Sam traced the line of her nether lips with his tongue. Jolts of pleasure shot from her pussy to her heart. Emotions only he could elicit swamped her brain. Love, desire, passion and devotion. No matter what happened, her heart belonged to Sam Rhodes.
Sam rose up on his knees and palmed her pussy. He arched forward over her and licked his lips. As if on cue, Quint leaned forward and met Sam for a kiss. Her control splintered. Seeing them lock lips while Sam entered her with one finger took her lust to places she never imagined. She smoothed a trickle of sweat from Sam’s temple. He broke the kiss, rested his forehead on Quint’s and closed his eyes.
“Fuck.” He grinned then returned to his place at her pussy. He spread her open with his right hand and continued to pump his index finger in her tight channel. He added another finger, easing her open further.
Emma clenched and unclenched her hands. Each swipe of Sam’s tongue along her labia, combined with the digits in her cunt pushed her closer to the edge. Sam suckled on her clit and curled his fingers in her pussy. He rubbed her G-spot in slow strokes. Sam added another finger and continued pumping all three in and out of her nether lips. She keened at the pressure and desire building within her body. She planted her feet on the mattress and bucked, fucking herself on his fingers. All the while, Quint massaged her chest. The onslaught of emotions and sensations overwhelmed her. He kissed her temple and whispered to her.
“So hot, seeing you take his fingers. Fuck yourself on him. Show him you love him.” His words buzzed in her ear.
The heat in her body kicked up another notch. She loved dirty talk.
“May I have a taste?” Quint’s voice wavered. “Please? I can’t wait any longer.”
Sam stopped his ministrations. “Em?”
“Yes, yes.” Emma wrestled free of Sam’s grasp and threaded her fingers through Quint’s short hair. Quint flicked his tongue over her nipples, sending shards of excitement to her core. Sam resumed his attention on her clit. God. Her dreams of being taken by the both of them were nearly coming true. Was it possible for sex to be any better? Possible, but she didn’t want either of them to stop.
Her legs trembled and her muscles went taut. Both men worked in perfect time on her body. Quint bit down on her nipple and flicked his tongue over the tip. As the same time, Sam sucked hard on her clit. The tidal wave of lust toppled over the edge into pure orgasmic bliss. Emma cried out. More than anything, she loved and cared about the two men worshipping her body.
“Sam.” She fought his grasp, needing to touch him. “I love you.”
Chapter Two
Who knew the three of them could set the sheets on fire within minutes? Sam fell back onto his heels. Quint scooted away from Emma; his chest heaved as he leaned against the headboard and palmed his cock once more.
Sam stroked her thigh. Seeing her with Quint, being in the moment, everything felt so right. And scary as hell. Sure, he’d heard those exact words from her so many times before…before his job consumed his life. He breathed in her womanly scent and closed his eyes. She deserved more than a world-weary former cop turned private investigator as her husband. Emma Rhodes needed a man who could cater to her needs in and out of the bedroom. Someone who worked a regular job and didn’t duck bullets for a living. But the sheer thought of her making love to another man, a boring man, the way she laid with him churned Sam’s stomach.
So did the idea of her going out into public and getting killed over a lousy pint of ice cream.
The hours he’d spent convincing himself he didn’t love her amounted to nothing. He needed her more than the air he breathed. Sam forced his eyes open and smoothed his hand down her leg. Would she be willing to take him back into her life, even with the baggage he refused to part with? Who was he kidding? Quint wasn’t baggage. He was the third Sam needed to be complete. Shit. Everything spiraled out of control. And she knew about him and Quint! How long she’d known, he wasn’t sure, but Jesus.
Eyes closed, Emma remained sprawled across the bed, her inky hair spilling over her shoulders and onto the pillow. Her juices sparkled on her inner thighs like glitter. He’d never fallen out of love with her and never would.
“Only you, Sam. I won’t take another unless you ask,” she murmured. He loved to watch her come down from the high. She wriggled on the bed, caught up in the aftershocks of the orgasm. “You’re the one—unless Quint wants to be the permanent third.”
Her words sliced straight through his heart. She still loved him and suggested taking Quint into their bed on a regular basis wasn’t a bad idea. Holy hell. A man could only be so lucky. He’d fuck the both of them until they all collapsed. First, he’d make love to his wife. “Come here before I make a fool of myself and come in my pants instead of in you.”
“Sam?” Quint stared up at his lover with wide eyes. He hugged Emma, cradling her to his chest. “What do you want from me?”
Sam kicked off his boots and socks. He unbuckled the thick leather belt and dropped his jeans in an instant. His penis pointed to her like a beacon and reminded him where he belonged—with her and Quint.
“Em, what do you want us to do?” Sam rested his hands on his hips. He never figured having the two of them in the same room and naked would be so difficult. “You call the shots.”
Now Emma stared at him. “I do?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied.
She sat up straighter. “You want to be with the both of us, don’t you? At the same time?” Emma scooted around, her gaze vacillating between him and Quint. “Right?”
“Yes.” Sam gave her complete honesty. “Yes. I love Quint as much as I love you.” He’d never said the words to her out loud and braced for her reaction. Yes, he knew she’d learned their secret and seemed to get off on the both of them touching her. She’d even suggested they have a threesome, but feelings could change once the actual act occurred. “I want both of you at the same time.”
“You’ll never believe this.” Emma sat up and crossed her ankles. “But I knew and always wondered what would happen if the three of us got together and not just for some touching and kissing. Sam, you don’t trust many people. Having Quint here proved to me that he was someone special.” She bobbed her head. “And you’re really loud when you don’t think I can hear you having sex.”
“You…heard?” Sam didn’t expect her reaction to be quite so nonchalant. “Babe?” Then again, he never expected her to agree to the threesome. His heart ached in a combination of joy and fear—joy at both of his loves being in his bed at the same time and fear they’d ruin everything by taking the next step.
Emma grinned. “I told you, I walked in on you. You two were making so much noise you never noticed me. I got off, though. Replayed that memory in my head lots of times.” She shivered then crooked her finger at Quint. “Quint?”
“Yeah?” He scampered to her side. “What do you want, babe?”
“You in him while he’s in me.” She smoothed her hand over his cheek. “Then we switch.” Emma fastened her mouth to Quint’s.
Renewed desire blossomed in Sam. He preferred not to play the bottom role, but if she wanted him to, he would be whatever she asked. His love for the both of them soared. The three could work well. He stroked his dick and the sensation of his hand on his body combined with seeing Emma and Quint kissing drew a groan from deep in his throat. Damn, they were hot together and the embodiment of his naughty fantasies.
Emma broke the kiss first. “I’m good when I’m with the both of you—safe, sound and satisfied.”
“You’re inflating my ego and I love it.” Sam rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Love you.” He then wrapped his fingers around the back of Quint’s neck, dragging his other lover's face close. “You’ve got more rubbers, right?”
“Lots.” Quint wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck. “You’re the only dick I want.”
“Good.” Sam kissed Quint hard on the lips, savoring the scratch of Quint’s stubble on his cheeks. “Love you, too.”
Emma scooted out from underneath Sam and rummaged through her drawer. Her bottom wiggled as she moved and her hair swished over her shoulders. “Never thought I’d use this for what we’re going to do.” She tossed the bottle of lube at Quint’s thigh. “That’s what I get for saying never.”
Sam grabbed her ankle. He always thought she looked sexy, but seeing her lose her inhibitions and embrace his suggestion made her a goddess in his eyes. “My bad girl has lots of secrets, eh?” With her now on her stomach, he tugged her to the edge of the bed. “How many spanks will it take to make you scream my name?” He flattened his hand on her bottom. “One? Two?” He swatted her twice, leaving a rosy handprint on her pale skin. “Three?”
“Thank you, Sam.” Emma wriggled her ass. She peeked over her shoulder and moaned. “More. Make me burn.”
He knelt over her. “Always, my love.” His cock rubbed between her thighs, sending a tremor through his body. God, he needed the release—needed her and Quint so much. “Four it is.” He spanked her four more times, thrilled when she squealed and arched into him.
“I want you,” she whispered. “Sam, I need you.”
While Sam punished Emma, Quint slipped off the bed. He worked his t-shirt up over his head and tossed the garment onto the floor. His pants, already open, ended up in a heap next to the shirt. His cock bobbed and a shimmer of precome shone on the blunt head.
“Quint? She needs your attention. Her bottom isn’t red enough.” Sam smoothed his hand over her heated flesh.
“Very true.” Quint swatted her, gentle taps at first. The second and third blows increased the pressure. His final swat reddened her already flushed skin. “So pretty when it’s pink.” He kissed Sam’s neck. “So hot when you spank her. Might have to be next.”
“Yes, you should.” Sam slapped her bottom once more then kissed Quint. A myriad of ideas for their next play session flooded his mind. Yes, spanking Quint turned Sam on even more.
“I want to come,” she gasped.
Sam fingered her cunt then wrapped his slick hand around his cock. He nudged the head of his erection into her body. Emma cried out once more. “Oh, my God!”
“Yes.” He pushed and filled her to the hilt. The love in his heart tingled through his veins and centered in his groin. His balls ached and swatted her clit. His cock pulsed, teasing her inner walls. He gritted his teeth to hold back the coming orgasm. Shit. If Quint didn’t get moving, he’d come before the other two hit their peak.
“I’m right here.” Quint’s breath skittered across Sam’s shoulders. One arm wrapped around Sam’s middle, while Quint held on with the other. “Breathe with me.”
The sound of tearing foil and squirting liquid caught Sam’s attention. It wouldn’t be long now. He grinned. “Jesus.”
“Going to burn,” Quint murmured. He pushed against Sam’s asshole, one finger, then two.
Sam groaned at the tight fit. Damn. He buried himself deep in Emma as Quint’s cock breached the tense ring of muscle. Sam bore down on Quint, giving him better passage. He’d dreamed of them being together, all three. The real experience surpassed any fantasy.
“Sweet Jesus.” Quint laced the fingers of his right hand with Emma’s fingers. “You’re the best I ever had. Both of you.”
His fingers bit into Sam’s hip, but he failed to notice. The combination of Quint in his ass and Emma surrounding him filled Sam’s body and senses. His skin prickled. He breathed in the scent of Emma’s cologne, sweat and the soap on Quint’s skin. A hint of Emma’s spicy taste lingered on his tongue. He kissed her back, running his tongue over her spine. Her hair tickled his nose.
Emma keened and bucked into him, pushing him back to more of an upright position. “Oh, God. Harder.”
Sam grunted and his thrusts increased in tempo with Quint’s moves. A bead of sweat trickled down Sam’s forehead landed between her shoulder blades. Emma moaned. She clutched the blankets, bunching the sheets in her hands. With Quint at the same pace, Sam pistoned into her body, making them one on a primal level. Tingles shot from his toes to his scalp and back again as the orgasm built.
Emma threw her head back and screamed. Her hair dusted his face in the process. “Sam!”
He bore down on her. His seed spurted into her pussy. Behind him, Quint emptied his load into Sam’s ass. Sam braced himself on his hands on either side of Emma’s shoulders. As he kissed Emma’s skin, Quint rested his cheek on Sam’s shoulder.
Sam drank in the moment. The two people he loved in perfect rhythm. Everyone was safe. Now if he could keep the threesome together.
Chapter Three
Quint nipped Sam’s shoulder. God, he loved the taste of Sam—salt and sex. He pulled out and scrubbed both hands over his face. Being with the both of them signaled a dream come true. He loved Sam with his whole heart and cared about Emma more than he could believe. But he couldn’t get his mind off the inevitable. The threesome wasn’t guaranteed.
“Love you, babe.” Sam backed off Emma and covered her with the sheet. “Didn’t think you’d see me again?”
“When do you have to leave?” Her voice came out in a whisper. Emma held out her hand to Quint. “Sit with us. I want to know what you weren’t telling me. Both of you.”
Quint suppressed a smile. She wanted him there…still. He stepped into his jeans then crept up beside her on the bed. Emma slipped her hand into his. She rested her head on his shoulder.
Sam blew out a long breath and fisted his hands on his hips. “I’m home for good, sweets.” He yanked his pants up his legs and stuffed himself behind the zipper. “But we are all leaving in an hour.”
“An hour?” Emma glanced up at Quint. “We?”
“Yes.” Sam grabbed his shirt from the floor. “You’re safe, but I want to get out of this town. Put the past behind us.”
Emma squeezed Quint’s fingers. “What about Morales? Yes, he’s in jail, but are his friends coming after me? Am I going to have to use an assumed name?”
“Are you going to tell her everything?” Quint braced himself and hopped off the bed. “She needs to know the truth. All of it.” Even if the truth broke his heart.
“Quint’s right. I owe you an explanation. Both of you.” Sam sighed and tugged the shirt over his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Em, when you went to the store. He wanted someone to pay, and unfortunately four people paid with their lives. I’m not the lone man who brought him down, but I’m damn sure he’s not in a position to hurt anyone. Not only did we catch him trading illegal weaponry, but the ATF has him on trafficking. The threats you received were turned over to the police. He and his gang are going away for a long time.”