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Glenn must have sensed her wavering, because he said, “We’ll come over to your place at seven with food. If you don’t want to let us in, that’s your choice, but you don’t have to decide right now. Pizza or Chinese?”
“Huh?”
“Do you want us to bring pizza or Chinese food with us?”
“How about sushi?”
“Oh, yum, why didn’t I think of that myself? See you at seven.”
Xonra sat at her desk, her mind in turmoil, roiling back and forth over the issues, the child, the situation, Jeremiah J. Curlin…Well, shit! If I had a live-in lover I bet I would tell him, and these men are my partners, so there!
My partners? Yes, they are. It’s not just sex, it’s a relationship. Well, the beginnings of one, anyway.
* * * *
Xonra got involved in a project at work, and it was after six when she looked up from her computer and noticed the time. Hastily, she logged off, raced home, had a quick shower and changed into jeans, hardly having time to draw breath before the doorbell rang and Morgan and Glenn had arrived.
The sushi smelled wonderful, and they’d also brought sodas, salads and a chocolate-chip cupcake just for her. “To make you feel better,” said Morgan, kissing her nose.
Xonra was touched. They really were genuinely nice, caring guys, likely nicer than she deserved.
She set plates and glasses on her dining table, and as they sat eating and talking, Xonra sensed the men deliberately keeping the conversation light and positive. Once again, she was struck by how sweet and thoughtful they were. Not once had they asked her about work or her troubles, simply offering her their presence as a gift, laughing and joking, making her feel loved.
After they’d eaten, they all moved to the sofa and the two men sat together, pulling her across both their laps. “So, do you want to talk about it, do you want us to go home, or can we fuck your brains out?” asked Glenn.
“Or maybe all three, though not in that order,” added Morgan.
“It’s about Berisford Village and Jeremiah J. Curlin, but if he gets wind of it, he’s sure to bankrupt me and the company and likely everyone else he thinks is connected to it as well.”
“Actually, I’d believe that. I’ve heard he’s a mighty tough son of a bitch and not beyond playing unfair,” said Morgan.
“Really? All I knew about him until today was that he was mean about paying his employees.” Xonra stopped to think. “There was one remark he made about women over forty being useless. What was it he said?” She thought hard. “‘They’re not fertile.’ Which I ignored at the time, but now it’s kind of interesting. Especially if he planned to marry the Chloes off to the Jakes. Hmm. Here, let me start at the beginning.”
Xonra told them about Chloe and Ernie. As she spoke, she watched Morgan’s face get red with anger and his hands ball into fists. Glenn was breathing heavily and his nose was pinched in anger.
“Slavery, polygamy, child brides. It sounds like a fucking cult, or something in a third-world country on the late news. When’s the meeting with him and the CEO you were told about before this drama broke?” asked Morgan.
“Friday. Not really long enough for the police or whoever to do much.”
“No, but it’ll be mighty interesting to see why Curlin called the meeting. It’s obviously something very important to him.”
She could sense how hard the men were working to control their disgust at Curlin as they talked for a while, until the discussion started to go round and round in circles.
“Enough. Bedtime. Let us cuddle you, love you, soothe you and make you feel relaxed and good,” said Glenn.
“Sounds excellent,” she murmured, leaning over to kiss first him, then Morgan.
Within the next ten seconds, any plans for slow and gentle were replaced by the need for sex urgently. Fast, hard, and hot.
The two cocks underneath her butt and thighs had grown into long, hard ridges and deliberately she dragged her ass cheeks across them as she kissed the men again, then again, this time scraping her breasts across their chests.
“Hold her arms,” gasped Morgan as he slid out from underneath her to kick off his shoes and shuck his jeans, stopping only long enough to grab a condom from the pocket. The condom he placed on the arm of the sofa, while his T-shirt and underwear went sailing through the air.
Naked, he kneeled and took off her shoes and socks, then reached around her belly to unzip her jeans and slide them down her legs.
All this time, Glenn was nuzzling her face and neck, pressing light kisses across her eyelids, her brows, and her cheekbones.
Xonra had been gripping Glenn’s shoulders for balance. Now she let go long enough to unbutton her shirt, guessing that it would be ripped otherwise. She shrugged it off her shoulders, let the sleeves fall off her hands, and then slid her hands under Glenn’s T-shirt and across his hard, warm, muscular chest. “Hmmm,” she murmured, loving the feel of him, loving Morgan’s hand on her back as he unsnapped her bra.
