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  “Benedict and Merek are from Jasper’s pack. They still have some farm lands with specialist crops. I expect I could work on their farm. I worked with crops when we first went to live at Carnal Connections and I don’t doubt the skills would come back to me quickly,” said Greg.

  “What about you? What are your hopes and plans for the future? Did you come here only to teach dance classes or are you open to the idea of finding your mates?” asked Hadrian.

  Greg watched as Ivory straightened her spine. He wished he knew whether that meant she was going to tell them, or to ignore them.

  “I’m twenty-eight and Ebony is twenty-nine. Our mother wants us to marry and we both agree it’s time to look for the right man. Or men. So, yes, we came here quite open to the idea of finding Mr. Right.”

  Greg wondered why she’d repeated the need to find the right man. Did that mean someone had been trying to push the wrong man onto her? Or worse, did it mean she thought they weren’t the right men?

  “Regarding the future, Ebony and I have talked about the idea of starting our own dance studio. We don’t have enough money to do that yet. Renting a building and setting up the business side of things would be quite expensive. We’d need to have a certain amount of capital before we’d be eligible for a loan. But if we’re at opposite ends of the country that will never happen.”

  “But if there are six of us putting money into the venture, likely you would get a loan. That would mean we’d have to move closer to Jasper’s pack and find jobs first, but it could work,” said Hadrian.

  “How do you feel about that, Greg?” asked Ivory.

  “I’ve spent most of my life moving from place to place. I’m okay with moving again. I’d like to put down roots and be a family with you and Hadrian, but if that means moving again first, I’m good with that.”

  There was silence for a few minutes, and then Hadrian spoke.

  “I think that’s enough talking for now. Ivory, are you ready to go to bed with us? You have to know how much we want you. I can promise you that we’ll only do what you’re comfortable with, and that you’ll enjoy it.”

  * * * *

  Ivory’s breath hitched. Was she ready to fuck them? She felt warm wrapped in Greg’s sweater. She felt at peace after the conversation. Neither of them had said their wishes were to prevail. Of course that might change later, but they certainly seemed open to ideas and changes. If she was ever to experience a ménage, now was the time. One night. If it worked, good, she’d progress the romance to the next level. If it didn’t work, she’d ban them from approaching her. They’d have to obey because of the rules of the DADISP.

  Really, it was a win-win situation. She would find out whether or not she liked them in bed. If the answer was yes, tomorrow she could test out BDSM. If the answer was no, well at least she’d know in time to avoid making a terrible mistake.

  “Yes. I am.”

  Greg pushed his chair back and lifted her out of her seat. “I want you so much. It’s been so hard for me to sit there and wait for you to decide.”

  He held her tightly just for a few seconds, then placed her back on her feet. Ivory thought that showed the strength of his character. He’d made his position clear, but not forced himself on her. She’d thought all along they were both honorable men, and so far it seemed she was correct. But would that last once she went to bed with them? Would they then try to order her around? She didn’t think so, but she’d been wrong when she’d given her heart once before. Unfortunately, she’d never know until she tried. At least here at this event there was plenty of security to protect her.

  “May we undress you?” asked Hadrian. His black eyes seemed to read her mind they looked so intently into her own.

  “It won’t take very long. Why don’t I watch you both strip first?”

  While the men were taking off their belts and shoes, Ivory pulled her cell phone and her room key from her bra and left them on the table where she could easily find them in the dark if she decided to leave.

  All her instincts told her to trust Hadrian and Gregory. They’d been nothing but kind and caring. Yet her experience with Matt made her cautious, possibly stupidly and overly so. She’d been young and innocent then. Innocent in the ways of men and of people who used others. When her broken heart was well on the way to mending, she’d learned that Matt’s grade average had dropped so low he’d had to sit extra examinations over summer. She’d wondered if that was because he’d neglected to study, or if his current girlfriend had deliberately written his assignments and homework incorrectly. More power to her if she had.

  But Matt was the past. A long way past. Now she needed to focus on Greg and Hadrian and decide if they were to be her future or not.

  Ivory licked her lips. Hadrian was even more muscular than Greg and up until this very moment she wouldn’t have believed such a thing was even possible. His arms and legs were corded muscles, his chest a rock-like wall decorated with curling black hair, and every inch of him was delicious.

  She turned slightly to look at Greg. He was folding his clothes putting them on a chair. When he turned in her direction she was struck once again by his eyelashes. They were incredibly thick and long like a curtain fringing his eyes. With lashes like that she’d never need to use eye makeup again.

  But it was the lust in his eyes that really made her take in a breath. If she was candy, she’d have been inhaled in a single gulp. Yet he made no attempt to touch her. Greg just looked at her. Ivory’s mouth was dry and she licked her lips. Suddenly her panties were damp. These weren’t just two delicious pieces of man candy, they were real people with wants and needs and desires of their own. Yet they were treating her properly, letting her make the pace and decide for herself about every step they took.

  Well, she’d decided. She wanted them. And the good news was that coming from a background where ménages were more common, at least they’d know how to make her ready for anal sex so it should be as good for her as it was for them.

  She turned her back and said, “You can unzip the dress.”

  Two big, gentle hands lowered the zipper and Ivory let the dress slide down to the floor. As she stepped out of it, Greg kneeled at her feet and unbuckled her sandals, so she stepped out of them too. All that was left were her white-lace-and-satin panties.

  “I told you undressing me wouldn’t take long.”

  “I like the idea of you wearing so few clothes. Naked is even better though,” said Greg, tugging her panties down.

  “Naked looks good on both of you as well.” And fuck if that wasn’t the truest thing she’d ever said. They were quite different, yet everything she liked in a man. Hadrian was an inch or two shorter and a lot stockier, his hair, skin and eyes, all a lot darker than Greg’s.

  The curls surrounding Greg’s cock were like his eyebrows and eyelashes, several shades darker than the hair of his head. Ivory liked that. It made his body more defined and manly somehow. Not that blonds weren’t manly, just that brunettes were apparently more to her taste these days.

  Hadrian put himself in her personal space and stared into her eyes. “What turns you on, Ivory? Do you like to be dominated? Would you like to be pressed against a wall to be fucked? Or are you more a vanilla kind of woman, who prefers to be flat on her back in the bed?”

  Ivory could hardly breathe, far less speak. “Not vanilla,” she managed to answer.

  Hadrian turned her round to face Greg and she knew he gave Greg some signal behind her back. Greg put his legs between hers and pushed them wider apart until she was standing with her legs spread wide and her hands around his neck to balance herself.

  Hadrian’s big hand was on her butt, stroking and massaging her flesh. One thick finger circled the ring of her anus.

  “What about here, Ivory? Do you like it when I touch you here? Has anyone fucked your ass yet?”

  Ivory gulped and nodded. She wanted to ask him to prepare her thoroughly first, so it wouldn’t hurt. But she couldn’t get any words out. Gre
g was stroking her feet with his toes and his cock was pressing against her belly, the head damp against her skin, and suddenly her brain had gone quite blank. All she knew was that she wanted one of them, either of them, to hurry up and fuck her.

  Greg cupped her breasts and sucked her nipple and areola into his mouth. He sucked hard, demandingly, and her eyes slammed shut as honey poured from her core and dampened her inner thighs. She gripped onto his shoulders as he licked and sucked then held the nipple in his teeth and tugged on it, elongating it, before turning his attention to her other breast.

  As Greg began to lick around her second breast, a slippery finger massaged the ring of her sphincter muscle and pressed inside. Hadrian had a finger inside her before she expected it, and his other hand massaged and petted her ass, cranking the growing need inside her higher and higher.

  Greg kept kissing her breasts, but slid a hand down to tease around her clit. Ivory’s knees went wobbly as Hadrian’s finger massaged inside her ass and Greg rubbed her clit.

  A hard slap on her ass startled her, but before she could form any words to say, Hadrian slapped her again, and again, as he slid a second finger into her ass. Distraction. He’s distracting me, like magicians do, she thought.

  Ivory pushed back on the fingers in her ass, wanting more. Greg used the opportunity to slide his fingers into her cunt, stroking her gently as his thumb kept circling her clit. And his tongue rolled her nipple around his mouth.

  “Oh, God, more. I want to come.”

  “Why don’t you roll a condom onto Greg’s dick instead?” asked Hadrian, stroking his hands up and down her back.

  Condom? She hadn’t seen any condoms. Now that neither man was touching her, Ivory forced herself to open her eyes properly and saw a box of condoms on the counter nearby. Hadrian must have put it there when he got the lube.

  She pulled one out of the box, ripped the packet open and rolled the latex over Greg’s cock. He’d been an impressive size before, but now his cock was enormous, the head red and the shaft thicker than she’d remembered it.

  As soon as he was sheathed she held him to her pussy and moved closer so he could get inside. Damn he felt good. He filled her to capacity, stretching her wide and possessing her totally. Behind her she felt Hadrian’s cock at her ass. She knew to breathe out as he pushed in. but he seemed to be taking it very slowly. Finally she felt him rocking and wiggling and moving down her channel. The men held her between them as they moved the few necessary inches so that Greg’s back was against the cabin wall.

  She noticed his hips were away from the wall and the question still forming in her mind was answered when Greg aid in a deep husky voice, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  It took some effort to lift both her legs that high when there was a cock impaling her both front and rear, but she managed it and then the men wiggled closer to the wall until her ankles were jammed between Greg’s back and the wall.

  “I hope we don’t put sweat marks on the wall,” she mumbled, wanting to giggle.

  “It’ll be worth losing my deposit to fuck you,” said Greg, kissing her nose.

  That only made her want him to kiss her properly. She grabbed his hair and held his head still, slanting her lips over his until he kissed her deeply. She slid her tongue into his mouth and he did the same with her, both of them exploring together.

  But she couldn’t kiss for too long. The entire concept of both her cunt and ass full of cock was too novel and new for her to concentrate on a kiss, no matter how good that kiss might be. The men pulled right out and then slammed into her together. In that instant Ivory climaxed, her body shaking as honey poured from her, and both her cunt and her ass milked the cocks inside them. Gradually she realized she was still holding fistfuls of Greg’s hair and she let go and gripped his shoulders once again. As if nothing had happened the men withdrew again, and slammed into her, pulled out, and pushed in, over and over again.

  Instead of her climax dying down, the orgasm lingered in her belly, sending occasional twitches of release through her body. Ivory wiggled on Greg’s hips, tightening her legs once again behind his back, and brushing her aching nipples over his rock-hard chest.

  “Are you ready to come again?” asked Hadrian, following up his request with several hard slaps to the outside of her thighs.

  “I’m not sure, but I think I can.”

  “You can and you will. One orgasm is not enough for a woman like you. You’re made for many climaxes. You have a body that needs to be loved thoroughly, over and over again.”

  “I don’t want to cripple Greg holding my weight all this time.”

  “You won’t. You don’t weigh all that much, and the wall is helping me anyway.”

  Hadrian moved back from her spine a fraction and several slaps landed on her ass. These ones were even harder than the ones on her thighs, and they lit a path of need directly to her clit.

  As if Greg had been reading her mind, he moved back a fraction in his turn and pushed his hand between their bodies so he could pinch her clit.

  “Oh, God.”

  The men moved faster and harder now, until Ivory closed her eyes and just held tightly to Greg’s shoulders. It seemed to her the entire cabin was shaking, but likely it was her world that was really being rocked.

  Greg had his hands on her nipples now, pinching them, his upper body separated a few inches from hers, but his pelvis slamming into her on every stroke. Behind her Hadrian was leaning over her spine, his hands on her hips as he drove in and out of her ass, his lips licking and sucking along her shoulders.

  And then the second climax burst through her, rippling in wave after wave up her body, leaving her unable to speak or think as she came and came. Greg groaned almost at once, and she felt a burst of heat in her pussy, telling her he’d come, too. Behind her, Hadrian pressed firmly against her, driving his cock higher and harder into her ass until he, too, came. Hadrian nibbled across her shoulder, pressing sweet little kisses to her skin.

  Ivory felt as limp as cooked spaghetti and was certain she wouldn’t be able to unlock her legs and stand on them. She’d never come so hard twice in such quick succession before. Actually she’d almost never come twice in one night before, never mind twice in a few minutes.

  Hadrian withdrew from her ass and picked her up off Greg, and carried her into the bathroom. Still holding her in his arms with one hand, he turned the water on in the tub and, when it ran hot, closed the drain, before sitting her in the tub.

  She lay back letting the warm water soak into her body, then opened the drain, and stood up to shower. It was only then she realized both men were watching her.

  Instinctively she blushed. “Sorry. I won’t be long.”

  “Take as long as you like. There are many hours of tonight left and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than look at you,” said Greg.

  “Except possibly have a shower yourself?” she teased him.

  When she stepped out of the shower, Hadrian wrapped her in a towel, while Greg climbed into the tub to wash. “I need to fill your ass with gel so you aren’t sore in the morning,” Hadrian said.

  She nodded. She’d learned about soothing gels herself after being so sore she could hardly bear to sit down after Matt had fucked her ass the first time. Sex education via Google, she’d termed it at the time.

  Greg climbed out of the shower and Hadrian got in, leaving her sitting on a towel waiting for the gel to seep into her tissues and protect her.

  When she went to get dressed, though, both men stopped her. “Stay with us tonight, Ivory, please?” asked Greg.

  “I have classes to teach tomorrow.”

  “We’ll get you back to your cabin in plenty of time for that.

  “Lie between us now. Let us cuddle you and watch you sleep,” added Hadrian.

  Ivory had a feeling if she lay between them for too long, sleep wasn’t what would happen. But they had been perfect gentlemen and she’d had her first experience of ménage sex with two amazing
orgasms. Surely she could spend another hour or so with them.

  “Just for a little while,” she agreed.

  * * * *

  Greg thought he’d never been happier. Ivory was in his bed, in his arms. Well, technically it was Hadrian’s bed, and it was rather squashed with all three of them in it together, but they were together and that’s all that mattered.

  She was so lovely asleep. She lay quite still, on her side, both hands tucked under her chin, her knees together and bent a little up toward her torso.

  He wanted to lick and kiss and pet every inch of her skin, but he wouldn’t do that. She needed to sleep. She had three grueling hours of dance class to teach in the morning. Those classes were damn energetic. He was always extremely glad the third class wasn’t as full-on as the second one. They functioned more as a warm up, full-on class, and warm down for him. But he wasn’t the person out the front of the class, demonstrating everything, and racing around helping people. All he had to was stay in his place and follow instructions to the best of his ability. Ebony and Ivory worked twice as hard as he and Hadrian and the other members of the class did.

  Greg had no complaints about his childhood spent moving houses. He’d met up with kids in military families who’d moved even more often than he had. But it’d meant he’d never had a prom or learned to dance officially. His knowledge of sports had been gleaned from watching other kids do them, then joining in and picking up the rules as he went along. Fortunately he seemed moderately good at it and hadn’t been ostracized.

  When he’d come to learn to dance for the display dance on the first night under Dorothea’s coaching, he’d discovered most of the basic concepts from any sport applied. He’d been surprised at how much he’d enjoyed himself, and that was even before he’d met Ivory. Going to the dance classes here had made sense. The only way not to embarrass himself at the parties had been to know the rules. The fun had come from discovering he enjoyed the exercise and the need to mix intelligence with physical actions just as much as when playing baseball or any other activity.