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  Sparks burst in the pit of her stomach. She groaned and rocked her hips against his touch.

  Cliff released her other breast and clamped onto her hip, holding her in place. Bax gripped her other hip and held her down. He took harder pulls on her nipple.

  Cliff moved his attention to her free breast and traced the curve with his tongue.

  She placed her hands on their heads and sifted her fingers through their tresses. This was her wildest dream come true.

  Bax released her nipple. “Why so quiet, honey? I would expect some moans, maybe dirty talk, telling us we’re doing it wrong or right.”

  Heat flooded her face. “Sorry, I got lost in the moment. Why did you stop? Keep sucking my tits!” She let out a laugh. “God, that sounds ridiculous.”

  Cliff kissed his way down her body once more and pushed her pants down to her knees. “Maybe she needs a little encouragement?”

  He pushed her pants farther down and moved toward the end of the bed, where he yanked them off and dropped them to the floor. Cliff spread her legs wide and climbed between them. He placed kisses over her mound and along her slit, first one side and then the next. With careful laps, he teased her folds, tapping her clit through the cotton fabric of her panties.

  She squirmed and tried to buck Bax’s hold on her hip, but he refused to let go.

  Bax released her nipple once again and nibbled his way across her chest. “Now, now, honey, hold still.”

  Cliff hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and dragged them down while he kissed a path down her thigh, around her knee, along her shin and over her right foot. He tossed the underwear away. He took hold of her foot and kissed over the sole. Cliff flicked the bottoms of each toe with quick licks before sucking in her big toe.

  She giggled and squirmed. Energy jittered up her leg. She gasped when he nipped along the instep and planted kisses over her ankle.

  Bax released her hip and slipped his hand over her stomach and then lower. He spread her labial folds and worked her clit with slow, circular motions.

  “So good, more, please,” she moaned.

  “More of what?” Bax asked. He climbed over her body to the side Cliff had left and took her nipple into his mouth with a hard tug. He reached over and massaged her breast while he tapped and laved her hardened peak.

  “Everything,” she breathed out. “It feels so good.”

  Cliff reached up. His index played over her sex and around her entrance. Her pussy clenched. Moisture dripped onto her inner thighs. She lifted her chest to Bax and moved against Cliff’s touch. Cliff slipped first one digit into her tight channel, followed by a second and a third. With slow movements, he finger fucked her. Bax pinched and flicked her nipple with his thumb.

  She moaned and gasped. Reggie squeezed her vaginal muscles around Cliff’s invasion.

  “Cliff. Bax,” she moaned.

  Cliff moved up her body to settle between her legs. He used his free hand and parted her folds, exposing her clit to cool air and body heat. Cliff blew on the bundle of nerves. More shocks burst in the pit of her stomach. Her nerve endings lit up. A fever swept over her. Sweat slipped down her face.

  Bax bit down on her nipple. She cried out and arched her back as a bolt of electricity shot straight to her pussy.

  Cliff sucked on her clit harder and fucked her faster even as Bax tugged on her distended tip.

  She panted and gasped, no longer able to keep track of what anyone was doing anymore. It became a jumble of sensations one on top of the other. An orgasm tightened inside of her. The urge to cum dangled out of reach.

  “So close,” she whimpered.

  Everything stopped.

  Her nerve endings continued to fire and her pussy fluttered. Her clit and nipples throbbed. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Seconds ticked by into forever. She couldn’t understand why they had stopped. Her heart hammered against her rib cage.

  The bed shook, and the men resettled next to her. Their body heat washed over her.

  “Why?” she asked, unable to understand what was happening.

  “Because I want to see that gorgeous head bobbing over Cliff’s cock, and I want a taste of your sweet pussy.” Bax reached over and let his fingers play over her landing strip.

  Understanding dawned on her—Bax’s fantasy.

  She grinned, happy to indulge both Bax and herself.

  “Where do you want me?” She glanced from one man to the other.

  Cliff settled against the pillows at the head of the bed.

  “Turn around get on your hands and knees,” Bax directed.

  Anticipation swept through her as she followed his instructions and waited.

  Bax lay down and scooted until his face was between her legs. “Settle down on my face, don’t worry, I’ll position you so I can breathe.”

  A nervous flutter started in her stomach. Bax reached up and guided her down until his breath ghosted over the sensitized folds of her pussy.

  Cliff took her face in both hands and lowered his head to hers and kissed her, slow and sweet with a glide of lips and tongue. She relaxed into being able to focus on one thing at a time and gave in to his kiss.

  Bax pressed biting kisses up and down her inner thighs, scattering her attention. He kissed and licked over her pussy and traced a journey from her clit to her entrance and back again.

  While Cliff had been sweet, Bax did settle on one part of her sex to give her a chance to get used to the rhythm.

  She groaned against Cliff’s lips as he kissed her deeply. She finally broke off the kiss so she could show his neck and chest the same attention until she got to his left nipple. She licked and flicked the hardened nub.

  Bax continued to eat her out, driving her arousal higher and higher. He ran his hands up and down her thighs and over her hips. He paused every few seconds to squeeze or massage her muscles. Bax pulled back his hand and gave one ass cheek a slap and then the other and went back to rubbing her thighs and hips.

  The warmth from Bax’s touch spread through her body, increasing the fire inside her and ramping up her desire.

  Cliff tapped the top of her head. “Hey, I’m here too, you know,” he teased.

  Fire spread through her face, cascaded down her neck and through her chest. “Sorry,” she muttered and returned to exploring his torso.

  “It’s OK, takes a lot of effort to get used to this. Just focus and feel, and tell us when you get overwhelmed, OK?” Cliff asked.

  She nodded and kissed across to his nipple. Reggie lapped at the nub with slow deliberation. She ran her fingernails up and down his sides and over the tops of his thighs. She focused on the heat of his skin, the crinkly hair on his chest and legs. The well-trimmed thatch tickled her lips. She giggled.

  “Think my body is funny, honey?” He reached down and massaged her shoulders and neck.

  “No,” she moaned. “The hair is tickling me. You’re not smooth like Bax, but I like it.”

  She refocused on her task and kissed and licked his nipple, savoring his nearness and this moment when she was finally living out her fantasies.

  “You are so beautiful,” she whispered and planted kisses over the center of his chest.

  She traced the indentation with her tongue and traced the outline of his belly button. Reggie moved down his body and kissed her way over his pubic hair and around the base of his cock. She took hold of the shaft and licked her way up the underside. Reggie flicked the V with quick movements.

  “So soft. I never thought…” She let her words trail off and refocused on making a sensory note of every vein, dip, curve and width of his dick.

  Bax sucked and licked her clit while his fingers fucked her pussy with quick, shallow movements. She groaned. Reggie wanted to give Cliff the same attention that Bax was giving her, but it was hard to concentrate with the waves of pleasure washing through her body.

  Reggie wrapped her mouth around Cliff’s cockhead and flicked the opening at the top of his dick. Bax shifted his pac
e and fucked her faster, harder, and worked the bundle of her nerves with increased intensity.

  In the distance, she heard the rasp of the zipper and fabric.

  She didn’t stop and glance back to see what Bax could be doing. She focused on Cliff and the pleasure she could give him.

  With a deep breath she moved her head down his length, taking more of him into her mouth.

  She bobbed her head, moving slow, laving the underside of his penis, tracing the distended vein. With her free hand, she reached up and massaged his testicles. She increased the pressure around his shaft and sucked him in, withdrew and repeated the action, pausing to give the wide helmet a bit more attention.

  Bax withdrew his fingers from her soaked channel and refocused, working on her clit with his fingers while he tongue fucked her in shallow thrusts. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around the invasion but couldn’t quite hold onto him and make him stay or pull him deeper inside of her.

  Frustration welled up within her. She increased her pace, sucking him faster and faster and working his balls over with a firmer grip, but not enough to hurt him. She racked her nails over one of his nipples, scratching and rubbing the nub. Cliff sank his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. He gave her short thrusts, fucking her mouth.

  She relaxed her throat and took more of him into her mouth and swallowed him down.

  He groaned. “Fuuuuccckk.”

  She hummed around his length.

  “Shit!” Cliff moaned.

  Bax, on the other hand, continued his teasing her pussy and clit.

  A tiny orgasm grew only to fizzle out.

  With a growl, she released Cliff’s dick. “If you’re going to eat me out. Eat me the fuck out or let me finish myself off,” she grumbled. “I’ll let Cliff get off before you.”

  Cliff chuckled. “Got to do better Bax. I mean, I almost got her off…”

  Bax licked up her slit and sucked in her clit. He sunk three fingers into her pussy and fucked her faster and harder.

  She let out a yelp. “Message received.”

  She returned to pleasuring Cliff with gusto, sucking him off, stopping to hum when she got as much of his length into her mouth as she could.

  Reggie stopped teasing his nipple and wrapped her hand around his base and gave him a few short pumps with a twist. She licked up the droplets of his seed.

  Cliff groaned and thrust into her hold. She released his balls and sucked one into her mouth while she jerked him off in quick pumps.

  Bax worked her clit with his tongue, nipping at the sensitive tip with a scrap of his teeth before licking the sharp sting away.

  She moaned around Cliff’s balls.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Cliff warned.

  She worked his shaft faster. Reggie switched to the other testicle. She paused to smear his precum with her thumb.

  Bax pressed her clit down with his tongue and held it for a few seconds. He released it and continued to finger fuck her harder.

  The orgasm hit her hard. Everything inside of her froze. She trembled. The aftershocks hit her one after the other. Multiple smaller orgasms followed. White noise filled her ears, and her brain went blank. She let go of Cliff’s ball and let out a groan.

  Cliff’s cock jerked in her hand. Hot semen spilled over her hands and hit her on her cheek and temple.

  Bax let out a howl.

  Some of her awareness returned. Reggie’s legs shook. She climbed off of Bax and lay down, allowing the afterglow to set in.

  Bax and Cliff settled down beside her, panting hard.

  “We’ll let you rest before we start round two,” Bax promised.

  “Bring it on boys,” she managed to get out in short gasps before she fell asleep.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Bax brushed away her damp bangs that had fallen across Reggie’s brow. He grinned and watched Cliff tuck her in. “She’s so beautiful. I can’t believe we convinced her to be with us, be ours.”

  “She’s not ours yet, stud.” Cliff reached across Reggie’s body and grabbed Bax’s hand. “Come on, let’s get something to eat and let her sleep.” He glanced at the clock. “It’s late and I need to talk to you.”

  Bax opened his mouth to ask what he wanted to talk about but shut it again. Now was not the time to ask. He followed Cliff off the bed and down the hall to the kitchen. He got out pans, plates, a spatula, a cutting board, some ham, a block of cheddar cheese, butter and milk. “Omelet?”

  Cliff settled on a stool. “Yeah.” His stomach grumbled. “I should tell you that while I was out chopping wood Antonio called me.”

  What was Reggie’s stepfather doing calling Cliff, and how did the guy even get his number?

  Cliff seemed to anticipate the question. “I gave him our cell numbers in case of emergency. Anyway, he wants to talk to us about Reggie and having her for Christmas dinner. I didn’t want to say anything until I talked it over with you. Antonio is such a sore subject for Reggie that I didn’t want bring it up in front of her.”

  Bax mixed some milk and eggs together and put it aside. He chopped up some ham and dumped it into the bowl and grabbed the grater. “So what do we do?” He placed the pan on the stove and turned on the heat.

  “We hear him out first. I refuse to ruin this holiday or her birthday for this. Shit! Her birthday!” Cliff stood up. “I have to get her cake from Biddie’s.”

  Bax turned away from the mixing bowl. “Right now? It’s almost midnight! She won’t be open now!”

  Cliff shook his head and gave him a mysterious grin. “She knows to expect me. I made sure to tell her that I’d be picking it up after closing. I didn’t want to risk Reggie seeing it and freaking out and eating it without us. I’ll put it in the deep freezer.”

  Bax shook his head. “No. Eat first. Biddie will wait. She’ll want to talk to you about her grandson, show you clips of his college games and ask for your feedback. It will take awhile. Might as well eat first.” Bax cut up a thick slab of butter and dropped it into the pan and swirled it around until the dish was well coated.

  “Fine. I didn’t want to go just yet. I may take a quick shower first.” Cliff moved around the island, planted a kiss on Bax’s cheek and headed back to the bedroom.

  Bax groaned. “Whatever. Just don’t take too long. This won’t stay hot forever.” He returned to the bowl and poured the mixture into the pan.

  “Crap, maybe I should get dressed, too. Biddie will try to give him free samples of everything she’s experimenting with.” Bax shut off the stove and headed for the bedroom. He entered the bathroom and peeled off his jeans. Bax used wet wipes to clean himself up, rather than slip into the shower with Cliff. They both needed to concentrate and he was too hungry to try any quick hanky-panky with Cliff. He settled for sweat pants and nothing else, he’d only have to undress when it was time to sleep.

  Bax returned to the kitchen and got back to cooking. He took the moment of calm and quiet to think over what had happened between the three of them. It had been a dream for years and now it had come to pass. A sense of dread filled the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t help but worry that she would wake up, feel ashamed and disgusted and not want to take things any further, maybe even try to put distance between them. He couldn’t let her do that. They had been through too much, and they meant the world to each other.

  The doorbell rang. Bax checked the wall clock. Two minutes after midnight. Who the hell could be calling now? He turned off the heat and headed for the door. Whoever it was would have to deal with a shirtless, sweaty man. Bax checked the security monitor.

  Antonio Cardoza stood on the porch looking relaxed. As if showing up at the house of his step-daughter’s best friends, now lovers, after midnight was normal. The nerve. Wanting to spare Cliff and Reggie a meeting, he opened the door and stepped back. “Come on in.” He turned and headed back to the kitchen. Bax turned the stove back on and focused on making sure the omelet didn’t burn.

  “What do you want? It’s after midnight, a
nd I’m hungry.” Bax didn’t turn around to check if Antonio had taken a seat or remained standing.

  “I’m sorry to call so late, but my wife told me what had happened, and I wanted to come by and apologize for her behavior. I’ve already spoken to Dana and Tim.” The scrape of the chair against the floor told Bax that Antonio had opted to sit, which would mean he was staying a lot longer that Bax would want.

  “I have nothing against either of you,” Antonio continued. “I called Cliff to discuss the possibility of Regina coming by for Christmas dinner and a small birthday party with family on the twenty-sixth. I really would like her to come. My children will be joining us for the first time in five years. We’ll all be together.”

  Bax didn’t buy that this was all for the family’s sake. They could’ve done something like that years ago after he and Bettina had gotten married. “Why do you want Reggie there? It can’t just be for the holiday’s sake. You’ve had chances to include her before.”

  Antonio sighed. “Because I’m tired of the push and pull between them. I believe that Regina may have gotten the wrong idea about my relationship with her mother when her father became sick. I want to clear the air. I hated to lose her friendship. She was such good friends with Carla.”

  Bax thought back to their youth. He remembered a lovely girl with thick, dark, wavy hair, hazel eyes, and braces who loved to laugh and loved butterflies. “I remember her.”

  “She’s going to be there along with her brother, David, and her younger sister, Rita. I want them to meet, become friends. Bettina and I both want this. We want to be one big family. I know that’s difficult, but Bettina and I are getting any older. I’ve come to realize that despite all my success and money and my marriage, the one thing I really, truly value and need in my life is my family. Do you understand that?”

  Bax cut up the omelet and plated two pieces, one for him and one for Cliff. He turned around and placed them on the counter. Antonio gazed up at him, hope in his worn brown eyes.

  For the first time in years, Bax studied him. There were wrinkles around his eyes and more bracketed his mouth. His hair had turned more to silver and white than brown. He seemed more worn down, tired.