The Anatomy of Jane (17 page)

Gritting my teeth as I slid into Wes’ tight ass, I did my best to keep my eyes open. I held his leg up on my shoulder and I thrust forward with sweat rolling down my face. Jane leaned forward to lick it. She sat on Wes’s face and his arms held her thighs on top of him. Never once did she look away.

Watching her…watch me like this…

“Harder,” she whispered, placing her hands on Wes’ chest as she continued grinding herself on top of him. “Harder.”

Each time she said it, I pulled out of Wes only to slam myself back in, and she licked her lips in excitement. Leaning over, I bit her bottom lip.

“Ohh…ohh…!” She gasped, throwing her head back as she came into his mouth.

Damn, she was hot.

She rolled off him.

I pulled out.

He picked her up and sat her on his cock. I watched as she eased herself slowly, taking all of him.

He flipped her onto her hands and got on his knees in front of her.

I got behind him, holding his waist, and with no warning, I guided my cock back into him.

“God fuck…” he hissed, holding her legs up.

I had no words.

My mind was going blank.

All I could do was keep breathing and fucking.

He ripped off his second condom of the night with his teeth, and I slid it on as fast as humanly possible as I lubed up more and slid myself into her ass. The vibrator I’d put in had softened her perfectly.

“Fuck.” She was tight, so fucking tight, and I was seeing stars. I was in heaven, a sinful, perfect heaven. Watching her ass take me nearly made me want to come right there.

“Wes…oh,” she called out, reaching back to hold on to me as Max positioned himself between her thighs. He was shaking with excitement. I lifted her thighs apart for him, and in one swift motion, he thrust forward deep within her.

“Fucking Christ,” she cried out. Her hand was grasping Max’s shoulder, and her head was resting on mine, her body sandwiched between us both.

We both started slowly, letting her adjust to us, feeling her squeeze around our cocks.

“Kiss him,” she whispered to me. I smiled and leaned forward to take Max’s lips. “More. Like the first time I caught you.”

She was driving me insane: her mouth, her body, everything. Reaching over, Max grabbed my hair and kissed me passionately like he was dying of thirst and could drink from nothing else but me.

I can’t.
I had thought I could take it, but I couldn’t. My cock was throbbing with the need to release. Grabbing his ass to steady myself, I pulled out of her slowly before slamming back in. She moaned out something inaudible, and I could feel Max on the other side of her, thrusting deeply into her as well. Neither of us stopped, and she moaned, crying out our names, coming over and over again as we reached our peak.

Yeah, this was heaven.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I cried out as I came only seconds later, then Max did as well. I pulled out first and fell back on the bed. “Best damn shag of my life,” I told them when I felt Jane fall beside me.

“I’ve heard that before.” Max laughed, breathing just as hard.

It was only when I could feel my toes again did I sit up to look over at Jane. “Are you all right?”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a year. I’m a little rusty,” she said, brushing back the strands of her hair. I glanced over at Max who sat up as well.

“We were too rough,” I said, glancing over her body. Max got up, moving to the bathroom.

“No.” She shook her head. “You were both were perfect. Thank you.”

She was thanking us, the men who had just spent the last three hours bending her over and fucking her like a porn star.

Max came back with warm towels and a glass of water while I reached in the bedside table for Advil.

“Advil will help with the pain,” I told her.

She pouted, still dazed. “But I like the pain.”

Max paused, glancing toward me, and I knew what he was thinking. “For the love of God, Jane, don’t tempt us any further.”

“Okay,” she said innocently, but the look in her eyes said something completely different. She took the medicine from me and Max wiped her inner thighs lightly.

“Such gentlemen,” she said to Max as she reached up to brush the side of his cheek. She was drunk from the sex. “Are you going to scowl at me in the morning, Mr. Emerson?”

“Max. Just call me Max. And it is the morning.” He grinned after kissing her wrist.

She didn’t say anything else but just rolled onto her side, yawned, and closed her eyes. On our first night together, we’d learned that Jane Chapman could fall asleep on a dime.

Lying back down beside her, I stared up at the ceiling.

“This…us…we just got a lot more complicated,” Max whispered, lying down on the other side of her.

“But you loved every moment of it.” He didn’t reply because I was right. The moment I saw her, I knew it, just like I knew it when I saw him; they were mine. I wasn’t sure how it would work out, but I’d just have to figure it out.

Chapter Eleven

When I woke up I noticed four things.

First, I was alone. Second, I was so damn sore—In the best possible way. Third, the note on the pillow beside me that read,
We’re downstairs, take your time. W& M.
I smiled because I knew they were trying to give me space to adjust. I could smell the bacon; Wes was most likely cooking. Part of me did wonder what it would have been like to wake up with both of them. The last thing I noticed was my luggage was now parked in the corner with the black dress I had worn folded on top.

Slowly sliding out of bed, I almost fell. I glanced down at my legs, grinning so wide I must have looked like an idiot. I couldn’t help it. They had legitimately fucked me until my legs went weak, even hours later. Guys always said it, but they were the first to actually live up to their promise for me.

“Wow,” I said, remembering how their hands and lips had felt on my skin. Moving to my suitcase, I took out my toiletries bag before going into the master bathroom. Facing the mirror, I stared at the hickeys on my breasts…and stomach, and neck. It looked I’d lost a battle with a vampire. Taking out my toothbrush, I made a mental note to thank Mary for whatever lipstick she had given me. It hadn’t smeared at all, and even now, I could see the faint red lipstick on my lips. Washing it off with soap was easy too.

I took a quick shower to clean my hair before drying it with a towel.

I had outfits I could have worn, including another couple cute bra and panty sets, but I didn’t bother. I grabbed Max’s light blue button-down shirt that he had just thrown in the corner and put it on. Max was always in a suit and tie while Wes wore jeans, t-shirts, and jackets—if he wore clothes at all. They were opposites in everything and yet it worked.

“You got this Jane,” I whispered to myself right in front of the door before stepping out.

“That’s your second cup of tea already?” Max asked, biting into his French toast. Both of them wore nothing but their boxer briefs.

“Why the fuck are you counting?”

“For a man who complains about British stereotypes, you sure are quick to prove them right.”

“Can my stereotypically British ass drink in peace now that you’ve expressed your inner asshole, or do need you get another jab in?” Wes said, sipping his tea.

“I’m sure there is a gay joke in there somewhere,” Max replied and I laughed out loud.

They both turned to me and it was a bit intimidating, their eyes wandering down my body and then back up to my face.

“Mornin’.” I waved walking over to them. “Is there anything for me?”

“No, we were actually planning on letting you starve,” Max muttered, bringing his coffee up to his lips.

“Don’t mind him.” Wes ignored him, smiling at me as he put a plate of French toast, bacon, and eggs in front of me. “Great sex short-circuits his emotions, so he can’t help himself.”

“Fuck you,” Max said in reply, though the corners of his lips turned up.

“I’ve never seen you guys like this.” I smiled, taking a bite of the French toast. Like everything Wes cooked, it was amazing.

“That’s because someone always sneaks out by dawn.” Max reached over to pour me a glass of orange juice. “And for the record, Ms. Chapman, I approve of this outfit.”

“As your new lover, is it customary that I get approval for all my outfits?”

“If you’re naked at all times, there is no need for approval,” Wes added, leaning on the table. His green eyes glanced at Max and for a split second it felt like they were having a mental conversation before he looked to me.

“What?” I asked the both.

“You’re just far bolder than we expected you to be this morning,” Wes replied.

“Let me guess: you thought I was acting out of character last night?” I asked them both before drinking. “That I’m a good girl at heart?”

“Aren’t you?” Max questioned, and it was a good question; I just didn’t know the answer.

Shrugging, I took another bite of toast and kept them waiting. I took another bite and Wes snickered. Max just rolled his eyes.

“What makes a girl a
good
girl?” I inquired, truly wanting to know. “Someone who is ‘innocent’? Well then, I strike out. I was fifteen when I lost my virginity. Up until two months ago, I worked at a strip club.”

Wes’ eyebrow lifted and Max tried to keep a straight face, but his lips made a hard line as he hunched over. Their facial expressions were cute.

“Not as a stripper. I was the bartender and manager. But way to keep cool, guys.” I smiled brightly and they both sipped their drinks as if they didn’t know what I was talking about. “Anyway, I’m not sure what you’re expecting. I barely know what I’m expecting. I just made the decision to be here. I went to the doctor and got more birth control, spent far too much on the perfect dress, and then came here. When I make choices, I don’t back away from them. I’m very stubborn.”

“You don’t say,” Wes replied. I glared at him; he only winked back.

“Then we can just skip to the rules part of the conversation,” Max said, putting his cup down.

“The rules?” I glanced between them. Wes said nothing but came around the kitchen island to stand beside me.

“Max and I are always honest with each other about everything we want and expect. It’s always been us, but now there is you,” Wes said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “We can’t pretend or go on like nothing has changed. So yes, there are rules for you, and if you want, there are rules for us.”

“Okay.” I put down my juice and looked between them. I wouldn’t deny that I was a little nervous.

“Rule one is that you don’t just leave. Call or text,” Max said, putting a shiny new smart phone beside me.

“Guys, I can’t—”

“Rule two: we are both rich, Max more than me.” Wes grinned. “However, I’m still rich, which means we will spoil you with expensive gifts from time to time. Don’t fight us on it. It might be huge to you, but honestly, it’s not for us. Besides, Max told me how deeply you care about not selling yourself. You being with us means more than a gift.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, not sure what to say. So I took the phone. “Just don’t go crazy, okay? I get overwhelmed easily.” This would be one case in point.

“Rule three.” Max placed his hand on my thigh. “No one but us.”

“Is that a two-way street? No one else but me?”

They both smiled at that.

“What?”

“Jane, you’re the first woman either of us has ever wanted to join us, the first we couldn’t stop thinking about.” Wes kissed my forehead. “But, if it makes you comfortable, yes, no else but you. It’s just us three.”

“Yes, it makes me feel better.” I nodded. “Can I add a rule?”

They looked at each other. Max turned completely to me, and I tried not to glance down at the bulge in his boxers. “We’re listening.”

“I want the both of you. I like the both of you. I like when you both are together, so don’t screw me if the other one isn’t there.” I know it was bold.

“Define screw?” Wes asked.

I grinned and pointed to their dicks. “Those do not go in my ass, pussy, or mouth unless the other is there to witness. Kisses, touches, everything else is fair game. You two are allowed fuck each other whether I’m there or not, though.”