Vicious Carousel (Suncoast Society #25)(52)

Gasping for breath, she laid there and tried to process it.

“Good?” Nolan asked.

She nodded, blindly groping for their hands, finding them, squeezing them.

“Great,” she whispered.





They didn’t stay long after that. Once she was up and coherent again, she wanted to get home with them and get busy.

They didn’t disappoint.

In their bedroom, they slowly stripped her again, this time worshipping her body with their mouths as they did. Her nipples, her clit, all over, lips and tongues, in delicious, orgasmic stereo. When they finally got naked, she was pleased to see both men were around eight inches, nicely hung, thank you very much. She’d suspected as much from accidental glimpses here and there, not to mention the way they’d felt earlier through their jeans.

Nolan laid back on the bed and crooked a finger at her. She crawled up him, kissing him, loving the feel of his body under her, his length rubbing against her clit.

She felt Kenny’s hands between her legs and realized he was rolling a condom on Nolan. Then he held Nolan’s shaft, swiping it back and forth through her juices before she slowly impaled herself on it. She didn’t know if her moan or Nolan’s was louder.

Kenny changed positions, kneeling next to Nolan’s face as he leaned forward and kissed her. A moan escaped Kenny, and when she looked, Nolan had Kenny’s cock in his mouth.

Her * fluttered at the sight as she slowly f*cked herself on Nolan’s cock. That was, by far, the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life.

And she’d watched a lot of gay male Internet porn in her single days, pre-Jack.

She reached down and stroked Nolan’s cheek with one hand as she reached under Kenny and fondled his sac with her other. Kenny’s kiss turned into a tongue-f*cking that, added to the way her still-sensitive clit was rubbing against Nolan’s body, ended up sending her over the edge.

Something that pleasantly shocked the hell out of her.

Kenny lifted his mouth from hers. “Did you just come?” he playfully asked.

“Mmmhmm, she did,” Nolan mumbled.

“I was asking her, not you.”

Nolan laughed.

Not only were these two guys hot and hunky, they were fun.

Kenny had brought the vibrator to bed with them. “Guess you don’t want this, huh?” he teased her.

“Please, Sir?” she asked.

“Well, since you asked nicely.” He switched it on and pressed it to her clit.

Another explosion fired off inside her, drawing an answering moan from Nolan in the process.

“Ooh, that was fun,” Kenny said. “Now hurry up and f*ck one out of him, baby, so I can f*ck that sweet * next.”

“I thought he was going to suck you off.” She kind of wanted to see that.

Actually, she really wanted to see that.

“Maybe later. He’s just keeping me hard for now. I want to be buried in that * and feel you have another one around my cock.”

“Do you suck his cock, too?” she asked.

He smiled. “Any chance I get.”

She started moving faster, harder, Nolan trying to thrust in time with her until finally he let out a groan around Kenny’s cock and his body went rigid for a moment.

“Oh, yeah,” Kenny said. “That was a good one, wasn’t it, buddy?”

Nolan’s head flopped back on the pillow. “Fuck, that was good.” Kenny handed him another condom, and he rolled that one onto Kenny’s cock for him.

Kenny wanted to be on top this time. He pulled her off Nolan and rolled her onto her back on the bed, sliding his cock deep inside her * and making her gasp.

“Yeah, just wait.” He grabbed the vibrator, turned it on, and pressed it between their bodies. As he started f*cking her, every stroke drove the vibrator against her clit, until one long, rolling orgasm broke free and rocketed through her.

“That’s it,” Kenny said, pounding her with his cock and for a moment making her forget she was even thinking about moving out.

This. Everything about it was perfect.

Her gaze met his as he came, and he barely managed to keep his eyes open, staring down at her as he slowed and stopped, with a satisfied smile.

She smiled back up at him.

He pulled out and laid down next to her. Sandwiched between the two men, she realized, felt like the most perfect thing in the world.

“How was that for round one?” Nolan asked.

“Round one?”

He kissed her. “Oh, yeah. We’ll each be good for at least one more tonight. All we have to do is think about how hot you were on that bench at the dungeon.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it. “You were gorgeous.”

“Beautiful,” Kenny echoed.

She smiled, truly feeling beautiful and gorgeous for the first time in a long time. These two men, she knew, were no Jack.

And thank god for that.





Chapter Eighteen


Despite how well things were going over the next couple of weeks, between buying a car and renting Kel’s apartment, and both sexy-and playtime with the men, Betsy stuck to her guns about moving. She knew if she could do this thing for herself, carry through with it, at least for a few months, to make sure she wasn’t just trading safety for fully healing herself, she and her men would be happier for it in the long run.