Free The Strength of Three by Annmarie McKenna Page B

to say goodbye.”
    Jon nodded and slapped his thighs before he stood and they both helped her up.
    “Then let’s get it over with so we can get back home.” TJ wrapped her long hair in his hand and brushed his lips against hers.
    He tasted so good. Jon pressed himself along her back. His erection prodded her bottom and she whimpered in need. How long had it been since she felt their cocks inside her? Two days? Her brain was completely befuddled. The last she really remembered was waking up in Jon’s bed with the initial phone call from her aunt.
    Somewhere over the next couple of days they’d flown her home to the Chicago suburb she’d grown up in and spoken to the police to try to piece together what had happened the night her mother died.
    She’d basically gotten the runaround. No one knew anything. No one saw anything. As far as they were concerned Carter found her already dead at the bottom of the stairs when he came home from work and her father had been at work all day. So at some point between eight in the morning and four in the afternoon, Lana Marshall had fallen down the stairs and broken her neck.
    TJ reached for the handle of the door to their rental car. She didn’t even remember walking across the expansive cemetery grounds to get there but suddenly she was standing in the wedge created by the open back door.
    A fling. Aislinn had told her to have a fling. She had to laugh.
    “What’s this all about, sugar?” Jon wiped a tear from her face when her laughter finally subsided.
    She smiled. TJ had her blocked in. She wasn’t going anywhere yet again. Talk about déjà vu. The only thing that would make this scenario any more similar would be the dimness of late evening. Oh, and a silky black blindfold.
    Chris cocked her head. “Does this look familiar?”
    Jon glanced around at the three of them and grinned. “Why yes, madam, it does.” He leaned closer and nuzzled her nose with his. “And here’s me without my blindfold.” His low grumble coursed through her, filling her clit with blood and making it ache to be touched.
    “It was just supposed to be a fling.” She groaned.
    TJ cleared his throat. “We’ll be sure to take the matter up with Aislinn as soon as we get home.”
    “Home sounds nice,” she whispered, tilting her head to take Jon’s lips. He opened, sucking her tongue into his mouth, and took control of the kiss.
    “Our home,” TJ added.
    Panting, Chris broke off and licked her lips, tasting Jon there. She faced TJ and her knees wobbled. It hit her like a two by four to the face. Our home sounded better than anything she’d ever heard before. She knew with sudden certainty that she definitely wanted more than a fling too.
    She’d take whatever she could get, for as long as they wanted her, and deal with the aftermath of them leaving her when it happened.
    First she had to get through the next few grueling hours in the presence of her condescending family and friends who didn’t understand how she could move away and never come back.
    She’d seen the faces of the people at the funeral. The raised eyebrows, the lips curled in distaste, the whispering with not even an attempt at being behind her back. Under normal circumstances she would have had a panic attack. She would have let their hatred wash through her to the point she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
    Instead, TJ and Jon had never left her side. Hell, there wasn’t a moment when at least one of them didn’t have a hand on her. They had effectively grounded her and kept the attacks she’d suffered her entire life at bay.
    “I’d like that. Very much.”
    TJ’s nostrils flared with her declaration and his lips melded with hers. When he finally lifted away, he pushed her hair behind an ear. “You don’t know how good that makes us feel. Let’s get this over with and get back on the plane.”
     
     
    All talk stopped the second she came through the door. The eerie silence filled the living room of the house