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Kyle drops to his knees and removes my shoes before unzipping my jeans while Dean gets rid of my jacket. Kyle runs his hands back up my legs grabbing the elastic of my thong blowing on my skin. Shivers run across my skin that contrast with the fire I feel under Dean's touch as he has already removed my shirt and kisses my shoulder. I close my eyes, enjoying the moment. Time stands still as the two act in unison. Dean sinks his teeth into my shoulder and at the same time Kyle sinks his tongue between my folds. It's a powerful mix that makes my head spin. I want to try to touch them but my legs give out and I have to hold on to Dean's pants.
“So perfect,” Dean murmurs before lifting me up. I cling to his neck and kiss him when Kyle fills me in one stroke. I can feel every inch of him inside me. He moves his hips going deeper.
Dean hands me to Kyle like I was a doll. He finds me with my back against my husband, who grabs my legs and opens them wider as he continues to increase the pace. Dean's ravenous gaze makes me even wetter. I can already feel my fluids sliding down Kyle's shaft. He slows down before coming out of my pussy impaling me on his cock.
“God what a sight.” Dean growls before greedily licking my pussy.
I begin to feel the first spasms and shudder when I feel Kyle spread my legs wider to give his brother space between my legs.
“Show us how you like it baby.” Dean's short, fast strokes of his tongue give me no respite and holding back is hard.
“Please, please, please,” I manage to say as I squirt onto Dean's chest.
“Fuck, yes,” Dean smiles, “what a sight.” He continues to penetrate me again until I do it again with a liberating scream that merges with Kyle's.
I've made a mess on the floor but neither of them seems to care as they vie for my mouth.
After putting me down and realizing I can hold myself up, I notice Dean's slick chest and the rivulets of my liquid trickling down to his pants. God he is hot.
I mentally shake my head and notice Dean's sly smile. “I'd better clean up this mess.”
“We bring dinner to the table and you,” and Kyle points his finger at me, “stay like this. Don't get dressed and don't clean up.”
“Perfection made flesh,” Dean murmurs.
We dine together, sitting around the table as we share stories and laughter. Being the only one naked at the table doesn't make me uncomfortable; on the contrary. But seeing Dean still imbued with my essence makes me hornier.
Dinner continues, with the table witnessing our laughter and words. Dean confesses, with a note of joy in his expression, that he has finally received the legalization of his divorce. This is important news, a step forward for him to a new life. Kyle surprises us by bringing only two delicious desserts, but when I raise a questioning eyebrow, he justifies himself with a mischievous smile. “I'm on call in a little while,” he jokes. “Play nice.” He pauses and the warm embrace jolts me as he gently takes my wrist, tracing the outline of the patch with his fingers with affectionate care. A thrill of excitement runs through me as his eyes meet mine. He leans down and kisses me ardently.
“Wait, at least taste it.” I give him half of my dessert, accompanying it with a passionate kiss.
“I've already eaten my favorite dessert.” He winks at me. “I love you, baby,” he whispers before grabbing his bag and going to work.
When I return to the table, Dean gently pulls me onto his lap with a smile on his face. He is the one who takes my wrist, his dark eyes fixed on my face. He pretends to follow the tattoo design with his finger and even though he doesn’t touch it, I can feel it and it makes me quiver. Then he draws me to him, our bodies join in an embrace, and our kiss is full of passion.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
He kisses my shoulder lightly before confessing. “For being ours.” His touch becomes tender as he caresses my face. “For making me understand what it means to love someone without limits, and for teaching me how to love.” He bites my lower lip, “and for tattooing my name on you.”
A wave of emotion sweeps over me. I want to tell him how deeply in love I am with him, how grateful I am for everything he has brought into my life. But I know a declaration of love might scare him away, so I just brush his lips with a chaste kiss, a quiet but eloquent way to tell him how special he is to me if he hasn't realized it yet.
He, however, has no intention of remaining silent. “I love you, Miri,” he whispers in a warm, sincere voice, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
My voice trembles slightly when I finally let my heart speak. “I love you too, Dean.” I feel that our love is like a fire that burns brightly, and nothing can ever put it out. We are a family, a special triad, and our love is the bond that unites us inextricably.
“Say it again.”
I straddle him. His hands trace my back from my ass to my neck, grabbing my hair, pulling it back to look into his eyes. “I,” I kiss him, “love,” another kiss, “you.”
His lips crash on mine consuming my soul as well.
Chapter Sixteen
Dean
It's an average Saturday, and we're surrounded by good buddies. Kyle and Miri's active social life has always been a given. I think their jobs play a big role in that. Kyle is a cornerstone of the community, known not only in our town but also in the neighboring counties. Miri is no different, her career has landed her on the list of the top twenty most influential therapists in the U.S. I've witnessed her talent firsthand. She has a unique knack for understanding you and guiding you toward the solution to your problems. I'd rank her at the top of the list. She's earned it. Yet, she remains humble, tucking away her accolades rather than displaying them for all to see.
