Free No Place Like Home (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Diane Leyne Page A

before I come in your ass because this will be the last time I can fuck you until the weekend. You might be a little sore in the morning, but you’ll think of me and remember tonight while you think about what it’s going to be like taking us both at once on Saturday.”
    And then he started moving. He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in, pumping in and out of her, pistoning hard, the only sounds their rough breathing and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Eventually, he pushed himself as deep as he could and held still, his cock jumping within her, shooting his cum deep inside her. He reached around her and pinched her clit hard again, and soon she was bucking against him as another climax tore through her.
    He slumped over her for a second, his weight crushing her into the bed. Then he pushed himself off her and went into the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a warm washcloth to find her still exactly where he left her, her ass raised up by the pillows he had shoved under her. He felt his cock stir, and was very tempted to flip her over and fuck her again, but it was already 2:00 a.m., and he had court. So he used the cloth to clean her up. Then, he removed the pillows and tucked her in. She was asleep before he got dressed and left.
     
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    She woke up early the next morning and stretched, pleasantly sore. It took her a moment, but it all came flooding back to her. Markus had left during the night because he was in court all week. And Jackson had also mentioned something about working all week. And she’d promised Annie her answer by the weekend as well. It seemed like it was going to be a long week.
    She’d expected one or the other of them to call, but the days slowly ticked by, and she didn’t hear anything. Maybe they had changed their minds about her, never mind what they said about working. Surely, if they really cared, they’d have at least called once or texted or emailed or something.
    She thought about going down to the courthouse to watch a bit of the trial. Tuesday she talked herself out of it, but Wednesday her resolve wavered but held firm as she threw herself into her work. But Thursday she said, “What the heck” and headed down town to the courthouse. But there was no trial, at least not one involving Markus Lansing. Maybe it ended early? She went by his law office, and it was closed up tight. The sign said “Closed until Monday.”
    She then walked over to the sheriff’s office. Maybe Jackson would like to have lunch with her?
    She entered and approached the reception desk. “Sorry, ma’am. Sheriff Lansing is out of the office for a few days. Can someone else help you?” She thought she muttered something noncommittal as she turned and left, stunned. Had they both lied to her? They both said they had to work all week. But clearly, that wasn’t happening. They’d left town, together presumably. Was it another woman? She knew how they liked to share. Were they away somewhere fucking someone else? She felt hot and cold and a bit faint. The bastards. After Craig cheating, she wouldn’t take it again. Ever.
    Friday, she worked in the greenhouse. She worked all day and into the evening, getting smelly and dirty, and it was one of her best days ever, except for when she let her mind wander to the twins. But she pushed back the tears and kept going with the transplanting until each and every plant was properly mulched and watered. It was a good day’s work. She looked around her, seeing the difference just a few days made, and she knew she couldn’t leave. Hope was her home, and being partners with Annie in the nursery-flower business would fulfill a lifelong dream. She’d tell her as soon as she got home and showered and changed. She wouldn’t make her wait until Sunday for an answer. And as for Jackson and Markus... well, they could kiss her ass. She’d managed all these years without them, and she could manage the rest of her life without