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  Shane tilted up Rachel's chin. His woman looked so fragile. “Can I see where he hurt you? I need to prepare Damon. He'll go crazy if I don't warn him before he sees them for himself."

  Rachel closed her eyes and gave him a slight nod. He pulled away just enough to turn Rachel onto her back. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat as he looked at her bruised breasts. He traced the bite mark lightly with his finger. “Did this bite break the skin?” He looked at the bruised dental impression closer.

  "No.” Rachel started to cover her breasts with her hands. “That's enough. They're ugly now."

  Shane stopped her hands. “No. The bruises are ugly, but your breasts are anything but.” He bent his head and kissed each bruise no matter how small. “Is that and your hip all of them?"

  Chewing on her lip, Rachel shook her head. “I think I might have one down ... I haven't seen it, but they took some pictures at the hospital for the police report. It's the most tender of them all."

  Raising his head, Shane looked down at Rachel. No, please, God. “I thought you said he didn't rape you? What did he do to give you a bruise down there?"

  Tears began to fall down Rachel's face, breaking Shane's heart all over again.

  "He kicked me before he ran away."

  Shane studied Rachel's scared and confused face. Her beautiful green eyes were unfocused, memories plaguing her.

  "Why'd he do that? It was like he hated me, but I'd never even seen him before,” she said, her voice raspy with pain.

  Sitting up, Shane turned his gaze to Rachel's mound. There was a perfect heel print bruised into her pretty pussy that looked swollen and sore. “Did they x-ray this? It's right over the bone.” Shane's jaws clenched down so hard he was thankful his teeth didn't turn to powder. What a sick mother-fucker.

  "The doctor examined it and said nothing appeared damaged. He said I'd be bruised for a couple weeks, but the soreness should be gone within a few days."

  Closing his eyes, Shane bent his head and kissed the sore looking bruise. “Thank you for showing me. It's going to take all my skills to keep Damon from going on a man-hunt though.” Shane was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He took the phone out of his pocket and looked at the display.

  "I need to take this real quick. It's Ted down in mergers.” Shane sat on the edge of the bed. “Brassil."

  "Hi, Mr. Brassil. It's Ted."

  "Yes,” he said impatiently. “What can I do for you?"

  "Um, we were supposed to have a staff meeting at three o'clock. It's three-thirty now, and I didn't know if you wanted us to go on without you?"

  "You'll have to. I'm busy for the rest of the day.” Shane reached back and ran his hand over Rachel's stomach. She was just about asleep.

  "What about Mr. Johnson? Can he sit in on it?"

  "Sorry but we're in the middle of a family crisis right now. Damon isn't even in the building. Just do your best, and if need be, we can reschedule for next week sometime."

  "I hope everything turns out all right, Mr. Brassil."

  "Thank you for your understanding. I'll talk to you Monday.” Shane flipped the phone closed and set it on the table. He went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of juice for Rachel. She was already asleep, so he put it on the bedside table and undressed.

  Covering them both, Shane pulled Rachel into his arms. He'd need to figure out how to talk to Damon about her bruises. He drifted off to sleep before he could figure it out.

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  Chapter Four

  A large hand on his ass, woke Shane from his nap. He opened his eyes to find Damon staring at him. “Hi."

  Stroking his bare butt cheek a little harder, Damon gave him a half-smile. “How's our queen?"

  Shane knew he needed to talk to Damon before Rachel woke up. He rolled out of bed and beckoned a wonderfully naked Damon, to follow him. Shane led Damon out into the living room and pulled him down onto the deep, black leather couch. Leaning forward, Shane kissed him.

  Damon opened his mouth and took the kiss deeper. When Damon started rubbing his steel-hard erection against Shane's leg, Shane knew Damon needed his reassurance.

  Breaking the kiss, Shane stilled Damon's hips. “I love you, always and forever."

  Damon wrapped his hand around Shane's cock and started stroking it. “I love you, too. I'm needing you awful bad right now.” To prove it, Damon thrust his erection against Shane's thigh once again.

  "I know you are, but first we need to talk."

  When Damon started to argue, Shane kissed him again. “You know we always fall asleep after we come, and I need to talk to you about what happened to Rachel."

  Damon shook his head. “I don't want to hear about it. I'm sorry if that make's me an asshole, but I just can't. That's why I left earlier. I knew she needed to talk, and I couldn't stand to hear what that bastard did to her."

  Sighing, Shane rested his head on Damon's chest. “I wish it were that easy, but it's not.” Shane looked up and narrowed his eyes at Damon. “Unless you're saying you don't want her with us anymore."

  "Hell, no. That's not what I'm saying at all. I'm just saying it hurts too much to know I had the power to prevent it and didn't. I shouldn't have let her go."

  "No. You're no more at fault here than she is. You can't take responsibility for that sick fuck's actions. But she has bruises, and I need to tell you about them before she wakes up.” Shane ran his hand down Damon's chest. He idly played with the small gold hoops in Damon's dark brown nipples.

  Damon's body went stiff. “What kind of bruises? I mean, I saw the one on her hip when I picked her up. Are there more?"

  Shane watched, as if in slow motion, Damon's jaw began to throb again. “Rachel has quite a few on her breasts where he manhandled and bit her. Thankfully, none of them penetrated the skin."

  Damon swore and stood. He paced to the drink cart and poured himself a whisky.

  "There's one more, and it's the worst of the lot.” Shane walked over beside Damon and poured himself a shot of single malt scotch. He tossed it back and set the glass down. “Before he ran off, the bastard stomped on her. He bruised her pelvic area."

  Damon turned and threw his empty glass across the living room. It smashed against the far wall and shattered into a million pieces. “Fuck!"

  When Damon started for the elevator, Shane quickly caught up with him. “You can't leave."

  "Why the hell not? If I stay, who knows what I'll do or say?"

  Shane put his body in front of Damon's. “If you walk out, Rachel will think you're disgusted by her. I know for a fact that she's already worried about it. Besides...” Shane ran his hand down Damon's naked body to grip his shaft. “If you go out there looking like this, I may have to fire half of my workforce for looking at you."

  Damon cussed again and pulled Shane into his arms. “I don't want Rachel to think she disgusts me. I can't stand to see any woman hurt. Especially the woman I'm falling in love with."

  "Then tell her that, you big goof. Don't run away from her. She needs us both right now.” Shane led Damon back into the bedroom. Rachel was curled up on one side of the bed, so Damon and Shane crawled under the covers on the other side.

  Shane swung his leg over Damon's thighs and held on, resting his head on his lover's chest. They didn't talk for a long time. Shane concentrated on petting his growly bear until Damon's breathing began to even out. He knew of Damon's mother and the abuse she'd taken at the hands of his father. His lover's protective instinct had always been such an endearing trait, but now it made Shane nervous. What if Damon tried to smother Rachel with protection? She'd already made it quite clear she needed her space. Shane hated the thought of Rachel running off, putting herself into more danger.

  Rubbing his five o'clock shadow across Damon's sensitive nipples, Shane reached for Damon's cock. Without a word, Damon spread his legs, as Shane continued to run his fingers over the smooth skin, dipping down to cup and squeeze his lover's balls. “Mmm ...
someone's happy to see me."

  Thrusting his cock into Shane's hand, Damon pinched Shane's nipples. “That someone's always happy to see you."

  Readjusting their positions, Shane aligned his cock with Damon's. “Are you calmed down?” Shane asked.

  Damon rimmed Shane's lips with his tongue. Slipping inside, Shane tasted the scotch Damon drank earlier. They started a slow rub against each other's bodies, Shane's cock sliding against Damon's.

  Their speed picked up, and soon they were pushing and grinding their way to completion. With sticky warmth covering their stomachs, they continued to kiss until Shane felt a third hand on his ass. He broke the kiss and looked over at Rachel.

  Wide awake, Rachel licked her lips. “Wow. You two are studs."

  Shane started laughing and swatted Damon's ass. “Darlin', would you do this stud a favour and get a hot washcloth out of the bathroom? I want to love our woman without sticking to her."

  Damon swung his legs over the side of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. “Mr. Bossy."

  That set Shane off again. He was still laughing when Damon came back with the washcloth. “Just for that you can wash yourself.” Damon tossed the wet cloth at Shane. “I've already cleaned up so I get to snuggle with my sweetheart first."

  Rachel opened her arms and Damon joined her under the covers. Shane watched as the two people he loved most began to kiss. Instead of cleaning himself with the washcloth, Shane found himself stroking his cock with it. The rasp of the terrycloth gave Shane just the right amount of sensation to get him hard again.

  Shane couldn't take it any more. Damon and Rachel looked so damn sexy together, Shane had to join in. He leaned over and rested his cheek next to Damon's, waiting for his turn.

  Damon moved back just enough to let Shane give Rachel a kiss. Shane swept the interior of Rachel's mouth with his tongue, tasting Damon there as well. He looked at his bald Adonis and grinned. “You wanna join in?"

  With a smile, Damon joined the kiss. Shane could barely keep track of whose tongue was thrusting inside his mouth, but it didn't matter.

  When Damon forgot himself and slid his hand down to finger Rachel's pussy, she flinched. Feeling like an ass, Damon pulled his hand back up immediately. “I'm so sorry. Shane told me you were bruised, but I forgot."

  "It's okay. It'll be better once the swelling goes down."

  Rachel tried to kiss him again, but Damon pulled his head back.

  "Swelling?” He turned the bedside lamp on and flipped the covers back.

  Shane sat back on his heels. “It looks even worse, Red. Are you sure the doctor said you would be okay?"

  Damon gently touched the heel imprint. He felt the heat radiating from the blue and purple swollen flesh.

  "I told you it'll be fine. It's just a bad bruise. He told me it would probably be swollen for a day or two.” Rachel tried to pull the covers back up over her.

  Damon stopped the cover's progress. Bending over he kissed the bruise. He looked over Rachel's body at Shane. “Do you have anything we could use as an ice pack? I think it would help the swelling."

  Shane got up and headed to the kitchen. He called out from the hallway. “I'll get three of them. I think we all could use help with swelling tonight."

  After Shane left, Damon let Rachel pull up the covers. “I'm sorry this is going to ruin our weekend."

  Damon tilted her chin up. “It didn't ruin anything. This way we get a chance to show you our tender, take-care-of-our-woman side.” Damon grinned, even though he felt like punching a wall. Shane had been right. Rachel needed to know they still wanted her. He could do that for Rachel. He'd wait and take his anger out on the police and the sick fuck once they found him.

  "We can just snuggle and neck all weekend and save the heavy stuff for when you feel better. We don't plan on letting you get away from us, so there should be plenty of time for us to take turns with that pretty pussy of yours,” Damon said, running his fingertips over Rachel's stomach.

  "You know? Just because I might not be able to have sex this weekend, doesn't mean you and Shane can't.” Rachel grinned and bit her lip. “Watching the two of you touch and kiss is sexy as hell. I can't imagine what it would be like to watch the two of you fuck each other."

  "We can do that,” Damon said, running his hand over his quickly filling cock.

  "There's something else, but I'm a little embarrassed to talk about it, especially now."

  "Why would you be embarrassed?"

  Rachel ran a hand through her hair, a sign she was nervous, like biting her lip. Every time he saw her do either, he wanted to pounce.

  "I've always thought of myself as fairly reserved, but being with the two of you..."

  "What it is, sweetheart? Now you've got me all curious."

  Biting her lip, Rachel hesitated for several seconds before asking. “Is it possible for both you and Shane to be inside me at the same time?"

  "Sure. I think we've proved that already."

  "Yes, and you did a very good job of it, but that's not what I meant. There's something that's been in the back of my mind that I'd like to try."

  Damon moved his tongue towards her mouth and kissed her. “If it doesn't get done by the two of us, it won't get done at all. You're ours, and we don't share with anyone else. So, tell me what you want to try."

  Rachel bit her lip and swirled her finger around Damon's erect nipple, flicking the little loop. Damon groaned and Rachel smiled. “Is it possible for two cocks to both be inside my pussy at the same time? I just think it would really feel like we're all three fucking each other then."

  Falling away from Rachel onto his back, Damon put his arm over his eyes. “Oh God. Don't say anything more or I'll come."

  Feeling the bed dip, Damon heard Shane's deep voice. “What's going to make you come?” Shane handed one of the bags of frozen peas to Rachel.

  "Rachel wants us both to fuck her pussy at the same time.” Damon grabbed a bag of frozen corn out of Shane's hand and covered his erection.

  "Fuck.” The other bag of peas went immediately to Shane's cock. “Seriously?"

  Rachel shrugged her shoulders. “I just thought we'd all like it, but I don't even know if it's physically possible."

  Groaning, Shane looked over at her. “In my head, it seems possible. I have to admit I never even dreamed of such a scenario, but hell I'm willing to try. What about you, darlin'?"

  Damon just grunted and held the bag of corn tighter against his cock, knowing life with Rachel would never be dull.

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  Chapter Five

  Digging through her inbox, Rachel tried to separate the urgent work from the get-to-it-soon work. It had been ten days since her attack, and this was the first day Shane and Damon had let Rachel back into her office.

  They'd spent the weekend lounging in bed, watching football. Rachel smiled as she thought about the fabulous dinner Shane had catered in for the three of them. She'd spent most weekends alone since her mother's death a little over four years ago. Now, she hoped she'd be spending every weekend with the two of them.

  Damon called the detective every other day but the police still hadn't come up with anything. There had been another rape in the park since her attack, and they were stepping up patrols until the guy was caught.

  Rachel shivered when she thought about the park. She wondered whether she'd ever be able to go there again. As she turned back to her computer to do her monthly reports, a knock on the door interrupted her. Rachel looked up when the door opened. “Dot? Why are you knocking? You never knock."

  Dot looked around and snuck into the office. Her friend's thick hair was back in a sleek ponytail this morning, but the dark smudges under her eyes told Rachel Dot hadn't been sleeping well.

  "I'll tell you why. Those guard dogs of yours gave strict instructions to the entire building that you weren't to be disturbed.” Dot collapsed in the chair in front of Rachel's desk. “I've been worried about you. I know you assured m
e last week that you were okay, but this creep is still out there."

  "Please don't worry about me. It's all I can stand right now with Shane and Damon looking over my shoulder twenty-four hours a day. My bruises have all but healed, and I'm perfectly safe living upstairs."

  Flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, Dot smiled. “How's it going? With ... ya know? The guys? When you first told me you were dating them both, I was a little too shocked to ask."

  Rachel took a deep breath and smiled. “Wonderful. I've never felt so cherished and adored in my life."

  "I bet the sex with those two studs isn't bad either,” Dot said standing.

  Rachel smiled, unable to stop her wicked thoughts of her time spent with the two men she adored, maybe even loved. “I couldn't even begin to describe it. I'll just say ... If you ever get the chance to be with two men, do it."

  Rachel's intercom buzzed. She rolled her eyes at Dot. “That's Big Man, Mr. Johnson to you and everyone else. He wants me to take some dictation.” Rachel picked up her pencil and pad. “Alas, no rest for the weary.” She dramatically put the back of her hand to her forehead but ruined the effect with a giggle.

  Dot opened the door. “Yeah. We should all have it so bad. I'll talk to you later.” Dot waved and closed the door.

  Rachel missed spending time with Dot. She'd have to talk to her guards about time off for good behaviour.

  Before walking into Damon's office, Rachel locked the door from the hallway to their executive suite. She opened Damon's door and went in. He was on the phone but beckoned her closer. Rachel knew what he wanted. This was a particular fantasy he'd told her about earlier in the week.

  Rachel wasted no time getting her silk blouse unbuttoned as she stood before him. As she struggled to get the blouse off her shoulders, Damon reached out and unclasped the front of her bra. He pulled her closer and put his fingers to his lips. He pushed the speaker phone button so he could use both hands on her as he set the handset down.