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penetration as the ginger root was shoved deeper between her globes. Luke’s delicate fingers
strummed across her opening.
Seconds later, Brock released her nipples, doing away with the clamps. Luke removed the
vibrator. Now, she wanted to fuck. The burn in her ass was too much. The sensations way too
hot.
Oh God, she’d forgotten how well Luke manipulated her body.
“I need you,” she whispered across Brock’s lips.
“Show him, sub,” Luke said in the distance, giving her a final jolt when he shoved the
root inside her ass then withdrew the stout fingers, tossing the cold ginger aside.
Mary whipped her tongue around Brock’s size, teasing and taunting him. His dark eyes
held hers, and he groaned, “Suck me, sub. Make me hard, wet.”
She dragged her tongue across the slit, looping her tongue up and over the crest, and drew
him to the back of her throat where she used her reflexes, swallowing against his size to massage
and entice him. “Ah yeah, there, sub. Right there.”
Then, she took him to hand and pumped, tantalizing him with the tip of her tongue as she
laved the end of his swollen dick. “Come for me,” she crooned.
And of course, she knew better than to make a suggestion around Luke.
Without warning, Luke grabbed her by the hair of her head, something she’d always
loved. Her nipples spiked, and he held her against him. “If anyone comes, we all come together,
sub. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she hummed, realizing she’d won and feeling mighty good about her small
victory.
Then, without warning, Luke hauled her body over his, leaving her ass exposed to Brock
who certainly knew what to do with a woman’s bottom. Luke brushed her hair away from her
face then kissed her, stroking her tongue with his.
As they reconnected, Mary remembered. She recalled a love that had been built to last, a
man who’d sworn to protect her, a husband who’d promised he’d stay but then he’d gone away,
and all that pain and sorrow she’d endured suddenly vanished.
Through the heartache and tragedy, Luke had given her something worth fighting for,
something worth cherishing. She was loved by two men now, instead of one. Two soldiers
showered her with affections, making certain she felt the love they possessed, the compassion
they offered only her.
Brock placed his hands on either side of her hips. He’d rolled a condom over his cock and
doused himself in lube. Luke wore a condom, too, though she wasn’t sure why. He’d never worn
one with her before.
As he drew her to him, he covered her breasts with adoring kisses, flattening his tongue
against a peaked nipple. Her body surrendered to his then, and he thrust inside her as soon as she
relaxed in his arms, aware of the other body moving over her, grabbing her by the hips and
possessing her.
“Ah, sugar,” Brock said, slapping her ass as he entered her. “You’re so tense, sub, so
fucking tight.”
Luke thrust inside her as well, finding a slow and easy pace. He looked deeply into her
eyes and kissed her, his forefinger moving inside her mouth right along with his tongue.
Dipping a moistened digit between her legs, he toyed with her as he fucked her, rolling
the hard bud until she was at the point of no return. Playing with her clit, he pushed his cock
deeper, taking a slow grind, a sweet man’s time. “That’s it, baby. Indulge me. Fuck me. Love
me.”
“Good God! I can’t wait!” Brock screamed, impaling her with quicker thrusts, moving in
and out of her until he rocked inside her with a broken pace.
“Come, sub. Come for your husbands,” Luke whispered across her lips. “Come for me,
Mary. ‘Cause I swear to God, I’ll always come for you.”
Chapter Sixteen
Later that day, a chirpy little bark awoke her from a deep sleep. “What is it?” she asked,
stumbling to the door and opening up the screen to find a precious little mutt looking up at her.
“Come back to bed,” Luke called after her.
“Hang on,” she said, reaching down to pick up the toy-sized dog. “Well, how do you
do?”
The puppy licked her face, and she laughed aloud. “I’m fine, too,” she said, giving the
dog a good rub between the ears. “Look what I found.”
She walked over to the bed and crawled between the two large bodies occupying the
space there. Luke rolled over and acknowledged the dog with a gentle pat to the pup’s head.
Brock took the pet from her arms, stroking the soft white coat. “You are a pretty thing, aren’t
’cha?”
“She is,” Luke said. “Tell me you let her know that a lot while I was gone.”
Mary slapped his bare bottom as he tossed the pillow away from his neck and rolled to
his side, giving the puppy his undivided attention. “He meant the dog,” Mary told him.
“We’re not keeping a mutt,” Luke informed her, his nose twitching in an attempt to ward
off a grin.
“Why not?”
“I’m still on a search for Pigeon,” he teased.
“Uh-huh, and I think that’s an excuse,” Mary said. “You never planned on bringing home
a dog. Did you?”
“Sure he did,” Brock said. “He’s searched all over the world for Pigeon.”
“See there,” Luke told her. “When I was around, Mary, my sole purpose in life was to
make you happy.”
“I’m keeping this dog,” she said firmly. “And since your objective in life is to see me
happy, I’m sure you won’t mind.”
Luke sighed. “Mary, we can’t keep him, honey.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“For starters, I only want one pet,” Luke replied. “And if I happen to locate a dog that
looks like Pigeon, then I’m fucked.”
She studied him then with a blank expression.
“What?” Luke asked, his gaze working from Brock to Mary. Brock apparently
understood what kind of corner he’d backed himself into.
“You’re fucked?” she asked. “What about me?”
“What about you?” Luke said, pinching her hip. About that time, things must’ve hit him
squarely in the face, too. He arched a brow. “Well?”
“I never wanted two men either, Luke. As much as you may think that the two of you will
offer me a glamorous life, I can assure you, loving a couple of guys won’t be easy.”
“Speaking of a wonderful life,” Brock said, rising from the bed. He trod across the room
and retrieved his navy blue best, the jacket he wore to the wedding that never materialized. “I
have something for you.”
She handed off the dog and faced Brock, her feet flat on the floor, her hands in her lap.
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