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preparing to take her.

Ella moved, coming quickly to her knees as she caught James’ shoulders, her hands

moving to his head as she pressed her lips to his. The surprising action seemed to fray

his hard-won control. His tongue plunged into her mouth as she felt him moving her,

Sax lifting her.

They lifted her over Sax’s big body until she felt the wide, flared head of his cock

nudging at her vagina. She pulled back then, staring up at James, seeing the heady

excitement in his gaze as the other man clasped her hips, holding her still.

“I’ll take you anally first,” he whispered. “Then Sax will take you. Scream for me,

Ella. Don’t worry about control, don’t worry about anything. Just the pleasure.”

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She groaned as Sax drew her down to him, his lips whispering over her cheek, her

neck, as he drew her head to his hard shoulder. Below, his cock throbbed at the opening

of her cunt

“Relax, Ella,” Sax’s voice was soft, soothing. “It’s like nothing else you’ll ever

experience. Nothing else you’ll ever know.”

She flinched as she felt two fingers, slick and cool, slide into the prepared depths of

her anus. She cried out, pressing closer, desperate to drive the hard cock inside her

pussy as James tormented her back entrance.

“Stay still, Ella.” Sax’s fingers tightened at her hips. “Patience, beautiful. Patience.”

Then James moved into position. She felt the head of his cock nudge against the

little puckered hole a second before he began to press inside. She tried to arch, but Sax

held her close and still. Her wail, one of agonizing arousal and the sharp bite of erotic

pain, was muffled against the shoulder beneath her as James entered her with

excruciating slowness.

“James,” she cried out his name as Sax’s hands held her still, closer, his cock

throbbing at the portal of her cunt.

She felt the burning stretch of tight muscles, heard James groan, praising the heat

and the grip of her tight channel. One hand gripped a buttock, flexing, tightening on

her as he surged inside her last few inches with a hard, shockingly deep groan.

Impaled, stretched and overfilled, Ella fought to breathe through the first fiery

thrust, then to adjust to the invasion. She tightened on his cock, her breaths beseeching

cries as her cunt flooded with moisture, convulsed and fought for release.

“Now,” James groaned behind her. “Now, Sax, I won’t last long.”

“Please.” She felt the condom-covered tip of his cock force its way into the entrance

of her pussy.

She bucked against them, the heat and hardness searing her, the pleasure/pain

more than she could bear as he worked his cock inside her by slow degrees.

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She tried to thrash in their arms, tried to force Sax to enter her faster, harder, dying

for the orgasm she knew was just out of reach.

“James. Damn. She’s tight.” He groaned beneath her as he rocked inside her, the

slick inner juice easing his way, but not by much.

As each agonizing inch pressed into her cunt, she could feel James, thicker, harder,

as he throbbed inside her ass.

“Almost there,” Sax groaned. “Hold on, baby, I’m giving it all to you.”

She screamed, loud and deep, as the last inches powered inside her with a strong

surge of his hips, burying his erection into her to the hilt. A second later, James began to

move behind her.

The sounds of wet sex, desperate cries and hard male groans filled the air as Ella

shuddered, her body jerking almost spasmodically in the grip of a lust she could have

never imagined. The two men, their thrusts perfectly timed, began to fuck her with

hard, driving strokes. Muscles protested, flared with heat, but parted beneath the

driving strokes of the two thick shafts possessing her.

Between them, Ella cried out their names repeatedly, pushing herself into each

thrust, flying higher, surging deeper into the ecstatic orgasm she knew was building

faster, harder inside her.

Their thrusts quickened then, pushing into her body with rapid movements,

rasping her clit against the wiry roughness of Sax’s pubic hair until the moment

insanity hit. She felt her mind, her heart, her womb and her pussy explode.

Convulsively, simultaneously, as her scream rocked the air between them. Behind her,

James stiffened at that moment, his hot seed flooding her anus as Sax thrust into her

tightening pussy one last time and tightened, his groan of release sounding hard and

loud at her ear.

“Ella, baby.” James leaned over her, holding her close as she continued to cry out,

her body shuddering so harshly she feared she would break apart.

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“James,” she cried out his name, tears wetting her face as another vibration

wracked her body, tightening her, blinding her. She tightened on the cocks still filling

her, riding her through the mindless orgasm until she collapsed, boneless, against Sax’s

body.

“Ella. God. Baby.” James pulled her from Sax, easing her into his arms as he fell to

the bed, holding her close, tight, as the other man moved from the bed.

Ella could still feel the internal shudders racing through her womb, her own release

dripping from her cunt as James rocked her, his lips caressing her face, his hands

stroking her back.

“Don’t leave me.” She burrowed closer against his chest, too exhausted to hold him

to her, praying he would hold her to him instead.

“Never,” he whispered at her ear, his vow echoing to her soul. “Never, Ella. I’ll

always be here.”

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“She asleep?” Sax was waiting in the kitchen, dressed, looking smartly presentable.

He didn’t look as though he spent the last hours helping James fuck Ella into another

screaming climax. James had held her in his arms, stroking her body, easing her

through the destructive shudders of her orgasm before moving to take her again

himself.

After the first violent sensations had eased from her body, neither man had been

able to leave her in peace. She responded to each touch, each stroke of their hands as

though it were the first time.

“She’s asleep.” James nodded, wishing he were as well. He had never been so

exhausted in his life.

“Will she be okay?” Sax glanced back at the hallway that led to her bedroom, a

frown shaping his brow.

“She’ll be fine.” James was sure of that. Her sleepily muttered words as she finally

gave into her own exhaustion assured him of it.

“Well, you waited long enough for her.” Sax rolled his broad shoulders as he

headed for the hallway. “I’m heading home now. I need to sleep.”

James followed him to the door and as the other man turned back to him, lifted a

brow questioningly.

“I’ll need your help now,” Sax said with a fierce frown. “You and Cole set up Ella’s

downfall. I expect your help setting up my woman’s fall.”

James grinned. “You have a deal, Sax. Give me a chance to figure out how to get to

her, and I’ll let you know.”

Sax nodded. “I’ll be waiting. Impatiently, but waiting.”

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He walked out the front door, closing it softly behind him. James sighed deeply,

secured the locks and then returned to Ella’s bedroom.

She was in the same position he had left her in, curled up on her side, her auburn

hair a cloud of silk around her face, her expression peaceful, serene. Had he ever seen

her peaceful or serene before he invaded her life? He shook his head, knowing he

hadn’t.

“Is he gone?” she mumbled as he eased into the bed beside her.

Surprised, James stared down at her closed eyes.

“He’s gone.” He pulled her into his arms, tucking the blankets around her again.

Her voice was drowsy, replete, as she snuggled against him. “No more

threesomes.” She yawned. “I can’t move.”

He chuckled gently. “Let me know when you need to move and I’ll do it for you,”

he assured her.

Silence thickened around them again for long seconds.

“What now?” she asked, her voice even, though he heard the worry in her tone.

“Hmm. Many things.” He smiled against her hair. “But I’m not leaving, Ella. Not

now, not ever. You’re mine. You submitted to it, baby. You can’t back out now.”

The letter he had left that day was detailed in more than one regard. Submit now,

submit for life. The ring that had accompanied it graced her finger, just where it

belonged.

“You have a lousy way of proposing, James. I’m going to have to teach you better.

Boy toys are supposed to be more romantic, especially married ones.” Warmth filled

her voice, a warmth that gave him hope. Then joy swelled in his chest when she

whispered, “Especially the one I love.”

He laughed then, feeling freer, happier than he could ever remember feeling.

“I’ll keep that in mind, baby.” He kissed her lips tenderly, feeling her smile, her

exhausted response. “Sleep now. In my arms, Ella. The way it’s supposed to be.”

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And they both slept.

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He had sworn she would come to him. He wouldn’t spend agonizing months trying

to ease her into a relationship she had stated she would never tolerate. So he tried to

seduce her into it instead.

After Thomas’s death, he had made himself indispensable to her. He was at the

house often, fixing this or that, just talking or watching movies late into the night.

Despite appearances, Terrie was a wary person, well aware of how easily she could be

hurt, how weak she was physically. From what he had gathered, his brother had been

more of a bastard than he had ever imagined.

“Now that was a beautiful wedding.” Terrie stumbled against him a bit as he

helped her into the house.

James and Ella’s wedding ceremony had made her teary eyed, reflective. She had

sat in the limo on the way home, quiet, a bit sad, staring out the window as her fingers

stroked over the upper swell of one breast that her cream colored dress had revealed.

The action had caused his cock to swell, to harden in agonized need.

“Well, it wasn’t a long one, anyway.” Jesse pulled her to him, leading her to the

living room, enjoying her soft weight against his side.

The soft silk of her dress slid against his hands, and when he sat her on the couch,

the hem rode just below the crotch of her panties. Cream colored as well, silk. He was

betting it was a thong.

“You kissed the bride.” Her surprising comment had his brows lifting in surprise.

He had kissed the bride. Long and deep, to her complete surprise and shocked

arousal.

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“Yeah, I did.” He knelt at her feet, removing the high-heeled shoes from her small

feet.

“That was so decadent,” she bit out. “Kissing her that way, with your tongue. You

made her horny.”

He smothered his laughter. “That was the point,” he whispered up at her as he

caressed the slight welts on the side of her foot.

She pouted. She had such an intriguing pout, and used it on him often.

“I promise not to kiss Ella again.” His hand stroked her calf as he felt a small tremor

work over her body.

“Sax fucked her. He was at the wedding, of course,” she bit out. “I knew she

couldn’t hold out. She gave in too easily.”

She sounded angry with Ella, though Jesse knew she was more than happy that her

friend had finally found some happiness.

“You, of course, would be much harder to convince?” he asked her, careful to keep

his voice even, his hand on her calf comforting rather than arousing.

She leveled a hard look at him. “I am not so easy.”

That was sure as hell the truth. He murmured consoling words, though, massaging

her foot, well aware of how the heels made her feet ache.

“I’m not your sister.” She jerked her foot from his grasp, staring down at him

angrily. “Stop treating me like one.”

“Keep it up and I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your ass.” He jerked her foot

back. “Now what has you so upset? I thought you were happy for Ella.”

“I am.” She was pouting again, watching him darkly.

“Then what’s your problem?” he asked her again.

“You’ve never kissed me like that,” she finally bit out, her cheeks blooming with a

flush. “Why haven’t you?”

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He pursed his lips. Her breasts were moving quickly beneath her dress, her nipples

hard, poking impatiently at the light fabric. He allowed his hand to stroke higher along

the inside of her leg.

“Because,” he whispered. “I can never decide where to put my tongue first.”