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  “Go an’ shoite.” He pulled the curtain back just enough to peak around the corner. “Damnú ort Bualadh craicinn Bastún!”

  Rick stomped over to the window to stand behind Conor. “I have no idea what you just said, but it didn’t sound pleasant. Let me see.”

  “The fecking gobshite is practically ridin’ her!”

  “Move, Con!” he hissed, looking out the window. “Goddamn fucking bastard is practically giving her a tonsillectomy!”

  “That’s what I said,” Conor murmured.

  “Yeah but nobody can ever understand you when you get riled up.”

  He pulled Conor away from the window before Calleigh caught sight of them. Moments later, he heard the key turn in the lock at the front door. He hoped like hell she wasn’t going to bring what’s his name inside. He might have a hard time restraining himself from punching the man.

  “Conor, get your ass over here.”

  He flipped on the news and pretended to watch. Conor flopped down on the sofa just before the latched opened. Rick heard Calleigh say goodnight and released the breath he’d been holding. A few seconds later, she was sitting between then where she belonged, but she definitely did not have the look of a woman who’d been blissfully kissed. He did a little happy dance inside.

  “How was the date?” Conor asked.

  Calleigh heaved out a breath. “It was okay. He was polite. Made all the right conversation. Even kissed me, but it felt like his tongue was a tentacle. No spark. Nothing. Maybe, I’m not ready after all.”

  She looked disillusioned. Rick knew there was fire in her. It just needed the right kind of spark to ignite. He looked at Conor and saw him nod. He turned Calleigh’s head towards him. His hand tunnelled in the silky mass of her honey-blonde hair. Her amber-brown eyes darkened as he leaned his head forward. He touched their lips together for the first time. She tasted vaguely of cherry as he flicked his tongue out to taste. Her mouth opened, and he slipped inside, moaning at his first real taste of Calleigh.

  Her mouth was sweet and welcoming. He turned his head to get a better angle and sealed them together tighter. His mouth moved on hers in a slow rhythm. Her tongue came out to play with his, and slipped into his mouth as his retreated from hers. He was instantly hard and aching. His hand moved lower to caress her breast only to find Conor’s already there. He pulled back and looked into her passion-dazed eyes. Conor’s hand cupped her cheek and turned her head towards him.

  Rick watched their lips meet and fuse. Their mouths moved together in perfect synchronicity. Rick cupped her breast in his hand and moulded the full mound. Her nipple was erect and stabbing his palm. He slid his other hand up underneath the hem of her dress, touching and caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her legs opened a little, and he angled his fingers up to touch the edge of her panties. He skimmed the fabric, but didn’t reach underneath. Little moans and cries were swallowed by Conor’s mouth as he continued to lick and devour Calleigh’s plush lips.

  It always made him hot to see Conor pleasuring the woman they’d chosen to bring home, but knowing that this was Calleigh, their Calleigh, made the experience ten times more erotic. Conor loved to kiss. It was one of his favourite things to do to a woman. He would kiss them all over for hours, while Rick was more of a touch person. He loved the feel of a woman between them, touching her skin and slipping his fingers inside her body. His cock inside the snug, wet heat of a pussy or hot, velvet clasp of an ass could melt his brains with pleasure. Add Conor into the mix, filling the woman’s mouth or other available opening, and the melt actually exploded. Hearing the screams of her pleasure echo in the room, feeling the rake of her nails down his back was the best feeling in the world. They would have that with Calleigh, and they would have that soon.

  Calleigh pulled back from Conor and looked over at Rick on the other side of her. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “Umm, guys? What was that all about?”

  “Did ye get yer fireworks, Ár Ghra?” Conor asked

  “More like a nuclear explosion. But I don’t understand. Since when…”

  “Since when have we wanted you, angel, or since when have we shared our women?”

  Calleigh couldn’t decide which question she wanted answered more. She was still in shock that not only did she now have proof they wanted her, but that they did in fact intend to share her. The lust coursing through her system made thinking clearly difficult. She had sensed they could be powerfully addictive as individuals, but when they combined their powers of seduction, there was no equation in her past.

  “Why don’t we start with since when have you wanted me?”

  Rick looked at Conor. “You want to take this one?”

  Conor took Calleigh’s hand between his. “The desire te make ye mine began a little over a year ago. ‘Til then I was happy being yer friend, yer confidant, yer shoulder te cry on. I canny mind a specific day it changed. I started lookin’ forward te yer smiles. The little touches ye gave made me shiver. I started dreaming of ye at night. Since Rick and I live together, he called me on it. When I admitted the truth, he told me he felt the same.” He looked over at Rick, “Yer turn.”

  “We started sharing women back in college. We were roommates for four years. The first time was junior year. I had a girl over and Conor came back to the room after studying at the library. He didn’t realise I had company and walked in on us. The girl at the time was rather…we’ll say…free with her affections. She invited Conor to join us. It was then that we recognised the power of giving a woman pleasure together. Working together to provide a woman with pleasure unequalled to her previous experience not only enhances her satisfaction but ours as well.”

  “Do you always share?” Calleigh wanted to know if they were convenient thirds for the other or if this was a lifestyle they intended to adopt permanently.

  “Not every time. We do date on our own, but more often than not, we’re together. Five years ago, we decided that ultimately we are happier this way. There is something about giving a woman such incredible pleasure that she screams with need. Watching her eyes wild and desperate for the release only the two of us can give. I enjoy watching Conor fuck with his drive and determination to bring a woman the most intense orgasm possible. I enjoy sinking myself deep inside a tight pussy or ass, knowing that he is there stimulating her body in ways I couldn’t do in that moment of time.” Rick laced his fingers together with Calleigh’s. “We want to live as a triad with one special woman permanently. We want a marriage of three. As friends, Conor and I balance each other out. I can’t imagine living my life without his presence surrounding me every day. I need him. I love him. The only problem is we’re both men and not gay or even bisexual. We need to complete the triangle. We need a woman to love, to cherish, to protect.” He cupped her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “We need you, angel. You and the boys have become our world. We want to marry you, be fathers to Mike and Brandon and have future children with you. We also want to see you fly from passion, see you burn from our touch, feel your soft skin between us and know the ecstasy of being inside your body.”

  Rick’s dark description of their passion for ménages had her lightheaded. She wanted to feel them surround her as he’d described. The two men she thought she knew inside and out had hidden depths. She knew they each had a tremendous capacity to love, and they worked seamlessly as a team, but seeing them in this new light was a revelation. They wanted to build a life with one woman as their wife. As the mother of their children. While she had experience of three in the bedroom, she didn’t know how a marriage of three would work. How would they interact on a daily basis? How would relationships between the individuals grow? When they fought would sides be drawn?

  “I can see that we’ve thrown lashing of information at ye the-nite, muirnín. The necklace we gave ye was our way of telling ye our desires te build a new relationship between the three of us. We want ye te take the next few days te think about it. We know ye have te think of the boys, not only yer wan
ts an’ needs. I think ye know that we already love Mike an’ Brandon as our own. We don’t want to replace their owl lad, but we do want te fill the hole his death left in all ye lives.”

  Calleigh stood and walked them to the front door. She stopped before opening it and leaned into Conor. Reaching up on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her head for another kiss. His hands dropped to her waist to steady her as his mouth descended. His lips were warm and firm, his tongue soft as it entered her mouth. Instantly, her skin heated and her blood rushed through her veins. The man certainly knew how to kiss. Little flicks kept her searching for deeper contact. His lips pulled away only to tease and torment before capturing hers again. His hands practically spanned her waist. She imagined being lifted by his strong arms and wrapping her legs around his lean waist as he thrust inside her. His hard body against hers felt so good. It felt right. His erection pushed against her stomach. The hard column of flesh was long and thick. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her into his body so no space separated them.

  Another pair of hands lifted her hair away from her neck and lips touched her neck. The delicate caress countered Conor’s now deeply thrusting tongue. Rick’s tongue traced her pulse and nipped behind her ear.

  They surrounded her with their heat. The intensity of their touches was overpowering. Rick’s deep voice whispered seductive words in her ear and planted images of the three of them entwined on her bed, arms and legs touching, lips meeting, bodies sliding and thrusting together until they were consumed by their passions. His hands came around and cupped her breasts, his thumbs and fingers pulled on her elongated nipples. The stiff peaks were aching and needy. She tilted her head away from Conor’s and leant back on Rick’s chest.

  His head descended and their lips met in a backwards kiss, softly melting together. Conor kissed her bare shoulders and down the neckline of her dress. His tongue flicked out to catch the inner swell of her breasts, and she moaned into Rick’s mouth. Conor’s deep voice now seductively murmured in her ear. His lyrical accent thick with passion. She didn’t understand the Gaelic, but if his reverent tone was any indication, the words were filled with desire and longing. Finally, the three separated, each of them breathing hard. The two men couldn’t hide the arousal that matched hers. She wanted them to finish what they started, but her brain knew there were things to consider before that irrevocable step was taken.

  She turned and placed her hand on Rick’s cheek stretching up for one last chaste kiss. “Goodnight, Rick.”

  He pulled her into a tight hug. “Goodnight, angel.”

  She did the same to Conor. “Goodnight, Conor.”

  He pulled Calleigh into his arms, “Oíche mhaith, muirnín. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

  As she closed the door, she thought if they did continue in this relationship, she was definitely going to have to learn some Gaelic. She walked up the stairs and peeked in on the boys. She smiled at the way their limbs were flayed out all over their twin-sized beds. She, Rick and Conor had made a big production of going to the ‘big boy’ bed store on the boys’ third birthday. Mike and Brandon had picked out their own bedding. They were going through a space phase right now, so their room was filled with glow in the dark stars and the bed set they picked out had stitched rockets, comets, planets and stars. They’d also picked out their own potty seats, and so far things seemed to be working out well for the most part. She leaned over and gave each of her sons a kiss on the forehead and smelled the baby shampoo from their baths Rick and Conor had given them earlier.

  Closing the door, she made her way into her bedroom. Stripping off her dress, she decided a warm bath would soothe her before going to bed. She padded her way next door to the bathroom in her robe. Drawing the bath, she added salts and oil beads. The hot water surrounding her was luxuriant. The moisture washed away the stress of the day. Her muscles went lax, and she closed her eyes.

  Immediately, images of aroused Rick and Conor floated behind her eyelids. Rick’s eyes darkened from their normal bright sapphire blue to navy. With his lighter colouring, slashes of colour popped up on Conor’s cheekbones. She had felt the press of both men’s erections against her body, the pressure of the thick bulges against her stomach melting her core. She still felt their hands on her breasts and their fingers pulling at her nipples.

  Lifting her hands out of the water, she cupped her swollen mounds and milked the turgid peaks. Spikes of pleasure streamed down her body to her clit, and she moaned. Reaching down, she slipped the fingers of one hand between the plump folds of her pussy. Using her first finger, she circled her clit. She rolled the little bundle of nerves a few times before flicking it with her nail. Sliding down, she gathered some moisture from her channel to bring it back up. The water lapping around her body made her feel as if she were suspended in a bubble of pleasure. Her finger continued to circle her clit, while her other hand started to pinch the nipple she been previously playing with. The slight sting quickly morphed from pain to pleasure. She dipped her fingers inside her cunt. Wetness coated her fingers and the soft plush tissues gripped tight around her. It had been a long time since she had anything more than a couple of fingers inside her.

  How would it feel to be stretched around Rick’s or Conor’s thick cocks? The burn as they entered her unused muscles, the long columns of flesh reaching deep inside her? Her fingers pumped but were too small to reach the depths she really needed. Pulling out she concentrated on her clit. It was Rick’s head between her legs. His tongue lashing at the protrusion, sucking it between his lips and occasionally scraping his teeth across it. Her fingers tried to mimic the sensations by circling around and pushing down, flicking her nail on the underside. She felt her orgasm closing in.

  Sticking the first finger of her other hand back inside her pussy, she coated it with moisture then reached below to circle the small rosette of her back opening. She imagined it was Conor stimulating the tight opening and moaned his name. She slipped it inside up to the second knuckle then placed a thumb at the dripping centre of her core. Any second now she was going to come. She pushed both fingers as deep as they would go and pinched them together to rub on the thin membrane separating the two spaces.

  Her body erupted as she cried out their names.

  Chapter Three

  It had been three days since they informed Calleigh of their desires. Rick was anxious to get to the house after work to see how she was processing things. He was sure she would have some questions for them. After shutting down his laptop, he locked up his office to meet Conor in the lobby of their building. When he got there, the man was already pacing.

  “What took ye so long?”

  “Con, it’s only five after. Settle down, okay. I’m sure things are fine. You saw how she responded to us the other night. If she has any misgiving, I’m sure it’ll be about the boys, and I don’t see that as insurmountable.”

  “You’re right. I’m sorry. Let’s just go.” He walked out the lobby doors and turned towards the T station nearby.

  Twenty minutes later, they were at Calleigh’s front door. Rick opened the portal and stuck his head inside. “Hello?”

  He heard Calleigh’s voice from the kitchen, telling them to come back. He and Conor walked through the living room and into the bright, friendly space. Calleigh was lifting freshly baked chocolate chip cookies off a baking sheet. They were his favourites, and he was determined to steal one.

  “Angel, you didn’t have to bake me cookies.” He reached over and tried to snag one but got his hand slapped with the spatula.

  “Hands off, cookie monster.” She looked over her shoulder with a smile.

  He looked over his shoulder to see Conor snickering. “What are you laughing at, you mick?”

  “Ye, pouting like a babby because ye canny have a cookie. Fer bleedin’ sake the boys are better behaved than ye.”

  With a saucy smile, Calleigh picked up an oatmeal raisin, Conor’s favourite, and sauntered over, holding it out to him.r />
  “Are you hungry, Conor?”

  He smiled. “I’ve a mouth on me.” He accepted the treat and moaned at the first bite.

  “Hey! Why does he get one, and I don’t?”

  “Because you get this…”

  Calleigh wrapped her hand around his neck. She lifted up on her toes, and he met her head halfway. Their lips met, and his insides soared.

  She was theirs!

  Cupping his hands underneath her ass, he lifted her and swung around the kitchen in circles. Calleigh’s legs wrapped around his waist, and he held her close to him, not wanting to break their connection. She felt so good. Her small body held in his arms, her soft curves pressed against his chest.

  He opened his eyes to see Conor’s riveted on the sight of them. Their blue-green colour was bright and the telltale slashes of colour across his cheeks gave away his desire. Rick set her down on Conor’s lap at the kitchen table, so he could get his acceptance kiss. Their mouths met, Conor’s hand holding the back of Calleigh’s neck to keep her close. Calleigh’s arms coiled around Conor’s neck, holding him tight. Watching them kiss, Rick’s cock hardened even more. Their heads finally lifted.

  “Does this mean what I hope it does?” Rick asked.

  “Yes, I want to be yours. I know there are some logistical things to work out, and I don’t know exactly how a marriage of three works. My only experience with ménage was when Kevin would invite a third to our bed on occasion, but I’ve never tried to have a full relationship with more than two.”

  Rick swallowed at Calleigh’s confession. He had no idea that she’d experienced ménage before. “You and Kevin used to…”

  She adjusted her position on Conor’s lap, turning so she could lean against his chest and face Rick. “Sometimes. Back when we were in college. For the most part, I know what I’m getting into, and I can honestly say, I can’t think of two men I want more.”

  Rick looked over Calleigh’s head at Conor who seemed just as shocked as he was, but then a huge smile lit up his face and Rick found himself mirroring it. Their woman was full of wonderful surprises. He had to admit a slight disappointment at not being the ones to introduce her to the intensity of a ménage, but on the other hand, having experience meant that she would know whatever explosive feelings occurred were a product of the three of them, not the newness of the situation.