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  She reached for the shower gel and began soaping Shane's sculpted chest. She made sure to clean his nipple rings very thoroughly. Of course, that caused Shane to moan, which caused an increased difference in the erection pressed against her lower back.

  With a generous amount of gel in his palms, Damon began soaping Rachel's full breasts. “We've had too many business dinners lately, and we miss you. So we've decided to take you out on the town then bring you back here and have our wicked way with you.” Damon pulled both nipple rings and Rachel moaned.

  "Mmm. That sounds nice. I might even be persuaded to wear my jewellery for you.” She reached down and took Shane's cock in her hands. “Is there a rule against having an appetizer before dinner?"

  Chuckling, Shane picked her up and impaled her on his cock. “Damn. I'll never get enough of this sweet pussy."

  Rachel held on to Shane's shoulders as he pumped in and out of her sheath. She wasn't at all surprised when she felt Damon's gel slicked fingers entering her nether hole. Evidently Shane wasn't surprised either, because he automatically shifted his hands enough to spread her butt cheeks for Damon's invasion. “Oh, God. Now, Damon. Fuck me now."

  Her pleas were answered by the broad tip of Damon's cock at her hole. Shane pulled out far enough to make Damon's entrance easier. Once Damon's length was buried inside to the hilt, Shane slid back in.

  Damon's deep voice crooned words of love in her ear as the two men worked their cocks in tandem to give her the ride of her life. When Damon reached between her and Shane to pinch her clit, Rachel couldn't hold back any longer. Her orgasm rushed through her, sending sparks of electricity from her toes to the top of her head. She cried out both men's names as she bucked and shook her way through her climax.

  The clamping of her body around both cocks sent the men over the edge a split second later. The cries of release were so loud in the tiled shower that they actually hurt her ears. She collapsed against Shane's chest and waited for Damon to pull out. Once he'd filled her ass with the last of his cum, Damon slid out and helped her stand. Holding on to her waist, he helped steady her while Shane retrieved the towels.

  "I don't know about you guys, but I've worked up quite an appetite,” Damon said, patting Rachel dry.

  "Yeah, but an appetite for what?” Rachel joked.

  * * * *

  Rachel took great care with her appearance an hour later. She'd slipped the anal jewellery in and decided on her flirty black dress. Squeezing herself into the dress she was very happy she'd toned up her body. The top half of the black dress fit like a second skin, cut low in front and in back. The bottom half of the dress fit just as tight and ended at her upper thigh.

  The only thing she worried about was whether the butt plug would show in the form fitting dress. She walked over to the full-length mirror and turned around. Although the jewellery made her ass look a little wider there was no telltale bump. Happy with her appearance, she slipped on her black fuck-me-shoes and checked her perfectly applied make-up once more.

  Satisfied, she walked out into the living room where her men were having drinks. The minute she stepped into the room, both men set their glasses down and advanced towards her. Rachel smiled at the feral looks on their faces. Ooh yeah. Tonight was going to be fun.

  Damon was the first to speak. “Damn. Damn. Damn. But you look fine.” He reached out and traced the evident nipple rings through her dress. As soon as he touched them, both nipples came to full attention, resulting in a deep groan from both men.

  Shane reached down and ran his hand over his prominent erection. “Good thing I'll be wearing my suit jacket.” He slapped Damon's hands away from her breasts and reached under the low-cut neckline to palm both bare breasts. “I'm so glad we talked you out of the conservative clothes. I like this look on you, Red. You look like you could take on anyone in the room tonight."

  "Good. Just the look I was going for.” She leaned forward and kissed him. After a five minute tongue tangle with Shane she turned to Damon and received the same welcome. Her stomach chose that moment to growl, and she giggled. She always had the noisiest stomach of the group. “We'd better go."

  Removing his hands from her breasts, Shane straightened her neckline and took one of her hands. On the other side, Damon put his hand on the small of her back. “Let's go."

  * * * *

  The ride across Manhattan in the limo had been interesting. It hadn't taken Damon and Shane long to discover she was wearing her plug. The rest of the ride over Damon had insisted on jostling the plug as they tried to carry on a normal conversation.

  Getting out of the limo proved a little awkward as she slid her butt across the seat to the door. Every inch she slid, the plug shifted deeper into her hole. By the time she stood at the curb next to Damon, her legs felt like jelly. Her predicament must have been obvious to Damon, who simply smiled and put his arm around her waist to help hold her up.

  Leaning down, Damon whispered in her ear. “When you sit down in the booth make sure that pretty dress is pulled up to your waist, sweetheart. I wouldn't want it to get stained when I make you come."

  Rachel closed her eyes on a soft moan. As Shane gave instructions to the limo driver, the doorman of the restaurant opened the big heavy wooden door in greeting. “Evening, Mr. Brassil, Mr. Johnson. You're looking lovely tonight, Ms. Ellerby."

  "Thank you, Bobby,” Rachel said as they passed the young doorman.

  Shane nodded to the hostess, and she immediately showed them to their usual table. For some reason, this restaurant had become her favourite, and Shane made a point of bringing her here at least once a week, although he often made fun of her food choices.

  Rachel didn't care what had been on the menu that first night they'd brought her here. The entire menu sounded too fancy for her humble pallet. When the waiter standing over her kept looking around waiting for her to order, she just couldn't decide. “Don't you have any hamburgers?"

  The waiter looked shocked. “This is a fine dining establishment. We do not serve hamburgers here."

  At the tone of his voice, Damon and Shane both stood. The manager quickly spotted the commotion happening in the corner and rushed to their table. After a few choice words from Shane, the manager quickly rushed towards the kitchen. Thirty minutes later, Rachel giggled at the most impressive hamburger she'd ever seen. The taste was out of this world. She felt bad for the poor waiter who'd been fired, but he really was too rude and snobbish for her taste.

  She'd quickly discovered that Shane Brassil had more power in Manhattan than she'd given him credit for. The top chef and owner had even sent one of the prep-cooks down the street to the bakery to get Rachel a fresh roll to use as a bun. Since that night, Chez Jacques had been her favourite place.

  Now sliding into the half-round booth, Rachel waved at the manager. She discreetly pulled her dress up to her waist, as both men slid into the booth on either side of her. They always asked for, and received, this back corner booth out of view of most of the other restaurant patrons.

  The manager smiled as he approached their table. “And how are you doing this evening, Ms. Ellerby? I must say that dress is quite something."

  "Thank you, Leon. And please call me Rachel."

  A silly grin appeared on Leon's chubby cheeks. “Of course ... Rachel. Will you be having the usual tonight?"

  "God, yes. I haven't had one of Jacques hamburgers in six days.” She squirmed a little as a hand found its way to her thigh.

  After Damon and Shane ordered both their dinners and a bottle of red wine, Shane turned towards her and put his hand on her other thigh. By unspoken agreement the men pulled her legs apart as Shane acted like absolutely nothing was going on. “Once upon a time I was treated like a king in this place. Now I'm the lowly servant boy to Queen Rachel it seems."

  Damon traced the smooth skin of her pussy lips with his finger. “If you're the servant boy I must be the servant boy's boy.” He leaned over Rachel and gave Shane a sensual kiss as he plunged his finge
r into her wet depths. Damon continued to slide his overly large finger in and out of her body as he continued to kiss Shane. Finally breaking the lip lock, he looked into Shane's eyes. “Love you, servant boy."

  Smiling, Shane slid his finger alongside Damon's, deep into Rachel's body. “I couldn't live without my servant boy.” Shane turned towards Rachel and kissed her with the same passion he'd shown Damon. Damon groaned, and the two broke apart, laughing. “But you really are a queen. You're the centre of our universe and the beat of our hearts."

  Blushing, Rachel spotted a waiter coming to the table with their dinner. “The queen's stomach is growling.” She smiled as the large platter of a hamburger and homemade fries were set before her. Taking a big whiff of the freshly prepared grilled hamburger, she moaned and closed her eyes. “Oh, John, give Jacque a big kiss for me."

  The waiter tugged on his starched white colour. “Um. I think I'll leave you to do that, Ms. Ellerby. He won't punch you."

  The whole table erupted in laughter knowing that John spoke the truth. Jacques did seem to have a little crush on her. “Tell Jacques I'll stop into the kitchen before we leave."

  As soon as John left, both men crowded Rachel. “What?"

  Damon removed his finger from her wet channel and moved back to jiggle the plug in her ass. The quick indrawn breath told him she was close. “I believe I promised you something before dinner.” With that said, Damon and Shane both did their best to drive her out of her mind.

  * * * *

  Arriving home, Rachel let Damon lift her out of the limo and carry her through the front reception area of the building. She thought she'd probably been carried more often as an adult than she ever had been as a child. But Damon seemed to love it, so she indulged him. Shane and Damon both greeted the night watchman at the front desk. Rachel knew there were five others roaming the building, the knowledge of which made her feel much safer.

  Stepping into the executive elevator, Shane came to stand face to face with Damon. He wrapped his arms around them both and leaned in to kiss first her and then Damon. Rachel giggled, “I feel like the cream inside a cookie."

  Not missing a beat, Shane reached between her legs and swiped a finger through her pussy. Putting the finger into his mouth, Shane moaned. “Yep. Plenty of cream for both of us."

  Rachel reached down and cupped Shane's erection. “Just you wait, cookie."

  When the elevator doors opened, Damon carried Rachel to the couch and set her down. With a quick kiss, he was off to the kitchen with Shane following close behind.

  Looking around, Rachel shook her head. “Well that's nice. Get me all hot and bothered in the elevator and then just dump me like a sack of potatoes."

  She tried to figure out what was going on. Finally she called into the kitchen. “I'm going to go get changed.” She started to stand when both men came rushing back into the room, Shane holding a tray with champagne glasses and strawberries. Damon with an ice bucket holding an expensive bottle of champagne resting in it's chilled interior.

  Rachel's brows drew up as she sat back down on the sofa. “Wow. What have I done to deserve this?"

  Setting the tray and ice bucket down, the two men knelt on the floor in front of the sofa. They both took one of her hands and kissed it. Shane was the first to speak. “You're everything to us, Rachel. You're the sunshine in our day and the moon of our night."

  Shane looked over to Damon. “Damon and I have talked a lot about our future together and...” he looked back into Rachel's eyes, “would you marry us?"

  Feeling like she'd had the breath knocked out of her, Rachel put her hand to her chest. Her mouth moved but no sound came out. Taking a deep breath, Rachel calmed down enough to finally speak. “You want to marry me? Both of you?” She looked from the grinning Shane to the nodding Damon.

  Leaning in to kiss her, Damon took Shane's hand. “We talked about it, and legally, we think you should marry Shane. It will not only give you more financial protection if anything should happen, but will also bode better with the corporate world. We plan on doing our own ceremony to unite the three of us. In our eyes, we will all be husbands and wife."

  Rachel couldn't contain her glee. She broke into the biggest smile of her life. “Yes. I love you both so much. You're already my family. Yes. I'd be honoured to marry both of you."

  Grinning from ear to ear, Shane pulled a small velvet box from his pants pocket. He opened the lid and presented Rachel with a three karat heart-shaped ruby, surrounded by diamonds. “I know it's not the traditional solitaire, but we're not exactly a traditional family. Damon and I agreed that you own our hearts so we thought this ring would be perfect for our union.” He took the ring out of the box and, with Damon's help, they placed it on her finger.

  Looking at the ring, Rachel couldn't help but cry. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She could tell Shane and Damon had had it custom made for her. “It's breathtaking.” She pulled them both towards her and kissed them separately and then the threesome shared a sensual, three-way kiss.

  Rachel held up her index finger. “I have one request."

  "Anything,” Shane said kissing her finger.

  "Our legal wedding has to be a small affair, just the three of us and a judge. My real wedding will be when the three of us unite. I never had the lavish ideas of most girls. The whole white dress and big church affair has never been a dream of mine. My dream has always been to find someone I loved more than life itself. I've found that twice over, and all I want is a life with you both."

  "Done,” Damon said as Shane poured them glasses of champagne. “We'll give you anything you want, sweetheart."

  He took a glass from Shane and handed it to Rachel. Turning back to Shane, Damon took his own glass and leaned in for a kiss from Shane. He opened his eyes and looked into Shane's. “I love you, baby."

  "I love you, darlin'.” They both turned towards Rachel and raised their glasses. “To the breath in our lungs and the beat of our hearts.” All three sipped to the toast.

  Damon leaned in first to give Rachel a deep, penetrating kiss. “I love you."

  "I love you,” Rachel said. If she weren't actually living this moment, she would've thought it sappy and overdone, but nothing seemed sappy about the way she felt.

  Damon leaned back and Shane took his place. Closing his lips over Rachel's, Shane delved his tongue inside. Rachel swept the interior of Shane's mouth, loving the taste of her lover mixed with champagne.

  She heard Damon moan, and Shane broke the kiss. “I love you, Red."

  "Love you."

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  Chapter Ten

  Walking into the corporate Christmas party as Mrs. Shane Brassil, Rachel suddenly felt all eyes on her. She hoped Shane and Damon hadn't steered her wrong when they'd insisted she wear her original gown. Sleeveless and cut so low in back that it was a wonder her crack didn't show when she sat down, the dress was sex personified. Made of emerald green velvet, the dress definitely enhanced the colour of both her eyes and her hair.

  Rachel smiled as she thought of the look she'd received from both Damon and Shane when she stepped out of the bedroom a few moments earlier. Taking her into their arms, she'd received very hungry kisses from both of them. Then, as Damon and Shane shared a kiss, Damon's hand smoothed down her bare back and slipped under her dress. He continued to kiss Shane as he moaned at the feel of her jewellery safely tucked between her cheeks.

  Just thinking about Damon's reaction to the added accessory had Rachel blushing as co-workers came forward to congratulate her and Shane on their wedding earlier in the week. They'd all decided to hold off on announcing their three-way marriage until the corporation settled down again. Let them get used to seeing the three of them together and most would probably figure it out on their own was what they'd decided.

  Glancing down at the twin diamond wedding bands on either side of the ruby solitaire, Rachel sighed contently. She was happier than she'd ever been. After the quick cere
mony at the court house, Shane had whisked them off to Jamaica for a moonlit beach ceremony for the three of them. Two days later, she was still a little sore from their marathon love fest. Luckily, Shane had rented a little house on a secluded area of beach, and the threesome happily went without clothes the whole honeymoon.

  Rachel had been sad this morning when it was time to head back to Manhattan for the party. She loved their little slice of paradise and eagerly asked Shane if they could rent the cottage again. Shane had kissed her and told her of course they'd come back.

  After what seemed like every employee and spouse in the corporation had shaken their hands and congratulated them, Shane kissed her bare neck. “I'm going to go find Damon. I worry that he's feeling a little left out. Would you like to come with me or would you rather get off of your feet for a while?"

  "Actually,” Rachel said smiling, “I need to use the ladies room and check in with the caterer. She's done an amazing job arranging everything the last few days without me, and I have a little something extra to stuff in her Christmas stocking."

  Wrapping his arms around Rachel, Shane leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. “That's one of the things I love about you. You are the kindest woman I've ever met. I'll have to make sure I also add a little something onto her invoice to show my appreciation."

  * * * *

  Walking out of the restroom, Rachel headed towards the kitchen area to find Sheila. She'd just turned the corner when an arm reached out and grabbed her. Thinking it was Shane or Damon, Rachel didn't fight when the strong arm dragged her through a storage room door. “Can't wait until later, huh?” Rachel teased, as she turned around.

  The eyes that met hers were the same ones she'd seen that day in the park. Rachel tried to scream, but a hand quickly covered her mouth. The man closed the distance between them and held the sharp point of a knife at her throat. Rachel winced at his soured breath, as he began to speak.