She cried out, sobbing as she dug her fingers into Ellis’ shoulders. She moved harder, faster, wishing the explosion would never end.
“Yes!” Brad gasped from behind her. She felt his cock spasming inside her ass, growing harder as his own release closed in.
Beneath her, Ellis’ cock hardened inside her cunt. She let out one last cry as the final wave crashed over her, both men grunting and moving now, too, adding their release to hers.
They all collapsed, Brad on top of her, gasping and panting. After a minute or so, from below her Ellis said, “Um, can we roll to our sides? I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry, dude,” Brad said. She felt him grab her and as one, they all flopped onto their sides, their cocks still inside her.
She let out a tired laugh.
“What’s so funny, baby?” Ellis asked. He kissed her.
“Death by sexual smooshing,” she joked.
Brad nibbled along her shoulder, his cock still twitching inside her ass. “You get five minutes. I know that’s how long it’ll take me to recover. Then I’m fucking that sweet pussy of yours.”
She shivered in his arms. “Okay!”
Ellis carefully withdrew from her. “I might need a couple more minutes than that.”
She licked her lips. “I can help.”
He untangled himself from her and kissed her. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Ellis returned from the bathroom a moment later, his cock already half stiff. Brad pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up while Ellis slid into bed with her. He sat up against the headboard while she buried her face in his lap and engulfed his cock between her lips.
The low moan of pleasure he let out buzzed straight through her heart. Yes, she was madly in love with these two guys. She no longer cared how irrational or crazy it was. It felt like they were meant to be there, in her bed, in her heart.
In her soul.
He plunged his hands into her hair, gently fisting it and taking control. “Baby,” he muttered, “you might find yourself giving me lunchtime blow jobs for a while. I can barely look at you and I get hard.”
She let out a soft moan at the mental image of spending her lunchtimes spit-roasted between the two hunks. That only made his cock grow harder between her lips.
Brad returned from the bathroom. “Holy hell, that’s a hot sight,” he said. He returned to bed and quickly rolled a condom onto his shaft. “Come here and ride me, baby.”
Ellis used her hair to pull her off his cock when she didn’t want to let go. She straddled Brad, pleasure washing over her as his cock filled her pussy.
He made her hold still. “Sit up, baby.”
Ellis knelt behind her. He cupped her breasts and played with her nipples while Brad worked his own form of magick on her clit again. His long, slender fingers skillfully plucked at her swollen nub, driving her closer to release. Just as she thought she was close to coming, he stopped again.
He laughed at her frustrated moan. “Hold on to it, baby. Let Ellis onto the ride.” He pulled her down to his chest and kissed her as behind her, Ellis donned another condom and added lube to her well-fucked ass.
She froze as he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Please, fuck me!”
“We will,” Brad said. “Believe me. You’re going to be one well-fucked little witch.”
Ellis took his time, teasing her, slowly thrusting and withdrawing and driving her need even higher. She’d never come this many times in one lovemaking session, or this hard.
I was made for them.
The thought made her shiver. They were perfect for her. No lover’s body had ever felt this good, this right, or made her own body respond like this.
When his thighs were pressed against her ass, Ellis grabbed her hips. “Okay, baby. Make your magick.”
She rose up on her arms, a little shaky now, and slowly started moving. Her swollen clit brushed against Brad with every stroke. Tiny sparks of pleasure fired with every contact, until she found exactly the right angle to get the most pleasure and began rocking back and forth against them in earnest.
“Hold still and let her do it,” Brad murmured beneath her. “Don’t wait on us, baby,” he told her. “You come, we’ll follow.”
She closed her eyes, swirling pleasure taking hold and growing, blooming, filling her body. With her concentration drawing tight and close around her release, she no longer cared what this meant, how they got to this point. All she cared about was the pleasure their bodies had unlocked inside her.
The peace that being with them brought to her soul.
Harder, faster, until she let out another cry and felt her body squeezing their cocks again. Each wave of pleasure pulled her deeper and deeper until her world consisted of nothing but the energy of the three of them making love.
From a long distance, she heard Ellis speak. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
She moved, not stopping, knowing she wanted them to both get off like this and complete the circle they’d started.
Brad also sounded a long way away. “You beautiful woman,” he said. “Fuck us as long as you need.”
One final explosion impossibly ripped through her. “Do it!” she cried out, knowing her strength waned.
Together the men moved, their cocks fucking her hard and fast as they caught up and once again added their releases to hers. Their cries mixed with hers, their energy and hers flowing through her as she felt white heat flash through her spirit.
Spent, they all collapsed again, this time without managing to squash Brad in the process.
“Oh, man!” Ellis breathed against the nape of her neck. “That was…” He didn’t finish.
“That was the best two orgasms of my life,” Brad said. “Ever.”
“Ever,” Ellis echoed.”
Mandaline didn’t open her eyes. She snuggled between them, enjoying the feel of their cocks softening inside her. “Ever,” she agreed.
Chapter Twenty-One
There wasn’t enough room for all three of them in the shower. Brad made an executive decision. “I’ll go start coffee and walk Pers,” he said after kissing her. “You two get in the shower. And I’m noting that our master bath will have a huge-ass shower, as well as a soaking tub large enough for three.”
Ellis smiled down at her and pulled her to him for one more kiss. “I guess we’re not two bachelors anymore,” he said.
She draped her arms around him, loving the feel of his body against hers. “Nope.”
“Last chance to back out.”
She let out a laugh. “That would be hell no. If not for my own reasons, for the fact that Sachi would turn her skeet gun on me in total frustration.”
Ellis had already eaten, dressed, and left for the office when Brad grabbed his shower. Mandaline had dressed and was heading downstairs when she heard the back door open.
Sachi frowned when she spotted Mandaline. Then she froze, a beaming grin spreading across her cheeks as she let out an ear-piercing squee and rushed Mandaline. She dropped her purse and threw her arms around Mandaline, practically knocking them both to the ground as she jumped up and down.
“Oh my Goddess! You finally got off your ass and did it! Oh my Goddess! I’m so happy for you! Where are those boys? I want to hug them!”
Mandaline finally untangled herself from her ebullient friend. “Yes, I got laid. I’m glad you’re happy. Ellis already left for work and Brad’s in the shower. Can we please not make a big deal about this in front of everyone?”
Sachi put on an atomic-powered pout. “Aww. That means I have to cancel the ‘Mandaline Got Laid’ cake?”
Mandaline rolled her eyes. “I’ll let you make me a cup of cappuccino. How’s that sound?”
Sachi grinned. “Deal. “
* * * *
Ellis found himself having trouble getting into his morning routine. And not because he’d finally gotten laid for the first tim
e in too long.
Only moments before Mandaline awoke and rolled on top of him, he’d awoken from a disturbing dream.
Making love to Mandaline had definitely been a great way to get the dream out of his head, for a while. This dream had been so vivid, felt so real that he’d expected to open his eyes and find himself in his own bedroom at the house.
In his dream, Julie was alive. She went to his closet and without a word, somehow opened his gun safe and brought out his gun.
She’d held it up with both hands, a stern expression on her face. “Keep it close.”
“Why?”
She nodded toward his bed. “Believe.”
He’d turned to see an over-under shotgun lying on his bed. A gun he’d never seen before.
“I don’t understand.” But when he’d turned back to her, she was gone. And so was the shotgun on his bed.
That was when he’d woke up.
Fortunately, making love to Mandaline pushed all that right out of his brain. Now that it was back, however, he couldn’t quit thinking about it.
* * * *
Mandaline had returned from picking up their daily order from Libbie’s bakery. There were customers in the store, but none at the counter.
“I had another dream,” she softly admitted to Sachi. “This morning. Right before I woke up.”
“What?”
“About Julie. I think I know why Carl was really here.” As she told Sachi the details, her friend’s face grew hard and stony.
“Boy, would I love to get that asshole alone for a few minutes.”
“Don’t tell the guys.”
“Why not? Sic your legal beagle on the assholes.”
“Because I don’t have any proof. I go in front of a judge and say that I found out because of a dream, then it definitely will get plastered all over the tabloids.”
“True.” She chewed on an already short thumbnail. “Hexing is looking better every day, you know that?”
“No.”
“At least let me do a protection spell for you. Bind both of them, keep them the hell away from us and here.”
“I don’t know if that’ll work against assholes like them.”
“Can’t hurt.” She brightly grinned. “And if that doesn’t work, I can always offer to take them skeet shooting with me. Alone. In the woods. At night.”
* * * *
Mandaline had an errand to run that morning. A few minutes before ten, she excused herself and tried to make it out the door without playing twenty questions with Sachi.
No such luck.
“Where are you going?” Sachi asked.
“I need to go somewhere.”
“You’re not taking your car?”
Mandaline felt heat fill her face. “I’ll be right back.”
“So why all the secrecy?” Sachi wore a playful grin.
Mandaline knew her friend was enjoying the hell out of this. “No secrecy.”
“Then where are you going?”
“I’m going to fire you.”
Sachi snorted. “No you won’t. You luuuuubs me.” She turned to head back to the counter. “Tell the doc I said hi.”
Mandaline stopped in her tracks. “How’d you know that?”
She laughed. “He called this morning to confirm your appointment. Duh.”
Dr. Smith was one of those rare, dying breeds of small-town family doctors who might even be persuaded to make house calls on occasion. His nurse only worked part-time in the summer, when business was at its slowest. So it wasn’t uncommon to find him manning the phone at the front desk when someone walked in for their appointment.
Which was where Mandaline found him when she entered his waiting room. Alone in the office, he looked up at her arrival. “There you are. Let’s go back to my office.” She followed him back and sat at the chair in front of his desk. “Now, what can I do for you today, Mandaline?”
She felt her face heat. I’m really getting tired of that. “I need a prescription.”
“You’ll need to be a little more specific.”
She sighed. “I need a prescription for birth control pills,” she mumbled.
He chuckled kindly. “May I ask why you didn’t call your ob-gyn for that?”
“She’s booked up until next month for non-emergencies. I need them a little sooner than that.”
“Ah. You do realize you should take a full cycle of them before you can really consider yourself ‘safe.’ In other words, use a backup form of protection.”
She nodded.
He reached for a file at the corner of his desk. He was her primary care physician, and had been since she was a teenager. She didn’t always get to see him every year, and she didn’t even have health insurance at the moment, but she also didn’t have to pay hundreds of dollars for an office visit, either.
He glanced through her file. “I need to get current weight and vitals on you. When did you last see your ob-gyn?”
“Last year.”
“Did you get your annual and a pap smear?”
“All normal.”
He nodded. “Good.” He stood, carrying the folder. “Follow me to my lair and let’s get you checked out.”
Fifteen minutes later she left his office with a proclamation of good health, a script for birth control pills, and thirty dollars poorer for the office visit. She walked over several blocks to the closest drugstore to get the prescription filled before returning to the store a little before eleven.
Sachi was setting up a reading appointment for a new customer. When she finished with that, she followed Mandaline into the office. “Well?”
“You realize talking about this makes me very uncomfortable, right?”
“Duh. Why do you think I do it?”
“You’re lucky I lubs you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She glanced out the door to ensure no one was within hearing distance. She lowered her voice, her expression momentarily turning serious. “You all right?”
“I need serious Sachi to stay here for a moment.”
Sachi made a motion of crossing her heart with her right index finger.
“I’m scared.”
She smiled. Not her rapacious, teasing smile either, but a kind, gentle smile. “That’s good. It’s healthy. I’d be equally worried about you if you’d dove into this headfirst without a second thought.”
“You would?”
She tilted her head the other direction. “Duh. Your aura looked so gorgeous this morning when I walked in. Brilliant, pure, clear, beautiful pink. You’ve been grey and cloudy and so, so sad for such a long time. I don’t even mean since Julie…” She cleared her throat. “Your aura’s been getting cloudier and darker, like aquarium water no one bothered to change, for a couple of years now. I’ve been really worried about you. Fish go belly up if they stay in that crap too long, and I couldn’t imagine that it was doing your soul any good either.”
She sat back and stared at her friend. “Why didn’t you say anything?” she quietly asked.
“Honey, what was I supposed to say? I wouldn’t have been telling you anything you didn’t already know deep in your heart. Why rub your face in it? It was easier for me to play comic relief sidekick whenever the opportunity arose.”
“You’re damn good at that.”
She grinned. “Why thank you. Sarcasm is just one of the many services I offer.” She snapped her fingers. “Oh! Almost forgot. Jenny Nyland is coming by later to get you to notarize some sports camp forms for her.” Mandaline had become a Notary so she could perform weddings for clients, but also signed forms for friends when they needed it.
A thought passed through Mandaline’s mind. “Why do you think Julie didn’t have me witness those forms for her?”
Sachi tilted her head again, back to serious. “Why do you think? For starters, she left things to you. That’s probably a conflict or something. And because she probably didn’t want you to know. My guess is that, based on her taking the paperwork with her, she suspected so
mething bad might happen and she wanted her ducks in a row in case they did. And if they didn’t, you’d never be the wiser.”
Mandaline thought back to the day before Julie died. “She saw something,” she told Sachi. “She had a vision and wouldn’t tell me what.”
Sachi slowly nodded. “Yeah. Probably. She was always good like that. Prescient flashes. Spooky good, even in my book.”
“She still went. And wouldn’t let me go with her.”
“Don’t go there again,” Sachi warned. “Past is past. Written. Done. Unchangeable. She made her choices. She also likely saved two lives. Maybe three by not letting you come with.”
“Sounds like you’re starting to warm to Sami and Matt.”
Sachi suddenly found her cuticles very interesting. “I’ve held too many grudges in my life,” she quietly said. “Some deserved, some not. This is one I know I have to let go because they don’t deserve it. They deserve my friendship. That’s one way I can honor Julie’s spirit.” She gave Mandaline a quick hug and darted out the door.
Once again, Sachi the enigma had briefly appeared. Sachi the wounded spirit. Sachi the lonely one.
“Hey!” Mandaline called out after her.
She stuck her head in the doorway. “Yeah, boss?”
“You shooting tonight?”
“Six rounds. I reloaded after I got home yesterday. Why?”
“No reason. Just wondering. Don’t forget we’ve got that investigation tomorrow night.”
Sachi cocked an eyebrow at her but gave her a thumbs-up before she headed back to the counter.
Mandaline turned to the computer to do some work. She knew if Sachi was going shooting tonight, it meant she would unwind and come in tomorrow relaxed and back to her usual playful, snarky self.
It also meant Mandaline wouldn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about locking the doors as soon as she could and kicking everyone out so she could have alone time with her men.
* * * *