Broken Play by Samantha Kane Page A

relationship, if not with these two men, then someone else. And she wanted to reciprocate. She adored them both, and would be eternally grateful for what they’d done for her today, even if they didn’t understand it. But eternal gratitude only went so far, and she wanted a more immediate way to say thanks.
    Cass moved back into range, but he didn’t do anything to help. On some weird level he knew that she needed to do this herself. Cass was like that. He knew what he shouldn’t, what no one else knew. Marian freed her arm from around Beau’s shoulders, and he straightened next to her, watching her. Beau was always watching. He, too, understood there was meaning here for Marian beyond the physical act.
    She unbuttoned Cass’s pants first, and then Beau’s, without freeing their cocks completely. She wanted this to be equal, wanted them to know that they shared equally in her affections. Cass might be questioning that right now, but it was true. She’d kissed Beau without him because she’d needed one of them at that moment, needed the connection so that she didn’t feel so damaged as the old memories came roaring back. But as usual, Cass had come when she hadn’t even realized she’d needed him.
    She reached in and pulled their cocks up and out of their underwear. Beau wiggled his hips and his pants slid down a bit, giving her more room to maneuver. Cass simply hooked his thumbs in both underwear and jeans and shoved them down an inch or two.
    “I’m close,” Beau said softly. “Sorry, but you were pretty damn hot.”
    “Me, too,” Cass said. “You were
both
pretty damn hot. I’m ready to go. Won’t take much.”
    Marian wrapped her hands around their cocks and they moved a little bit in front of her, closer together, so she didn’t have to reach so far. She was glad they were comfortable with one another in this situation. It made it easier to watch both of them at the same time. She pulled on both cocks, ran her hands up to the heads and cupped them. They were wet with pre-cum. She pressed her hands down, the moisture easing her way.
    “Damn, girl,” Cass muttered. “Don’t stop.” He pressed in closer until he was inches from Beau, his head tucked down to Beau’s shoulder as he watched Marian’s hands. “Together,” he told her.
    It may have been her show, but she let Cass direct. She’d never done this and always wanted to. She tugged Beau a step closer and wrapped both hands around both cocks at the same time, pressing them together. It looked so sexy she thought she might come again, with a little encouragement. Cass was big, and his pale cock had a deep-red head and wore a blush. Beau was even bigger, his cock the same golden color as his skin everywhere else, the head a soft brown, but she could see a pink flush beneath his skin, too. So different and yet so alike. Beau’s head fell back.
    “Yes,” he moaned. “God, yes.”
    In just three strokes she could feel their cocks grow hard as steel, hot and pulsing.
    “Now,” Cass said breathlessly. “It’s gonna be now.” He gave a groan and she almost laughed, it was so perfect, the kind of sound a man only made when he was about to come. Beau’s breath hitched and an almost whimpering sound came from him right before he came, a strong jet of cum shooting up and falling on her wrist. Cass cried out and he came, too, not quite so hard, but just as amazing to watch. The sheen of their cum was caught in a tiny little band of sunlight that cut across her hands where she still held them. Why she found it so arresting, almost beautiful, she didn’t know, but she did. They were warm and softening in her hands and she didn’t want to let go.
    “Marian,” Cass whispered in her ear, and she jerked her gaze away from her hands and what they held. “We’ve never done that before. Thank you.” He kissed her cheek. Beau did the same, adding a one-armed hug, too. Cass’s confession and those simple acts meant more to her than flowers or