Soul Possession(7)

“You okay?” he murmured.

She snuggled a little deeper into Truitt’s neck. “Mmm hmm.”

Truitt chuckled. “You’re quite a snuggle bug and if you burrow any closer to me you’re going to find yourself on your back again with me inside you.”

“I believe that pleasure is mine this time,” Rick growled.

She laughed. She was lying between two men who were fighting over her like she was queen of the universe. They certainly knew how to stroke a girl’s ego.

“What are you laughing at?” Rick demanded.

“You two arguing over who gets to f**k me where,” she said, her voice muffled by Truitt’s neck. “I like it.”

“Before the night’s over, we’re going to f**k you in every conceivable way,” Truitt vowed. “So there’s no argument. Maybe just impatience.”

Then he pulled her head back so he could kiss her and his voice gentled. “Did we hurt you? Were we too rough?”

She smiled. “No. It was perfect. Really, really perfect.”

“If you thought that was perfect, you’re awfully easy to please,” Rick grumbled. “It was too fast and we didn’t spend enough time making it good for you.”

“Well, as you said, we have all night,” she said mischievously. “Though, I have to say, I have no complaints so far. If you guys make it any better I may not survive.”

Truitt caressed the curve of her behind and massaged one plump cheek. “Have you ever had anal sex?”

She was sure her cheeks went pink again. Both sets of cheeks. She shook her head, too mortified to squeak out a no.

“Would you want to try it?”

Rick nibbled at her shoulder and his hand went to her ass too, squeezing and massaging as if to tell her his opinion of the whole idea.

“Maybe. I’ve heard it’s…painful.”

“Well, if you get with an uncaring dickhead who just wants to shove it in, yeah, it’ll hurt. But we’ll take it nice and slow. We’ll make it good for you, baby. We’ll make it damn good. You can take one of us in your ass and the other in your pu**y.”

“I thought the only people who did that were  p**n  stars,” she mumbled.

“How would you know this?” Rick asked in mock surprise.

“A girl can watch  p**n  too,” she defended. “We like sex, same as guys do.”

“I can’t speak for  p**n  stars, but it’s pretty damn hot,” Truitt said. “There’s nothing like the sensation of taking a woman at the same time, having her between you, small and delicate, while you f**k her from both ends.”

She shivered at the crudeness and the vividness with which he described the act. It was suddenly something she wanted to experience very much. And if this was going to be her sole night of debauchery, then the more debauched she was, the better. When the hell else was she ever going to get an opportunity like this? It wasn’t like she had guys lining up to ask her to have threesomes with them.

“The idea is to get you so horny, so unbelievably aroused, that you’ll agree to anything,” Rick teased.

“Already there,” she muttered.

“There’s no hurry,” Truitt said in an easy voice. “We don’t have to do it all tonight. There’s always tomorrow night. Or the next. But if you want to give it a try tonight, we’ll certainly accommodate you.”

She didn’t know quite what to say to that. It sounded like they wanted more than a fling, more than some one-night stand, but how did that work with more than two people involved. Were they wanting a regular f**k buddy?

While she wasn’t opposed to sex for the sake of sex, it had never been something she indulged in. Not that she was a prude, she simply hadn’t had the opportunity. Neither had she had sex with a guy she wanted to commit to doing the act with often.

“Tell me about your knee,” Rick said against her shoulder. “You said you had a car accident. It must not have been very long ago if it still bothers you.”

“It was two years ago,” she said in a quiet voice.

Truitt frowned. “Two years? And your knee still hurts you?”

“It was…a bad accident. It took me a long time to recover. I’ve had six surgeries on my leg and knee. They had to completely reconstruct parts of the bone.”

“Why in the hell are you working as a waitress? That can’t be good for your leg,” Rick said.

“I was in school when the accident happened. I had to quit. I started back but it’s hard to find a job that works around my class schedule. I have bills to pay so I can’t be too picky about the work, you know?”

Neither man looked happy with her response but they let it go. The last thing she wanted was to get into the fact that she no longer had a job.

There had to be a way of convincing Merriam that she hadn’t stolen money. Suddenly the idea of not seeing Rick and Truitt on a regular basis depressed the hell out of her. They always managed to brighten her day no matter how shitty it had been to that point.

She wasn’t a quitter. If she was, she’d have given up a long time ago when the odds were against her walking again. It might not be the best job in the world, but it was hers and she was damn good at it, and she wasn’t about to let her ass**le boss pin the blame on her for missing money.