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Elven Encounter Willa Okati What happens after you’ve had a dose of Elven Enchantment? Hmm… how about another delicious Elven Encounter? Sara’s sassy, spunky, and not afraid to let her hair down. When twin opportunities to unleash her inner wild woman come roaring up to her house on motorcycles, she doesn’t want just Gent or Niall -- she wants them both. The feeling is mutual. But just as things are getting interesting, Sara encounters a dark figure from her past who threatens her happiness with the boys. How far will the villain go -- and how will Sara and her boys take him out?
Chapter One “Baby, please. Give me one more chance.” Sara stared at the man standing on her front stoop. If she hadn’t known for a fact that she’d woken up with the hangover from hell -- one too many dips into the well of self-pity after her aborted wedding -- she would have wondered if she were still in bed and dreaming that her former fiancé had had the balls to show up at her door. “Rick?” she asked in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing here?” Rick took one step up the short flight of stairs leading to her front door. “I was wrong, baby. Running away like I did was the biggest mistake of my life. I see that now.” Whiskey fumes curled off of him like smoke. Sara waved her hand in front of her wrinkled nose. “Very funny, Rick. Go sleep it off. Preferably somewhere else. Since I’m not on my honeymoon, I’m getting a jump-start on all the work I had been planning to let pile up while I was in Fiji.” “Yeah, baby.” Rick swayed back and forth. “You and me and Fiji. All those sandy white beaches and drinks with little umbrellas --” “Brought to you, no doubt, by cabana girls in seashell bikinis?” Rick’s expression went hazy for a second as he obviously drifted away on the thought of buxom beauties wearing sassy tropical thongs and not much else. Sara rolled her eyes. God’s honest truth, she really should have known better than to get involved with this man in the first place, let alone get serious, and marriage should have been the furthest thing from her mind. She’d been fooled by his “soulful” act -- a dumb move on her part. The eagerness to listen, the comfort of a shoulder, all of those were just an act to get her to trust him.
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In the cold reality of hindsight, Sara realized what a moron she’d been. But not anymore. After she’d shown up at the registry office and waited… and waited… and waited for Rick, all to no avail, she’d made a few important decisions. From there on out, she was going to go for the gusto instead of making “sensible,” disastrous choices. On the surface Rick might have seemed like a wise choice. Stable, dependable, even reasonably attractive. But after spending some time with him anyone with two brain cells to rub together could tell he wasn’t the pick of any litter. More like the outcast black sheep. From what she’d seen of his friends, usually rushed encounters after which she’d been swept away to bar after bar and club after club, the wealthy businessmen he hung out with were all the same. Sara tapped her foot. “Rick, you made it pretty clear yesterday what you didn’t want. While I was waiting for you with a really cranky Justice of the Peace, you were out having cocktails with a pole dancer named Kiki. So that begs the question of what you’re doing here now.” Rick blinked until his eyes came back into focus. “It was a mistake, baby. I got cold feet. You understand, don’t you? After all, you were the one who kept putting me off. No fancy church wedding, no fancy white dress, no guests --” “Oh, yeah. Silly me. If I’d done things the way you wanted them, I’d have been left standing there at the front of a cathedral wearing a white satin gown with a train so long two flower girls had to carry it, and you’d still have gone off to bounce the bedsprings with CoCo.” “Kiki.” “What the hell does it matter?” Sara planted her hands on her hips. “You have one minute to explain yourself, and then I’m calling the cops. I’ll do it, too.” A lazy smile curved Rick’s lips, the look of a man who thought he was about to slip into taking charge. “What are you going to tell the police, baby? The man you love has come to visit without calling first? They’ll run right out here -- as soon as they can find the place. You know that back here on these dirt roads, you’re almost impossible to locate. So why don’t you make it easy on both of us and let me inside to talk?”
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“One, because I’m not stupid. The second you walk in this door you’re going to be all over me like an octopus with a dozen extra tentacles. Two, because I’m mad as hell at you. A woman doesn’t like to be stood up for a date, much less for her own wedding.” Sara crossed her arms over her chest. “And three, I have much better taste in men than the likes of you.” Rick looked startled, then angry, an ugly glint glittering in his eyes. “Who filled your head with all of this? Your friends? Baby, they don’t know what they’re talking about. You belong to me. You always have, and you always will. All we need to do is work this thing out. Now stand back and let me inside.” “In your wildest dreams, maybe. Right here and now? No way.” Sara stood firmly in her doorway, stretching her arms and legs to block the entrance completely. “Get back in your Jag and go spend the afternoon at a titty bar. Like I don’t know now where you were going all the times you said you couldn’t make lunch because of a business meeting.” The expression on Rick’s face turned mean as a diamondback rattler. “What I do on my own time is personal,” he snapped. “A man has needs, Sara. One of them is to cut loose every now and then.” “Try Tuesdays and Thursdays, twelve noon on the dot.” “How’d you know that?” Rick’s eyes narrowed. “Did you get someone to follow me?” “Like I told you, I’m not stupid and I realized yesterday that I had a pretty good tap into all the gossip that’s going around. I was a busy, busy girl, hounding your friends and friends of friends and their acquaintances, and now I know about every single thing you’ve been up to since before you gave me that ring which, by the way, I now know is cubic zirconia and not diamond.” She picked the heavy stone off her foyer table, where she’d thrown it the afternoon before. “Speaking of which, take this back. Tee-Hee, or whatever her name is, might like the thing. I don’t want it anymore.” “Kiki,” Rick corrected. “And I’m not seeing her again. She was a one-time-only thing, baby, I swear. I’m all yours now. Just let me in and we can work this out.”
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“Not gonna work.” Sara’s heart ached a little. No matter how much you hated someone, if you’d loved them once upon a time it hurt to let them go. “I can see it now. We’d have a talk, you’d promise everything would be great this time, and then you’d drive back into the city for your four o’clock blow job followed by a really happy Happy Hour.” She folded her arms. “Get out of here, Rick. This conversation is over.” “Baby, please.” Rick gave her a look that would have melted butter. “I’ve changed. I’m a whole new man now. And I need you.” Sara sighed. “All you need is the money I get from selling my paintings. I found out that your daddy’s trust fund is running low, and you’ve been borrowing from everyone you know to live it up the way you always have. I guess you figured that if you married me, I’d be able to support you while you had all the fun you wanted on the side. Well, not this girl, Rick. This is not the beginning of a beautiful friendship and there aren’t any violins playing in the background. I’m not going to take you back and pretend everything’s okay.” Since Rick wasn’t reaching out for it, Sara tossed the ring at him. The cheap chunk of rock on a fake gold band bounced off his chest. Giving a yelp, Rick dove for the jewelry. “That was my mother’s!” “Yeah? Was your father a jackass, too?” Sara stepped back and closed the door, throwing the deadbolt and slotting the chain into place for good measure. “Goodbye, Rick,” she called as she gave the door a thump with the flat of her hand. “My next move is a restraining order. If I so much as see your face in the same restaurant as me, ever again, I’ll pull you through the wringer backwards.” Rick said something, but Sara couldn’t make it out and didn’t care enough to make the effort to understand him. Curiosity, however, kept her at her peephole long enough to see Rick stand up with the cheap engagement ring in his hand. He looked around with confusion, seeming lost, then shook his fist. “Big man,” Sara shouted. “Go on, threaten me. Then I’ll really have something to tell the cops.” Rick gave her door a look as ominous as a thundercloud. “This isn’t over yet, Sara. I’ll be back, and we are going to have a talk sooner or later.”
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“Dare I hope that means you’re leaving now?” He kicked her door hard. “Smart off all you want. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me in next time. I might let you off easy if you look at things my way.” The ugliness in his voice sent a warning chill down Sara’s spine. Rick was a big man. Solid. He’d played football in college, or so he’d claimed. She herself was tiny, barely five feet tall, her arms slender instead of tough and her body fragile. If Rick was planning on getting violent, like she thought he might be… God. Maybe she should invest in a watchdog. He seemed to be done for the moment, though. Moving a little unsteadily, still clutching Sara’s ex-ring to his chest, he made his way to his car, a sporty little Jaguar coupe painted a glistening aubergine. Sara shook her head and checked to make sure she still remembered his license plate number. Getting pulled over for a DUI wouldn’t stop Rick for long, but he deserved it. And no one needed him on the roads in his condition. Hell, no one needed someone like Rick at all, period. Satisfied that, at least for the moment, he wasn’t coming back, Sara gave her locks one last test and then headed back to the kitchen where she’d been in the middle of cooking up a feast of comfort food. As she walked, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and hit one of her speed-dial buttons. “Sergeant Elizabeth Hawkins,” a crisp female voice answered. “Annandale Police Department.” “Lizzie, it’s Sara.” Sara heard Elizabeth take a deep breath. “Don’t tell me, let me guess. After the wedding-that-wasn’t, Rick came running over to your place?” “Give the lady a gold star. He’s drunk as a skunk, too. I was hoping someone could just happen to drive by and pull him over for a sobriety test. The roads out here are pretty deserted, but God knows I don’t want him slamming into any innocent travelers.”
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“You should have taken my advice from the beginning. Rick was, is, and will continue to be a prime jackass. Is his license plate still the same?” “STUDNO1,” Sara replied dryly. “You think I might have picked up on a few telltale clues earlier?” “You had the blinders of love on, doll. Don’t tell me you didn’t have your doubts. Up until yesterday you’d have let him in and put him to bed on the sofa so he could sleep it off, and then he’d talk, and there’d be sex, and the whole cycle would just start all over again.” Sara could hear the sound of keys clicking as Elizabeth typed something on her computer. “Okay, done. A squad car’s en route to intercept Rick before he gets out into major traffic.” “It’s appreciated.” Sara came to rest beside her kitchen island laden with fresh fruits, vegetables, and a chopping block covered in bits of diced red and green peppers. The rich aromas made her mouth water. “And by the way, I’m pretty grateful for you not telling me what an idiot I was to let things go that far.” “I figure you didn’t need telling,” Elizabeth said with a chuckle. “Breaking up with Rick is going to be the best thing that’s happened to you in a while. Who knows? Maybe Mr. Right is just around the corner and now that Rick doesn’t have you shackled down, you can jump all over his fine piece of ass.” “Lizzie!” Sara couldn’t help grinning. “I do not jump asses. I seduce.” “Potato, po-ta-to. I’ve got to get back to work, Sara-girl. But what do you say about you and I hanging out tomorrow night? Just two girls, a good bottle of Merlot, and maybe even a horror movie.” “I’ll choose the movie.” “And I’ll bring the wine.” Elizabeth’s voice was fond as she drew the conversation to a close. “Everything’s going to be fine, Sara. You’ll see.” “One day at a time, Elizabeth. But it’s the first day of the rest of my life. See you tomorrow night.” “That’s the spirit. Bye, now.”
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“Bye.” Sara clicked her phone shut and automatically slid it into the hip pocket of her jeans. Unlike the ones she wore to impress, the kind that were tight as a second skin and molded to the curves of her ass as if they’d been painted on, these were loose and comfy and had plenty of give at the waist. No bad thing, especially if she planned on stuffing herself sick on the food that was cooking away. So she had a thing for stress eating. Comfort goodies were a mainstay of her life, and tonight she wasn’t denying herself anything from chicken risotto to cherry chocolate cheesecake. Sara took a taste of the cooling confection, sucked it into her mouth, and moaned in pleasure. She was a damned fine cook if she said so herself. Sara checked on the rice boiling for her risotto, then stepped back to her kitchen island and all the crispy fresh veggies waiting to be cut. It felt oh, so satisfying to pick up her chopping knife and slice into broccoli and tomatoes with a loud crunch. As she worked, she thought about what Elizabeth had said. Geez, what an optimist. As if hunky men who also, miracle of miracles, had a decent heart, were just lined up around the walls of her old Colonial, roses in hand and pretty words on their lips. Ha! Sara doubted she’d lay eyes on anyone except Elizabeth for a week, unless Rick decided to stop by and play the fool again. God, she hoped he didn’t. If he ever got really nasty, she’d be in deep shit. The house she’d chosen to make into a home was at the end of a long and winding dirt road, but it’d had so many charms that she’d decided an extended commute would be worth it whenever she needed to go into town. The house had exactly as much room as she needed -- a place to sleep, a big open kitchen where she could go crazy, a surprisingly spacious bathroom with a claw foot bathtub, and a second bedroom that she used for a studio. Great place, but isolated as the seventh level of hell. If Rick decided to make more trouble after he was sprung from his afternoon’s jail time… Sara shuddered and tried to put those thoughts out of her mind. Her doors were all securely locked, she had an alarm system hooked up to everything possible,
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and she slept so lightly that she’d hear even the sleekest car purring up in her gravel driveway. If Rick showed up, she’d be ready for him. Her cell phone rang, the tones muffled from being stuffed in her pocket. Sara dug for the thing, a sharp hiss of annoyance escaping her lips. Without looking at the caller ID, she flipped her phone open and snapped: “Rick, I told you I don’t want to have anything more to do with you, much less waste my time on the phone. Either get a clue or get lost, or better yet, get both.” “Now, is that the way to welcome back an old friend?” Sara squeaked and almost dropped her phone. That was a voice she hadn’t heard in over a year. Forgetting completely about her dinner in progress, she pressed the cell closer to her ear. “Ciara? That can’t be you. Is it?” Ciara had disappeared almost a year ago, right around the time that Sara herself had started seeing Rick. Sara hadn’t thought anything about it at first -- Ciara could be a free spirit -- but after weeks went by and there was no sign of the woman, she’d gotten worried. It wasn’t like Ciara to forget about her friends. Sometimes she’d wondered if Ciara were dead. But nope, she sounded alive and fresh as if she’d just spent a day at the spa. “Sara. I wondered if you’d recognize me after all this time.” “Recognize you? Just tell me where you are so I can come kick your ass for making me worry. Do you know how long it’s been?” Ciara paused. “A few weeks?” She sounded doubtful. “Try almost a year! Wherever you went, you left all your stuff behind and nothing even close to a forwarding address.” “A year?” Ciara’s voice was amazed and bewildered. “I guess they were right about the way time passes.” “Yeah, it just flies. Seriously, where have you been? Did you get hurt? Lose your memory? Did someone kidnap you?” “I’ve been somewhere most people never get to go. And to answer your other questions, no, no, and no.”
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“Somewhere most people never go? Where is that, Calcutta? Last time I spoke to you, you’d just been dumped by that sorry-ass Paul. You were heading down to the pub for a drink. And then nothing.” She felt tears stinging in her eyes. “I thought you were dead, Ciara. And now you show up out of the blue like there’s nothing wrong at all?” Ciara paused again, the silence hanging heavy on the line between them. “All I can say is that I’m sorry, Sara. I came across the chance of a lifetime and I had to take it.” Sara snuffled. “But you’re back, now? You’re going to stay?” “I wish I could, Sara. But I have a home with Ardal and Seanan now. I’m, um, with both of them. All three of us are together.” Ciara’s voice took on a wicked tone. “I have been educated in the ways of the sexual sandwich. I could write a book.” “So let me see this new, improved you for myself. Come over for dinner,” Sara invited on the spur of the moment. “You know how I always cook too much. We can stuff ourselves sick and catch up on everything.” “You’re not mad at me?” “Of course I’m mad at you. But that doesn’t mean we’re not still friends. Come see me, woman. I’ll even leave the light on.” “I wish I could make it tonight, but I wouldn’t be able to get there before midnight. Maybe tomorrow?” “Yeah!” Sara enthused. “Elizabeth’s coming over -- you remember her? -- and we can have a real girls’ night in. Three women talking about men both good and bad, getting tipsy on Merlot and gossiping until our tongues go numb. Sound like a good time to you?” “Oh, hell yes. Count me in. But for tonight…” Ciara paused on a hesitant note. “Well, I sort of need you to do me a favor. And I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think you could handle yourself.” That didn’t bode well. Sara took hold of her kitchen counter with one hand just in case this was bad as it sounded, and then cleared her throat. “What do you need?”
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“A couple friends of Seanan’s are in town for the night. They’ve been seeing the States on, er, motorcycles. Thing is, their rides need some repairs and they don’t have the extra money for a garage or a hotel. I remembered how you had that great big barn just sitting empty, and I was hoping you’d let them use it as a bay to tinker around in until they’re ready to roll.” “Let me see if I’m getting this right. You want me to take in two Hell’s Angels, possibly for the night? Are you for real or have you genuinely lost your mind?” “They’re good guys.” Ciara sounded serious. “I’ve known them almost as long as Ardal and Seanan, and there’s not a mean bone in their bodies. They won’t get in your way. Just let them use the barn as a workspace and then they’ll be out of your hair. Please?” she wheedled. “Just for old times’ sake.” Sara sighed. Everything rational pointed to a great big neon “NO WAY” sign. But… this was Ciara. Before flaking out and pulling her big disappearing act, she’d been the most trustworthy person Sara had ever known. If she said these guys were harmless, Sara had a gut instinct that they would be. “Fine,” she relented. “But they don’t go near the house and I don’t get anywhere close to them.” Ciara squealed excitedly. “Fantastic! I’ll tell Gent and Niall that it’s fine. And really, don’t worry. They wouldn’t hurt a fly.” She chuckled slyly. “You might say you don’t want to get near them now, but wait until you get a good eyeful. Might make you change your mind about being neighborly.” “I doubt it.” Sara heard the sound of twin engines roaring up the dirt road. “You bitch. They were already on their way here, weren’t they?” “No, honest. They’re just passing through and I told them I had a friend who might be able to help. Gent has a cell phone mounted inside his helmet. I’ll give him a call and tell him that he and Niall have to keep their distance. Don’t worry, Sara. It’s all under control.”
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Sara wasn’t too sure about this. Still, it was for Ciara, so she gave in. “Tell them the barn door’s open. They can park their bikes wherever they like and get to work. But they have to be gone before I go to bed, probably around eleven or midnight.” “Done.” Sara could almost see Ciara bouncing with excitement. “Okay, I’ve gotta go. But we’ll get together tomorrow night. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Her voice softened. “I really am sorry about leaving like I did. But I’ll tell you the whole story when we have more time.” The sound of motorcycles was coming closer. “I’ll hold you to that,” Sara warned. “Now let me get back to my cooking before something burns.” “Something’s going to burn, all right,” Ciara said wickedly. “You don’t plan to touch, fine -- but wait until you get a look at these two guys. Might make you change your mind.” “Ciara, are you trying to set me --”
Click.
Sara stared at the cell phone, shaking her head. The whole day was taking on a
kind of dreamlike feeling, as if nothing was actually real. What kind of Twilight Zone had she walked into when she should have been chopping vegetables and sipping a glass of Chardonnay? Rick’s appearance. Ciara returning out of the blue.
And now, two burly biker-types roaring up her driveway.
Her day could definitely not get any weirder.
The motorcycles ground to a stop just outside her front door, the sound of gravel
spraying loud as buckshot. Sara couldn’t help herself. Wiping her hands on a yellowchecked dishcloth, she made for the bay window next to her door and twitched the curtains back, taking a peek outside. Her jaw dropped. Good God. These were bikers? They looked like models as they stepped off their choppers, all long legs and easy grace, and fuck, the faces of angels topped off by silky falls of copper-red and nearly raven-dark hair that fell below their shoulders. They
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wore heavy leather bomber jackets, sinfully tight black jeans, and T-shirts that stretched with obscene tautness over bunched and rippling muscles. Sara felt a tingle of excitement in her pussy, one she hadn’t felt since well before the advent of Rick. Rick had nothing compared to these guys. They beat him out in every department available with room to spare. Their expressions were gentle as they talked softly to one another, words too quiet for Sara to make out. The brunet tossed his head back, hair flying, as he laughed uproariously at something his riding partner had said. Grinning broadly, the redhead reached over and hauled the brunet to him. They paused for a long moment, hovering so close to one another that anyone would have thought they were about to kiss --- And then they did. Sara moaned, taking herself by surprise as she stared at the two men engaged in the hottest kiss she’d ever seen. They were rough with one another, hands coming up to grasp necks and wandering down to grope asses. They even began grinding against one another, although as soon as they started that, they stopped, giving guilty looks up at the house. Looking straight at Sara, staring at them from her spot in the window. She gave a small meep and yanked the curtains closed. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but her panties were damp with excitement. Who knew that seeing two men together would be such a turn-on? She’d never had the pleasure before, but God, was it hot. On an impulse, Sara snapped the heat off on her stove, walked to her front door and undid the locks. She pulled it open and stood with her legs braced and her hands on her hips. “You must be Gent and Niall. Ciara told me you’d be dropping by. Care to come inside for something cool to drink?” Gent and Niall exchanged glances. The one with red hair spoke up. “I’m Gent, aye; this is Niall; and we’ll gladly share your hospitality.” He had a nice, pleasant tenor with a slight accent, as if he’d been born in Ireland but spent most of his life in the States. “Bread and salt would be a blessing.”
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“I can handle that much. If you’re really hungry, I can go as far as a homecooked meal.” Sara relaxed her posture, eagerly eyeing Gent and Niall up and down. Sinfully handsome and well-mannered. What better way to forget about Rick and all his bastard ways than to spend an evening with the hottest men she’d ever seen? Ciara had said they were trustworthy. She’d trust in Ciara. Stepping back, Sara beckoned with one hand. “Come on in,” she welcomed them. “Let’s get to know each other.” Really know each other. Maybe over more than dinner. There are all kinds of things I’d like to do with men who sizzle like this pair. I’ll forget Rick, for sure, and I’ll have all the eye candy I could want. Sounds like a plan to me. She grinned as the pair walked up her steps. “Come inside. Take off your coats. Make yourselves at home.” Gent gave her a look that smoldered with interest and heat, sending goosy shivers down Sara’s spine. That was a look that spoke of more than just a casual interest. He was measuring her up, checking her out -- and so was the brunet, from what she could tell. Sara shuddered in pleasure as she closed the door behind her two new men. Talk about a way to wash Rick right out of her hair. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.
Chapter Two Sara led the two hunks of man-meat through the minefield she called her den. Gent paused to chuckle, probably at the sight of all the magazines strewn about, the can of beer left to ferment on her coffee table, and shoes of all kinds kicked off everywhere. “Something interesting?” Sara queried, looking over her shoulder at Gent, secretly appreciating the way his long, fiery locks fanned out across the worn leather of his biker’s jacket. “No apologies, by the way. I wasn’t exactly expecting company.” Especially not company who looked like they’d stepped out of GQ, the roughand-tumble special issue. Sara turned around completely to savor another look at the pair of them. Gent, open and friendly, and downright lickable. Niall, just as tasty, looked like the strong and silent type, not having said a word so far. All the same, his lips were tilted in a grin. Sara chuckled. “Okay, so I keep house like a bachelor. But when you’re single, no attachments, why not?” Something flared to life in Gent’s eyes. “So you don’t have a man about, then?” “I did. He decided he’d rather be a playboy than settle down.” Sara shrugged. “No big loss. He did me a favor by dumping me at the altar.” One of Gent’s red eyebrows raised. “And you’re not going after him with a rifle and murder on your mind?” “Nah. Like I said, I’m better off. I’d been lying to myself about him for months, but now my eyes are open.” She ran her gaze appreciatively down the length of Gent’s body. “Wide open.” Gent returned her gaze with heated interest, the kind of look that went straight to a woman’s pussy and made it start to ache, starting her thinking about all kinds of wicked things. “Well then. If you’ve no man about, then I’m thinking that all the folk in
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this town are blind and daft. A pretty lady like yourself should be beating them off with sticks.” “Oh, I plan on being a lot choosier in the future.” Sara focused on the impressive bulge in Gent’s jeans. Didn’t look like an erection, but boy howdy, did he have potential. Rick had definitely been lacking in that department, but she’d convinced herself that their relationship wasn’t all about sex. Which should definitely have been one of her first clues about how wrong she’d been. When every round of sex left her unsatisfied and turning to the vibrator when Rick had left, or when he was snoring away like a log beside her, that should have been a great big warning sign about their future together. How, Sara wondered, did Rick get all those women, Kiki included, when he was hung like a flea? Probably the money. Rick’s trust fund had carried him a long way, enabling him to stuff ten-dollar-bills down glittery G-strings and shell out whatever the going rate was for lap dances or private sessions with the balloon-chested catwalk ladies. “Choosier, eh?” Gent’s expression was alight with interest. He shifted position, not quite posing but definitely showing off the goods. “I wonder what you’d think about a man like me.” Okay, so that was going for the gold a little sooner than Sara had planned on. But why not? She’d known from the second she saw this pair of men that she was going to ride them off into the sunset. A woman didn’t just toss away a couple of male model types, not if she had any kind of sense. A small part of her mind told her that she was just rebounding from Rick’s betrayal. The rest of her mind voted that corner down and ordered her to jump Gent for all they were both worth. Sara coyly licked her lower lip, trailing it softly across the plump surface. She had a good mouth, one of her better features, and from the way Gent’s eyes were drawn
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to it, he agreed. “A man like you, huh? I’d wonder if he had a lucky lady waiting on him somewhere out there.” “I’ve no one except Niall. He and I make fine riding partners. Niall, don’t hang back now. There’s no reason to be shy.” Niall flashed Gent an annoyed look. “And how could I get a word in edgewise?” he demanded, his voice wonderfully low and gravelly. He shook his head, dark brown hair tossing over his shoulders and chest. His face was cut on more rugged lines than Gent’s, suggesting that he was older and had lived a rougher life. Not that Gent didn’t look like he could take care of himself. The two of them together… mmm. Sara felt her pussy start to tingle again, her panties growing damp. Seemed like she had an unexplored kink in her makeup, something that responded ever so nicely to the thought of these men kissing. Possibly doing more. Getting naked together, rubbing solid male hands over hard chests, reaching for one another’s cocks… whoo. If she kept on going, she’d need a cold shower. “Say anything you want,” Sara invited. “Don’t be shy.” She stepped closer to Niall, getting nice and personal, her chest almost touching his jacket. She marveled at herself. Just a couple of days ago, she wouldn’t have dared, what with being a foolishly faithful type. But with Rick gone, she was starting to feel like a wild woman. Niall -- and Gent -- were there for the taking. So why shouldn’t she just enjoy the pair of them? Damned if Sara could think of a reason. She reached up and tugged at the lapels of Niall’s leather coat. She wasn’t big enough to manhandle the guy, but she managed to drag him down into her personal space -- that, or he went of his own free will. “I’m not shy. Are you?” Niall’s eyes glittered. “I’m not the talkative sort, not at least until I get to know someone.” Sara wet her lips. “Oh, really? Tell me this. Does anything make you scream?”
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“I’m usually the one making someone else scream.” Niall’s voice twined around her like smoke, sending bolts of electricity straight to her pussy. Oh, yeah, she’d bet he knew how to make a woman holler Holy Hallelujah. Sara reached up on tippy-toes and twined her arms around his neck. “Is that a fact?” Niall nodded. “And not just once. Time and time again.” He looked up. “Isn’t that right, Gent?” Sara felt Gent’s warmth come up and blanket her from behind. The leather of their coats made slippery, alive sounds as he cradled her back and Niall pulled her flush with his chest. Gent spoke against her ear, tickling the skin. “We’ve had many a fine night with willing lasses,” he said, “but usually it’s his choice or mine. Hardly ever do we find someone we agree upon.” “And now?” Sara dared to ask, holding perfectly still. She wanted to rock her hips forward against Niall’s groin, or back against Gent’s prick, but she waited for what they had to say. Whatever they told her or what they chose to do would make or break this evening right then and there. “Do you both think I’m good enough?” Niall lifted his hand to tangle his fingers in a lock of her long blond hair which tumbled loose from the messy bun she’d tied it in while she was working in her kitchen. “I think Gent and I might be in agreement. You’re a bonny lass, aren’t you, Sara?” Sara blushed. She wasn’t used to compliments. But from what she could read of him, Niall wasn’t trying to butter her up. He meant the compliment sincerely, and that growing bulge between his legs underlined his words. Sara grinned coyly and pushed her hips forward, feeling the burning heat of his cock through his jeans. “Don’t do that unless you truly want this,” Niall warned. He swallowed as if his throat were dry. “After all, you don’t know us at all. We might be any sort of bad things, from killers to thieves to drunkards.” “I trust Ciara. She wouldn't have sent you if you were dangerous. Besides, I don’t smell whiskey on your breath, you haven’t pulled out a gun, and you haven’t been looking around for anything valuable.” Sara felt a heady thrill of power. “You’ve been
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looking at me. I’m going to bet that the only thing you want is a taste of what I’ve got to offer.” “And is that offer on the table?” Niall drew her closer. Gent went with the flow, shuffling so he could continue to bracket Sara’s back. Niall cupped her chin and rubbed her bottom lip with one thumb. “You’re the kind of woman who’s worth more than just a casual fuck. As pretty and welcoming as you are, you need someone who’ll make you feel like the queen you should be.” “I’m no queen. Just a commoner.” “If I say you’re royalty, then you are,” Niall insisted. “Gent?” “Oh, she’s a queen, all right.” Gent nuzzled into the curve of Sara’s shoulder. His tongue flickered out briefly, dotting against her skin. Sara moaned softly, unable to help herself, and leaned her head back into the caress. Gent laughed against her skin. “And so eager, too. What do you say, Niall? We came here for a place to fix our bikes, but I’m thinking the lady’s developed a personal interest in our well-being.” “Wouldn’t want you to suffer,” Sara said, feeling every inch a woman and so desperately ready for sex that the insides of her thighs were growing damp. Her pussy throbbed, hungry for a cock that would stretch her wide and make her cry out someone’s name. Whether it was Gent or Niall, she didn’t care. Either one of them would do, but with two she could definitely go for a second helping. That was, unless… Sara pushed at Niall’s chest, backing up a little. “You two are together, aren’t you?” she asked. “I mean, I saw you kiss when you got off your bikes. But you’re coming on to me like there’s no tomorrow. Are you gay, bi, or just open to whatever comes your way?” “We like a little bit of everything. And I like what’s in my arms. I want you like the last drop of honey in the jar,” Gent crooned against her ear. He took one of her slender hips in a rough, casual hand and pulled Sara’s ass flush against his groin and the swollen hardness within his jeans. “The body doesn’t lie. I’m with Niall, for certain,
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but the both of us are open to more than just man and man all the time. For a pretty lady, there’s always an exception to be made.” “Do you plan to make an exception for me?” Sara felt breathless, bracketed as she was by so much male heat and blatant desire. “A little nobody like myself?” “You’re not just any woman,” Niall reassured her. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special. You’re the sort of lady we -- Gent and I -- have been trying to find for ages.” “And this isn’t just some kind of line? Two men and one woman. Since the next few words aren’t ‘walk into a bar’, we’ve got an interesting situation on our hands.” Niall’s broad hands slid around to cup Sara’s ass. They felt good there, solid and warm, just like they were exactly what she’d been waiting for all her life. “If you’re willing, this afternoon is about to get a whole lot more interesting.” Rebound, a voice in Sara’s head warned her. She ignored it, focusing instead on the heat rising off Niall and Gent’s skins. Niall’s hands felt so good on her that only one thing could be better -- and Gent nicely picked up the hint, his arms circling her from behind and splaying open-palmed on her upper and lower stomach. “Relax,” he whispered. “I can feel you shaking. Are you nervous or excited?” He nipped lightly at her ear. “You smell divine. If I were to move my fingers lower, would I find that you’re as wet as I suspect? Soaking through some scrap of lingerie that’s begging to be torn away?” Sara took a deep breath, every nerve ending in her skin tingling. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Gent kissed her neck, sucking hard. “Anything to make you happy,” he teased. “Not that it’s a hardship for me.” His hand slid lower, dipping beneath the waist of her jeans and down toward her pussy. When he touched her sopping folds, Sara almost exploded all the way into outer space. She’d been throbbing and dripping for these two since they caught her between them, and her cunt was so sensitive that the first brush of Gent’s fingers sent her flying
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on an unexpected but absolutely delicious orgasm. More cream dampened her thighs as she came hard, then came again as Gent lightly brushed across her swollen clitoris. “Oh, she’s a fair one,” Gent crooned, his fingers stroking Sara’s labia. “So hot and so ready. I’m thinking she’s who we’ve been looking for, Niall, don’t you? Lovely as a fairy princess and hot as a devil.” “Let me try her out,” Niall insisted. “I want to find out for myself.” He touched Sara’s cheek. She regarded him through the haze of afterglow, dreamily admiring the roughly handsome lines of his face. “May I?” “God, I wish you would,” Sara said brazenly. She felt like she was in a movie, one of the better porn films, with herself in the leading role. They hadn’t even taken any clothes off yet, but this was already so far removed from the plain vanilla sex she’d had with Rick that it was going to her head. She planned to enjoy every second of this unexpected encounter. “Do it. Whatever you have in mind, you have my blessing.” “Fair lady,” Niall whispered. He bent down and his lips met hers in a tantalizingly slow, thorough kiss, his tongue lightly sweeping the inside of her mouth. Sara melted. Mmm, I like. I want more. When they parted, however, Niall went down on one knee, putting his face on a level with Sara’s pussy. “Gent, undo the button on her jeans. Pull down the zipper. I want to taste this sweet pussy while you work on her with your fingers. We’ll both drive her mad.” “Sounds like a plan to me,” Sara managed, her head whirling. “Get busy, Gent.” Gent laughed softly, then did as he’d been told. Drawing his talented hand out of Sara’s jeans, he made quick work of the button and zipper. Sara hissed as the cooler air of the room struck her soaking curls, sending fresh new tingles through all the sensitive nerve endings. Niall drew her red thong panties down, seeming to marvel at just how small the underwear was. “I’ve heard of these, but never seen them. They hardly cover anything.”
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“So I like to feel pretty. Besides, haven’t you ever heard about surprise presents?” Sara thrust her hips forward. “I believe someone said something about tasting.” Her pussy burned for Niall’s touch, both fingers and tongue. “Get on with it. We’re wasting daylight.” “Anything to please my lady.” Niall pulled Sara’s jeans and thong down to her knees, then nudged her so her legs were parted. More cool air swirled around her enflamed cunt, driving her wild with the hunger for something more solid. “This is your last chance to back out,” he warned. “Gent and I don’t plan to stop until everyone’s been satisfied.” “Who’s complaining?” Sara felt like a wild thing, free as the wind, dizzy with pleasure -- and she knew it could only get better from there. “Show me what you’ve got.” Niall looked up with his dark eyes, searching Sara’s face. She knew what he’d see -- a wanton with her lips parted, eyes glazed-over with lust. “You honor us, shining one,” he whispered. “Honor, schmonor. Get with the program.” “Such a hurry. I like that.” Niall put his hands on her hips, tangling his fingers with Gent’s. “Let’s see what you taste like.” He nuzzled into Sara’s pussy, nosing his way in first as if he were getting a good sense of the landscape. A hot, wet tongue flickered out to lick a quick stripe up her nether lips, all the way from channel to clit, making her jump and cry out his name. “Sensitive,” Niall remarked, his breath tickling her wet curls. “A fine quality in a woman.” Sara dealt him a glare. Here she was being wild and careless, and he was going as slow as if he had all day. Impatiently, she pushed her hips closer to Niall’s face, hoping he’d get the hint. He did. Kneading her hips, he dove back in for a deeper taste, pushing open the sensitive folds of skin and licking between them, his tongue rough and hard. He made a
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low, satisfied noise -- apparently she tasted good to him -- and pushed on, trailing his way up to her clit. When his tongue flickered around that sensitive little button, Sara jumped half out of her skin. “Niall!” she choked. “Don’t stop.” “He’s not planning on that,” Gent told her quietly, burrowing harder against her shoulder. “Niall never does anything by halves.” And it sure seemed like he didn’t. Niall waited for Sara to settle down, then got to work driving her out of her mind. He twined his tongue around her clit, tugging hard, then licked another long stripe down to her soaking channel. He thrust his tongue inside, licking at the walls, fucking her with his mouth. Sara began to breathe in hard, rapid gasps. She could feel a third climax rising in her, but she needed more. Her clit begged for attention, throbbing as if it were demanding its fair share of the fun. “Up,” she begged. “Higher up.” Niall took one last taste of her pussy juices, then nuzzled his way to her clit. He teased around the edges of her cunt, small kisses that didn’t come quite close enough to where she wanted him. The heat of his breath made Sara nuts. She was about to grab his head and push him into her hot spot when he gave a growl and plunged toward Sara’s clit, sucking it in between his lips and swirling around the nub with his tongue. “Oh, God!” Sara’s head exploded, pleasure rocketing through every muscle in her body. She started babbling, words that made no sense whatsoever but didn’t matter, chanting on and on as Niall’s talented tongue drove her past the next orgasm right into another one, the climaxes ebbing and flowing into one another without an end. He sat back, his lips gleaming with her juice. Unlacing his fingers from Gent’s, he slid them down her smoothly-shaven legs and stopped at the knee. “There. Is that what you were talking about?” His slightly Irish accent had deepened, adding a near-brogue to his voice. Sara would have melted if she weren’t already boneless from ecstasy. There was just something about accents that really pushed her hot buttons.
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Gent kissed behind Sara’s ear. “I think that’s exactly what you were talking about,” he purred. “And if you’re willing, there’s much, much more to come.” “It gets better?” Sara panted. She hadn’t ever felt this good, not even once. Her own battery-operated boyfriend didn’t compare, and next to it Rick and her previous lovers had all been disappointments in the sack. Talk about going from famine to feast. “What comes next?” “What do you want?” Niall shifted, balancing his weight of his heels. “We can do anything your heart desires. We could take you to your bed, or stay right here. I’ve had my turn, though. It’s for Gent to go next.” “Mmm, Gent.” Although she hated taking her eyes off Niall, Sara turned so she was facing Gent, looking up into his bright green eyes. Eyes that sparkled with mischief and glowed with excited heat. “What have you got in mind?” “With a bonny lass like yourself?” He readjusted his hands on her ass, squeezing. “I’ve a mind to see you in a bed, all this beautiful hair, just like sunshine, spread out across a pillow.” He reached up to undo the Chinese chopsticks that held her bun in place and tossed them aside, sifting his fingers through her hair as it fell past her shoulders. “You smell like roses and jasmine and woman.” He cupped her breast, treating it with careful reverence. “I want to see these bared for me to suck on and lick from one curve to the next.” Sara shivered with anticipation. Ciara had so been right when she’d said Sara would want a lot more to do with these guys than let them tinker around outside. She wanted them to get a look under her hood. This was definitely crazy, not playing safe, but it felt so good to just let go and race through the thrill ride. Who could say no? “Then take me to bed,” she whispered, reaching up to touch Gent’s silky red hair. It felt soft as satin, whispering across her fingertips with scarcely a sound. “I have everything we need in my room. Leave the bikes for a while. Let’s enjoy this.” “I’ll tell you what I’ll enjoy,” Gent growled, looking wicked. He lowered his lips to Sara’s. She automatically tilted her head into the kiss, sucking at his tongue when he
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slipped it into her mouth. He didn’t play around, devouring her mouth with the same appetite he’d shown when lavishing affection on her neck. Even if these two moved on, she’d have love bites and feel the presence of them in her pussy for days after they were gone. But she wouldn’t think of that right now. All that mattered was taking advantage of their current company. Niall rose up to blanket her back this time, reaching across to knead Gent’s shoulder. “The lady’s got a sound plan in mind,” he remarked. “I think we should take her up on her offer.” Gent tore away from the kiss. “And without wasting any time,” he agreed. “This is better than anything I might have dreamed of. She’s the one, Niall. I’m sure of it.” I’m the one what? Sara thought hazily. The question puzzled her -- but did it matter? When facing down the possibility of these two studs in her bed, everything else paled in comparison. She grabbed Gent’s ass, kneading through his soft jeans to the hard, tight ass underneath. “Eager, aren’t you?” Gent asked, sounding amused, although the sexual heat in his eyes glowed even hotter than before. “We’ll show you a time the likes of which you’ll never forget.” Sara tilted back her head and laughed. “Lead on,” she ordered. “Or follow me. The bedroom’s just down this hall, last door on your left. We can do anything you want.” She hesitated, an extra twinkle of naughtiness coming to mind. “To whoever you want,” she said slyly. Gent was no fool. “Oh, so you like the idea of seeing Niall and myself together? Does that idea get you hot, you wicked fairy queen?” Gent bent low to nuzzle against her neck. “Would you like to see the two of us fucking and sucking?” Hell, yes. Sara rocked into Gent’s chest and brought her hand up to mold against the back of his head. “I want anything and everything,” she decided. “Whatever you choose is good with me. I just want more of this. Take me to bed.” “As the lady wishes.” Gent reached down and lifted Sara as if she weighed no more than a feather pillow. “Last door on the left, you say? I don’t think I need a guide.
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We’ll get you in bed and show you the world, pretty one. One… inch… at a time.” He gave her a light shake. “Niall, follow us. Our lady wants some more attention. I think it’s high time we got past the foreplay and on to the main event, don’t you?” “Past time,” Niall rumbled. When Sara looked up, she could see Niall’s rough face alight with smoldering passion, gleaming with eagerness. “Let’s go.” “Race you?” Gent bounced Sara on his shoulder. “First one there is first inside our lady fair.” Niall gave a rumbly laugh. “It’s a bet. Hold on tight as you can, Sara. We don’t play around.” “Except when play is the whole idea.” Sara got a better grip on Gent as Gent got a better grip on her. “One… two… three… go!” Sara yelped with excitement as her two men raced down the corridor to her bedroom door. She bounced on Gent’s shoulder, squealing out her glee. This was definitely going to be one for the diary.
Chapter Three Sara’s bedroom door opened with a crash. Gent was careful not to hurt her, but his hurry was no less eager as he tossed her onto the softness of her thick, pale yellow comforter. She bounced on the foam mattress, laughing with glee, and looked up at him. Gent was definitely worthy of admiration as he shrugged out of his leather jacket. God, he could be something out of a woman’s wet dream. So broad through the shoulders, so narrow at the waist, and those legs… she hadn’t gotten a look at them yet, but the jeans he wore were so tight that she had a great idea about all the rock-hard muscles underneath. She leaned back on her arms and blew an air kiss to the man who’d been carrying her. “Are you ready for me?” Niall appeared behind Gent. “Ready for anything you choose,” he rumbled. “Aye. It’s yours to say what comes next.” Gent crouched down and pressed a kiss to one of Sara’s bare knees. “But if I can make a request, let’s have you naked first. I want to see that luscious body without any kind of clothing to interrupt the view.” “Mmm. I could go for naked.” Sara felt giddy. “But if I’m calling the shots, then you undress me.” “Which one of us?” Gent wanted to know. “Either. Both. It doesn’t matter.” Her skin tingled and burned with the need to be free of her tan suede vest and the rest of her jeans. “Just get to it.” “I was first in the room, so I claim the right to this,” Gent informed Niall. He knelt next to Sara on the bed. “Now, how does this work?” He reached for the chunky wooden buttons on her vest. “Do they open, or does the garment slip off over your head?”
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This just got better and better. “They open,” Sara replied, feeling a thrill of excitement as Gent’s talented fingers caressed the tops of her breasts. “One at a time. Go slow. I want to see your face while you’re doing this.” “As the lady commands.” Gent fumbled a little with the first big button, then made a noise of pleasure when it slipped loose, followed by a hungry growl as her cleavage was exposed. “None of those breast binders for you, eh?” “I’m small enough to get away without one. And it comes in really handy sometimes.” Sara wanted his hand on her breast, no more waiting. “Go for the rest of the buttons,” she ordered. “Get me naked.” Now that he’d learned the trick to the chunky buttons, Gent was quick to finish opening Sara’s vest. He pushed the suede off her shoulders, letting her shrug it off onto the bed, and dropped both gaze and hands to Sara’s breasts. Though small, they were full, their crimson nipples standing up hard and proud. She thrust her chest forward, waiting for a reaction. God, it felt good to be a wanton. Gent muttered something in a language Sara didn’t understand. Gaelic? The words didn’t matter so much, though. What she cared about was the way he toed out of his sneakers and shucked off his pants, and then feeling his big, strong fingers cupping her breasts and weighing them in his palms. “Delicious little mouthfuls,” he said in reverence. “Cherry ripe, they are. A man could die happy with his head pillowed on these.” “Less dying, more action.” Sara shifted position, raising herself up a bit to better appreciate the weight of Gent’s hands on her sensitive skin. “You mentioned tasting these. Are you going to make good on your word, or do I have to sweet-talk you around to the idea?” Gent laughed. “Give a man a chance to admire,” he admonished. “I’m drinking in the sight of all this beauty, and overcome by the thought that they’re all mine and Niall’s. But you, so ready to run, probably want something like this.” He lowered his head to her breasts and latched on to one nipple, sucking it between his teeth and
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giving the nub a light bite. The slight sting zinged through Sara’s body, from her chest to her thighs, and then to her soaking pussy. Gent didn’t play around when it came to serious playing around. He covered her breast from top to bottom with a hot rain of kisses, always coming back to her nipple and tonguing it until she was almost too sensitive to bear the pressure of his tongue. When she gasped and gave his head a shove, he was quick to back off -- and to latch onto the other breast, lavishing her with passionate affection. At the bottom of the bed, Niall didn’t seem inclined to wait for Gent to finish with his attention to Sara’s top. As Gent raised his face for a good, deep, wet kiss with Sara, their tongues thrusting aggressively against one another, Sara felt Niall’s rougher set of hands lightly massaging her muscles. Sara moaned, caught underneath the two men. She’d never tried this before, not once in her dating career. Rick had been up to the idea of a threesome, but he’d wanted another woman in on the act. Not Sara’s cup of tea. And why the hell was she thinking of Rick when she had two Irishmen doing incredibly sinful things to her body? Good riddance to bad rubbish, in her opinion. Niall slid his hand up Sara’s leg, stopping when he reached her pussy. Clever fingers toyed with her thatch of blond hair, twining in the curls and just teasing at the outer folds. Sara’s eyes flew open and she cried out. Gent stopped kissing her and turned to face Niall, looking at once both grumpy and amused. “Did I say you could go ahead with that, then?” “You didn’t tell me not to,” Niall replied impishly. “Besides, I don’t hear Lady Sara complaining. Do you?” Sara shook her head hard, to and fro. “Having a great time here. Keep on going, both of you.” She wanted more of Gent’s hot mouth, his hand kneading her breast, and Niall toying with her pussy. Two sets of hands were definitely better than one.
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Gent gave her one last, hard kiss, then raised himself on his arms. “Do you remember what you said in the other room?” he asked, voice heavy with lust. “You mentioned that you might not object to seeing Niall and I together.” Sara’s heart gave a double-thump. The idea of seeing these two devastating men together, touching each other, both cocks naked and hard, thrusting against one another’s stomach… oh, hell yeah, she wanted to watch. But first, she wanted to get fucked. Undulating on her pillows, she opened her arms to welcome Gent. “Inside me first,” she said huskily. “There are condoms in the bedside table. If I don’t get your cock in my pussy in less than five minutes, I’m going to scream.” Gent’s eyes glittered with excitement. “We can’t be having that, now can we?” Stripping quickly, he reached over and opened the table’s drawer. After a quick rummage, he came up with a foil square that gleamed in the fading afternoon light. “Is this what you had in mind?” “Oh, yeah.” Sara wriggled excitedly. “Put it on. I want to watch.” “You’re in charge.” Gent raised up on both knees and took his cock in hand. Sara’s mouth watered at the sight. Long and thick, full and hard, it was the kind of prick she’d only ever dreamed of seeing, let alone coming her way. Gent grinned, apparently pleased at her reaction, and pumped his cock with his fist. A drop of clear, sticky fluid appeared at the tip. Gent fingered the pre-come off. “Care for a taste?” he asked, holding out the drop of liquid. “I’ve got a desire to see you lapping these juices off my hand. One taste, Sara.” Tasting pre-come wasn’t anything she’d ever done -- no, it was hotter. Sara opened her mouth like a baby bird, letting Gent slip his finger inside. The come tasted both salty and bitter on her tongue, but heavenly at the same time. She licked her lips, eager for more. “Let me go down on you.” “Can’t happen, pretty Sara. I’m so ready for you I’d shoot with one touch of your lily-white hand. You’re a temptation not to be resisted, but I plan on showing you a fine
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time with what I have here.” Gent bent down to kiss her hurriedly, his silky red hair falling about them like a veil. Sara could see the light filtering through his red-gold locks, turning the world a brilliant sunset shade. “I’m guessing you’re a lusty lover.” “Come try me and find out,” Sara goaded brazenly. She spread her legs wide on either side of Gent, her pussy lips opening. Her own aroma drifted up to her nose, musky and sweet and all woman. “Don’t make me wait.” Gent groaned. “As if I could.” He tore open the condom and smoothed the latex onto his cock. “You’re so wet that I could slide right in.” “What’s stopping you?” “Not a thing that I can think of. Wrap your legs around my waist, fair Sara, and hold on tight.” He guided her calves into place and ran his hands down her thighs. “You are a wild and crazy thing, aren’t you?” Sara nodded, so hungry for the feeling of his cock inside her pussy that she didn’t trust her voice. Instead, she tugged at Gent with her legs, pulling him closer. The blunt pressure of his cock pressing into her vagina made her want to gasp and scream. He was huge, so big that it hurt a little at first, but her body wanted this so much that she rode out the first wave of discomfort and let herself adjust, internal walls stretching wide to accommodate his girth. He slid in to the hilt and stopped when his balls were flush with her folds, his breath heavy and thick. “Tight,” he managed. “So fucking tight.” Sara nodded. She squeezed his cock from the inside, adding to the pressure and drawing a curse from Gent’s lips that couldn’t help but make him laugh. And to make this even better, she saw Niall come up behind him, his arms around Gent and running his thumbs across the man’s chest. “Fuck me,” Sara demanded. “Now.” “God, yes.” Gent kissed Sara hard and began to thrust, his massive cock gliding in fast and dragging slowly on the way out. He used one of his hands to toy with her sensitive clit -- not too roughly, not too softly -- and began going on and on in that strange language.
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Sara could pretty much interpret the meaning of dirty talk in any language. New excitement coursed through her veins as she held Gent tight and rocked with him while he pumped in and out of her pussy. Her juices flowed, making the passage so slick that Gent could move like a dream, still a tight fit but absolutely the best thing she could have dreamed of. He was beginning to pant, the evidence of a struggle on his face. “Sara,” he rasped. “So tight. Can’t hold off.” Sara arched as he pegged her clit again. “Don’t wait,” she breathed. “Bring it on.” Her hands clasped at him, sliding on his sweat-dampened flesh and dragging long, light scratches down his sides. “Want to feel you come.” Gent thrust again and then made the beautifully ugly face of a man who was being racked with the spasms of an orgasm. Sara held on tight with her legs, pinning him in place as he humped against her, turning the air blue with Gaelic curses and the occasional word in English. Even through the condom, she could feel the pulses of his seed shooting hot inside her channel, jet after jet, more than she’d ever seen a man come with before. Ever so slowly, his muscles relaxed and he slipped out of Sara’s pussy. She moaned with disappointment as they drew apart from one another, but her dismay didn’t last for long. Gent rolled them both over until he was lying on his back, her tousled head resting on his chest. She could smell sex and sweat, man and woman, and knew she hadn’t been this happy in years. “Lovely lady,” Gent said lazily, stroking Sara’s hair. “Niall, if I had any doubts before, which I did not, they would have been laid to rest by now. Sara is marvelous.” “So she is.” Sara looked down to see Niall standing at their feet. His bulge had grown into an impressive-looking erection visible even trapped as it was by his jeans. “But there’s one thing she’s asked for that we haven’t yet provided. Are you game, Gent?” Sara felt Gent’s muscles ripple. “Do you even have to ask?” “What’s your answer, then?”
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“God, yes.” Gent carefully sat up, easing Sara down on the pillows. “Is this still something you want to see?” Sara rolled her eyes. “I’ve just had the best fuck of my life, and you’re talking about a personal viewing of a fantasy I’m dying to explore. Absolutely, I want to see.” She gave Gent a push. “On the bed, Niall. Let’s keep the party going.” Niall gave a wolfish grin. “You’re on the bottom, Gent. You’ve already gotten to dip your wick once. Now it’s my turn.” “I’ll not be complaining, except to ask why you aren’t naked yet.” The conversation between the two was free and easy, old lovers ribbing at one another as if they’d done this a score of times before. “Hurry up and take it off, take it all off. Let Sara get a good look at you so she can appreciate the likes of a fine strapping man like yourself.” Niall’s grin brightened. Moving with the grace of a dancer, he whipped his Tshirt off over his head to reveal a washboard stomach and pectorals so hard you could bounce a quarter off them. His arms bulged with muscle. He had hardly any hair on his chest, just a light sprinkling that Sara ached to reach out and touch. “Jeans next,” Sara commanded. “I want to see it all.” “As you wish.” Niall kicked off his boots and unzipped his pants. His cock fell out, even broader and longer than Gent’s. The thought of taking that inside her made Sara’s mouth go dry and her heart pound with anticipation. But no. This was for Gent, and from the expression on Gent’s face, he was one happy puppy at the sight of Niall’s massive erection. Niall reached down and stroked himself, big hand around bigger cock, not saying a word -- but then again, he didn’t need to. Gent groaned with pleasure and, with a final kiss on Sara’s lips, rolled over in the bed to get on his hands and knees. He grabbed one of the pillows to rest his head and forearms against. “Come and get me,” he taunted. “Let’s give the lady something to warm her dreams for years to come.” Giving Sara a glance that could have meant anything from seduction to warning, Niall climbed on the bed behind Gent. He ran his fingers down the length of Gent’s
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spine, stopping at the crack in his ass. “Lubricant,” he said abruptly. “Sara, do you have anything slick?” Sara blushed. “Actually, I do.” For those nights when Rick had been horny and sex was the last thing she wanted, she’d bought a tube of Slick so she could at least fake some interest and feel no pain in his rough penetration. She reached into her bedside drawer, fumbled around, and came out with the small container. “Will this work?” Niall chuckled as he examined Sara’s bottle. “Strong enough for a man and gentle enough for a woman,” he said, amused. “It’ll do.” Turning back to Gent, he uncapped the lubricant and drizzled a generous amount down Gent’s crack. Gent gave a gasp -- the stuff was probably cold -- and then wriggled, eager for more action. Niall obliged, spreading Gent’s cheeks wide and working the Slick in with quick and efficient strokes. “Wait,” Sara said suddenly. “Wait. I want a better view.” She scrambled around until she was perpendicular to the two men, who’d paused to let her get situated. “Now I can see both of you. Go on.” Her hand drifted to her pussy, twining the curls around her fingers. “No holds barred.” Niall’s eyes flashed with excitement. “Gent, prepare yourself,” he said thickly. “This is for our lady.” Gent groaned. “And anything for her that she might happen to fancy. Now get on with it. I’m empty without you in me.” “And I burn to fill you up.” Niall applied a generous coating of the lubricant to his cock, stroking up and down until he looked as hard as a steel rod. As Sara watched, he lined the head of his cock up between Gent’s cheeks and then carefully began to push forward. Gent made a choking noise and curled his hands into fists. “He’s not hurting you, is he?” Sara asked in alarm. “Gent?” Gent managed to shake his head. “More, Niall,” he grated. “Give me everything you’ve got.” “No going slow?”
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“Damned tease. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” “Your wish…” Niall trailed off as he thrust forward, one long smooth stroke that buried him in Gent’s ass. The two paused, shaking. Sara could only imagine how good they both felt. She’d tried anal sex before, but it hadn’t been with someone she really cared about. Any fool could tell that Gent and Niall were close, bound together tightly as partners and well-practiced when it came to loving one another. Her hand dipped lower, to her pussy, so she could finger herself while she watched. The soaking folds parted easily for her to rub and stroke, the whole of her vagina throbbing with building excitement. “Now,” she directed. “I want to see you fuck him.” Niall gritted out something in the same language Gent had used, grasped Gent’s hips with both hands, and then did as he’d been told. He charged in and out of Gent’s ass like a man possessed, apparently finding some angle that had Gent moaning and writhing without shame, begging for more, harder, more. Sara tugged at her pussy, slight shocks running through her. She could see Gent’s cock filling again, jutting out hard against his stomach. Whatever Niall was doing, it must have felt wonderful. The look on Gent’s face was one of pure bliss, his eyes opening wide and then squeezing shut. For his part, Niall was sweating, his fair skin had turned rosy pink, and his mouth hung open slightly as he sucked in air. “Give it to me hard,” Gent goaded. “Do it like a man.” Niall slapped Gent’s back as someone might do with a horse. He growled, indicating that he clearly wanted to take his time with this. Sara watched avidly, drinking in as much detail as she could, from the look on Gent’s face to the gleaming length of Niall’s cock as it thrust forward and drew back out of Gent’s ass. Niall paused, breathing hard, and reached beneath Gent’s stomach. He got a good handful of cock -- and Sara knew from first-hand experience that this was solid cock -- then began to jack the organ, hard and steady strokes up and down the length. Gent cried out and began to rock back and forth between the rod in his ass and Niall’s
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punishingly hard grip. The look on his face was one of drugged euphoria as he got the best of both worlds. Sara wanted the experience to go on for as long she could draw it out -- maybe forever. But all too soon, Niall had lost his control and was only able to grip Gent’s cock hard while he thrust in deeply as possible and began to snap his hips back and forth, sawing deep. He froze on a downstroke, the look on his face telling Sara that he was coming. Gent groaned loudly, pushed into Niall’s grip, and shot across Sara’s bedspread in milky-white streams of come. The two collapsed, Gent in the wet spot, both of them breathing hard. Niall brushed Gent’s shining red hair aside and dropped kisses on the man’s neck, murmuring in that strange language as they both came down off the high of a mindblowing orgasm. Sara couldn’t bear it any longer. Pressing down hard on her sensitive clit, she felt her body shake with the climax that she’d been holding off, feeling her limbs quake and her eyes roll back in her head. Juices streamed out of her, soaking the spot she lay on. When she could focus again, she looked drunkenly across at the two men, who’d withdrawn from their previous position and lay together, Niall spooning Gent from behind. “In faith, you are a remarkable woman,” Gent murmured. “Will you come here, Sara?” Would she ever. Sara tested her legs to make sure they were working, then scrambled over to cuddle up against Gent. She buried her head against his chest, hearing the sound of his fast heartbeat starting to slow down. Niall’s hand reached over Gent’s body to stroke her shoulder, big fingers rough and absolutely perfect. And to think, just a little while ago she’d been on the verge of swearing off sex for life. Talk about the fine hand of Fate. Lady Luck had driven these two up to her house on their motorcycles, and she wasn’t letting them go until she absolutely had to. “Do your motorcycles need to be fixed tonight?” she asked, cuddling closer against Gent. “Could the auto repair wait for morning?”
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“With a luscious armful like yourself to entertain ourselves with, how could we possibly say no?” Gent dropped a kiss on the top of Sara’s head. “We’ve been looking for someone like you. We have, for a long time now, ever since our old friends Ardal and Seanan got so lucky with your Ciara. We’ve searched over the whole of the United States, but we came almost all the way back home before we found what we sought. Had we but known you were here…” “Mmm.” Sara felt playful. “And just what were you looking for? What makes me the one you’d pick?” “Your kind heart, for one, even betrayed as you have been in the past, or so I think,” Niall came out with. “Your beauty and your eagerness to be with us from the moment we met. I felt the magic tingling between us when we locked eyes, and I know Gent did as well. Eh, Gent?” “Pure magic.” Gent pulled Sara flush against him. The warmth of his body was heavenly, and his hard muscles perfect to rest against. “Ciara told us we would like you. And oh, how she was right.” “Ciara.” Sara frowned. “How has she been? I haven’t heard anything from her in an entire year.” “A year?” Gent sounded puzzled. “It’s hardly been one turn of the moon since she came to Ardal and Seanan.” “Time passes differently here,” Niall said, as if reminding Gent of the fact. “What might be a few weeks to us could be a year for mortal men and women.” Mortal? All of a sudden, Sara was reconsidering her judgment of Gent and Niall as possible madmen. “You want to explain that to me, possibly using words I can understand?” She pushed Gent away, scooting a little back. “What do you mean, time passes differently?” “You don’t know?” Gent seemed genuinely puzzled. “Ciara told us…” “Ah, but perhaps she didn’t tell this bonny lass anything.” Niall raised up on one arm and pulled the dark brown strands of his hair away from one ear. The tip was pointed, a silver hoop dangling from the very tip. He seemed to glow with a sort of
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bizarre light, one that made him seem even more handsome than before, like a god fallen to earth. “We’re Elves, Sara. The same as the men your friend Ciara has taken as mates.” His voice gentled. “I thought you knew.” “Uh-huh.” Sara nodded calmly, then reached down under her bed for the baseball bat she kept there. When she had it solidly in her hand, she jumped out of bed and brandished the weapon at the naked men on her mattress. “Okay, I’ve been played enough for one day. Both of you get dressed and get out before I’m really pissed off.” Gent and Niall stared at her, genuinely puzzled. Then they exchanged glances. “I believe,” Niall said slowly, “we need to talk. Sara, put the bat down. We won’t hurt you.” “A little chat over tea with a couple of madmen. No thanks.” Sara waved her weapon as threateningly as she could. “I told you once, leave. Go find someone else to fuck with.” “I’m afraid we can’t do that, Sara.” A tendril of light snaked from Niall’s glowing body to twine around the bat. As it if were a lasso, it pulled the object from Sara’s hands and laid it harmlessly to rest on the carpet. Niall sat up, serious as death. “Like I said. We should talk.” Sara’s knees shook and threatened to give out from underneath her. “Yeah,” she said weakly, sitting down hard on a floor cushion. “That might be for the best. Let’s start with this one. What the hell is going on here?”
Chapter Four Sara sat on the edge of her cream-colored sofa, picking at the label on a bottle of beer. Not the highest-quality brew on the market, just what she’d happened to have handy. It felt reassuringly solid in her hands, cold and frosty. When she took a sip, the yeasty hops on her tongue convinced her that she wasn’t dreaming. Nope, not off in La-La Land. She was in her own den, facing down two perfect tens who sat together on her matching loveseat, each one with an arm thrown around one another’s shoulders. Twin beer bottles rested on the coffee table between them, both measures of warming brew more than half-drunk. She would have preferred wine, but the, um, Elves asked for beer. And after a fuck like the one they’d just been through, Sara supposed she owed them at least a draft of something they enjoyed. For their part, they owed her a hell of a lot more. She leaned forward to put her bottle down, wiped her hand on the leg of her jeans, and sat back with a sigh. “So, run that past me one more time?” Gent looked puzzled. “What wasn’t clear?” Sara rolled her eyes. “The part where you claim to be Elves, for Christ’s sake. Sheesh. The men of my dreams, and they turn out to be psychotics. That’ll teach me to let strangers in my house, no matter how hot they are.” “You think we’re hot?” Gent asked with genuine interest. “Duh.” Sara raised a hand in the air. “Have either of you looked in a mirror lately? Okay, so neither of you seems like the vain type, but I’m betting a crowd of women follow you everywhere to drive the point home. You’re over-the-top on a hotness scale of one to ten.” Her eyes narrowed. “And you use it, too, don’t you? Bowl a
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woman off her feet, have a great time, wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, and then scare her away with these bogus stories.” “You don’t believe us,” Niall said flatly. “After all that you’ve seen?” Sara shook her head. “The ears could be prosthetics. What are you doing, playing hooky from a sci-fi convention?” “A what?” Niall frowned. “I don’t think we’ve run across one of those yet. Gent?” Gent shook his head. “We were supposed to attend one next month if we hadn’t found the right woman yet.” He gave Sara a delighted smile. “But we’ve gotten lucky, haven’t we?” “Damn right you got lucky. More than once.” Sara sighed. “Okay, game’s over. If you two aren’t going to come clean, then this conversation is over.” “What about the baseball bat?” Niall asked. “How could I have gotten that away from you without magic?” Sara thought fast. “Either I was out of my mind from the orgasms, or you pulled some kind of sleight of hand. That light-show lasso didn’t exist.” She nodded, decided. “Nice tricks, boys, but I’m just not that gullible.” Gent and Niall turned to one another, identical expressions of frustration on their faces. They spoke in rapid-fire Gaelic, or whatever their gibberish happened to be. Feeling slightly buzzed from her beer, enough to be philosophical about whatever craziness popped up next, Sara watched them. Gent was excited about something, making emphatic gestures. Niall said much less, pulling his arms back and folding them across his chest, his face going stony. Apparently, whatever it was they were discussing, there was division in the ranks. Sara reached for her beer and took another sip, then one more for good measure. She plunked it down in the condensation ring and got comfortable, waiting for the two to finish their debate. When Niall had gotten the last word in, Gent sat and stewed for a moment, his jaw jutting out stubbornly.
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“Well?” Sara asked, admiring her own calm. “What’s the word from Mr. Elf Senior over there?” Gent’s faced flushed with irritation, which was borne out by his words: “Don’t be sarcastic. We’ve never been anything but serious with you, even when we were having fun.” “Oh, yeah. Here’s to good times.” Sara shook her head. “What is with me today? I should be digging out my shotgun and calling 911, but instead I’m sitting here like we’re on an episode of Coffee Talk.” “You sense that we’re different,” Niall broke in, accent heavy. “Something within you calls to us, just as something in us called to you when we parked in your driveway.” He hunched forward, knotting his fingers together. “We were meant to be together, the three of us. Gent and I have been hunting for the right woman for months and months of your time now.” “Riiiight, because time passes differently where you come from.” Sara could hear the sarcasm dripping off her voice, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. “That would be Under-hill, right? Where all the happy little Elves play with silver and lie around all day eating peeled grapes?” The faintest of grins tugged at Niall’s mouth. “You’re confusing Gaelic mythology and Roman history. But you’re not that far off. Life in the Under-hill can be a unending orgy for the senses that never grows old, or for some, a place to call home while they explore the world.” “Uh-huh. And you two would be a couple of those wanderers, right?” “Gent and I, yes. There are hundreds of others wandering the earth. Some older than time, and some in the blush of youth.” “So, the next time I run into a hottie, I should check for pointy ears and poke him to see if he’s stuffed full of bullshit?” “Sara, please. What do I have to do to convince you that neither Gent nor I are playing you?” Niall unlaced his fingers and held them open. His bottle of beer floated
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across the table to land in his hand. He lifted it and drank deeply. “Do you have anything besides this frozen American water?” “And he’s a beer snob, too,” Sara said, although she wasn’t quite able to take her eyes off the magically floating bottle. She couldn’t exactly blame that on sexual loopiness. Although the sight of Niall, even fully dressed, was definitely setting her on fire again. The man just oozed pure sexiness without even trying. And as for Gent? Sitting back with his red hair fanned over his shoulders, he had a face and a smile worth a million dollars. The two best-looking men she’d ever met, one of them the best lay in her life and another with plenty of promise, and they were nuts. Or making her nuts. The bitch of it all was that, crazy or not, she still wanted them. Niall took advantage of Sara’s moment of indecision. He got up off the loveseat and side-stepped the coffee table to go down on one knee beside her. “You’ve won the heart of two Elves,” he said so earnestly that she had to pay attention. “We don’t give our love easily, not true love. But from the moment we saw you, both Gent and I knew. You are the one for us, and even if you make us leave you behind, there’ll never be another. No woman could replace you.” Sara wavered. She knew she wasn’t the best judge of people -- Rick being a great big case in point. But Niall didn’t act like a liar. His expression and his hands were both steady, patient, waiting for her to speak her piece. “How do I know I can trust you?” she asked at last. “The last man I let in took over my life and then left me hanging.” “Ah, then he was a cad. Neither Gent nor I would ever do such a thing.” Niall took one of Sara’s hands in his own. Either he was hot, or her fingers had grown cold. He began to chafe her hand between his palms, warming it up. “You’re like ice. Are you that dismayed about what we’ve told you?” “It’s not like you turned out to be Seventh Day Adventists,” Sara admitted. “I mean, come on. You’re pushing all the boundaries here. I’ve stretched pretty far today. Sex with two strangers. Really, really good sex. That’s going a long way for me. But now you want me to believe in Elves?”
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Niall frowned for a moment, apparently lost in thought. When he glanced back up at Sara, his expression was both serious and curious. “Do you believe in God?” Sara frowned. “I believe in an all-powerful force of good.” “That’s a start. Do you have any proof that this force is real?” “Well, no.” “Yet you still believe it exists.” Sara couldn’t figure out where he was going with this line of questioning. “I do. It’s just something I know in my heart.” “So you believe in the unbelievable.” The light dawned. “Oh, no. No way are you trying that kind of crazy logic on me.” Sara picked up her beer bottle and drained it to the last drop. “Clever, though, I’ll give you that. Now why don’t you and Mr. Sunshine over there get back on your bikes and head off down the road to a gas station with an auto bay? It’s been an afternoon to remember, but I’m not signing up for any sort of long-term relationship with a couple of nuts who call themselves Elves.” She covered her mouth over a delicate burp. “See yourselves out, will you?” Gent started to say something, still in that odd language, but Niall cut him off. “All right,” he told Sara, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Just remember this -- if you ever change your mind, if you ever want anything to do with us again, just go to a window, look up at the moon, and say our names. We’ll be at your side as soon as possible.” Sara mentally put that on her list of things she would never, ever, ever deliberately do. “Sure thing. Mind if I drink the last of your beer?” She reached over the table and snagged Gent’s abandoned bottle. “On your way out, don’t let the door hit you where the Good Lord split you.” Gent sighed. “I’d hoped you would come around, Sara. We could have a grand life together.” “Bye, now.” Sara focused on the green glass bottle in her hand. Part of her wanted to cry from sheer frustration, and the rest of her was shaking its head over what
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a fool she’d been. Forcing back the emotions, she lifted Gent’s beer to her lips and listened to them head for her front door -- and stop. “Sara?” Niall asked, stepping back into view. “Sara, would you mind coming here?” “Any reason I should?” “There’s an oversized oaf coming up your walkway with a bunch of half-dead roses and a bottle of champagne. And a gun under his open blazer, in a shoulder holster, where anyone could see. Sara, is this the man you were talking about earlier?” “A gun?” Sara thunked her bottle down. “Oh, shit. Stand aside, both of you. Let me see.” Gent and Niall parted ways for her to push through and apply her eye to the tiny peephole. She groaned as she recognized Rick himself, just as described, walking a crooked line with a great deal of effort. He was even singing to himself, albeit badly offkey. Gent shot Sara a disbelieving look. “This is the kind of man you’d rather spend time with?” Sara dealt back a withering glance. “No, this would be another type of guy I’m not interested in. You guys ever had a run-in with the cops? If so, now would be the time to slink out my back door.” “You’re not going to let him in, are you?” Niall put a protective hand on Sara’s shoulder. She thought about shrugging it off, but he felt comforting and warm. “He’s drunk and I don’t think he’s planning on taking no for an answer.” “He’s also my problem, not yours.” Niall shook his head. “You wouldn’t swear to us, but Gent and I swear to you. Gent?” The redhead nodded. “We’re bound to stand by your side and be your protectors if we see that you’re in danger.” Niall banged on the door as Rick managed to fumble his way up on the front stoop. “She isn’t home!”
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Richard’s head wobbled on his neck like a broken daisy stem. He managed to blink owlishly at the door. “What th’ hell? Sara, who you got in there? You been cheating on me?” “Why, that bastard!” Sara seethed, lunging for the doorknob. “I’ll show him a thing or two about cheating, the low-down, two-timing --” “Stop.” Gent caught her by the wrist. “I have a bad feeling about this, Sara. Let us take care of the problem.” “Sara?” Rick asked, holding up the shabby bouquet of flowers. “Lemme in, Sar’. See? I’ve got roses and bubbly stuff. I’ll make it all up to you, baby. You know you wanna give me one more chance.” “Like hell I do!” Sara fired back. “Get your sorry ass off my front steps before I call the cops again.” Rick looked startled. Then the familiar look of ugly rage spread across his face. “Again? You the one who told the cops to pull me over for a DUI? I almost went to jail, you bitch. Open up!” “They should have put you in jail, or out on the side of the road to sleep it off. No way are you getting inside. Go home, Rick.” “No, no, no. First of all you won’t even let me talk to you. Now I find out you set the cops on my ass?” Sara watched in horror as Rick dropped the roses and reached for the bulge under his preppy blazer. “Looky what I found. A gift from the guys.” He pulled out a snub-nosed pistol. “See here? Now open up. You and I are gonna talk this thing out.” “Sara, don’t even think about doing what he says,” Niall warned her. “I hear someone in there with you, Sara.” Rick’s voice was twisted with rage. “You couldn’t even let the bodies get cold, could you? Who were you seeing on the side while I trusted you to be my faith -- faithful --” “Who weren’t you seeing on the side?” Sara demanded, just before Niall gave her a shove that sent her away from the door. He dodged as she fell, both of them in mid-air as the crack of a gunshot rang out.
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Sara landed in a tumble on the floor, gaping up at her door. The bullet had gone clean through the wood, leaving an enormous splintery hole in its wake. “What the fuck?” she whispered to Niall. “He shot at us!” “And he’ll do it again,” Niall said grimly. “Gent, are you hurt?” “No. I dodged. But, Sara, let us handle things from here on in. I don’t want you injured.” “I can take care of myself,” she said defiantly. “No one’s saying you can’t. But Rick isn’t going to do anything but hurt you. He’s not shooting with iron, so he can’t damage us past healing.” The cheerful Gent looked deadly serious. “Get back and let us handle him.” Sara chewed at her lip. “Exactly what do you plan to do? He’s drunk off his ass and thinks he’s Dirty Harry. And what do you mean, not shooting with iron? How do you know what kind of bullets he’s got chambered in that gun?” “They’re alloy, just regular bullets.” Gent picked a tiny object off the floor. “These are Glazer safety rounds. Maximum punch, major damage. He’s not fooling around, Sara. Now for the love of the Lord and Lady, get down and stay down. Please.” He darted in to press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you. We both love you. Trust in us.” Sara sat still, utterly stunned. Love? “You think you’re such a big man?” Niall demanded of Rick. “I’ll open up, all right. Then we’ll see if you’ve got the balls to handle someone your own size.” He turned the deadbolt and slid the chain free. “Bastard… stealin’ my woman…” “Not yours anymore,” Gent declared, coming to stand next to Niall. Shoulder to shoulder, they were broad enough to block the door completely. Sara tsked in annoyance and scrambled behind them, peering through Niall’s calves. Her mind was racing. She’d known Rick was a bad guy, but to actually take a shot at her? What if she’d gotten hurt? God, what if Niall or Gent got hurt because of her?
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Sara wasn’t sure of much, but she knew that the last thing she wanted was for blood to be spilled over a sorry son-of-a-bitch like Rick. Making up her mind in a snap, she tugged at both Niall and Gent’s legs. When they glanced down at her, she spoke quickly. “You say you’re Elves, right? And you can go back and forth between Under hill whenever you feel like it?” Niall nodded. “Yes, but --” “No buts. Take us there. Even if you have a face-off now, Rick’s just going to keep coming back and coming back. Maybe next time he’ll get lucky and shoot me through a window.” Sara’s heart beat in triple time. “You get us somewhere safe, and then maybe I’ll believe you about this whole magic thing.” Niall and Gent exchanged glances. Niall nodded slightly, and Gent grinned. “Sara? Sar’, open up!” Sara heard a dull banging, as if Rick were knocking the butt of the pistol against her door. “I’m not afraid to use this! You’re mine, and we’re gonna have this out. I’ll shoot the lock out if I have to.” “Now would be good,” Sara urged. “Let’s get a move on.” Niall and Gent extended their hands to her. “Hold on,” Gent instructed. “Close your eyes.” Sara grabbed on tight and squeezed her eyelids shut. She heard the sound of a second gunshot, had one moment to panic about whether or not it had hit anyone, and then… Then… She was kneeling in thick grass, the long stems tickling at her legs. Her eyes flew open. As she let go of Gent and Niall’s hands, Sara stared around herself. “I know I didn’t drop any acid,” she murmured. “Nothing but adrenaline running through me right now.” “So you see, it must be real.” Niall knelt next to her on one side while Gent got down on the other. “It’s a lot to take in, Sara, I know. But give it time. You’ll like it here, I’m sure of that. And you can go back any time you like to take care of business.”
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“What about Rick?” Sara hated the small tremble in her voice. She didn’t like being afraid of anyone. But a lunatic with a gun… she’d have had to be stupid not to worry some about that. “Right now, he’s unconscious on your steps,” Gent said after cocking his ear as if he were listening to something. “Neighbors have heard the gunshots. They’ll be calling the police, and this time Rick’s definitely going to end up in jail.” “And when he gets out?” “We make sure you never see him again.” Niall seized Sara in an all-enveloping hug. “I’m not saying life will be easy, my lady. But do you believe us now?” “Give me a second.” Sara stood up, supported by a bulky male arm on either side. She looked around herself at the trees, the softly rolling hills, and caught sight of a bonfire off in the distance. The faint sound of music, something lively and catchy, drifted toward them. “I’m really not dreaming?” “No. We are what we’ve always claimed to be. And for as long as you want, you’ll be safe here.” Niall gently turned her in his direction. “You’re the only woman in the world for Gent and myself, whether on Earth or in Under-hill. Let us serve you, love you, worship you. We will be your slaves if you only say the word.” Sara stared at Niall, and then looked over to Gent. “Is he kidding?” Gent shook his head. “You complete us, Sara. Sometimes it doesn’t take weeks or months to know when a thing is right. From the moment I saw your face, I knew you would be the one for us. Bide for a time, greet old friends and make new ones, and find a new home here where you’ll never be cheated on or thrust in danger’s way again.” He nudged his way between Niall and Sara and flashed his cocky grin. “I think we can keep each other entertained, if nothing else.” Sara laughed in surprise. “Okay, I’ll have to give you that. The rest of it, though…” She gazed from Niall’s dark eyes to Gent’s sparkling green ones. Both of their expressions held nothing but honesty and eagerness. None of the dark shadows she’d always seen in men’s eyes. They were what they said they were, she realized, and she’d be safe with them.
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She could even fall in love with them, if she wasn’t halfway there already. Squaring her shoulders, Sara took a deep breath and made up her mind. “Kiss me, Niall. You too, Gent.” Niall went first, cupping Sara’s chin in his hand and brushing his lips over hers, a kiss that would have been sweet if not for the naughty flicker of his tongue. “Promises to keep,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail away. Gent went next, wrapping his arms around Sara and holding her close. “I don’t even mind losing the motorcycles,” he said, making her giggle. “You’re worth a thousand of them put together. All that iron, besides. Gave me a rash.” “Sweet-talker,” Sara said with a scrunch of her nose. “I’m not denying it was a thrill to have that much power between my legs. But the only beauty I want to go on rides with now is the one standing in this pair of arms. You’re worth a thousand fortunes, Sara, and I can’t wait to show you how rich this world can be.” Gent kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose, then swallowed her laugh in a deep, hard lip-lock, lots of tongue and plenty of teasing. He cupped her ass in one hand and kneaded it, making her moan and draw up one leg. Memories of how he’d felt inside her flashed through her mind, making her hot and bothered. When Gent broke off the kiss to let Sara get some air, she rocked for a moment, and then steadied herself with a hand on either man’s chest. “All these people you want to introduce me to. Can they wait a few minutes?” She grinned slyly. “Or maybe more than a few?” Niall nodded. “No one even knows we’re here yet.” “Ciara. Is Ciara anywhere around?” “Oh, aye. She’ll be hearing about your arrival and come running to visit. But it’ll take a bit of time for her to reach us…” “Good.” Sara reached for the big man and looped her arms around his neck. “We’re having a welcome-home party, just the three of us, right here and right now. Then I’ll go face this Under-hill of yours with a smile of my lips. Do we have a bargain?”
Willa Okati
Elven Encounter
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Niall and Gent both laughed. “You’ll fit right in,” Niall promised as he began to ease Sara down on the soft, springy grass. He lay on her right side, and Gent on the left. “Thank the Lord and Lady for broken-down bikes.” Sara chortled, then moaned as the two men began assaulting her bare arms, throat, and lips with kisses. She reached up to touch both of them, marveling at the fact that they were real, that all of this was actually happening, and that she had a chance to start over again. A new life, with two men by her side. Sara nodded, satisfied and at peace with herself. Starting tonight, she had nowhere to go but up. Or down. Wherever they wanted to fuck, that was okay by her.
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