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Shannon kept them in stitches with anecdotes of her students
and fellow teachers. She also told them stories both horrifying and hysterical
about her father and brother. She noticed every time she told a story about her
family, the loving that night was especially fierce, but Daniel’s touch was
unusually tender.

She came to crave that dichotomy, Daniel as the demanding,
masterful lover versus Daniel the passionate caretaker. And Matthew. Oh,
Matthew made her feel so cherished. He gave his love unstintingly, with no
sense of self-preservation. And Shannon knew that if Daniel gave the least sign
of acceptance, Matthew would welcome him into their little golden sphere of
bliss.

Yes, Shannon belonged, heart and soul, to her men, and with
every day she fell a little more in love with them. She knew the day was
rapidly approaching when she wouldn’t be able to live without them, and the
realization filled her with a giddy sort of terror.

Daniel’s emotional distance was the only cloud on her
horizon. She wanted more than his lust. More, even, than his friendship. She
wanted him to love her and Matthew as much as they were coming to love him.

* * * * *

The week before her birthday, Shannon rested facedown against
the table in Daniel’s playroom. Matthew was pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses
along the backs of her thighs as he worked loose the straps binding her ankles
to the table legs. Daniel sat back on his heels on the table in front of her,
chest still heaving, cock still full and wet from her mouth and his ejaculate,
as he gathered himself to release her arms.

When he freed her, Daniel carried her to the thick mattress
in one corner of the room. Matt soon joined them, carrying two steaming wet
cloths, which the two men used to cleanse their seed, her cream and copious
amounts of lube from various parts of her body. Shannon basked in the
sensations. Daniel was always exquisitely thorough in his care of her after
their extended and sometimes almost violent lovemaking, and he’d quickly
trained Matthew to be just as conscientious.

They lay together, a tangle of damp, exhausted limbs, for
far too short of a time before she felt Matthew jerk himself awake and give a
resigned sigh.

“I’m whipped.” He chuckled. “Literally.” His eyes met
Daniel’s over her head, and she saw the spark jump from one man to the other.

“And our lady here has to face thirty ten-year-olds
tomorrow.” To her pleasure, for once Daniel didn’t react to Matthew’s reference
to her belonging to both of them. “I’d better bundle her up and take her home
to bed.”

For one split second, she thought Daniel might protest. It
was there in his Caribbean-blue eyes. Then he nodded and pulled himself,
groaning, to his feet.

“Fuck, I’m too old for this.” He extended a hand first to
Shannon, pulling her to her feet and holding her until she steadied, then to
Matthew, who let the momentum carry him into Daniel’s body so he could steal a
long, slow kiss. Daniel’s eyes slid closed and he hummed his enjoyment into the
caress before pulling away. “The two of you wear me out.”

Matt gave him a wicked glance, examining his suddenly
twitching cock. “Well,” he drawled, “you seem to keep up with us young ’uns
well enough.”

Both men helped Shannon into her clothes, taking turns with
buttons and zippers until she was completely dressed. Tossing on his robe,
Daniel walked them through the dark house to the door.

Shannon decided to take a risk. It seemed the only way to
bring Daniel closer was to take risks. Matthew stood at her back as Daniel
pulled her into his arms for his customary kiss goodnight. When his lips
released hers, she savored the tingle for a moment, then spoke.

“It’s my birthday next weekend.”

Both men looked surprised.

“I suppose,” Daniel said, smiling down at her, “you’re going
to want a big, expensive present.” He knew damn good and well she didn’t care
about expensive, or presents. He’d tried to shower her with jewelry, and while
she was always appreciative, she made it clear that his gifts weren’t his main
attraction for her.

“Actually.” Her voice was a tentative whisper. One he hadn’t
heard from her in weeks. He didn’t think he liked this sign of doubt on her
part. “It’s something that might be too costly for you.” He gave Matt a
questioning look, and at Matt’s clueless shrug, he turned his gaze back to her.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t get you.” The words were starkly
true. He’d buy the moon for her if she asked it.

“This isn’t something you can buy.” She lowered her eyes,
and once again he felt a flutter of discomfort at her obvious unease. “I want
you to let us stay the night.” Matthew stiffened against her back in surprise,
and Daniel felt his own body go tense. Not because he didn’t want them to stay.
Because he did, and he shouldn’t.

Shannon had felt his reaction too. She quickly blanked her
face, but not before he caught the hurt there. Fuck. He could manage just once,
couldn’t he? Just once, without letting them too close? Before he could
formulate an answer, she pulled away, stepping back into Matthew’s embrace. He
hated the little dart of resentment he felt that she needed Matthew’s comfort
when dealing with him. She should know his arms were there for her too.

Except he’d never told her that.

Unlike Matthew, who declared his love freely both in and out
of bed, Daniel had never offered her more than friendship, and she obviously
hadn’t tried to read something into his actions that wasn’t there. Was it?

“Never mind.” She smiled, but her eyes were sad. “I don’t
need anything.” She reached out to run her hand over the sandpapery stubble on
his jaw, all the while leaning into Matthew as if drawing strength from him.
“The two of you make me so happy. What more could I ask for?”

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Just as he’d known he would, he’d hurt
her. And the brooding look in Matthew’s changeable eyes hinted he might have
hurt him too. He opened his mouth to ask them to stay, but somehow the words
just wouldn’t come out. Finally, he found a compromise.

“You are more than I ever expected.” He gave her another
lingering kiss, pulling away only when she melted back into him. Sandwiching
her tightly between his body and Matthew’s, he leaned in and initiated a rare
kiss with the other man. Matthew melted into the kiss, like he always did.
Daniel felt the heat of them attacking the core of ice around his heart, and
pulled back. “Both of you. I’m not sure what I did to deserve the time we have
together.” He saw they both wanted to protest, and quickly overrode them. “But
I’m grateful.”

That night he stood staring out the door long after the red
tail lights of Matthew’s little Mercedes had faded into the night. What the
fuck was he doing? He didn’t do monogamy. Bi-ogamy. Whatever the hell it was
he’d been doing with Matt and Shannon. He realized with surprised dismay it had
been over a month since he’d been to any of his clubs, since he’d been with
anyone but Matthew or Shannon. Since he’d wanted to be with anyone but Matthew
or Shannon.

Daniel determinedly shook off his discomfort. It was, after
all, a relatively new arrangement, and one unlike any he’d entered into before.
It only made sense he’d be captivated with his two adventurous lovers. In time
the infatuation would wane, and he’d go back to life as usual. Unfettered and
totally free of obligation.

In the meantime, he’d plan an amazing night for Shannon. And
as her Dom, he had no choice but to give her what she’d asked for. He’d have
them spend the night, not because he wanted it, but because it was his duty to
fulfill all their needs for as long as they belonged to him.

Chapter Thirteen

A few days later, Daniel opened his front door and heard
Shannon’s slightly out-of-tune voice belting out an old eighties hair band
song. A smile swept over his face as he stood in the foyer listening to her.
How could a woman with such a beautiful speaking voice sound so…bad?

The smell of frying chicken wafted to him. Shannon enjoyed
feeding him and Matt. She took better care of them than they did of themselves.
His chest tightened at the knowledge that Shannon was the first person he’d
ever allowed to take care of any of his needs, other than sexual ones. He’d
never wanted to give the impression he wanted something more serious with
another woman. Hell, he never had wanted anything more serious with another
woman.

He shook his head, trying to banish the wayward thought that
he let her take care of him. Daniel set down his briefcase and walked into the
large kitchen. Bent over, she was shoving a pan into the oven. Her luscious ass
rose high in the air, bobbing along in time to the tune she was butchering.
Daniel went hard, clenching his fists to keep from ripping off her clothes and
sliding into her welcoming heat.

She closed the door and turned to him, gifting him with her
sunshine smile.

“I thought I heard the door open.” Strolling over, she
grabbed his tie, pulling him down to kiss him on the lips before turning back
to chop the vegetables on the side board. Daniel took a moment to wonder how
such a brief, non-sexual kiss could make his whole body flush so damn hot.

“Where’s Matt?” he asked, his lips still tingling.

“He’s going to be a bit late. Marcus wanted to go over
something or another with him.”

Somehow, the idea of being alone with Shannon in the house
when he was feeling this uncharacteristic emotional rawness was unsettling.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Daniel turned abruptly to walk
out. He stopped when he felt a hand touch him on the shoulder.

He turned his head. Shannon’s smile was still warm, but now
held something else. Something he didn’t want to see or acknowledge. Or, God
forbid, feel.

“Something’s wrong.”

Was something wrong? Daniel didn’t know the answer to that
question. When he held Shannon and Matt in his arms, everything felt damn near
perfect.

He sighed, kissing her forehead. “Everything’s great,
angel.”

Shannon nodded and stepped back. Daniel couldn’t stand the
look of doubt in her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her arm and hauled her into
his chest. Bending over her, he plastered his mouth to hers in a kiss so carnal
she yelped as he took her mouth. In one kiss he poured everything that was
running through his mind, until they were both breathless.

When he stepped back he knew his smile was utterly sincere,
and a mile wide. He guessed it was also more than a little predatory. Shannon’s
lips were red and swollen, her eyes large and round from surprise.

He could tell she wanted to say something, those bee-stung
lips were opening to speak, but he didn’t give her the chance. He left the room
and headed for the shower.

Shannon stood, gazing out the doorway in a sort of dazed
bemusement. She’d never felt that…emotion in Daniel’s kiss before. He was
always intense. Always unnervingly intimate when they had sex. Even more so in
the days since she’d asked him to let her and Matthew spend the night.

Heat and electricity still hummed through her body. With one
kiss, he’d turned her on as much as some of the more exotic things he’d
introduced her to—and she was pretty sure Matt too, although he’d never admit
it, the big baby—in his playroom over the last weeks.

She wanted him desperately. Sometimes that surprised her.
She’d had so few lovers. Such inept lovers. It had never occurred to her that
she might want two men at once. Now, she couldn’t imagine any other arrangement
that would satisfy her. But somehow, she knew it wouldn’t work with any other
men. Daniel held them all steady. He kept them secure. Matthew brought the fun.

She wondered what Matt would say to the idea of her and
Daniel being together without him, and realized that not only would he approve,
he’d be thrilled. She knew Matt worried for Daniel—in spite of his laid-back
demeanor, he was more tightly strung than anyone she’d ever met. If Matthew
thought she could ease Daniel in some way, he’d be the first to urge her to go
for it.

It was all she could do not to follow him into the shower.
She needed to come, and it looked as though he needed to be held. She was ready
to take care of both their little problems. Just as she was about to take yet
another risk with her reluctant lover, the shower cut off. Shaking her head
decisively, she turned back to the stove and flipped off the flame under the
chicken. She planned on being distracted for a good long while, and she knew
they’d need sustenance when they finished.

* * * * *

As showers went, it was the fastest he’d taken in many years.
In and out in ten minutes. He didn’t bother with anything but a towel wrapped
around his waist. He finger-combed his normally perfectly placed hair. He had
to have Shannon now. His body craved her soft feminine core.

She was leaning back against the stove when he rejoined her
in the kitchen. Heat flared in her eyes as they traced a drop of water trailing
down his still-wet chest. Those beautiful eyes narrowed when they reached his
obvious hard-on.

He didn’t say anything to her as he crossed the tiled floor
and hit a button on his phone. The speed dial connected to the person he
wanted.

“Hey, Dan, what’s up?” Matthew’s voice came through the
speaker phone loud and clear.

Daniel crossed his arms. “Did you give Shannon the keys to
my home, Matthew?” His voice was deliberately stern. Shannon looked
uncomfortable, but not nearly uncomfortable enough as she widened her eyes and
mouthed a quick “oops”. The pair obviously hadn’t discussed whether or not
Daniel would approve. He did, of course, but he wasn’t going to tell them that.
Not when Shannon’s wide eyes and uncertain expression were so damn delicious.

“Matthew.”

“Yeah…” His voice faded with the first hint of unease. “I
didn’t think it was a big deal, man. We’ve both been there every night this
week…”

“Enough.” Daniel cut Matthew off firmly. “Where are you now,
Matt?” He approached Shannon as he spoke.

She faced him, her eyes burning, her bottom lip trembling.
He traced the delicate curve of her cheek with his thumb, but he kept his face
hard. He was the boss, and he had to make them remember it. Make himself
remember it.

Matt cleared his throat. “I’m walking to the car. Dan, just
how pissed are you?”

Daniel ignored his question. “Hurry up, tell me when you’re
in.”

He hand went to Shannon’s waist, stroking up and down her
ribs until her nipples poked through her white t-shirt.

“You two are bad, very bad, taking such liberties without
asking permission first.”

Shannon’s eyes slid half-closed as he palmed the fullness of
her breasts.

“I’m in the car. Listen, Dan, I’m sorry, dude.”

“Matthew.” Dan’s voice was soft and menacing. “Shut up.”
Silence followed Daniel’s order.

“I’m going to fuck Shannon. And Matt?
You
are going
to listen the entire time,” he said as he backed Shannon up against the
counter. One hand jerked off his towel and his wet chest pressed against the
thin cotton of her shirt.

“Would you like that, Matty?” His voice was a soft purr as
he gazed at her breasts, now clearly visible through her t-shirt, which was
transparent with the water he’d soaked into it. His hands went to the hem of
her shirt and he quickly pulled it up over her head. He didn’t remove it from
her shoulders, forcing her arms to go behind her back, exposing her entire
front.

“Yes, Daniel. I want you to fuck her.” Matt’s voice was
tense and Daniel knew he was as hard as a rock. “I want to hear you fuck her.”

Shannon’s bra hooked in the back, and Dan had no intention
of freeing her arms. He reached behind her to open a drawer and pulled out a
pair of scissors. Shannon gasped as Daniel snipped the satin straps and along
the sides. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing softly for his ravenous eyes.

“Matty, her tits are magnificent.” He kissed Shannon’s nose
and eased the shorts down her legs. “Angel, I want you to tell Matt everything
that I’m doing to you. Every single detail, angel.”

Shannon nodded. He could feel those wide, glowing eyes on
his, but didn’t dare meet them. Daniel bent forward and bit her bottom lip.
“Matthew, pull out your cock, but do not come until I say you can. Got it?”

“Yeah, Daniel, I got it.” There was a bit of a pout to
Matt’s voice as Daniel and Shannon heard a zipper being pulled down.

Daniel helped Shannon sit on the marble counter top. Leaning
forward, he licked the valley between her breasts.

“Okay, angel, start talking.” He captured her nipple between
firm lips. She thrust her breasts out to give him better access. When she
remained silent, gasping for breath, he started to release her. But Shannon
spoke.

“He’s sucking my nipple, kissing it and licking it…
Damn
,
Daniel.” Her voice went breathy, and moans flowed from her mouth as Daniel
brought his other hand to her neglected nipple. Rolling it between his first
finger and thumb, he dragged a cry from Shannon.

“His hand is playing with my other breast. Oh Matt, it feels
so good.” Daniel changed places with his mouth and hand, and Shannon described
his movements in between whimpers of pleasure.

Straightening, Daniel slid his finger into her slit. It was
slick, and he plunged his finger deep into her pussy.

“He’s got his finger inside me. Fuck, Daniel, put it
deeper.” The muscles of her vagina contracted tight, trying to drag his finger
deeper. He pulled out and brought his finger to his mouth. “He’s tasting me,
Matt. Like I’m his favorite lollipop.” Her fingers went white where she
clutched the counter. “Do I really taste that good?”

Matthew’s answer was a low, “Fuck yeah.”

Daniel’s was a bit more concrete. Lifting his finger to her
mouth, he slid it between her lips. Shannon ran her tongue over his finger,
tasting her own juice. When she described it, Matt’s loud moan spurred Daniel
on.

“Fuck, Matt, she tastes so sweet. But you know that, don’t
you? Her pussy is begging for my cock. What do you think, should I put her out
of her misery?”

“Take her.” Matt’s voice was filled with misery and desire,
and the tell-tale sound of flesh on flesh filtered over the line as he quite
obviously masturbated in time to Shannon’s words.

Daniel opened the same drawer where he’d removed the
scissors and pulled out a condom. Shannon’s eyebrow shot up in surprise.

For the first time that night Daniel chuckled. “I would have
made a great Boy Scout. I’m always prepared.”

He slid on the condom, and Shannon described every inch.
Pulling Shannon’s ass to the edge of the counter, he opened her legs wide.

Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, he drove
forward. Shannon’s head fell back against a cupboard as she gave a long cry.

Daniel wrapped his hands tightly around her thighs, hauling
them up to his sides. His thrusts were slow and controlled, drawing each
up-and-back motion out to the fullest.

She’d gone quiet, except for the breathless cries bursting
out with each thrust. Daniel paused, balls deep in her clutching body, and she
writhed in protest.

“Tell him, angel.”

It took her a minute to comply. A long, torturous minute
with his cock buried as deep in her sucking pussy as it would go. Daniel
thought he might lose his mind before she finally gathered enough ragged voice
to speak.

“He’s inside me, Matt.” She broke off on a low moan as
Daniel began a slow, stirring motion with his cock. “Matthew, he’s so big. So
deep. God, I can feel him touching my heart.” Her words called an involuntary
throb from his agonized cock, and Shannon jerked out a cry. “He’s getting
bigger. So big.” Each word was punctuated with a gasp or grunt as Daniel’s slow
thrusts pounded faster and harder. “God, Daniel, just fuck me…” Her voice
trailed off, and he felt her thighs tense. She was ready to come. She needed
it.

He could tell she couldn’t talk any more, and decided to
have mercy on her. “Matty, she’s so tight. She’s taking my cock like it belongs
there.”

“She’s beautiful, Daniel, and she’s ours,” Matt breathed
into the phone. Daniel could tell he was close to the edge.

Daniel increased his movements, surging harder into Shannon.
Their words had almost stripped away his control, but now he was taking it
back. He pushed into her, clamping his mouth down on her neck and sucking hard
as his hips increased their speed.

“Stroke, Matty. Stroke it hard for us,” Dan moaned. He put
his finger against Shannon’s clit, rubbing the tight nub. Round and round his
finger circled, moving in time to her wail of pleasure. He knew she was ready.
Pumping her once, twice, a third time, he threw his head back. “Now, Matthew.
Shannon. Fuck. Now.”

Head tipped back, graceful neck arched to show the mark of
his possession, Shannon came hard, her muscles gripping Dan’s dick like a vice.
He could hear Matthew, the low growling sound he made when he came, now so
familiar. The sights, the sounds, the grip of Shannon’s burning cunt dragged
the climax from him. Each jerk was punctuated with a low grunt. It felt as if
he pumped gallons of cum into the condom, and he had the wild, insane desire to
shoot into her willing body. Fuck, to feel her bare, skin on skin.

Daniel’s legs were shaking; it was all he could do not to
slide down into a heap on the floor. Shannon spread limp before him, completely
still save for her heaving breasts. Matthew’s breath over the phone sounded as
if he’d just run a marathon.