Ellis sounded strained. “You better come fast, buddy,” he told Brad, “because she’s squeezing me like crazy and I can’t hold back much longer.”
Brad bucked his hips up against Mandaline’s face, his fingers pinching her nipples. The delicious bite of pain amped up her pleasure, triggering another wave of orgasms inside her.
She was rewarded with a flood of cum exploding from Brad’s cock in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed, still trembling from the last echoes of her orgasm while Ellis slammed his hips into her.
She felt his fingers dig in hard, one last little climax popping free at the sensation as he came inside her and finally fell still. After a moment he withdrew and stretched out next to her on the bed.
Eyes closed, she rested her cheek against Brad’s thigh. He stroked her hair, slowly, then her arms. Then he started patting her arms.
When he started patting a little harder, she realized what he needed and sat up. “Oh, sorry.”
He laughed as he looked up at her. “Well, I knew I could survive a little longer, but I didn’t want my death certificate to read ‘drowning by cunnilingus.’”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Thursday morning, Mandaline awoke to find a man between her legs.
Specifically, Brad. More specifically, he eagerly licked and sucked her clit.
She buried her fingers in his hair and closed her eyes again. When she reached out to find Ellis, she realized he wasn’t in bed with them.
“Where’s Ellis?”
Brad paused, making her wish she hadn’t asked. “Office. Went in early.” His lips closed around her clit again.
She was happy to lie there and let him make her come, but before she could find release, he sat up and reached for a condom.
He looked down at her with a smile as he rolled it on. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of you.”
He rolled onto his back and made her straddle him, his fingers laced through his. “Okay, baby,” he said. “You ride me. Take your time.”
She couldn’t get over how well their cocks fit inside her, seemingly hitting every perfect spot inside her. Before them, she’d rarely been able to come just from penetration, usually needing to get over another way. But with them they’d made it the norm, not the exception.
Rocking slowly, she focused on his sweet brown gaze as she tried to find the perfect angle and position for his cock to rub against the inside of her pussy. Her clit throbbed, her need only stoked by his earlier ministrations.
When she found the exact spot, his cock deliciously hitting her inside as well as along her clit, she squeezed his hands and moved faster, harder.
“That’s it, baby,” he softly encouraged. “Ride me. Do what you need to do.”
She felt his energy reaching out to her, embracing her, dancing with hers the way their bodies moved together. A playful smile curved his lips.
“I feel it, too,” he said. “You just keep doing what you’re doing.”
How had two perfect men walked into her life like this?
Her ass slapped against his thighs as he picked up her tempo and began arching up into her at the bottom of every stroke so his cock bottomed out inside her pussy. She gasped, the extra friction enough to finally send her tumbling over the edge.
She squeezed his hands harder and let out a soft cry as it started.
“There you go,” he whispered. “Ride it out.”
She did, harder, faster, Brad matching her pace perfectly, a series of smaller orgasms all blending together into one longer, sweeter release she couldn’t believe she’d never felt before. She’d had multiple orgasms in one session before, but never like this, never the way their bodies pulled them from her, rolling and multiplying and feeling like her clit had been supercharged with erotic heat.
Only when she felt it waning did he take over, thrusting up into her at his pace now, harder, faster, his gaze burning right through her very core.
“This is for you, baby, what you do to me.” He clamped down on her hands and his back arched. Inside her, she felt his cock go rigid before it started throbbing, and he fell still beneath her.
Winded, she collapsed on top of him, draped over his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back. With his lips pressed against her forehead, he said, “And that’s what love feels like, inside and out, physically and mentally.”
She nuzzled her face against his throat. “I felt it,” she whispered. “I feel it with both of you, but I can’t believe you feel it, too.”
“He feels it. He just doesn’t understand it or recognize it. But you can bet he feels it.” He made her look him in the eye. “Do you realize how happy you’ve made him? And me, too, but I haven’t seen him this happy in years.”
She didn’t know what to say to that.
He stroked her cheek. “I only hope we can heal you the way you’ve healed us.”
She nodded, leaning her face into his touch. “You have.”
When Ellis left early for the office, he suspected Brad would have his way with Mandaline, but he didn’t mind or feel the slightest bit jealous over it.
It surprised him how easy it was to fall into a familiar, comfortable daily routine with them both.
Maybe this was meant to be.
Frankly, he’d wanted to get up and out of bed and have some alone time. He’d had another disturbing dream about Julie and the shotgun. Only this time, they’d been standing in the kitchen at the house, and the shotgun appeared out of nowhere on the table. She’d handed him the .38 and pointed a finger at him.
“Believe.”
Behind her, a dark, ominous shape took form in the open doorway leading outside.
“Believe!” Julie had admonished one more time before he startled awake.
He wasn’t usually one to put much stock in dreams. But considering everything that had happened over the past couple of days, he wasn’t delusional enough to ignore them, either.
And before he left for work, he’d made sure he wore the .38 under his blazer.
Ellis returned from the office a few minutes after noon. “Is there anything specific I need to wear, or will jeans suffice?” he asked Mandaline.
“Jeans are fine. Listen, you don’t have to do this.”
He put his hands on her shoulders. “Last time. I’m going, or you aren’t. Period.” He still couldn’t get the weird dream with Julie out of his head.
No way would he let Mandaline go to the Corey house alone.
Brad laughed from where he was lounging on the couch with a sketch pad in hand. “Quit arguing with him. You should know better by now.”
“It’s just that I don’t know how long I’m going to be or what I might or might not find.”
“I know you won’t be going at all if I’m not with you.”
While Ellis knew where the Croom park was, he’d never been there. Mandaline carefully bumped the SUV over the cattle guard at the gate before stopping at the small gatehouse.
The park ranger wore a frown as Ellis rolled down the passenger window. “Can I help you folks?”
Mandaline leaned forward to see past Ellis. “I have an appointment with Samantha Corey today.”
The ranger slowly nodded. “You worked with Julie Prescott?”
Ellis glanced over at Mandaline. He didn’t miss the momentary flash of grief on her face. “Yes. I’m Mandaline Royce.”
The ranger slowly nodded again. “Sorry about your loss. Main road was just graded yesterday, so you shouldn’t have any trouble there. Not sure what condition their driveway’s in. It’s marked. You know how to get there?”
“Yes, she drew me a map.”
He stepped back from the car. “Have a nice day.”
Ellis rolled up the window as Mandaline pulled forward. “He was certainly chipper,” he snarked.