Overcome by Annmarie McKenna

graced the skin. If he lingered, well, so be it. Then he settled his feet on the coffee table and her head across his thighs, and started to stroke her hair.
    She fell asleep long before the movie’s three endings played.
    He carried her to her bed, fumbled with yanking her blanket down, and deposited her on the mattress. After slipping her shoes off, he covered her and fought the desire to remove her clothes and crawl in with her. In the end he decided her waking up naked probably wouldn’t win him any awards, so he softly kissed her temple, and with a sigh, left her snuggled up tight, cleaned up their sundaes, and locked the door behind himself.

Chapter Six
    We promise to give you space. You only have to give us a chance.
     
    Anna smiled at the note propped on the pillow next to her. They were certainly fond of their notes. She was half surprised she didn’t find him spooning her.
    And that she was fully clothed.
    “Such a gentleman.” Snort.
    The seed was starting to grow. Maybe she could cohabit with them for a while. It was her damned house after all, no matter what paperwork they signed. Her men could suffer on the couches if they didn’t have beds in the extra rooms. Or…they could join together in one of their beds.
    The thought made her laugh out loud. She couldn’t envision either of them touching the other, but what the hell? If they thought they were going to share her , surely they would at some point make contact. Inadvertent or not. And damned if that didn’t make her tingle in a certain place.
    Sheesh. When was the last time she’d wanted to touch herself?
    She slipped her fingers into her panties and widened her legs. She’d definitely fallen into the circle of lust. Did wanting two men to take her at once make her a whore? Or simply bring out her inner whore? Did it make her any different than Candy Apple?
    Hell to the no. Anna could partake in downright dirty fun with no repercussions. “ Because I’m not married ,” she shouted into the empty room.
    Dampness had already formed along her slit, and the barest of touches at the tiny bundle of nerves made her suck in a breath. But the pressure wasn’t quite enough, so she flipped onto her belly.
    Thinking about them coming together in the buff, their eyes gleaming with sexual tension, their hands alternately pulling a slow drag down a long, thick cock or working at her clit or plucking at her nipples, their teeth working at her neck…
    Holy. Shit. She had not just tilted her head. Wouldn’t them biting her neck hurt like a motherfu…
    Crap.
    She licked her lips because who cared if it might hurt if it made her feel like this, and pressed a bit harder at her clit, smearing the wetness in a tiny circle and squeezing her hips together. Marc leaned over her, one long finger working deep inside her as his lips found and separated hers. His tongue slipped inside, rubbing against hers, sucking it into his mouth.
    Colton took a hold of her nipple and tugged it to just the point of pain.
    Anna held her breath. Her thighs quivered. Her heartbeat throbbed in her clit. A few…more…
    Her ears rang.
    No.
    Nooooooo…
    Don’t lose it. Don’t lose it.
    The ringing blared again, breaking the spell.
    Marc’s finger slipped from her pussy, his teeth scraped across her lip as he pulled away.
    Colton dragged his tongue from her breast.
    Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs.
    She’d been so close.
    Anna fought to get it back.
    The damn phone trilled once more.
    “Call back later,” she screamed, furiously working her clit. “Come. On.”
    She tried to conjure them back, naked and playing her body.
    Except the phone wouldn’t leave her alone. Her men were gone. Her luscious, naked, muscled, sexy, horny men who were miniscule moments away from making her have one hell of an orgasm had poof, gone away.
    Her body sagged in a blubbery mess.
    There would be no joy in Studville; her illusionary men had just struck out.
    “I can’t even get off right