Forbidden Heat
Trey nodded. “I guess that’s true. Whatever you call it, we want a long-term relationship. The three of us.”
“We want to have children with you.”
“Both of us.”
“If you want a wedding and marriage,” Jake said, “and all of that, just pick one of us to be your official husband. But whatever public arrangement we have, the true relationship would be the three of us. Because we all love each other.”
“You do love us both, don’t you, Dani?” Trey asked.
She glanced from one to the other, her eyes welling with tears. “Of course I love you.” She wiped away a tear. “Both of you.”
It was true. And she couldn’t have asked for a happier situation. She’d always known she wasn’t destined to have a normal relationship like everyone else. She’d always thought that meant she’d be alone, but instead, to her total delight, it seemed she’d been blessed with twice as much love . . . and sex . . . as other people.
She didn’t care about the marriage part . . . as long as she could be in the arms of these two wonderful, loving men for the rest of her life.
She reached for both their cocks and stroked, happy to find they were both hard. They tugged her from the bed and turned her around. Jake tossed some pillows in front of her and leaned her forward. A moment later, she felt Trey’s cock press against her slick opening. Then she felt Jake’s. Slowly, the two cockheads pushed into her vagina, easing her open . . . stretching her . . . then slowly both hard cocks glided inside her at the same time. Both men fully immersed in her.
When they pulled back, she gasped in pleasure as the ridges on their cockheads stroked her. They surged forward again and she moaned. They stroked in and out, their hard shafts filling her. Driving her pleasure higher.
“Oh God. Yes.” Bliss rocketed through her as she exploded into a shattering orgasm.
Both men groaned and erupted inside her.
She collapsed on the pillows, and Trey and Jake flopped beside her, their hard muscular bodies pressed close to hers.
She sighed happily and pushed the pillows aside, then climbed higher on the bed, tugging them with her. She lay on her back and they snuggled in beside her. She kissed Jake, then Trey, loving the warmth of them beside her.
She felt so safe and loved.
Although she knew she could face the world alone, now she didn’t have to. She loved two men. And they loved her.
She had truly found her happily-ever-after.
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J. M. smiled. So his perfect woman didn’t believe in Tantra. But she had read his book, which meant she’d at least given it a chance. He was sure that with a little time and the opportunity to show her the benefits of Tantra, he could convince her of its merits.
He probably should have told her he was the author of the book before the conversation had gone too far, but he’d wanted to hear her honest opinion. He couldn’t tell her now. At least, not right away. There was no point in embarrassing her.
The seat belt sign flashed on and Kara buckled her seat belt. She glanced at him nervously, then gazed out the window. He was fairly sure her jitters were less from the idea of landing than from his invitation to spend more time together.
Although she had flirted shamelessly in the airport, it had been clear, especially when she’d seen him in the seat next to hers, that she’d never intended it to lead anywhere.
Given the obvious attraction between them—and the fact that he knew she was the woman who he had manifested as his perfect mate—he fully intended to convince her to spend the night with him. He might know they were meant to be together, but he still had to convince her of that.
Kara’s stomach clenched as the aircraft came to a stop at the gate and people rose from their seats and filled the aircraft aisle. Once off the aircraft, she knew she could just excuse herself and slip off to the ladies’ room, or whatever, and give J. M. the slip. But . . . did she really want to do that?
She watched him as he stood up and opened the overhead compartment. He pulled out her carry-on and placed it on the seat.
My God, not only was he a gentleman, he was observant— remembering exactly which bag of the several up there was hers. He was a sensitive man, too. Warm and concerned for others’ feelings. She could tell that by their conversation. And she liked being around him. That and he was extremely sexy. The attraction between them was blazing hot and . . . she hadn’t been with a guy for a while.