Sunset Hearts Page 23

  Jerald grinned, the expression lifting years from his face. She’d never seen him looking so happy and carefree, even when they were together before. “Deal, baby.”

  Alan wrapped his arms around her waist. He slipped his hands under her shirt and skimmed his hands up her tummy. “What’s this still doing on?” He nibbled on the side of her neck. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor.

  “Better?”

  “No.” He released the hook on her bra and slid it down and off her shoulders. It joined her shirt on the floor. “That’s better.”

  She melted against him as his lips and tongue worked back and forth across her shoulders. Jerald’s hands cupped her breasts, sending delicious sparks through her body as he teased her nipples into hard peaks.

  It didn’t take them long to get out of the rest of their clothes and return to their previous positions.

  “Hey, Jer,” Alan said.

  He didn’t take his eyes off Daphne. “What?”

  He nibbled the back of Daphne’s neck. “Best. Vacation. Ever.” He punctuated each word with a kiss.

  Jerald laughed. “No argument there.”

  She rubbed her body against Jerald’s, sliding her slick cleft along his stiff cock, rubbing her clit against him before she finally impaled herself on his thick length.

  She felt Alan’s stiff cock rubbing against her ass. “You have something besides olive oil?” she joked.

  Alan laughed. He reached for something, then she felt cool lube against her flesh. “I surely do, babe.”

  She stopped her movements as he seated himself inside her. She wasn’t sure if she’d make it this time around as sore as her muscles felt, but she was more than willing to try.

  She lay on top of Jerald and enjoyed kissing him, loved the slightly scratchy feel of his hair against her sensitive nipples, the rough stubble of his beard against her cheek. Neither man had shaved that morning.

  Even better, she could stay right where she was as long as she wanted without worrying about condoms.

  Alan’s movements slowed, then stopped as he lowered himself over her, his chest against her back. “Holy fuck, I’m going to blow already.”

  She wiggled her hips against him. “What’s stopping you?”

  He nipped the back of her neck. “I want it to last, you damn tease.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  He sat up. “Good point.” He grabbed her hips, and sure enough, within a few strokes he orgasmed. He collapsed on top of her again. “Holy fuck, that’s sooo good.”

  “Get off her, you’re squishing me,” Jerald complained from below.

  Alan chuckled, but rolled off her and climbed out of the bed.

  While he stepped into the bathroom, Jerald rolled her onto her back, his cock still stiff inside her. “Mine,” he growled as he nipped her lips and started thrusting.

  She wrapped her legs around him. “Always, tough guy.” His lazy smile warmed her heart. “Come for me.”

  He shook his head. “I want you to come first.”

  “Later. I want you right now.”

  His intense gaze never left hers until his climax hit. Then his eyes dropped closed as he collapsed on top of her with a happy moan. She held him trapped against her chest and threaded her fingers through his hair. “I love you.”

  He kissed her tummy. “I love you, too, baby. I’m never letting you go.”

  * * * *

  They had a great time in Yellowstone. The men happily paid the last-minute fee increase to add her to their fishing plans and enjoyed spending time with her touring the park. When it came time to think about returning to Florida, Jerald was able to secure her tickets on their flight.

  It was decided they’d make another trip out from Florida in two weeks to pack what she wanted from the house, but they could afford to keep it ready as a vacation home. They drove her back to Cody so she could pack clothes. She happily packed things she’d had in storage for months like tank tops and shorts, clothes she never thought she’d use again.

  Clothes that held good memories that no longer caused her pain to contemplate.

  She was going home.

  * * * *

  By unanimous agreement, they’d decided she would remain Jenny Hemingway. She’d met very few people when she’d lived with them before, and the few that she had knew the story because of Alan getting shot. They could also be trusted to keep their secret about who she really was.

  The mugginess hit her right away when they stepped out of the terminal at Tampa.

  God, she’d missed that.

  She closed her eyes and inhaled. Despite exhaust fumes from taxis and shuttle buses, they were close enough to Tampa Bay that she caught the faint scent of salt water.

  The men had left Alan’s truck in long-term parking. She happily watched familiar sights pass outside the windows. She never thought she’d enjoy seeing palm trees again. They didn’t reach Aripeka until a little before sunset, and at first she thought it was odd Jerald passed the house until she remembered that wasn’t her home anymore.

  Home. She felt a pleasant thrill run through her. Their home.

  Her home.

  Jerald picked her up before she could climb the stairs. “No, you don’t. I’ve got you.”

  He carried her up the stairs while Alan followed with a mischievous grin on his face. “You can’t escape us now, sweetie,” Alan teased.

  At the top of the stairs, Alan stepped around Jerald and unlocked the front door. Jerald carried her inside. “Home sweet home,” Jerald said as he carefully set her on her feet in the foyer. “Right where you belong.”

  The house appeared as gorgeous on the inside as it did outside. As she looked around, tears filled her eyes. She turned to Alan. “You still used everything I picked out?”

  He pulled her into his arms. “Do you like it?”

  “It’s beautiful!” She threw her arms around him. “Absolutely perfect.”

  Jerald sandwiched her between them, hugging both of them. “It’s even better with you here to look at, baby.”

  She’d dreamed of this moment but never in her life thought it would come true, of having them back forever.

  Of coming home.

  The men brought up her luggage and she started unpacking. Alan cleared some space in the dresser and closet. Jerald watched as she started putting her toiletries up in their bathroom. When she put her packet of birth control pills in the medicine cabinet, he reached out and touched her hand.

  She met his intense gaze. “You can throw those away, if you want to,” he softly said.

  Her throat dried. “I thought you didn’t want kids.”

  He pulled her into his arms. “If you want kids, I want kids. If you don’t, that’s okay too. I want you. I want what you want. Nothing else matters.”

  She looked at the package of pills in her hand. “I’ve got three more months on this prescription, then I need to get it refilled.” Her eyes returned to his. “Why don’t we wait until then? That way if you change your mind—”

  “I won’t change my mind.” He kissed her. “Not about you, not about that.”

  “What if Alan doesn’t want kids?”

  “You know he does. He always has. He was willing to give that up before we met you. How bad can kids be?” he teased.

  She laughed, resting her head against his firm chest. “Can’t be any worse than the two of you at your worst. At least we’d have three of us instead of two to wrangle them.”

  “What can’t be any worse than what?” Alan asked as he brought one of their overnight bags into the bathroom.

  “Kids,” Jerald answered simply.

  He froze. “Kids?”

  Jerald pulled him into their embrace. “Kids. You know, a mini me. Or a mini you.”

  “Or a mini me,” she quipped.

  “You mean it?” Alan asked, the blatant hope in his voice unmistakable.

  “Yeah,” Jerald softly said. “I mean it.”

  Alan
kissed him hard, then her. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

  As exhausted as they felt, they sat on the porch swing to relax for a few minutes, Daphne between them, and stared out at the Gulf. Little clouds dotted the horizon, just as they had the evening she sat in the back of the truck with Jerald. She nuzzled her head against Jerald’s shoulder.

  “Look.”

  He smiled, then kissed the top of her head. “Our sunset hearts. They’re welcoming you home.”

  “We can watch them every night,” Alan said as he stroked her arm. The sky turned purple as the sun finally sank below the horizon. “Sunsets every night, followed by happy finish sunrises.”

  Jerald and Daphne burst out laughing. Alan shrugged. “Well, I’m not as eloquent as you two. So shoot me.”

  “I’d rather fuck you than shoot you,” Jerald quipped.

  “Me too,” she said with a snicker.

  Alan stood and stripped off his shirt. “Fine. Then come molest me.” He walked through the sliding glass doors leading to their master bedroom.

  Jerald smiled at her and waggled his eyebrows. “I can’t turn down an invitation that good.”

  “Neither can I.”

  “Then let’s not keep him waiting.” He stood and hauled her to her feet. Before he released her, he placed one last, deep kiss on her lips. “I’ve spent so many nights watching the sun go down and thinking about that evening we sat here in the truck,” he admitted. He glanced over her shoulder at the darkening horizon. “I couldn’t help it. It left me feeling sad, but I thought maybe you were watching it too, somewhere. Maybe you were seeing what I was seeing, and maybe it was a way to be with you.”

  “No more sad sunset hearts,” she swore. “Never again.”

  “Get your asses in here and fuck me!” Alan yelled from the bedroom.

  Jerald smiled. “I think he’s serious.”

  “Then let’s go.”

  She squealed with laughter as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, then carried her to their bedroom.

  THE END

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