The Barter System (44 page)

Max whispered, “You’re so
much more than I ever imagined, love.  Exactly what we need and want.  If I
could live with myself, I’d beg you to never leave us.  Not for a moment.”  He
planted warm open-mouthed kisses along her neck gently, lovingly.  “We’re going
to fill every day we have you with nothing but pleasure and laughter and
happiness…because you
must
come back to us, Riya.”

With a sigh, Micah added,
“We need to fill the rest of your life with joy so you never again feel lonely
or unappreciated.”  He kissed her nipple, lifting his head to look at her. 
“We’re going to let you go long enough to finish this, because you need to. 
But we will fight for you when it’s done, Riya.”

Riya kissed Micah first,
putting her confusion aside to thank him for treating her so well, then moved
to Max’s lips and let him know the only way she could for now that she was
somehow on the same page. 

After the past few weeks,
she felt adrift and everything in her wanted to reach for them, somehow knowing
they were strong enough to be the anchor she needed.  That they could calm her
aches, salve her lonely heart, and give her all she’d searched for.  How she
knew this after less than a day, she had no idea but her instincts had been
proven right in so much she owed it to herself to trust them.

With obvious regret, Micah
lifted away and pulled from her body slowly.  She whimpered, suddenly feeling
very empty.  Max sensed it and pulled her up fully on his lap to hold her
against his chest. 

“We’re not abandoning you,
darling.  We’re going to clean you up and pull your dress on so we can get you
through the lobby and home.”  They told Rodney over the intercom to head toward
the apartment.

Micah came back with a warm
wet cloth and began wiping her body down from top to bottom, smoothing the
loose tendrils of hair from her damp face.  

“We’re going to shower and
snuggle you in a nice big bed and let you sleep, Riya.  We can talk more, and
play more, in the morning, love.  It’s been a long day for you, pretty girl.” 
He smoothed the cloth over her damp pussy and she arched to him.  “My god,
baby, you’re so responsive.  Even so soon after.” 

He laid a gentle kiss on her
mound and finished wiping her down. 

He dragged on his clothes
quickly and grabbed her dress.  Pulling her into a sitting position, Max wiped
his come from her back and they slipped her dress up her body.  Micah lifted
her into his lap while Max cleaned up and got dressed.  They slipped her shoes
on her feet and tucked everything else in their tux pockets. 

By the time Rodney opened
their door, Riya was sleeping softly between them.  Max left the limo first and
Micah handed a drowsy Riya to him.  She curled into his chest, allowing herself
to be guided to the doors and elevator beyond. 

When the doors slid
together, Micah lifted her, her head dropping to his shoulder while her hands
caressed him through his clothes.

They took her to the
bathroom and ran a quick bath.  Climbing in with her, Max washed her gently and
removed her makeup with a soft wipe Micah handed him, knowing she was barely
conscious. 

Micah showered then sat on a
bench and dried her while Max showered.  They took all the pins out of her
hair, watching it tumble around her shoulders and down her back.  Max ran a
brush through it until it shone. 

Barely awake, she made soft
purring sounds of pleasure while they cared for her, snuggling deeper into
Micah’s chest and leaning into the feel of Max’s hand in her hair. 

Neither man had ever
experienced so much non-sexual intimate contact with a woman.  They felt their
hearts, already far along the path of loving her before she’d stepped foot in
their home, tumble completely for her. 

If Riya didn’t come back to
them, they would never be the same.

Chapter
Twenty

Max carried her to the
enormous bed and laid her on her stomach.  He climbed in beside her and petted
her back while Micah removed items from the bedside drawer. 

“Riya, baby, can you hear
me?”  She nodded sleepily, tugging his hand under her body and holding it
between her breasts.  “Love, we’re going to stretch you, do you understand?  So
that when you’re rested and ready we can make love to you together.” 

She nodded again, her clear
hazel eyes opening partially to gaze at him.  “Will it hurt, Max?  It’s okay if
it does, it will be worth it, I just want to know.”   

“No, baby, it will feel
strange and tight at first.  But we won’t hurt you.  Has anyone ever touched
you there?”  She shook her head shyly and tightened her hand on his.  The
gentle smile on his lips soothed her fears more than anything, “Trust us, darling. 
Only pleasure, Riya.  You’ll only ever feel pleasure.”

Micah was on the bed on his
knees.  He warmed lube between his hands and smoothed it down the cleft of her
ass.  Sliding down, rimming the anal entrance, sliding up.  Over and over, he
coated and warmed her.  After a long time, he slipped one finger just inside
her, stroking gently in and out. 

She stiffened in surprise. 
He removed his finger, added more lubricant, slipped inside her again, stroked
a little deeper this time and passed a tight ring of muscle.  It was
immediately less foreign. 

Max was watching her face,
stroking her hair and saw when she relaxed.  Micah felt it and added more
pressure, then another finger.  Riya licked her lips as her tension and
nervousness was replaced by sensations of a more sensual nature. 

“Max, may I ask you a
question?”  When he nodded, she said, “How many women get addicted to this? 
You know, one man is never enough again?  I’m just curious because I may need
rehab.”  Then she smiled and Max’s heart clenched hard.

“No addictions that I know
of.  The women who enter into long-term ménage relationships, like we’re hoping
will happen with you, tend to stay forever.  Blythe is technically married to
Galen, but she also has a marriage contract drawn up by attorneys showing her
legally bound to David as well.  Melody has the same arrangement, married
publicly to Robert but also bound to Daniel.  Ménage men are alphas, their
women are strong.  They get the best both men have to offer.  Sexually, our
pleasure can only be found in yours.  But there are many other benefits,
Riya.” 

Micah was stroking steadily
into her ass and scissoring his fingers, stretching her.  Riya didn’t notice
how her body was beginning to grind against him when he thrust into her with
firmer strokes.  He was smiling at her back as she unconsciously responded to
him. 

Max was getting iron hard
watching her tight little ass move. 

“Like what?” she asked him
breathlessly.  She swallowed hard and turned her face into the pillow, trying
to collect her thoughts.  “Talk to me, Max.  Keep my mind occupied because my
body is being very…demanding right now.” 

In answer, he got closer to
her and freed his hand from her grasp between her breasts.  His palm flat, he
slid down over her stomach and abs, slipping his fingers over her silky folds. 
She was wet and he smiled. 

Max was playing with her,
fingering her clit, when he started talking again.  The breath stuttered in her
lungs and she didn’t seem to know which hand to pay attention to. 

“Emotionally you get the
full attention of two men.  Micah is very fun and loves to play, go dancing, be
silly and rough-and-tumble.  I’m the more serious of the two of us and given to
grand gestures.  Our entire emotional capability is bent to you, making you
happy makes us happy.” 

Riya turned her head, her
eyes at half-mast.  She was biting her lower lip, both of her hands had moved
to her breasts and she was kneading them gently.  “That…that sounds lovely,
Max.”

“We think it is, love. 
You’d always be taken care of and protected, Riya.  You’ll meet members of the
club who have been together for many years.  Most have children together; some
much older ménage couples have grandchildren.  It’s a very open and honest
situation.  I don’t know of a divorce within our own circles ever occurring. 
Blythe and Melody would tell you two men together are less likely to both piss
you off at the same time, so arguments pass faster.”

He was stroking her harder
now and she was working forward into his hand then back against Micah’s.  She’d
found her rhythm.  “Oh, god, I’m coming.  Max…” 

She went over the edge,
trembling and moaning quietly.  Micah leaned forward to kiss her back before
pulling carefully from her rear and going to clean up.  He came back to the bed
and Riya watched as he removed a toy from its plastic package. 

When they explained what it
was, she asked innocently, “Can’t one of you do the same thing?”  They both
froze in surprise.  “What?  I’d rather feel you than plastic…I’ve had a lot of
plastic relationships in the last few years.”  Her small laugh was sensual.

Micah looked at Max and
arched a brow, “You’re slightly narrower than me, you should do it.”  He
stretched out beside her while Max rolled on a condom, covering it heavily with
lubricant.  “Riya, you are one surprise after another.  Are you nervous?”  She
nodded shyly.  “You’re doing so well, love.” 

He pulled all her hair
together and twisted it away from her body.  Then he slid his hand underneath
her, taking up where Max left off.  “My god, you’re so wet, baby.” 

His lips kissed along her
jaw to her mouth and groaned in surprise when she pushed herself up to take him
deep.

Max positioned himself
between her legs, stroking the cheeks of her ass tenderly before touching the
head of his cock to the entrance of her ass.  “I won’t hurt you, Riya.”  He
slid just past the tight ring and she couldn’t stop the gasp.  He pulled back
out and the sound she made was of disappointment. 

“Don’t stop.  It…it felt
different.  There’s no pain, Max.  Please don’t stop.”

His hand stroked over her
back and ass, “I won’t stop unless you tell me, darling.  God, you’re
amazing.”  The excruciatingly tight hole stretched to take him and Max took his
time, his strokes shallow as he worked in and out of her body. 

Again and again until she
was trying to arch back to him.  “I’m going to go deeper, baby, then I’ll let
you stretch to me.”  He thrust harder, sinking more than halfway into her
pretty ass and went still, kissing her back and whispering to her, “So good,
it’s so fucking good, baby.”  He held most of his weight off of her, nuzzling
her back with his face.

Riya could tell he wasn’t
fully inside her, that his cock wasn’t all the way inside her ass.  She wanted
all of him.  To feel the pleasure/pain she suspected awaited her.  Micah was
stroking over her clit with expert skill and her voice was weaker than she
wanted it to be when she whispered, “Max?”

“Yes, darling Riya?” he
asked huskily as he kissed her shoulder blades. 

“More, please.”  His cock
twitched inside her and he groaned.  He slid deeper, slowly and carefully,
going in a little further each time until he was buried in her completely.  “Oh
yes.  That feels different but good.  Max, please.  Please move.”  The strokes
built steadily and after a few thrusts she was rocking back to meet him. 

Her body tightened, coming
over Micah’s hand as she cried out.  The grip of her ass around Max’s cock
almost yanked control from his grasp.  He stilled her hips with his hands,
needing a moment to breathe. 

Riya chose that moment to
open her eyes and stare at Micah, “I want you both.  I want you both inside me
right now.  Right.  Now.” 

They actually growled.  Max
pulled Riya up on her knees, his cock still deep in her ass as he guided her
back until she was flat to his chest.  She watched Micah pull on a condom, her
hands behind her holding Max’s ass and pulling him against her, his fingers
stroking her clit.  Then Micah was on his knees in front of her and both men
had their hands all over her.