Love Under Two Jessops (32 page)

“I guess I need to make a phone call.”

They’d offered her privacy, another demonstration of their love, and respect, and trust. Needing there to be no walls around her, she stepped out onto the back deck. The evening air held the scent of rain, and Chloe thought a good, drenching shower would be more than welcome.

Rain to feed the hungry ground, and rain to cleanse away what was, so that what would be could grow.

After all these months, she still had Beck O’Malley’s phone numbers on her cell phone. She wasn’t very good at burning her bridges, really.

She called his home. The phone rang, and then the machine picked up. And she realized she wasn’t the only one who wasn’t good at burning bridges when the
very
familiar greeting played and she heard not only his voice, but her own.

“This is Beck…
and Chloe
!” We can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message and one, “
or both of us
, will get back to you.”

She remembered making that silly recording. Sadness filled her. She’d wanted to make it work between them, and now she knew it really never was meant to be.

She’d found the love she’d pined for all her life—she’d found her destiny—right here in Lusty.

The beep startled her. “Hey, Beck. It’s…it’s Chloe. I have some news…I wanted to talk to you.” She couldn’t,
wouldn’t
leave a message on his phone, telling him what she needed to tell him. “I’ll try your cell. Bye for now.”

She ended the call and then stared down at her phone. Putting this off wouldn’t make it any easier.

Inhaling deeply, she called his cell phone.

It rang twice only, and then Beck said, “Chloe.”

He must be at The Dancing Pony. She could hear noise, and music. She recognized the song playing,
“Wanted You More”
by Lady Antebellum.
Oh God, could it be any more ironic—or painful?

“Hey, Beck.”

“How are you? I’ve been thinking of you. God, I miss you, Chloe.”

“Beck, I…”

“Hang on, honey, it’s too loud in here. Let me just walk outside.”

Chloe swallowed over the lump in her throat. She heard the excitement, and the hope in his voice.

“That’s better. Now I can hear you.”

“I called your place and left a message, but I really wanted to give you my news myself. In real time.”

“What news, Chloe?”

Oh, now the excitement had dimmed, and his tone sounded wary.

“I’m…I’m getting married. I…you know I’m living here in Lusty. I met someone…” Chloe couldn’t hold back the laugh that was mostly brittle sounding to her own ears. “I met a couple of someones, actually. Grant and Andrew Jessop. They’re good men.” This was really not cutting it. But she had to continue. She had to get it said, get it done. “
You
are a good man, Beck. I know there is someone special out there, just waiting for you. I know you’re going to find her.”

“Yeah, there was, and I already did.”

Oh, God, this hurts
. “No, Beck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that someone for you. And maybe…maybe someday when you do meet your one and only, you’ll understand.”

“You’re crying. You cried when you left. Chloe…I never wanted to make you cry.”

“You didn’t. You have
never
made me cry. It was just the circumstances. Any pain inflicted on me I did to myself. And you. God, I’m so sorry I hurt you. But I think that all along, I knew I wasn’t the one for you…and you weren’t the one for me.”

“I still love you, Chloe Diane. I don’t know how I’m ever going to stop loving you.”

“I’m sorry. I wish…well.” She wished he could be happy for her, but that would be too much to ask, just now. She inhaled deeply. “Good-bye, Beck O’Malley. Take care of yourself.”

“Chloe, I—” She heard the catch in his voice. “Good-bye, Chloe Rhodes.”

She clicked the phone off and stood, head bowed, as her tears fell. Tears of regret for the pain she’d just inflicted. She hadn’t heard from Beck since she’d left Divine, but now she understood, as she hadn’t before, that he’d never given up hoping she’d come back to him.

Then heat surrounded her, her men surrounded her, right there out on the deck on this Valentine’s night. Hands stroked her back, her hair, as they wrapped her in their arms and in their love.

“Are you all right, baby girl?”

“I hurt him. I hate that I hurt him. He didn’t deserve the pain I just dealt him. We were just never meant to be but he was a good, good man.”

“Of course he was a good man, Chloe-doe. You would never have been with him, otherwise.”

Grant lifted her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs. “Come inside with us, now, Chloe. Come and let us love you, wife.”

Wife
. She was that in their hearts already, just as they were her husbands, her mates, in the same way.

“Yes, please. Love me.”

“We will. We do. Forever.”

* * * *

Andrew laid his hands on her shoulders, the heat of his cock through the denim that covered him a warm, familiar press against her back. In front of her, Grant stood, his gaze so full of love, she thought that her tears of sadness, just now dried, would turn to tears of joy and gratitude.

“One of the things we adore most about you, baby girl, is your heart. You know how to love. You also would rather endure life’s pain yourself than inflict any upon another person. Do you know how special that makes you? It’s going to be our duty, and our privilege, to love you right back, and protect you, always”—he gave her a fast grin—“even from yourself.”

“I love you both so very much. More than I ever believed I could love. Y’all are big and brave, and will do anything to take care of those you love. It will be my duty and privilege to watch over you both, and care for you when you need me.”

“We will always need you, Chloe.” Andrew’s words brushed her ear just before his lips did.

Then Grant reached forward and untied the simple sash that was all that held her delicious new robe closed.

Andrew moved his hands on her shoulders, sweeping the garment off her.

Grant held her gaze as he peeled the clothes from his body, and behind her she knew Andrew did the same.

And then, yes, they stepped closer, their flesh touching hers, and their hearts warming her own.

She rubbed her back against Andrew even as she reached up and put her arms around Grant. She combed her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down.

She craved the flavor of them both on her tongue.

Grant kissed her as she longed to be kissed. His tongue, bold and powerful, dominated hers, demanding that she give all she was. He tasted of seduction and sin, and she drank her fill. She needed this sustenance for her very soul.

Heat surrounded her and hands caressed her. She released one mouth to sip from another, and gasped as fingers stroked over her pussy.

Andrew lifted her and carried her to the bed, laying her down in the center of it. He stretched out on her left, while Grant lay down on her right, and turned her face toward his.

“God, I love you so much, woman.” His lips devoured hers, this kiss wild and deep and carnal.

Chloe reached one hand up to stroke his face. When he lifted his lips she said, “I love you, husband.” Then she turned her head, and met the lips she knew waited for her. A different flavor, a different kind of kiss, but just as potent, and just as erotic. Her flesh pebbled in arousal, and her cunt wept.

“I love you, husband,” she said to Andrew.

Grant turned her to him again, and as his mouth worshipped hers, Andrew’s lips latched onto her left nipple, and he suckled strongly.

“I can hardly wait to see our baby nursing from your breast,” he said. “Thinking of you with our babies makes me horny as hell.”

The thought of becoming pregnant stirred her, too. “One day,” she said, and felt as if she’d just given them a most sacred vow. She brushed her hand over his head and pressed, and Andrew returned to her nipple.

Chloe lost herself in the Eros, in the joy of the men she loved, loving her. Caresses and soft sighs filled the air along with masculine groans as she clasped hot, hard cocks and stroked them with a firm grip.

Fingers stroked over her labia and then burrowed beyond and she felt her body’s dew on them. They began to stroke inside her and Chloe’s arousal soared.

“Come here, Chloe-doe.” Andrew lifted her so that she was on top of him, and she wasted no time. Shifting, placing, she centered his cock on her cunt and then sank onto him. She met Grant’s gaze. “I need your cock in my ass.”

“You’ll have it. But first…” He gained his knees and stroked his cock, his message clear. Chloe bent over and took his hot shaft between her lips. She loved the flavor, loved the sensation of having his cock in her mouth. She swallowed the tiny drop of pre-cum he gave her. Then, as if she had all the time in the world, she stroked his shaft with her tongue, moving her head up and down. He gripped her head with both hands, and she shivered with delight. She loved it when either of her virile men dominated her.

“I love watching you suck Grant’s cock when I’m fucking you.”

“Mmm.” She knew what the vibration of that sound would do to Grant’s cock, and she wasn’t disappointed when he groaned and began to thrust.

She formed her mouth into a perfect “O” and allowed him to have total control, trusting him as she only had ever trusted another. That other was currently bracketing her waist with his hands, holding her firm as he gave her tiny, controlled thrusts of his cock in her cunt.

“Enough.” Grant’s voice sounded rough, and it thrilled her to know she’d so quickly brought him to the edge of his control.

He eased his cock from her mouth and then reached into the bedside table. For a big man he sure could move fast. In bare seconds, he was behind her, smoothing lube over the rosebud of her anus.

“I love this. When I have you both inside me. It’s hot, but it’s more. It’s…” Words failed her as Grant placed the head of his cock against her tiny pucker and began to push.

“It’s spiritual,” Andrew said.

“Sacred.” Grant’s one word whispered over her.

“Yes.” Chloe closed her eyes and shivered. Then she focused on relaxing her hips and thighs, focused on letting Grant into her body. Sacred and spiritual were the perfect words for this joining. “It’s the moment when we stop being three and become one.”

“One heart.” Grant pushed, and his cockhead breached her sphincter. “One love.” He pressed harder and began to slide into her. “One flesh.” He rested his head on her shoulder, breathing deeply.

She couldn’t hold back the shivers, or the way her inner muscles clenched so that she caressed the lovers within her.

Her men groaned in response. One gripped her hips, the other her waist. “Let us fuck you now, Chloe,” Grant whispered.

She had no time to even think for they began to move inside her, an in-and-out thrust and parry that left her perpetually full of cock, and shot her arousal to the stratosphere.

Grant’s cock created friction against the many tiny erogenous zones ringing her anus, and Andrew’s cock, thrusting up, brushed against her sweet spot again and again and again.

“You feel so damn good, baby.” Andrew’s fevered gaze met hers and she leaned forward and kissed him.

Wet and wild, his mouth suckled hers while his tongue stroked and slid against her own, a dance they needed no music to perform.

She lifted her lips from his, and when he reached up and combed his fingers through her hair, she let him ease her down.

With her head on his chest she could hear the pounding of his heartbeat. To know she could do that, to feel the power of their thrusts at the same time as she sensed the tenuousness of their control empowered her. Nothing had ever made her feel more feminine, more desirable and powerful as a woman than making love with these men had done.

Her thoughts flew apart as her orgasm burst over her, sudden, uncontrollable, and unstoppable. The waves of rapture washed her clean, made her new, and filled her with awe. Inside her body she felt their cocks stiffen, felt them pulse, and then felt the liquid warmth of their seed bathe her.

Shattered and reborn, Chloe fought for breath as Andrew’s heart thundered under her and his seed seeped from her body.

“We’re going to kill each other.”

Andrew’s quip made her laugh, causing more of his cum to drip from her.

“Don’t laugh. God, you’ll have me hard again in an instant.” Grant kissed her shoulder. Then he said, “Don’t move, sweetheart,” as he gently pulled out of her.

“I don’t think I can move,” she said.

“Suits me.” Andrew stroked her back from nape to ass.

She heard the shower come on and thought she might have dozed, because moments later Grant returned with a warm wet cloth and cleaned the lubricant from her.

They lifted her and snuggled her in between them, surrounding her with their heat and their love.