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Irrational feelings, I knew, but they lingered. Even after a weekend where we’d gotten to know each other even more, in bed and out. Friday night, after we’d had our way with her for a few hours, she’d slept in Porter’s bed, wrapped in his arms while I took the guest room. Saturday morning, when the sun was just coming up, I’d picked her up, carried her back to my bed and fucked her, kept her well occupied until lunch. Porter had left us alone to play on our own. Saturday night, she slept with me. Well, sleep wasn’t the right word since I’d stayed between her lush thighs for hours, then she pretty much passed out. On Sunday while watching football, Liam and I had passed Jill back and forth, from his spot in his favorite recliner in front of the big flat screen and to me on the couch, playing. Fucking. She slept with Porter that night before leaving for work this morning. I’d heard his headboard slamming into the wall, her cries of pleasure. Knew she was well taken care of.
Between all of that, Jill didn’t play favorites and seemed to want us both equally.
But fucking didn’t make everything right, for as I’d hung up my coat and ditched my boots by the front door, I’d heard them having a heated conversation.
Now, knowing she had issues becoming financially dependent, we had to be careful. No way would she continue killing herself with two jobs, but she was prickly as fuck about it. She might not admit it to herself, even after saying she loved us and wanted forever, we’d be living together soon enough. Her house was small, too small for Porter to move around in. Hell, it was tight for me, too. And if… no, when we had kids… it was just too small.
Porter’s house would work, plenty of bedrooms and plenty of land. Or someplace else. While the Hogan ranch belonged to me and my brother equally, the main house was his home now. Since there was plenty of acreage, I could build a place of my own easily enough without getting in his way. Where we lived with Jill wasn’t the issue. It was when.
She was protecting her heart. It was obvious. She’d admitted she was scared. Love was fucking scary. But it was worth it.
Jill was worth it.
And the way she responded to us, so passionately and with complete abandon, she was perfect.
I could tell by the way she went up on her toes as my thumb brushed over her tight asshole that I’d surprised her. “Ever had a dick in your ass?” I asked, kissing along her shoulder. She smelled like Porter’s soap, but beneath, all sweet, warm Jill.
“No,” she breathed, rolling her hips as Porter worked his finger in her pussy, only to have her shifting nudge the tip of my thumb against her tight rosebud a little harder. Her head fell back against my chest, her eyes closed. “But… oh god!”
No doubt she could come from this, from our finger play, but this wasn’t what I wanted. It was time to see if she liked a little ass play, because eventually we’d take her together. I dreamed of her being between us and having us in her pussy and ass at the same time. Two men, two dicks at once.
All weekend long, we didn’t even mention ass play. There was enough we wanted to do with Jill to leave that out. But now, it was time to see how she liked it… because ass play was something I really liked and wanted to do with Jill. Just thinking of getting my dick in that tight hole had me rock hard. I looked to Porter and he nodded.
“But what, sweetness?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t been fucked in the ass.” She licked her lips and I watched her face. “But I prepared myself for both of you.”
Porter’s hand stilled and I froze. Porter’s eyes held the same mix of surprise and confusion as I felt.
“Prepared?” I asked. My dick, which was already hard, now had a zipper mark in it from my jeans. Shit.
Porter slipped his finger from her and she whimpered. Her eyes opened.
She blushed a fiery shade of red. “I told you I wanted both of you all along, but was too afraid to say.”
We nodded and watched her fidget.
“Well, I ordered a butt plug set online and used them.”
Porter stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest. He looked so serious, as if he were cross examining a witness in the courtroom, but the way his dick bulged in the front of his pants ruined the effect. “Are you telling me you were walking around with a plug in your ass while we were dating?”
“What?” Her eyes were like saucers. “No, of course not. Well, you saw me on the couch.”
“You had a plug in your ass then?” I asked. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Our girl had been playing with herself while her ass had been filled?
She shook her head. “I… god, I’m messing this up. Not that time, but other times when I touched myself, in bed, I put one in. To see what it was like.”
“Holy shit,” I muttered, this time aloud, imagining her on top of her bed, on hands and knees, reaching back and working one deep inside that virgin hole. Our girl was an anal tease. “You liked it, I’m assuming, made yourself come with your ass crammed full, if you did it more than once.”
I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any redder, but she did. She nodded.
Porter turned on his heel, flipped off the burner on the stove, then called over his shoulder as he left the kitchen. “Meet me in the family room.”
I took Jill’s hand and I had just pulled her down onto my lap on the couch when Porter returned, placing a bright pink silicone butt plug, still in its packaging, and a small bottle of lubricant beside it.
“I got this to get you ready for us. I was going to wait a little while since we haven’t even fucked you together yet.”
“He’s right,” I said, sliding her flannel off her shoulder so I could kiss it. The top swells of her bare breasts were visible. “Porter’s fucked you, baby. I’ve fucked you, but we’ve never taken you at the same time. Only our fingers in the garage that first night.”
