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  Shane's fingers slowed. “I guess if it happens, it'll be no different than the way Damon and I argue. I love you, Red. I have for a long time. There isn't an argument in the world that would change that."

  "I hope you're right. It worries me, you know? Because I know if I do something to screw up a relationship with one of you, I'll have to say goodbye to you both. Damon told me upfront that the two of you were a package deal."

  "Shhh,” Shane said. “Let's not think that way. Damon would be pissed if he knew you were questioning the relationship we've built."

  "I'm not questioning it. Just saying that it worries me."

  "What can I do to reassure you of my love?” Shane asked.

  "Take me to bed."

  * * * *

  After Shane showed her just how very much he loved her, Rachel rested her head on his lightly furred chest. Even though it was only one man making love to her instead of two, she felt completely replete. “So why won't you tell me why Damon didn't come with us? He's not having second thoughts is he? About me, I mean."

  Lifting her chin, Shane gave her a sweet kiss. “Never. We're keeping you.” He kissed her forehead. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess it's better that I tell you. Damon decided to stay in New York for a couple of days until Mrs. Levins was released from the hospital. We bought her a little apartment in a highly secure building not too far from us."

  Sitting up, Rachel put her hand over her mouth. “What? You bought Mrs. Levins an apartment? Why?"

  Pulling her back down to his chest, Shane ran his hand down her back. “Because Damon and I knew you felt guilty about what happened to her. We knew that you'd continue to worry after she was released, so we did the right thing. If she still had family, they would have done the same thing. I don't have any living family besides the two of you, and I've never had the pleasure of being spoiled by a grandmother.” Shane kissed the top of Rachel's head.

  Rachel knew she should argue. Buying someone a home wasn't a little thing, but how could she? Shane was right, she would've worried about Mrs. Levins. Rachel wondered what it would be like to have enough money to really change the lives of people you cared about. She imagined it was a wonderful feeling. Who was she to take that away from the man she loved. “That has to be the nicest thing I've ever heard of anyone doing. How did I get so lucky?"

  "You didn't get lucky. You finally got what you deserved. Two men who are hopelessly in love with you.” Shane pulled her up and covered her lips with his. The kiss went deeper as Shane ran his hands over Rachel's breasts. “Have you ever considered getting your nipples pierced like Damon's?” He plucked the extended nipple as he sucked on her ear lobe.

  "I never thought it was sexy until I saw Damon's. Why? Have you?” Rachel paid Shane back by plucking at his small dark brown nipples.

  Shane released her earlobe and scooted down to suck on one of her nipples. “Not until right this minute. I think we should get them done as a surprise for Damon when he finally gets his ass down here."

  Arching her back, Rachel nodded her head. “I think we should do it. Let's go now.” Rachel started to push Shane off her.

  Shane pushed her right back down. “First things first, I plan on fucking this sweet ass before we go. I just hope we can find a woman to pierce them because I don't think I can let another man get that close to your breasts.” He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth once more.

  After sufficiently teasing and tasting Rachel's nipples, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Rachel didn't even have to be asked. She immediately slid her legs under herself and presented herself to her lover.

  Running his fingers over the soft puckered hole, Shane moaned. “I'm going to buy you some jewellery to wear in the pretty hole."

  Turning her head to look back towards him, Rachel couldn't believe what he'd said. “Jewellery? You mean you want me to get pierced down there, too?"

  Running one hand over the cheek of her ass, Shane gave the globe a slap. “I know, no one's getting close enough to this hole for that. No, I saw some anal jewellery last time I was down here. There's a silversmith in town that makes ... butt plugs, I guess you'd call them. But on the end he's fashioned different designs so it protrudes far enough out of your hole to look like jewellery. They're really beautiful, and I bet they feel good too. I'd love to see this ass with a big ruby heart surrounded by filigreed silver."

  Shane got out of bed and went to his suitcase. After digging around for a few minutes, he came back to bed with a blue bottle of lube. Running his tongue over Rachel's hole once more he sighed. “I'll never get enough of you.” He opened the bottle of lube and poured a liberal amount down the crack of Rachel's ass.

  Moaning as Shane slipped two fingers into her hole, Rachel looked back at him. “I like the picture you paint, but if I have something up my ass like that, I'll constantly be horny. I'm not sure how well I can work in that condition."

  Pulling his fingers out, Shane replaced them with the tip of his cock. “I hadn't thought of you wearing it all the time, but now that you mentioned it...” Shane drove inside to the root.

  * * * *

  Four days after getting her new jewellery, Rachel lay on a big blanket in the sand. The warm Mexican sun was turning her skin a lovely shade of bronze. Dot would be green with envy by the time their vacation was over.

  The only thing missing was Damon. Rachel lightly ran her finger over her healing nipples. The silver hoops may be small, but they were still quite sensitive to the touch. She couldn't really understand the Mexican woman who'd pierced them, other than the fact she had to keep them clean. Shane had been quite happy to take on that job. He carefully cleaned the swollen nipples at least five times a day.

  Hopefully by the time she saw Damon they'd both be healed. Shane's were still swollen but he claimed they weren't as sore as they'd once been. Rachel looked down her nude body at the silver hoops shining in the afternoon sunshine. Shane had been right, they did look sexy.

  The anal jewellery had been a little harder for her to get used to. Shane had been right about that as well. The craftsmanship that went into the silver butt plug was exquisite. It was just a matter of getting used to being filled on a constant basis. All Shane had to do was look at her and she came.

  Rachel reached down and ran her fingertips over her newly waxed pussy. Oh, damn. A shadow fell over her, and she opened her eyes. “Hey, you, I thought you went to town?"

  Shane handed her a bottle of beer, before stretching out next to her. “I did.” He touched her skin in several places. “Don't you think it's about time you got out of the sun?"

  "Am I burning?” she asked, holding her arm up to look at it.

  "No. I think you're beyond the burning stage, but it's still not healthy."

  Rachel rolled her eyes. God, now Shane was trying to protect her from herself. “I'm a big girl,” she answered.

  Shane cupped her breast, making sure to stay away from her nipple. “Yes, you are."

  "Did Damon call?” she asked, watching Shane shuck his shorts and T-shirt.

  Turning to his stomach, Shane made a pillow out of his hands and closed his eyes. “Yeah. He's almost got the Calumet problem solved, and Mrs. Levin is safely tucked in her new apartment. He said to tell you he loved you and would see us soon."

  Rachel closed her eyes, letting the hot sun lull her. “I miss him,” she whispered.

  "You and me both, but it's been nice spending this time with just the two of us."

  "Yes, it's been nice, it just doesn't feel right.” She smiled. She would've never pictured herself saying something like that a month ago. Now she couldn't imagine a life without Damon and Shane.

  * * * *

  Three days later, the ringing phone woke Shane from a sound sleep. Rachel blindly reached across him trying to stop the loud noise, but all she ended up doing was repeatedly slapping Shane on the chest. Chuckling, he stilled her hand.

  "I'll get it,” he said, reaching for the phone. “Hello."
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br />   "Hey, baby. How're you and my sweetheart doing this morning?"

  The sound of Damon's voice immediately caused Shane's cock to spring into action. He reached down and ran his hand up and down its hard length. “Hey, darlin'. What are you doing calling so early?"

  Snuggling into his side, Rachel took over stroking Shane's shaft. Shane moaned, which got a chuckle out of Damon.

  "Well, I can only guess what the two of you are doing right now, but why don't you save it for me and come pick me up."

  Shane stopped thrusting into Rachel's hand. “You're here?"

  "Yep. Flew in first thing this morning, but I thought I'd let you sleep a little longer. Now that you're awake, get that sweet ass of yours to the airport and pick me up. I've had a hard-on for the last eight days and listening to you moan is about to make me come in my jeans."

  "We'll be there in thirty minutes. Love you."

  "I love you, baby. Just hurry."

  Shane hung up the phone and stopped Rachel's hand. “We need to jump up and get dressed. Damon's waiting at the airport for us to pick him up.” They both flipped back the covers at the same time and bounded from bed.

  Shane smiled as Rachel tried to tame her bed-mussed hair. She finally sighed and brushed it back into a ponytail. “What should I wear?” she asked.

  Slipping on a pair of clean jeans, Shane reached for a dark purple sport shirt. “Wear the short denim skirt and the white cotton blouse."

  Walking over to the closet, Rachel pulled out the skirt, white shirt and a red tank-top. When she started to put on the tank-top, Shane's hand stilled her. “Leave it off."

  "But in the right light, you can see through this shirt."

  "I'm countin’ on it,” Shane said.

  "Are you sure you want me walking around in public like that?"

  "Very sure,” he said as he ran his fingers over the silver hoops in her nipples. He gave them a little tug and smiled at her moan. “Let's give Damon a proper welcome home.” Shane released his hold on Rachel's nipple and allowed her to get dressed as he slipped his loafers on without socks.

  Sliding her feet into a pair of sandals, Rachel nodded. “I'm ready."

  Shane shook his head and went to the dresser. He opened the carved wooden box and withdrew the shiny silver plug. “Not quite. Bend over."

  Shane watched the fire in Rachel's face as she gazed lovingly at the silver anal jewellery. She walked over to the bed and bent over, resting her hands on the mattress.

  Bringing the silver plug to his mouth, Shane ran his tongue over the silver plug, getting it well lubed with his saliva. He stood behind Rachel and pulled the plug out of his mouth. Putting it to the opening of her ass, he slowly inserted it as Rachel bowed her back and moaned.

  "Damn. I don't think I'll ever get used to that thing. Every time I feel the cold silver heat up inside my body, I feel the urge to rub my clit until I come."

  Slapping her bared ass, Shane pulled her up. “Good. That's just how I like you. Now, let's go get our man."

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  Chapter Seven

  By the time they reached the airport, Rachel was begging Shane to let her touch herself. Shane had refused, knowing the bumpy roads had jostled the plug inside her to an almost painful level of arousal. Turning off the car, Shane leaned over and kissed her. “Just a few more minutes."

  Walking into the small airport, Rachel couldn't keep her breathing steady. She gripped Shane's hand running it over the front of her skirt as they neared the waiting area. Shane stopped and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You're a very bad girl, Red."

  Looking up into Shane's eyes, Rachel pleaded. “Please."

  Shane couldn't do it anymore. He pulled her into his arms and was just about to find a dark hallway when a giant brown hand landed on his shoulder.

  "Is this a private party or can anyone join?"

  Shane looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Hey. You're the only one who can join, but I've created a bit of a problem at the moment. Seems your little sweetheart needs to come. You think you can take care of that once we get to the car?"

  Without a word, Damon scooped Rachel into his arms and headed for the door. He stopped long enough to look back at a laughing Shane. “Get my bag will ya. And hurry the fuck up."

  Damon set her down long enough to open the car door and help her into the back seat before unzipping his fly and sliding in next to her. They weren't even out of the parking lot before Damon had Rachel straddling his lap. “Oh fuck I need you, sweetheart.” Impaling her wet pussy on his cock, Damon moaned and closed his eyes.

  He wrapped his large hands around the twin globes of her ass and was just about to put pressure on her puckered hole when his fingers came into contact with the a surprise. “What the fuck?” He brushed his hand over the plug once more and Rachel came apart in his arms.

  Damon watched the rise of colour on her neck and cheeks as her orgasm ripped through her. He looked up towards the front seat and caught Shane's eyes in the rear view mirror. “What the hell have you two been up to?"

  Driving one handed while fisting his own cock, Shane chuckled. “Remember that place in town where the guy makes the silver jewellery?"

  "Oh shit.” He ran his fingers over the plug again and watched as quakes continued to wrack Rachel's body. “Oh fuck, I gotta see this.” He started to pull out of Rachel's pussy but she stopped him with a grip on his ear.

  "You can look your fill when we get you home.” Rachel said, as she slumped forward against Damon's chest.

  Damon bent his head and took her mouth, as he kept one eye on Shane via the mirror. He watched as Shane's arm moved faster and faster, pumping his own cock. He broke the kiss. “Better pull over if you're going to come. No sense in killing us all."

  Pulling to the side of the road, Shane put the car into park just as Damon watched the euphoric look come over his face. Shane grunted and Damon lifted Rachel enough that he could pound up into her sweet pussy. He took hold of the plug and pulled it out just enough to slam it back into place.

  As predicted, Rachel lapsed into another orgasm as he shot stream after stream of seed deep into her womb. Several moments later they were all still breathing hard, but starting to get their wits back. “God it's good to be here."

  Reaching for the rag under the seat, Shane cleaned himself up before tossing it back to Damon. “We'll be home in about ten minutes."

  Nodding his head, Damon cleaned Rachel then himself. Tossing the cloth to the floor, he pulled Rachel against his chest. He heard her stomach growl and tapped Shane on the shoulder. “How about we flip a U and go back into town for something to eat. My sweetheart's tummy is growling back here, and if we take her home, we'll never get to feeding her."

  Slowing the car, Shane did a U-turn and headed back towards town. Damon rubbed Rachel's back as she cuddled against him. “Big Man'll get you fed, sweetheart. The way I'm feeling you're gonna need all the strength you can get.” He brushed his hand over her exposed butt cheek again.

  * * * *

  "Wake up, loves. Time to get something to eat so we can get back home,” Shane said.

  Damon stirred and opened his eyes to Shane's smiling face. He winked and mouthed the words, “I love you".

  "Love you. Now wake up that angel in your lap, and let's go. Besides, the locals are getting a nice view of Red's ass."

  Damon quickly removed his hands and pulled down Rachel's skirt. “Rachel, sweetheart, it's time to wake up and eat.” Damon said, kissing the top of her head.

  Squirming in his arms, Rachel wiped her face against the front of Damon's shirt. “Sleepy."

  "I know, but we need to get something to eat so we can go home and spend the rest of the day in bed. I plan to be buried to the hilt inside that tempting ass of yours, while Shane fucks me from behind, about two minutes after we get there.” Damon grinned as Rachel suddenly sat up and smiled at him.

  "Okay. I like that idea.” She smoothed her ponytail and opened the door.
Shane got out and helped her untangle herself from Damon's lap. Smoothing the wrinkles from her shirt as much as possible, Rachel waited for Damon.

  Damon's long legs appeared first as he stepped out of the car. When he stood in front of her, she smiled up at him. “I missed you."

  Looking down at Rachel, Damon spotted a shiny silver glint behind her shirt. He looked around and made sure no one was paying him any attention, before smoothing his hands down Rachel's breasts, pulling the shear fabric taught. The silver hoops through her nipples were clearly visible now. “Damn.” He looked at Shane and narrowed his eyes. “You two aren't safe to leave alone for long. How many men did you allow to see these breasts?” His jaw ticked as he tried not to think about another man handling Rachel's large breasts.

  "No men, so you can just put that temper back in your pocket. I found a nice older woman to do the deed. Pretty though, aren't they?” Shane smiled and winked at him.

  "Absolutely breathtaking.” He ran his fingertips around the loops but stopped when Rachel closed her eyes and moaned. “Come on, sweetheart, food then fucking."

  He ushered Rachel into the bar with a hand to the small of her back. Shane stepped through the door first and spotted a table over to the side and headed that way.

  Following Shane's lead, Damon walked Rachel over to the table. He was keenly aware of the lecherous eyes following Rachel as she passed. He pulled out the chair facing away from the gawking locals and tourists and sat Rachel down.

  When her stomach growled again she started giggling. “I don't know if I've ever been this hungry. I'm going to the ladies room. Would one of you order me four tacos and a tamale? Ooh, maybe we should pick up some extra food to take back to the house with us."

  Shane laughed and kissed her hand as she passed. The waitress came over and Shane gave her a huge order to take home with them. He also ordered his dinner and Rachel's then waited for Damon to give his order. When the waitress had gone, he slid his foot against Damon's under the table. “Missed you."