Destined for Two (18 page)

Rhia sauntered into the front door of the lake house, her body still swaying gently to the music that pounded through her head. She loved street parties and wished they occurred more often. The party atmosphere and soft breezes always made her feel so alive.

As she turned, she caught her husbands watching her with interest and just a little amusement, and she smiled coyly.

“I think we should make this party a yearly event. I can’t remember when I’ve seen you smile so much,” Jorel said.

“We can come back?” she asked, hopeful.

“Of course,” Keenas said as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his hips against the mahogany stair railing. “Anytime you want.”

“You’re just saying that,” she said, teasing him.

“I never say anything I don’t mean, sweet.”

“Really?” she drawled.

With a grin, she ran her hand enticingly over the railing, then turned to head up the stairs. Halfway up, she glanced at them over her shoulder. “Are you coming?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jorel and Keenas stared at one another for about a second before both of them sprinted up the stairs behind her. With a squeal, she took off at a run to the third floor, her husbands fast on her heels. For the first time since being with them, she wanted them. Wanted them so much, her whole body ached with it. Not because they seduced her, but because her feelings for them had deepened. She had begun to think of them as her husbands, the men she would spend the rest of her life with, have children with. And she so wanted children.

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Arriving at the door, she stopped and spun around, resting her back against the thick wood. Behind it was her king-size bed covered with a silk down comforter in the most beautiful shade of indigo blue. Huge windows opened to overlook the garden and lake, allowing a soft breeze to blow through all hours of the day. She even had her own bathroom with a massive garden tub big enough for three people. The idea made her grin as she watched her men approach.

Boys who looked just like them would be so wonderful and her heart warmed. “I want children,” she blurted, surprising them. “But I don’t want children if you’re going to put your…royal responsibilities before them. I want our children to be first. I want them to have a father who will play with them, give them all the love and attention they deserve, just like Devlin gave me.”

Jorel smiled, but Keenas was the one who spoke first. “Our father was always there for us. He played with us, taught us.” He nodded his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

“Disciplined us when necessary, Jorel more so than me.”

“That’s his story.” Jorel snorted.

“You’ve already admitted to being worse than him,” she pointed out with a grin.

“True enough,” he said with a nod.

“One thing you will never have to worry about, sweet,” Keenas said, turning her face to look at him, “we want children. Lots of children, and we will shower them with as much love and attention as they can handle. Our father always put us first and we will do the same with our children.”

“I second that,” Jorel said as he reached behind her and turned the knob. “Now, let’s get in here and get started on making those children.”

“Children? Plural?” she asked. Jorel took her hand and tugged her into the room. “Are you expecting twins?”

“Well, twins do run in the family.”

Keenas moved about, lighting candles that had been set in various spots around the room. The windows had been closed, keeping the cool night air outside. Soon candlelight flickered against the walls and the bronze of their skin as Jorel and Keenas removed their shirts. They tossed them to the floor and moved toward her, one in front, one behind.

Her heart beat wildly in her chest as Keenas gently touched his lips to hers. His tongue invaded, coaxing a response she could never deny. He tasted of sweet caramel and warm brandy. So intoxicating and wild, so heavenly she thought she might drown in it.

He broke the kiss and Jorel moved to take his place, kissing her so tenderly the last of her heart melted away. She was theirs -- all theirs. One of their hands tugged at the stays that held her top together beneath her breasts. The other set of hands tugged at her pants, loosening them around her waist. Dropping to his knees, he removed her high-heeled 122

sandals, then tugged her pants down around her ankles so she could kick them aside with her toe.

His touch was soft against the calf of her leg, and his lips…oh God…his lips worked a sensual path up the back of her leg that made her tremble. Jorel’s tongue continued to gently plunder her mouth, making her mindless with need. Wetness pooled between her thighs and her nipples beaded painfully. She wanted them to touch her there. She wanted to feel their hands squeezing them, plucking at them, but they kept things slow -- kept teasing her.

Keenas moved to nip at her ass with his teeth and she started, gasping into Jorel’s mouth. Keenas’s lips then brushed over the bite, soothing away the sharp tingle, replacing it with searing heat. A burning hunger that surprised her built in her ass. It pulsed and grew as Keenas continued to lick and kiss at the globes of her ass, then farther up to the small of her back.

Jorel’s hands moved to cup her breasts. She moaned as his fingers squeezed and massaged the mounds, tugged at her nipples. She’d seen this in the bar -- two men and one woman. Never in her life did she imagine she would enjoy it so much. Four hands touching her, two sets of lips driving her mad -- it was all so heady, so intoxicating.

Keenas slid two fingers into her pussy from behind and she groaned, pushing her hips back to take more of the thick digits. She shuddered from head to toe as he gently thrust them in and out, stretching her as he went.

“She’s so hot,” Keenas murmured, and Jorel moved his fingers to join his between her thighs.

He thrust his fingers into her pussy along with Keenas’s and her knees almost buckled.

She gripped Jorel’s shoulders, holding tight as her mind fell into a tailspin. She gasped for air, dragging it into her lungs with a hoarse cry.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Jorel whispered.

She nodded, completely beyond any kind of coherent speech. Her fingers clenched at the flesh of his arm, digging in and leaving half-moons.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Talk to me, Rhianna.”

“It feels good,” she gasped, grinding her hips. They each added another finger and she cried out, her pussy sucking them farther inside her. “Oh, yes.”

“I want to taste you,” Jorel murmured against her open mouth. “I want to lick this sweet pussy.”

She nodded, her mouth working wordlessly, like a fish gasping for air. She wanted that.

She wanted to feel his mouth against her mound. She wanted to feel his tongue fucking her.

Keenas moved to sit on the bed and pulled her down onto his lap, her back to his chest. He hooked her legs over his thighs, and then spread them wide. Jorel kneeled between them, his fingers separating her damp folds.

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She watched, panting, as Jorel licked up her slit to circle her sensitive clit. She gasped as his tongue gently swiped across it, sending sharp sparks to her womb. Keenas’s cock settled between the cheeks of her ass, rocking gently against her, which caused her pussy to grind against Jorel’s mouth. She moaned, biting down on her lip as the tension in her body built higher.

Jorel licked at her, using his tongue to toy with her clit and make her crazy, but he pulled away much too soon. “No,” she gasped, tugging at his head to pull him back.

He removed her hands and lifted her from Keenas’s lap. “On the bed, on your stomach.”

“My stomach?” she questioned, but did as he asked, sighing as the silk comforter rubbed against her aching mound.

Something cold and wet probed between the cheeks of her ass and she glanced over her shoulder at Keenas. His jaw was tight, his gaze intent as he separated her cheeks and pressed the tip of the toy at her opening. It was long, with balls of varying size that became bigger as they progressed to the tip.

“Where did you get that?” she asked.

“We brought it with us. It’s to help prepare you for both of us,” Keenas replied, and then gently slid the tip past her opening.

She gasped at the burning sensation as the first two balls pushed past the tight ring of resistance. With a moan, she lifted her hips, taking it three more balls deeper, each one stretching her wider. Keenas slapped at her hip and the sharp sting sent tingling sensations up her spine. She liked it and wanted him to do it again. When he did, she moaned as the muscles of her anus contracted around the toy he embedded deep inside her.

“Now turn over,” Keenas ordered.

She flipped over and he spread her legs wide, throwing one leg over his shoulder; the other circled his waist. Gently he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy, his face contorted and his eyes closed. She couldn’t stop looking at him as he held himself back.

Jorel gently brushed across her clit with his fingers and her hips jerked, taking Keenas deeper inside her. Juices poured from her to coat his cock and the toy crammed in her ass.

Leaning over her, Jorel licked at her nipples, tormenting the hard buds. She moaned, arching her back and panting for air. Keenas was taking too long. She wanted him inside her, filling her pussy.

“Keenas,” she sighed. “Please.”

With a growl, he thrust forward, going only halfway in. She gasped at the stretching, filling sensation. She winced as he pressed farther still. Pain mixed with pleasure as he pulled back, and then pressed forward again. Jorel continued to toy with her breasts, his lips and tongue laving each mound with deliberate intent.

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“God, she’s so damn tight,” Keenas growled as he pulled back, then moved against her, going balls-deep.

Rhianna screamed and lifted her hips, her pussy pulsing around the invading shaft while her ass pulsed around the toy. Pleasure and pain mingled as his slow, steady rhythm sent her senses reeling out of control. Her hands fisted in the comforter, clenching and unclenching as she fought to stop her orgasm from taking hold.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she groaned as Keenas plundered her pussy over and over, thrusting harder and deeper with every pump of his hips.

Jorel moved to straddle her shoulders, gripping his cock at the base and holding it right before her lips. “Lick it, beautiful,” he whispered.

Opening her lips, she licked at the head, but Keenas was plundering her so hard, her head moved. Jorel shifted and she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock from balls to tip. He groaned and his balls drew up tight as she bit softly at the underside.

“I want to see those beautiful lips around it, Rhianna. Take my cock into your mouth.” She opened her lips, allowing him to guide the head between them. She moaned around his girth, circling the tip with her tongue. His musky, salty taste filled her mouth and she sucked at him, moving her mouth in the same rhythm as Keenas’s cock.

The pressure in her womb built higher as tingling sensations swam along her limbs.

She was so close, and already she could tell it would be mind-blowing. Her breasts ached and swelled as Keenas thrust harder, deeper, hitting her womb and splitting her in two. Jorel fucked her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with the tip of his thick shaft.

Every nerve ending screamed with pleasure. It happened suddenly and with such intense heat, she screamed as loud as she could with a cock down her throat. Pumping her hips, she rode out the wave. Her pussy clenched and sucked at Keenas’s cock. Her ass pulsed around the toy, intensifying her pleasure.

“That’s it, sweet,” Keenas growled as he pulled from her pussy, making her moan in protest. Jorel removed his cock from her mouth and helped her onto her knees. He moved behind her and slid his cock into her pussy with a long, low groan.

“Oh, so good. Such a wet, tight little pussy,” he purred as he ever so slowly thrust his cock deep inside. His fingers tugged at the toy, moving it in and out in counterpart to his cock and she groaned, moving her hips in time with him.

Keenas moved in front of her, putting his cock at her lips. She opened her mouth and licked at his head gently, like she would a piece of sweet candy. She could taste herself on his cock and, intrigued, she licked along his length. He buried his hand in her hair, encouraging her to keep up with the long, slow licks of her tongue.

“Suck it, sweet. Make me come down your throat,” Keenas growled and she opened her mouth, sucking him between her lips.

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Her body tensed again, the pressure building until she exploded around the two invading shafts filling her so full it was almost painful. But the pleasure, the incredible, ever-increasing pleasure made her light-headed. She focused everything she had on sucking Keenas’s cock. She wanted to taste his cum, wanted to feel him filling her mouth with his salty liquid.

With a shout, Jorel joined her, filling her pussy with hot jets of semen as he pushed the toy deep in her ass as well. She felt so full, so consumed, and she sucked hard at Keenas. He thrusted, hitting the back of her throat with a growl and shooting his cum down her throat.

She licked greedily, enjoying his salty, musky taste.

Keenas fell back on the bed with a sigh and she crawled over to lie across his chest. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and she relaxed against him. Jorel gently tugged the toy from her ass; she winced at the slight pain as it pulled free. He tossed the toy to the floor, then smoothed his hand over her hips.