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  Gonzo stayed put this time and didn’t follow them, though Gen and Cassie gave her huge smiles as she and Jonathan walked by their table.

  Where Mac had danced in his own space — with her, but not touching her the entire time — Jonathan’s hands never left her body as he moved her with him, against him. The dance floor was packed and he’d shifted them to the middle so no one gawked, but this was down and dirty dancing. She took Mac at his word, though, and had fun with it.

  Bethany had been right about Jonathan’s muscles, he was wiry and strong, and he moved like a cat — all smooth and graceful, with a coiled power he carefully controlled.

  When a slow song finally played, Jonathan pulled her to him and she soon discovered he kissed as well as he danced. She also realized things were getting too hot and heavy for the dance floor, though, and tried to pull back with a laugh.

  “No, Bethany,” Jonathan said, his mouth at her ear. “Mac wants to see us kiss. Do you know how hard he’s gotta be right now, watching this?” His lips wrapped around the cartilage of her ear, his teeth bit with enough pressure to hold, and his tongue caressed the edge.

  Bethany shivered, her skin erupted in goose bumps, and her clit throbbed as she leaned into him and moaned.

  “That’s it,” Jonathan practically purred into her ear. “Ranger’s gonna come dance with you, now. Let you get to know all of us one-on-one before we hit you up three-on-one.”

  Jonathan literally handed her to Ranger as he stepped away, and Bethany’s world imploded as one of Ranger’s arms went around the small of her back, the other to the back of her head, and his lips took her, owned her, possessed her.

  The music faded, the people around them disappeared, and nothing existed except Ranger’s arms, his lips, his tongue as he kissed her with a sensual passion as if she were the only woman on the planet. Her arms already around him, she stroked his back through his super-soft shirt, traced muscles with her fingers. He was pure heat and sensation, and her body pressed closer.

  Time ceased to exist, but the magic spell broke when someone bumped into them. Bethany was embarrassed to realize a fast song was now playing, and they’d just been standing there, kissing.

  When she backed off, he let her pull away. With a smile, he led her back to their table, and as they entered the VIP section, Bethany saw Duke sitting with Gen, now, and Cassie in Isaac’s arms. Ranger slowed, then stopped, tugging her to him. He put his arms around her, his mouth at her ear, and asked, “Your friend is Duke’s woman?”

  Bethany nodded, and Ranger looked dismayed. “Okay. Go on back to the table with Mac and Jonathan. I’m gonna stop and talk to Duke a minute.”

  “I can go with you. I want to talk to Gen, anyway.”

  He looked at her a few seconds before nodding.

  “Apologies,” Ranger said to Duke as they approached. “I wasn’t aware she was your woman’s friend.”

  “Why are you apologizing?” Bethany asked Ranger, then put her hands on her hips as she looked at Duke and raised her voice to ask, “Why is he apologizing! Please tell me you haven’t done something asinine like make me off limits in your bar!”

  Duke had been seated between Gen and Cassie, and now he stood and walked behind Gen to pull Bethany into his embrace as he said, “Of course not, Bee, but as Gen’s best friend, everyone knows you’re under my protection.” He put his mouth to her ear and said, “No judgment from me, but he’s probably worried I’ll object to the three of them taking you to their bed at once, which I’m guessing is where this is headed. I’ve heard you say you want a harem — if you’re serious, this is your chance. Say the word and I’ll give you an easy out, or tell me to butt out and I will.”

  “Do you know them? Are they safe?”

  “We have a mutual friend, which is who they went through to get the table tonight. I’ve asked around and found out Ranger’s a hard-ass Dom, but he’ll respect a safeword. They all work for a security company, and two of them have top level clearance with the government. You should be safe if you go with them, and I’ll make it clear I expect to have eyes on you tomorrow, and there’ll be hell to pay if you aren’t still in one piece.”

  “Gen’s brother says protection doesn’t come free. What do you want from me, for keeping me safe?”

  Duke laughed and tousled her hair. “You’re Gen’s best friend, which makes you part of the family. It’s all good, Bee.” He turned her towards Ranger, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, “You have my blessing, but either I or my woman expect to see her in person tomorrow. He’s good for seven weeks, and I’m impressed, but she’d better be in one piece tomorrow. Tired is good, hurt isn’t. Catch me?”

  Chapter Four

  The plan had been for Isaac to drive her drunk ass home tonight, so Bethany didn’t have her car. This meant riding with the men back to their place was easier, but it also meant she’d be dependent on them to get her home in time for work, tomorrow.

  In reality, as she walked to their car holding Mac and Jonathan’s hands, she was stressing over the lack of a car instead of thinking too much about going home with three men, with the understanding she’d be doing it with all three.

  They were in a big, black, SUV, and Mac got into the backseat with her, while Ranger drove and Jonathan talked to them from the passenger seat.

  Mac was kissing her, overwhelming her, when she pulled away and asked, “Whose house are we going to?”

  “We all live together,” Mac murmured as he took control of her lips again, but she once again backed away.

  “Do ya’ll do this a lot?” she asked. “Take one girl back and share her?”

  Mac looked to the front of the vehicle, and Bethany saw his eyes meet Ranger’s in the rear view mirror.

  “Mac and I’ve worked together on some assignments in Europe,” Ranger said, “and we’ve shared more than a couple of times. Jonathan’s new to town. This’ll be the first time the three of us have shared.”

  “So, I’m not the first person who hasn’t done this?”

  “Sorry, Raggedy,” Jonathan said as he turned in is seat to look at her. “It’s only you. Just because I haven’t shared with these guys doesn’t mean I haven’t shared with anyone. We’ll use condoms, we’ll be safe. I know you want it, but if you’re getting cold feet we won’t be mad.”

  She didn’t want to back out, she just wanted to know a little more of how this worked, and how they made decisions.

  “How did ya’ll decide Mac would be back here with me? It feels like you’ve done it before, the three of you. It doesn’t feel like anyone is jockeying for position. I guess I’m just trying to understand.”

  “Mac’s in the backseat because you seem the calmest with him,” Jonathan said, still turned so he could look at her while he talked. “Ranger turns you on more, but he also intimidates you. I started to get in the backseat, with you in the middle, but I was afraid we’d all be mostly undressed before we got home, and I want to sink into you in a bed, not a backseat. So, it’s Mac with you now because we know you want it, but we know you’re also nervous. It’s about what you need right now, not us.”

  Mac chuckled and rubbed her thigh. “Focusing on what we need comes later. I can’t wait to watch you please three men at once, but this is about taking care of each other. You need calming right now, so you get me. It won’t always be me when we think you’re nervous, but right now, it is.”

  “You all live together? Are ya’ll…” She was pretty sure they weren’t bisexual, but needed to ask, but then lost her nerve.

  “No, we’re straight,” Mac said, threading his fingers through hers to hold her hand as he sat up. She missed his warmth, but was glad he was answering her questions. “Our jobs send us out of town on assignment a lot. I haven’t lived in-country for years, and most of my stuff is still overseas until I arrange to either go get it, or have someone box it up and ship it to me. I’m kind of in limbo right now, waiting for my release papers from my former job so I can accept a position here. Ran
ger’s been in and out of the country a while, and had been mostly staying in long-term hotels when not on assignment. Jonathan just moved here from South Carolina, but bought a big house up on Lookout Mountain. He had spare bedrooms and offered to let us pay him rent for them.”

  “When you were talking to Duke,” said Ranger, “he mentioned something about you wanting a harem? Or did I misunderstand?”

  “I didn’t think he was talking that loud!”

  Ranger grinned at her in the rear view mirror. “And yet, I heard it.”

  “You must have fucking bionic hearing or something. Shit.”

  Mac leaned towards her again, kissed her cheek, her jaw, and just under her ear. “Don’t change the subject, my fiery little vixen. Spill. You want a harem?”

  He kept with the little butterfly kisses, but when she turned to kiss him on the lips, he sat up and said, “Spill, Cupcake, cause I’m not sure I’m up to wearing harem pants.” His eyes were laughing at her, but she could hear the undercurrent of arousal.

  “Fine,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “Cassie, the other friend with us, is in a relationship with three men. Isaac was with her tonight, but there are four people in the relationship. One’s a dancer and he had a performance tonight, and the other owns a restaurant and was working. Watching the four of them together made me joke I wanted a harem, but the truth is, the idea of three people in bed has been kind of a fantasy since I first met them. Of course, Cassie’s guys are bisexual, so it isn’t just her satisfying three men.” She looked at Mac and let him see her worry. “This is different, you’ll all be focused on me, so, yeah, I guess I’m starting to psych myself out, a little.”

  “It’ll be okay,” Mac assured her. “I’m a voyeur, I like to watch, so there’ll be at least some of the time you’ll just have two of us working you. Bottom line, if you want us to stop, we will. Whether you want no to mean no, or whether you want a safeword, is totally up to you.”

  Bethany looked towards the front seat again. “Duke told me Ranger’s a Dom. Are all of you?”

  “I’m not,” Mac told her, “but the two up front are. Ranger’s more intense than Jonathan, but none of us are submissive. I’m not a Dom, but I certainly have a dominant personality, and no one’s ever accused me of being too vanilla.”

  Chapter Five

  Jonathan’s house was an older home, but Ranger had been right to call it big — five bedrooms and three full baths, though none of the rooms they walked her through downstairs appeared to be furnished.

  Not that she was looking at the décor, because Mac pressed her to the wall inside the front door the second she stepped in, his hand coming up under her shirt and landing on her breast, and she was suddenly swimming in a fog of arousal again.

  She heard Ranger say, “Bedroom,” as he walked up the steps, and Jonathan said, “Raggedy, wrap your legs around the big guy, let him carry you upstairs. We’ve waited this long for a bed, no need to stop twenty yards from the goal.”

  Mac’s hands went down, pulled her legs up, and one of his hands held her ass while the other pressed between her shoulders making sure she stayed put. Somehow, he kept kissing her as he carried her upstairs, and she was deposited on a king sized bed, flat on her back with her legs in the air.

  “I want those boots to stay on,” Ranger said, his shirt and shoes already off, his chest and abs perfectly sculpted so she wanted to lick the curves and twists of each individual muscle.

  She was wearing high heeled black leather boots. They hugged her calves and came to just below her knees, and Bethany lifted one foot towards Ranger and told him, “Fine as long as I’m on my back, but they torque my ankles in doggy.”

  “Mmmm. Not if your feet hang off the edge of the bed.”

  Jonathan pulled her skirt off as Mac removed her shirt, and they all looked at her matching panties and bra for a good five seconds before Jonathan said, “I vote we leave those on a little while, too.”

  As a massage therapist, Bethany had to wear scrubs at work. Long ago, she’d taken to wearing sexy, matching underwear, and these were purple silk with cream lace, and were amongst her top ten favorites. She didn’t have time to think much about her skivvies, though, because Jonathan’s lips crashed into hers as Mac pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing from the top of her boots, up her inner thighs, and towards the good stuff.

  She didn’t know how to react, who to respond to, and being out of control was about to freak her out when Ranger kneeled on the bed above her, pulled her arms towards him, and stroked them. The insides of her elbows were pointing up, so his fingers caressed the sensitive skin of her inner arms — from armpit, to the inside of her elbow, her inner forearm, wrist, and palm.

  “We have you,” Ranger told her, his voice calming, steady, deep. “For now, you don’t have to do anything. Just relax and accept us, let us make you feel good. Let us learn your body.”

  His words soothed her, and while she didn’t relax, her pre-freak-out stopped before it became a full-fledged panic.

  Mac was kissing her over the top of her panties now, and Jonathan had pulled a breast out of her bra, his tongue tormenting her nipple. She had her boots firmly planted on the bed, pushing her crotch shamelessly into Mac’s face while Ranger held her hands over her head. Bethany wasn’t sure why, but Ranger holding her arms felt safe, maybe because it took the pressure of having to do something for them away? Reminding her she only needed to let them pleasure her, for now?

  “I think our girl needs an orgasm, Mac,” said Ranger. “She’s thinking too hard. Why don’t we lose the panties?”

  Mac earned bonus points by being super gentle with them, as if they were sacred, but she only had a second to think about it before his tongue was on her clit and she moaned as her head tilted towards Ranger.

  He seemed to understand what she wanted, and moved to the side and leaned in to kiss her. As before, his kiss made it clear he was possessing her, and suddenly Bethany felt as if they were all trying to make her feel them more than the others — Mac at her pussy, Jonathan at her breasts, and Ranger at her mouth.

  Ranger seemed to know immediately, though, and he put his cheek against hers and said, “Sshhh, it’s okay. Feel what Mac’s doing to you? Where do you want his tongue? Don’t give him orders, but you can tell him what feels good, what’s working.”

  “Fingers,” she gasped. “Need more than tongue, he’s driving me fucking crazy!”

  “Mmmm, no fingers for you, today. If you’re ready to be filled it’ll be with someone’s cock.”

  Mac sucked her clit, and it was almost enough to send her over, but not quite, and she squeezed her eyes closed, pushed her hips up, and begged, “Please!”

  “Please what, Raggedy?” Jonathan asked as he worked on her breasts. “Tell us you want a cock in you, if you have a preference you can tell us, otherwise we’ll work it out. No pressure, it’s all good.”

  “Cock then, please!”

  It didn’t seem to take more than ten seconds for Ranger and Mac to undress and get into position. They both wore condoms, but Mac asked for her flavor preference and her blood ran even hotter as she realized she’d get to pleasure him orally, as he’d done her.

  They put her head near the edge of the bed, still on her back, and Ranger grabbed her boots at the ankles, held her feet up, and Bethany gasped and moaned as he pressed his beautiful cock into her pussy, spreading her, filling her, as his abs flexed beautifully above her.

  Mac held his cock at her mouth and ordered, “Lick, Bethany. I know Ranger’s sinking into you, but I want to feel your tongue.”

  Awash in a sea of bliss, she braced her hands on his hips, tilted her head back a little more, and took his cockhead into her mouth. He didn’t fuck her face, but let her control the depth and tempo with the grip she held on his hips.

  However, she kept losing focus, her attention on Ranger and his cock as it filled her over and over again — slow and steady for now, thank goodness, but each stroke was a delicious
torture. Mac tickled her lips with the tips of his fingers to remind her, but there was too much going on and she worried she’d never find release.

  Eventually, she sucked just the head of Mac’s cock into her mouth and tortured the tip with her tongue. She could still enjoy Ranger’s cock moving in her pussy this way, and soon realized her squeals and moans were translating to Mac’s cock like a vibrator.

  Ranger alternated slow and fast, shallow and deep, and he changed up the angles. She sucked and licked Mac as her arousal changed, and could tell from Mac’s noises, he liked it.

  She gasped around the head of Mac’s cock as Jonathan’s mouth sealed around her right nipple, and Ranger said, “God, yes. She likes that, Jonathan. Love the way her cunt squeezes my dick.” He sped up a little, and said, “Okay Bethany, I’m going to make you come, now. Mac’s going to sink deeper in your mouth and let you suck, but you don’t have to do anything else, okay? Just feel what we’re doing. No work required.”

  Bethany nodded, thankful he knew why she hadn’t been able to come, and then there were no thoughts. Ranger hadn’t been going fast before, but now he was and he must have learned something with all of those changes in angles, because this time he ramped her up close and then shoved her over the edge into a screaming orgasm. She tried to keep Mac’s cock in her mouth, but gave up as her body thrashed and moved through the bliss storming through her system.

  Ranger waited until she started calming before he sped up even more, and then grunted as he came in the condom, deep inside her.

  No sooner than Ranger pulled out, Mac was on his back on the bed and Jonathan lifted her onto him, sitting her on Mac’s cock and then gently laying her forward. Mac’s arms came around her and he said, “You get a little bit of a rest now, I think Jonathan’s interested in your beautiful ass.”

  “I’m not a poet, but this ass could inspire me to take it up,” Jonathan said.