Page 257 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

MEL

T hey want me.

The real me. Not the mysterious stranger who dressed in red and wore a mask. They want the real Amelia Ortega.

They want to date me. Both of them. They think we can make it work.

Somebody pinch me; I think I’m dreaming.

The three of us tumble into bed. I can’t stop smiling. I’m sandwiched between my two bosses, and all three of us are naked. West presses against my back with his arm draped over my waist. I’m facing Rob, my face buried in his neck.

We’re so connected that it's hard to differentiate where my body ends and theirs begin.

It should feel at least a little weird, but it doesn’t. Everything feels wonderfully comfortable. And right.

My fingers gently trace the contours of Rob’s muscled chest, and then I move my hand lower and grip his penis.

It grows harder in response.

West’s cock is stiffening against my butt. It’s impossible not to be flattered by their reaction. “Already?” I grin widely, shaking my head in admiration. “That’s impressive.”

“Have I mentioned I’ve wanted you for over a year?” West quips.

I grind my ass against West’s hardening cock; my fingers circle Rob’s shaft. West cups my breast and nuzzles his face into my hair. I kiss Rob’s neck. This is naughty and wicked and so hot. “I want both of you,” I breathe.

Rob kisses me, sucking my bottom lip gently between his teeth. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, my lips parting, my tongue sliding into his mouth.

West rolls my nipples between his fingers. “That’s going to involve anal sex,” he warns. “Any thoughts?”

“Are you looking for a five-hundred-word essay?”

He pinches my nipple, and a current of electricity surges through my body. “So much sass,” he says. “Is that a yes?”

“With lube, right?”

“Of course.” He sounds offended. “I don’t get off on hurting you.”

Rob pulls free and rolls to his feet. His cock juts out, thick and erect, a drop of precum glistening on the tip. “Condom,” he says tersely. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”

Rob retrieves condoms and lube from the magic wardrobe. He rolls one over his erect cock and tosses the other to West. He moves up the bed beside me, fisting himself and giving me a lazy smile. I watch him stroke himself, transfixed.

“Fuck him,” West orders.

Obeying this order won’t be a problem. I straddle Rob, and my pussy slides onto his cock. With each rocking motion, my clit grazes his erection.

“I don’t think so,” Rob grits out. His fingers grip my hips, and he surges up. I grind down, sinking onto his hard cock.

Oh fuck.

His full length is inside me. It fills me, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Rob sighs, his eyes clenched shut and arousal written all over his face. “Fuck, yes,” he groans.

West shifts closer. I lean forward and kiss him, his tongue sliding into my mouth and his hand gripping my hair.

One man is fucking me; the other is kissing me.

And they’re not strangers. They’re my bosses.

West breaks our kiss. He moves behind me, his finger teasing my asshole. I shiver in anticipation. “Hand me the lube,” he says to Rob.

I shiver again. I’ve dreamed about this. I’ve fantasized about this. I’ve touched myself, jilling off to the idea of both of them taking me at the same time.

And now it’s really going to happen.

Rob pulls me forward, exposing me to West’s gaze. My breasts, still tender from the rope, mash into his muscled chest.

West pushes a lube-slicked finger into my tight ass, and I have to make myself relax. “Good girl,” he says, kissing the small of my back. “Ready for another?”

Oh. My. God.

This is overwhelming. Rob thrusts deep into me, and West now slides two fingers into my ass. I whimper as he twists them around. Rob’s lips meet mine, and he swallows my moan into his mouth.

My pussy is slick with desire, and I clench around Rob’s rock-hard, throbbing cock. I feel West shift on the bed. He trickles more lube around my asshole, and then I feel his thick head at my back entrance.

“You want both of us?” West growls. “Tell me. Ask me to fuck your ass.”

“Yes,” I practically sob. “Fuck my ass. Please, West, I need?—”

The head of West’s cock gently pushes against my tight ass. My muscles stretch as his length slowly, steadily invades me.

“Talk to me, Mel.”

“That feels so good.” I slump forward, moaning my pleasure into Rob’s shoulder.

“You want more?”

“Oh God, yes.”

He pushes in a little deeper. The pressure increases. I yield, inhaling sharply as the head of his erection penetrates me.

Rob’s fingers find my clit. Pleasure blazes through me. West continues to push into me until he buries his full length in my ass.

“Green,” I gasp before they can even ask me to check in. “I’m green, I’m green. Please don’t stop, please. . .”

I’m completely filled by their cocks.

I am going to explode.

West threads his fingers through my hair. “We’re going to really fuck you now, Mel.”

Yes. Yes, please, yes.

Two thick cocks forcefully thrust into me. I dig my nails into Rob’s biceps and moan into his mouth. Desire spirals through me, and I’m burning up. Rob’s fingers caress my swollen, engorged clit as he rams into my pussy. West kisses the back of my neck as he fucks my ass.

The air sounds like sex, smells like sex.

My muscles convulse.

West’s breathing is harsh, labored.

Rob groans out loud as his cock throbs and spasms.

I’m enveloped by them. All the sensations I am experiencing are blending into one electrified ball encompassing my entire body, and I am wanton with lust.

My orgasm hurtles toward me, and nothing can hold it back. I writhe between them, muscles trembling, skin beading with sweat. When my climax slams into me, I am lost.

An hour later, we’re cleaned up, gotten dressed and masked, and are taking the elevator upstairs.

I wasn’t hungry earlier, but I’m starving now. I fill my plate with food from Xavier’s buffet, and the three of us find an out-of-the-way table.

“So,” I begin. “You’re flying to Seoul.”

“On Monday, yes.” West takes my hand in his. “But that’s a long ways away. There’s still the rest of tonight and all of tomorrow. Spend it with us.”

My heart beats faster. “Are you sure? Don’t you have to pack?”

Rob’s looking at something on his phone. “You’ll be traveling to the Tremaine resorts, right? Do you know your travel schedule yet?”

“I’ll be in the head office for my first week, then doing a South American tour. A week in Argentina, a week in Brazil, and a week in Chile. Why?”

“Because I’m trying to plan our first date,” he says.

He leans back and smiles at me. “Mel, I was serious, and I’m fairly sure West was too.

This is about more than sex. I care about you.

” He helps himself to a prosciutto-wrapped asparagus spear from my plate.

“You’ll probably be really busy during your first week. How about we meet in Buenos Aires?”

I blink at him. “You’re joking.”

“Not even a little. West?”

“Excellent idea. Buenos Aires is lovely this time of year. There’s this really great restaurant in Palermo that serves amazing barbecue. You’ve got to try it. I’ll make us a reservation.”

I’m losing my mind. “But you hate flying.”

“I’m flying to Argentina to go on a date with you.” He flashes me a blinding smile. “It seems worth it.” He kisses the inside of my wrist. “Mel, we weren’t lying earlier. Neither of us wants to wait six weeks to see you again. I’m thirty-seven, and I know what I want. I want you.”

Disbelief fights with joy, and joy wins. I smile happily at both of them. “I’d love to spend tomorrow with you,” I tell them. “And barbecue sounds amazing.”

I’m not the betting type. I don’t gamble because I don’t like leaving things up to chance.

But when I see the look in their eyes, I’m willing to make a bold wager. As improbable as it sounds, we’re going to live happily ever after.