Jessa settled back, Burke’s arms a loving cage around her.

“Give him what he wants, sweetheart. God, I’m going to die if I can’t fuck you soon. I want you so badly.”

She was going to die soon, too.

“Please, Cole. Please let me come.” She couldn’t hold out another second.

“Your wish, baby,” Cole muttered before he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She hurtled over the edge, panting as the orgasm overtook her. Every wiggle of her body tugged on the clamps biting her nipples and clit, sending aftershocks through her.

Burke held her, his body beside hers. She could feel the length of his erection against her hip. He moved restlessly against her, whispering in her ear. “That was fucking gorgeous. Do you know how long I’ve waited to see that?”

Yes, she knew. They had waited as long as she had. A year. Almost a solid year of longing and loneliness and anger, and now all she had to do was give over and she could pretend just for a little while that everything would be okay.

Cole looked up, leaving her pussy for a moment as she came down from the orgasm. She could see her arousal glistening on his lips. “Again.”

“No! Cole, please.” She wasn’t sure she could take another one. Her body was humming, but she felt stripped and bare down to her soul.

“Again, Jessa. I told you. Not until you beg for cock.” His mouth closed over her pussy in an all-encompassing kiss, and Jessa surrendered. There was nothing else to do. Burke continued to tell her how much they loved her while Cole drove her to orgasm over and over again. Each time she thought she was sated, the need would build again until she was breathless and begging to come.

She knew what Cole wanted. He wanted her complete surrender. He wanted her to let go of the aches and hurts of the past year and embrace what they might have together. Tears poured from her eyes as she peaked again. She felt so connected to them now, it frightened her. Somehow these two men completed her, and in return she made them whole. Burke told her that, too. She was the piece that had always been missing.

She shuddered as she came down again. Connected. Beyond any orgasm, this connection was what she had missed. Her heart was taking over, unable to hide in the face of their onslaught. The orgasms were amazing, but empty because they weren’t with her, inside her. She could refuse to beg all night, and they would still give her this pleasure, but it wasn’t what she’d really wanted when she’d started this fight. She wanted her arms around them, her skin against theirs, their scents mingling. She wanted to merge with them. The orgasm was secondary to the feeling of being one with them.

“Please, Cole. Please.”

Cole’s head came up. “That’s not your safe word.”

“Please. I’m begging you and Burke to make love to me. No safe words. Untie me. I want my hands on you.” It was as plainly as she could put it. She held in the words that she wouldn’t say. I love you both. I love you so much.

Cole hesitated, then got to his knees. Burke got up as well, leaning over to pepper her face with kisses as he reached for her hands.

“Sweetheart, I love you. God, I missed you. You can’t imagine how much I missed you.” His hands worked to undo hers. She breathed a sigh of relief as they came apart and she was able to touch Burke. She sank her hands into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. She was hungry again, this time to please them. Burke kissed her, not holding back anything. His tongue surged in, playing with hers, as she felt Cole’s hands on her body. She gasped, nearly screaming into Burke’s mouth as Cole unclamped her clit.

“It’s all right.” Burke petted her hair, keeping his arms around her, but giving Cole access to her breasts. “When the blood rushes back in, there’s a little bite of pain.”

But Cole was already soothing it. He kissed her clit, his tongue swirling around gently, making the blood flow again. Burke kissed his way down her neck to her breasts where he did the same thing there, unclamping each nipple and lavishing it with affection. The pain caused her eyes to water, but their tender care did strange things to her heart.

Burke finally lifted his head and reached over to the nightstand and the leather bag where Cole kept his toys. He pulled out two condoms. He passed one to Cole before ripping his open. Jessa watched him stroke that big hard cock with his hand before rolling the condom over it. “I want to get in your pussy, Jessa. Ride me.”

He rolled with her on the big bed until she straddled him. She felt Cole’s hands on her back, and her energy surged. Oh, yes, she wanted that. She wanted to feel the burn and know that she had both of them deep inside her body.

Burke gripped her hips and suddenly shoved up, his cock plundering her pussy in an instant. She was so soft from the orgasms they had forced on her that he managed to push his way inside with one long groan. Jessa let her head fall back. So full. She was so full, and it felt good. The orgasms had been sweet, but she’d wanted this fullness.

“Fuck, you feel so good. She’s so tight, Cole. She’s so perfect.”

“She’s going to be so much tighter when I get in.” Cole pulled her cheeks apart, and she felt the cool sensation of lube being dribbled on the rosette of her ass. “God, I love you, Jessa. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I will die one day, and the best thing I will have done was to love you.”

She gritted her teeth as she felt him line the head of his cock up to her ass. She groaned as he started to press in. So fucking good. He felt so good. The burn began, but she welcomed it because it meant she had them both.

“Push against me, baby. You’re tight. So fucking tight. It’s like you’re a virgin again.” Cole pulled at her hips, his voice rumbling.

She flattened her back, brushing her sensitive nipples against Burke’s chest. Cole fucked her ass in short strokes, gaining ground with each pass. The burn made her hiss, but Burke’s sweetness reminded her of all she had to gain. He kissed her, running his hands through her hair, tangling his tongue with hers.

Slowly, Cole worked his way in, inch by delicious inch.

“God, Cole. Give it to her. She’s milking my cock. I won’t last,” Burke said on a moan.

“You’ll last as long as we need. We don’t go until we can do it together,” Cole said, still taking his time.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” Burke said.

Cole laughed. She felt that chuckle all along her spine. “Takes one to know one, brother.”

Burke’s face showed the strain of waiting for his brother, but Cole didn’t let up. He continued his slow advance and retreat.

“You are so fucking hot, baby. Do you have any idea how much I love to fuck this pretty ass? This ass is ours. Take us, Jessa. Take all of us.”

She pushed back, feeling Burke deep inside her the whole time she adjusted to take Cole. She shivered as his cock breeched her ass, slipping behind the tight ring of her muscles and lighting her up. All the sensitive nerves sang out after such a long time left untended.

“Baby, you feel so good. I love you, Jessa. I won’t let you go. I won’t ever let you go. You might never believe me, but I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll never give up on us again.” Cole pressed in until she could feel his balls tap just below the curve of her ass.

“We won’t ever give up. We’ve learned our lesson. Never again, Jess,” Burke promised.

She wanted to believe them, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were all together in this moment. It was something she could hold on to later when she was lonely. She could remember how it felt to be loved, even if only for a moment. She would take a moment or two with them over a lifetime with anyone else. She might never trust them again, but she would go to her grave remembering what it felt like to be between them, their words, hands, and bodies caressing her.

Cole pulled out, almost all the way. She wiggled against him, not wanting to lose his cock. Just as Cole pulled away, Burke pressed up, hitting her G-spot. Jessa hadn’t thought she could come again, but the need rode her hard now. She pressed back, seesawing between them, unwilling to give up either cock. She rode them both, every nerve in her body attuned to them. Back and forth she let her body be pulled, manipulated, as they shared her like a sweet sex toy. Desired. Wanted. Beloved.

Cole’s hand came between them and plucked at her clit, the sensitive nub flaring to life. She came, the orgasm crashing into her, making her scream out their names. Cole stiffened behind her, gripping her hips, and he pulsed in her ass as he came. Cole’s orgasm seemed to trigger Burke’s. He pressed up, calling her name as he pumped into her and emptied himself into the thin latex barrier.

Jessa fell onto Burke’s chest, her breath sawing in and out of her body. Cole pulled at her as he rolled to the side, bringing her in the middle, pressed between them. She was warm and happy. Fear and anxiety had no place in their bed right now.

“Jessa,” Burke whispered against her ear, the words tickling her skin. “Talk to us. We still have hours. We want to talk to you, work this through. Tell us what happened while we were gone.”

Why did he have to do that? She’d given him her body, but he looked for more. He wanted to know her damn soul.

“Talk to us,” Cole cajoled, his hands caressing her. “Tell us, Jessa. Tell us about Caleb.”

Her eyes watered. Caleb. Her only real and lasting connection to them. He reminded her so much of his dads. He might only have one as a biological father, but she saw them both in her boy. Caleb was a lovely combination of Burke’s sunny charm and Cole’s iron will. Her baby. “What do you want to know?”

It was the one thing she couldn’t refuse them. Caleb was the gift they’d given her. Amid all the sadness, he had been her shining light. Even in her darkest hour, she’d known that she wanted that little spark of life that had begun that winter night.

“Everything,” they said, their voices a stereo. They moved closer, invading every inch of her space. She knew she should protest, but their bodies warmed hers.

She choked back tears. She’d started this because she’d wanted a last moment with them. She’d wanted closure. But she’d made a deadly mistake. There was no closure. There could never be closure between them. What they had would never be over. She saw that now. She could walk away. She could allow the pain she’d felt to break them apart forever, but she wouldn’t be complete. She would walk through life a ghost, remembering a time when she was whole. She belonged to them, and she always had. Even before she’d met them, she’d been theirs, a girl waiting for these two men, these halves of a whole, to walk into her life and complete her.

She took a deep breath and began to speak, telling her son’s fathers everything they wanted to know, both loving and fearing the peace settling into her heart.

CHAPTER NINE

Burke glanced over his shoulder at the clock, trying not to move the rest of his body. He didn’t want to wake Jessa. The last thing he wanted to do was pull her from her safety and security, back out into this world they had dragged her into. She stirred beside him, but didn’t wake, merely cuddled closer to Cole, who wrapped his arms around her.

The last two hours played back through his brain. He would go to his grave with the feeling of Jessa’s pussy clamping around his cock, milking him, taking everything he had. It had been so much more than sex. It had been a merging of who he was with her. Love for her lodged in his chest. He was a better human being for loving her. He reached out and touched her hair. So soft. Like the woman.

With a sigh of regret, he sat up. If he had his way, he would never leave this damn bed. He would stay with her, only allowing her out to shower and eat. She would need her strength because he and Cole had a whole year of sex to make up for.

Nearly five o’clock. They would have to leave soon. Burke preferred to travel deep in the night if he had to go by car. There were fewer people on the road late at night. It was far easier to tell if someone was following them. Once they got out of Dallas and into East Texas, the crowds would thin to nothing. He would be able to keep watch on anyone trying to sneak up on them.

Cole stared at him over Jessa’s shoulder. His eyes widened, one brow rising up.

Burke knew what he was saying. They had discussed earlier that one of them needed to call Dex before they headed out for Louisiana. The James brothers had promised to spend the day working on the case, calling the DA and trying to find anyone in the FBI they could trust. If they’d gotten a reprieve from having to hole up in a swamp, Burke wanted to know.

Burke sighed. Why the hell did he have to get out of the warm comfy bed and make the call?

Cole smiled smugly and tightened his arms around her. Because I have the prize, brother.

Fucking bastard, Burke shot back, sending Cole a look he couldn’t possibly mistake.

Cole simply grinned.

His brother was a bastard. It was only by chance that Jessa was in Cole’s arms. They had passed her back and forth between them for hours, but Cole always seemed to have the best sense of timing. Burke sighed and rolled out of bed, grabbing his pants. Cold. It was fucking cold. He hoped it wasn’t this cold in the swamp.