If Only
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“Your head knows, but deep down, you believe if you care for someone and they get angry with you, that they’ll pull away like your father did,” Vance said.
“We’re not pulling away, baby.” Galen tilted her chin up so he could look into her face. “I love you, Sally.”
What? Her mouth dropped open, and her heart came to a complete halt right along with her breathing.
“No.”
His lips curled into a wry smile. “Yes.”
Galen loves me? Me? Her processing unit had just suffered a complete power failure, she thought, even as she tried to store everything away—with extra backups—so she’d never lose the memory of the soft look in his dark eyes. The feeling of his fingers under her chin, the slight roughness of his voice.
After Galen released her, Vance cupped his big hand against her cheek, turning her to face him. “Sweetheart, I love you. Very, very much.”
“But…” Her breathing stopped again. There was a serious lack of air in the room; she should complain to management. She tried to shake her head—he held her still as he studied her face. “But you can’t,” she whispered.
“But I do.” Vance’s cheek creased.
They love me? Both of them? Love me? “But-but you guys could have anyone.” Submissives were always trailing after them, flirting with them, even kneeling to catch their attention.
“Very true,” Vance said agreeably, making her want to hit him. “But we want you. Aside from being gorgeous, you’re compassionate—”
“Spirited and fun,” Galen said.
“Intelligent and generous,” Vance finished. “And, oddly enough, you love us. Both. So we’ll just make sure you get all the love you could possibly desire—”
“And all the control you need,” Galen added.
That’s what she felt—that wonderful merging of being controlled and cherished. Galen’s strong arms kept her in place; Vance’s gentle hand on her face kept her centered. Their love poured over her like the warmth of the sun.
Yes, she wanted them. Both. So very much.
Vance’s lips curved up. “Say it, sweetheart.”
And Galen gave her a tiny jiggle as if to shake the words loose.
She elbowed him—just to show she wasn’t a complete wimp—and as he grunted, she smiled sweetly at Vance. “I love you.”
His blue eyes brightened like sunlit glass.
Christ in a carriage, how many times had she cried today? Eyes blurring with tears again, she looked up at Galen and saw his stern face could no longer conceal his deeper emotions. “I love you,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” he whispered back. With his hand behind her head, he gave her a kiss sweeter than she’d ever known. Then he set her on Vance’s lap.
Ouch. The welts burned, and she got in only one breath before Vance squeezed the air right out again. He kissed her, gently at first, growing more demanding. Wetter. Deeper. He released her only long enough to lay her on the bed and follow her down.
He kept kissing her, caressing her breasts with a hard hand, and the sweeping arousal shook her.
She heard Galen moving around the room. Country-western music came on—poor Galen must have lost the toss—with a slow love song. He joined them on the bed. When he took her lips, Vance slid down to kiss her breasts, sucking and licking, sending streamers of pleasure to her core until she felt as if she could almost come without anything else.
Her lips were swollen when Galen raised his head. He studied her face with a faint smile. “You are so beautiful.”
And under his scorching gaze, she felt beautiful.
After another leisurely kiss, he moved down and settled between her legs.
Oh God. “You don’t have to do that,” she said hastily. “I don’t—”
He stared at her—Dom to impertinent submissive. “I know I don’t. I do what I want—and I’ve missed the taste of you.” He glanced at his partner. “Vance likes sucking on your breasts; I like playing with your cunt.”
“Well, that’s direct,” she muttered, feeling her face flush as both men chuckled.
Galen lowered his head. The tip of his tongue brushed her clit lightly, as if to wiggle the hood and expose it farther. As if it weren’t engorged and throbbing. Just that infinitesimal touch shook her body like an earthquake.
When she wiggled and reached for him, he said, “Uh-uh, pet. Hands over your head. No moving.”
She barely managed to smother a whine. Instead, obediently, she put her hands over her head, hearing the pleased sound Vance gave as the position pushed her breasts higher. Why couldn’t the bed frame have something to grab? Don’t move.
Galen glanced at Vance. “I don’t want to wait long; I need to be inside our girl.”
“Agreed.” Vance pushed her breasts together, licking each nipple between light nips that sizzled straight to her clit…which Galen had fastened his lips around.
Galen’s tongue teased the sensitized bundle of nerves up one side, down the other, rubbing in the same rhythm as Vance was using. After a second, she fought her way up long enough to know they were licking and sucking in time with the music. “I thought white guys didn’t have rhythm,” she said in a raspy voice.
“That’s rude, sweetheart.” Vance nipped her sharply.
“Ow.” She brought her hands down to cover her stinging nipple.
Vance raised his head, and the warning in his eyes stopped her, sent her arms back over her head.
Galen just laughed and pushed two fingers inside her. The feeling of thickness, of being filled was outrageously good, bringing back memories of his hand inside her, and making her blood boil with the increasing inferno.
To her relief—and regret—he didn’t increase the number of fingers. With his shoulders, he pushed her legs more widely apart and curved his fingers, probing until he hit a spot that dialed up the sensitivity of her clit into the thousands and the slightest touch of his tongue made her gasp. “That’s definitely the spot,” he murmured.
Before she could stop herself, she lifted her hips, trying to increase the friction.
He tsk-tsked in disapproval and slid his hand under her ass. His calloused palm rubbed over the fresh welts.
“Frigging hell!” The blast of pain shot straight into burning pleasure.
Even as Galen squeezed, increasing the blistering pain, Vance pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure splashing into the liquid pool of need inside her.
Galen released her ass and pushed his fingers back into her vagina, pumping mercilessly, wakening nerves until her core coiled tight with need.
And as they both sucked—clit and nipples—everything inside her clamped down onto Galen’s invading fingers, increasing the feeling of the wonderful slide and penetration. The pressure grew and grew, not stopping, not pausing. Her breathing turned to ragged gasps. Her back arched as everything…tightened…and suddenly released in a rush of sensation so intense that she cried out. Wave after wave pulsed outward with mind-blowing pleasure.
Shimmering inside and out, she gave a sigh of sheer happiness and opened her eyes to see Vance smiling down into her face. He winked at Galen before taking her lips, kissing her deep and wet, ravaging her with his tongue, even while he mercilessly rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Galen’s mouth closed over her clit again, sucking in long, vigorous pulls. He forcefully pumped his fingers, over and over.
Before she could object—or even move—another orgasm slammed into her. She moaned into Vance’s mouth, and his kiss gentled, as if he were drinking in her pleasure.
As she flattened onto the bed in a comfy postorgasm glow, he rubbed his nose along hers and murmured against her lips, “Breathe while you can, sweetheart.”
“Why?”
Without answering, he rolled off the bed and stripped off his jeans. His cock was rigid, straining upward, and she rolled toward him…just wanting to touch.
Instead, he yanked her out of bed, backed her against the door.
“Vance, what are you doing?” Her head was spinning, and her knees started to buckle.
He caught her around the waist.
WASN’T SHE JUST the prettiest sight after she’d come a couple of times? Smiling, Galen removed his jeans, rolled a condom over his painfully distended shaft, and lubed it up.
And watched the show.
“Up you go, sweetie.” With a grunt, Vance lifted Sally. As he pressed her shoulders against the door, she instinctively put her legs around his waist, making it easy for him to slide right into her cunt.
“Oh God.” Her eyes closed, and her expression of pleasure was so lovely that Galen savored it, storing it in memory to enjoy later.
“Fuck, you feel good, Sally. Now hang on to me.” As Vance pressed her harder into the door, she put her arms around his neck. After a few hungry thrusts, which Galen couldn’t begrudge him, he secured his grip on the back of her thighs and turned, putting a sweet little asshole out and available. “Come and get it, bro.”
Galen grinned at him, positioned himself behind her and kissed her neck.
Her head jerked up as his slick fingers traced the rim of her back hole. He slid in one finger, then another, stretching her. Preparing her.
Vance pulled out, holding her steady, and moved his hands on her butt cheeks so he could pull her open as well as holding her up. Her squeak at the contact of his palms on her welts made him chuckle.
“We’re not pulling away, baby.” Galen tilted her chin up so he could look into her face. “I love you, Sally.”
What? Her mouth dropped open, and her heart came to a complete halt right along with her breathing.
“No.”
His lips curled into a wry smile. “Yes.”
Galen loves me? Me? Her processing unit had just suffered a complete power failure, she thought, even as she tried to store everything away—with extra backups—so she’d never lose the memory of the soft look in his dark eyes. The feeling of his fingers under her chin, the slight roughness of his voice.
After Galen released her, Vance cupped his big hand against her cheek, turning her to face him. “Sweetheart, I love you. Very, very much.”
“But…” Her breathing stopped again. There was a serious lack of air in the room; she should complain to management. She tried to shake her head—he held her still as he studied her face. “But you can’t,” she whispered.
“But I do.” Vance’s cheek creased.
They love me? Both of them? Love me? “But-but you guys could have anyone.” Submissives were always trailing after them, flirting with them, even kneeling to catch their attention.
“Very true,” Vance said agreeably, making her want to hit him. “But we want you. Aside from being gorgeous, you’re compassionate—”
“Spirited and fun,” Galen said.
“Intelligent and generous,” Vance finished. “And, oddly enough, you love us. Both. So we’ll just make sure you get all the love you could possibly desire—”
“And all the control you need,” Galen added.
That’s what she felt—that wonderful merging of being controlled and cherished. Galen’s strong arms kept her in place; Vance’s gentle hand on her face kept her centered. Their love poured over her like the warmth of the sun.
Yes, she wanted them. Both. So very much.
Vance’s lips curved up. “Say it, sweetheart.”
And Galen gave her a tiny jiggle as if to shake the words loose.
She elbowed him—just to show she wasn’t a complete wimp—and as he grunted, she smiled sweetly at Vance. “I love you.”
His blue eyes brightened like sunlit glass.
Christ in a carriage, how many times had she cried today? Eyes blurring with tears again, she looked up at Galen and saw his stern face could no longer conceal his deeper emotions. “I love you,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” he whispered back. With his hand behind her head, he gave her a kiss sweeter than she’d ever known. Then he set her on Vance’s lap.
Ouch. The welts burned, and she got in only one breath before Vance squeezed the air right out again. He kissed her, gently at first, growing more demanding. Wetter. Deeper. He released her only long enough to lay her on the bed and follow her down.
He kept kissing her, caressing her breasts with a hard hand, and the sweeping arousal shook her.
She heard Galen moving around the room. Country-western music came on—poor Galen must have lost the toss—with a slow love song. He joined them on the bed. When he took her lips, Vance slid down to kiss her breasts, sucking and licking, sending streamers of pleasure to her core until she felt as if she could almost come without anything else.
Her lips were swollen when Galen raised his head. He studied her face with a faint smile. “You are so beautiful.”
And under his scorching gaze, she felt beautiful.
After another leisurely kiss, he moved down and settled between her legs.
Oh God. “You don’t have to do that,” she said hastily. “I don’t—”
He stared at her—Dom to impertinent submissive. “I know I don’t. I do what I want—and I’ve missed the taste of you.” He glanced at his partner. “Vance likes sucking on your breasts; I like playing with your cunt.”
“Well, that’s direct,” she muttered, feeling her face flush as both men chuckled.
Galen lowered his head. The tip of his tongue brushed her clit lightly, as if to wiggle the hood and expose it farther. As if it weren’t engorged and throbbing. Just that infinitesimal touch shook her body like an earthquake.
When she wiggled and reached for him, he said, “Uh-uh, pet. Hands over your head. No moving.”
She barely managed to smother a whine. Instead, obediently, she put her hands over her head, hearing the pleased sound Vance gave as the position pushed her breasts higher. Why couldn’t the bed frame have something to grab? Don’t move.
Galen glanced at Vance. “I don’t want to wait long; I need to be inside our girl.”
“Agreed.” Vance pushed her breasts together, licking each nipple between light nips that sizzled straight to her clit…which Galen had fastened his lips around.
Galen’s tongue teased the sensitized bundle of nerves up one side, down the other, rubbing in the same rhythm as Vance was using. After a second, she fought her way up long enough to know they were licking and sucking in time with the music. “I thought white guys didn’t have rhythm,” she said in a raspy voice.
“That’s rude, sweetheart.” Vance nipped her sharply.
“Ow.” She brought her hands down to cover her stinging nipple.
Vance raised his head, and the warning in his eyes stopped her, sent her arms back over her head.
Galen just laughed and pushed two fingers inside her. The feeling of thickness, of being filled was outrageously good, bringing back memories of his hand inside her, and making her blood boil with the increasing inferno.
To her relief—and regret—he didn’t increase the number of fingers. With his shoulders, he pushed her legs more widely apart and curved his fingers, probing until he hit a spot that dialed up the sensitivity of her clit into the thousands and the slightest touch of his tongue made her gasp. “That’s definitely the spot,” he murmured.
Before she could stop herself, she lifted her hips, trying to increase the friction.
He tsk-tsked in disapproval and slid his hand under her ass. His calloused palm rubbed over the fresh welts.
“Frigging hell!” The blast of pain shot straight into burning pleasure.
Even as Galen squeezed, increasing the blistering pain, Vance pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure splashing into the liquid pool of need inside her.
Galen released her ass and pushed his fingers back into her vagina, pumping mercilessly, wakening nerves until her core coiled tight with need.
And as they both sucked—clit and nipples—everything inside her clamped down onto Galen’s invading fingers, increasing the feeling of the wonderful slide and penetration. The pressure grew and grew, not stopping, not pausing. Her breathing turned to ragged gasps. Her back arched as everything…tightened…and suddenly released in a rush of sensation so intense that she cried out. Wave after wave pulsed outward with mind-blowing pleasure.
Shimmering inside and out, she gave a sigh of sheer happiness and opened her eyes to see Vance smiling down into her face. He winked at Galen before taking her lips, kissing her deep and wet, ravaging her with his tongue, even while he mercilessly rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Galen’s mouth closed over her clit again, sucking in long, vigorous pulls. He forcefully pumped his fingers, over and over.
Before she could object—or even move—another orgasm slammed into her. She moaned into Vance’s mouth, and his kiss gentled, as if he were drinking in her pleasure.
As she flattened onto the bed in a comfy postorgasm glow, he rubbed his nose along hers and murmured against her lips, “Breathe while you can, sweetheart.”
“Why?”
Without answering, he rolled off the bed and stripped off his jeans. His cock was rigid, straining upward, and she rolled toward him…just wanting to touch.
Instead, he yanked her out of bed, backed her against the door.
“Vance, what are you doing?” Her head was spinning, and her knees started to buckle.
He caught her around the waist.
WASN’T SHE JUST the prettiest sight after she’d come a couple of times? Smiling, Galen removed his jeans, rolled a condom over his painfully distended shaft, and lubed it up.
And watched the show.
“Up you go, sweetie.” With a grunt, Vance lifted Sally. As he pressed her shoulders against the door, she instinctively put her legs around his waist, making it easy for him to slide right into her cunt.
“Oh God.” Her eyes closed, and her expression of pleasure was so lovely that Galen savored it, storing it in memory to enjoy later.
“Fuck, you feel good, Sally. Now hang on to me.” As Vance pressed her harder into the door, she put her arms around his neck. After a few hungry thrusts, which Galen couldn’t begrudge him, he secured his grip on the back of her thighs and turned, putting a sweet little asshole out and available. “Come and get it, bro.”
Galen grinned at him, positioned himself behind her and kissed her neck.
Her head jerked up as his slick fingers traced the rim of her back hole. He slid in one finger, then another, stretching her. Preparing her.
Vance pulled out, holding her steady, and moved his hands on her butt cheeks so he could pull her open as well as holding her up. Her squeak at the contact of his palms on her welts made him chuckle.
