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glared at Jake
as she tried to rub against his cock to get it where she wanted it. He grinned
and pushed into her, giving her what she wanted, only to pull out when she was
ready to explode.
    “No,” she yelled in frustration as the burning, tingling
sensation that filled her was ready to overflow.
Sandy
didn’t think she could take anymore.
    Jake tilted her head up, and she rested it back on Zack’s
shoulder.
      “Whose are you,
Little Red? “
    Sandy
shook her head in frustration.
    They both growled and Zack started to slip out. Jake
repeated, “Whose are you,
Sandy
?”
    She snarled, “I’m yours.”
    He slid back in. “Whose?”
      “I’m Zack’s and
Jake’s, Jake’s and Zack’s.” Those were the winning words as they both slammed
home. “Yes, fuck yes!”
    Jake held her and looked into her eyes. “You’re ours. We’re
never letting you go. No one can make love to you like we do.”
    Sandy
nodded, too far gone. For what felt like hours,
Zack and Jake kept steady rhythm. She reached for the peak she could feel at
boiling point ready to blow. Zack thrust deep and a shiver of pain and pleasure
shot through her, sending her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Jake
and Zack bit her shoulder like the first time they were together, only this time,
they both came with her. She felt warmth flood her as she reached her euphoric
state.
      Sated and sticky,
she could barely move. She fought to keep herself awake so she could shower.
Sandy
winced when Zack
kissed her shoulder and slid out. Jake moved them to the side, snuggling her to
him. She felt him slip out, and sighed. She told herself she was going to have
a talk with her men as they hadn’t used condoms. She berated herself that she
hadn’t gone and seen the doctor herself to get the pill. Closing her eyes, she
promised herself she would make an appointment on Monday.
     
     

Chapter
Seven
    Groaning,
Sandy
snuggled into hard muscular bodies, feeling tender but relaxed and reluctant to
wake. Zack’s hands were on her waist, his index finger drawing circles. Slowly
cracking an eye open, she looked up at Jake’s face and noticed the strained
lines around his eyes and mouth like he was having a bad dream.
    She heard a muffled ring tone of The Doors’ “Light My
Fire.” It rang until it rang out and then it started ringing again. Groaning,
she got out of bed after carefully detangling herself from her men. Searching
in Zack’s jeans, she pulled out the phone and answered in a whisper, “Hello,
Zack’s phone.”
    “Ah, good, he got himself a secretary who can actually answer
a phone,” a woman said on the other end.
    “Ma’am, I’m not his secretary, but I can give him a
message.”
    There was a loud huff on the other end before the woman
answered, “Well, what are you doing…? Oh, you are one of those girls, are you?
All right then, put some clothes on and get a pen and paper to write down what
I’m going to tell you.”
    Sandy
gritted her teeth, picked up Zack’s shirt,
slipped into it, and walked out of the room, ready to tell the lady off, but
the woman continued.
    “Okay, surely I’ve given you enough time. Look, this is
important. Tell Zack he has to be at his sister’s engagement party tonight, and
he has to wear a tux to cover his tattoos. And if the dates I have lined up for
him ask what he does, tell him to just say he owns some businesses. Do you
think you can do this before you leave?”
    Trying to keep her temper in place because she knew this
was a family member,
Sandy
asked, “May I ask who this is?”
    “Yes, tell him his mother called.” And she hung up.
    Sandy
stared at the mobile. Oh God, she was the
lovely woman Susie talked about. Surely Susie was joking.
    Sandy
looked around her at the extravagant interior
and the hall she was now in with doors all along it. This house and this type
of living was way out of her league.
Sandy
wondered if she should worry whether Jake’s and Zack’s family would accept