Rose's Renaisance

Rose's Renaisance by Berengaria Brown

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CONTENTS Chapter Chapter Chapter Chapter Chapter

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Rose's Renaissance by Berengaria Brown Dedication For the original Rose. Sorry about your leg, hon, but thanks for the awesome story idea!

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Chapter One I bet that bloody physiotherapist spends all day just thinking up new ways to torture me! thought Rose as she stomped up and down in the shallow end of the local swimming pool, dodging kids dive-bombing into the water while still keeping count of how many steps she had taken. "Two thousand steps back and forward, one thousand sideways, and then star jumps. Jumps? Me? The man's insane as well as evil," she huffed aloud, wincing a little as she made the turn to start back again, adding under her breath, "Two hundred and twenty. Only one thousand eight hundred to go. As if." A small boy in bright green board shorts sailed through the air, landing with a huge splash right in front of her. "Bloody hell!" Rose swore loudly, then added mentally, And if that bloody kid does that again I'll murder him. Right after I murder that sadistic bastard of a physio. She swiped helplessly at her glasses, trying to clear the spray from the kid's jump and took a deep breath. No need to be a bitch, Rose. Jeez you're in a shitty mood. Get a grip, woman. And it's neither the physio's nor the kid's fault your eyesight is so bad you refuse to take your glasses off, even in the swimming pool. Of course I'm in a shitty mood. My bloody leg HURTS! But I guess that's not the kid's fault. Or even the physio's. But— Oh, my God, look over there. Is that the hunk I saw at the rehab class? I'm sure it is. I've never seen such a nice chest, 5

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and his back ain't bad, either. Such a shame he's gay. The yummiest ones always are. She sighed. Rose managed to keep an eye on the hunky man in very brief, deep blue swimwear as she resumed her tramp up and down the pool. He turned around, seeming to be looking behind himself, and she noticed his partner—another very nice piece of eye candy—carrying a pile of towels and clothing. The partner was also wearing brief bathers, his in a stunning deep purple shade. His abdominal muscles were defined, a truly delicious six-pack, as were his pecs. Oh, man, he looks good enough to lick. Just as well I didn't see him half naked at rehab, or I may have jumped them both. Rose's belly clenched with need and her heart beat faster as the two men approached the shallow end of the pool. What wouldn't I do to have one of them in my bed? Or, better yet, both of them! Her rehab buddy waved at her and smiled, then came over while his partner left their clothing on a bench. Oh. My. God. He looks gooood! "Hey, you're Rose, right? We met at rehab. The Ghoul got you working out here, too, eh?" Rose smiled at the nickname. "The physio? What a sadistic bastard he is!" She laughed. "Oliver," he said, "or you may know me better as Fractured Right Femur." "Mine was the left," Rose replied. "Car accident?" "Nah, soccer. Made the mistake of tackling a guy much bigger and faster than me." 6

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"Kieran." A very deep, sexy voice joined the conversation. "And he won't be playing soccer again this season. Or next, if I have any say in it." Rose struggled not to giggle, then moved hastily as a small body landed almost on top of her, causing a giant tidal wave. Oliver grabbed her arm in one hand and Kieran's in the other and pulled them all deeper into the swimming pool. Talking happily, they began to pace up and down, and Rose didn't even notice as two thousand steps became three thousand. "Okay, that's enough for today," said Kieran, gently putting his arm around Oliver's shoulder. "I think we should put you and Rose in the hot tub for a while to make sure your muscles don't stiffen. That okay with you, Rose?" "Yeah, sure, sounds like a plan," she replied, grateful that Oliver's rehab program didn't seem to involve star jumps. They all walked to the shallow end of the pool again to exit via the steps and handrail, as neither Rose nor Oliver was keen to climb the ladder. Then they grabbed their towels and moved to the hot tub. Rose carefully ignored the sign saying clients should not stay in the hot tub longer than fifteen minutes when Kieran hopped out to restart the bubbles. She couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed talking to two men as much as she had today. And besides, her leg was hardly aching at all now, thanks to the warm, bubbling water. ****

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Oliver watched Rose's face as she and Kieran idly plotted ways to murder The Ghoul, or, as she called him, "that sadistic bastard of a physio." Laughter shone in her eyes, expressions flitted across her face, and she constantly waved her hands and arms as she sketched in the air the various possibilities of mantraps using exercise equipment. Her feisty attitude enchanted him and her sharp intelligence was a bonus. He and Kieran were so tired of being chased by airheads convinced that one night of hot menage sex would lead to a wedding ring. Rose was a multi-faceted woman who engaged his brain while making his cock twitch. And he knew she did the same for Kieran. He and Kieran had been together long enough to know, almost by osmosis, how the other one felt about people, and he could tell Kieran was every bit as attracted to this prickly, yet warm and beautiful Rose as he was. Oh, yeah, he wanted to get to know her better. Much better. And preferably naked. I just know she'll be as passionate in bed as she is in her speech. "There's a nice restaurant just up the block from here," said Oliver. "We would love you to join us for dinner. If you aren't too tired?" "No, I'm not tired," said Rose. "And I'd love to join you." "Meet you out the front in, say, twenty minutes? Or do you need longer than that? Half an hour?" "No, I hardly limp at all now," Rose replied. "Twenty minutes is fine." **** 8

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In the shower, Rose tried to restrain herself, but God, those two were gorgeous to look at, entertaining to talk to, and seemed genuinely sweet. Not to mention the way just being with them made her heart pound, her panties dampen, and her belly clench with the need to be filled by a hot cock. Or two. And judging by the bulges she had noticed in their teeny tiny swimwear, they both had very large cocks. "And, my God, they want to spend time with me. How awesome is that?" Logic reminded her they were gay men and partnered with each other, but logic could not stop her hoping they would turn out to be bisexual and interested in more than just dinner with her. She wasn't stupid. She knew there couldn't be anything permanent among them. But hell, even a onenight stand would be excellent. She'd had a sort of on-again, off-again—well mostly offagain—relationship with a guy from work, but that had stopped when she broke her leg. It seemed the thought of having to visit her while her leg was in plaster and she wasn't able to drive was just too hard for him. Two of her female coworkers had taken the time to phone her and tell her he'd been seen out at lunch several times with the CEO's new personal assistant. Well, whatever. She was certainly not heartbroken, and the sex had only ever been mediocre. But, God, she wished just once she could experience truly toe-curling sex and multiple orgasms. 9

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And Oliver and Kieran didn't just turn her on—so far, they were pressing every one of her buttons, and she hadn't even had so much as a kiss. "Get a grip, woman," she urged herself as she toweled dry. "No one has said anything about kissing, much less fucking like bunnies." Although fucking these particular guys did seem awfully doable. **** "Well, we've talked about movies, sport, and the weather already, as well as planning the perfect murder, so how about we play Twenty Questions while we wait for our meals?" suggested Kieran. WTF? They want to play a kids' car game? Shit, I'd be happy just sitting here drooling at their muscled chests under those tight T-shirts, and their handsome faces. "Yeah, right, whatever. Is 'Maybe' allowed, or just 'Yes' and 'No'?" "Only 'Yes' and 'No.'" "Okay, go for it." "I'm ready, start guessing, Rose," said Kieran. Rose wasn't an accountant by fluke. She knew all about math and statistics, and the only way to win this game was to structure her questions so as to eliminate as many possibilities as she could with each try. Ideally, half of them. "Is it alive?" "No." Hmm. Well, he could be thinking of Winston Churchill's cigar like on that old radio program, but I'm betting it's something more modern. "Is it a piece of technology?" 10

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"No. Aha. Maybe a place. "Is it is natural formation?" "No." Not the Grand Canyon, then. "Is it in the northern hemisphere?" "Yes." **** Oliver and Kieran watched Rose's face. Her eyes were shining with intelligence behind her glasses, and her brow furrowed as she planned her next question. Kieran deliberately kept his face impassive to avoid giving clues— years of playing poker with the guys at work were paying off now—but inside, his heart was beating faster at the way she was tackling the game. He and Oliver loved playing games that involved strategy and planning. Not for them the shoot-'em-ups on the computer; they much preferred a game like chess. And now it looked like Rose was a perfect match for them intellectually. Excellent! "Is it in Europe? "Yes." "Is it a capital city?" "Yes." "Paris." "Yes!" "And only seven questions, Rose, you're good."

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"Well, I figured you'd go for one of the major capitals, but I did think maybe I should have asked if it was Eastern Europe next instead of guessing Paris so soon." "Why Paris?" "The city of lovers. It seemed appropriate." Rose blushed and pushed her glasses up her nose. **** Two hours later, fucking like bunnies seemed a lot closer to happening. Rose's insides were a tightly coiled ball of need. Every word, every look, every touch of these two guys was sending her tensions spiraling higher and higher. They even made eating a sex act. One would glance at her, maybe raise an eyebrow or lick a lip, and Rose's heart would miss a beat. Her underwear was sopping wet, she was so ready for either or both of them. Oliver was chattier, had lighter moods, was more likely to laugh. Kieran was more serious, a little dominating, but his smile was deadly, and the way he raised one eyebrow and just looked at her was devastating. It was all she could do not to fling herself across the table into their arms and beg them to take her here and now in the restaurant. If they simply said goodbye and left her in the parking lot, she would die of unrelieved sexual tension for sure. But just then both Oliver and Kieran reached out over the table and gripped one of her hands. "Come home with us tonight?" "We don't want the evening to end just yet." 12

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"And I'm sure we can find some things to do that will not put stress on your leg or Oliver's," added Kieran with a naughty grin. "Thank God! I-I-I mean, yes, of course," stammered Rose, once again blushing fiery red when she saw the grins on both their faces. Nervously, she pushed her glasses up her nose again. They walked back to the swimming pool parking lot with Rose tucked up hard between the guys. Oliver had his arm over her shoulders and Kieran's hand was around her waist. They stopped at her car, and Kieran pulled her into his arms for a fierce kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth as his hips ground against hers, his cock a hard ridge against her belly, leaving her in no doubt at all about his plans for that evening. Oliver tapped Kieran on the shoulder. "My turn now," he said and slipped his hands over Rose's butt to pull her against him. Another hot, hard cock pressed into her as he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, oh so gently. "Tonight will be very, very good for you, I promise," he whispered in her ear as he pulled away. Rose collapsed into her car, her knees too wobbly to hold her up for another moment. She took a deep breath, then slid her key into the ignition. Tonight looked like being something truly special. And she wanted it. She wanted them. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Two Oliver and Kieran's bedroom was large. It needed to be to accommodate the truly huge bed that was centered against the back wall. Kieran moved over to the dresser to light some scented candles, and the soft golden glow from them and their lemony fragrance added to the atmosphere of the room. The bed had a dark blue, patterned comforter and plain royal blue sheets. Rose nervously pushed her glasses higher on her nose. She was thirty-three years old and by no means a prude. She'd had a few one-night stands, but never with two men at once. In particular, two men who turned her on the way these two did. Hell, offhand she couldn't even think of any one man who made her as hot with a single look as either of these guys could. "Relax, Rose. Nothing is going to happen here that you don't want," said Oliver, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her chin up so he could stare into her eyes. "I love the way your eyes change color. At the pool, they were gray but almost blue. At the restaurant, they looked very dark, almost gray-black. And now they have a greeny tone to them. That's amazing. Very special. And you are very special, too," he added, nuzzling her ear and dropping very soft kisses along her jaw line and behind her ear. Kieran moved up behind her and lifted her shoulder-length brown hair to press kisses along the back of her neck. "You can stop this at any time. Just say no, and we'll go sit at the kitchen table and eat chips and dip and drink a beer with you. 14

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But I would much prefer to spread you out on our bed and eat you." "My life has been pretty shitty since I broke my leg," Rose replied. "You two are the best things that have happened to me in months. I want this. I want you. Both of you. I know we're not talking anything long-term here, but I want whatever you two are offering. You both make me feel so hot. Anything you want, I'm prepared to try. And eating you both sounds like fun," she added, pushing her butt back against Kieran's cock, which made enough space so she could run her hand down between her body and Oliver's to cup his cock. Both penises felt huge and hard and promised an excellent evening's entertainment. Working like a well-oiled machine, the two men peeled Rose out of her T-shirt, jeans, and underwear, then slipped off her sandals. They undressed themselves very fast as well, and before Rose even had a chance to get a good look at the two taut asses their swimwear had hinted at, she was being led over to the bed. Oliver slipped the comforter off, and Kieran lifted her up and centered her on the bed. Then Rose was lying on her back with a hot, hard body on either side of her, and hands and mouths all over her. Oliver lay on his side and kissed and nibbled along her arm, paying attention to the tender skin on the inside of her wrist and the inside of her elbow. Kieran kneeled at her feet, lightly stroking her leg and lifting it up to kiss behind her knee. Then Kieran moved to the inside of her thigh and placed sucking kisses there until Rose moaned with the intensity of the sensations. 15

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Meanwhile, Oliver was playing with a breast, lightly kissing the underside of the rounded globe, then gently teasing the nipple with one hand while the other hand caressed her side, gradually moving across to her bellybutton. Rose had been stroking whatever body part of each man she could reach, but when two heads descended simultaneously on her breasts, and two hot wet mouths sucked her nipples deep inside, and two hands started playing with the curls of her pussy hair, Rose lost the ability to think. The need that had been clawing at her belly for hours took over her brain, and all she could do was gasp and moan and whisper, "More." "More, like this?" came Kieran's deep, sexy voice as several fingers sank into her cunt and twisted to scrape her walls. "Or like this," added Oliver, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. When Oliver finally lifted his head, Rose frantically thrust her hips up into Kieran's hand, saying, "I need to come!" "Well, come, then, honey," was the reply as Oliver bent his head back to her breast and gently bit a nipple. Kieran thrust another finger in her cunt, curving his fingers to press over her G-spot, and scraped a thumbnail over her clit. Oliver took over patting and stroking her as the orgasm rushed through Rose, while Kieran reached into the nightstand for a condom. He quickly rolled it on and slid into her hot, grasping cunt as the ripples still pulsed through her. He flipped her legs over his shoulders, careful not to put any 16

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pressure on the left one, and pushed deep inside, sinking in to the hilt. Rose gasped at the wonderful feeling of fullness. Oliver carefully positioned himself by her head with her neck resting on his good leg, his cock level with her mouth and his bad leg braced by a few pillows. Rose eagerly leaned forward to suck the head of his cock as Kieran stroked deep in her cunt. Oliver and Kieran pushed into her simultaneously, Kieran as deep as she could take him, and Oliver more cautiously until he realized she had relaxed the back of her throat to take as much of him as possible. The synchronicity of their thrusting, Oliver's hands on her breasts, and Kiernan's hands on her hips and thighs, had Rose's senses in overload. She couldn't think, all she could do was feel. And the hands and mouths and cocks felt very, very good. She placed one palm over Kieran's hand on her hip and lifted the other hand to fondle Oliver's balls. Lightly she stroked them, then rolled each ball inside the sac. She sucked him deep into her mouth, then ran her tongue along his shaft and flicked it up under the ridge around the head. Then, very gently, she scraped her teeth over the head as he pulled out. Again she rolled his balls and felt them harden and tighten in her hand. His cock felt longer and harder in her mouth, too. She sensed he was about to come, so she pulled in her cheeks and sucked hard. Kieran moved his free hand from her hip to her clit and rolled the hard little nub between his fingers. Then he tilted 17

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her hips up a bit more, which meant he could sink a little deeper into her. It was all she needed to throw her off the cliff into another pounding orgasm. The rippling and pulsing of her channel milked his cock and pushed Kieran to a climax, too, so all three of them came explosively within seconds of each other. The three of them relaxed onto the bed with Rose in the middle held firmly between the two men. Kieran stretched his arm out across Rose to Oliver, stroking the other man's shoulder. "That was excellent. Thank you," mumbled Rose, before drifting off to sleep, surrounded by hot, hard male flesh. **** About an hour later, Rose awoke to the sound of the men talking quietly. "Do you think we should take her glasses off?" asked Oliver. "Dunno. Better leave her be." "Her breasts are so lush and inviting, my cock is weeping from the need to suck them. But I don't want to wake her in case she doesn't want a second round." "My cock's so hard you'd never believe I've come already tonight. It wants inside that hot ass of hers so bad. Do you think she's up for anal? She's everything we want in a playmate, but I don't want to scare her off on the first night. She's smart, witty, and fun to be with, as well as hot as hell in bed." 18

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Rose was still half asleep, but the phrase "on the first night" sank into her brain and joy filled her. They wanted her again. They wanted more than a one-night stand. And hell, yes, she was up for a second round and anal. "I'm awake, and I definitely like the idea of Round Two. And anal," she said, grabbing a cock in each hand and squeezing. Two men gasped, then the cocks slid out of her hands. She was flipped onto her stomach and the nightstand drawer was pulled open so forcefully it almost came off its tracks. Cool gel was squirted into her anus, then hands began rubbing her lower back, her ass, and around her hole. A slippery, gel-covered finger slid into her ass and the gel was rubbed into her walls. Soon a second finger joined the first, and another hand was playing with her pussy and her clit. Rose's breathing became very ragged, and by the time a third finger was moving inside her, her patience had ended. "Fuck me, now," she demanded. Oliver lay in the center of the bed, rolled a condom on his cock, and pulled Rose onto it. She slid down on him with a sigh of relief and delight. Her cunt had felt so empty and now she felt so good. Kieran pressed on her back so she lay flat against Oliver's chest, and while Oliver took the opportunity to kiss her tenderly, running his tongue all around inside her cheeks and behind her teeth, Kieran slathered his condom-covered cock with gel, squirted more inside Rose's ass, then pushed into her dark hole. 19

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Very slowly, he inched inside her as her rectum stretched to accommodate his long, fat cock. She had felt deliciously filled with Oliver's cock in her cunt, but now, with Kieran's cock pressing into her ass, she was beyond full. She could tell Kieran was holding back, making sure she was ready for each extra inch of him. "Oh, God, that's so hot. Move! Fuck me, please. I can't wait another moment." Slowly the two men withdrew a little and inched back in. Rose twisted her hips, pressing the cocks against her walls and grinding her clit into Oliver's pelvis. "Yes," she whimpered and went to move again. But this time the men held her firmly between them and began pulling in and out of her together, pressing hard and deep, making her gasp with need. Kieran wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on her breasts so he could play with her nipples as he pulled in and out. Oliver kept his hands on her hips so he could move her as the men wanted, but thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, matching his strokes with their cocks. Gradually the men moved faster and faster, cranking up the tension and need. Rose's nipples were hard beads in Kieran's hands, she was moaning and panting with the intensity of the fucking, and both men's bodies were sheened with sweat when her cunt begin to ripple and pulse. Together they pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in as hard and deep as they could. Her orgasm crashed through her, dragging both men along 20

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with its overwhelming force. Rose screamed, her torso arching hard, her legs stretching and the toes curling. Oliver and Kieran held her tightly and rode the force of the explosion as every inch of her quivered and shook. Then with kind, careful hands, they petted and stroked her as she came down from the high. Kieran slipped out of her ass and went into the bathroom, coming back with some warm washcloths to clean everyone up. In a few more minutes, they were all tucked up under the comforter, cuddled together and ready to sleep. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Three Rose slept late the next morning, and after a shower she hurried downstairs, hoping she hadn't overstayed her welcome. Although she was pretty sure she hadn't imagined someone saying they wanted her for more than one night, she still couldn't help worrying that maybe she had mis-heard it and they would be embarrassed at her sticking around. The smell of strong, hot coffee lured her into the kitchen, and she stood a little edgily in the doorway, unsure of how to introduce herself. Kieran was making toast at the counter with his back to her, but Oliver was sitting at the table and noticed her immediately. "Ah, you're awake. Come and sit down. Are you an orange juice person? Do you like food? Or do you just want coffee?" he asked. "A slice of toast would be nice. And black coffee, please," she replied, sliding onto a chair opposite him and nervously pushing her glasses higher on her nose. Soon they were talking and laughing and sharing as they had done the previous evening, and Rose relaxed, feeling happy to be friends with these two wonderful, caring men, who had just happened to fuck her brains out last night and give her three stupendous orgasms. "So, how often does The Ghoul say you have to exercise at the swimming pool?" asked Oliver. 22

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"Two thousand steps backward and forward, one thousand sideways, and twenty star jumps every alternate day," groaned Rose. "Sadistic bastard," she muttered half under her breath. But Kieran heard her and burst out laughing. "And when are you going to do the star jumps?" he asked with a wide grin. "Absolutely never," was the firm reply. "Me, neither. But he obviously thinks I'm tougher than you. I have to do three thousand forward and back and fifteen hundred sideways. I told Kieran I wanted to ease into it gradually, so I'm just doing the forward and back this week." "How about we meet at the pool at four tomorrow, then go out for dinner again? You could bring an overnight bag and we could maybe go for a picnic or something the next day. Or do you have to work?" asked Kieran. "No. I still have another two weeks before I'm due back at work full time. I'm actually doing a few small projects for them online at home at the moment, so my hours are my own and I'm really enjoying that. The freedom is great," Rose replied. "What do you do, Rose?" "I'm an accountant. I specialize in taxes for small businesses, so a lot of what I do is on the computer. I don't have to visit the companies very often, unless it's to sort out problems or advise people one on one." Rose suddenly wondered if they would think she was a nerdy bore and pushed her glasses up her nose. 23

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"I love the way you do that," said Oliver, standing and giving her a hug. "You have the sexiest fingers ever." Rose was stunned. Pushing her glasses up her nose was sexy? It was these two men who were sexy. She was ready to jump right back into bed with them again. Well, at least she had tomorrow to look forward to. And walking up and down the swimming pool didn't look like torture anymore as long as they would be walking beside her. Or maybe in front of her so she could watch their ass muscles as she... Rose reined in her imagination before she started to drool. Tomorrow. Yeah that would be good. **** After Rose had left and the kitchen was tidy, Kieran sank into a huge, comfortable chair and pulled Oliver onto his lap. "How is the leg feeling? You're scarcely limping this morning despite all that exercise yesterday." "It feels good. Hurts when I move carelessly or put too much pressure on it, but really it's so much better now. It's definitely getting stronger. Thank you for being so patient with me." Oliver turned so he could kiss Kieran squarely on the lips. The kiss quickly turned fierce with teeth clashing together, tongues thrusting hard into mouths, and hands ripping at clothing with no concern for the safety of the fabric involved. In moments Oliver was running his hands down Kieran's bare back, pressing and massaging the hard muscles. His mouth sank onto the delicate place where Kieran's neck and shoulder met and his teeth nipped at the tendon there. 24

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"I want you. I need you. I can't wait," Kieran murmured, pulling his engorged cock from his pants with one hand while fumbling with Oliver's zipper with the other. Oliver disengaged himself from Kieran's grip and stood, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion and removing Kieran's in the next. Fortunately both men were barefoot, or Oliver's haste could have had him tripping and further damaging his recovering leg. Then Oliver was back on Kieran's lap, in Kieran's arms, his mouth locked with Kieran's and his tongue sucked deep into a hot, wet embrace. Oliver gripped both hot, hard cocks in one hand, rubbing them together, loving the exciting feel of his lover's cock and his entwined and throbbing in his palm. Kieran grabbed Oliver's shoulders, pulling him hard against his chest, so their nipples scraped against each other and their cocks were pressed into each other's bellies. Oliver held the two cocks together tightly, rubbing a finger over the sensitive heads, smearing drops of pre-come over each of them, running a fingernail along the ridges where the cockhead joined the shaft, all the while running his hands up and down the lengths of both penises, squeezing them together, which increased the friction exponentially. Kieran broke the kiss, then dropped little biting kisses along Oliver's shoulders. "Shit, that turns me on. Our cocks rubbing together like this." He let go of Oliver's shoulders and stretched his hands around to grasp Oliver's butt. He massaged and squeezed the hard muscles, his fingers moving slowly and inexorably 25

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toward the crevice between Oliver's ass cheeks, then first one finger, followed by another, slid into Oliver's anus. "Ahhhhhh," moaned Oliver. "Can't hold on much longer. Gonna come." "Come now. Come for me," ordered Kieran, twisting his fingers and pinging Oliver's prostate. "Yes!" screamed Oliver, hot ropes of come spurting from his cock. The feel of his lover's cock pulsing beside his, the hot seed landing on his belly and his cock, was more than enough to send Kieran over the edge. "Yes," he echoed as his cock pulsed in Oliver's hands. "God, yes!" **** After the men had cleaned themselves up and gotten dressed again, they sat back down at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. "So, how do you feel about Rose?" Oliver asked a little cautiously, aware that he was the one who had first seen her at the rehab class and felt attracted to her. "She fits right in with us. Almost like she belongs—like she is part of us," Kieran answered. "Ya know, it's weird. Always before, a woman has been fun to share for a night or two, but this one, it's like we're a jigsaw and she's the missing piece." Impulsively, Oliver leaned over and kissed Kieran. "That's how I feel about her, too. Like the three of us are one. But let's just get to know her more for now. See if it continues to feel like that. If she wants to hang around with us. 26

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"Do you think she wants to stay with us?" he asked. "I'm not good at reading women. Let's just roll with it for now." "Sounds like a plan." **** After half an hour of walking in the water at the swimming pool—they had been chatting and laughing too much to keep count of how many steps they'd done—Oliver and Kieran drew Rose out into the center of the pool, where the water was up to her neck and there were no kids playing. Two hard, hot bodies pressed close against her, and Kieran's hand slid into her tankini bottoms as he spoke quietly. "I can't keep my hands off you any longer." Rose gasped as a finger slid into her pussy. Her greedy cunt clutched at the finger, wanting more. "Someone will see us. This water is clear, you know." "No one can see anything," answered Oliver from behind her, his hands sliding under her top to grasp her breasts and play with her nipples. "You can only see down into the water from directly above or from close by. We're quite alone here." Rose pressed her body into their hands. God, she wanted them both so much and those fingers felt so good. "I want you both, too, but this is a public swimming pool. There are kids around, for God's sake." "Relax. Enjoy," whispered Kieran, and his hips thrust as his cock slid inside her.

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"Shit! We're going to get arrested for sure," Rose said, then the power of Oliver's fingers on her breasts had her nerves begging for more. Kieran's hands strayed around her hips, playing with her cunt, her clit, her ass. He made no move to pump into her but his cock inside her was huge and hard and felt very, very good. "Damn. You're not wearing a condom. Thank God I got that implant," Rose muttered as the tension in her belly climbed fast from the teasing, tormenting fingers on her body. "It's okay, I promise you Oliver and I are both clean. And I'm not going to come, you are. I just couldn't stay out of your sweet cunt for one more minute." Sure enough, the men's fingers worked devilishly, cranking the heat in her core until Rose was one, single, throbbing nerve ending desperate for release. "Come now," ordered Kieran, pinching her clit. Oliver used his instruction as a signal to pinch both her nipples, and Rose came, biting her lip not to scream with the thrill of the orgasm. Kieran quickly slid out of her cunt and tucked his aching cock back into his swimwear as Oliver patted and soothed Rose down from her high. "You're so hot, I can't keep my hands off you," he murmured, running his fingers through her still rippling, wet pussy and kissing the back of her neck. "I've got the hard on from hell here," added Kieran. "Are you interested in doing something about it?" 28

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"Oh, yeah," said Rose. "I'd be more than happy to fuck you both. But I really don't want to end today in a police station. How about—" "I have the perfect solution," said Oliver, grabbing her arm and moving fast for the side of the pool. "Come with me." Kieran grabbed their towels to hide an erection that threatened to burst out of his tiny bathers—and quite possibly would have gotten him arrested—while Oliver collected their sandals and hustled them away to the wheelchair bathroom. "You're joking," gasped Rose as he pushed her inside. "Nah. Oliver and I used this to get changed in the first time we came here, and there were condoms in the trash, so it gave us ideas." Kieran waggled an eyebrow in the way that always made her panties dampen. Except that she wasn't wearing panties, and her thighs were already coated with her honey from her orgasm in the pool and the excitement of fucking her men in a semi-public place. Adrenaline was pumping through her and her pussy was clenching again at the thought of having a hot, hard cock back inside so soon. And this time it would be pumping her to a satisfactory conclusion for all of them. Maybe she was insane, but she was so turned on she didn't care. She peeled herself out of her tankini, then pushed her glasses up higher on her nose and licked her lips as Oliver sat on the facilities and rolled on a condom he'd retrieved from among their clothing. He held out his arms to her, and gratefully she sat on his lap and guided his long, fat shaft deep into her hungry, needy pussy. 29

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"God, you feel good," she whispered and leaned forward to lick his luscious chest. It tasted slightly chloriney from the pool, but the hard muscle wall and slightly sweaty taste of him just turned her on even more, and she raised her hips to thrust him even deeper inside her. Feeling hot and full inside, she concentrated on licking her way across his chest, flicking the hard, flat discs of his nipples with her tongue, then tracing around his areolas. His nipples became hard points and she sucked them into her mouth, bit them gently, then returned her focus to his chest. Oliver had just the slightest covering of light brown hair on his abdomen, the same color as on his head but a shade lighter than the hair surrounding his cock. Interestingly, Kieran's hair color was almost the same shade of light brown, but his body hair was almost black. His eyes were a dark brown close to black, too, compared to Oliver's hazel ones. And there was Kieran standing beside them, his cock level with her mouth. It was still huge and hard, the head darkened to a deep reddish-purple, indicating his desperate need to come. "Let me help you with that," she said and put an arm around his hips, drawing him closer. She took his shaft gently in one hand, ran her fingernails down the blue vein along the side, then sucked him deep into her mouth, relaxing her throat and tipping her head back to take as much of him as possible inside. Kieran wrapped one arm around Oliver and the other around Rose, uniting them, then thrust his hips urgently. 30

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Kieran hooked a thigh around Rose's back, his foot resting on Oliver's hip, then the three of them got a good rhythm going of Oliver's cock into Rose's cunt and Kieran's cock into her mouth. They were so closely joined together that the simultaneous movements were intensely, powerfully erotic. Rose gently massaged Kieran's balls and felt them drawn up hard and tight. He would come very soon. She twisted her hips hard, then rotated them in figure eights so that Oliver's cock dragged along her walls, intensifying the pleasure for them both. "God, yes," Oliver whispered, digging his fingers into her hips as he thrust as hard and deep inside as he could. Kieran exploded into her mouth, his hot come shooting against the back of her throat. Rose swallowed hard, then ran her tongue around the ridge joining the head and shaft of his cock together, encouraging him to spurt hard again. Kieran leaned down and kissed Oliver—a harsh, all-male kiss of raw energy and power that made Rose's belly clench and her nipples harden to diamond-like points. Oliver thrust strongly inside her again and they both came, the carnal sexuality of the men's kiss more than enough to send Rose over the edge as well as Oliver. For a few minutes the three clung together, panting from the intensity of the experience. Then sanity returned, and they remembered they were in a public bathroom and a wheelchair patron could arrive at any moment.

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Chapter Four They ate at a small restaurant near Oliver and Kieran's house, where the food was delicious, the service excellent, and the atmosphere friendly. As always when they were together, they talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves greatly. "You've heard all about my soccer experience and how I broke my leg, but you've never said how yours happened. Car accident?" asked Oliver, unconsciously mimicking Rose's original comment to him just a few days ago. "Um. No." Yet again, Rose's face turned fiery red, and she looked down at the tablecloth before pushing her glasses up her nose and sighing. "This is really embarrassing. I was cleaning my kitchen floor," she muttered. "What, you slipped when the floor was wet?" said Kieran sympathetically. "That could happen to anyone." "Um. No. I pushed the refrigerator out from the wall to clean behind it, and it overbalanced and landed on my leg." "The refrigerator landed on your leg? Shit! You're lucky you only broke your femur. You could have smashed half the bones in your body!" gasped Oliver. "Yeah, well, I tore a few ligaments and stuff as well, but the hard part was getting the damn thing off my leg so I could phone the paramedics." 33

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"How did you?" asked Kieran, entranced at this whole new side of herself Rose was revealing to them. "The mop was right beside me because I had planned to clean the floor behind the refrigerator with it, so I used it as a lever and was able to pull my leg out. Hurt like hell, though," she admitted. "I bet it did." And both men sympathetically squeezed her hands, then deftly turned the conversation to their choices for dessert. **** Much later that evening, cuddled in bed together, Oliver asked, "So, what would you like to do tomorrow? I know we mentioned going on a picnic, but if you're not into the great outdoors, we could go to the art museum or to a movie. What sort of things do you like to do for relaxation?" "I actually like going for walks, but my leg still hurts if I walk too much, so a picnic that doesn't involve much walking would be good. Or a movie is fine." "Well, the weather forecast is for a nice day, so let's do the picnic," said Kieran. "Oliver and I have a favorite place that's very pretty with a great view out over the lake, and it's only about a five-minute walk from the parking lot. We'll save the movies for when it rains." **** The view over the lake was stunning indeed, with trees in the foreground, then the lake stretching out as far as the eye could see. Another plus was that the parking lot was off a 34

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narrow, windy dirt road, and they didn't see another vehicle or person once they turned off the highway. Oliver and Kieran took their picnics seriously, so they had a huge rug for them all to sit on, a bright, red-checked table cloth to lay on the rug, plates and cutlery, even stemware, and a basket of goodies that seemed never-ending. Cold, roasted chicken and salad were followed by blueberry muffins, then a choice of cheeses and fresh fruit. Rose lay back on the rug holding her tummy and said, "I can't move. You may have to roll me back to the car after this meal." "Since we can't go for a walk to exercise off the calories, we'll just have to think of something we can do here on the rug instead," said Kieran with his trademark eyebrow lift. "Ya know, I had a feeling you would say something like that! You men are insatiable." Rose giggled. "But what if someone comes by?" "Listen to how quiet it is here. We would hear their car pull up long before they walked down the path," answered Oliver, leaning over her and kissing her lips. "Hmm, tasty cheese and a hint of watermelon. Yum!" Rose enthusiastically kissed him back, then held out her arms for Kieran to join them. The three were in no hurry, and this time their lovemaking was very, very slow and gentle, only gradually increasing in intensity. The three kissed for a long time, soft butterfly kisses on faces, hands, and arms, eventually becoming more targeted, deeper, and harder open-mouthed kisses. 35

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Light touches on skin and over clothing increased in frequency and purpose until hands were sliding under garments, desperate to reach bare skin. Finally, the three ended up on their sides in almost a triangle formation, pants around their ankles. Kieran's head was buried in Rose's cunt, her mouth stretched around Oliver's cock, and Oliver enthusiastically sucked Kieran's cock. Kieran's hands were on Rose's breasts, touching, teasing, tweaking, and tormenting her nipples. One of his feet was doing similar action to Oliver's balls. "Easy to tell you aren't recovering from a broken leg," Oliver managed to gasp. Gradually the joking and playing stopped, the tension built, and each concentrated on bringing the others to a climax. "Jeez, you have a talented mouth," Rose complimented Kieran. "You're both amazing people. That is the best picnic I've ever been on." She turned and kissed both men passionately, tasting each other on their mouths. "Shit, that's erotic," she added. "Oh yeah," Oliver replied, running his hands over her breasts and down her sides. "This has been a wonderful day." **** The next day, life was not looking so good. Rose received a phone call from the physiotherapist saying he was not happy with her latest MRI, her leg was not healing as fast as it should be, and she should return for an updated physiotherapy program at two-thirty p.m. 36

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When she phoned the men to tell them she wouldn't be at the pool that afternoon, Oliver quickly decided to take the day off too and come with her. Kieran had a business lunch he had to attend, but he promised to be there to meet her when she came out of the physio appointment. **** "That sadistic bastard. I bet he spent days just thinking up this program to torture me. I'm gonna murder the motherfucking—" Kieran grinned widely as Rose and Oliver stepped out of the elevator, and raised an eyebrow over Rose's head at Oliver. "Star jumps?" he asked quizzically. Oliver held up a thick booklet that looked rather battered. "She threw it in the trash the moment we came out of his office. An hour of intensive, targeted exercises at the gym every day." Trying hard not to laugh, Kieran took Rose's other arm and spoke soothing nonsense words as she continued to let off steam all the way to the parking lot. But when she had calmed down and he was able to hear from the two of them exactly what the physio had said, it became clear the situation with Rose's leg really was not a laughing matter. The bone was healing well, but the torn tendons and ligaments and muscles were not behaving as they should. Rose really did need to pay attention to the exercises in the booklet and work on strengthening her leg. Otherwise, not only would the pain persist, but because she was not standing and walking properly, she could damage her hip. 37

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So at six-thirty the next morning, Kieran and Oliver frogmarched Rose in the door of the gym, then alternately coaxed, cajoled, and bullied her through the series of exercises the physio had assigned. And Rose sweated and swore her way through the booklet—a booklet the men were careful to keep out of her reach, especially when her language became particularly colorful. But by the end of the week, Rose had to admit that although her muscles were tired, her leg was not aching as badly as before, and did, in fact, feel a little stronger. She was even able to smile at one of the gym regulars who wanted to know who the "sadistic bastard" was she kept threatening to murder. **** After a full week of intense physio, they all agreed to take the day off and do something fun. Rose was very aware that she was due back at work full time soon, and her fun and games with the men would be greatly curtailed. Oliver would be returning to work a week after her, and Kieran, who had been working reduced hours to help care for Oliver, would be back full time then, too. Rose could see this exciting, sexy interlude in her life fast coming to an end. And she was going to miss the men. Dreadfully. Not just for the sex, which was truly stupendous— but also for the friendship and the fun times they had simply hanging out together.

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So she was really looking forward to their day off together and keenly anticipating whatever the men had planned for them to do. **** "A scavenger hunt? Are you serious?" "Oh, yeah. This one is huge fun, and it's not just a college student type of thing. You sign up on the Internet—and I signed the three of us up as a team—then you get eight hours to take photos of as many things on your list as possible. And to prove they're your photos, not just ones you've taken off the web, you have to include your team mascot in every one." "Team mascot?" "Yeah. We find out what that is when we sign in to say we are ready to roll on our eight-hour quest." Rose felt a bit like she was at a tennis match, her head flipping from Kieran to Oliver and back to Kieran. But she pushed her glasses up her nose and said, "Okay. I'll give it a go. What do I have to do?" "It's more needing to be prepared. Bring comfortable walking shoes, a sunhat, and a thick sweater in case of weather changes. I'll get us a basket of food, and Kieran is packing a box of handy things we might need." "Things we might need?" Now Rose was feeling like an echo but she was still a bit confused. "Yeah, you know, bolt cutters—" "Bolt cutters?" 39

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"Oh, honey, he's teasing you. Spare camera batteries, flashlight and batteries for it, cell phone charger, stuff like that." "Okay." Rose dressed in her most comfortable jeans and gym shoes, and layers—a T-shirt under a long-sleeved shirt, with a jacket and sweater in her bag in case of need. She grabbed sunscreen and a hat, insect repellent, her laptop, a notepad and pens, and a couple of bottles of water. She felt she was as well prepared as she could be for something where she didn't know what she was doing. She was back at Kieran and Oliver's house in time for them to log on to the Scavenger Hunt site, sign in, and download their list of things to find and photograph in the next eight hours. Their team mascot was a head of broccoli. "Broccoli? What kind of a mascot is broccoli?" she asked. "The kind we have to go to the grocery store and buy before we can start. Come on." Kieran grabbed her arm, hauling her out to their SUV, which had been filled with gas and loaded with food, blankets, pillows, and a tub of odds and ends. Rose dropped her own bag onto the backseat, slid in the front between Kieran, who was driving, and Oliver, who was taking the first shift as navigator, and they were off. It was a day of fun. Some of their targets were easy to find, like a McDonald's playground slide—well, comparatively easy. The first McDonald's they stopped at didn't have a slide. At the second one, they raced into the building, and Rose 40

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posed on the slide holding the broccoli in her hands as Kieran snapped a couple of photos. Other items were harder to find. "A leech? A leech? Where the bloody hell am I supposed to find a leech?" "Um, a swamp?" Rose answered Kieran hesitantly. "The nearest one is hours away. We haven't got enough time," he replied, checking the clock on the dashboard. "One of those natural health clinic places will have one," said Oliver, scrolling through his cell phone. "Look here!" They were off again, and this time it was Oliver pictured with a leech sitting on the broccoli stalk. After seven hours and fifty-five minutes, they were all exhausted but had achieved one hundred and fifty items on their list. Triumphantly, they emailed their file back to the website with two minutes to spare. "That was fun!" said Rose. "So, what do we do now? "Find the nearest motel and sleep for a week," suggested Oliver. "It's too far to go home now." "Sounds like a plan," said Kieran, heading back to the highway. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Five But once they had arrived at the motel, eaten a meal, showered, and changed, suddenly none of them wanted to sleep. "Have you ever thought of shaving your pussy?" Oliver asked Rose. "Well, yeah, sorta. Some of my friends have done the Brazilian wax thing, and others shave for special occasions and stuff," Rose replied. "What about you? I notice men sometimes shave down there these days, too." All the air seemed to suddenly be sucked out of the room, and there was a moment of tense anticipation. "Oh, God, yeah, let's do it," said Kieran. "Let's all shave each other. Man, that would be so hot." "Would you let us? Can we shave your pretty pussy?" asked Oliver. "That means I get to shave you both, though, doesn't it?" Rose confirmed the rules. "Oh, yeah. We'll all do each other." Rose nodded slowly, then pushed her glasses up her nose. "Hell, yes, let's do it." The men rummaged through their luggage to come up with a razor and shaving cream, while Rose upended the ice bucket and filled it with warm, soapy water. She grabbed all the washcloths from the bathroom and a couple of towels, then came back to the bedroom and undressed. 42

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Both the men were naked and waiting, their cocks already standing at attention, anticipating this new game. Rose placed a towel on the bed, then sat on it, while Kieran shoved a couple of pillows behind her for support and dragged a chair close to the bed, right between her legs. The men lavishly anointed her pussy with shaving cream, then very carefully began to shave away her curls. When the top was naked, they became even more gentle and cautious, softly holding her outer lips and fastidiously removing every tiny hair. From time to time, a finger would gently rub across her clit or slip into that sensitive area between her slit and her anus, and Rose's breath grew harsh and ragged as heat coiled in her belly and her cunt began to drip its cream. "That is so sexy," she whispered. Oliver rinsed her naked cunt clean and Kieran patted it dry. Both pressed tiny kisses on the newly exposed flesh, and Rose's nerves fired up. "I want to come," she breathed. "Wait. Wait until we're all done. The waiting will make the orgasm that much more powerful," replied Kieran. Rose nodded. She knew he was correct, but it was going to be hard to control herself until then. When Rose was finished, Kieran washed the razor and the ice bucket out and came back with fresh, warm, soapy water. Rose moved the used washcloths to one side and sprayed shaving cream all around Oliver's cock. Then she shaved a heart-shaped pattern with the cock as the centerpiece. Kieran was next and tipped Oliver's legs back over his shoulders so 43

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he could shave around his lover's anus. Finally, they put Oliver's legs down and carefully removed the remaining hair. Rose's cunt was dripping with cream and her belly clenched hard with the need to come. She could see both men were as aroused as she—their cocks were huge and hard, the heads deep red. Kieran's cock was straining upward, and she knew she would need to be careful as she shaved him or he would explode like a firecracker. They all traded places and shaved Kieran. By now they were experienced at how to do it, and so needy they refrained from playing. They were all eager to move on to the next stage. So eager that they didn't even tidy up when they finished. As soon as Kieran's hairless genitals were dried, they shoved the towels and equipment onto the nightstand and tumbled onto the bed in a frenzy of arms, legs, and bodies wanting to fuck. There was a brief stop as Kieran jumped up to grab some condoms and lube from their luggage, but very quickly he had sunk his cock deep inside Rose, and Oliver was stretching her ass ready to take his cock. "Hurry," she whimpered. "I need you both inside me. I'm so hot and horny and I want you both inside when I come." Oliver hastily dropped the lube and climbed behind Rose. Kieran pulled her flat against his body and Oliver pressed his cock at her anus. It opened wide, welcoming him inside. "Yes!" breathed Oliver, holding Kieran's shoulders so Rose was sandwiched tightly between them. Kieran pulled out as Oliver pressed in, then the men alternated. Rose's newly bare 44

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pussy was so sensitive that she was gasping for relief in just a few strokes. "Hold it back. Wait for us. The orgasm will be better if you do," ordered Kieran. "God, I'm trying, but I can't hold on much longer," she wailed. The men thrust more purposefully. "I'm coming," shrieked Rose, and her pussy contracted with ripples and waves and pulses. They drove into her in unison now, hard and fast, their harsh panting indicating how close they were to coming, too. Rose's orgasm went on and on, her contractions milking the men's cocks, and suddenly they both came. She felt their semen spurt in the thin latex in her cunt and in her ass simultaneously, the hot seed another erotic sensation heightening her experience. Although she would have sworn she was still orgasming, she was thrown into an even stronger climax. Rose screamed at the intense pleasure, her entire body spasming, every part of her bursting with the earthquake force of this second climax. The men held her tightly, kissing, petting and stroking her down from the high. "My God, that was awesome," Rose whispered hoarsely and blacked out. **** "Shit! What do we do now?" asked Oliver. "Clean her up and let our woman sleep it off." 45

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So Oliver tenderly laid her glasses on the nightstand while Kieran took all the used washcloths into the bathroom and came back with a warm, damp towel to wipe the sweat from her body. They tidied up the mess, took quick showers, then slipped into bed beside Rose and curled themselves around her body. Both fell asleep very quickly, and neither of them commented on the fact that Kieran had called her "their" woman. **** None of them had thought to bring their gym clothes with them, so six-thirty the next morning found a tired and grumpy Rose sweating and swearing at the gym in a toolarge pair of Oliver's boxers with her T-shirt. "I don't see what the magic is about six-thirty," she groused. "Nine would be a lot more civilized, and I could have worn my own shorts." "Yeah, but you need to keep up the program, maintain the discipline of the exercises," said Kieran. "And the likelihood of you turning up was not high. You'd have gone straight back to bed," added Oliver. Rose had to grin. They knew her too well. She probably would have. "Sadistic bastards," she replied. They all laughed, then the men conscientiously made her focus on her exercises. **** Oliver wouldn't upset her by telling her, but both he and Kieran had noticed her leg seemed stronger the last few days. 46

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Of course it was probably too early to be sure, but he believed these exercises were helping her. Not that he would risk life and limb by pointing it out to her while she was at the gym. She was quite capable of throwing the weights at him, and she was deadly accurate with the things she threw. But maybe after a little hot loving they could both break it to her. As usual, they both stayed with her for the hour, making sure she did every exercise on the day's program which they had long since memorized, not trusting her not to "lose" the despised booklet. Then they hustled her into the car, saying she could shower at home. **** Instead of a shower, though, Kieran filled the tub and suggested they have a bath. Rose wasn't sure how that would work. Yes, it was a large tub, and she had no doubt the men had shared it many times, but fitting three people in she wasn't so sure about. "Stop thinking and get in," ordered Kieran as she stood in the doorway pushing her glasses up her nose. "Are you sure this will work?" Rose replied, slowly taking off the borrowed boxers. "Of course," he replied. So she stepped into the water. The water was scented with something delicate. Lemon, she realized, the same scent as the candles on her first night with these men. Men who had come to mean so much more to her than just bed mates. They seemed to have been part of her life for longer than two weeks. They'd infiltrated many of her days as well as her 47

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nights, and every day they said and did things that meant so much to her. Like the way they accompanied her to the gym. They were a lot more than personal trainers or even a cheer squad. They embodied elements of both and even, at times, touches of that sadistic bastard of a physio, but they also showed genuine care for her, a true desire for her to be healed and whole again. "Shit! I love them. I actually, genuinely, love them. And any minute now they'll decide our playtime is over and it's time for me to go on alone. And I'll die. I can't bear to leave them." Determinedly, Rose pushed her glasses up her nose, took a deep breath, and looked at the men. Kieran sat at one end of the tub, his legs spread wide apart and pressed against the sides of the tub, his cock bouncing cheekily straight up out of the water. Oliver sat at the other end of the tub, his head resting on the ledge. His legs were spread but were inside Kieran's legs. His hand was clenched around his cock, which was also standing up straight. "Sit between my legs," instructed Kieran. Before she'd broken her leg, Rose would have had no hesitation in simply crossing her legs and sitting straight down. These days she was less sure of herself, so she grabbed a hold of the side of the tub and sat more gingerly, her legs not crossed, but together to fit inside Oliver's. "Open your legs," said Oliver, and he slid one of his between hers, his toes going unerringly to her naked cunt and playing with her pussy. 48

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"Feel how much more sensitive your skin is there now? How much sexier every little touch feels?" he asked. Her breath hitched and she nodded. Oliver was still relaxed against his end of the tub. Kieran's hands came around her breasts and began to play with them. "Two perfect handfuls," he whispered, dropping light kisses on her neck. "Two sexy nipples," he added, rolling them between his fingers. Rose shuddered as heat started to build inside her. A toe pressed against her clit as Oliver began teasing her there in earnest. His toes slid along her labia, slipping in between them every now and again, then withdrawing to play around the edges some more. Rose's breathing became ragged, and she rested her head against Kieran's chest. He dropped his head to kiss along her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and her jaw line. His hands became rougher on her breasts, squeezing and pressing and molding, pulling on her nipples. Rose found herself grabbing his hands, pressing her palms to them, wanting more. Oliver slid up the tub, his toes still hard against her clit. His hands joined in touching her body, gripping her hips, sliding across her belly. "Do you like this?" he whispered. "More," she begged. "I want you to fuck me." "No, not now," replied Kieran. "I think we'll play some more." 49

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The men lifted her hips up and Oliver's mouth was on her cunt, his lips sucking and teasing her labia, his tongue rubbing over her clit, then pushing inside her cunt. Someone's hands were on her ass: a finger was pushing inside. She felt gel and then something cool and hard. A butt plug. Rose's hands grabbed frantically at her men, her fingers tangling in their hair. "I want to come," she begged. Hands played with her pussy. The sensitive, newly naked skin was alive to every touch and her clit seemed even more responsive than usual. Fingers thrust inside her cunt and curved up to scrape across her G-spot. Other fingers pressed on her clit, and she came in a sizzling burst of sensation. Kieran lifted her out of the tub, Oliver grabbed an armload of towels, and they moved into the bedroom. Latex snapped and she was sliding onto Oliver's cock. He rolled her onto her side, pulling her left leg out of the way so Kieran could take out the butt plug and push deep into her ass. The men's legs twisted over hers and they began a slow thrust inside her. Lying on their sides like this, the men had full use of both hands as well as their mouths, and to Rose it seemed like hands and mouths were on every inch of her skin. Her brain was overloading with sensation and she was rubbing thighs and arms, clutching asses, and generally being driven wild with the steadily rising heat of the moment. The men's thrusting became more purposeful and powerful, and she knew they were close to coming. A tongue 50

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Chapter Six Kieran and Oliver sat at their kitchen table, a pot of coffee between them, trying to work out exactly how to ask Rose to move in with them. Permanently. "She's very independent. Likes to make her own decisions. Feisty. Smart. And I like that in her. I wouldn't want her to change. I really think she enjoys being with us, would be happy with us, but—" "Yeah, but. If she thinks we're pushing her or will take away her choices, she'll run a mile from us." Kieran sighed. "We need to present it to her when she's happy and relaxed and yet still able to realize it's truly what she wants." "So, how the hell do we do that? If we fuck her to exhaustion, then we'll be exhausted, too, and I'll probably open my mouth and insert both feet in it." Oliver sighed. "So we need to plan. What can we do that she'll really enjoy but that will show her we want her to be happy and to be with us? And that being with us will make her happy?" **** Rose sat at her desk in her home office surrounded by spreadsheets, but the rows of figures so neatly lined up, which usually gave her pleasure, couldn't keep her attention. Two smiling faces kept intruding, Kieran's with one eyebrow quirked up and Oliver's with a wide, happy grin.

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Two tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. "Oh, God, I want them both so much. I don't want to leave them. I want to stay with them!" Well, damn it, woman, get out there and tell them. Be prepared to fight for them if you have to. "I will," she decided, jumping out of her chair, grabbing her purse, and heading out the door. **** "So, whose place are we visiting, and what kind of party is this exactly?" asked Rose, nervously pushing her glasses up her nose as they walked toward a large house in a nice neighborhood. "And where are all the cars?" she added, noticing just one vehicle parked in the driveway. "It's Steve's house, he works with me, and it's a very small private party," answered Kieran after shooting a glance at Oliver. A glance Rose caught but couldn't read. Oliver ran a gentle, soothing hand down her back, then rested his palm just above her butt, causing a delicious little shiver to pulse through Rose. God, her men looked hot tonight. They were both wearing dress pants and loafers with silk shirts—Oliver's a deep green that made the most of his hazel eyes, and Kieran's a rich gold that made his skin look creamy-tan and lickable. She was glad she'd bought the new, pale blue, halter-neck dress she was wearing, especially for tonight. And what was underneath it—but that was a secret for the guys to discover later. 53

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They walked down the path to a side gate, and Kieran drew a key from his pocket and unlocked it. Rose gave him a sharp glance, but he looked straight ahead and locked the gate behind them when they'd passed through. They continued down the path and through a garden to a standalone building. Again, Kieran unlocked the door, then locked it behind them. Oliver flipped a row of switches, and the building was revealed as an indoor pool room with a large hot tub and halfOlympic-sized swimming pool, as well as several tables and chairs. One of the tables was laid with a white linen cloth, sparkling cutlery and glassware, and platters of food. Several bottles of wine rested in an ice bucket beside the table. Rose drew in a deep breath and just stared. "This is a party for the three of us," said Kieran. "We really met properly at the swimming pool. It seemed to symbolize the start of our relationship," added Oliver. "We want that relationship to deepen and be ongoing. We want you to move in with us." "So we thought—" Rose interrupted Oliver. "You want the relationship to continue? Really?" She looked into their faces and was thrilled to see the smiles and nods. "Oh, God, I want that so much. I didn't think you did. I thought you were happy to remain basically a twosome." "No. We want to be a threesome from now on. With you," said Kieran. Both men moved quickly to wrap her in their arms and took turns kissing her. 54

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"So, what would you like to do first?" asked Oliver. "Swim? Hot tub? Eat? Maybe a few star jumps?" They all laughed, then Rose ran her hand up Kieran's chest and wiggled her butt into Oliver's hips. "Well, since none of us brought swimwear, I really think getting undressed should happen first." And she began unbuttoning Kieran's shirt. "No, you first," he said, spinning her around to face Oliver and sliding the zipper at the back of her dress down. Oliver started to peel her shoulder straps down, but when he saw the blue-jeweled nipple clamps on her breasts, he gasped. "Holy shit!" "We wanted to fuck you very slowly the first time, but I don't think I can do slow right now," said Kieran as he saw the bright blue butt plug nestled in her ass. "I wanted to surprise you." Rose smiled. "Oh, yeah, we're surprised," said Oliver, pulling his clothes off as fast as he could. Kieran, already half naked, pushed two loungers together and urged Rose to sit down. The men quickly rolled on protection and lube. Then Oliver was snug in her cunt while Kieran pulled out the butt plug and sank into her ass. Their hands were playing with the nipple clamps, and hers were toying with their nipples and anything else she could reach. Breathing became harder, tension spiraled higher, and their climaxes arrived very quickly. "Too fast," puffed Kieran. "Oh, I think we'll manage slow. In an hour or so," replied Rose. 55

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She untangled herself from them and removed the nipple clamps, then let her men suck her aching points until they were soothed. Already she could feel the tension rising inside her again, and her hands in their hair became frantic. "I want more," she whispered. "I don't know why after such—" "Ssshh," replied Oliver. "Just let us play here." His hands dropped to her pussy to finger her clit. He took some of the honey from her climax and rubbed it around the hot, hard little nub, causing her breath to hitch. Her naked pussy was still extra sensitive to stimulation. Meanwhile Kieran continued sucking on a breast, drawing the nipple out, rolling it on the roof of his mouth. "Ahh," moaned Rose. Oliver slid three fingers into her cunt and curled them up to hit her G-spot. Kieran's hand slid to her ass, where he played with the rim. And another climax powered through Rose, her toes curled with delight and her body arching hard into their hands. "Shit, that was hot." "We love it when you come for us like that," added Kieran. They snuggled together on the loungers for a while longer, then Oliver hauled Rose to her feet. "Come on, let's test out the hot tub." "And I'm getting hungry," added Kieran, grabbing a bottle of wine and a platter of food and following them.

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Rose looked back over her shoulder at them both and grinned as she pushed her glasses up her nose. Who knew breaking my leg could bring me such happiness! ****

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