Free Gage, Ronna - Three Hearts One Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Ronna Gage Page A

pussy. She heaved forward and panted for breath against Dylan’s neck. She opened her eyes to find the plug lying beside the wooden box. She turned her head to avoid looking at it, forgetting its existence for now.
    “You did great, sweetheart,” Jaxon murmured in her ear.
    She rose up from Dylan’s shoulder, looked at both of them, and smiled at the pride in their eyes. “This relationship may have some advantages after all.”
    Jaxon caressed her forearms with tender care, almost tickling her skin. His hands snaked down to her wrists, and then he entwined his fingers with hers, bringing her hands to his lips to kiss her knuckles. The shower of kisses on her arm shook her deep and hard in her cunt.
    Dylan’s hot breath hovered over her neck. Warm, moist lips skimmed the sensitive area under her earlobe. “Do you want to try with the both of us now?” Dylan whispered.
    The husky vibrations of his words reignited the fire in her core. Goose bumps broke out over her body. The two of them together in her excited her immensely, but the possible pain involved worried her. She turned her head, glimpsing Jaxon’s profile. “Will it hurt?” she asked, almost shaking with the fast mounting fear, which overcame the free-spirit excitement she’d harbored seconds before.
    Jaxon’s eyes reflected concern. He laid soft and gentle hands on her shoulders, gave an affectionate squeeze, and then shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, honey, but I can tell you that eventually— like losing your virginity—it will not hurt with practice.”
    She looked from him to Dylan. Their anxious but concerned faces almost did her in emotionally. Time to make a decision . She inhaled to garner that Rodden attitude that got her through most of her adventures to date. “I love you both enough to try.”
    “That’s our girl,” Jaxon praised. He looked at her and then Dylan. “We will take it slow.” Dylan nodded. “Who gets front?”
    Dylan gave a half-hearted laugh. “I don’t know.”
    “Do you want to stay as we are or switch?”
    “Whatever you want to do. Doesn’t matter to me,” Dylan offered.
    Karma shifted positions to see both of their faces. “You don’t know?” Her surprised and aggravated question stopped the small battle of courtesy between her two men. “You didn’t plan this too well, did you?”
    “Of course we did,” Jaxon defended.
    “We’ve never done this before. I guess we’re trying to be gentleman about this matter,” Dylan explained.
    Karma shook her head. “Stop. Hold on a second.” She looked at Dylan. “You stay here up front.” She then turned to Jaxon. “You stay behind me. Now, let’s try this out before I lose my courage.”
    Jaxon and Dylan smiled.
    “Yes, ma’am,” Dylan replied.
    Jaxon splayed his fingers on her hips. The heat of his slick touch warmed her. She looked down to find a bottle of warming gel next to her knees. His fingers traced the crack of her bottom, spreading thick gel down to the hole where he stimulated the sphincter muscle with an intimate stroke over the top and inside the outer rim of the muscle.   “Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing?”
    “No,” Karma insisted. “I don’t want a play-by-play. I’m supposed to trust you, right?”
    Dylan took her chin between his thumb and finger. She looked into his gaze. “Just hang onto me if it gets to be too much when we start.” Karma nodded. “We will talk you through this and give input on how to make it better for all of us.”
    “I trust you,” she whispered. Dylan leaned and brushed her lips several times with his. She opened her lips to grant him entrance. He deepened the kiss. Karma’s hands roamed over his back, down to his hips and up to the shoulders. His hands cupped the back of her thigh and lifted her off the bed with Jaxon’s help. She wrapped her legs around his waist for support.   Straddling him, he impaled her on his hard, long shaft. He broke the kiss and gazed into her