Double Dippin' (5 page)

“So wet for me, baby. I’m
gonna make you come all over my tongue. Then I’m going to pound into you until Alex has to peel you off the ceiling.”

Alex moved around the bed, positioning himself behind Loren.
“And I’m going to have this ass.” He delivered a slap to his hard ass cheek that made his hand sting. Loren growled.

Posy’s eyes widened with surprise. “You’re going to…”

Alex nodded. “Uh huh. While he slides into you, I’ll be sliding into him.”

Shock crossed her
beautiful features. She must not have expected Alex to fuck him in front of her, but what better way to prove how much he did want Loren in his life? Laying claim to him with Posy as witness would be perfect.

Loren began to strip her. When he had her bare and glowing with anticipation, he and Alex sucked her nipples until she writhed. Then she and Alex
worked to remove Loren’s clothes. Alex tugged off his boots and slid his jeans and boxers down his hips. The last thing he peeled off was his socks, and by that time Posy had Loren’s shirt off.

She flicked her tongue over his nipple before switching to the other.

“Your turn, Alex. Get out of those clothes. ” Loren’s eyes were hooded with desire.

Alex’s fly was
already open so he finished the job while Loren went down on Posy.

She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders as he drew figure eight patterns over her pussy. Loren sucked her clit. She lifted her hips off the bed, her gaze locked on Alex
behind him.

Alex drank in the scene, his dick harder than ever.
Cupping his balls, he rolled them gently. His cock bobbed against his abs, leaking pre-come. Slowly he edged up behind Loren. He gripped his cock and spanked it off his hard ass. Rubbing and spanking, he let the moment build.

Posy’s eyes rolled back in her head
. “So close. So close. Don’t stop.”

Alex reached around Loren and caught his cock in his fist. Loren groaned and doubled his efforts on Posy. The bed squeaked
slightly as she wiggled. When she thrust her hips upward with a cry, Alex held her gaze.

His heart tripped out of control.
Seeing her come apart for Loren tethered them all together in a brand new way.

When she closed her eyes, coming
down from her high, Alex took the moment to fit himself, then Loren, with condoms.

Alex placed his mouth at Loren’s ear. “Drive into her in one quick thrust. Then I’m going to sink into your ass inch by inch.”

Posy made a strangled noise. Loren twisted his head a bit, raking Alex’s jaw with his. The rasp of beard made Alex break out in gooseflesh.

Loren kissed Posy
softly for several throbbing heartbeats—then shoved deep.

She cried out, legs snapping around his hips. Once inside her tight sheath, Loren fell still.
Alex squeezed some lube onto his fingers and smoothed it over his lover’s backside, working it until he easily slipped two fingers into him.

“She’s pulsing around me so much, I’m going to come if you don’t get inside me soon,” Loren rumbled.

Alex fitted his cock at the small opening he couldn’t wait to breach. Breathing deep, he pushed inside. Posy’s eyes burned as she looked between Loren and Alex. Loren shifted, and Alex slid another fraction inside.

He watched his cock disappear into Loren’s ass and
almost lost it. Grinding his teeth, he fought his release. “God, I need to move.” Alex sounded as though he’d swallowed nails.

“Enough torment.” Loren shoved backward, taking every inch.

Alex roared with bliss. The three of them began to move. Alex sank into Loren while he thrust into Posy. The headboard knocked the wall, adding to the music of their moans.

“So wet and tight. I can’t get enough.” Loren kissed her. She clutched at
his back, and Alex meshed his fingers with hers.

White heat coiled at the base of his spine. His release was on the horizon. So close. Flying toward him.

With a grunt, he came. Sinking balls deep, he lost himself to the ecstasy of coming in his lover and knowing he was coming in the woman they shared.

Posy’s throaty cry resonated for long moments.
When Alex returned to himself, they stroked Loren with their joined fingers, running them up and down his ridged torso.

With care Alex pulled out and went into the bathroom to remove his condom.
When he returned Posy was curled in Loren’s arms. At some point he’d disposed of his rubber too and was pasted against her in a spoon position.

Alex climbed onto the bed, facing her. She opened her eyes and smiled. Tenderness filled him. He brushed a wave from her cheek. “Good holiday?”

“The best,” she whispered.

“Rest up, baby,” Loren said against her ear, raising a shiver. “We have
a lot more planned.”

“
Like what?”

“Steaks for lunch. I had them saved for tomorrow
” he looked pointedly at Alex “but this seems like an occasion to celebrate.”

Alex shared a smile with the man he
couldn’t live without.

“Sounds good.” Posy’s breathing grew deeper and more even until Alex was
certain she’d fallen asleep.

Loren was staring at him, his rough jaw propped on her shoulder. “She’s better than I
could have dreamed.”

Alex’s heart flexed. “She is.”
His gaze wandered over her glowing skin to Loren’s eyes. He swallowed hard. “And you are too.”

Loren’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, but Alex interrupted.

“It isn’t right not to tell you how I feel. Loren, you have as much of a hold on me as this woman does. We
do
have a relationship. You’re my lover, and you hold a big piece of my heart.”

Loren’s mouth quirked up. After a minute he found Alex’s hand and gripped it. “Thank you for that. I needed it
.”

They shared a smile, the pathway between their hearts smooth. “You’re welcome.”

“Do I need to return the favor? Tell you how much you mean to me and how I don’t want to live a day without you?”

Alex grinned and shook his head. “I think I know. But can you make room for Posy?”

Loren’s shoulders suddenly shook with laughter. “Are you kidding? She’s between us already.”

“I want her to stay there. Think she’s
really over douche-bag?”

“Yeah. She operates on emotions. I’d say if she let us touch her this way,” he ran a hand
down her side, and she shifted in her sleep, “she’s ours.”

* * * * *

“Posy! Where the hell is she? I can smell food cooking.” Alex’s voice reached her through the screen door. She stood at the grill on the back deck, charring three steaks to perfection. Alongside the T-bones were ears of corn, and inside she had a quart of strawberries and a can of whipped cream.

Boots thumped on the kitchen floor, and she smiled to herself as the guys came looking for her.

My guys.

Her heart soared.
The last hours of her life had been filled with more bliss than she could have imagined. After their romp in bed, her cowboys had stuck her in the shower and blown her mind until the water ran cold.

After that they’d returned to the warehouse, where they’d helped her pick up the mess she’d created and she’d stowed her bra and panties in her purse.

Today they actually had gone to work—if that’s what she wanted to call hours of kissing and heavy petting. Then Posy had run to the grocery store to buy steaks. Sure, they’d have beef for the second day in a row, but it was Steak and Blow Job Day, after all.

“Wait. There’s beer chilling in a bucket on the table,” Loren said.

Smiling to herself, Posy used the tongs to flip a steak. The guys followed their noses through the screen door.

“Whoa, baby. What’s this?”

“Steaks for dinner. Two days in a row. Hope you don’t mind.” She glanced at them. Loren’s thumb was hitched in his pocket and his hat was dipped deliciously low. And Alex had already unbuttoned his western shirt. It hung open to reveal his tanned, sculpted chest.

Her breath caught, and
heat snaked through her body to pool between her legs. Under her miniskirt she hadn’t bothered with panties, and her inner thighs slicked with wetness.

Alex crowded behind her, his body
heat radiating into her every pore. When he dipped his mouth to her ear and licked it, she shuddered. “Steaks are good with me, sweetheart.”

Loren removed the
tongs from her hand and together, they pivoted her. They took turns kissing her until her nipples were sharp peaks and her knees were jelly. Finally Alex raised his head and sniffed.

“
Steaks are burning!” She grabbed the tongs and lifted each steak onto the platter. They were a little seared but salvageable. The corn, however…

“Don’t worry
about it, baby. Who needs vegetables when we’ve got steak?” Loren’s lopsided smile would part the clouds of any woman’s burned meal.

She arched a brow. “Steak and blow jobs?”

Alex’s jaw dropped. “You know about that?”

“
Uh-huh. You two treated me to the best Valentine’s Day a girl could want. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Carrying the platter, she advanced toward the kitchen, swaying her hips and knowing their gazes followed.

After she set the food on the table, Loren captured her in his arms, and Alex trapped her against the sink.

“I like the thought of cold steaks.” Loren’s voice was pitched low.

“Ooh, do you now?” She ran a forefinger
down his chest and continued on until she reached the denim over his arousal.

Alex took her other hand and placed it over his fly. “I think it’s Blow Job and Steak Day.”

She massaged them until their cocks swelled more. “And what’s tomorrow?”

“It’s the day we melt that chocolate we bought you and paint it
all over your body,” Alex said.

“Then lick it off you nice and slow.”

She moaned. “That sounds good. Because by then I should be ready for some more action, if you know what I mean.”

Confusion creased Alex’s brow
, and Loren shook his head.

With a suppressed giggle, she worked to open their belt buckles
, wriggling her ass. “I think I’ll be ready for some double dippin’, if you know what I mean.”

Realization sparked in both sets of eyes. When they gathered her close for a shared kiss, she melted into their embrace. With two cowboys, she
could surely make every day a special occasion.

THE END

Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsyvlania with four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves writing gritty characters with lots of heart and is known for her panty-soaking erotic romance.

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