Page 94 of Boneyard HEA

He takes my hand, kisses it, then launches into a quick dancing spin with me. I giggle and mess it up. I’ve never been good at dancing, unless I just get to wiggle about to the rhythm. His final dip leaves me suspended over the pair of sofas that live to the right of the foyer.

The sun is slanting in through the large square panel of tinted glass.

“We have the sun here in Australia.” Still upside-down, I incline my head then point toward where the sunlight paints the ivory sofas brighter.

“Not the same.” He tosses me onto the sofa.

My back sinks into the upholstery, and as I prop myself up, with my elbows slipping on the woven fabric, I spy Tomás at the other end.

“Where is Lucy, Tomás? What’s this?” Suspicion colors my words. I scoot along the sofa away from Aaron, but he rounds the armrest and grabs my ankle. From the distant whining, Lucy has been tied to something. She always wants to join in on the fun.

I wonder if my men are thinking of doing the same to me—tying me to something. Excitement sneaks in, and I squeeze my thighs together. Tingles wash quietly outward.

This is how things were before them.

“What do you think it is?” Aaron straddles my waist, kneeling to either side. His weight traps me. It’s a big sofa, so he mostly fits. Carefully he takes my wrists, kisses the inside of both, and pulls them above my head. I feel him give my wrists to Tomás.

He lowers himself.

From a few inches away, he studies me while cupping my face and smoothing away straying hair from my mouth.

I’m breathing deeper already. I need this.

“Hi there, pretty one. Ready to be our fucktoy again? Tell us if this is too soon.”

What a question.

We haven’t had sex since we returned, and I’m not one for making the first move on these two. Neither do I want to. With his erection pressing into my clit at the apex of my thighs, with my skirt gathered by the violence of the throw, all the scrambling about and being pinned down… This is my favorite scene.

The moment is electric.

I eye him, then look up to see Tomás behind me. His big hands have caught my wrists. I love the look and feel of a man’s fingers wrapped around me there. I suck in my lower lip then nod, slowly. My hair rasps in my ears where it rubs on the sofa.

“You’re certain? This has to be slow. We don’t want to ruin you, because we want this, us, to be a lifelong thing. You know I’m long past just frightening the fuck out of you all the time. Though Tomás will likely just grunt at you and let me do the talking.”

“Heyyy, fuck you, chamos.” Tomás leans in, forcing Aaron to move out of his way.

He kisses me upside down, my mouth, my nose, then my mouth again. Pressing on my lips, pushing them aside, my tongue curls against his as he enters my mouth. The hot breathing, his and mine. Awesome. I’m panting, my heels are pressing into the sofa, and my body into Aaron’s cock.

He pulls away and whispers “You taste so good. I can say the love things, too, poquito.”

“I bet you can.” I lift my head to meet his lips again, inhaling his scent, wallowing in their sexy attention that I realize I truly need to heal. I swallow. “I need you both. I do. Please?”

“She said please? Get out of the fucking way, Tomás. My turn.”

They trade places to kiss and handle me. My clothing gets dismantled, untied, unclipped, and thrown away, as does theirs, until I’m naked under them both. When they get frustrated at the lack of room on the sofa, I’m dragged onto the floor. There’s a tangle of limbs, skin slipping on skin, and desperate breathing and moans. Some are mine, some theirs. I’m flipped onto my belly, and they kiss and bite my ass, legs, and hips…god, I love that. Then I’m turned onto my back again to be mauled everywhere else.

I’m folded like a book and mouthed until I’m whimpering, begging for release, then held down and spread open, exactly like a toy they want to fuck, violate, and savor.

Pushed beyond what I can bear, I writhe, gasping as they hold me on my back to laugh at my sobs and play with me at their leisure—my breasts, my pussy. My legs are held above my head while they penetrate me with fingers, tongues, or cocks.

When they’re done messing with me, arousing me almost past sanity, I’m positioned on my knees with one man in my mouth, the other slow-fucking my pussy, for three…brutal…strokes, before getting even rougher, smacking into my ass, until I’m sobbing for more.

“Use words, poquito,” the man in my mouth coaxes, pulling out to the tip. To my shock, it’s Aaron saying that name. Then he uses his hold on my head to jam himself deeper and smiles at my spluttering, with my speech wetly muffled by cock.

Another thrust from behind hits me like an explosion, and I’m blown into a climax, blinded, lost in a storm of euphoric bliss while whoever is back there grunts and crushes fingers into my hips as he serves up a load of come.

“Up.”