STORY EXCERPT

April caught sight of Jeremy’s expression as she looked at Marc. He seemed interested, as in the three of them. Jeremy may be in serious need of that clue I mentioned. In the next instant, she understood what Marc had just said.

She knew he had been telling Jeremy that they were cool, the two of them together here in Lusty, and that no one was going to give them a hard time because of their sexual preferences. Both men were bi-sexual and were also currently lovers. Just imagining the two of them together turned April on, fiercely.

Marc knows the only way Jeremy is going to get it is if he’s shown. She knew that was why they were only now moving into their own place. They’d spent the last few weeks with Adam, James, and Pamela Jessop—Marc’s parents. April thought that Marc had wanted to share his parents, especially his fathers, with his lover. She’d also witnessed Pamela Jessop treating Jeremy just like another son.

Jeremy, apparently, needed more. And since April had plenty of clues, she had a pretty good idea what would be waiting for them at Lusty Appetites tonight at, oh, say, sevenish.

“Supper at Kelsey’s restaurant sounds good,” she said. “Hey, do you think there might be a coffee pot in that warehouse? A Keurig?”

“I’ve been assured there is.” Marc looked at Jeremy who was shaking his head. “You have to have faith, love,” Marc said to him.

“I believe in you….and in Nancy, here. And my sister, most of the time. That’s lots of faith.”

“Aw, Jeremy. I’m touched.” April grinned at him.

“Just slightly, but I like you anyway.”

April laughed. Jeremy Bishop didn’t share his keen sense of humor with them all that often—which was why he generally fell into the role of straight man. But she’d had plenty of evidence that he possessed one. She hoped to see more of it in the future.

“All right, then. I’ll grab a few coffee pods, and we can be on our way.” She also took a moment to put some sugar and powdered coffee whitener into little baggies and brought those along, too.

April had never acquired a taste for black coffee.

“And if there isn’t everything under the sun at this magical warehouse that we can use, then we’ll head into Waco and buy everything new.” Jeremy nodded. “We can both afford to furnish our own house.”

You’d think that Jeremy was from Missouri instead of Indiana. Since Marc was just smiling, she decided not to be offended, either. She understood and guessed that Marc did, too, that it wasn’t a case of Jeremy not believing his lover. She would be very surprised if Marc had ever given him cause to doubt his word.

What Jeremy had a hard time trusting was anyone, or anything else. Except her, apparently. April could certainly understand Jeremy’s reticence in this case. Marc hadn’t, by his own admission, been to Lusty in more than a decade.

Ten years is a long time, and things can change.

April locked the door behind her and headed for the parking lot and her BMW Cabriolet. Marc’s Tesla Roadster and Jeremy’s Harley Davidson motorcycle were both likely still parked in Marc’s parents’ garage at the moment.

The men walked anywhere they wanted to go around town generally. When it was the three of them going out together she either met them there or they went in her four-seater convertible.

None of us has a family-friendly vehicle.

April shoved that inappropriate thought right into the dustiest corner in the attic of her mind. She covered the damn thing with an old rug, just to make certain it was out of sight. She was not going to think about Marc and Jeremy and family friendly anything.

Marc got right into the back seat, leaving the shotgun position for Jeremy. The day was sunny and hot, but April lowered the top and donned her ball cap and sunglasses rather than keep that top in place and crank up the A/C.

Marc tended to be a little claustrophobic when the top was locked down in place and he wasn’t driving. She’d been about to offer him the keys, but was happy to drive. She adjusted her mirror and gave her guys a quick look. No doubt about it, her car was small.

She hoped in time Marc would be able to tell her why he tensed under certain circumstances. She turned toward Jeremy and offered him a grin. They were off on an adventure together, the three of them, even if it was just to have a gander at a warehouse chock-full of “stuff.”

I’m one up on the two of them because I have heard of this place. She recalled how Jenny related the story of Parker and Dale moving with her into their never-before-seen house on an otherwise peaceful Saturday afternoon. Three hours start to finish and the parade of family helping had been, in Jenny’s words, endless.

“Which way, Mr. Jessop?” She met his gaze in the rearview mirror. She’d heard about the place but had no idea where it was.

“Do you know where the airfield is and how to get there?”

“I do.” She passed it every time she headed to Angel’s Roadhouse.

“Take a left instead of a right at the stop sign, and you’ll see it in under two minutes, or so I’ve been told.”

It didn’t take long to get to where they were going. There was no signage, no indication that they were in the right place—except of course for the number of pickup trucks in the parking lot and the number of Jessop, Benedict, and Kendall cousins hanging around, coffee cups in hand, watching them approach.

“I wonder what’s happening?” Jeremy asked.

April pulled her car into a parking space that didn’t have two big pickup trucks abutting it.

Marc snorted. “Really? You’re asking me that?”

ADULT EXCERPT

She heard the sound of metal hinges working and guessed Jeremy had opened the tailgate.

The night was as quiet as you’d expect, closing in on midnight. The moon shone down, unhidden by clouds, a full moon heading toward third quarter. Marc led her toward the back of the truck.

April tried to see into the truck box, thinking she knew what was going to happen next. She was wrong.

Marc positioned them so that he was standing behind her and they were facing Jeremy. As she watched, Jeremy opened his pants and freed his cock—his very erect and juicy-looking cock. “Doesn’t his cock look yummy, April?”

Her heart raced, her nipples tightened, and her pussy got even wetter. “Mmm, yes, it does.”

Marc kissed the side of her neck, and she shivered. “This is what’s known as a scene, starting right now.”

“Do I get a safe word?”

“You don’t need one. This time.” She heard the amusement in his voice. “In fact, the only words you need are ‘yes, Marc.’”

“Yes, Marc.”

“Put your left hand on the tailgate for balance, move your feet shoulder width apart, bend over, and suck our lover’s cock into that sexy-as-hell mouth of yours. Feel free to use your right hand to give our Jeremy an enhanced experience by playing with his balls.”

His words alone had her on the edge. “Yes, Marc.”

April felt Marc’s hands slide down her body as she moved her feet apart and bent from the waist. His hand caressed her skirt-covered ass as she grasped Jeremy’s cock in her right hand. In what light there was she saw a small glistening jewel in the center of his cockhead. She wished she could take some time to examine this hot, hard part of Jeremy Bishop. She promised herself that treat later. Right now, she’d been given very precise instructions by her other lover, and while she’d relish being a brat, that time wasn’t now. With her mouth watering, she used her tongue to steal that tiny gem. He tasted salty and sexy, and she wanted more.

April sucked Jeremy’s cock inside her mouth.

Jeremy groaned, a lusty sound of pleasure. He thrust his hips slightly and combed his fingers through her hair, holding her head steady.

Marc tossed her skirt up, baring her ass, and ran his fingers through her sopping folds. His fingers left her, and she heard the sound of his sucking them, and then his latex-covered cock nestled, nudged, and then pushed into her cunt to the max.

She had a second to wonder when he’d put the condom on, and then every coherent thought shattered. There was only this—raw sex, giving, taking, and striving. April sucked, and she bounced her hips until Marc held her still.

Jeremy’s cock felt good in her mouth. Her tongue stroked his shaft, and she worked her throat, swallowing his precum as he gave it to her. She moved her hand from his shaft to his balls. Cupping then squeezing them gently, she used her fingers to caress, to tease, to encourage Jeremy to come.

Both men’s hands held her captive, and both men’s cocks began to plunder her in earnest. She used every bit of will she possessed to surrender, to relax her muscles so they could use her how they would. Her mouth formed a solid but yielding “O” around Jeremy’s cock while her hips submitted to the mastery of Marc’s.

Her arousal morphed into a feral beast with its own will, its own life, and its own need to climb and claw higher and higher still. Her clit shivered, and her G-spot quivered as everything inside her gathered, rose, and stretched.

Jeremy’s shout accompanied the first shot of cum into her throat, and April swallowed and drank—and exploded into orgasm as Marc pinched her clit, as he began to spew hot jism into the condom that was buried deep inside her.

April came and came, the pleasure so fierce it stole the strength from her knees, setting off fireworks behind her closed eyelids and changing her—changing her forever.