Within moments they all three exploded.
Trent spilled his seed deep, and Crystal felt every spasm. Mac was right behind him, shouting her name and pumping her full of hot come. Crystal felt fingers flicking her clit and then she, too, burst wide open as an orgasm tore through her.
“Oh yes!”
Mac sprinkled her face with gentle kisses. Her cheeks and lips and eyelids recieved attention. Trent came down on top of her, blanketed her body, and sucked on her shoulder, biting and leaving his mark. His dick was still embedded deep. She sighed and collapsed against Mac.
“Hot damn,” Trent whispered against her ear. Mac kissed the top of her head and said, “I do believe I can die a happy man now.”
“You two will be the death of me,” she mumbled as she cozied up next to Mac.
Both men chuckled. “But it’ll be a great way to go,” Trent added as he lay down beside her and covered them with the blanket.
She didn’t have the strength to respond. The last thought on her mind was that she really needed to do something about their odd relationship. They simply couldn’t go on like this forever. Surely it wasn’t humanly possible. Someone would eventually cry uncle. Crystal had a feeling it was going to be her.
9
The next day, Crystal was busy putting the dishes away. She’d worked a long day, and it hadn’t been easy considering her lack of sleep the previous night. Mac and Trent were wearing her out. Not that she was really complaining. Every second she spent with them was better than the last. Which left her more confused than ever. Dating them both meant picking one of them eventually, right? Mac and Trent seemed content to share her. And she had to admit, their little trio seemed to work. Better than her relationship with Richard, for damn sure. Still, loving two men? That wasn’t something a person did for always and forever. That sort of thing was temporary. Eventually one of them was going to get jealous or want out. And where would that leave Mac and Trent’s friendship? She didn’t want to come between them. She cared too much for them to do that.
As she put the last dish in the cupboard and dried her hands on the dish towel, Crystal poured a cold glass of iced tea. When she heard a knock on the door, she frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone, unless it was someone for Mollie. When a second knock came, Crystal sprinted across the apartment and pulled the door open, then stopped dead in her tracks. “Mom?”
Her mom smiled. “Surprise!” she said as she tugged her clos
e for a hug.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” she said, trying to hide her suspicion. Her mom was here for only one reason: Richard. Had to be something to do with that blasted man.
“Of course you didn’t, that’s what a surprise is.” Her mother pushed her bangs off her forehead. “Are you going to invite me in or what?”
Crystal quickly stepped back. “Of course, sorry.”
“It’s entirely too hot out for my liking.” She tossed her purse on the chair closest to the door and asked, “Got anything cold to drink?”
“Sure, come on back to the kitchen,” Crystal said. Once her mom was seated at the kitchen table, Crystal got her a glass of tea. “What brings you here?”
“Can’t a mother visit her daughter without there being an agenda?”
Crystal frowned, not about to let her mom off the hook that easily. “You hate to drive, and it took a good three hours to get here. So, what gives?”
Her mom let out a deep sigh. “I needed to talk to you about something, and though I don’t want you to be upset, it still needs to be said.”
Crystal’s defenses went on high alert. “If this is about Richard, you can forget it. I’m not going back to him. It’s over and I’ve moved on with my life.”
“It is about him, but not in the way you think,” her mom said. She looked down at the table. “Mollie called me. She . . . she told me everything you went through with Richard.” Her mom’s lower lip quivered. “I swear I never would’ve encouraged you to stay with him if I’d know what that beast was capable of.”
Crystal looked at her mother for a long moment, unsure how to respond. “You came all this way to tell me that?”
Her mother’s head shot up. “Yes. I wanted to apologize in person.”
Crystal shook her head. “All the times I tried to talk to you about him and you never wanted to hear it. You never wanted to know the truth.”
Her mother frowned at her as if Crystal was being ungrateful. “I thought you’d be a little more pleased about this visit.”
Crystal reached across the table and took her mom’s hand in her own. “I love you, but it would’ve been nice if you’d listened to me. I’m your daughter. You should’ve been on my side.”
Crystal’s voice had slowly taken on a pleading note, and finally her mom seemed to realize how much she’d messed up. “You’re right. I don’t really have an excuse for the way I acted, but if you’ll let me explain, it might help you to see where I was coming from.”
“I’m listening,” Crystal said, taking advantage of the rare open moment with her mom.