Coming Home

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Authors: M.A. Stacie
Tags: Romance, threesome, Erotic, love, Cowboys, menage, Relationships
took her closer to orgasm, spiraling into oblivion. It had
to be, without question, the most incredible sex she'd ever had or
would have again. Two amazing men filled her, taking their pleasure
from her and fulfilling a dream she thought would never be
realized.
    One quick swipe of Caleb's thumb across her
swollen clit and she came. It hit her in great, long waves. Neither
man slowed; they were relentless, working in unison to draw every
last drop of her orgasm from her. It went on and on until, at last,
Pax groaned, shuddering as he came within her pussy.
    He cursed, flopping onto her chest and taking
her nipple between his teeth. He remained within her, rolling his
hips a couple of times before pulling out. Sydney felt the loss
immediately, reaching out for Pax and cupping his balls in her
hand. His eyes blazed, watching the way Caleb's cock speared her
ass.
    "I need to speed up, baby," he swallowed a
heavy gasp. "You have to tell me if it hurts."
    She answered with a quick wiggle of her
bottom, followed by a hiss. The action hurt a little, but she
quickly forgot when Pax knelt down and pushed two fingers into her.
It took barely a second before Caleb came too, pumping his cock
aggressively and grunting against her shoulder.
    She vaguely heard Pax talk about fetching
more beer and Caleb muttered about removing the condom, but she
couldn't focus on their words. Her body felt like a noodle, unable
to move at all. Her brain had short-circuited, leaving her lost for
a verbal response. Caleb lifted her off him, laying her gently onto
the couch. He shot her one quick glance before disappearing
upstairs.
    Sydney closed her eyes, drifting away as her
thoroughly sated body sank into the couch. Her skin felt raw,
bruised with their fingerprints, but she didn't have a single mark
on her. Both men had treated her like porcelain. She'd been handled
with complete care. Rolling her hips, she exhaled at the slight
ache of her muscles.
    "Are you hurt?" Pax asked, worried. He
crouched down, his concerned brown eyes meeting hers. He reached
out, stroking damp hair back from her face. She noticed he'd put
his tight, black underwear back on.
    "I'm waiting to wake up," she whispered, her
heart kicking up a notch when he shot one of his smiles.
    "Syd, that sure as hell wasn't a dream."
    "It must be. No way I just had sex with the
two men that have haunted me since the age of seventeen."
    "Haunted, huh?" Pax stood, lifting her head
so that he could sit on the couch.
    His thigh made a firm pillow, but she didn't
complain because his fingers combing through her hair were
wonderful.
    "So you never forgot that night?"
    Caleb returned before Sydney answered. He
took his place at the end of the couch, her feet on his lap. They
stroked her body lovingly as silence surrounded them. The music
must have turned off while they were in the throes of passion. The
only sounds breaking the quiet were the crackling of the fire and
the soft sighs elicited from Sydney's mouth.
    "Are you sleepin', baby?" Caleb asked,
placing a bottle of beer to his lips.
    "She's waitin' to wake up," Pax answered.
"She thinks it was all a dream."
    A soft chuckle reverberated up through her
toes, coming from Caleb. "I suppose in a way it is a dream. Though
not the kind you get from sleep."
    Turning to face them, she blushed, having no
idea how to react after this kind of interlude. Pax smirked,
tapping her nose as Caleb wrapped his fingers around her ankle.
"Shy?"
    "I j-just don't know what to do now. We…" she
drifted off, unable to finish the sentence.
    "Had sex," Caleb interjected. "Syd, there's
nothin' to be ashamed of. We wanted you, and you were so wet I can
only assume you wanted us too."
    Pax kissed her forehead, whispering, "Wanted
you for so long."
    "This is bizarre. I don't know how to deal
with this." She sat up, pulling the blanket that rested on the back
of the couch around her nakedness. Cocooning herself between them,
she waited. It seemed there was something missing in

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