Shackled (26 page)
She looked down at Jonathan, whose love-filled gaze met hers. “I love you, Jonathan. Thank you for claiming me, for being my master. Thank you for bringing Peter to me.”
“I love you, Beth. I always will.”
His hand cupped the back of her head, and she obeyed his urging, laid her lips on his. She shivered, then ended the kiss and laid her head on his chest.
“Please. Please fuck me. I need more. I need it all.”
“Beth.”
“Sweetheart.”
They spoke together, moved together, and Bethany felt her arousal begin to soar. High, higher, she didn’t know she could hold such exciting feelings, like fireworks sizzling, popping, and whirling through a summer night sky. She couldn’t contain the sounds of pleasure that bubbled up from her soul. Hot, hard cocks surged into her, withdrew, and surged again, each thrust brushing sensitized flesh, her entire body one massive erogenous zone that shimmered and trembled and danced closer and closer to climax.
Bethany’s hips began to move faster, an almost manic movement that made both her lovers curse.
“Hang on.” Peter grabbed her hips. Jonathan bracketed her waist. Then they thrust into her, hard and fast and deep.
Rapture erupted, and Bethany cried out as wave after wave of ecstasy bathed her, washed her, and made her whole again. She felt her lovers stiffen, heard their masculine grunts of completion, and relaxed every muscle in her body so she could take whatever they gave her.
And what they gave her in turn was more than she’d ever dreamed she’d ever have.
Later, when they were all snuggled down together in the bed, Bethany linked her fingers with her men’s and sighed.
“It was kind of that detective to say I could give my statement again tomorrow, after I’d rested.”
“Tom Brady’s a good man. He’s a former partner of Richard Grant’s, and through Richard, a friend of mine and Jordan’s,” Peter said.
“What’s going to happen to Constance?” Bethany knew she shouldn’t feel sorry for the woman. She’d learned firsthand about the law of sowing and reaping. Still, she’d been ill used, and no matter what, rape could never be condoned, not under any circumstances.
“Likely, she’ll be able to cut a deal. She is guilty of conspiracy to commit a felony, but in the end, she became a victim of her own poor judgment.”
Maybe Bethany did feel sorry for the woman a little. She herself was so happy, and she knew her sister-in-law had never been.
She knew she’d likely think about Constance occasionally, but it was time to try and put the episode to rest. It was over, and she was safe, thanks to the men she loved.
Bethany sighed, an earlier thought surfacing. “I’m so glad to be home.”
Jonathan leaned over and kissed her lightly. “Is this home, Beth? Do you mean that?”
“Yes. But I’m not talking about this house. I’m talking about the two of you. I’m with you both, so I’m home.”
“That’s how I feel, too,” Peter said. “We’re a family, the three of us. I can honestly say I’ve never felt more complete. Or happier.”
“I guess that makes it unanimous.” Jonathan splayed his hand on her left hip. Peter placed his on her right.
Bethany smiled. “Who knew that being shackled would turn out to be such a very good deal?”
Jonathan laughed. “We knew, sweetheart. We were just waiting for you to figure it out.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Morgan has been a writer since she was first able to pick up a pen. In the beginning it was a hobby, a way to create a world of her own, and who could resist the allure of that? Then as she grew and matured, life got in the way, as life often does. She got married and had three children, and worked in the field of accounting, for that was the practical thing to do and the children did need to be fed. And all the time she was being practical, she would squirrel herself away on quiet Sunday afternoons, and write.
Most children are raised knowing the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. Morgan’s children also learned the Paper Rule: thou shalt not throw out any paper that has thy mother’s words upon it.
Believing in tradition, Morgan ensured that her children’s children learned this rule, too.
Life threw Morgan a curve when, in 2002, she underwent emergency triple by-pass surgery. Second chances are to be cherished, and with the encouragement and support of her husband, Morgan decided to use hers to do what she’d always dreamed of doing: writing full time.
Morgan has always loved writing romance. It is the one genre that can incorporate every other genre within its pulsating heart. Romance showcases all that human kind can aspire to be. And, she admits, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.
Morgan’s favorite hobbies are reading, cooking, and traveling – though she would rather you didn’t mention that last one to her husband. She has too much fun teasing him about having become a “Traveling Fool” of late.
Morgan lives in Southwestern Ontario with two cat that have attitude, a dog that has no dignity, and her husband of thirty-eight years, David.
Also by Morgan Ashbury
Song of the Sirens 1:
The Enchantress
Song of the Sirens 2:
The Seductress
Songs of the Sirens 3:
The Beauty
Magic and Love 1:
The Prince and the Single Mom
Magic and Love 2:
The Princess and the Bodyguard
Magic and Love 3:
A Prince for Sophie
Reckless and Brazen 1:
Reckless Abandon
Reckless and Brazen 2:
Brazen Seduction
Lily in Bloom
Made for Each Other
Beau and the Lady Beast
The Lady Makes Three
Wanton Wager
Cowboy Cravings
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