Her Men

“Are you ready for this?” James asked.

She nodded her head, mumbling a yes, so that he’d hear. He grunted her name and then she felt his cock as it jerked. She had no choice but to swallow his cum as it filled her mouth. Wave upon wave of it, she swallowed down until he was spent.

They didn’t leave her after their fuck-fest.

Both men lay on either side of her. Their arms banded around her, touching her, soothing her, calming her.

She knew she could get used to this.

****

One week later

Everything had fallen into place so easily. Abby wanting Drake. Drake wanting Abby, James wanting both of them. If he still wanted the original plan to go ahead, all would be well. Only, he didn’t wish to blackmail Abby anymore.

Not after their time together, and seeing her true nature and the fact he’d gone to where she’d lived before the wedding and the people who’d been around her, had nothing but good things to say about her. She was a well-loved young woman.

Quiet.

Shy.

But nice, friendly, always willing to help.

The picture they painted was one he knew her to be.

Even when he saw her at home, she was never on the internet, never spending money. She was always content with what she had.

Only, she didn’t deserve to spend the entirety of their marriage locked up in his mansion, even though the past week had been a haven of pleasure for all three of them.

“You’re deep in thought,” Drake said, bringing in the mail.

He’d decided to work at home again today. He’d left a few days ago to finally put his fears to bed about Abby. Drake was already aware of what he’d discovered. His best friend hadn’t been surprised in the least. Like Drake said, all you had to do was be around Abby to know she was a wonderful person. James couldn’t deny it. The more time he spent with Abby, the harder it was to hate her or to even feel anything other than a need to protect. He’d known what a viper her mother was. Both of her parents were hungry for money, for wealth, and were willing to do whatever it took to achieve it. Someone like Abby would have been a victim to them long ago. How she’d been able to get away and be sweet was a mystery, but then when he’d asked her, Abby had smiled and told him simply, “I was useless to them.” He had still yet to learn what had made Abby so upset that she’d cut herself when she was younger. Even still, to be told that you were useless; he wanted to hurt both her parents.

“I’ve been thinking about getting away. The three of us.”

“Where do you want to go?” Drake asked.

“You, me, and Abby, to the beach house.”

“Why?”

“I just do,” James said. The past week, they had all shared the same bed, bringing each other more and more pleasure.

He loved watching his woman and his man together. Seeing Drake sliding deep inside Abby turned him on, but not only that, it all felt … right.

Complete.

“The plan?” Drake said.

“We’re not going through with it. I told you that.”

“Are you going to stay married to her?” Drake asked.

He stared at the man he’d fallen in love with so long ago. “Are you jealous?”

“No. I’m not jealous. Abby … she’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known. She’s sexy as hell, sweet, and I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want you to hurt her. All I want to do when we’re with her is take care of her.”

“That’s how I feel.”

“We’re going to have to tell her the truth one day.”

“Right now, she doesn’t need to know.”

“You think we can continue on like we are without her knowing we’re lovers? How I love to feel your cock in my mouth or ass? Your hands all over my body?” Drake asked.

“When she’s ready, we’ll tell her. What do you think? Do you think she’d love to go to the beach?” He was nervous.

Fuck.

How did that happen?

How could he be nervous about this?

He wanted to take her to the beach, not have lots of babies.

The babies would come.

He was losing his mind. No doubt about that.

“I think she’d love it.”

“Where is she?” James asked.

“In the kitchen. It would seem she had a need for baking muffins. Do you want to see?”

James got to his feet in answer and followed Drake through to the back of the house where Abby was indeed making muffins. There had to be at least forty on the counter already.

He picked one up, taking a bite. Chocolate chip and cinnamon. His favorite. Did she even know they were his favorite?

“I hope you don’t mind me baking. I’ve been missing my home, and I always baked for all the neighbors when I had an urge,” she said.