Free Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Billings Page A

nearly such nice cock, or so studly a man.
    Kevin held her hips up as he pumped into her, otherwise she’d be flat on the floor. She let him have at it, too exhausted to respond.
    But he knew she was holding out. And he never did like that, never accepted it.
    “I don’t just mean you’re not done getting fucked, cunt. I mean you’re not done coming.”
    “No, Kev. I can’t.”
    “You can,” he insisted. He slapped her ass, again and again. “You will.”
    The ass-slapping woke her up. Then his fingers clenching down on her breast, grasping her nipple, drew out that response he wanted.
    Still, she resisted. “Enough, enough,” she chanted as he pounded into her.
    He paid no attention. “Take care of your clit for me, puss.”
    And she did, rubbing herself, moaning as he fucked her, slapping her ass still and pinching her nipple. He held off until she was wailing out her orgasm. Then he gave over, too, roaring his climax through his throat, driving her to the floor as he thrust into her the final times, filling her with the hot spurts of his cum.
     
    * * * *
     
    Kevin’s show closed after six weeks. He’d let her know about it late at night. He’d come home and quietly taken her from Rowen’s bed to his own. The way he’d fucked her so slowly, so gently, so not like him, and the way Rowen had watched him take her and hadn’t come to join them, she’d known there was bad news.
    So after they’d both come, while they still clutched around each other, still shared the same breath, tears had already started. He thumbed them away, telling her how much he loved her, how he belonged to her, and she to him, body, heart, and soul.
    She fell asleep much later that night, still clinging to him.
    For once she was the last one up, waking alone in Kevin’s bed. She took her time in the shower, trying to find the strength she needed for what was to come.
    As she rinsed shampoo from her hair, she thought again about her mother. About those painful leave-takings, when her mom achingly kissed Bill good-bye, supported by the only man who stayed. About how her mother was never quite all the way happy when Bill was gone.
    Annabelle realized it wasn’t for her.
    Rowen had invited Kev to stay with them while his show was in town. From the beginning, she had assumed that his presence was temporary. That she belonged to Rowen and would still belong to him after Kev left.
    But it didn’t feel to her like she belonged to just one of them. She loved them both, needed them both.
    She didn’t want to let Kevin go, leaving her to spend her life loving Rowen but feeling half-empty, always longing for her other love. And honestly, she didn’t think Ro would be satisfied that way either. He loved Kevin like a brother, and she knew that having Kev live with them, making a threesome out of their love, made Ro happy, too.
    By the time she was dressed, decently, with panties on and her breasts tucked inside her knit top, she’d come to a decision. Determined, she marched out to the kitchen. And then stopped, suddenly uncertain.
    They’d made her breakfast. Well, that, in and of itself, wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary. True, she did most of the cooking. With their dom tendencies they enjoyed watching her serve them, do for them. And secretly, she enjoyed it, too, that little sense of taking care of her men, satisfying them in that way.
    But they both did cook, taking over when she was busy with a deadline or if they wanted one of their red meat, He-Man meals. Usually a grill was involved in that case.
    But more so than her meal sitting there prettily, with flowers, even, what seemed wrong was the way they both looked up when she walked in. Sitting on either side of the table, they both looked happy, content. While her heart was breaking.
    It took her a second to get her steam back up. Then she did, and stormed over to stand before Rowen. She pushed at his shoulder. With a look of surprise, he stood to face her.
    “I won’t have