STORY EXCERPT

“Shhhhh.” Lars rubbed her back between her shoulder blades and rocked her gently. It was a natural response to her pain and tears and he prayed he was helping her. “This is a normal reaction to stress. You both are fine, and after a good meal and a solid sleep I bet you feel like a thousand bucks in the morning.”

That made her cry even harder and Lars tried to figure out what he’d said wrong. “Would a million bucks be better?”

Tara coughed and laughed slightly although there was no real humour in it. “I’d settle for a hundred.” She wiped her face with the back of her hands and sniffed.

“Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of the two of you.” He reached over to the desk and handed her a box of tissues.

“Why would you do that?”

Lars looked at the tissues and back at her. “Because your face is all wet and you might want to blow your nose?”

She laughed again and this time it sounded a bit more real. “No, why do you all want to take care of us? Everyone has been so incredibly kind.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Ecstasy Lake is a special place. We like to take care of each other.” He pulled a tissue from the box and lifted her chin and wiped the wash of tears from her cheeks. “I don’t like seeing you crying.”

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

How could he explain to her what he feared to admit to himself? Seeing her cry felt like acid dripping on his soul. He wondered what kind of life she’d had up to this point. What would make her so suspicious of a person offering basic human kindness?

“I can’t seem to stop.” She sniffed and her eyes welled up again. This time, she grabbed another tissue and turned her back to him as she blew her nose. Lars reached his hand out to stroke her hair but pulled it back before she noticed. She was trouble, and he was sunk.

He’d put a lot of effort into not allowing his emotions to get the better of him when it came to women. He couldn’t allow himself to love again, and he didn’t want any female to develop feelings for him he would never be able to return. But Tara was different. Something about her drew him in. She awoke things inside of him he hadn’t felt in a century. His first thought was to pat her shoulder and get far away from her, but his feet were rooted to the ground. When he saw the tremors wrack her shoulders again, he moved closer to her and pulled her into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his waist. Her small hands felt like brands pressed at his lower back, her cheek against his chest over his heartbeat. He felt her tears soak through the front of his T-shirt and seep directly into his heart. She smelled like lush tropical flowers first thing in the morning. He could almost imagine that her skin would feel like silk under his fingertips and fought the urge to find out. This was the last thing I expected when I woke up this morning.

She was the perfect height. Her head fit perfectly under his chin as he rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. It felt like every muscle in her body was knotted up and that couldn’t be good for her. She needed to be tucked into a large bed and surrounded by men who loved her. Where did that come from? “Did you know crying is good for you?” He needed to distract himself from the runaway train his thoughts had turned into.

“Really, says who?” She sniffed and wiped her fingers under her eyes but wouldn’t look up at him.

“It’s true.” He pulled another tissue from the box and handed it to her. “They’ve done studies about how tears cleanse toxins out of your body and release positive hormones into your system.”

“Yeah, well, all I have is a headache and I feel like I got hit by a truck.” She straightened and put some distance between them. “I’m sorry for blubbering all over you.”

“It’s all right.” He ran his fingers along the side of her face and tucked some wayward hair behind her ear. She reminded him of a pixie with her short, tousled hair and big eyes. She blinked up at him and he forgot what made him want to keep some distance between them. His heart pounded against his ribs and that possessive sense washed over him again. He wanted to keep her safe for the rest of their lives.

He closed the space between them, thankful she didn’t retreat. Could she be caught in the same spell? This had to be some sort of magic. A small tear escaped the corner of her eye and slipped over her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb, but left his hand cupping her cheek. Her lashes drifted down and she turned her face into his touch.

A kiss. One kiss was all he wanted and then he would walk away from her, far away from her. She was a single mother and he had no right to even think of inserting himself into her life. He couldn’t survive the heartbreak again when she grew older and he didn’t. To watch a child grow and be denied the right to claim him as his own. He couldn’t do that again.

One kiss. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the corner of her eye, and then the other, kissing away her tears. He brushed the corner of her mouth next, teasing them both, enjoying the hunger building up in his body. With one hand cupping her face, he pressed against her lower back with his other one, feeling the fine tremble along her skin. His cock thickened and bucked behind his leather pants. A taste. One taste and then he would let her go.

ADULT EXCERPT

She wrapped one hand back around Cris’s neck and with the other she gripped Lars’s hair as he worshiped her breasts and stroked her pussy under the water. She arched her hips and widened her stance, silently begging one of them to fill her. When Lars snaked a finger back and impaled her, she would’ve come except he held his finger motionless inside her. “No.” She arched her hips and tried to force him to move. “Fuck me.”

Cris rubbed his hard cock against her back. “How would you like me to shove my cock up your pussy and Lars will push his deep into your ass? Would you like that, Tara?”

“Yes, now. Do it now.” Her body arched, reaching for the pinnacle the two of them were holding her back from.

“We have to get you ready for that,” he whispered against her ear. Lars added a second finger to her pussy and stroked her twice before stilling his fingers again. She panted and moaned, getting desperate for relief. She felt something press against her anus and then slip past the opening.

She gasped and clenched against the intrusion. Cris made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl against her temple. “Fuck, she’s going to be tight.”

Lars groaned at her breast and sucked harder on her nipple, sending another shock wave of pleasure washing over her. A finger swirled around her clit, distracting her from the one trying to penetrate her ass. A dark pleasure rocked through her when Cris pulled out his finger and then pushed in again, this time gaining more depth. Images of her being suspended between the two of them as their cocks replaced their fingers invaded her thoughts. It was strange but felt so incredibly good at the same time. She hooked her leg around one of Lars’s in an attempt to gain some purchase and take control of the rhythm, but neither man let her get away with it.

Lars nipped at her breast and she tightened her grip on his hair. That only spurred him on and he flexed his fingers deep in her pussy and stroked upward. Her breath caught with the intensity of it. He finger fucked her pussy as Cris did the same for her ass and all she could do was hold on to both of them and try to stay upright. Even that failed when Cris pushed a second finger into her anus and Lars pinched her clit as he pushed a third finger inside of her.

Tara felt like her body exploded into a thousand sparking shards, and her screams echoed off the walls around them.

Tara felt herself being moved through the water but felt too boneless to care or even try to help. A strong arm snaked under her legs and around her back, and then she was pulled against a hard chest. She rested her cheek against the muscle and listened to the rapid beat of the heart underneath which made her smile. Lars.

“Min blomst.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest and she could feel his cock hard and pulsing against her thigh. “Are you all right?”

“I feel like I’m floating.”

“Good.”

There was a splash to the right of them. She turned and Cris waded forward holding a bottle of Gatorade. “I want you to drink some.” He passed it to her. She took a long swallow which helped refresh her slightly. There was something so unique and special about the time spent with Lars and Cris that she honestly couldn’t recall ever feeling that mellow. She took another sip before passing it back to Cris.

Cris placed it on the ledge to the side of them and then ran his hand along her hip. His hand felt cool after holding on to the bottle and she suspected that was the point when her nipples tightened up again.

She wrapped her fingers around Lars’s generous cock as she grasped Cris’s thickness with her other hand. Both men groaned as she stroked them, making her feel brazen and empowered. It surprised her how much her own arousal grew watching each man accept her ministrations.

Cris’s gaze caught hers and even she could read the hunger in his eyes. Her body reacted and her pussy clenched with the silent request. The moment she nodded he hopped up onto the ledge. There must’ve been a step up under the water because she didn’t think anyone could humanly move that fast and high. Not worried about it, she watched as Cris grabbed a towel and dried off his cock and then rolled a condom over it. Lars twirled his fingers over her pussy and breasts and she continued to stroke his cock.

When Cris got back in the water and sat down on the ledge next to her, Lars passed her over. He moved a few feet away, one hand resting back against the ledge. The other was under the water stroking his own cock if the flexing of his muscle was any indication.

“Lars is going to watch me fuck you this time, Tara.” His aggressive words sent a thrill of excitement rushing through her, flooding her pussy with moisture. He grasped her hips and pulled her onto his lap again, pushing deep inside of her with a single stroke. He felt huge from this angle and Lars never took his eyes off of her. His arm continued to move as he jerked his cock.

“Ride him,” Lars ordered.