Nothing on Earth
been a long week and she really needed to feel attraction and desire that wasn’t drug induced. She wanted to feel real love and real emotion for both her men. “John, I wasn’t under the drugs influence when we made love in the caves.” He stilled at her spoken words, so she rushed on, trying to explain what she felt. “I need to be with you, love you, and watch you and Alec love each other. I need to feel normal.”
    “Oh, baby,” he said sorrow softening his voice. “I’m just trying to protect you. I want you to know that Alec and I would never do anything you didn’t want us to do.”
    She smiled, shamelessly taking advantage of the opening he’d just delivered her.
    “Well, I don’t want you to not make love to me.”
    Alec’s strong chuckle sounded behind her, and she felt John’s chest shake with suppressed laughter. “Okay, Tara ,” Alec said finally. “I think maybe we can convince him with a little work.” He leaned over her and kissed John reverently, gently trapping Tara between them. “What do you say, big guy? Ready to ravish your lovers?”
    John grinned, leaned forward, and lifted Tara over his shoulder. She giggled as he caressed her bottom and moaned when he squeezed the soft flesh with his big hand. He lowered her to the bed, kissing her gently as he finished undoing the buttons on her shirt and pushed it open. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her beaded nipples crinkled even tighter when she saw the heat in his eyes.
    Alec crawled onto the bed behind John and set to work relieving them all of clothing. Inch by gorgeous inch, the men of her dreams—and her heart and her reality—were revealed to her avid gaze. She licked her lips as she lifted her face to John’s mouth. He kissed her like she was fragile, precious, and her heart constricted at the care and restraint Alec and John had shown over the past few days. One of them had been with her constantly since they’d escaped the ship, so she knew that they hadn’t even had a chance to be together.
    Finally divested of clothing, John groaned as Alec wrapped his hand around his hard cock, pumping the tumescent flesh with his fist. John leaned forward, chasing Tara with his kisses as she fell back onto the mattress. She moaned into his mouth as Alec urged him to cover her body with his own. She was already dripping wet with want, but John skimmed her clit with his fingers, dipping lower to her hot core, making certain that he wouldn’t hurt her.
    Her eyes misted as he pressed his thick cock into her tender flesh with such exquisite care. She loved that about him. He’d never hurt her. Several times over the last few days, she’d thought about that moment almost a month ago when he’d slammed into her home and abducted her. It had taken a little while to reconcile her feelings. Even as it had been happening, her instinct had been to trust him, but fear had overridden her thought processes. She knew now without a shadow of a doubt that he was an honorable man and that her intuition had been spot on. Her only regret was that she hadn’t realized sooner. She had no doubt that her behavior that day, her fear and mistrust, had hurt him deeply, and she was prepared to spend the rest of her life making it up to him, convincing him that he did the only thing he could’ve done under the circumstances.
    He pressed farther into her but seemed to lose control for a moment and forced his cock deeper. She gasped as it happened again, and she heard Alec’s reassuring voice.
    “Shhh, it’s okay, John. Let me and Tara take care of you this time.”

    * * * *

    John flinched away from the unexpected contact, forcing his cock deeper into Tara ’s warm pussy. She gasped, and he hesitated until he realized she’d gasped in arousal, not in pain.
    Alec’s quiet words filled him with liquid warmth. Alec had never topped him, so the cold lubricant had been a shock. The finger swirling around the rim of his anus had him groaning from the exquisite

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