Stacy's Destiny (The Town of Pearl 2)

Their fingers were warm, thick, and hard as they glided against her delicate flesh until they each met her wet pussy. The moment their fingers each pressed against her pussy lips, she tightened up and grabbed their heads. “You both feel so good,” she stated, and they began to draw tiny imaginary circles around and over the delicate flesh. Max pressed a finger into her then pulled out. Then Eric pressed a finger into her wet pussy then pulled out. Her pussy throbbed and leaked more fluid, lubricating her.

She felt the sensations as her body continued to elevate higher and higher, and she anticipated the eruption she craved and so badly needed.

“Please,” she barely whispered when Max leaned down and licked her pussy.

She moaned and thrust her hips as she exploded against his mouth. The sound of fireworks echoed around her. She never felt anything so amazing in her life.

“Oh God, I hear explosions and everything.”

Eric leaned over her and kissed her lips before he spoke to her.

“Those are the fireworks, baby. The town council held off until you were found safe and sound.”

Max leaned next to her, licked her lower lip, then kissed her softly.

“But I promise more fireworks once you’re fully healed.”

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She smiled then wrapped her arms around each of their shoulders and hugged them to her breasts.

“I love you both so much.”

“We love you, too,” they both responded, and she smiled.

“Let’s help you take a shower and get cleaned up. Then we’ll hold you in our arms all night long and touch you anywhere you want us to,” Max told her then lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

Epilogue

The following morning, Stacy awoke wedged between Max and Eric, feeling content and warm. That was until she moved. Her body ached, and instantly the tears reached her eyes. She took a deep breath and calmed herself before the men noticed. Max’s phone rang for the third time this morning, and he slowly rose from the bed, letting his hand glide across her belly. She held her breath.

He got up, and she could hear him whispering into the phone.

“You’re hurting, aren’t you?” Eric whispered and slowly moved away from her.

She shook her head, and he raised his eyebrows at her in warning to not lie to him.

“I’ll be okay,” she whispered, and her head began to throb. She clenched her eyes closed and again tried to calm her breathing.

“Head hurts, huh?” he asked, and she nodded slowly.

“I’ll go get you something for that. Rest and don’t move,” he ordered as he slowly rose from the bed. She could barely take in the sight of his sexy, naked body, muscles and all. He returned quickly, helping her sit up just enough to swallow the pills and sip the water. He stared at her, and she knew he was still pretty upset about yesterday.

“I’ll be fine as soon as these kick in.”

“That’s a pretty bad bump you got, and the stitches on your knee must hurt, too,” he stated.

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered then closed her eyes.

He lay there next to her, watching her. She could sense him, and she could hear his breathing.

“You don’t have to stay in bed with me. Just give me twenty minutes and I’ll be down for breakfast. Oh crap! I can’t make breakfast for the guys,” she stated then cringed when she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Eric placed his hand over her belly then eased her head back down.

“Don’t be ridiculous. The guys are taking care of meals for the next few weeks while you recover.”

“I won’t need a few weeks, just maybe a day,” she added with an attitude.

“Right, babe. Just a day.”