Heavenly Angel (35 page)

“I’ll remember, Joaquin, but I’m going to love it. I’ll get Grace to help me pick the right ones. Anything else?”

Teresa’s enthusiasm seemed to stoke a fire in his brilliant green eyes. “Lubricant. Lots of lubricant. Beyond that, I want you to get anything else you want to try. We’re totally open.”

“Oh, boy. At this rate, I’ll be horny and needy all day.” She whimpered. Hearing a metallic click, she glanced in the mirror and hummed in need when she saw the heat in his eyes as he locked the door to the bathroom.

“Have I told you how much I love being able to fuck you without a condom on?” he murmured as he slipped behind her and gazed into her half-lidded eyes. His hands slid around her and cupped her breasts, and brushed his hardened cock against her ass.

She moaned in need, wanting to feel that hot length thrust inside her. “Um, repeatedly.”

“Going skin on skin with you is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, sugar. I’m your willing slave.”

She gave him a seductive smile in the mirror. “Well then, my sweet slave, your mistress needs a quick, hard fuck from behind if you’re up for it.” Her vocabulary had evolved in recent days.

Joaquin pressed against her again, grasping her hips so she could feel how hard he was then quickly freed her from her jeans. “
I live to serve
,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder as he released his solid erection.

He flicked on the vent to mask any sounds and slid his fingers down her abdomen. She leaned back against him with his cock resting against the cleft of her ass. His fingers traced the wispy black curls at her mound before sliding slowly into her bare, wet slit to find she was dripping and ready.

Joaquin growled softly in her ear. “Oh, holy fuck. I want to eat you up.”

She chuckled quietly. “No time. That’ll have to wait for tonight. Mmmm, yes, honey.”

One finger delved into her opening then swirled up around her clit, zeroing in on it and drawing a husky moan of pleasure from her. He was persistent, swirling a fingertip around it, stroking one side then the other in a relentless rhythm that had her rising inexorably toward crescendo. Teresa’s hips flexed, and just as that assurance washed over her, signaling her release, the head of his cock nudged her cunt.

His fingers never wavered in their tempo, and her orgasm broke over her in a tumultuous wave as his cock slid home in one firm thrust. She panted loudly out as she came. The feel of him stroking his long, hot length into her caused her hips to grind against him while he continued strumming until she came a second time even harder. The orgasm was almost overwhelming in its burning intensity, and he growled as her pussy clamped down on him. He thrust gently, whispering words of encouragement as she rode each pulse.

As her whimpers and cries faded, he thrust hard, pulling out and plunging in over and over. She braced herself on the counter, and he thrust directly against her G-spot, and the cry built inside her as he punctuated every word with an earth-shattering stroke. “Love that little
sweet spot
.” Her pussy reacted by tightening like a fist.

Covering her mouth with her hand, Teresa tried desperately to muffle her cry and at the same time wanting to shout the house down. They’d unleashed a shrieking banshee when they conditioned her to not hold back her orgasmic cries over their honeymoon.

Her pussy clamped down on him again as she came, and this time he followed her with his own release, letting loose a husky growl as his cock pulsed inside her. He rested his chest lightly against her back as he caught his breath. Joaquin wrapped his arms around her, and she was glad he stayed that way for a minute. Teresa needed the quiet contact with him as much as she’d needed the release.

Resting her cheek on her forearm, Teresa closed her eyes as she caught her breath. She loved the feel of him still so huge inside her, always amazed by his stamina and his willingness to go out of his way to please her. An aftershock flowed through her at the thought, and he thrust against her in response, growling softly in pleasure.

Finally he stood, his hand pressing on the small of her back. Teresa watched his handsome face in the mirror, knowing how much he loved this. She arched her back so he could see better and squeezed him with her pussy muscles as he slowly withdrew, making him hiss in response.

She was gratified when his cock finally slid from her, and he smiled with absolute male satisfaction. The look on his face proclaimed
mine,
and she knew he could see his seed filling her opening. Teresa moaned when her pussy clenched in his absence, wanting him back. Her cum and his mixed together trickled from her pussy, and she gasped when he slid his finger through her pussy lips. She arched a bit more, and he slid his thumb into her opening then brushed her clit tenderly, like a promise of more to “come” later,
literally
.

“I love your pussy so much, Teresa. I wish I could plant myself here and never leave it.” He groaned as he brushed his thumb over her sensitive lips one last time.

“Well, my pussy loves you, too.
Come
as often as you like,” she quipped and giggled. He snickered good-naturedly at her double entendre.

“That’s Gracie’s influence on you, right there.”

“What a nice thing to say! Well, I’d better get cleaned up.” She glanced at her watch. “Oh
shoot
, I lost track of time. Grace is probably waiting for me.”

He helped her get cleaned up and redressed. A few minutes later, she left the bathroom with him and ventured down the hall to the living room. Heaving a sigh of relief, they saw Angel out on the front porch with Michael, talking with Grace.

She didn’t often get time alone with just one or the other of her men. Each night, all three shared the master bedroom, and there were times, other than at night, when she wished for the chance to be alone with each of them, talking and making love one on one. She’d have to ask Grace how she communicated that need to her men without making the others feel rejected. She hoped Angel wasn’t feeling left out right now.

Grabbing her purse and jacket, she kissed all her men out on the porch and then climbed into the BMW convertible with Grace. Grace looked over at her as she pulled away and gave her a knowing smirk. “You just got laid, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”
Oh gosh, did they hear me when I came?

“And I’m willing to bet you came good and hard by the looks of things,” Grace said as she snickered knowingly.

Oh gosh! Exactly how loud did I scream?
“How—how can you tell?”

Grace flipped open the mirror on the visor. “Look in the mirror. Your throat and upper chest are beet red.”

Teresa looked and gasped. Grace was right. And the more she looked, the redder she got. “Oh, goodness! You can tell by that?”

“It’s a pretty good indicator. Let me guess, three times altogether. And twice
really
hard? Yeah?” Grace snorted and cackled at Teresa’s deer-in-the-headlights look.

When she recovered her voice, she chuckled and said, “Yes, you’re exactly right.
I live in heaven!”

“That’s what I’ve been talking about!”

Chapter Twenty-eight

“Holy moley. Would you look at that?” Teresa whispered as Grace pulled up into the parking lot. The neat and pristine building looked like a quaint little ladies’ boutique from the outside. There were planters intermittently along the sidewalk and heavy lace curtains lined all the windows. More lace lined the glass front door.

Mirroring the lettering on the store sign out at the street and the sign over the marquee, there was a clearly printed sign done in beautiful calligraphy on the door:

Discretion

You must be at least 18

years of age to enter.

We reserve the right to check

your identification.

Absolutely no children

N o E x c e p t i o n s

Thank you,

Discretion Management

“Goody. No teeny-boppers allowed,” Grace said with a giggle as they entered the store, which was fragrant with the aroma of essential oils.

“Indeed,” said a sexy, chuckling voice. “I cannot abide teeny-boppers.”

Grace and Teresa looked to the left and right, finally spotting the owner of the sexy voice rising from the tall rolling chair behind a large antique lingerie-display cabinet, which doubled as a sales counter.

“Hi, I’m Summer Heston,” the woman said, stepping out from behind the counter. “Welcome to Discretion.”

Grace struck up the conversation and Summer told them a little about the shop and showed them around. She and her sister, Margot, co-owned the boutique which had opened in November of the previous year.

By today’s standards, Summer would be considered overweight just as Grace and Teresa would be. If Teresa spent her time looking at fashion magazines and watching reality TV, she would probably believe that as well. But she spent her time in the real world with real people who regularly ate a little more than a cube of cheese and a baby carrot at a meal and enjoyed their food.

Consequently, she felt reasonably happy with her figure and could see in Angel’s and Joaquin’s eyes that they felt
slightly more
than satisfied with how she was built. She could hardly turn her back without one of them pressing up against what
they
described to her as her sweet little ass.

Listening to Grace and Summer talking, Teresa experienced a self-affirming moment of realization. Life experiences had tried to frighten her into living her life tightly bound in her shell, protecting herself. What she had experienced the last eight months was all about her breaking free and doing more than just forgetting the past. It was about embracing the future and becoming the person she was meant to be and spending time around other people who wanted the same thing, like Grace.

Grace had not always been so talkative and sanguine, so filled with a zest for life that you felt it when she was near. She was on the same journey as Teresa, in her own way. Teresa had doubted at one point that she would ever be as open and sociable as she’d become.

Summer gave them a tour of the store. The little boutique was a sexy, eclectic mix of fanciful items. Of course there was the requisite collection of lingerie, corsets, bustiers, panties and other bedroom attire. But Summer and her sister gave the shop an added edge by stocking a wide selection of sexy evening wear designed with
easy access
in mind. They stocked handmade costume jewelry with a sexy twist, including intimate jewelry. They carried a wide variety of sex toys and a collection of scented and flavored massage oils, body lotions, and lubricants. There was a selection of sexy clothing in leather, vinyl, and latex as well as bondage gear. She showed them books on topics ranging from the evolution of lingerie in the modern world to resources for BDSM, dominance, submission, and a wide variety of erotic romance novels. Summer told them that their inventory was geared toward women, but they also boasted an enthusiastic male clientele.

“So, Teresa. Grace tells me you’re both newlyweds,” Summer said. “Do your husbands know where you are today?”

“Yes. Our husbands suggested we come and do some shopping. Grace’s husbands had shopped here before Christmas and told my husbands about it. Mine gave me a shopping list,” Teresa said, taking a big chance with the reveal about multiple partners. She was testing the waters with Summer, and it didn’t take long for her to respond.

Summer looked back and forth between them, and a twinkle lit her eye. “
Back the hell up
. Did you just say husbands as in
plural?
More than one?”

Grace grinned at her and elbowed Teresa. “Want to hear all about it?”

A broad smile crossed Summer’s face. Her cheeks even pinkened a little. She held up one manicured index finger and took a small “back in thirty minutes” sign from under the cash register. Slipping it in front of the lace curtain on the front door, she twisted the latch, locking it.

“Come with me. This sounds like a sit-down conversation.” Summer beckoned them through a doorway that led into a little kitchen area.

“Have a seat,” she said, indicating the bistro-style table and chairs near a rear window, which looked out on a rosebush in a flower bed. She brought a tray that had sugar, creamer, spoon, and napkins on it then brought over a pot of coffee and placed it on a trivet. She handed them each a pretty ceramic mug and said, “The coffee is fresh.”

Reaching in the refrigerator, she pulled out a glass dish. “Margot makes a tiramisu that is to die for.” She got plates and utensils from the cabinet and cut all three of them a piece of the delicious looking dessert.

After they poured coffee, she sat down and looked at them with eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. “Okay. Dish. I am
all ears
.”

“I’m married to three smoking hot cowboys,” Grace said happily. “Jack has thick, wavy black hair and blue eyes. Ethan has longish, dark brown hair and blue eyes and is tall. Adam has short brown hair, captivating pale green eyes, and he’s—”

Summer gasped. “Enormous! I knew it
! I knew it! I knew it
. I should have guessed. Peppermint, Hot Cocoa, and Honey Lemon!” Teresa looked at Grace because Summer had just lost her. She listened quietly, eventually surmising that Summer referred to the scented and flavored lotions and lubricants Grace’s men must have bought for her.