world. Yes, she wasn’t this bad before, but now that it’s come to a head, we have to let the process work. Dad and I have been dealing with her deteriorating for the past three years. You see her a few times a month for a couple hours at a time when she’s on her best behavior.”

  “I just wanted to see her.”

  “She’d not dying.” Em regretted saying that as soon as the words were out of her mouth, with the men being right there in the car with her. “She can get better, but we have to let the doctors take care of her if she’s going to get better.”

  “I know.” She sniffled. “Dad said there’d be a family meeting.”

  “Yeah, not for at least another week. Do not go visit her again without the doctor okaying it. Understand?”

  “Oh, believe me, I do. She was…she was horrible. I’ve never heard her talk like that before. She told me they were trying to poison her, then when I said I wouldn’t help get her out of there early, she started yelling at me. Screaming. Accusing me of trying to help kill her. I’ve…it was scary.”

  “This is exactly why she’s in the hospital. Where she can’t hurt herself or, hopefully, anyone else.”

  When she finally got off the phone with Amy a few minutes later, they were turning into Mitchell and Brent’s driveway.

  “You all right?” Garrison asked her.

  She filled them in on what her sister had done. She stared at Jarred. “And yet, despite all of this, you two still seem to want me.”

  Jarred patted her on the thigh. “We love a challenge, Ma’am.”

  The cute smile he wore
drew a chuckle from her. “This is way more than just a challenge.”

  “It takes more than a crazy mom to scare us off,” Jarred said. “Well, not crazy. Hell, I should know better than to say that. Sorry. A crazy-acting mom.”

  “No offense taken,” she said. “Seriously. Dad and I thought she was crazy plenty of times over the past few years. I feel guilty that I didn’t push harder sooner.”

  They were inside all of two seconds before Mitchell stared down at her. “Okay. What happened?”

  She knew better than to try to keep anything from him. Some people had gaydar. He had Emdar, a faultless built-in system that could always sense when something was bothering her.

  As they sat down for dinner, she told him and Brent the story.

  The men exchanged a glance.

  “What?”

  “Well,” Brent said, “we didn’t want to say anything. But some of the stuff we’ve heard her say over the past couple of years, we wondered if there was a problem.”

  Mitchell shot him a glare but didn’t respond.

  “Then why didn’t you two push me to do something?”

  “Uh, we sort of have been hinting to you,” Mitchell said. “Especially right after they moved in.”

  She thought back and immediately realized yeah, they had.

  She’d just been too absorbed in work and her own misery at not having her privacy any longer to process it. “Oh.”

  Mitchell reached over and patted her hand. “Honey, if your own father is telling you not to feel guilty, don’t. Your mom is one of those people good at hiding stuff for a long time. My brother was the same way. We all kind of thought there was something off until he finally ended up in an ER one night and he got the help he needed. Sometimes, people have to hit bottom before they get help.”

  “I assume we’ll be seeing a lot of you boys?” Brent asked.

  Jarred nodded. “Yes, sir. We hope.”

  Brent smiled. “Army?”

  “Yes, sir. Eight years.”

  Brent turned to Em. “I think he just scored a few brownie points with me.”

  * * * *

  Thursday evening when Em returned home to grab stuff to spend the night at Jarred and Garrison’s, she’d been looking forward to immediately heading next door to see Jarred.