Returning to the Deli two nights before had only contributed to Abbey’s anxiety where the dynamic duo was concerned. When she had finally reached an understanding with her emotions days before, Abbey had made a startling revelation: come hell or high water, she intended to take control and go after what she wanted -- Trent and Tyrell -- and nothing would stand in her way.
Drumming up her courage, Abbey had entered the bar to find a half-dozen patrons and one bartender. After describing Trent and Tyrell with explicit detail to the patrons and getting little response, she had left with great disappointment.
With a heavy heart, she realized it just wasn’t meant to be. The Fates had made the decision that Abbey Dennis was only entitled to one glorious night with Trent and Tyrell, and there just couldn’t be anything more.
Two days after her return to the Deli, Abbey stood in the produce section of her local grocery store, admiring a display of large cucumbers. Once again she found her thoughts drifting to the spectacular night she had shared with Tyrell and Trent a couple of weeks earlier.
Truth be told, Abbey could think of little else. Although during that glorious night her itch had been scratched, Abbey was discontented to go back to her life. But she had no choice. It was for the best, or so she’d tried to convince herself.
The sexual memories she’d stolen from the two brothers definitely warmed her inside and out. However, there was something missing as she thought of the Brothers Divine.
As long as Abbey lived, she would never forget them.
Abbey held a large, thick cucumber in her hands, enjoying its length and weight and smiling in fond memory. A sigh of arousal slipped past her lips.
Suddenly Abbey’s body began to tingle, in all the right places. A familiar, intoxicating scent assaulted her before she could move.
“We have firsthand knowledge that just one of those will not satisfy your lust, temptress.”
Her body responded the instant Tyrell’s deep voice sounded in her ears. Her nipples hardened so quickly she feared they might explode off her breasts.
Abbey spun around, coming face-to-face with Trent and Tyrell. They looked more scrumptious than she remembered. Her body trembled in eager anticipation as they looked her over thoroughly.
Stepping around her, Trent pressed against Abbey from behind. “We were very upset when we woke up all alone that morning.”
Tyrell stood in front, crowding her. “And even more disappointed to find you had just dismissed us with a simple note.”
The intense heat from their bodies seeped into her.
Closing her eyes, Abbey inhaled deeply. Their individual scents began to work their magic.
“How…how did you find me?” she asked, unable to control her growing excitement. It really didn’t matter how they had found her. She wanted them to fuck her again, needed to feel them inside her, together. Her body ached for their touch.
“You gave your address to the hotel when you registered, temptress,” Tyrell reminded her in a husky tone. “Can you imagine our surprise…”
“…and delight…” Trent’s sensual admission reverberated through her.
“…when we learned you lived only a few blocks away from us?” Tyrell finished, pressing more firmly against the front of Abbey’s body.
Their combined scents inebriated her, driving Abbey’s rapidly escalating desire even higher. The breath from their delicious mouths caressed her face and neck. Her body quivered in excitement between them, responding to their touch; oh yes, how it remembered them.
“Abbey,” Tyrell whispered in her ear. “We want you.”
A gasp of surprise slipped past her quivering lips.
“Not only do we intend to fuck you, baby,” Trent purred in her other ear. “But we…want…you.”
“I, ohhh…” she stammered.
They pressed against her tight, their hands stroking her arms, her hips, her waist, brushing along the sides of her breasts. The contrast between their darkness and her fairness as they touched her made her breasts feel full and achy. Her cunt grew wet, dripping with the need to have them buried deeply inside her.
“Am…I…dreaming?” she asked on an aroused groan, losing herself in their touch.
They had found her. Her princes had come for her and found her. How was this even possible?
“No, baby.” Tyrell kissed the sensitive patch of flesh beneath her ear. “You are not dreaming.”
Abbey moaned aloud between them. “Good.”
Not one of the trio seemed the least bit concerned that they were quickly drawing the attention of the other shoppers in the very busy grocery store.
“Wh-where do we…go from…here?” Abbey asked, her body wavering under their ministrations.
Trent and Tyrell stoked the fires deep within Abbey until they knew she could stand no more without ripping hers and their clothing off and fucking them right there in the middle of the produce department.
“Wherever we want, baby.” Tyrell’s voice was assuring, but it wasn’t quite enough to ease her worries.
“What does that mean, Tyrell?” Uncertainty laced her whispered question, and she didn’t bother to hide it. She needed to know. Needed to hear the words.
Desire, need, and possessiveness flared in their eyes. Abbey felt it in their touch, but she took a step backward.
“I become a different person when I’m with you,” she confessed and cringed inwardly at admitting her own weakness. “I don’t what to lose or forget who I am.”
Tyrell chuckled low and leaned into her. “You aren’t a different person. When we make love, you shed your inhibitions, allowing yourself to enjoy the pleasures. You are passionate and giving, Abbey, and you should embrace that part of you and explore it.”
“Tyrell and I want to be the ones you find yourself with. Our wanting to be with you isn’t only about sex, baby.”
Abbey shook her head, still unwilling to believe it could be so simple. “I don’t know,” she groaned in frustration. “I won’t choose between you. I can’t.”
“That’s a good thing, because neither one of us expects you to choose,” Trent added.
“You mean you’re going to share me?”
Both men nodded.
“We’re not sure how this all works, baby. But we want the chance to give it a try,” Tyrell said, taking her hand in his. “The chemistry between us tells us it’s possible.”
With every fiber of her being, Abbey wanted to believe. Glancing between the two men, still unsure, she searched for a sign. A smile curled her lips as she realized no one knew what the future held. But Abbey knew what the present did. A couple of weeks earlier, she’d trusted Trent and Tyrell with her body, and they hadn’t disappointed her.
“Do you want to come along for the ride and see where life takes us?” Trent asked, pressing a kiss against her temple.
Abbey nodded. “Yes,” she said and stepped into Tyrell’s embrace.
From behind, Trent nuzzled the curve of Abbey’s neck and whispered, “Excellent. But first we’re going to hit the checkout counter, baby, to pay for this sustenance because it is going to be a very long evening.”
THE END
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