Pieces of Three by Kim Carmichael Page A

didn’t bother with an answer.
    “Well as long as your fine, we should all go to bed.” Porter yawned.
    She waited for them to settle down. A shudder crept down her spine with along with the distinct feeling they stared at her.
    “Yes, bed.” Julian’s voice strained with a stretch.
    The room went dark and she bit her lip. Only the night before she slept between them, too bad she wasn’t conscious to remember it.
    Maybe they would do her a favor and go sleep outside or somewhere else, or maybe they would fall asleep first and she could take care of her needs. No way could she take a chance with their acute hearing. She ground her teeth together waiting for them to settle onto their respective cots.
    The bed dipped. “Alyssa.” Julian put his hand on her shoulder.
    “Julian! What are you doing?” At the intrusion her heart pounded.
    “We…” Porter also joined them on the bed, moving her over to take the other side. “…are getting in bed with you.”
    “There are several other bunks.” True she took the one they shared the night before, but that didn’t give them an open invitation. Trapped in between them, she held her hands out.
    “This is the only one that fits the three of us.” Julian moved her hair off her shoulder.
    “I don’t know what the two of you are doing, but you don’t want me, and we can’t share a bed. “ Their naked bodies pressed against hers. They wouldn’t dare fill her night with more torture and misery.
    “Well, I’ll start by telling you what I’m doing.” Porter took her shoulders.
    She set her jaw, priming every muscle to take action should the need arise. Jokes and games may be one thing, but if they thought they would take anything from her, they had another thing coming.
    “I am going to do what I should have done earlier.” His glowing eyes stared into hers as he lowered his mouth to hers.
    At last he gave her what he denied her before, a real kiss. She tried to resist, keep her lips tight and prepare for him to use force. Instead, he did the exact opposite, took his time, and waited for her.
    His lips brushed against hers, soft flutters designed to create the exact same sensation throughout her already heated body.
    Almost beyond her control her mouth contoured to his, and she relished in what she missed out on before.
    “Open your mouth he wants to taste you.” Julian grasped her hand and ran his tongue along the rim of her ear.
    She moaned and obeyed, parting her lips and squeezing Julian’s hand the moment Porter’s tongue met hers.
    Porter held her tighter, and let out a growl. On her own she opened her mouth wider wanting to take in his sweet taste, better than the fruit she indulged in on her walk back to their campsite.
    “That’s right.” Julian kissed her neck, making his way up to her jawline. In only what could be a coordinated move, Porter moved aside to make way for Julian. Unlike Porter’s kiss, Julian took over, guiding her tongue to his and sucking. His and Porter’s taste merged together, creating a sweet and spicy combination.
    Wait. Julian. Porter. She kissed them, both of them. All three of them were in bed together, kissing while she squirmed between them.
    She needed to breathe, think, clear her mind and she put her hands on each of their bare chests and pushed back. Again, she acted and didn’t think of the repercussions. “What are we doing?”
    Julian licked his lips, his eyes also lit up.
    Porter stared at her, but for the first time not with a scowl.
    “However, there is something we need to tell you.” A small smile graced Julian’s face as if he were about to let her in on the joke.
    She froze and she focused beyond them. Though she might have to hear the words, she didn’t have to see them. How did she fall into the same set of circumstances every time? “Tell me.”
    “The fruit you ate before, it acts as an aphrodisiac.” Porter cleared his throat. “We know how aroused you are, and it’s making us