Sing for Your Supper (11 page)

Between them, they opened me up, stretching and playing until I was a puddle, unable to muster enough words in a string to ask them to get on with it. In the back of my head, I wondered if I was ever going to have a coherent thought again, but in that moment, I just wanted a cock up my ass.

I was lifting my hips, trying to convey my needs when I couldn’t make my throat form the sounds, when Jim finally took up a position between my thighs and lifted my feet up to his shoulders.

He was gentle, but firm, taking me in one long, steady push, his big hands rubbing over my chest, easing the passage with his calm. Still, I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Matt…”

He crawled up, lifted my shoulders and slipped behind me. Once again, I was between them, Jim inside, and Matt wrapped around, his lips roaming over every inch of skin he could reach. It was too much to keep track of. The first time, I wanted to pay attention, remember it all, but I drifted, rocked by Jim’s greater weight, soothed by Matt’s hands, lulled by his kisses, and all the sensation rolled me right past wanting release to some other place.

I felt, I heard, know I made noise. I heard that, too, but my mind wandered slightly apart from my body, just outside sensation. It was unlike anything I’d ever known, too hard to concentrate, and I gave up, just riding the wave of hazy delight.

At one point, I drifted back to myself, sweaty and aching, while they changed positions. I felt the hair of Jim’s chest at my back, his big, wonderful hands, with their calluses running over my body, and Matt’s glorious, long cock filling and pumping. His face swam in the haze for a while, the only thing in focus, but soon, that slid away again.

They carried me beyond sex to something else. Something impossible.

I don’t even know if I ever came. It didn’t matter. I eased back into my skin snuggled in Jim’s arms with Matt’s hands carefully whipping me down.

“Hey.” He smiled gently, his gold eyes soft. “Welcome back.”

“Sorry.” I struggled to sit up. Jim helped, easing me up, but not really letting me go.

“Don’t be sorry.” Matt’s smile grew, and he set his cloth aside. “You were spectacular.”

“I don’t know…” But the words sank into me like his touch and his kisses, and I grinned.

It had felt like I was somewhere else, but I could remember every touch, everything. I just seemed to have floated through it all in a cloud of bliss.

“I’ll be a useless puddle if you do that often.”

Jim, still silent, pulled me a little closer.

“Jimbo, he’s okay.” Matt reached past me to touch Jim’s face.

“Just a little spacey,” I assured Jim, kissing his forearm where it crossed in front of me. I twisted around in his arms to face him, and looked him in the eye. “It was good. Better than good. I’ve never been…there before.”

He nodded, lips pursed, eyes dark.

“What?” I was turned completely around, now, up on my knees in front of him. “What, Jim?”

His brows drew down, and finally, he opened his mouth. “You couldn’t have stopped us if you wanted to.”

“Did it seem like I wanted to?”

He shook his head.

“Jim.” I struggled for a way to explain what I only had a glimmering of understand of myself. “I made my choice. I gave myself to you and Matt.” I shrugged. It sounded a little stupid, but I soldiered on, anyway. “That was me saying yes. There was no question after that. I trust you. I didn’t think you would do anything I would have had to say no to, and I was right.”

“You barely know us…”

“You saved my life. Matt risked his to protect me. It’s more than anyone I’m even related to has ever done. I trust you.” Leaning close, pressing my lips to his, I plied him until he responded, opening up and letting me really kiss him.

When he pulled away, he still studied me closely. “You think I’m trustworthy?”

“Yeah. I think you’re worthy of a lot more.”

Our morning together only confirmed what I’d imagined at the start of it—that I needed them, and they needed me, and some day, we would all manage to voice that. For now, I just kissed him again, pushed until he was lounging back on the bed, hands roaming over my back as I kissed him into oblivion. All I wanted, as I settled down beside him, was to fall asleep with his arms around me, wake up the same, smell Matt’s cooking, feel the golden man’s presence, even though I knew he wouldn’t always be there with us. Today, he was, and if I had any say, we would all be spending a lot more time getting to know one another. A day off was hard to manage for a rancher, but I’d make it happen, one way or another.

Even as I thought that, Jim stirred. “We have work to do there, cowboy.”

I guided his hand to my belly, gently rocked against him, stretching my body out the length of his. “We do. You can start there.” I patted his hand, and finally, he loosened, chuckled, and I felt the tension run out of him.

“You do know Jeb will come looking for us.”

“Rob can look after the animals. One day off.” I looked down at Matt, sitting on the bed near my knees, watching us. “One day. You’ll stay.”

“Bossy much?”

“Yes.”

“You do know you’re the sub,” he said, laying himself in all his lanky glory out on my other side. “You don’t get to give orders.”

“Watch me.” I reached over and kissed him, resisting his efforts to melt me, and turning my own charms on him instead.

“Okay.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Today. I’m not moving in or anything.”

“I know. But you can tend those vegetable plots. I assume you planted them?”

He frowned at me. “Jim’s dad will eat me alive.”

“Suck it up, buttercup. From what I can tell, he’s just pissed you left Jim rattling around here on his own. You’ll just have to make it up to him.”

“You better not think you’re getting away with this little tirade.”

I kissed him, a short little peck, and grinned. “I hope not.”

“Brat.” He pinned me down with a kiss, and I revelled in it, in the feel of Jim’s gaze soaking it all in, silent, approving, and I let myself melt a little bit into the wonder that was fate.

It was good to know he would always be part of us, a phone call away, a few miles down the road, no longer denying himself the love he’d been feeling for who knew how long.

“This is good,” I muttered, snuggling into Jim’s embrace.

“What?”

“Us. You. Matt. Everything.”

It certainly wasn’t where I’d expected to end up. I reached down touched the tender scar on my hip and felt, not the fear or revulsion I’d thought I would always feel, but a strange kind of contentment. It hadn’t been fun or easy getting here, but I finally, for the first time in my life, felt like I had found home.