Mary Had a Little Problem (14 page)

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“Oh my God, push the root higher please, sir!” she screamed. She bit down on her bottom lip, and Brock wanted a taste of that kiss. She could see it in his eyes as her mouth enveloped his wet lips. He untied her hands, which she quickly clasped and drew to her lips. Rewarding her Doms for making her need as she’d never desired before was her only goal, her main ambition.

This was heaven, the experience more intense than any other. Her bottom burned for penetration as the ginger root was shoved deeper between her globes. Luke’s delicate fingers strummed across her opening.

Seconds later, Brock released her nipples, doing away with the clamps. Luke removed the vibrator. Now, she wanted to fuck. The burn in her ass was too much. The sensations way too hot.

Oh God, she’d forgotten how well Luke manipulated her body.

“I need you,” she whispered across Brock’s lips.

“Show him, sub,” Luke said in the distance, giving her a final jolt when he shoved the root inside her ass then withdrew the stout fingers, tossing the cold ginger aside.

Mary whipped her tongue around Brock’s size, teasing and taunting him. His dark eyes held hers, and he groaned, “Suck me, sub. Make me hard, wet.”

She dragged her tongue across the slit, looping her tongue up and over the crest, and drew him to the back of her throat where she used her reflexes, swallowing against his size to massage and entice him. “Ah yeah, there, sub. Right there.”

Then, she took him to hand and pumped, tantalizing him with the tip of her tongue as she laved the end of his swollen dick. “Come for me,” she crooned.

And of course, she knew better than to make a suggestion around Luke.

Without warning, Luke grabbed her by the hair of her head, something she’d always loved. Her nipples spiked, and he held her against him. “If anyone comes, we all come together, sub. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she hummed, realizing she’d won and feeling mighty good about her small victory.

Then, without warning, Luke hauled her body over his, leaving her ass exposed to Brock who certainly knew what to do with a woman’s bottom. Luke brushed her hair away from her face then kissed her, stroking her tongue with his.

As they reconnected, Mary remembered. She recalled a love that had been built to last, a man who’d sworn to protect her, a husband who’d promised he’d stay but then he’d gone away, and all that pain and sorrow she’d endured suddenly vanished.

Through the heartache and tragedy, Luke had given her something worth fighting for, something worth cherishing. She was loved by two men now, instead of one. Two soldiers showered her with affections, making certain she felt the love they possessed, the compassion they offered only her.

Brock placed his hands on either side of her hips. He’d rolled a condom over his cock and doused himself in lube. Luke wore a condom, too, though she wasn’t sure why. He’d never worn one with her before.

As he drew her to him, he covered her breasts with adoring kisses, flattening his tongue against a peaked nipple. Her body surrendered to his then, and he thrust inside her as soon as she relaxed in his arms, aware of the other body moving over her, grabbing her by the hips and possessing her.

“Ah, sugar,” Brock said, slapping her ass as he entered her. “You’re so tense, sub, so fucking tight.”

Luke thrust inside her as well, finding a slow and easy pace. He looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her, his forefinger moving inside her mouth right along with his tongue.

Dipping a moistened digit between her legs, he toyed with her as he fucked her, rolling the hard bud until she was at the point of no return. Playing with her clit, he pushed his cock deeper, taking a slow grind, a sweet man’s time. “That’s it, baby. Indulge me. Fuck me. Love me.”

“Good God! I can’t wait!” Brock screamed, impaling her with quicker thrusts, moving in and out of her until he rocked inside her with a broken pace.

“Come, sub. Come for your husbands,” Luke whispered across her lips. “Come for me, Mary. ‘Cause I swear to God, I’ll always come for you.”

Chapter Sixteen

Later that day, a chirpy little bark awoke her from a deep sleep. “What is it?” she asked, stumbling to the door and opening up the screen to find a precious little mutt looking up at her.

“Come back to bed,” Luke called after her.

“Hang on,” she said, reaching down to pick up the toy-sized dog. “Well, how do you do?”

The puppy licked her face, and she laughed aloud. “I’m fine, too,” she said, giving the dog a good rub between the ears. “Look what I found.”

She walked over to the bed and crawled between the two large bodies occupying the space there. Luke rolled over and acknowledged the dog with a gentle pat to the pup’s head. Brock took the pet from her arms, stroking the soft white coat. “You are a pretty thing, aren’t ’cha?”

“She is,” Luke said. “Tell me you let her know that a lot while I was gone.”

Mary slapped his bare bottom as he tossed the pillow away from his neck and rolled to his side, giving the puppy his undivided attention. “He meant the dog,” Mary told him.

“We’re not keeping a mutt,” Luke informed her, his nose twitching in an attempt to ward off a grin.

“Why not?”

“I’m still on a search for Pigeon,” he teased.

“Uh-huh, and I think that’s an excuse,” Mary said. “You never planned on bringing home a dog. Did you?”

“Sure he did,” Brock said. “He’s searched all over the world for Pigeon.”

“See there,” Luke told her. “When I was around, Mary, my sole purpose in life was to make you happy.”

“I’m keeping this dog,” she said firmly. “And since your objective in life is to see me happy, I’m sure you won’t mind.”

Luke sighed. “Mary, we can’t keep him, honey.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“For starters, I only want one pet,” Luke replied. “And if I happen to locate a dog that looks like Pigeon, then I’m fucked.”

She studied him then with a blank expression.

“What?” Luke asked, his gaze working from Brock to Mary. Brock apparently understood what kind of corner he’d backed himself into.

“You’re fucked?” she asked. “What about me?”

“What about you?” Luke said, pinching her hip. About that time, things must’ve hit him squarely in the face, too. He arched a brow. “Well?”

“I never wanted two men either, Luke. As much as you may think that the two of you will offer me a glamorous life, I can assure you, loving a couple of guys won’t be easy.”

“Speaking of a wonderful life,” Brock said, rising from the bed. He trod across the room and retrieved his navy blue best, the jacket he wore to the wedding that never materialized. “I have something for you.”

She handed off the dog and faced Brock, her feet flat on the floor, her hands in her lap. “Mary Worthington, will you still be my wife as much as his?” Brock went down on one knee, using his thumb to flip open the velvet box housing one hell of a diamond ring.

Mary stared at the large stone winking back at her and placed her hand over her mouth. “Wow, that’s some kind of diamond.”

“Yes,” Brock agreed. “Then again, you’re some kind of woman.”

Mary shot Luke a quick glance, and he shrugged. “Don’t look at me. It’s up to you.”

“I know it’s up to me,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “And I say yes to both of you!” Her arms flew around Brock’s neck, and she kissed him hard upon the lips.

“I didn’t propose again,” Luke pointed out. “But I would. I’d marry you all over again just so the world would know you still belong to me.”

“You don’t have to,” Mary told him, placing her palm to his cheek. A beat later, she added, “I never thought you were dead, Luke. Not for a minute.”

“So you’ve said,” Luke muttered, arching a brow. “Which leads me to believe something is very wrong here.”

“Take that up with your superior officers,” she said, laughing. “Thanks to them, I now get to keep the stray mutt that finally found his way home.”

“Uh-huh, and what does that make me?” Brock asked.

Luke snickered. “After the way she loved us both earlier, I’d say you should feel a whole lot like the pigeon.”

“Why’s that?” Brock asked, frowning.

“Oh stop, Luke,” she said, grabbing the ball of white fluff and bringing the small dog against her chest.

“A pigeon is someone easily duped or cheated,” Luke told Brock.

“And you think I’m a pigeon.”

“Yep, absolutely,” Luke replied. “If you hadn’t walked away from Mary at the altar, I would’ve left and the two of you would’ve lived a happy life. Instead, I placed the ball in your court, and I realized what you’d do.

“I knew you would do the right thing because that’s who you are, Brock Taylor. You’re a good man, a man I’d be proud to see marry my wife.”

“But…”

“But I’m still married to her, too. I expect her to wear both our rings from here forward, until death do us part.”

Brock scratched the back of his neck. After thoughtful consideration, he said, “I don’t have a problem with that.”

“Good!” Luke exclaimed. “Now if you don’t mind, put the dog back outside where you found him, Mary. He probably belongs to another family or couple vacationing here in the mountains. He has a home. Let him return to those who love him, those who miss him. Besides, like I said, I’m still trying to find a mutt to replace your Pigeon.”

Mary caressed his cheek. “That’s just not possible, Luke. Some things, especially those worth keeping, are irreplaceable.”

“I’m glad you think so. Now that I’ve found my way home again, I’m never leaving you. I won’t wander off again.”

“Promise?” Mary asked, her gaze shifting between both men.

Brock looked away while Luke gave her his word. “On my life, Mary.”

“Brock?”

He took a deep breath and said, “Mary, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you always feel loved, protected, and secure.”

“Then what more can a woman ask for?”

Luke pulled her against him, his arms surrounding her in a tight embrace. “How about another man who’ll promise you the same?”

“Then I must be the luckiest woman in the world.”

“After everything I put you through, you deserve to be happy.”

“I am,” Mary assured him, reaching between his legs. “But trust me. I can always be happier.”

About the Author

An international bestselling e-book and trade paperback author, Destiny Blaine writes in all genres under several pseudonyms. Destiny lives in East Tennessee with her husband and daughter. Her son is serving in the United States Navy.

For more information, please visit her website at www.destinyblaine.com.

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