Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“My pleasure, sugar. Just give me a sec to get some protection.”

He’d come prepared? Paper ripped, and a moment later Trace pushed into her, stretching her to the max. He was far larger than he looked. Her breath lodged in her throat. He must have sensed her tightness, for he stopped moving a moment to give her time to adjust to his size.

“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known. Jack, wait ’til you fuck her. My God, you are tight. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

His words drove her higher, to a new plane of existence. Never had anyone given such joy to her body. She wanted to give him everything in return, including her heart.

Jack grabbed his cock and pressed it to her lips to remind her she was in the middle of eating him. Gladly, she opened up and took him inside. The simultaneous sensation of them loving her blasted her with tingles. She moved in the same rhythm as Trace’s plunging. His in-and-out motion came harder, then faster.

“I’m coming,” Jake cried.

Warm cum filled her mouth and she swallowed the hot, salty flavor. His heavy panting excited her, and she sucked the rest of his liquid gold from his cock. She swore a bond formed between them, as if they’d shared something so special it could never be repeated. Even after his release, he stayed inside her mouth as if being in there was pure nirvana.

Trace grabbed her hips and pumped with an incredible intensity. Blood pounded in her head as her climax built. Just as Trace’s liquid spewed in her, she let go and came, screaming his name, holding her breath as his cock expanded.

“Oh, God, Trace. It’s too much.”

A minute later, Trace dropped his face on her back and Jack held her head steady. No one said anything. Then Trace pulled out and collapsed on the sleeping bag. Her body’s energy dropped, and she too fell beside him.

“Now, darlin’, don’t even think the night is over. I’ve just gotta have your pussy or I’ll never sleep again.”

“You just came.” She could barely move. How could he have been ready again?

Jack reached over and dragged a hand down her cheek. That one touch made her body explode with need. How was that possible? Trace leaned over and kissed her. His touch was tender and loving, as if he too wanted more. A switch flipped inside her, and she knew she had to have them again.

“I want you, too.”

“Darlin’, there isn’t enough room for me to lift you up on my cock, so how about you ride me like a horse?”

She drew her gaze to his cock. To her amazement, it was hard and oh so ready.

Jack laughed, and she knew she was in the best ride of her life.

He stretched out and crossed one ankle over the other.

“That won’t do, cowboy.” She lightly slapped his ankles. “Open up for me so I can plunge my pussy onto your raging hard cock.”

Since when did she talk like that? Since she’d met these two men.

Jack grinned. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime for a woman like you.” He unhooked his ankles and spread his legs. His hand cupped his balls and adjusted them.

He didn’t really mean what he’d just said, that she was the woman of his dreams. To the Jack DeMarcos of the world, she was just another conquest. But right now, she didn’t care. She wanted him, so she crawled on top and hovered above his cock for a moment.

“Don’t make me wait, darlin’. I’m dying here.”

“Crybaby.” She laughed, loving the banter between them.

Trace handed her a condom. “Might want to use this.”

“Thanks.” She tore open the wrapping and slowly lowered the condom over Jack’s cock.

“Hurry up. I’m dying here.”

She loved it when he begged. “I’m coming.”

Since her pussy was so wet from fucking Trace, she slipped down over him, expecting him to fit easily. Wrong. He seemed to grow thicker once inside her.

Probably to distract her, Trace moved behind her back, pressed his chest against her, and pinched her nipples.

The sweet pain heightened her awareness of how needy her body had become for them. He leaned over and drew his lips to her ear. “When you fuck him, I want you to think only of me.”

She doubted that would happen. Though as much as she adored Jack, with Trace behind her, her thoughts would stray to him, too.

When Jack’s cock was fully pressed against the back of her womb, she lifted up an inch and his whiskey-brown eyes widened. The light bounced off his face, allowing her to watch the emotions flash across his face. She adored how his mouth twisted every time she slid up and down his length.

Trace reached his strong arms around her waist, slid a hand down her belly, and opened her folds. He rubbed her clit, nearly making her climax again.
Oh, my God
. She was so not going to last long enough for Jack to come again. Trace’s hard cock pressed against her back, and she leaned against him, savoring every inch of him.

Trace’s tongue made a meal of her throat and shoulder as she rose up and down on Jack.

“That’s it, darlin’. Faster. Come for me.”

Bombarded with such loving and having every cell of her body exploding with need, the rush of passion took over and tipped her over the edge.

“Oh, Jack. Oh, Trace.”

Both worked to bring her higher until her climax rained down on her. Jack pumped his seed into her as Trace’s hot liquid branded her back.

She fell forward onto Jack’s chest and Trace toppled on her back, supporting himself. Never had she been more sated.

“I’ll never move again.” And she didn’t for a long while.

* * * *

Jack paced the front desk with the letter in his hand. “You sure Diana gave this to you?” He had to force himself not to shout at Sharon. He’d never seen Diana’s handwriting. This had to be a joke, some kind of big mistake, but in his heart, he knew it wasn’t.

Sharon nodded. “Personally.”

“But her stay isn’t over. She checked out for good?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Did she say anything to you? Did she act pissed, or sad, or what?” This couldn’t be happening, not after the most amazing time of his life last night.

For the first time, he had a connection with a woman who he wanted to be around for a long time. He was even willing to leave the resort to make a life with her, and now this happened.

Get real
.

Clearly, she didn’t want to be with him. The letter was her nice way of telling them that. He wasn’t worthy, so who could blame her? He had nothing to offer a woman like her. She owned her own business, and he was merely a worker who spent his time satisfying women. Hell, he fucked them and left them without looking back, without making any attachments. Ever. Getting close only caused pain.

But all that had changed when Diana came into his life.

Sharon interrupted his musings. “She said she had the best time ever, but that it was time to go home.”

Time to go home and time to go back to her wonderful life without them.

Trace sauntered into the front lobby, looking more relaxed than he’d ever seen his friend. Showing him this letter would kill him. He knew Trace felt the same way about Diana.

Or should he say Laurel.

“What’s up? Someone die?”

“Close.” He grabbed Trace’s arm and led him out to the front away from everyone. “Read this. It’s from Diana.”

Chapter Eight

Dear boys,

I know you hate that reference, but you will always be the seventeen-year-old high school football stars of Flagstaff Prep. This is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write, but I have to explain why I left. My full name is Laurel Diana Bowman. I called myself Laurel in high school. You might not remember me, as I was not the kind of girl you noticed. We both were in the same English class. (Remember Mrs. Sayers and the geeky girl with the glasses and braces who you asked to write the paper on Shakespeare when you two were getting ready for districts? That was me.)

Anyway, I was one of your biggest fans. I went to every game and cheered you on. You two lived in my dreams each night. When I came to the resort, you were the last two men I expected to see. I wanted to hate you for excluding me, for ignoring me when I was a young girl, but then I found out you’d changed and had become real men. Men I could fall in love with.

I’m sorry I deceived you, but if I had said who I was, I know you would have run.

I hope you have a fulfilling life.

Love,

Diana

Jack waited for Trace to say something. He would have crumpled the paper, burned it in fact, had Trace not been there.

Trace fisted his hands. “How could she?”

“Lie about who she was or leave us like that?”

“Both. Couldn’t she tell how much she meant to us? That it didn’t matter who she used to be?”

Jack shrugged. “You go tell her.” No way could he face her. “We were jerks back in high school. I can see why she hated us all those years.”

Trace laughed, but his tone held no humor. “You got that right. We had two goals back then. Win games and get laid.” He looked off in the distance. “She’s wrong about one thing. I do remember her. She had lots of freckles and was a little overweight, but I liked her. She was always supportive and always told me what a great game I had, even if I sucked. I always thought she was too good for me since she was so damned smart.”

His gut soured. Diana, or rather Laurel, had been nothing but sweet to him, too. “Doesn’t she understand that if we’d asked her out we’d have been the laughingstock of the team?”

“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter. We should have been nicer to her.”

Jack shoved his thumbs into his waistband. “We were stupid teenage boys.”

“True, but we’re not any more. We need to make this right.”

Jack knew Trace would do the right thing. “Go for it.”

His eyes widened. “You’re not coming?”

“No. She has the hots for you, not me.”

“Bullshit. She was always looking at you. I’m too moody for her, too domineering. She liked you a lot. I think I made her do things she didn’t want to do.”

“You? I tried to have sex with her in the ass. A girl like her would think that was disgusting.”

“She didn’t act disgusted last night. In fact, she seemed sad she couldn’t have us both at the same time.” Jack leaned against the entranceway pillar and dropped back his head.

“I’m not so sure. Deep down, she loved everything you did. I could tell by the way she looked up to you.”

“You’re wrong.”

“You go to her. She has a good life in Flagstaff, but I know you could convince her to stay with you.”

“You planning on being here forever?”

Not anymore, not since he met Diana. “We both agreed we’d give it six months before deciding where to go. Our time is past up. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I realize I need to mend my fences with my family. If I don’t, I’ll have nothing to offer her.”

“Like I do?”