Authors: Twyla Turner
Three (30 page)
At the same time they both started clumsily planting rapid kissing over the others face. Simone burst out giggling and Xander chuckled deeply.
“Is there room for one more?” Jackson said walking up to them, coming to check on them.
“Always.” Simone said sweetly.
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The whirlwind that was Jackson and Xander had all of her things packed and shipped, her car sold and back in Alaska within a handful of days. As they finally pulled up to the house, Simone’s heart filled with so much joy that she could barely sit still between them.
Once inside the garage, Simone started to walk into the house when they stopped her.
“Not so fast.” Xander said with a hand on her shoulder.
They stood face to face with her in the middle and they lifted her in their arms cradling her close to their chests and then they squeezed through the door, carrying her over the threshold.
“We have to keep things traditional.” Jackson smiled down at her as they let her down.
“As if anything we do is traditional. Our marriage isn’t even legal.” Simone rolled her eyes at them.
“It’s as legal in my eyes as anyone else’s marriage.” Xander said seriously.
“Agreed.” Jackson said, equally serious.
Simone’s eyes welled with tears of happiness for the millionth time since they came barreling back into her life, like bulls in a china shop.
“What’s wrong, Si.” Xander asked stroking a finger down her face.
“I’m just so incredibly happy. I came here looking for my family and found so much more. Now my heart is so…so
full
.” The tears finally slipped down her face.
Xander picked her up and walked through the house and up the stairs to their bedroom as Jackson followed. Inside their room the men slowly undressed Simone. Kissing paths down her body. Simone’s skin tingled with pleasure.
“We have a surprise for you.” Jackson said after they had undressed.
Simone admired as his enormous body bunched and flexed as he walked to the chest of drawers. He grabbed something out of the top drawer and walked back over to her, handing her a box. She unwrapped the box and her eyebrows bunched together in confusion.
“What is it?” She asked perplexed.
“We’ll show you.” Xander said taking the box out of her hand and pulling out the object.
Xander unhooked one of the straps that was attached to what looked like a purple butterfly. He placed the butterfly against her heated sex and then wrapped the strap around her thigh and reattached it to the butterfly. Jackson did the same on the other side. The butterfly was now firmly against her clit. She looked up at them with curiosity. Jackson took a matching little purple box with buttons out of the packaging. And pressing the button, the butterfly came alive against her sensitive nub.
Simone cried out and her knees gave out on her. Both men reached out to steady her. Jackson pressed another button and the vibrations stopped. He picked her up and placed her gently in bed. Jackson laid back on the bed and he pulled her over him. Her hair cascaded down around his face and he wrapped a hand around her neck pulling her closer to flick his tongue over her lips.
Simone gasped and he took advantage of her opening to him and his tongue dipped into her mouth. His warm tongue stroking against hers. He positioned his throbbing erection at her opening and Simone willingly lowered her wet cleft over him.
Xander poured lube over his hardened length and positioned himself behind Simone, at her back entrance. He teased and stroked against her puckered flesh. Slowly he entered her and she threw her head back, adjusting to the fullness of having both men inside of her.
Jackson pressed the button for the lowest setting on the remote and the butterfly once again came to life and Simone bucked reflexively. Gently they began to move. Jackson stroked up and Xander out, then back again. Xander kissed and bit at her neck and shoulder. Jackson reached up to caress at her erect nipples.
Simone leaned forward, wanting Jackson’s mouth on her. He obliged her. He flicked his tongue over her chocolate kiss nipples in time to each thrust of his powerful hips. As they both increased their speed, Jackson pressed the button for the medium setting for the butterfly.
“Aah, fuck!” Simone cried.
Her body started to tremble as they built up her climax. At her reaction, the men took it as their green light to pick up the pace. Their hips worked liked pistons, pumping in and out. Simone’s body tensed and Jackson delivered the final explosion by pressing the last button to high.
Simone bucked wildly between them. Her inner muscles flexed and squeezed around their cocks and they roared with their release.
“Fuck!”
“Shit!”
They all collapsed, sprawling together. They fell in a pile of twitching limbs, pounding hearts and sweat soaked skin. Once they caught their breath, Jackson weakly got out of bed to grab a damp towel to clean them up. He removed the butterfly and Simone twitched at the movement against her sensitive nub. Then he gently wiped her clean.
Jackson laid back down after they were clean, and they snuggled close together. The three of them sighed deeply and then chuckled at each other.
“You’re mine.” Simone said sleepily.
“And you’re ours.” They replied.
Simone wrapped snugly in their warm embrace, thought of two words before she slipped into oblivion,
I’m home.
The End
Thank you to my parents for your continual support for my career and putting a roof over my head while I get my writing off the ground. One day I’ll be able get my own place again and maybe another for you too, if I’m lucky.
Thank you to Nadia, Sam and Randi for reading, editing and/or giving me precious feedback on this novel. You can’t imagine how helpful you’ve been. Your feedback gives me the reassurance and confidence that my books are good enough to show to the world.
Thank you so much to Patrice, Marcia and Bee’s Books! The word that you ladies are spreading have given my books a boost that I couldn’t be more grateful for. I love your reviews and your words of praise and encouragement. You ladies remind me why I started writing to begin with- to touch people’s lives and make them just a little brighter…and maybe steamier. ;)
Twyla Turner currently resides in Arizona. She was born and raised in Joliet, Illinois, a Midwest girl at heart, though constantly moving from place to place and always thinking of where she wants to go next. Having been an avid romance novel reader since junior high and minoring in Creative Writing, she felt that it was finally time to start combining her love of travel and writing, as well as her life experiences and putting them down on “paper”. Which experiences, she’ll never tell…well maybe, if you ask nicely.