Her Heart's Divide (6 page)

I let go. I gave a long, shuddering cry, and everything inside of me shook free. I came as hard as Ryan asked, riding a powerful orgasm in waves. Both of my husbands kept their hands still but firmly on or in my body, exactly as I liked it best. My internal muscles convulsed around Jack’s fingers. Even after the orgasm ended, my hips moved with the aftershocks. I whimpered, wanting more.

“Take her, Ryan. She needs you.”

“I know.”

I opened my eyes and saw Ryan unsnapping his shorts. I reached for him greedily. I wanted his cock inside me while I was still throbbing and wet.

He slid inside me and groaned in relief. So did I. The sensation of fullness, of his power so close to me, gave me a feeling of completeness.

I turned my head to the side and saw Jack kneeling there. He had his pants unbuttoned, and his own penis was in his hand. It was thinner than Ryan’s, although still thick, and longer. I licked my fingers and reached out for him. I didn’t know his body the way he knew mine, but as my fingers closed around his shaft, he moaned.

“Yeah, Lila. That’s good. So good, honey. Squeeze me tight,” said Jack.

For each of Ryan’s movements, I tried to move my hand on Jack in the same way. It didn’t last for long, though, because Ryan had been ready to come before he’d gotten his pants off. The feeling of my husband’s slick cock pumping in and out was too good. I couldn’t hold still, and I rocked my hips back and forth in time with his rhythm.

Ryan’s back arched and he called out my name. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed him tight. He shuddered, then relaxed. His weight on my body was, in some ways, my favorite part of our sexual relationship. The feeling of his pubic bone flattening my clit made me jump a little.

“Mmm, you could go again, couldn’t you?” whispered Ryan.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

He glanced over at Jack and looked back at me with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t know. But at the very least…well, if you really don’t mind?”

“I don’t. It was my idea, babe.” Ryan kissed me deeply and fondled one of my breasts as he moved away from me.

When I’d moved my hand away from Jack, he’d taken himself in hand. But some part of our intent must have been clear, and he had stopped moving. His long cock rose from thick, light brown curls.

I wanted him. I wanted him even more knowing I had my husband’s blessing. I patted the futon. “Lie down, Jack.”

He did, with a smile for me and a look of gratitude for Ryan. He lay back and I straddled his knees. I meant to touch him slowly and give him the same pleasure he’d given me, but I was too excited. I opened my mouth and took as much of his cock in as I could.

He smelled incredible. Fresh musk, soap and something like cinnamon. I remembered the cinnamon smell from the Christmas where I didn’t kiss him, and the scent brought me back to that night. I moaned and flicked my tongue as I moved my head up and down. He was too long for me to take him all in. I squeezed the base of his perfect cock and picked up the pace.

I felt a finger on my clit and almost came. Ryan was kneeling behind me, reaching around.

“Suck him, honey. Make him feel good.” It was so unexpected and so hot. Ryan moved his hand so that his hard palm was massaging my clit, and his middle and ring fingers were inside me.

“Make me come again, Ryan,” I begged. “I want to come when Jack does.”

I didn’t wait for a response, but went back to Jack. I went down hard and felt him moan. He put his hands on my head. “That’s it, Lila. That’s exactly the way I like it.”

I kept my lips tightly around his cock as I came back up, as slowly as I could manage, and moved my tongue in circles around his smooth, rock-hard head. I went back down as fast as I could, and did it over and over again. I was trying to hold off my own orgasm, knowing I wouldn’t be able to focus on him while Ryan was bringing me off.

But I couldn’t hold back any longer. Ryan had one arm around me, the other furiously working my clit. I let Jack slip out of my mouth and started to come. I couldn’t think.

Ryan took his hand out of my pussy and held on to my torso as he twisted and turned. Now lying on my back between Ryan’s legs, I was looking at the sky in confusion, my orgasm coasting, until Jack blocked my view of the stars. “Lila, can I?”

I reached out my arms to him in desperation.

With a deep groan, he was inside me. He was all the way inside, all the way down, and I cried out.

“Lila, god, Lila, you feel…so…good…I don’t think I can hold off much longer.”

“Don’t hold off. Come hard. I want you.”

Jack pounded into me, barely controlling his strength in his frenzy.

Ryan’s arms came around me, and I felt him rubbing and squeezing my breasts, and Jack finally came. He slammed into me one last time and held himself tightly to my body. That was the last thing I noticed. My whole body was coming. I could feel both of their bodies on every inch of my skin, and I never wanted it to end.

We stayed like that, a tangle of arms and legs and mingled sweat, until Ryan shifted a little under our weight. We all chuckled a bit and slid apart. Both men slipped an arm under my head. In their embrace I watched the moon rise over our heads and disappear behind us.

I felt the sun warm my cheek and woke in confusion. I was under a blanket, and I was snuggled into Ryan’s warm arms. But the head of our bed was shadowed in the very early morning. Had I slept into the afternoon?

The morning dew was still on the deck planking. I was outside on the futon. The events from last night came flooding back. I remembered going inside and getting cleaned off, and bringing out towels and cold drinks. And I remembered Jack getting a blanket for us all to snuggle under. But the sex seemed like a dream, and I couldn’t remember Jack leaving at all.

Ryan yawned, his breath warm in my hair. “Morning, beautiful.”

I turned over to hug him tightly. I didn’t know how to thank him.

“Thanks for last night, babe,” he said.

“What?”

He smiled and rubbed my nose with his. “You’re not the only person with fantasies you didn’t know you had.”

“You always wanted to be in bed with me and…Jack?” I felt confused, and a little strange.

But my husband only stared at me and then cackled. “No, honey girl,” he said after he calmed down. “I always wanted to make love to you and to see someone making love to you. But I didn’t like the idea of a stranger, and I wasn’t willing to risk our friendship with Jack. Might have been weird, the morning after.”

I was relieved. “You’re not kidding. I wanted to say goodbye to him, but I’m just as glad we’re avoiding the awkward thing.”

“Right. So there was no point in saying anything, because it could never happen.”

“It sure happened.”

We grinned at each other and got off the futon. I stared down at it. “Good thing this has a washable cover.”

Our laughter left us gasping for air. Ryan lost his balance and sat down hard on the edge of the hot tub.

Still wheezing, I noticed he was sitting on a piece of paper. “Ryan.” I pointed.

He picked it up and read out loud:

Ryan broke off reading and looked at me. I smiled and shook my head. Ryan smiled back and looked down at the note.

There wasn’t anything to say. My husband put the note down, and I helped him up. Together we went inside the house.

We were getting dressed when we heard the back door slam.

“Ryan? Lila? Can I come up?”

“Sure, man,” Ryan called out.

We emerged from the bedroom as Jack got to the top of the stairs.

“Man, am I glad to see you, bro,” said Jack. He and Ryan did the half handshake, half hug thing they usually did, but with a lot more back patting and shoulder punching than usual. “This is the second time today that I’ve thanked you, but I mean it just as much the second time! You’re the greatest, man.”

He was having trouble looking at me. I solved his dilemma by asking if he wanted a drink.

“I’d better stick with water, thanks,” he said. I tried not to laugh, remembering how someone who looked just like him had said the same thing.

I shouldn’t have bothered. While I was putting ice in the tumblers, I heard my husband half shout. A few minutes later he started laughing. By the time I came back into the living room, the men were pretending to be calm.

“I was just telling Ryan how strange it was to look in the orange light and see myself staring back at me. It looked wrong, though. It took me a minute to realize I wasn’t looking into a mirror. So I was seeing my hair parted on the left, the way it looks to other people,” said Jack. He was babbling. He was clearly uneasy, and he was still not looking at me. Ryan, on the other hand, was looking at me. More than that, he was smirking.

Jack put the glass down. “Well, guys, it’s been a long couple of weeks. I’m going to mosey on back home before Alli starts thinking something went wrong. Just wanted to check in.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, buddy,” said Ryan.

I stayed quiet until Jack turned to me. “I’m glad you’re home, Jack.”

“Me too.”

We smiled at each other, and then Jack turned and almost ran down the stairs.

I heard the loaner car start up and crunch down the driveway. As the sound receded, I turned to Ryan. “What the heck is so funny, Ry?”

“It seems,” drawled Ryan, “that
every
Jack got a rousing send-off at least once in the last week.”

“What!”

“You had to contend with two men feeling husbandly toward you. A week ago, he had two wives.”

“Oh my.”

My husband leaned toward me, his eyes bright. He flicked his tongue out and moistened his lips. “And apparently, you bought your husband a swing for his birthday last year.”

“I did, did I?”

“And hung it on the ceiling beam in our bedroom.” He reached out and pulled me close. “Think you might want to buy your husband a swing for his birthday?”

“Ryan, honey,” I said fervently, “I’ll always give you everything I can.”

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