“We both want you forever,” Josh added.
Their words melted her utterly.
She loved them. There was no denying it any longer. She’d never known love before. But now she did, inside and out. Josh and Jacob knew how broken she was and still they wanted her in their lives. They wanted something permanent.
“I love you both so much. I want to be yours forever, too.”
They both uttered noises that sounded primal, like growls. Their thrusts into her pussy and ass intensified, going deeper, stretching her to the max. She felt every stroke that brought new sensations and multiplied her need beyond the bearable.
They surrounded her, naked skin to naked skin, their cocks rubbing deep inside, their hot breath hitting the skin on her neck and face. The intimacy wasn’t just physical in this incredible moment, it was so much more. They were three heartbeats melded together. With them she felt beautiful, powerful, and so very feminine.
“I’m close,” she confessed.
“Come for us, angel,” Jacob commanded. “Come now.” He drove into her ass again and again, as Josh did the same in her pussy.
And then the pressure exploded, releasing overpowering pleasure that flooded every cell in her body. Shivering sensations raced through her, igniting inside her core and shooting down her legs and arms. She was ablaze and more alive than she’d ever been before.
She clenched down on their cocks inside her body with her pussy and ass.
Josh shuddered, and she felt his cock pulse as he came inside her. Jacob groaned and thrust his dick all the way into her ass, releasing his seed.
They held her between them for several delicious moments. Once again, they’d given her shivers, something she’d never felt before with sex. Only with them.
Josh kissed her tenderly. “I love you, Carrie.”
“I love you, too.”
He and Jacob lowered her back into her seat.
Jacob bent down and pressed his lips to hers. “I love you so much, angel. I can’t believe we’re so lucky to have finally found you.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Hello, Cindy.” Holding his cell to his ear, Willie looked at the hundreds of people lining up to register for paintball. There were more players arriving every hour. Sign-up would continue another two hours, all the way up until midnight. The streets around the square were all blocked off. Tomorrow morning the big event would get started.
“Why haven’t you taken care of that matter we agreed upon yet?” Trollinger’s angry tone came through the phone loud and clear.
“Don’t worry about Jaris Simmons, Cindy. It will be my pleasure to eliminate him. In fact, I plan on putting a bullet in the bastard’s head tonight. Starting at midnight, Simmons will be working the overnight shift for the event’s security, an excellent time to find him alone since nothing gets underway until eight in the morning.”
“Perfect. Just let me know when the job is done.”
“Did you get the number for me?”
“I did.” Trollinger’s voice softened. She told him Carrie’s cell number. “She’s had the same phone for over three years. It wasn’t hard to find, Willie.”
“You’re the tech expert, Cindy. I’m better on the front lines. I think we’ll make a good team going forward.”
“You think so? Just get the job done and we’ll discuss it.”
“And you’ll have my payment with you when we meet, right?”
“Yes.”
The line went dead, and he continued scanning the area. His plans were flawless. Simmons would be easy. So would the plan with Carrie.
He slowly worked his way behind a group of twenty players to keep from being noticed. There was plenty of security, though it seemed they were there primarily to answer questions and keep players away for the non-paintball places in the town. There weren’t many inside the city limits, only the residential streets were out of bounds. There wasn’t a car allowed on the streets. His rental was parked next to the bridge in the big parking lot with all the other out-of-towners’ cars.
The mood that permeated everyone he’d seen was upbeat and full of anticipation for tomorrow, both local and outsider alike. Idiots. If they want fun, they should use the real thing. He reached into his jacket to touch his gun. He recalled how thrilling it had been when he took his first life with his own hands. He’d felt invincible and full of power. What a rush. Three heartbeats had been silenced by his bullets. Crimes that would go unsolved forever. Just like the fire in Belco. Those fools’ lives had ended because of him. The authorities had known he’d escaped, but they still hadn’t been able to find him. They never would.