A Summer in Paradise
every day of his
life.
    Her expression change to one of
surprise when the bed dipped between his legs and Duncan reached
around to pluck at the hard buds of her rose-colored nipples. She
arched back, changing the angle and depth of his thrust and Jarrod
gritted his teeth.
    “ Hurry up, dammit! I don’t
know how much longer I can hold out.”
    “ Hold your fucking horses.”
Duncan pressed a kiss to the side of Pearl’s neck. “Has anyone ever
taken you in the ass before, baby?”
    Jarrod frowned at the look of sheer
terror he could have sworn flashed across her face before she
closed her eyes, took a deep breath and nodded.
    “ A few times.”
    “ How recently?”
    “ Recently enough.” Pearl
paused and bit her lip as though wondering how much to tell them.
“It was about a month ago.” She stopped moving over him and settled
her ass on his thighs. “I thought…” She shook her head. “I thought
my ex had rehabilitated and took him back for one stupid night. We
had make-up sex then the next night he was…” She rested her hands
on his chest and stared off into space as though deciding how much
to tell them. “The very next night he was just as abusive as ever,
so I left him again. Only this time I came here. I needed to see
Gem.”
    Jarrod wanted to snarl, to demand who
the asshole was who abused her, but pulled her down for a kiss
instead. The threat of more violence would only scare her
again.
    Her new position undoubtedly opened her
rear entrance for Duncan, but if he tried to take her now, while
she was so vulnerable, Jarrod just might kill him.
    Duncan leaned forward and pressed a
kiss to her shoulder, the side of her neck. “If you’re not ready
for this—”
    “ No!” She looked terrified.
“I mean yes. Yes I’m ready for it, I need this. I need you to show
me that this can be pleasurable, otherwise I may never have the
courage to do it again.”
    She didn’t add that she planned to
leave them, but he could see the intent in her eyes. Jarrod sighed,
knowing that he and Duncan were going to take that choice from her
and he felt bad, but not as bad as he would feel if they harmed her
because she refused them. He would never forgive himself and Jarrod
was sure Duncan would feel the same.
    “ Let’s do it.” She lifted
her head just enough to look him in the eyes. “I want this.”
Smiling, she cupped his cheek. “I’ve been wanting this for years.
Don’t stop now.”
    Jarrod knew it was selfish, but he
couldn’t help but close his eyes and thank the gods that she was
willing to go through with it, because he was sure waiting even one
more night to make her his would kill him.
    Palming the back of her head, he drew
her down for another kiss. “Then hold on, baby because this is
going to be a ride you will never forget.”
    Reaching down, he grasped the cheeks of
her ass in his hands and held them open for Duncan’s attention. He
watched over her shoulder as Duncan raised a jar of petroleum jelly
and smeared a liberal portion between her lovely rounded cheeks
before he put another glob on the head of his cock and leaned
forward.
    “ I’ll try to move slowly so
I don’t hurt you, baby, but I’m not sure how good of a leash I have
on my control.”
    Jarrod watched as Duncan pushed
forward. Sweat beaded on his brow and he clenched his teeth though
in pain, but Jarrod knew it was pleasure that had his friend
looking so tense.
    “ Hurry up, before I lose
it.” He practically growled the words at Duncan. “Jesus, she’s
getting tighter by the second.”
    Of course she was. She had his and
Duncan’s cocks wedged inside her. It was no wonder she wasn’t
screaming with pain.
    “ It hurts,” she whimpered
against his neck.
    Jarrod, still holding the cheeks of her
ass, massaged them gently, his mouth nuzzling the side of her neck.
“Shh, baby. It’ll be okay.”
    Duncan paused, took a deep breath and
leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. “I’m in, baby. If you don’t
mind, I’d just

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