The Seduction of Raven Peters

Clifford Arbor: The Seduction of Raven Peters written by Sam Crescent

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Dedication I would like to thank my family for never giving up on me and always being there no matter what happened. You know who you are and I'll love you. I would also like to thank Rebel Ink Press and all the people who work there for giving Clifford Arbor a home.

Prologue

"What do you mean they can’t find him?" Jackson Cole was going crazy. His little brother missing and with that fucking bitch? He’d kill her if he ever got his hands around her scrawny little neck. He hated himself but he truly believed he could kill her. "Calm down, Jackson." Harley Banks rubbed his friend on the back trying to comfort him. "Calm down. How can I fucking calm down? My so-called wife is out there with my younger brother doing God knows what and you want me to calm the fuck down? Fuck you, Harley." He shrugged his best friend’s arm off and moved away to look out at the street. Harley swallowed against the lump in his throat. Seeing his best friend crazy with worry scared him. He loved this guy and seeing him losing it just plain broke him. "Where would she take him?" Harley tried to function against the waves of panic assaulting his body as he thought of Jackson’s twenty-one year old brother being led a stray by the older woman, Patricia. "How the hell should I know? According to Tyler, they’re in love," Jackson emphasized by making quote marks in the air with his fingers. "I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happens to him." Harley dropped to his knees before him, taking his face in his hands. "This isn’t your fault. Tyler is his own man. If he wanted to screw around with Patricia then that’s his problem." "I made a promise." Jackson broke down. His shoulders slumped, his eyes watering as the tears fell, his entire body giving up. "Jackson, look at me, man." Harley forced him to look into his eyes. "This isn’t your fault. Tyler chose her." "I brought her here, Harley." His voice broke as his shoulders shook with the force of his sobs. Harley held him, trying to give him comfort in any form. "You didn’t know." After a week-long trip to Las Vegas two years ago, Jackson had come back to Clifford Arbor with a pocket full of money and a wife. Patricia was beautiful. She had all the makings of the

next Helen of Troy. Only Patricia was a malicious, conniving, brutal woman who enjoyed watching other people suffer. "I couldn’t live with myself," Jackson’s voice cracked as he broke down. "When did they start a relationship?" Harley asked, not sure what else to say. He smelled his best friend’s masculine scent and as always he fought with his sexual demons. This was not the time to make his attraction known to his best friend. For about three years he’d been fighting his attraction to Jackson and being this close to him, especially after the jealousy of him having a wife, was too much for him. He was supposed to go with him to Vegas where Harley was going to tell him how he felt but instead a busted knee postponed his confession. Then Patricia happened. Now in his arms was the man he’d loved for as long as he could remember. Some days the attraction was too much for him to bear. "Oh God, Harley. Make me forget." Jackson abruptly looked up, his hands cupping Harley’s face. Jackson trembled as Harley took his hands. "What do you want, Jackson?" Harley’s heart broke at Jackson’s pleading. "I know, Harley." His heart stopped for a split second before he let out a nervous chuckle. "What do you know, Jackson?" Harley coughed, trying to distract himself. Jackson leaned in close and kissed him directly on the lips. Everything he’d dreamed about was received in one kiss. He leaned into him, his hands dropping from Jackson, taking control, kissing him with all the pent up lust and love from the last three years. It was enough to start a fire. Harley realized he needed to stop this. Jackson wasn’t in the right mood. This was his way of forgetting about his brother and his wife. "Jackson, stop." Harley pulled away, hating himself and his life in that one moment. If he didn’t care, if he didn’t love this man, then he would take advantage of him in this weakened state and for a short time he would know how it would be with the man he was in love with.

"I don’t want to stop." Jackson leaned in to kiss him again but Harley brought his hand up, pressing it to his lips to stop him. Jackson simply kissed his fingers. "Jackson, stop this. You’re in shock and it’s understandable, but this is wrong." With his dick already tenting his trousers, putting Jackson off was one of the hardest things Harley had ever been asked to do. "I know you want me, Harley. I’ve known for some time. I’m not stupid." Jackson stopped his attention on the fingers but moved his attention to the man before him. "I knew before I went to Vegas. You’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t I know when you changed towards me?" Harley did nothing but stare at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Why did you come back with her then?" The pain came back with renewed force. "You were shagging every woman in sight and I figured it was a phase you were going through." Jackson shrugged but kept his eyes firmly on Harley. "What exactly are you saying?" Harley let the tears drip down his cheeks. "I love you, Harley. I always have and I always will." Jackson’s admission didn’t take the insecurity away. "And when Patricia comes back with your brother?" Harley hesitated at the possible underlying doubt in Jackson’s actions. "They can have each other. I already have the divorce papers for her to sign. I want her out of my life, Harley. It took some time to figure it out but I love you, not Patricia." This time Harley broke down in full on sobs. Everything he dreamed about was coming true even if it did seem far-fetched. To make sure this wasn’t the cruelty of a dream, he pinched himself on the arm. "Ouch," Harley hissed. No dream. This was real and it was finally happening. "What about a woman?" Harley asked. He was under no illusion about the need of a good woman. He loved his friend but appreciated the softness of a woman and the fact that Jackson also had women on a regular basis.

"There’ll be a woman out there for us. A woman who will love both of us. Look at Chase and Lawrence. Emily loves both of them. We could find that for us," Jackson said. "It worked for them, Harley. It could work for us." Harley nodded. He could live with sharing a woman with Jackson. "I love you," Harley whispered before he kissed Jackson. He took Jackson’s hand leading him in front of the fireplace. Harley pulled his shirt over his head revealing his smooth, hard, muscular chest. With deliberate slowness he unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He stood before Jackson, naked and proud, waiting for the other man to follow his lead. "Come on, Jackson. You’re scaring me." Harley cupped his crotch, hiding his aching erection. "Should we wait until you’re divorced?" Harley didn’t want to cause any more problems. "The bitch is going to milk me for everything I’ve got. Anyway, she committed adultery with my own brother. She won’t fight and risk less money," Jackson told him. "Strip then," Harley ordered. **** Jackson removed his clothing, not spending time over the details. He wanted to be with Harley and couldn’t believe how long he’d waited to do so. Part of him had been afraid when he realized the extent of his feelings for his best friend. He supposed it was why he’d married the first woman he’d seen in Vegas. The biggest mistake of his life was becoming the cause for him to finally admit his feelings for Harley. Once he was naked, he stood tall and proud. He’d seen his friend naked before, they’d grown up together. They weren’t two young boys mucking about anymore. They were men about to express years of feelings for each other. Harley, like always, made the first move. He stepped forward until he was a breath away from Jackson. He stood there looking at Jackson, showing the other man he loved him. Jackson reached out first, the one touch sparking between them like a bolt of lightning. Harley embraced him, let out a moan and kissed his lips. Jackson’s fingers tunneled through Harley’s hair and held him in place while he took what he wanted. Harley cupped the other

man’s head and deepened the kiss then trailed his tongue along his lips, coercing him to open up. For the first time they tasted each other. They went to the rug before the crackling fire simply kissing, enjoying finding each other in the meeting of lips and tongues. Their hands stroked arms or cupped faces. They needed nothing else but the simplest of touches. "I’m on fire," Harley admitted. He came up for air chuckling, breathless and totally aroused. "Thank you," Jackson mumbled, lying back and staring at the ceiling. "For what?" "For letting me forget. At least for a while." Harley went up on his elbow smiling wickedly at his best friend. "I’m nowhere near finished with what I have in mind for you." Harley leaned down nipping Jackson’s nipple while his other ran over his stomach stopping above the mound of hair covering his cock. He stopped. His lips covered one nipple sucking it, lavishing attention then Harley moved over giving all of his attention to the other nipple, his free hand pressing down Jackson’s stomach, close to closing round his cock. Jackson moaned and growled, shouting out his frustration wanting Harley to take the next step. Harley came up, the intention in his eyes clear for Jackson to see. Harley kissed his lips and moved down his body, flicking him with his tongue. He moved down nipping the flesh and moving ever so steadily closer to his pulsating cock. Jackson moaned as he felt Harley’s breath ruffle the fine hairs covering his balls. He wanted so much to feel his mouth wrapped around his aching length. The need unlike anything he’d ever felt. "What are you doing to me, Harley?" Jackson moaned as Harley made his way down his body. He blew, moving the strands of pubic hair surrounding his dick. "Making you forget." Harley swallowed him, taking the head to the back of his throat, sucking him down, squeezing him with his mouth. He came up for air, circling the head and teasing the slit with his tongue. "Fuck, that feels good," Jackson groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet Harley’s waiting lips, watching his cock disappear repeatedly.

His fingers thrust into Harley’s hair, forcing him to remain still while Jackson gave three quick, sharp thrusts and climaxed down his best friend’s mouth. "You can suck cock," Jackson complimented between ragged breaths. "Thank you," Harley whispered against Jackson’s throat as they cuddled on the rug. "Who’d have thought we’d get together. Be like this?" Jackson spoke as he watched the crackling of the firewood. "I only hoped we would." Harley kissed him on the lips. Lying in Harley’s arms, the last thing Jackson remembered were the flames dancing and in the fireplace when a bang on the front door dragged him back to reality. As a beautifully naked Harley disappeared into the kitchen, Jackson pulled on his trousers and went to see who was knocking at such an unholy hour. Oblivious to who was behind the door, Jackson opened it with a smile on his face only to be greeted by a police officer bearing the worst news a person should ever have to hear. His youngest brother, madly in love with Jackson' wife, died at the wheel alone, heartbroken, drunk and drugged.

Chapter One Five years later...

"Hottie alert. She’s getting the mail. Holy shit, she’s gorgeous, Jackson. Come and see this," Harley called, taking another generous sip of his scolding hot coffee. His coffee was almost as hot as the chick walking approximately fifteen feet in front of him. Man. Nice legs, a short little thing, but nice, smooth legs. Huge rounded tits bounced underneath a clingy, midriff, pastel blue top--the ones designed to keep everything in but give the illusion of it all falling out. Harley hoped she fell out. He adjusted his jeans trying to get comfortable with his growing erection. Why oh why did he torture himself every morning watching Miss Fuck-Me Over and Over Again bouncing out of her house to go and get the mail? "Let me see." Jackson pushed Harley out of the way to get his morning view. "Smoking, am I right?" "Fuck me." "I do, most days and nights." Jackson turned to Harley with a smile. Harley did love this man. He couldn’t imagine life without him but as of a late, they’d both been missing the attentions of a woman. To feel the smooth, soft flesh of a woman wrapped around him in rapture as he climaxed within her body. The love of a good woman did something to a man. It made every day hassles seem like a piece of cake so long as a woman was at home waiting for you. He wondered how his sexy neighbor would feel with her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. How it would feel to have Jackson watch him while he fucked her over and over. "You know I think it’s time we introduced ourselves," Jackson suggested, his gaze returning to the woman in question opening her post box and shaking her head at the mail she received. "It’s been a month since she moved in," Harley agreed. "Right, so instead of us nursing our Johns, why don’t we go and do the neighborly things?" They both smiled. Harley liked the thought of being alone with the dark-haired temptress out on the front lawn.

Seconds later they were out the door, grabbing their own mail and watching her for a few more seconds to see if she'd notice them. Nope. They loved each other but had come to understand even though they were in a relationship with each other, they still needed the sweet warmth of a woman. In truth, they wanted to be in a ménage relationship with a woman who could accept and love both of them equally. Could this be the woman they were searching for? "Excuse me." Harley took the initiative. "Sorry to intrude but I think it’s time we introduced ourselves." The brightest green eyes he’d ever witnessed looked up at him, staring at him with a genuine smile of interest. Was it possible to fall instantly for a woman with the cutest, sexist smile he’d ever seen? Harley’s heart pounded yes. "I wondered when I was going to get the chance to meet you." Her mail forgotten, the woman placed it back in its box and approached both men. "I’m Raven Peters." She took both of their hands in hers, shaking animatedly and Harley couldn’t help a quick glance down. Fuck but she was full and ripe. He could vividly imagine his lips around her nipples. He glanced up to see she was smiling at him completely oblivious to his lustful thoughts. For all her sexiness, she appeared to have an aura of innocence surrounding her. "Well, I’m Harley Banks and this here is my buddy Jackson Cole. He gave her his sexy smile hoping to hit her somewhere with his thoughts. She giggled, smiling at them. God, this woman was amazing. How could she not realize he wanted to undress her with his teeth and watch as she sucked Jackson dry? Charmed, Harley smiled back showing her his true magnetism. "So what brings you to Clifford Arbor?" asked Jackson. "Besides the wonders of life at the beach and the clean air." Harley took a deep breath emphasizing his point and hit Jackson on the chest to bring her attention to him. A delightful blush spread through her face, her chest turning a nice rosy color. She shook her head. "I uh, came, um, I came for the views...of the beach and all that." Her stumbling was sweet music to his ears.

"Well I could give you a personal tour, honey cakes," Harley said, trying to make her feel more at ease. "Harley, she’s been here for a month. I’m sure she’s seen all the sights by now," Jackson finally decided to interrupt in his abrupt and domineering manner. Happy thoughts. Here Harley was trying to woo his neighbor and it seemed Jackson was trying to scare her off. "No. It’s all right. I’ve seen everything around but I imagine it’d be much better with company." Raven reached out touching Harley’s forearm reassuring him with her tenderness and smile. The electric heat her touch created sent pulses of sensation shooting to Harley’s dick. Oh man. He hadn't had a reaction like that to a woman in years. Gentleness radiated out of her calling to every male hormone in his body. The desire to push her to the ground, to claim her, overrode every other primal thought. What shocked him was the desire to see Jackson do exactly the same thing. He barely knew the woman and he could already feel the obsession building. This woman was precious and should be treated as such. He prayed Jackson felt the same as he did. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? He knew nothing about this woman and already he was ready to build a life with her. Shit. What was that all about? Without thinking he asked, "What are you doing Friday night?" "Cocoa and a book," Raven answered, pulling her hand away, clearly flustered. "What about coming round here to our house? I’ll cook dinner for you and Jackson. Give us the chance to know a bit about our new neighbor." Harley looked at the deep scowl Jackson sent over to him and chose to ignore it. "You know, doing the neighborly thing." "Um..." "I forbid you to say no. In Clifford Arbor only the word 'yes' is acceptable from such a beautiful woman," he said, trying to charm her. "Well, I guess I don’t really have a choice. Especially if it’s law in Clifford Arbor. What time do you want me?" "About eight?"

"All right, it’s a date. I’ll see you both on Friday at eight. Bye Harley." Raven gave him a full beaming smile which vanished as she looked at Jackson. "Nice meeting you, Jackson." She turned, collected her mail and walked back to her house. Harley watched the delightful swinging curves of her ass as she moved. No way was she wearing any panties. He admired her ass wondering if she got wet as she spoke to them. He got hard just by watching her walking away. "What’s with your killer scowl?" Harley asked, his anger visible with his clenched fists and sharp tone. He turned to give the man at his side his full attention. "Nothing." "Don’t give me that crap, Jackson. You should’ve just growled at her instead, maybe that would’ve had her running for the hills." Harley turned towards their own house wondering if the little peach was watching them from her window. He wouldn’t look back. He wouldn’t look back. He looked back. Disappointed. No twitch of the curtain, no nose pressed against the glass. "What the hell are you talking about?" Jackson blurted once they were inside. "Do you have a problem with Raven?" "No." One word, nothing more. Silence landed between them. "Are you jealous of her?" Harley accused. "No." "Then what the fuck, Jackson?" Was Jackson jealous of the way Harley acted just now with Raven? Harley was sure Jackson felt the same way about Raven. They’d been watching her for close to a month. They were virtually obsessed with the woman and they’d only just learned her name. Harley had seen her around town. Most men with half a brain and a cock had noticed her. She was the talk of the God damn town. Hot little thing like that with huge breasts, a nice plump ass and so sweet butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Hell, every man was hoping to bang

her. She refused all their advances. She was quite the woman, bold, independent and caring. Raven could handle him and Jackson. Harley could feel it. Where was all this coming from? Harley gave Jackson his full attention. He wanted to know what had crawled up his ass. **** Jackson hung his head not knowing what the hell to say. This was the first time in years his dick had responded to a woman on this deep a level and he found it a bit disturbing. He hated women, the only reason he did the whole sharing thing was because it made Harley happy and his dick got hard for everything Harley did. Raven. What a woman. He could imagine her in his arms, feel her heat wrapped around him. What was it about her? What made her different? She was hot and sexy as sin but so were a lot of women they’d been with. He ran his fingers through his black hair trying to distract his thoughts. His pulse raced and his heart rapidly beat inside his chest. He wanted to go back out there and bring her to their place to claim her as their own. The men at work hadn’t been lying when talking about the new woman, which he already knew from watching her, but he doubted the whole opinion of her innocence. She was nice? No way. Since when had a hot woman ever been nice? Fuck. Patricia had really done a number on him. "I don’t want to talk about it." Jackson made a move to leave but Harley stopped him. "I see what this is." Without saying another word, Harley spread his palm and cupped Jackson’s groin. "You want to fuck our little neighbor." He winced and gasped. How well Harley knew him. The very thought almost brought him to his knees but he couldn’t think right now with his anger so close to the surface. "Leave me alone, Harley." He grabbed the man’s wrist and pushed him away. "I’m not in the mood." Jackson turned to leave. "She’s not Patricia." The words had the desired effect. Jackson saw red and he reacted, pure and simple. He grabbed Harley by the neck and thrust him against the nearest wall.

"Don’t you say her fucking name," he snapped, not letting the other man go. He didn’t see his lover and friend. He saw the enemy. Harley held onto him. No fear, no reaction. "Calm down, Jackson. Look at me. Look me in my eyes." "You shouldn’t say her name. She’s nothing, do you hear me? Nothing." Jackson let his head fall to Harley’s chest, gasping for air. Harley immediately comforted him. Harley soothed him like no one else could. His voice, his touch bringing the calmness his body craved. After five years Jackson he still reacted like a brute. "I won’t act on it..." Jackson started to tell him, trying to get back on the subject but Harley stopped him with the pressure of his lips. "She’s so fucking hot, Jackson. I can see you both now, walking in on both of you. Naked. Sweating. Your hard cock fucking her pussy. Do you think she waxes? A nice, clean strip of flesh for both of us to lick sitting right there between her legs. I bet Raven tastes like peaches. I love the taste of a juicy, ripe peach." Jackson knew what he was doing. Harley was distracting him. Pulling him back from the anger. Harley knew him. Harley understood him. Jackson joined in. "No, she’d taste like warm honey and cinnamon." They groaned, their bodies fused together. Jackson kissed Harley, his tongue peeking out to trace the shape of his lips. Harley unzipped Jackson’s pants, pulling out his long, thick arousal and Jackson hissed over clenched teeth. His dick was rock hard from thinking about fucking Raven and Harley-all of the combinations the three of them could come up with. They’d never get bored. He wanted Raven. Jackson accepted it but he didn’t completely trust his judgment yet. He would meet her, get to know her. He needed to make sure, he needed to be sure he and Harley were safe from another evil woman. Jackson held onto Harley cupping his head and kissing the sweet heat of his words into his mouth. Their moans echoed along the walls. Two men excited about one delicious woman. Two men in love making love with each other. "I want her too, Jackson."

"She’s the one," they said in unison. The one woman both men responded to. The one woman who was made purely for them to share. They could feel it, sense it. "Do you think she’d want both of us?" Harley muttered. Jackson groaned as Harley pumped his cock, gliding up and down his aching shaft. Cum oozed from the tip lubing his cock. "Didn’t you see her blush and look at both of us as if she’d love to eat us?" "I only saw her looking at you." Jackson was pleased about that. With her eyes on Harley, he’d had the chance to really look at her. God he hoped his doubt was just paranoia. "That’s because you were too busy scaring her with your sexy growl. She wants us both." "You’re sure?" "Positive." "What if she’s already taken?" Jackson spoke the words he’d thought about for some time. He’d heard all the interest about her from the eligible men in town. Harley stopped what he was doing. Jackson could see the determination in the other man’s eyes. "Then we’ll kill them or get her in our house, chain her to our bed and seduce her into loving us, fucking us. We can give her the world, Jackson." Jackson needed to meet her without Harley. Harley was too smitten to form a proper thought about her. "It sounds like a plan. Maybe we should send out a signal to all those men who want a piece. Until further notice, Raven Peters is our property." Harley nodded at Jackson’s suggestion. "In that case, end of discussion. Get on your knees. I want to cum down your throat before I go to work." Harley smiled going to his knees before his lover and took Jackson’s cock between his lips. Jackson groaned at the warm slide of his tongue and flung his head back, his eyes closing as pleasure spread through his limbs. The sweet sucking sound filled his ears as Harley worked him over. Today was going to be a very good day. ****

Raven stood behind her front door, heart pounding in her chest. Her fingertips still tingled with warmth from Harley. How was that even possible? Oh, of all the horrid things to happen she’d reacted to her gorgeous hot neighbors like a bitch in heat. Why was she cursed like this? Never before in her entire life had she felt so drawn to a man. Men in this case. Already she felt like she could never deny them a thing. What kind of woman did that make her? Her pussy wept, soaking the tops of her thighs. She detested wearing panties. Really, what was their use? The two men were completely different, Harley with his easy-going charm, no matter what he said he brought a smile to her face. Then there was Jackson. Dark, brooding, with an intense sexy scowl as well. Raven would bet money they were never without a willing female. Her pussy wouldn’t stop leaking just thinking about sucking on one of them maybe while pumping the other man with her hand, with her on the floor, knelt before both men, worshiping them. The possibilities seemed endless. Raven licked her dry lips trying to get some focus on her sexy thoughts. She felt like a slut dreaming about being fucked by two incredibly gorgeous men at the same time but if this was what a being a slut felt like then she’d gladly wear the label. Her legs were weak. Without looking in the mirror, she could already see the deep blush of arousal spreading across her chest, working up to her cheeks. When aroused, most men got an erection. A woman was supposed to be able to hide the evidence. Not Raven. She got all the signs, hardened nipples clearly visible beneath her top, the deep breath coming out almost like a pant and then the noticeable flush to her skin. The deep red tone emphasized even more by her pale skin and jet black hair. She went to the curtain in the sitting room to see where her neighbors were, the desire to watch the men walk away seeming like the most appealing activity in the world. Their asses were the tightest she’d ever seen and she’d seen her fair share. Raven kept her eyes on them, still watching even when Jackson Cole looked back. She gasped. Out of both of the men, it was him, the dark brooding one, taking an interest in her, that was really surprising. Her body responded to him.

Raven couldn’t drop the curtain. She stared at Jackson Cole wondering what was worrying him. His eyes looked deeply troubled. He seemed almost unsure of himself and for a man of his size and looks, he should have ooze confidence. Slowly, Raven lowered the curtain and moved away from view. She didn’t need them seeing how much she desired them or how intrigued she was by both men. Slut. Yes, please. Shaking her head, she realized she needed to leave. She had work to do which didn’t involve her standing around all day daydreaming about two men and wanting something she could never have. Well, maybe she could fantasize about her two tight-ass men. And she could imagine biting into one of them all she wanted. Nope, not a good train of thought. It was the beginning of the day and she didn’t want to spend the next twelve hours begging for a hot man between her legs. Raven mentally pulled back and forced her feet to move, her mind to shut off and block all the erotic images. She moved to the kitchen to get her purse and then made her way to work. Purse in hand. Car keys. Wow, go team Raven. Next. Yes, open the front door. Don’t look over there. Too late, her eyes wandered to the house next door. No movement. Disappointed, she shook her head, got into her beat up piece of junk she called a car and moved out on to the road. She traveled along the stretch of road leading into town. It was a beautiful hot summer’s day and she wished she could pull the roof down on her car and drive around in style. But for now Raven would have to stick with her solid roof and rattling engine. It always amazed her, the true beauty of the country and living by the sea. It was always a beautiful picture and it was always breath taking. Moments later she parked her car in the shade and made her way into the Clifford Arbor Book Shop. Walking inside, she sighed. Absolute heaven. Air conditioning. "Raven, do you want a cup of tea, love?" Beatrice asked.

"Love one, Beatrice." Sixty-seven year old Beatrice Anderson owned and ran the shop and Raven loved the woman. She was such a friendly face and she was so accepting. Clifford Arbor was a friendly town, but a town which looked after its own before accepting outsiders. It was a close-knit community. In fact, when she first arrived here, it had taken a couple of weeks before anyone would even wish Raven hello in the morning. One day she hoped she could become a member of this treasured community and one of their own to be looked after and protected. It still baffled her how she managed to get this job and when she asked Beatrice why she hired her, the older woman simply clucked her tongue and said she loved her smile. Beatrice also believed she had a feeling for people. That her gut would lead the way. Bad gut or good gut? She didn’t know but at least Raven had a job and that was the main thing. Raven was nice to everyone but she was guarded. In fact, some might say she was scared to let anyone in. But in a place like Clifford Arbor, when one person knew you, the whole town did and Raven wasn’t ready to have an entire town know every little detail about her. She did love it here though and being happy was high on her priority list. She never wanted to leave and in fact had gone to the bank to ask for a loan to buy her house. She no longer wanted to rent for a short time but wanted to stay and put down some roots. "There we go, my dear." Beatrice placed a steaming cup of tea on the counter in front of her. "Do you think we’ll be busy today?" "No way of knowing, dear. The sun is out and its high season so yes, I suspect so." Always so placid and direct. That was Beatrice. Raven smiled at the familiarity, at the love she felt from this woman. Beatrice made her feel at home, felt like a grandma to her. "Biscuit?" Yes, definitely family.

Nine o’clock soon came around. The doors opened and then it was a case of waiting for the customers to arrive. Raven took the morning delivery and watched as the delivery guy flirted a little and then she took the books through to the store room and started to fill the shelves with new best-sellers as her mind drifted back to meeting her two sexy neighbors. Were they lovers? For the first time she started to wonder if her two very male, very masculine neighbors were in fact lovers. The disappointment which swamped her entire body confused and shocked her. She didn’t know anything about the two men but to think she didn’t have a shot with either man really upset her. No man had ever made her feel like this and they’d only had a conversation. Dinner was two days away. What was she going to do? "Penny for your thoughts?" Gasping, Raven dropped the paperback she was placing on the shelf and missed as it fell on her head. "Ouch." She grabbed her head turning quickly to view the man who’d interrupted her thoughts and caused a potential headache. Paperbacks were not light. Jackson Cole stood before her, a concerned look painting his face. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you." He moved in, crowding her space. "Let me look." He removed her hands from her head so he could look at the damage the book had done. "It's fine. Really." Goose bumps spread along Raven’s skin where he touched her. For such a tall, huge, muscular male, she couldn’t help but notice how gentle his touch was. "Yep, just a little bump." He bent to retrieve the book. "Doesn’t even look like you got hit in the head with a good book." He flipped over the cover to glance at the blurb on the back. Raven smiled, taking the book from his grasp. Turning it over, she couldn’t help but chuckle. "Horror not your thing?" She stretched up and slotted it back in its place. "No. I don’t like horror." His voice sent delicious shivers through her body. He pressed closer, forcing her back against the bookshelf then leaned in, whispering against her ear. "I’m more of an action man myself. I like doing things." Raven couldn’t look away. She held her breath waiting for his next words. "Are you an action girl, Raven?" He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, tilting her head up with another underneath her chin. He stared intently into her eyes. It appeared he was

trying to read her very soul. "No, not action. How about romance? Something with a happy ending?" Did he even realize his other hand stroked hers? Raven smiled at him, licking her lips. "I like erotica," she said, her voice coming out scratchy. She licked her lips again. "I could imagine putting your tongue to much better use." His words shocked and excited her. Jackson Cole was coming onto her big time. "Really? Because I could imagine putting my tongue to much better use." He drew her in to his web. She needed to be part of him. Part of what he wanted. "What are you doing in Clifford Arbor, Raven?" His question was so abrupt it brought her down to earth with a mighty slam. "Living here." Raven tried to pull out of his grip but he refused to let go of her hair. "That’s impolite." She pointed to her hair and continued to glare at him. Where was the charming man of moments ago? She liked that Jackson Cole a whole lot better. "Your hair is soft," he shrugged "You’re in my space." "You didn’t mind seconds ago." "I liked you seconds ago." She grabbed the hand which held her hair. "Let go." He stared at her a few minutes more and then unraveled her hair and cupped her cheek instead, refusing to let her go. "I’ll find out why you’re here," he warned. "I’ll look forward to an apology when you do." She moved out from the confines of the bookcase completely confused about what had just happened. Raven was sure he was flirting with her one moment and the next instant he was this hard brute who thought the worst of her. Who was the real Jackson Cole? More importantly, who had turned him into the type of man who shot hot and cold?

"How can I help you, Jackson?" she asked, giving him her full attention, trying to find out who he actually was. "I came to apologize." "What for?" "It would seem I was glaring or scowling, or whatever Harley said, this morning when we talked or more importantly you talked and I just stood there like a spare part." His apology seemed genuine but she couldn’t recall him being in a bad mood this morning, far from it in fact. If anything she thought his scowl was intensely sexy. She would rather see his scowl than the distrust he had on his face moments ago. "Well. No worries. I didn’t even realize you were scowling." Raven couldn’t help herself. She leaned in close and whispered. "I thought it was really sexy." She moved away from him but he caught her around the waist, bringing her close to his body. Her belly pressed against the bulge in his jeans and Raven couldn’t stop from rubbing against him. What was it about this man that made her act like a wanton woman? It had to be the heat. Or did the town of Clifford Arbor turn folk into sex driven maniacs? She gasped, his body hard, his erection brushing against her stomach making her moan at the feel of him against her. "What are you doing?" She looked around her to see if anyone paid any notice to them. No one was about, or at least she couldn’t see anyone. Raven placed her hands on his forearms and his heat scolded her fingers but she refused to let him go. She liked the feel of the muscles in his arms. Jackson’s unique fragrance invaded her senses, her own body responding with a will of its own. She pressed closer to him wanting to be as close as possible to this amazing specimen of a man who made her feel safe in his arms. "You’re playing with fire," he warned. "And you’re not?" Jackson tensed beneath Raven’s arms and she ran her fingers up and down, taking him in. She traced his tattoo with her finger. "What does it mean?"

"It’s the zodiac sign for Capricorn." "You’re a Capricorn?" "No, Harley is." Raven felt warm and fuzzy. They must be a couple otherwise why would he have a tattoo of Harley’s zodiac symbol? Would a man ever do something so incredibly sweet for her? "I don’t mean to play with fire." She really didn’t. She wasn’t into destroying relationships and she could tell Harley and Jackson had one of those deep, meaningful relationship that should never be broken. Her aim was to stay in Clifford Arbor, not make a spectacle of herself. Love could truly exist out there. She was looking in the wrong places, that was all. "I like your fire." Jackson’s voice was husky against her ear, tickling her curls. Her body on fire, her zone for pleasure was her neck and his breath caressing such a sweet spot almost made her go to her knees and beg him to take her home to find out what else he could do with her other pleasure zones. "Aren’t you with Harley?" It was the only sensible thought she allowed herself to think. "You don’t want me?" Raven noticed he evaded the answer and tensed. **** Jackson instantly released her the moment she tensed. He didn’t do unwilling women and he’d never hurt a woman. Damn it! If he couldn’t find the will to hurt a lying, manipulative bitch like Patricia, he was never going to risk hurting Raven. Especially when she smelled so delightful. Harley was right. They’d found their woman. The possessive nature he felt overwhelmed him. The desire to pick her up, take her home and keep her there, loving, fucking and having babies, was incredibly strong. Being in her company he could already sense how genuine this woman was. Her innocence, her love. Insane. It should be insane but it felt so right. The assurance was scarier than anything he’d ever felt before. This was more than a chemical attraction. This was fate, destiny, whichever word you wanted to use to paint the picture. This was it.

It came as no surprise she was concerned about Harley. If only she knew how much Harley would love to see this. The horny bastard would be getting off on it. Thinking about Harley sent Jackson’s cock into overdrive. She would look amazing between them. He wondered if she had large nipples or small, red or pink in color. Did she have dimples above the curve of her ass? Did she wax? The images kept on coming making the bulge in his jeans tighten. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself but he didn’t want to appear vulgar in front of her. What she thought of him really bothered him. He never usually cared for a woman’s opinion. Why now? Jackson brought his palm up to cup her cheek, gently stroking, loving the smoothness of her skin and watched her eyes widen. She didn’t pull away. Instead Raven gazed at him watching, waiting. His hand moved down and rested on her neck and he could feel the rapid beat of her pulse. The flush of arousal moved up her chest and neck giving her a glowing radiance. Giving him a signal that her body was his and he could demand anything from her. "I don’t know you very well," Raven’s voice invaded his thoughts, stopping his hand from moving down her body to the delightful swell of her breast. He pressed his head against hers relishing her smell. He brought his other hand up so both hands delicately cupped her face. He gazed into her eyes, holding her in place as feelings of nervousness and that other emotion he knew so well, desire, overtook him. It would seem Raven was affected by him as well. Even without Harley present. "Do you think sex has anything to do with how long a person knows you?" Jackson asked. Big mistake. Too soon. He saw and felt her withdraw from him. Her hands covered his where they lay on her neck. He felt her getting ready to pry away. But he wasn’t ready to let go. "It takes more than a sexy neighbor to show me some attention for me to jump into bed. What’s the matter, not enough single women around here for you? Or are you test driving the new girl before someone else gets in there?" Raven pulled his hands away and stepped back, the flush on her skin betraying her words. "Whoa." Jackson held his hands up. He'd really hit a nerve. "I meant nothing by it." This was why Harley talked to women. He always knew what to say, always charmed women out of their

pants. Jackson on the other hand, seemed to scare women away. Suddenly he wished he had the ease Harley possessed with women. He could use some of that charisma with Raven. Usually his dark aloofness intrigued women or maybe it was the promise of being with Harley. They had an agreement within their relationship-no women unless both were present. It worked. Jackson began to wonder how many women had actually wanted him and how many were only interested in him to get to Harley. Usually women were attracted to his brooding. He would fuck them and share them with Harley, but with this woman he wanted to single himself out. To show her not only would he be good as part of a ménage, but he’d be good as a man himself. A single entity. That she could trust him. "Raven, I..." He didn’t get the chance to finish. "Is that Jackson Cole I hear?" Beatrice interrupted. "Yes, it’s me, Beatrice." Jackson looked at Raven one last time. Hating the anger and hurt he’d caused her, he offered an apology. "I’m sorry," he muttered and went towards the front of the shop where the older lady stood behind the counter clucking her tongue. "Well are you going to come and see me, boy, or are you going to keep molesting my pretty assistant?" Beatrice could put anyone at ease and Jackson laughed out loud turning to see Raven’s blush change to one of embarrassment as she sneaked past him up to the desk, putting the older woman and the desk between them. "She’s a hard person not to molest, but I’ll keep my greedy man hands in my pockets." He shoved them down into the confines of his jeans, a good excuse to adjust his cock. Besides, if he didn’t keep his hands busy, he would have reached out to stroke her hair. Raven’s hair seemed to shine and glow at him. Full dark strands, it called to him to sink his hands in its depths. "She is pretty. I’m sure that’s why we’re getting more male visitors here. The two Jeffrey boys were here the other day asking all sorts of questions about Raven. Completely besotted. Anyway, I’m old school so anything to get visitors in here and I’m ready to exploit it." Beatrice didn’t notice how Jackson fisted his hands at the mention of the other two men who were known for sharing their women. Two brothers with a reputation for loving them and

leaving them. He didn’t want to even imagine Raven between those two. She was his. His and Harley’s. She deserved something better than two men who were going to use her. "I can only imagine," he managed to squeeze out but in truth he didn’t want to waste his time imagining this woman with anyone else but him and Harley. Jackson noticed how uncomfortable Raven became at the mention of the other two who’d taken notice of her. For some reason he felt she didn’t want the other two and their persistence bothered her. He and Harley would soon put a massive stop to that. One good thing about Clifford Arbor, no man pissed on another's territory or took another man's woman. Raven was about to be marked in a big fucking way. "I got to go." He smiled at both women, his eyes lingering on Raven. This Friday she would be all theirs. "Now there goes a man who knows how to please a woman and I’m not just talking about in the bedroom, dearie. Just looking at him gives me joy." Beatrice shook her head humming in appreciation. Raven couldn’t believe it. She laughed out loud. It was the first time she’d heard Beatrice speak about a man. "He’s one of my neighbors." A note of pride entered Raven’s tone. "You could do far worse." "How do you know him?" Raven asked, looking at the cash register trying to pretend she wasn’t at all interested. "I’ve lived here my whole life and so has Jackson. Not always been a nice boy I admit, but life has straightened him out like it always does." Raven wanted to know more. "What straightened him out?" "Nothing that I’d like to talk about. I’m not a gossip. I just know he’s dealt with some serious issues and it’s nice to see him happy with Harley." Raven thought she saw Beatrice eyeing his ass. It really was a nice ass but to see this woman eyeing it made Raven want to cover the other woman’s eyes. That ass was hers. Not yet but it would be hers. Whoa, where the hell did her thoughts come from today?

"I tell you, dearie, if I was thirty, no make it twenty years younger, I’d have that boy for breakfast, lunch and dinner and still have time for dessert and snacks in between." Raven laughed at her, struggling to see this little woman eating such a large man. "No laughing, Raven. In my day I was a right tart. I loved men and they loved me. It’s just a shame. My honey bee came to me so early in life." Beatrice referred to her much loved husband. They’d been husband and wife for forever and in love even longer. Raven had seen them from time to time and even now they looked at each other as if the rest of the world ceased to exist. Love shone out of the couple and it was spellbinding to see. Raven hoped one day she’d have a man like that and still feel the same after forty years of marriage. "What else do you know about Jackson?" Raven found herself asking, cringing at the enthusiasm she displayed. "Interested are we?" "He’s my neighbor and you just got me all interested by talking about him." Raven pointed out, poking a finger at Beatrice and the door which the man in question had just vacated. "How gorgeous he is?" "Come on, Beatrice I’m being serious." "Alright, alright. Give an old woman a break." "Beatrice, you’re not an old woman. You know that. I know that so don’t try to bamboozle me. I know you," Raven told her. Beatrice stuck out her tongue making Raven laugh. "Jackson is just a hard man through and through. He’s always been with his friend Harley and always will. I don’t know if they’re a couple, dearie, so don’t ask. I just know they’re the best of friends and like some friends, they do a little sharing along the way," Beatrice replied. "Sharing?" "I’m not blind or stupid or a prude. I thought you knew me better," Beatrice chided. "Sharing a woman. You know, two men, one woman. Blah, blah, blah." "I know what you mean, Beatrice."

"They’re good men. Any woman would be blessed to have them. They deserve it, too. Hard working. You have to get use to stuff round Clifford. We protect our own and we don’t gossip." Raven was under no illusion about Clifford Arbor. People here were a nice and friendly bunch but they gossiped with each other, about each other and it seemed to be the given thing for a small sea side town. Beatrice went out the back leaving Raven to think about her two neighbors and what hadn’t been said about Jackson. Sharing? Did the men of Clifford Arbor share their women? Raven began to think of all the couples she’d seen but she couldn’t put any sharing couples together. Maybe that was the point. Clifford Arbor appreciated its privacy and accepted the way people lived no matter what they did in their private lives. Harley and Jackson, to be sandwiched between such masculinity was appealing. Would she even survive a night of being with them? Would they want to share her? Two men devoted to one female body. Tingles of delight worked through her system. To have those two men work her over would be truly sensational. What about if they were a couple? Would she want to see them working on each other? The answer quickly came to her. Raven could feel her pussy convulse. The image of Jackson and Harley together sent her through the roof.

Chapter Two

"So, a little bird told me you accosted the delightful Raven at the book store." Harley dumped his shopping bags on the kitchen table questioning his friend at the same time. Jackson sat at the table reading the paper, drinking a bottle of beer. Beer. He could use one of those. Harley reached into the fridge grabbing a bottle and opening it. He joined his friend at the table, waiting for an answer. He continued to stare knowing Jackson would soon budge. Any minute now. Harley wondered what it was like being so close to Raven. To have her in his grasp. In truth, Harley felt a little envious. To have a rounded, beautiful woman in your arms. To be that close. "All right, all right. I went to Beatrice’s book shop to apologize for my scowling this morning. You mentioned it. I didn’t want her to feel on the edge on Friday when she came round for dinner." Jackson closed the paper but didn’t look up. "And?" "And I may have upset her." "How the hell could you upset her in such a short period of time?" "I said something about sex and she freaked. Closed down like a block of ice. The way she reacted we wouldn’t have a single problem with global warming if you had that woman near," Jackson said. "What the hell did you say?" Harley straddled a chair, facing him, resting his chin on his arms which crossed the back of the chair. "Some stupid shit about not needing to know each other to have sex..." Jackson trailed off. Harley could see how upset he was but he refused to comfort him. Right now Jackson didn’t need comfort. "What did she do?" "Froze. Started accusing me of planning some sort of test drive for the new girl. Try her out before anyone else got a chance with her. I want her Harley. She’s the one." ****

Never before had Jackson been so sure of anything. All day her face plagued his thoughts. Her happiness and joy at seeing and talking with Harley this morning and her upset at thinking all he wanted to do was to test drive her. Not going to happen. At lunch he sought out the two Jeffrey boys, Carl and Edward, warning them away from his woman. Serious bodily harm would come to either of them if they didn’t leave her alone and Jackson would know. There were people in town that cared for him and would do anything to make sure he never got hurt by anyone again. People would watch out for Jackson's interests. It was just a relief. Beatrice liked him. She would keep Raven safe and he’d even phoned her when he knew Raven had left for the day to try and convince her to give him some information about the woman he and Harley had fallen in love with. He knew in his gut Harley felt the same way. What the hell was going on? No one should have this effect on a man no matter how well stacked or good looking they were. "I want her, too. Carl Jeffrey came by to see me and told me what you threatened. He came to confirm I felt the same way about the delectable Raven Peters and to double check I would slice off his balls and feed them to the fish if he came near her." Harley smiled. "She’s ours, Harley. Surely you feel it, too. Do you? Want her in your life, in your bed?" Jackson needed to be sure, needed to hear the verbal reassurance. "Yes." "Do you love her?" "I know I shouldn’t feel this way but after watching her for a month and finally talking to her, I know I can call it lust and love at first sight. I hope she wants us both." Harley went off deep in thought. "What about Patricia?" "Patricia is nothing. Stop bringing her up," Jackson warned. "She always comes up, Jackson. You’re going to have to face facts she’ll want some cash or something." Jackson knew how much Harley hated Patricia.

"It’s what I have to do to get her to leave us alone." "Just let her show everyone the pictures. Everyone in town knows we’re a couple anyway. She has nothing on us." About a year after the divorce and the accident which had taken Tyler, Patricia came calling, blackmailing Jackson for money. She threatened to post all of the naughty pictures of him and Jackson together if he didn't pay what she wanted. The woman wasn’t satisfied with the pain she caused Jackson by killing a loved one. Clearly she wanted his soul. "I don’t care about the pictures. Everyone in town knows about us. I’m not ashamed of you, Harley. But she has pictures of Tyler and that I couldn’t bear to see that, let alone live with." Jackson stopped, standing up to go stare out the window. The window that overlooked Raven’s House. "I don’t want these people remembering Tyler in any other way than with love for the young man he was before he met Patricia. Those pictures could taint their image of him. I couldn’t bear that. Tyler’s gone but she’s going to show some respect for his memory." Jackson took a swallow of beer but stood still in the window. Harley stood beside him, beer in hand. Too much time had been spent dwelling on the past. No matter which way he looked at it, Patricia was always going to screw with his emotions. He wasn’t going to let her stop him living his life any longer. The only power she would have was the power she thought she owned. And Jackson was going to start by making his and Harley's future involved the woman over in that house. "We need to show her we want her," Harley began. "I think it’s going to take a little more than wanting her," Jackson sighed, leaving the window to take a seat back at the table. "Well let’s make plans. Let’s plan the seduction of Raven Peters," Harley offered as he joined him at the table.

Chapter Three

Raven drenched the omelet she was preparing with lots of Swiss cheese and was about to put it under the grill when her doorbell rang. She shoved it under the grill, intending to ignore the door. Anyone who was calling this late at night wasn’t bringing good news and she didn’t wish to spoil what remained of her evening. The doorbell went off again. "I’m going to ignore it," she chanted to herself. Standing by the open grill, her stomach rumbled from the aromatic smells wafting up. She loved her cheese golden and crispy. Not chef material but certainly her material. Doorbell. Doorbell. Nope, she couldn’t ignore that. Whoever was out there refused to take a hint. Raven checked under the grill to see how her dinner was doing before she ran to the door. She checked through the peep hole and stopped, shocked. Harley was standing on her porch with a bunch of white roses. Why is my sexy neighbor standing on my doorstep with white roses? Is he lost? Raven couldn’t resist checking her reflection briefly in the mirror near the door while taking a deep breath to calm her erratic beating heart. "One...two...three..." Raven opened the door with a smile on her face hoping she didn’t look as flustered as she felt. "Hi." Raven cringed inside. Too high pitched and way too happy. She glanced down at the floor squeezing her eyes shut taking a tiny second before she glanced back up. "What...um...why are you here?" Her manners all but left her.

What is one supposed to say in these situations? Hi sexy, want to come in and lick me all over? Bad thought. Come on Raven you’re a strong woman. Independent. You don’t need a man to make you feel special. "Any reason you’re banging on my door?" She smiled hoping her words sounded teasing rather than scolding. I’m so bad at this. His smile, the one that made the dimple in his left cheek appear, his blue eyes twinkling more than the ocean when the sun was shining down glistening over the surface, made her heart flutter. How could she be angry with this man? "I came to bring my very beautiful neighbor some flowers." Harley lifted the bunch of expensive white roses. On a closer look they had a tinge of pink to their petals. Very beautiful and delicate. "This late at night?" Raven questioned, unsure what he expected in return. Hot man or not, she wasn’t prepared to ruin her reputation for a pretty face. But it was a damn fine face. If she could have hit herself in the forehead and told her evil twin to shut the hell up, she would have. Instead she smiled and pretended she didn’t have a battle of the good, moral girl and the slut fighting for the right to make a decision. "It’s not even eight. The night is still young," He teased, never taking his eyes from her. If eyes were connected to hell and damnation, this man owned them. His voice spoke innocently but his tone and the gleam in his eyes told a whole other story that definitely included her and him and a very large bed. Remember your reputation, Raven. Screw the reputation, just dive in and have Harley for dinner. There they went again. Good versus bad. "Do I smell something burning?" Harley sniffed the air, moving forward. "Shit, come in," she yelled over her shoulder.

She let him close the door as she ran back to her cheesy omelet. Golden brown. The cheese bubbling perfectly the way she liked it. She suddenly felt happier for having a grill with its own mind. It would only heat up when it deemed it needed to. Raven grabbed her plate, placing the omelet on it, moving the frying pan to the washing bowl. All she needed was a knife and fork with plenty of bread. Yum. The perfect greasy supper without much work. "Sorry about that. Dinner." Raven went over to the breakfast bar, facing him on the other side of the work surface. She noticed the roses still in Harley’s hands and his twinkling eyes still assessing her. She suddenly felt conscious of her shoveling technique. Raven slowed down, looking at her plate. "What’s the matter?" Harley asked. "Do you want something as well?" she offered, her eyes straying to the bread and butter. "No. Feed yourself. It’s nice to see a woman actually eating." He sat down to watch her. "Sorry. I’m a woman who needs to eat." Taking a huge bite of the omelet onto her fork, she sandwiched it between a piece of bread, the butter melting from the heat. She took a bite, moaning her appreciation for her food. She took another huge bite, her belly grumbling for more. She saw Harley smiling amused. "Sorry," she mumbled between mouthfuls of food. She wasn’t eating like a slob just enjoying her food. "No worries. Like I said, this is a whole new experience for me. I take it you can cook," Harley told her. "At the moment. But let’s face it, eggs and cheese aren't a hard thing to get wrong," Raven said between mouthfuls of food. "Some people would take exception to that comment," he laughed as he spoke. "You notice how I didn’t mention toast? Let’s just say I can’t cook a single slice of toast," she confessed. Harley chuckled. "I’m not kidding. Do you know you can set the fire alarm off with a piece of toast and I’ve managed to flame grill a slice, too? Not nice at all mind you but I can still do it." Harley was flat out laughing now.

"You ever want to destroy a piece of toast, you’ve no need to look any further." Raven took another mouthful letting him get over his fit of laughter. She smiled, pleased she could make him laugh even if toasting a slice of bread was the hardest thing she’d come across. Once he stopped, Raven offered him some of her omelet. It was rude to keep eating and not offer him something and she was pleased when he took a small bite. Raven held her breath as he savored a mouthful, moaning as he did. Suddenly her stomach tightened, her nipples harden, and a yearning overtook her so deeply she struggled to get her composure. How would it feel to have his mouth on her body? His lips trailing a path along her skin? Did he like licking a woman’s pussy? Her thighs clenched together trying to stem the flow of cream dripping from her pussy. Too long without a man. She offered him another bite of her sandwich and he took the fork, somehow managing to lick over her finger in the process. She tensed. The fight against good and bad was happening again. Be strong, Raven. "W-what," she cleared her throat. Trying to talk when her body was in chaos was not the brightest of ideas. "What are the roses for?" Raven pointed at the beautiful bunch of flowers resting in his arms. So perfect. "Jackson sent them over as a peace offering." Her heart jumped a beat at the mention of Jackson. She’d really gone at him today at work. She shouldn’t have done it. He’d meant nothing by it. That was another flaw of hers, reading too much into something. An action, a word. These were just apology roses. It meant nothing. "Thank you." She reached for them but he stopped her. "You eat your dinner." He went into her kitchen. Her one solace, she loved the kitchen. Except her toaster. She watched him, her eyes following his every move, every muscle rippling underneath his shirt. Her mouth watered and not for the food which had tempted him moments ago. Would he let her lick a path from his nipples to his cock? Cock. At the thought she wondered if he was long, short, thick,

circumcised? He would have to be big. No way was a man so confident with himself if he wasn’t well packed in that department. For a brief moment she thought about Jackson but she cut the thought off quickly. Harley was here and it was rude to be thinking about another man. Good versus bad moments. Imagine having two men thrusting their cocks inside your body. Devoted to you and only you. Harley is here, think of he and Raven and not two men together at the same time. It seemed Miss Good was losing a battle with herself. Either way Raven couldn’t be ashamed of what her body wanted and it was becoming clear she wanted the two men who happened to be her next door neighbors. He found a vase and arranged her white roses beautifully. "Would you tell Jackson not to worry? I went off the deep end and it’s not his fault at all. It’s my fault. I have this thing where I read way too much into things." She finished her dinner and went to the sink speaking as she walked. As she moved to face Harley again, she came chest to chest with him. He surrounded her, trapping her between his hard body and the sink. He moved so fast Raven didn’t have time to protest, make a sound or do anything but let it all happen. She wouldn’t complain. His heady, masculine scent invaded her senses making her ultra-aware of him, stopping any reasonable thought process she could have had. Who could think with hormones colliding like this? Raven certainly couldn’t. She licked her lips. Nervous? Hell yeah. It wasn't every day she had a sexy, hot man press her up against the sink in her own home. Especially if you counted the other hunk pressing her up against bookshelves at work. Men from all sides. Yummy. "Jackson has a habit of saying the wrong thing. He doesn’t consider you a quick fuck or a test drive. Far from it." Raven wished she could break the spell and move away. No thought processes at all. His arms moved, resting on either side of her body, blocking her in, his face on level with hers. Harley was so close she could smell the savory cheese omelet she’d just fed him on his breath. She stayed silent. Waiting.

She couldn’t move anywhere. Part of her didn’t want to move. Her eyes seemed to melt into his. He took her away from who she was and what she was supposed to be doing. His eyes held a promise. A promise that he wasn’t going anywhere and he was here to stay. She licked her lips. No way would Raven analyze what his eyes were saying. There was too much meaning for that. She couldn’t trust herself to take such responsibility on her shoulders. Especially if it meant something completely different than she thought. Raven needed to get some control of the situation. "Why did he send you?" she whispered, her heart pounding. Kiss me. Miss Bad was back again. "He sent me and the flowers as a peace offering, Raven." One of his hands came up to caress her cheek. His rough hand felt so good against her smooth skin. Fire burned where he touched. Without thinking, Raven moved into his touch. "So soft." Raven was sure she heard him moan. "Why you and not him?" She closed her eyes giving herself up to the intoxicating press of his body, his smell. She could barely think with him so close. Everything felt so good and so right. She didn’t want to give it up, even though deep down Raven knew she would have too. "Because I’m good with the kiss and make up part." Harley’s words held the promise his eyes portrayed. Raven was pleased she hadn’t been reading too much into it. Kiss me. Kiss him. Raven could hear the good versus bad and they both wanted Harley Banks to kiss them. "Um," She moaned, closing her eyes, allowing him to hold her. "So many promises." "I’m going to kiss you, Raven." His other hand came up, cupping her face. "Open your eyes for me. I want to see your green eyes." Raven obeyed. Opening her eyes, she saw the intent, the promise. Oh, boy, she wanted everything he was willing to offer. "I want you to see who wants you."

She would not, could not tear her eyes away. She wanted this. She wanted to finally feel like a woman, to be respected like a woman and finally, after so long without having her needs met, to have the attention her body cried out for. "I know who you are, Harley. I want this, too." Miss Good and Miss Bad had disappeared leaving her to struggle with all the decisions. "No turning back." "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me already." Without her conscience, Raven could do whatever she pleased without fear. The next second his lips met hers and the only word to describe the feel was electric. Raven’s nerve endings shot a signal all over her body, cheering her on. She moaned into his mouth opening her lips slightly and Harley took advantage, delving in with his tongue. He penetrated her, taking control of her tongue, forcing her to do his will. She curled her arms around his neck as his hands pulled her head closer, his fists tightening in the curls of her glossy black hair. Her fingers found the fine hairs at the nape of his neck and she tightened her grip, holding onto him with the same heat and passion he was giving her. Raven could feel his pelvis thrust against her stomach. She wasn’t wrong that he was well endowed. Nothing about this male was wrong or bad. She whimpered. All of her good intentions were lost. His body communicated to her how much he liked the biting pain of her passion. Her nails sank into his neck. Harley growled in approval against her lips. His fists tightened in her hair, forcing her head back exposing her neck and opening her up wide to his invasion. "More," he growled. He loosened his hands, moving down her body until he cupped her ass. Raven squealed as he tightened his hold on her, lifting her up by her ass as he pushed her onto the counter, opening her legs wide to receive him. His face was dark with intent. "Harley," she cried out his name as his teeth sank into the delicate column of her neck. Raven’s nipples tightened to the point of pain. He thrust against her seeking entrance even through the tight constraints of his clothing. "We want you, Raven." Harley kissed her lips not allowing her time to digest his words.

What? Raven was sure there was something important in what he’d said to her. Her brain scrambled around the hormones and the pressure of his lips as they moved down her neck, across her collarbone and above the swell of her breast. "We want you, Raven." His words finally absorbed and made sense. Just shut up and fuck me. Raven didn’t want to talk. She wanted action. Not good. "We have to stop," Harley groaned. She moaned in disagreement. She didn’t move to push him away but she no longer held him against her body. Raven felt she should get a point for the effort. Harley pulled away enough for Raven to see his face but not enough to lose contact with her body. "Please don’t stop," she begged. What the hell was wrong with her? She wanted to stop. She’d started it. Now he was moving away from her and she didn’t want him to. Damn. Why did she have to go and spoil it with her silly mouth and morals? "I lied. No stopping." A first for her. It seemed her body had been without a man longer than it felt necessary. "I don’t want to but I have to, baby." He stroked her hair. "Why? We don’t have to stop. Put what I said to a moment of madness." "Jackson and I want you, Raven." His words should’ve scared her, sent her running for the hills, but if anything they made her more excited. Two men wanted her. How could a woman not be happy by the thought? "Together?" she asked in a shaky voice. He nodded. No words were necessary on his part. "You and Jackson Cole want me, Raven?" She gestured from his chest to her own. "Together? In bed?" He shook his head making her frown.

"Not just in our bed, sweetheart. We want you to live with us and share our life." "You’ve known me a day and possibly seen me a few times over the last month. You don’t even know me. I could be an axe murderer for all you know." Harley chuckled at her words. "Why are you laughing?" She folded her arms over her chest. Being all hyped up and left with no orgasm had in fact left her cranky. "Sweetheart, an axe murderer wouldn’t warn anyone about being a possible axe murderer. Besides you may have some serious curves going on but can you even lift an axe?" He teased her looking over her body as if he was assessing her. Her traitorous body responded to his assessment. Raven was pleased her breasts were covered by her arms. "Okay, you’ve got me there, but you don’t know me," she pointed out. "We’ve got a lifetime to get to know one another." "You and Jackson want to share me?" "Yep, me, Jackson and you. One big family." Beatrice words hit her hard. "Sharing a woman. You know, two men one woman. Blah, blah, blah." "Sharing?" "We both want you, Raven. You’re the woman for us." Harley continued to stroke and touch her. "Why me?" She didn’t know why she was asking all these questions. Inside she was screaming, yes! "We both feel it here." He took Raven’s hand and pressed it against his heart. "Inside, me and Jackson both know you’re our woman and I think deep down you do, too." "We’ve only known each other a day." Surely after one day you couldn’t know the person, or people in her case, you were going to be spending the rest of your life with. A day. One single day. Well not a single day, it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and already this guy was talking about a lifetime.

"We’ve been neighbors for a month, Raven. I’ve watched you. We’ve watched. Constantly. I can’t explain it. I don’t even understand it but for five years we’ve been waiting for the right woman and the right woman is you. We know." His eyes bored into her, drilling his words home. She’d heard of love at first sight. Raven had seen it in enough movies and read it in books all the time. But to be part of it? And a third? She recalled Jackson at the book store today and the way he’d been before he got all defensive. She liked that side of him. The niceness, the flirtatiousness. She didn’t like the darkness. She knew he’d been through something before Beatrice told her anything. His distrust of her easily told her it was with a woman. Raven looked at Harley. His determination to prove his feelings made her heart ache with happiness. Harley and Jackson wanted her. Two sexy, gorgeous, strong, hot men wanted her as their woman. "I-I’ve never done this before." She’d never known anything like this before. How could a woman love two men? How could two men love one woman and be willing to share her every day for the rest of their lives? "It’s been done in this town." "In Clifford Arbor?" Raven had never seen any three way couples. "Yep. It’s not my business to tell but I’m sure with time they will let themselves be known to you." It was the old law of Clifford Arbor looking after their own. "Let us prove it to you Friday night. Come over and stay the night," Harley challenged. "That’s moving a little fast." "Life is about moving fast, Raven. You want us. We want you come and take it. No pressure. We would never hurt you. I promise." He cupped her cheeks between his palms, kissing her lips between each word. Her pulse raced, her heart ached. She should be feeling horrible and nervous and uncomfortable and all the fowl negative words in the English vocabulary. Two men. How many women in the world had this chance? Deep down she knew without doubt they would never

hurt her. Raven didn’t know where this trust and understanding came from but she knew it existed. "Okay. I’ll pack a bag," she agreed. Harley was right. Life was about moving forward and taking chances. Raven was twenty-eight years old, had three failed relationships behind her, the last one being incredibly messy. Why sit around waiting for something amazing to happen when it already was happening? "You won’t regret it." He kissed her one last time. "Hold on," she called as he made it to her front door. He got an answer and now he was leaving? She didn’t think so. He turned, beaming smile and melting eyes, giving her, his full undivided attention. "Yes, angel?" "I may have agreed to Friday, but its Wednesday. I want to go out tomorrow night after work. Just have some dinner in a restaurant, get to know both of you." Raven put her terms to him. "I can cook dinner," he offered. She shook her head. "Dinner, with other people around us. Means you cannot seduce me without me knowing something about you. I want both of you there." She folded her arms waiting for his answer. "Jackson and I will be there." "Another thing." She needed to know. "Are you and Jackson..." She twisted her hands, hoping he would get the hint. "Are me and Jackson...what?" He frowned, watching her hands roll. "You know..." He frowned again but she was sure she could see a twinkle in his eye. "Are you and Jackson..." She scrambled through her brain. "Lovers?" She scrunched up her face. Harley chuckled, his hand leaving the door knob. He came over to her, his arm looping around her waist, bringing her close against his body tormenting both of them. He pressed her

against his hard cock. She groaned aloud. He was big. He smelled her neck and whispered. "You’ll have to find out on Friday." He kissed her one final time and left. Raven touched her lips which were still tingling from the bruising torment of his kiss. No man should be that sinful. Inside she was jumping for joy. He left her waiting and wanting more of him. She giggled like a little school girl. **** Harley walked the short distance between their front doors and stepped into his house, closing and locking the door behind him only to be met with Jackson's scowl, which seemed permanently fixed in place. He looked ready to pounce, the poor guy. Jackson stood, his fingers running through his hair. "Did she like the flowers?" "She loved them." Harley hoped every time she looked at them she would think of the heat of his kiss. "You’re a horny bastard." "She wants us, Jackson." Harley loved saying those words. "You were gone some time," Jackson complained. "She got me distracted." "What did she do?" Jackson asked, knowing his lover wouldn’t have been able to resist the luscious mouth Raven possessed. "She tastes like everything we’ve ever wanted." They both moaned. "There’s a catch." Jackson glanced up from looking at Harley’s cock. "Catch?" "She’ll stay with us Friday night and give us a chance to prove we can be together but we have to give her tomorrow night." "At her house." "No. We have to go on a date with her. Tomorrow night we have to have dinner and get to know each another."

"I’m not good at that," Jackson said. "It’s her terms. It’s the least we can do after what we've unloaded on her," Harley shrugged. They wanted this woman and they would have to do what she wanted. "What do I tell her about Patricia?" Harley sighed. It was always about Patricia. "Look, Jackson, just tell her the truth." "I’m sorry." Harley nodded. "We should introduce her to Chase, Lawrence and Emily. It could help." Jackson nodded. "I’ll call them in the morning." They both stood in the entrance, Harley leaning against the front door and Jackson standing at the foot of the stairs. "Come here," Jackson instructed. Harley went to his lover. After having the softness of Raven in his arms, he was about ready to explode. This morning Jackson had refused Harley his climax, making him wait to savor his release. Having Raven ride him through his jeans, the will power it took him to hold back and to wait was a miracle, pure and simple. "I need to cum now," Harley begged the man he loved for the release he craved but secretly he loved being made to wait. When he finally could climax, it would send him hurtling over the edge into oblivion. "I’ll tell you when you can cum," Jackson said. Harley bowed his head, playing his part. "On your knees." The sound of a zipper coming down filled the room. Harley felt his dick tighten with every push, the noise seeming to grow louder, taunting his ears. He felt so blessed to have a best friend and lover he could trust. He didn’t like being dominated all the time but Jackson knew him like no other. Like Raven would soon. "Suck me." The simple command was everything Harley wanted. To have the choice and his will taken out of his hands and given to another made the experience far more pleasurable. He didn’t

have to think, only act. He glanced up to see Jackson’s erection already beautifully swollen and ready for his lips, a drop of fluid leaking from the tip. Jackson's cock was a dangerous weapon all on its own. Just like the owner. Harley grazed the red, swollen head with his teeth then took Jackson into his mouth, the thickness invading, stretching him wide open, sliding along his tongue to fit into the back of his throat. "Harder. Suck me." The commands came hissed through tightly clenched teeth. Harley pulled him into his throat, relaxing his muscles, trying to take more of him. "Fuck." Harley would’ve smiled if he didn’t have a mouth full of cock. "That’s right. Suck it deep." Jackson fisted some of his hair forcing Harley further down his length until the other man gagged on him. Harley unbuttoned his own pants, he had no other choice. The tightness of the material was strangling his large cock. He felt instant relief as he sprang out, pulsing into awareness. The merest touch would send him over the edge into that blissful sanctuary of peace. Between Raven teasing him, rubbing her hot body all over him, and Jackson leaving him unsatisfied, he was set to explode. Harley felt immense pleasure watching Jackson consumed by the power of his mouth and tongue. He loved to please his lover, his one true master. This was the one place and time Jackson relaxed and allowed someone else to take care of him and it was something Harley enjoyed doing for him. "Did you touch her?" He could hear Jackson fighting for control. It was what the man was all about. Dominance. Control. At least with Harley he could be himself. Outside Jackson had far too many worries and concerns plaguing his thoughts to be a true dominant. But in the bedroom, he could freely step into the role. Harley pulled away to reply. "I kissed her. Her little moans filled my mouth. She tastes amazing. Hot, sweet. Everything you could ever imagine." He took Jackson’s cock back into his mouth greedily.

"She’d taste so fucking sweet against my tongue. I’d suck her clit and when she was nice and sopping wet, I’d fuck her pussy. I bet she has a nice tight one. You’ll be fucking her mouth, your dick coated with her saliva, both of us together, taking her." Harley moaned unable to resist fucking himself with his hand, teasing Jackson with bits of information in between licking the copious amounts of fluid leaking from Jackson's tip. "She’s coming round Friday night for more than just food. She knows we want her. I could see confusion and desire but she wants us, Jackson. Both of us. Together." He let his words sink in, watching the other man’s face transfer from lust to sheer ecstasy as his seed pulsed out of his cock in a stream onto his chest and Harley allowed his own release to erupt. Watching his friend let go, that sheer loss, made him lose himself as well. Nothing like watching a dominant man who loved control completely lose it in climax. Once they cleaned up and were cuddled on the sofa they started talking about Raven again. "We have to show her how much she means to us," Jackson said adamantly. "Don’t fret, my friend. She’ll love being with us. We’ll just treat her like the treasure she is," Harley assured him.

Chapter Four

Thursday the sun shone through beautiful blue sky. Raven stretched, giggling as she came awake. Her body hummed from the release she’d given herself last night after Harley left her alone and in need. She’d finally christened her dildo. Even the birds were singing a beautiful tune. It had been a while since Raven allowed herself some form of a climax. Although it was rather silly really. Her last relationship ended a year ago and if anything, it left her feeling naive and immature. How many times had he said he’d left his wife? How stupid could she get? Raven hummed as she got out of bed with a lazy stretch then went down stairs and put the kettle on for her morning coffee. She couldn’t live without her caffeine injection first thing in the morning. She reached for her toaster and prepared her buttered toast while stirring full fat milk into her coffee and treating herself to a teaspoon of sugar. Taking both to the table and taking a bite of toast, she wondered what would happen tonight. She’d have Harley and Jackson all to herself. At least she’d be able to find out if Jackson and Harley were a couple. Her pussy melted. Raven didn’t mind if they were. If anything the image of those two muscular men sliding together, kissing and thrusting against each other, gaining pleasure from each other, drove her mad. Their skin glossy and slicked with sweat. Touching. Moaning. Holding onto each other for strength. She squeezed her knees together trying to stem the flow. Where the images and thoughts invaded her weak brain, her body followed. These two men were going to be the death of her. Her nipples pressed against the old baggy bed shirt she wore grazing the material. Her stomach sucked itself in as she waited trying to fight the urge to press her hand between her thighs. She shouldn’t need to pleasure herself again, right? Her imagination running riot with the rest of her body, she picked up her cup and took a gulp full of steaming hot coffee. The burn brought her down, cooling her mind but not her body. She refused point blank to be controlled by two men whom she knew absolutely nothing

about. With urgency she drank her coffee and finished off her toast. Her knees bounced with the hum of her body. It was even worse knowing they lived about fifteen feet away. She ran upstairs for a quick shower. Changed and dressed, she rushed down the stairs to get to work. Traveling would take her mind off temptation. Satisfied, she grabbed her bag from the desk by the door and then opened the door. The whole point of rushing out of the house was to avoid temptation. If she could face the heavens and plea for strength, she would but instead she jumped back, shocked and terrified. Jackson, sexy with wet hair as if he’d just gotten out of the shower, stood on her stoop with a take away cup and a paper bag in hand. She could smell some sort of beautiful concoction. "Jackson. Hi." Her voice sounded breathless even to her. Raven smiled but her hands were shaking as she held the door. Her pussy taunted her for leaving it alone. Should have sorted me out when you had the chance! The taunting didn’t go unnoticed. Shut up. "Good morning." Jackson bowed slightly, making her laugh. "What brings you to my front door?" Raven wouldn’t invite him in. Her body wouldn’t survive it as she was sitting back on her morals and she needed to know something about them before she slept with either man. "I had an errand to run in town and I picked this up and thought I’d wish you a good morning and offer you an espresso and a baked croissant from the best bakery in town," Jackson explained. The coffee she could resist but her mouth watered at the delicious smelling buttery croissant. She could resist and was about to until she looked up and saw the sincere look on his face as he watched her and offered his treats. Then to add insult to injury, he smiled. A full deviled smile. She was going straight to hell. She opened her door wider and allowed her bag to fall to the floor. As he came into her house for the first time, she was shocked at how much he filled her doorway. He was huge.

Swallowing against the deviled images starting to weave a path back into her mind, Raven rushed to her kitchen hoping he would follow her. Small luck. He did. Jackson handed her the cup and the bag. She put the coffee on the counter top and rustled round in her croissant bag where she found two. Raven grabbed plates, feeling his eyes on her as she moved around her kitchen, making her nervous which brought out her clumsiness. A plate dropped from her fingers and she gasped instinctively reaching for it, but before she could grab it, Jackson’s hand shot out and caught the plate. His size and strength and presence invaded her which made her feel small and dainty. "Careful," he muttered, his breath rustling the hair on her head. Raven smiled, moving back. He placed it on the side, standing right beside her. She felt the heat radiating off him. "You have great reflexes." Raven tried to start up a conversation. But for the first time in her lifetime, she couldn’t think of a single intelligent word to say. "Didn’t want you getting hurt," he said. She glanced up to see him watching her. Raven smiled and placed a croissant on his plate and one on hers. "Happy breakfast," she cheered. Raven took a seat in hopes Jackson would do the same. His knees pressed against hers as he lowered himself onto a chair. Raven took a bite not tasting anything but feeling the warmth of her food sliding down her throat. "Good croissant." She took another generous bite, acutely aware of him. He ate his own but his eyes remained on her. "Do I have something on my face?" She wiped an area on her face coming away with nothing.

"No. You’re perfect. I was just admiring what Harley mentioned." He’s done it now. "What did Harley say about me?" Raven kept her face averted but when he didn’t answer, she looked at him sharply. He shrugged. Oh, no, no. No, no. She wasn’t having that. They already had their little secret about being a couple so she wasn’t going to allow them to tease her like this. To make her curious about each of them and then not spill the beans wasn't acceptable behavior. "What did Harley say?" She made her voice firmer. In truth her anger was taking over her rational thinking. Jackson shrugged and moved his hand, taking the croissant to his mouth as she grabbed his wrist, getting up from her chair to invade his space. His wrist was too thick to even span her hand around. His legs opened to accept her between his as she stepped as close as she could. "What did Harley say?" Raven kept hold of him, her eyes locked on his. Jackson appeared to be relaxed even though she was in his space and her anger was at the surface. She didn’t like the thought of these men discussing her behind her back. "How sexy you looked when you were eating. I’m hard just watching you," Jackson answered nonchalantly. His free hand reached out to span her waist, bringing her in contact with the bulge between his legs. Her anger instantly melted away to be replaced with a surge of lust. Raven let go of his hand to press her hands against the hard muscular heat of his chest. She glanced at how delicate her hands seemed pressed and framed against his large expanse of muscle. Her pussy wept with renewed vigor. She moaned with abandon as he simply watched her, pressing her against his cock. "Feel how hard you make me?" Jackson leaned in close, whispering against her ear. His breathe brushed against her neck sending goose bumps down her arms and across her nipples.

They were now pebbly points pointing out in front of her like little weapons calling to their prey. "This is not fair," she complained, licking her lips as she gazed at him from drooping lashes. "What’s not fair?" he teased her, running his free hand up her chest and across her palpitating heart. She wondered what he would do next. "What’s not fair?" he asked again, his hand still pressed against her chest leaving her in a state of anticipating limbo. "You and Harley teasing me like this." Raven pushed her chest against his hand wanting his attention. Trying to push him to do something, anything, for him to take away this urge to fuck. "Harley isn’t here," he pointed out to her. "But you are," Raven tempted him, moving one of her hands away from his chest, taking hold of the hand against hers and boldly pressing him to her breast. Jackson cupped her in his palm and she filled his hand perfectly. His eyes widened as she pressed his hand tighter around her own breast wanting to feel the biting pain of his touch on her body. "Touch me, please," she begged him. Jackson shot up suddenly holding onto her. He picked her up and placed her on the side sending the plates with the buttery croissants crashing to the floor. Before she even had time to process what was happening, his lips took possession of hers. His hand came away from her tit as her arms circled his neck and she moaned, pulling on his hair as she sank her fingers into the dark brown mess, ruffling it up. Raven messed up his hair as her body hummed with the excitement of having him between her legs. His arms circled her back and pulled her along the side so her ass was perched on the end so she was riding his midriff. "Fuck," he mumbled against her lips. "Shut up and kiss me," she ordered against his lips, pulling on his hair to keep him in place. He was so different from the feel of Harley. Jackson was just bigger all round. No way could a woman forget having this man between her knees. The guy had a presence.

Thinking about Harley brought her back to her senses. Raven reluctantly pulled away from his kiss. "What about Harley?" She groaned, hating the thought of stopping but she didn’t want to ruin a possible future with these two men by excluding one before they even got started. "He wouldn’t mind. Besides, isn’t this what you two did last night without me?" He raised an eyebrow, questioning her. Shrugging, relieved to know Harley wouldn’t mind her being with Jackson, she plunged for his lips, riding him harder than before. The teasing of these men leaving her unsatisfied was turning her into an animal. All she could think about was her own pleasure. Jackson’s lips took over, controlling her through the use of his wicked lips and devilish tongue. "Please," she groaned, rubbing her pussy tight against his denim and the pressure of his cock. "What do you want?" he asked, coming up for air, holding her so she wouldn’t fall off the end of the side. "You and Harley are going to be the death of me," she cried out in anguish. If he was intending to do the same as Harley last night, it meant he would leave her. Alone, desperate and on fire. Jackson obviously heard the pleading in her voice. "What’s the matter, Raven?" "You’re going to leave me," she sobbed, burying her face into his shirt. He smelled so good. "I’m never going to leave you, Raven. Harley and I both want you," he attempted to reassure her. "I’m on fire," she whispered against his ear, hoping he’d get the direction of her thoughts. "I know, sweetheart. I am, too..." he started but she pressed a finger to his lips to stop him. "My pussy is on fire." Taking his hand, she noticed that considering his bulk and size, he never invaded her space but instead allowed her to take the lead. If anything that made her heart swell a tiny bit with a tingling of the only thing she could describe as love. Raven lifted her skirt. She nervously placed his hand over the heat of her mound then dropped the skirt but left his hand in place.

"Please. It’ll give you something to tell Harley about," she tried to persuade him. "Please," she begged him, thrusting her hips against his hand. "A lady never begs," Jackson chastised, moving his finger across her burning clit. She took his head between her hands, making him look at her. "I never said I was a lady, Jackson. I’m a woman with needs. One hundred percent," she warned him. Raven wouldn’t allow any man to mistake her for something she wasn’t. How many times had she been told how innocent she looked? Raven had been told numerous times she was the type of woman to take home to Momma, the only exception being her last relationship. That jerk wanted to keep her locked away from everyone and keep her to himself. She thought it was sweet until she discovered his very excessive and demanding wife. Big mistake. His fingers grazed her clit. She arched into his touch groaning. "You’re our woman. No one else is allowed to touch you. You’re ours." Jackson’s possessiveness spiked her lust further into mindlessness. His lips crushed against hers, his fingers stroking her slowly, bringing out every nerve ending from the slightest touch. She bit her lip trying to stifle her moans. If he didn’t let her come soon she would be howling the roof off. "Let me hear your moans." Jackson stopped with his fingers still on her clit. "Please." "I want to hear you scream." His fingers began another assault on her bud, forcing her to cry out and scream his name. Raven gave him everything, the sensations he was evoking were powerful and she didn’t want it to stop. "Louder." His fingers moved to her vaginal entrance pushing past the tight muscles which hadn’t been used for some time. At least her vaginal muscles had only been used by the small vibrators she used and those little plastic devices had no comparison to the full, hard muscled man now commanding her body. She cried out as his thick fingers penetrated her body, fucking her to his knuckles. Her knees closed around his hand trying to stop him, the natural instinct of her body after being so long without a man.

"Open for me," he demanded of her. "You’re too big," she said. His large hands circled her knee, opening her up to his will. "If my fingers are too big for your pussy, how do you expect to take my dick?" His words should have frightened her. If she was a normal person, she’d be running away. She never in all of her life said she was normal which probably explained the dripping cream rushing out of her pussy at his erotic words. Her stomach tightened and her nipples threatened to pierce the flimsy fabric of her shirt. Raven forced her legs open and Jackson’s hand remained resting on her thigh, its tanned skin a contrast to her pale flesh. She stared at that hand while his two fingers worked past her tight, unused muscles, expanding her with every movement. He used her natural lubricant to coat his fingers, to ease his way. "You like the idea of taking my cock?" He chuckled. His hand moved from her thigh to open her long skirt up to his view. "No panties, nothing in my way, baby." Jackson added a third finger, making her lean back so she was open which made it easier for her to take all of him "My dick is thick." Raven opened her eyes to stare at him, licking her lips. "Is that a promise?" His eyes closed to slits. "You’re dangerous." It was her time to chuckle. Jackson stretched her wide with three fingers, inserting them all the way inside her body as his thumb grazed her swollen bud now peeking from under its hood. It was sensitive and she gasped with each feathery touch. Her vaginal channel clenched together as his thumb moved, tightening her hold on the three fingers inside her body. His movements increased and she clutched onto the side of the bar, her other hand reaching out for something, anything, to hold onto. Raven’s hand connected with his free one and she held on. As her body wound tightly and her pants for breath filled the air, she thrust up to meet him pulse for pulse. Her head moved from side to side with every pulsing beat.

His thumb was relentless and Raven couldn’t hold off any longer. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and she relinquished her trust to him to keep her safe as she split in two. Her screams bounced off all the walls. Harley could probably hear her from next door. Raven collapsed against the minuscule excuse for a side and Jackson caught her, extracting his hand reluctantly from inside her body, her womanly fragrance wafting between them. He stroked her hair which had fallen from the clip she’d put it in earlier and simply held her. He whispered words of love and forever. Raven came round with a moan. "What happened?" she asked sleepily. "You passed out for a minute," Jackson said, dropping a quick kiss on her head. "That’s never happened before. Is that normal?" "Of course it’s normal, sweetheart. It just means you had a really great orgasm." Jackson smiled at her. "You two are really going to be the death of me," she mumbled against his chest, her voice filled with the need to go to bed and sleep. "Do you want me to phone Beatrice and let her know you’re not coming in today?" She shook her head yawning. "I have to go to work." "Maybe it would be best if you stayed home," he advised. "I’m not staying at home. I’m new here Jackson. I don’t want to appear lazy." She yawned again and he kissed her on the nose. "Then I’ll drive you." Raven started to protest but he held up his hand. "I won’t take no for an answer." He tucked a curl back behind her ear. The action tender, delicate and loving. "I want to know you're safe." His hand rested on her neck, holding her close as he talked seriously with her. "I guess you leave me no choice." About twenty minutes later Raven sat next to Jackson as he drove her into town for work. She glanced over at him, watching him, and when he turned to look at her, she turned her head

away but kept looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He must have sensed her eyes on him. "What’s the matter, Raven?" Jackson asked, catching a glimpse at her. "Nothing," she said, looking out of the window at the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Again she was transported to the beauty of the scenery where she now lived and worked. "Beautiful isn’t it?" Raven snuggled down in her seat allowing the comfort to ooze inside her body making her even calmer and more relaxed than she’d been in years. "Not as beautiful as you." She smiled, charmed by his seduction. "A girl could get use to these compliments," she warned him. He chuckled. "Stay with me and Harley and you’ll be getting compliments all day long." "How old are you?" she asked. Raven wanted to know more about the two men who seemed determined to believe she was the right woman to live with them and right now she had the opportunity to get some answers. "I’m thirty-three. You?" "Twenty-eight. What about Harley?" "He’s the same age as me. We were best friends growing up. He’s an amazing man." She could hear the love he felt for Harley. "You love him." "Yes. I do. He’s been there for me when I needed him." Jackson stopped and stared intently out the window. "What other family do you have?" Raven asked, looking out once more at the ocean. "No one. I had a brother but he...he passed on." Jackson ran his fingers through his hair. "I’m so sorry. My parents died some time ago. They had me later in life and so I was expecting it. I miss them but they made me accept that they’d be gone long before me and helped me be independent trying to get me ready for life." Raven reached over to touch his arm, offering him comfort, letting him know she’d dealt with the loss of a family member, a loved one, and she knew what he was going through to a certain extent. "It’s hard," he agreed.

"What about Harley? Does he have any family?" Jackson laughed. "What?" "Harley has a huge family. They no longer live in Clifford Arbor which is why you haven’t met them yet. They moved out several years ago. He has two sisters. Tina who now lives in America, she’s married with three kids. Catherine moved to the city to try and make it in her own design firm. Then he has three other brothers. John who lives in Australia with a wife and finally Daniel and David who live in the country with his parents. I think they're trying to set up their own farm. They're the twins of the family. Unexpected and the youngest of the bunch," Jackson informed her, laughing animatedly. He finished off laughing at a memory of the two youngest Banks brothers. "Wow. Sounds like an amazing family." "They really absorb you into the fold. I feel like a member of their family. You’ll probably meet them at Christmas. They come back up and decorate their old house." Raven was warmed by hearing about Harley and his huge family. It explained his openness. He always had someone around him. She smiled. "Have you ever been married?" Raven asked. She’d almost gotten married in Italy to an artist and a drunk, but came to her senses in enough time and fled back to England still wearing the white dress. "Once." The one word came out in a growl of disgust, Jackson’s fingers tightening around the steering wheel turning his knuckles white. His entire body went tense. "I take it marriage was not a good decision?" Raven asked tentatively. "The worst decision of my life." Raven waited uncomfortable with the heavy silence that fell between them before he continued. "Her name is Patricia. I went for a trip to Vegas, ended up blind drunk and married to the devil in human female form." Jackson stopped talking momentarily, watching the road. "I got back to England and discovered I’d married the woman who was going to destroy my life and end the life of my younger brother, Tyler."

Raven gasped in horror. His wife was responsible for the death of his brother? "Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Jackson. Is she in prison?" Was he still married to her? He laughed, a mocking sound piercing to Raven’s ears. "That’s the worst part, she was nowhere near him. She convinced him she was in love with him and I was hurting her someway. I wasn’t. Wouldn’t go near the bitch, but he thought I was. Anyway, I don’t know exactly what went on that night but I know he ended up blind drunk, drugged on anything he could get his hands on and drove himself round a tree." Raven could hear the blind anger. "Patricia appeared two days later, wanting money and not a care in the world that she’d somehow caused the death of the man who loved her. I divorced her on the grounds of adultery." Raven glanced around the town as they made their way into Clifford Arbor. It was still early and she could see the shop keepers opening doors. The coffee shop already had steam coming out the door. "I don’t know what is worst. The fact that my brother is gone and I don’t know what set him off, what made him drink, who gave him the drugs, or the fact that I don’t care because I know deep down inside it was all Patricia’s fault." Jackson pulled up outside of Beatrice’s book shop. Jackson stopped the car, slumping over the wheel as dejection hit him square in the gut. Raven unbuckled her seatbelt and moved as close to him as she could get. Taking hold of his face in her hands, she turned him to look at her. "Your brother is gone. No matter what you think it will always hurt regardless of the answer. Why risk your future happiness? If you knew the answer, would it help or just make you torment yourself more?" Raven kissed him on the lips, not caring who could see. Jackson needed the comfort she could offer and maybe that is why she ended up in Clifford Arbor. To offer this man some peace amid so much pain and heartache. "I’ll see you and Harley tonight." Raven kissed him one final time on the lips then s picked up her bag and opened her door. "I haven’t scared you with my past?"

Raven turned round and saw the wonder on his face. Leaning over she kissed him again, smiling as he responded. It felt like they’d been a couple for years rather than a few short hours. "It’ll take more than a crazy ex-wife to get rid of me. You and Harley have promised me something special and even though I’m doubtful of the time we’ve known each other, I’m willing to work it out." She got out of the car closing the door behind her. She leaned down by the open window. "Drive safely."

Chapter Five

Jackson watched Raven walk into work, her ass tempting him especially now that he knew the little witch didn’t even wear any panties. He shook his head, amazed at what he’d admitted to her. He said he wasn’t going to bring the subject of Patricia up, but in the heat of the moment, he didn’t want to hold anything back. He wanted Raven to feel comfortable around him. He started up the car and made his way to work, which he didn't really have to do but it kept his mind busy. Jackson’s family had managers to run their businesses and manage their wealth. But he needed to do something with his days besides sitting round, twiddling his thumbs. Working on a building site meant he didn’t need to go to the gym and that was great since he hated working out purposefully. Not that he had anything against people who worked out in a gym. He just couldn’t stand the whole organized bent of the machinery. He pulled next to Harley’s beat up truck, grabbed his helmet and protective gear, and made his way into work. All the men were sipping coffee waiting to start their day. Jackson searched the men finding Harley with Carl and Edward Jeffrey and Chase and Lawrence Spencer. Jackson made his way over, smiling and acknowledging people as he walked by them. Harley handed him a coffee. "So what is everyone discussing?" Jackson asked, taking a sip. "Emily is pregnant." Chase and Lawrence answered him simultaneously, both looking worried. "Congratulations." Jackson shook their hands, feeling incredibly happy for the loving threesome. The two men smiled but didn’t seem happy about her being pregnant. "What’s the matter?" "You’ve seen how small Emily is, can you imagine her bringing a full sized baby into this world. The doctor already said she is going to keep an eye on the size of the baby in case of any problems. Emily is ecstatic but I’m scared to death. What if something happens to her?" Chase sighed.

"It’ll work out," Harley tried to console. Chase and Lawrence nodded, moving away from the group, probably to phone Emily to make sure she was all right. "Those guys are total goners." Carl spoke first, bringing Jackson’s attention back to the two brothers. "You’ll meet a woman soon and you'll feel the same," Jackson assured him. "I hope so," Carl said. Edward just nodded. He was the quiet brother and only spoke when he felt like it or when he thought his input was necessary. Carl and Edward Jeffrey were the town’s bad boys and were no longer allowed anywhere near Raven. "Speaking of the women we want, how is the delectable Raven?" Carl turned his attention to Jackson, a smirk on his face. The man knew he was riling him but he did it anyway. The man obviously liked the look of a black eye. "Leave her out of this," Jackson warned, taking another sip of coffee, glancing toward Harley to see what he thought. Harley was laughing behind his cup. "But she’s so tempting. I think it's unfair you’ve laid claim to her without a proper battle of trying to win the girl’s affections," Carl teased. Jackson’s fist tightened round his cup. "Knock it off, Carl." Edward pulled his brother away. "Hey, Jackson, I’m just messing around. We’re cool." The younger man offered him his hand to shake. Jackson glanced from the hand to Carl's face then shook it. "How was Raven this morning?" Harley asked as the other men moved away. Jackson raised an eyebrow, knowing Harley was teasing him and waiting for details. The other man had obviously seen him enter Raven’s house. "You were right, watching her eat was the single sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time." Harley smiled. "I had to take her to work..." Jackson started. "Why?" Harley stepped closer to him.

"I made her cum," he whispered into the other man’s ear. Harley groaned but kept it quiet enough so only Jackson could hear. Jackson leaned in closer, enjoying the open intimacy of the moment they were sharing together. "She doesn’t wear any panties." Jackson knew it would drive Harley insane. Knowing he’d touched her pussy, felt her warm, moist core, and then having to sit next to her later at dinner while they talked about each other and got to know one another. Harley would have to sit through dinner knowing Raven was bare underneath her skirt and all he had to do was reach under the table to feel her. "I knew she was bare," Harley whispered back. Jackson could feel the strain Harley was under. The desire to say 'fuck it' to working today and go charm Raven instead was overwhelming. However, it would be good to leave her to think about tonight and what it would be like with two men to pleasure her body. No part of her body would be unattended. "Well hello, handsome." Harley and Jackson tensed at the same time and Jackson glanced down at his watch. She was early. Turning around, he saw the woman he hated with his whole heart. Patricia. No matter how much make up she wore or how many expensive outfits she sported, to the men in this town, this woman was trash. Jackson could see the men, defensive, arms folded, waiting to see what she did next. Chase and Lawrence came closer acting as support if or when Jackson might need it. The Jeffrey brothers were suddenly in his periphery vision as well. By the way they were standing he could tell they were on guard as well. Jackson felt blessed to be surrounded by his town's people and his closest friends. "What do you want, Patricia?" Jackson folded his arms across his chest. "Time to pay up, sugar." Patricia stood there, hands on hips, head cocked to the side, not a care in the world. She appeared to be completely oblivious to the hatred radiating from every single male present. Patricia being Patricia just assumed they couldn’t get enough of her.

Like every other time he saw her, Jackson stood looking at the woman he married and wondered what he saw in her because what he saw now repulsed him. "Why don’t you get the hell out of Clifford Arbor, Patricia? No one wants you here." Harley came to Jackson's defense, standing in front of him, trying to protect him. "Ah, the little friend comes out to play," she taunted him. Harley moved closer but Jackson stopped him with a hand on his arm, shaking his head. "She’s not worth it." Harley pulled out of Jackson’s grip, backing down. "Leave him out of this," Jackson told her, moving forward out of ear shot of everyone else. "He started it. Where’s my money?" He grabbed her by the arm and led her away. "Where is my money?" In privacy of the car park near his truck, Jackson let her go, rubbing his hand on his jeans trying to get rid of the feel of her, the smell of the perfume she was wearing leaving him feeling sick. "I want the pictures." "So. I want my money. Pay up." She held her hand out waiting for him to hand over the cash. Why did he ever give in to her demands? He should have told her to take a hike when she came back for more. "I want the pictures." "I’ve told you sweetie, no pictures. I want money and I like this way of getting it so give me my money or else." Patricia raised an eye brow before glancing down at her manicured hands. Looking at her, seeing who she really was after having Raven in his arms, Jackson didn’t have a clue what happened but something lifted. Something phenomenal changed within him in that moment. Epiphany, perhaps? He didn’t know but all of a sudden he felt a shift in power. For five years this woman had been making him suffer over photographs he’d never seen but she’d always threatened.

Tyler was dead and gone. No one disrespected the dead and he wasn’t going to allow her to do it any longer. The town’s folk wouldn’t care what Tyler was like moments before his death. They would remember him for the love they all felt for the young boy he’d been and the respectable man he’d grown into. Jackson stepped closer feeling more secure, happy and determined than he’d felt in over five years. He was done with her. Patricia was finished in this town. "Get out." His voice was calm but firm. He stood before her, invading her space. For years she would step into his zone and push him around. He was done being a lap dog. "I’ll be gone once I have my money." She tried to take over but it was too late. Jackson could see how his presence affected her. She was uncomfortable. He shouldn’t have felt such joy making a woman uncomfortable but Patricia had passed the usual rules that pertained to how to treat a woman. "Get out of Clifford Arbor. You’re done here," he said, glaring down at her. "I guess Tyler will be remembered a little differently." Jackson smirked. The usual threat meant nothing. He leaned down to her ear. "You see those men over there? The men watching you with utter loathing? They’re the people of Clifford Arbor and we look after our own. Release the pictures. Let everyone see Tyler at his worst because every person will only see what drove him to the drugs, the sex. It all points to you. After that you won't last a minute in this town. Now get out the hell out of my town," Jackson growled at her, moving away and towards his friends. "T-there is one, of you and Harley," she shouted to him. He could hear the desperation and it did nothing for him. He chuckled. "Show everyone." Man, for five years this woman had controlled him and now he was free. "What about your little fat girl?" Jackson stopped. He turned slowly.

"You want her to see. I could make her life a misery. Give me my money and I’ll leave her alone." Jackson advanced on her with the intent to cause pain. He trapped her between his body and the car. "You touch her, you go anywhere near her and you’re finished. Think about the problems I could cause you, Patricia. You’ve never seen what I could do. Leave before you find out." He left her then, embracing the beauty of the future and smiled. He was free.

Chapter Six

Nighttime had fallen but the heat was still very much in the air. Raven stood outside the book store helping Beatrice lock up. Today had been busy leaving her no time to think about the morning with Jackson. Now however, she was anticipating her night with two sexy bachelors who wanted her to be part of their life. "Right, I’ll see you tomorrow, Raven," Beatrice said, moving away from the door. "You will, bright and early," Raven called. "What do you younger people have planned for tonight anyway?" Beatrice asked. "I’m having dinner with Harley and Jackson." Raven beamed at the older woman. "Well, I’ll stay with you until they get here." "No need, Beatrice. You get home and rest. They’ll be along shortly." Raven appreciated the offer of company but knew the other woman would fare better with a good night's rest. "You’re a good girl." Beatrice patted her hand before moving off out into the distance. Raven stood on her own waiting for the two men and wondered what was taking them so long. She was so busy waiting for the two new men in her life she didn’t notice the blond woman approach her until she was backed up to the book store window and the other woman’s hand was wrapped around her throat, pressing down, pushing her nails into the delicate skin of Raven's neck. Raven panicked. Not knowing what was going on, she tried to scream but no sound escaped. "You tell that bastard of yours I want my money." Patricia released her hold. Raven sucked air into her mouth. "Who the hell are you?" Raven cupped her throat, protecting herself from those deadly claws. "Patricia."

The ex-wife of Jackson. Raven glanced away trying to get her bearings when Harley and Jackson ran up, coming to her rescue. She was moved even if they were a little late. "That bitch. We’re so sorry, Raven. We didn’t know she would come after you." Harley took her in his arms while Jackson ran down the street. "We won’t leave you alone again," he promised, examining her throat. Jackson came back heaving. "She must have jumped in a car. She’s nowhere in sight." Jackson knelt down beside Harley looking at Raven’s minor wounds. "I’m so sorry, baby." He brushed over the wounds and Raven could see how upset he was. "That was her, wasn’t it? Your ex-wife?" He nodded, looking into her eyes. "Do you want to go home?" he asked. Raven could see he was worried the incident left her no longer wanting to have anything to do with them and her heart went out to him. He’d lived his life with this woman constantly taking something from him. His time, his brother, his money, and now her. She wouldn’t allow such a spiteful woman to ruin a possible future for her and these two men. She shook her head. "I promised you tomorrow and you’ve promised me tonight. These will disappear in a few minutes. I can take care of myself. She just took me by surprise. She won’t get that chance again." No way would Raven allow that woman to get the drop on her again. Jackson disagreed. "You shouldn’t have to deal with her, Raven. Maybe we should just leave…" "And you have to pay her more money? More pain and suffering? When will it end Jackson? When you’re old and living your life alone with nothing but regret? Regret that you didn’t stop her?" Raven moved away facing the two men, her hands placed firmly on her hips. "You can’t keep letting her get the better of you. Don’t give in. I’m a big girl. So let’s go and get some dinner. I’m hungry." Raven moved with intent, kissing Jackson on the cheek and then Harley. Moments later they were seated in a restaurant nearby.

"Congratulations on the bump," Harley offered the young waitress they referred to as Emily. She smiled, patting her stomach. "Tell that to the other two." "They’re just worried about you. And they should be," Harley pointed out. Raven watched the other woman blush. Emily smiled at Raven. "Are you here to tame these two?" Laughing, Raven said, "I’ll do my best." "We all live in hope for when these two will be settled with their tails between their legs." Taking up the menu, Raven glanced briefly before deciding on a steak. "She’ll give those two the run around," Harley commented over his menu. Jackson smiled. "They deserve it, though." Raven glanced from one man to the other. "What are we talking about?" She placed her menu down on the table. "Emily is pregnant with Chase and Lawrence’s child," Jackson spoke up, watching her. Raven didn’t know what to do or where to look as her eyes fell on the young waitress. "But that's two men?" she questioned. Jackson and Harley laughed at her obvious innocence. "They’re in a relationship together. It doesn’t matter, they both gave to the child in some way. It’s just another way of living, Raven," Jackson told her. "And the town accepts this?" "Why do you think we keep our own safe? Do you really think they’re the only ones?" Harley teased, purposefully laying out the ammunition for her to wonder about. "It’s what we want with you." Jackson reached across the table to take her hand in his. He turned it over looking at her palm. "I’m so sorry about Patricia," he told her, stroking her inner wrist, her pulse beat racing faster at his touch. He smiled. "I understand why you divorced her." "It would take more than a scary woman like Patricia to put you off two hot studs like us, right, Raven?" Harley joked, listening to their conversation. Raven chuckled, "Right, but I have to say there isn’t much going on with you at the moment," she challenged both men.

"You didn’t seem to mind earlier. In fact, if my memory serves me correctly, you couldn’t get enough of me." Jackson raised an eyebrow, watching her reaction. Raven blushed. "That’s not fair. I only got to kiss her. She has such a sexy mouth," Harley pouted. "I could imagine sinking my cock between those luscious lips," Jackson said. "Do you think she swallows?" Harley questioned. Raven’s face grew hotter as the banter between the two men intensified. They were talking about some naughty stuff right in front of her. "Would you guys stop?" She lifted up her glass of water, taking a generous gulp. Anything to cool her body down. The restaurant had air conditioning but it was doing nothing to combat the way they were talking. "What? Only speaking the truth," Harley chuckled, taking a slow sip of his own drink, his eyes drinking her in as his lips devoured the water. Everything about him teased her. She struggled to avert her gaze. They enthralled her with their presence. "This isn’t supposed to be like this?" she told them. "What? Us telling you what we imagine? What we want?" Jackson still held her hand. "How long have you two been a couple?" Raven asked them. "Who said we’re a couple?" Harley teased. Jackson shook his head. "Okay, so that is a no go area?" Raven asked. They both nodded their heads. "Where is the excitement of tomorrow night if we tell you? It will be one hell of a surprise," Harley teased. "Tell me about the two of you." Raven’s eyes moved from Jackson to Harley and then back again. **** Hell yes, she was begging for them.

Jackson's cock twitched against the palm cupping and squeezing him under the table. He turned to Harley and saw him smiling at him but with a warning in his eyes to ease up. He had no intention of blowing all over himself underneath the table. It was rude and ungentlemanly. Harley gave him a butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth expression. It would seem he was getting him back for making her cum this morning. Jackson didn’t mind the torture he was now in, it was minuscule to what he’d dish out to Harley, if it had been the other way around. "We both build," Jackson gritted out, feeling the blood building in his pants. "We love working with our hands," Harley answered innocently as a cheer went round the room as the town congratulated Chase and Lawrence who’d just walked into the restaurant to wait for their woman to finish her shift. Harley unzipped Jackson’s jeans and pulled out his dick. Jackson glared but he couldn’t do anything. To do something would alert Raven that something was going on underneath the table and he rather liked the idea of keeping her in suspense as to whether they really were a couple. "They are just the cutest…couple?" Raven looked over at Emily who was being hugged and kissed from all angles by Chase and Lawrence as they took the serving trays from her and paraded her around the room talking with all the guests. "You can tell they’re worried about her." Raven spoke more to herself than the two men present at the table. "She’s a small woman," Jackson acknowledged, attempting to move away from Harley’s prying hand with no such luck as the bastard was moving closer to him. "She’ll deal with it." Raven looked over at them wistfully. "Never felt that close with anyone?" Jackson asked. It would seem tonight he’d have to deal with all the questions. Harley seemed intent on pissing him off and jacking him off. "Not yet. There was one guy but he turned out to be a complete and total loser. He still had a wife, which he told me he was on the verge of leaving. Turned out besides great sex, I felt nothing for him." He loved the way she spoke, her head tilted to the side more interested in watching his friends than watching the two of them. His aching shaft forgotten, he leaned over and took her other hand forcing her to look at him.

"What’s the matter, angel?" He wondered if the shock from Patricia’s attack had finally caught up with her. "If you’re going to play with his cock couldn’t you at least have waited until I was gone or let me join in?" Her eyes shined as Jackson jolted in his seat and Harley actually let go of him. "How did you know?" "I’m twenty-eight years old. You think I haven’t played with my boyfriend’s cock when other people are present? Please. It was easy to spot." She chuckled. Shocking both of them, she leaned under the table, lifted the table cloth and had a good look at the cock on display. "Oh, you’re big, Jackson." She came back up giggling as they both stared at her with their mouths open. "It’s a little unfair when you keep yourself away from prying eyes, Harley." She pouted at him, showing her disappointment. Jackson thought it was incredibly cute. He imagined sucking in that little pout, biting down with his teeth. "Well if you wanted to look darling, all you had to do was ask." Harley moved his hands underneath the table, the zipper heard this time and the shuffling prominent. Seconds later he challenged her. "Want to have a look?" He asked, his arms open in surrender. She smiled and right then she dove under the cloth and took another good look at him. Jackson glanced at Harley quickly. Harley winked at him. He tried to contain a chuckle but a small one escaped, bringing her back up from looking at them. "Well it’s easy for me." She gestured for them to look under the table. They both moved at the same time causing her to laugh as their heads collided. Harley nodded at him and Jackson looked first, not sure whether to be a gentleman and wait. Even though his fingers had been buried inside her this morning, he hadn’t seen what she’d looked like and now was his chance. She was glistening and wet and he could smell the combined scent of all three of them and his mouth watered. They would make an amazing feast. He came up for air and saw the twinkle in her eye as she watched him. Harley came up a few minutes later. They wore the same expressions upon their faces, strained and disappointed that they would have to wait until tomorrow.

"Do you approve?" She shrugged her shoulders sending a teasing tone across the table. She damn well knew they approved. He wanted to get his tongue inside her cunt and lick all of her juice. Her hand disappeared beneath the table cloth then coming back up, she offered her fingers to them. "Who wants the first taste?" Jackson could have cum, his cock leaking copious amounts of his semen but he didn’t care. This woman was a dream come true. He took the offered fingers and sucked her clean, tasting her sweet, musky fragrance, delicate and uniquely her. He moaned around her fingers, sucking her to the back of his throat. Her hand disappeared once again underneath the table before coming back up to offer Harley a taste of her delectable juice. The other man did the same as Jackson, taking her into his mouth and sucking her cream with pleasure. Harley and Jackson couldn’t help staring at her as if she was a goddess sent only for them. "I don’t think I need to ask you if you like the taste of me," she teased, chuckling as both men stared at her with nakedly open animal lust. "What about my taste?" Her pout returned. Jackson would gladly give her anything her heart desired. He ran his thumb along his leaking slit, coating the tip of his thumb, then offered it to her and groaned when her small red tongue peeked out and lapped him up. Harley was next, presenting her with his cum coated thumb, her little tongue tempting them both. "You both taste amazing." Raven sat back staring at them, smiling. "Just a little taste to keep you boys going until tomorrow." She lifted a bread stick from the basket, looking smug and delighted with herself. They ordered their meal and talked about future plans and they all discovered they wanted a house full of children. They learned about each other’s family and how Harley’s made up for the lack of Jackson’s and Raven’s. As the night wore on, the incident with Patricia was almost forgotten. Just an insignificant act of a mad and jealous woman who’d finally lost the power to matter.

The trust gradually built and the fiery undercurrent of explosive desire simmered. The beginning of a deep, time consuming love began that night. Perfect and beautiful. Harley and Jackson had found the one woman to complete their lives. To one to be the bridge each man needed.

Chapter Seven

Friday morning found Raven quite nervous. She was thankful she’d be working a few extra hours at the bookstore tonight. After last night she needed a little distance. She wanted to be clear headed later. She had to be. This was the rest of her life she was dealing with. Distracted, she kept thinking about the little red number she’d bought for the occasion. The dress enhanced her assets and accentuated her large breasts, small waist and generous hips. For the first time she was pleased with the generous curves she’d been graced with. She’d need all the extra calories she could find if the rumors she’d heard about her sexy two men were true. In fact, she was almost positive after last night all the rumors were true. A little chuckle escaped Raven’s lips at the naughty possibilities. The ringing of the bell made her look up as Carl and Edward walked into the shop. She quickly moved behind her desk, keeping the desk between them. These two brothers were sexy as sin but they just didn’t do it for her. "Hello gorgeous." Carl smiled at her. His gaze traveled from her face to her breasts and back again. "Carl," she answered. "What can I get you?" She tapped her finger on the counter hoping Beatrice would be back soon. "A hot, sexy woman." Raven chuckled. "I’m afraid I don’t have one of those. Marty’s down the street would be the perfect place to look though." She tossed out the name of the local bar where everyone went to get down and dirty. "But you’re not there." He reached over to stroke her hand. She pulled away, not wanting to be touched. "I’m sorry guys but you’re gonna have to look elsewhere. I’m taken."

"We’d been warned against you but we wanted to make sure for ourselves," Carl said sighing. "Warned?" "Yeah. Told to stay away from you or he would rid me of my favorite body part and baby, you're hot and all but I love that part." "Who?" "Jackson Cole." Raven shouldn’t be happy about the stake of claim Jackson made but she couldn’t stop the beating of her heart and the happiness at knowing the two men cared for her so much. The dominance of marking their territory should've really pissed her off but she could feel herself glowing inside. To be owned sent delicious shivers up her spine. "Just from your smile I know it’s true." Carl smiled at her while Edward seemed relieved. "I’m Jackson and Harley’s woman. I’m sure you’ll find a woman to meet your needs soon. Two gorgeous men like yourselves won’t be lonely for long," she told them, beaming at speaking up to owning her two men. "I sure hope so. Till next time." Carl nodded and left. Once Raven got home, she took a quick shower and spent the next two hours preparing herself to go next door. She loved the deep sultry, slut red dress she’d bought with only a strap round the neck. Undo that strap and the dress would fall from her body in a hypnotic haze. Yes, she’d prepared for everything, even the ease of undressing. No bra. She didn’t want the tight confines of the lace. She wanted her breasts falling free, making it easier to see the outline of her nipples. Tonight was all about enjoyment and tantalizing her prey. They made her feel cherished and she’d reward them for it. She left her dark curls wild. No matter what she did with them they’d just work loose and tumble free anyway. She decided she’d go with the sexy approach. For make-up she wore red lipstick. Black stiletto shoes completed the ensemble and she was good to go. Raven glanced at the mirror then she was out the door at seven and knocking on their door.

**** Harley and Jackson waited in the kitchen, Harley wearing a naked woman apron and Jackson sitting at the counter drinking ice cold beer. Both were watching the clock. Waiting. Jackson checked the watch on his wrist to make sure he had the right time. "She’ll be here. Have a little faith." Harley flipped the steaks on the grill. "I know," Jackson said. He was nervous. They hadn’t spoken since being in the restaurant together. After talking and getting to know each other a little better he discovered he really wanted her to like him. Really like him. Five minutes later Jackson jumped out of his seat running down the hall leaving a chuckling Harley behind. He opened the door and there before him was a sexy temptress in red with fuckme stilettos on her feet. He visibly gulped. Man, she was a package and soon she’d be all his and Harley’s. If last night had been the first course then tonight would be dinner and desert. Anticipation. "I take it you like the dress?" Raven twirled giving him a tempting view of her rounded ass. His eyes were drawn to the natural sway of her breasts, the light summer chill showing her hardened nipples to perfection. "You look amazing." His mouth watered at the thought of getting those plump nipples in his mouth. "Thanks. You gonna let me in?" He leaned his weight against the door opening it wide enough so she could enter but holding it closed enough she’d have to touch him as she moved past. Her floral scent teased his nostrils. God, everything about this woman sent his cock sky rocketing. Right now she was the picture of sex, of fucking, but she still managed to have an aura of vulnerability about her. The entire package was intoxicating. "Something smells good," she said. "That would be Harley." She raised an eyebrow. Jackson finally realized how what he said sounded. "I mean Harley is cooking steak. Hope you like meat."

"I love a nice piece of meat." Raven smirked. Jackson groaned out loud. "You smell good, too." She pressed her hands to his large chest and his muscles rippled at her touch. She smiled, leaning in to take a small sniff, nuzzling his chest through his shirt as she did. He swore. His hands fisted as he tried with all of his might not to touch her. "Put your hands on me," she begged. "If I start touching you, I won’t be able to stop." "Do you promise?" "You’re making this hard, Raven," he warned. She looked down to the front of his pants. "I hope so." He growled. Holding onto her arm, he escorted her down the hall to the kitchen where Harley stood waiting. Jackson knew he’d been watching the two of them in the hallway and looking at the bulge in his pants, he’d enjoyed every second of the show. "Raven, you look sexy as sin." He didn’t bother to cover up his desire. "You look hot as well." Raven moved passed Jackson to stand between both men. The air filled with tension, the humming of the cooker the only sound filling the room. Raven looked from one man to the other. Harley and Jackson looked at each other and then at Raven. All of them mirrored desire for each other. "You both want me?" Raven broke the silence. "That’s right, baby. We wouldn’t lie to you," Harley confirmed. He stayed in his place not moving, just waiting. "What about you?" She turned her attention to Jackson, who’d moved closer. Her eyes widened but she didn’t move away. "I want you," he agreed. She let out a sigh. "Has Harley told you how we want you?" Jackson asked. "No. We didn’t get that far." "Jackson, what are you doing?" Harley asked him.

"She needs to know the truth." "Not right now." "I’m not made of stone. Besides Jackson, why didn’t you tell me when you had your fingers in my pussy?" Raven turned, facing Jackson straight on. "What do you have to tell me?" Jackson moved closer and he loved how she refused to move away. This woman was strong. Determined. She was perfect for them. "We both want to fuck you." A good start. "I know. We all figured that out last night," Raven laughed. "We want to share you. Both of us. At the same time," Jackson continued as if she hadn’t spoken. She didn’t bat an eyelash. "Fuck your tight pussy while you suck one of us off until we spurt inside your body," Jackson was adamant she would understand. Raven licked her lips seductively. "What about both of us together?" Jackson asked while Harley stayed silent. "Together?" she squeaked "Yeah. Harley and me, fucking each other right in front of you?" Jackson tested the waters and waited, her eyes dilating further. "How?" "How would I fuck him?" "How would you be together?" Her voice husky. "The usual way. With us sucking each other off and fucking each other’s ass. Will you watch? Is that going to be a problem?" Folding his arms over his chest, Jackson’s entire posture and attitude screamed he was set to take the defensive. **** Did she really have an issue with these two men being lovers? No. She’d been fantasizing about it ever since they taunted and teased her. Now she had her answer and she loved it. Not that it was hard to figure out.

Raven could see both men waiting for her. Tension filled the room. Both of these men wanted her. Harley was the lighter of the two, blond short hair, light blue eyes, like looking into the ocean. Jackson was dark, dominating. You could see his desire, his want to be in control. Both men were well muscled, gorgeous in their own way but the stronger one was Jackson, his quiet reassurance and everything else about him screaming control. She shivered at the images conjured up from the promise in his eyes. Naked bodies sweating, moans of pure ecstasy filling the air. She knew he'd take care of her exquisitely, use her body for his own pleasure, ultimately bringing her pleasure but filling his own needs as well. "It's no problem. I want both of you." Jackson and Harley came at her from both directions. Raven had no clue where to turn, who to watch. The air thickened with arousal as they stood touching her, dwarfing her small body. For the first time in her life she felt utterly small. Vulnerable even. "Eager are we?" She teased. "You’ve no clue how long we’ve waited for you." Harley got out first. Jackson didn’t seem to have the mind to talk. She couldn’t argue with the need coursing through her body taking over every ability. "Well, Jackson?" She raised an eyebrow leaning back into Harley to see how the other man reacted. His nose flared and a red hue came over him. He wanted to see her fucking his friend. She got all the confirmation she needed when he finally spoke. "I want to watch you fuck him," Jackson ordered. "After," she agreed. She wanted to be with both men their first time, not just the one. Lifting her hand to the clip of her dress, Raven unhooked herself and allowed the slight red dress to fall from her fulsome curves leaving her in nothing. Animalistic sounds invaded her ears sending delicious sensations hurtling through her body. "Touch me," she asked. At once their hands came at her body, touching her shoulders and breasts. She groaned, arching her back pressing her breasts into each of their hands. "More," Raven moaned, glancing

down, watching two different sets of hands touch her wanton body. Jackson covered her entire tit, circling the nipple, making it peek out while Harley pressed his thumb and finger together squeezing her nipple hard to the point of pain. She gasped but instead of being turned off by the sensation, she craved more. Raven pressed a palm to both men’s chests, pushing them away slightly. Turning first to Harley, she pressed her lips to his, taking the kiss she craved. Her hand reached out behind her finding Jackson. She took hold of his hand, forming a connection with him and with Harley and brought Jackson’s hand to curl around her stomach just above her patch of curls covered by the sexy thong she wore. Jackson took over, his lips coming to her neck, nibbling at her sensitive area which drove her crazy with his light stubble. Her mouth opened on a moan of pleasure as Harley delved in, working his tongue along her lips, thrusting into her mouth. He joined the other man at the other side of her neck, both men using her sensitive area to bring her so close to climax but refusing her the peak she craved. Her head fell back, her body going limp as Jackson held on, keeping her steady with one hand on her stomach. The man was indeed strong. Harley trailed a path with his tongue over her sensitive skin, down across her collar bone till he came to the curve of her breast. His teeth bit down on her nipple and Raven screamed. Jackson offered her other tit up to Harley as if he owned her body, presenting it like a ripe peach seeking inspection. Raven had the hard heat from both men pressing into her front and from behind. There was no time to think, she could only act. Turning around abruptly, her nipple still in the tight confines of Harley’s mouth, she winced in pain and he let go. "Be careful, baby," Harley crooned in her ear. She was far more interested in kissing the other man than hearing Harley apologize. Desire had already replaced the slight pain caused from her hurried movement. "I’ve not kissed you tonight," she complained to Jackson, her lips pouting. "Let’s change that then." His arms moved around her waist as he slapped her naked body to his still clothed one. He didn’t give her a kiss, he took one, bruising her lips in the process. Her lips were his to control. He didn’t ask permission. Jackson took what he wanted. Giddy with excitement, Raven

curled her arms around his neck pressing herself closer to him. Harley removed his shirt and pressed against her back. "You smell amazing," Harley whispered near her ear as his hands roamed everywhere, her ass, her neck and her breasts. Rubbing, caressing, soothing. His touch burned her body the way Jackson’s kiss burned her up inside. Everything Jackson was doing was driving her wild, each new touch bringing a new sensation. Jackson eased her away from him and tore off his shirt. Raven turned her attention to Harley, reaching out for his zipper, releasing his tight cock from the confines of the jeans. He sprang forth. She turned and did the same to Jackson. She needed to feel the power of these men within her hands more than she needed her next breath. To physically feel the desire and to know without a shadow of a doubt these men lusted for her. They wanted her. Raven. She became the bridge between the two men, Harley stroking the naked folds between her legs and Jackson paying attention to her aching breasts. "We have to take this to the bedroom." Jackson pulled himself away from Raven. Harley moaned in protest but his lips came off her breast and his soaking finger slid slippery from her folds leaving a trail of moisture coating the skin of her thighs. Raven had no idea how he could think, she couldn’t even string together a single thought. She removed her hands from Harley’s thick locks of hair and curled her arms around Jackson’s thick neck. "How strong are you?" she asked, whispering into his ear, purposefully brushing the fine hairs at his nape. "Very." "Good." She smiled, tensing as she jumped, wrapping her legs around his naked torso so her naked pussy pressed against his bare belly. "I’m getting you wet." She licked his neck, biting down and suckling his flesh into her mouth, the need to mark him strong within her. "Get the door," Jackson growled at Harley. Raven giggled, holding on tight as he began moving quickly, his intentions clear, the air cold on her naked backside. She bounced in his arms as he ran up the stairs and she clung to him

watching Harley follow up behind them. She could live like this. With one man always available to love and be near. Within moments she was dumped on the bed as both men disposed with the last of their clothing. Their hard cocks jutting out, one on either side of her pointing at her, each wanting her attention. Raven reached out to each man feeling the hard softness surround her. Raven looked at Jackson’s, his purple mushroom head oozing his precious pre-cum onto her hand, lubricating both her hand and his dick. He was lovely and long and slightly thicker than Harley. His cock kicked out at her. Jackson brought his hand to cover her, tightening her fist around him, showing her what he liked and how he liked it. He wanted a firm grip, fast paced with her swirling her hand around the head. Jackson moved his hips with the rhythm of her hand, the tendons in his neck standing out. Harley pulled on her hand bringing her attention to him. He was thinner in width than Jackson but slightly longer. Pulling his foreskin back, Raven curled her finger around the slit, coating her nail with his essence. Raven brought her finger to her lips and sucked, tasting him. There wasn’t enough of him on her finger to get a proper taste so leaving Jackson, she knelt before Harley on all fours, her ass poking in the air, her legs wide. Harley’s eyes smoldered, filled with desire. Raven took him into her mouth and thrust her pelvis out so Jackson could have a clear shot of her soaking wet pussy. She swirled her tongue round Harley’s tip catching his creamy fluid on her tongue as it came out, salty and sweet, all male. Raven thrust him to the back of her throat, swallowing him down. "Fuck, she’s lovely and pink," Jackson complimented. Raven jumped when a cool finger ran from her swollen clit past her entrance and back until he reached her ass adding some pressure on her forbidden channel. She gasped loving the illicit feel of Jackson playing with her ass. Jackson was teasing her with the taste of the forbidden. Completely mindless, she took Harley deeper into her mouth. She wanted this. She wanted two men to fuck her brains out. "Shit." Harley fisted her hair, pushing her head off him and then pulling her back onto his swollen prick. He held her head steady in his tight grip. He controlled the movements with his hips, thrusting into her mouth. He decided how deep or how shallow he filled her mouth.

Abruptly he pulled out. "Lick it," he demanded as he presented her with his swollen cock. One hand still held her head in a firm grip while the other held his huge, throbbing member. He brushed his cock head along her lips giving her a light coat of his leaking passion. Raven moaned, her tongue peeking out, licking her lips and the tip of his pulsing cock. Never before had a man tasted so delicious. She never wanted to suck a man dry before but she would gladly do that to Harley taking everything he offered her and more. **** Jackson watched, his finger pressed against Raven’s ass. Not moving, just watching the show. His lover and their woman. Her eyes remained open and focused on Harley. He knew Harley could see him watching. They’d been together so long it was hard not to be attuned to each other’s wants and lusts. "Suck his cock, baby," he encouraged. His large hand came to rest on her hip, feeling her voluptuous curve in his hand. Not being able to stop himself given she had such a tempting pale ass. Jackson brought his hand down, slapping her ass cheek, marking Raven with his hand, the red print appearing quickly against such pale flesh. She yelped, careening back. He grabbed her as she turned bringing her flush to his chest, her bare breasts bouncing with the movement. "What are you doing?" Her voice was husky and a warm flush overtook her cheeks. "Marking you. Don’t you like the bite of pain? Feel it in your pussy?" His finger caressed her clit, stroking her, feeling her wetness surround his hand. Juicy and warm. "Bend over." Raven looked at him nervously. "Trust me." Jackson pressed on her back, keeping her in position, while Harley waited, dick in hand. Her body tensed as she took Harley back into her mouth then she relaxed again her legs opening wider, thrusting her pelvis out teasing Jackson with her femininity on display. Jackson’s hand cupped her neck, kneading the tight muscles, stroking her, delicately driving her crazy with his touch. His hands traveled down the curve of her back, feeling her womanly curves, memorizing them. He settled on her hips, testing her, tightening his grip and thrusting her back against him. She moaned as her backside connected with his body. One of his hands left her body.

Smack. **** Rave, felt the jolt all the way through her pussy exactly like Jackson said she would and her stomach muscles clenched. Harley grasped a handful of her hair to keep her from moving off his dick. A series of light taps landed on each of her ass cheeks. One landed directly on her pussy and she cried out, loving the burning pain the touch created. Cream was dripping from her pussy, soaking her thighs. Her ass blazed and she’d bet money it was shining red from his touch. His hand moved over the red soreness, soothing. "Let me grab a condom," Jackson said. Jackson was going to fuck her. She heard the rip of the foil packet. It was the most erotic sound in the world. "I want to feel your pussy round my cock." She couldn’t see but she heard the sound of the latex going over his hardened shaft. "How’s her mouth?" Raven heard him ask Harley, including him in the moment. "This girl can suck. I can’t wait to blow down her throat," Harley moaned in ecstasy. Her pussy tensed at his words, striking all sorts of dangerously seductive images. "You ready for this, baby?" Jackson smacked her ass, moving her for the best angle to accommodate his height. The tip of Jackson’s covered cock ran along her slick coated clit. Harley allowed her to pull away long enough for her to beg. "Yes, please." He pressed the flared head to her entrance stretching her beautifully. "Shit, she’s tight," Jackson hissed. Slowly he eased all the way inside, pulling her back onto him as he moved into her body until he sat at the hilt and the curve of her ass sat snugly in his pelvis. She was full and stretched and incredibly tight. "That’s it, baby. Feel me inside." Jackson caressed her back, trailing his fingers along her hips.

**** Raven’s pussy clenched around Jackson’s cock. He knew he was big and he’d stretched her to the limit. She was struggling with that bite of pain so close to pleasure it was driving her insane. He watched her working Harley, her eyes closed, her head bobbing to the thrust of the other man’s hips. The tendons stood out on his neck and his hands fisted. Jackson could see Harley was so close to losing it with this woman between them. Raven was so fucking beautiful. He could see the same feelings in Harley’s eyes. The desire to keep this woman as their own was strong. To own her and to show her in this one magical night how fantastic life with them could be. Jackson wanted, and he could see Harley wanted as well, to make it so Raven never, ever wanted to leave them. Harley couldn’t take much more. The poor guy was hanging on by a thread. Jackson held her hips in his big meaty hands and pulled all the way out then slammed full force inside her. Raven pulled off Harley and screamed, the sound echoing round the four walls of the bedroom. Harley shoved her back on his cock, oblivious to anything but spurting his seed into her mouth. Jackson thrust all of his power into her body. She screamed again but Harley wouldn’t allow her to move. She squealed around his cock. Jackson slammed into her over and over again watching the ease with which he slid into her channel, pounding into her relentlessly. "Oh fuck I’m close, Jackson." Harley fisted her hair tighter, thrusting harder between her lips. "Cum down her throat," ordered Jackson. Harley growled as he thrust into her one final time and Jackson watched her throat work, swallowing every single drop of Harley’s salty essence. Harley pulled away exhausted. Jackson took over pulling all of her luscious black hair around his fist. He moved deeply within her body, using all of his weight to pound her, control her. With every push and thrust Raven was gasping, moaning, screaming for help. "Flick her clit," he told Harley.

They needed to bring her off quickly as Jackson didn’t think he could last much longer. Feeling how tight and snug her pussy was, he wanted to stay buried in her forever. What man wouldn’t? Harley flicked her swollen clit...once...twice...three times and she came, screaming. Jackson finally let go and thrust violently into her, sending all of his seed into the condom. A shame really. He wished his seed was leaking into her instead. They all collapsed in a heap together on the bed, panting.

Chapter Eight

Jackson pulled her back to his chest while Harley held her from the front. "That was amazing," Raven breathed. "There’s more where that came from." Harley stroked her pussy. She gasped, stopping his hand. "I’m a little sore," she admitted, even though her body was stirring, getting ready for more action. "Anytime you want us, baby." Jackson lovingly stroked her hair. "A girl could get use to this." Raven snuggled between the two men, gaining comfort from their combined warmth. "You can have this anytime you want." Jackson took her face between his thumb and finger, looking into her eyes. "I bet you say that to all the girls," Raven laughed, the sound jerky and nervous to her own ears. "No. No other woman has ever been between me and Harley. Yes, we’ve had women, I won’t lie to you, but no woman has ever made us feel the way you do." "What are you saying?" "We want you to be ours," interrupted Harley. Honestly, Raven couldn’t imagine life without these two men. She didn’t want life without these two. Was it possible to fall in love in one week? Not just with one man but with two men? "I want to watch." "Watch what, baby?" Jackson caressed her breasts, tweaking a nipple. "I want to watch you two fuck." Raven could see the men tense, one either side of her. They looked at each other intently, obviously unsure how to proceed. "I want to watch you two together. If we’re to make this official, don’t you think I have to see you together as a couple," she begged. "I don’t know, baby," Harley said, stroking her hair, needing to touch her.

"Some women don’t want to know about that side of a three-way relationship." Jackson cupped her chin, turning her head to look at him. His gaze penetrated her as he stared at her intently. "I’m not just any woman, Jackson. I want to see you two loving each other, together. How are we supposed to be in a relationship? I don’t want you doing it behind my back like a shameful secret. Let me watch you. Please." Raven affectionately stroked his cheek then turned to Harley and brushed her lips across his. "Show me." She brought the men’s lips together holding them in place as she moved up the bed until her back hit the headboard. Getting comfortable, she waited. Their lips stayed in the same place for a few minutes almost as if they waited to see if she’d change her mind. But Raven settled in. She wasn’t going anywhere. Feeling light headed and a little over excited to see her two men in action, she knew they would become a triad. Jackson moved first bringing his hand up to hold Harley in place, tilting the man’s head to the side. He took charge. It was what he was good at. Taking charge, demanding. "Kiss me," he ordered. Raven couldn’t help but gasp the order was so unexpected. She watched as Harley obeyed bringing his hands up to grab the other man firmly. The kiss went from an order to fiery molten passion. Their lips locked in an amazing brutal torture of the soul. Just by watching she could feel her own body responding to the power they were wielding. She couldn’t breathe. Harley broke away from the kiss to leave a wet trail along Jackson’s collarbone, the path leading to his nipples blushing red from her attack earlier. Harley covered those marks making new ones of his own. He swirled the tip with his tongue biting down. Jackson growled, the sound echoing round the walls of the bedroom shooting at her from all angles. His hand firmly in Harley’s hair moving his head further down his body, Raven held her breath wondering if they would continue. Would she like it? Her body already hummed, going into overdrive. Harley’s lips circled the bulbous tip of Jackson’s cock. Harley moaned, coming up staring at Raven, a wicked gleam in his eye. "He tastes like you."

She groaned wanting to taste both men, to feel the hard smoothness of each man stroking across her tongue, across her lips. Harley continued to stroke Jackson, his tongue bathing him. Jackson’s eyes stared into Raven’s, daring her to stop him. "You want me." She couldn’t deny him. "Yes." "You’re going to watch and then you can join in." She knew he wanted to control, to dominate. She nodded, tearing her eyes away from Jackson to enjoy the show of her two men playing out in front of her. Jackson held Harley’s head, stopping him from moving. Jackson moved off the bed making Harley move with him, his cock still lodged deep in his mouth. Moving to the edge of the bed, they got comfortable then Jackson pulled away holding him in place then thrust all the way into Harley’s mouth. It was a lot of cock to take in. Raven could see Harley swallowing him down until he gagged. Her pussy pulsed to see another man being forced to take as much cock as he could. "You like that, don’t you?" Jackson purred. "His cock’s hard. Stroke it for me," Raven whispered in awe. Jackson held him in his fist, the pulsing seed coating his fingers. He brought the man’s cum to his own mouth showing Raven what he was doing, his coated fingers visible as he sucked them. She moaned, drawn to him, and moved across the bed. "Do you want a taste of him?" Jackson tempted. Raven nodded, mesmerized by Jackson. He swirled his fingers through the cum, gathering it up. "Come and lick." Jackson held out his fingers and waiting for her. Raven’s eyes never left his fingers. She crawled along the bed, stalking him. Jackson pressed his fingers along her lips, coating her. She sucked his fingers into her mouth, swallowing Harley. "Fucking sexy," Jackson growled.

"More." Raven waited with her mouth slightly open, her eyes hooded. Her ears hummed over the wet noises of Harley sucking Jackson off and Jackson razing his fingers across Harley’s erection. Using her tongue, she treated his finger like a lollipop, sucking the head into her mouth licking up the sides, moaning. "Fuck. Get his cock in your mouth," Jackson ordered. He held her by the head with Harley sitting on the edge of the bed and brought her over Harley’s lap and dipped her head down to take the large phallus into her mouth. A trio hovered on the edge of the bed. Before either man got off, Jackson pulled his cock from Harley’s mouth and jerked Raven up by her hair. She fought him wanting to feel cock deep in her throat and she cried out in protest. "You want to watch me fuck him?" he asked. He leaned down to lick her lips. "Yes," she whispered. "Get back on the bed." Raven moved quickly to her spot on the bed. Watching. Waiting. "On your knees," Jackson ordered Harley. "Pass me the lube, sweetheart." Jackson held out his hand for the tube. Raven reached over the bed and passed him the half full tube. Her breath hitched as she watched him squirt a huge dollop on his fingers. His eyes turned to her, daring her to turn away. Her eyes stayed focused on him. She was staying. Raven settled onto the bed, her eyes going from him to his fingers coated with lube. Her chest heaved with the lust filling her lungs. Never before had she felt so excited, so on the edge to see a man being taken. To witness the combination of lust and love. Harley opened his legs wider to receive. This was a give and take relationship. How could she not want to be with these two men? Jackson’s fingers penetrated that dark channel and Harley thrust back to accept. Her fingers moved between her legs. She was going to be watching and feeling as well. A second finger joined the first, opening the man wide. A third finger. She found her well used aching clit, stroking, bringing herself back to awareness. How she was able to achieve another orgasm after

having so many in one night she didn’t know but what she did know was she was going to be taking advantage of it. "Pass me a condom," Jackson instructed. Raven handed him a packet still keeping her fingers between her legs. He ripped the foil and placed the latex over his large member, squirting the last of the lube over his covered cock making sure he was well oiled. Jackson had no intention of hurting Harley. Raven couldn’t tear her eyes away from either man. Harley looked ready to implode and Jackson looked all sexually dominant. Both men well-muscled and gorgeous and about to fuck and she had a front row seat. Her pussy pulsed with vigorous, carnal passion. In slow circles she teased her bud, feeling the pull in the pit of her stomach. She held her breath as Jackson pressed his large dick to that tiny entrance. Harley tensed for a split second then she saw him relax. Achingly slow she watched his ass open up to the pressure of Jackson and inch by agonizing inch he disappeared inside Harley. Harley flung his head back, eyes closed, complete rapture emanating from his face. He was clearly loving every second. Jackson grasped his shoulder, holding onto him as he pushed the final inch all the way inside until he was lodged deep inside the other man. "What do you think?" Jackson asked her. Raven looked at the scene before her. "It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," she admitted the truth. She watched him pull all the way out and glide slowly back in. She watched the two men make love and with every thrust and pull she could feel it in her own pussy as if they were making love to her. "You like this, baby?" Harley glanced over at her, his eyes expressing how much he was enjoying Jackson being inside his body. "It’s so fucking sexy," admitted Raven. "Do you want Harley to fuck you?" Jackson asked.

Raven observed the two men, Jackson molded to Harley, two amazingly gorgeous men. How could she not want to be a part of them? "How?" "Grab a condom from the drawer." He pointed to the bed side table. She opened the drawer and saw loads of condoms and several bottles of lubricant. Looking at the bottles made her cream flow from her pussy. At this rate she’d be in a constant state of arousal from seeing the evidence of their sexual happenings. Raven retrieved a condom and moved slowly to where Jackson waited, one of his hands shafting the hardened cock between Harley’s legs. How dirty could this get? She shivered with delight. "Rip the packet." She tore it open with her teeth, her eyes never leaving Jackson wanking Harley. "Put it on his dick." Raven went on her back underneath the two men and positioned herself at his dick. She moved Jackson’s hand away and slid the condom on the pulsing length. Jackson moved to the edge of the bed, making sure he didn’t pull out of his lover, bringing Harley with him. He came off the bed and Harley moved right to the edge so his feet touched the floor. "Come to us, Raven." Raven went to them with open arms and legs. She settled on the edge, reaching round to prop herself up so Harley could get the right angle and she lay on her back with her legs spread. Harley could easily get to her aching clit. "Wait until I say you can fuck that cunt," Jackson whispered. Raven felt Harley preparing himself for penetration, his cock positioned right at her entrance. "You want this, honey?" Harley asked. Raven smiled, tears welling in her eyes. "I’ve never been sure of anything in my life but of this I’m absolutely certain." One hand touched the palm resting on Harley’s shoulder and with her other hand she caressed Harley’s cheek.

"Now," the growl erupted from Jackson. Harley thrust his dick inside her wet dripping channel. All three of them cried as they made love. Jackson moved within Harley and Harley moved within her body. Hot, hard and heavy. All of them moved in time. As Jackson pushed inside, Harley thrust inside of her. Screams and cries filled the air. Pants and gasps. Moans and groans. They moved together. As they all came close to their release, their movement increased. Harley pulsed first, shooting his seed into the latex, Raven seconds behind him and finally Jackson crying out, the noise vibrating in their ears. "You’re ours now," Harley told her.

Chapter Nine

Raven woke up to find Harley on her left and Jackson on her right. Both men holding her, comforting her, loving her. Raven smiled, content to lie between them. She watched both men sleep, Harley with a hint of a smile, relaxed and happy to have her breast and one of his legs over hers holding her in place, almost as if he was afraid she’d sneak off. She turned her attention to the larger man, his arm underneath her head giving her a pillow for her to sleep. It also allowed him to hold Harley. Touching both of his lovers, Raven and Harley. Even in his sleep he looked so serious. His eyes opened, catching her watching him. "Hello, sleepy head," she whispered. "Hey, baby. Did you sleep well?" "The best night of my life," Raven admitted. Jackson chuckled, the hand on her breast squeezing and she gasped at the heightened sensitivity. "Your body is already responding to its master," he said. "It seems that way." "I think your body likes me, Raven." His palm opened flat out, moving with delicate slowness down her body, pressing into her stomach. "The mere touch of my hand and you’re shaking for more." His palm rested just above her naked slit. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything but stare into his eyes. He knew the power he had over her body and he was using it all to his advantage. "What about Harley?" she asked. "He’s awake." His eyes moved from hers to the other man’s. "How did you sleep?" Raven turned her head to find Harley watching them. "Are we about to get it on?" Harley pressed his body to hers, the bonus of having two men in her bed. Not blowing her own trumpet but she knew with Harley it would be only moments before he was as hard as Jackson and ready for another round of fun.

"It seems you need a little extra time," she teased, lowering her eyes to his state of arousal. "Give me a second, sweetheart and I’ll be more than ready. Just seeing you and this body, already I’m close to exploding and I’m not fully awake yet." "Charmer." "Give me one minute and I’ll show you what I can do." "Promises?" "Hold it you two," Jackson interrupted the banter between Raven and Harley. "No one’s getting anything on until she agrees to marry us." The bombshell made everyone in the bed fall silent. Raven didn’t know what to say. Out of all the things she could have expected, a marriage proposal wasn’t one of them. One night of sex and Jackson was already proposing? What would he actually do after a week of sex? "Jackson..." Harley stretched, obviously trying to get his head round what his boyfriend had just said. "No, Harley, we’ve waited long enough. This is our woman, you know it and I know it." Jackson was determined and Raven could see he wouldn’t accept no for an answer. "Jackson, it’s only been a few days, buddy," Harley tried to reason with him. "I know in my heart she’s the one Harley. Don’t you?" Harley hesitated, glancing from Raven to Jackson, clearly uncomfortable with what Jackson was discussing. "You know how I feel, Jackson." "Look, you don’t have to make up feelings just because I’m here," Raven said. "We’re not," both men replied in unison. "What the hell is going on then, ‘cause I don’t want to get between you two. I’m happy for us to be like this." "Baby, I promise there is nothing wrong with me. I want you and I would love to have you in my life. I just don’t want to scare you off with that big lummox pushing you into something you don’t want." Harley stroked her hair assuring her of his feelings.

"I don’t know if I love you," Raven scarily admitted to both men. She felt something, she knew she did but what she felt she had no idea. The whole thought of life without these men left a horrible rancid ache in her chest. Could that be love? "I love you, Raven." Jackson brought her hand to his heart. "Feel that beat? It’s beating for you and for Harley. I’m not getting any younger and I know you two are the two people in the world I want to be with." "Wow, that’s really something, man." Harley leaned over her and kissed him. Raven could see the love between the two men. She’d be blind to miss such emotion. Harley then turned his eyes to her. "I’m with him, baby. I’ve been watching you this past month and just by looking at you I fell in love, lust at first but it has to be love." "How can it be love in a few days, though?" That was the one thing she doubted. This could just be high levels of really great sex and not the deep, consuming love she was hoping it to be. "We’re lucky, Raven." Jackson whispered into her ear. Harley nodded in agreement. "Do you know how long it took Chase, Lawrence and Emily?" She shook her head. "They knew in one look. She came back from college and walked onto the job site to say hi to them and Chase and Lawrence lost their heart and soul to that woman. You’ve seen how they are together. Can you mistake the love between them?" Raven was touched by the story between the first three way couple she’d met. She shook her head. She couldn’t mistake the love shining brightly like a beacon between all of them. "Give us a try," begged Jackson. Raven felt Harley nod against her shoulder. She looked between the two men, begging her to be part of their lives, worshiping her body and loving her in a way one single man could not. How could she refuse these two men? The truth is she couldn’t. "What about, Patricia?" Raven wondered what that woman could do to destroy the growing love between them.

"Let’s just say Patricia, has finally been given the incentive to leave Clifford Arbor," Jackson said. **** In truth, after dropping Raven home last night and making sure Harley was safely tucked into bed, Jackson had gone and hunted the witch down. He just couldn’t accept the way she’d attacked his woman. He was not the type of man to live with that threat hanging over his head. Jackson had found his ex-wife in the most expensive hotel in Clifford Arbor. What surprised him was when he’d entered her room she was crying on the floor, drunk and practically sobbing her heart out. The next surprise was the picture of Tyler she was sobbing over. His younger brother was smiling, looking every bit the carefree, loving young man he’d been. Patricia had looked at him like a broken woman. Never before had he seen her look so wounded. "He’s gone," she howled in pain, clutching the picture to her heart. Jackson shut the door behind him and went to sit beside her, the alcohol fumes hitting him in the face. "What are you doing, Patricia?" Jackson kept his voice calm. "I don’t know anymore," she said, tears falling without interruption down her face. "You shouldn’t have attacked Raven," he told her. She chuckled, the sound bitter and hysterical. "She has the love of two men while I have the love of no man." She shook her head, dropping the picture and picking up another. "He’s gone." "Don’t you think I know that?" she yelled, launching an attack on him. He held her off, holding her wrists. "You killed him," Jackson accused, allowing his own anger to come forward. "I know that. He wanted to marry me. He wanted to be everything to me." "What the hell happened?" Jackson realized he’d only ever blamed her for Tyler but he’d never understood what had actually happened between them.

"We went out driving to that little secluded picnic place near the cliffs. Everything was going fine, we made love and I knew how I felt. Even though I’d married you, it was the biggest mistake of my life. He asked me to marry him, to divorce you. I agreed. I knew you hated me and wanted Harley. No one could mistake your feelings for each other." She stopped to take a long gulp of cheap whiskey. Jackson would have gladly thrown up but he felt he needed to be here to hear all this. "What happened next? I would’ve given you a divorce." "He wanted children. He started talking about a family and how many children we were going to have and what it would be like." "What was so wrong with him planning your future?" She howled into her hands. "I can’t have children. How could I allow myself to marry a man who wanted to have a house full of children when I couldn’t give them to him? I shouldn’t have, I hate myself for what I did. I told him he was a baby and I wouldn’t leave my meal ticket when I could have you and him. I hurt him. He went off the rails, leaving me on the cliff." She bowed her head, the tears choking off any other sound she made. Jackson felt like he’d ruined years of his life. Patricia had in fact been trying to spare his brother the disappointment of her inability to have children. He knew how Tyler wanted a family more than anything and he would have found another way. But to have the woman he loved speak like that would have blown him over the edge. "He phoned me moments before the crash. He was drunk, drugged and so alone. I should have been in that car with him. I shouldn’t have left him. He told me that no matter what happened he would always love me. I heard him scream and then nothing." Jackson thought he’d gotten the worst end of the stick by having to identify his brother. Patricia had been on the phone while his brother came to his final end. He couldn’t hate her. He wanted to hate her but the admission explained everything. It explained her nastiness. She was alive and Tyler wasn’t. Tyler had left her alone.

"I don’t know why I attacked Raven. I don’t know why I even bother causing you pain. I hate myself but I don’t even know where he has been laid to rest. You never told me." Jackson reached out to her, cuddling her against the pain of the past. He held her while she lost years of guilt, pain and remorse. The truth she’d given him had finally set him free and he could live life knowing it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t really her fault. If Tyler had been the type of man to calm down and think his actions through he would have figured out what was bothering Patricia. Once her tears subsided, Jackson took her to see where he’d laid Tyler to rest, next to his mother and father. She’d bleated at the grave, just kneeling and begging for forgiveness. An hour later she got up and hugged him. "I’m sorry and tell your woman I’m sorry, too. I’m going to go now." "What did you do with all the money I gave you?" "I gave it an organization that helps men and women who have lost their partner and need help in the world. It’s small but it’s worth it." "Keep giving them money, I’ll supply it." She nodded and left them. "There were no pictures, were there?" "Not one. I loved him. I wouldn’t do that to him. I’m leaving now but can I come back and visit him?" Jackson nodded. Finally after so many years he felt the world was at peace again. **** Jackson smiled at Raven and Harley. He would tell them in time. They didn’t need to have this moment ruined by mistakes of the past. "Patricia has moved on and we should as well." Harley and Raven smiled at each other and then at Jackson. "Alright, let’s give us a go," Raven said.

Epilogue Five years later...

"I cannot believe I ever doubted us." Raven glanced out across the view of the ocean. The golden sand glistened, begging her to lie down and rest in the heat of the sun. "That was your first mistake, baby. Doubting us? Please, we’re amazing." Harley circled her swollen belly with his fingertips, nibbling her sensitive neck. Her nipples, already tender with pregnancy, peaked painfully with his loving tease. "Where’s Jackson?" Raven moaned, leaning back against him. "Putting Paul to sleep. The little guy is exhausted," Harley chuckled into her neck. Paul was a little spitfire with his dads’ good looks and his mother’s charm. A deadly combination. Raven felt sorry for the girls who would catch his attention when he was older. She would have to be careful of the teenage girls coming to call. "He’s amazing, isn’t he?" Raven said. Harley mumbled his agreement. "And soon he’ll have a little brother or sister." "He’s asleep." Jackson came out to the patio. He kissed Harley then Raven, stroking her belly. "I’m pleased both of you are here. I went for my scan this morning and the Doctor found two heartbeats," Raven admitted. Raven watched both men tense and laughed. "Are all three of you okay?" Jackson asked her, concern etched on his face. They crowded around her, touching her stomach and face, trying to take her temperature and make sure she was healthy and well. "Guys, guys. I’m fine, really. Everything will be fine, just like Paul only there’ll be an extra baby coming out of me." "God, I love you both." Jackson kissed her head. "And I love both of you," Raven told them.

It had taken a couple of days after Jackson first proposed before she realized how much she loved them. Since then their relationship had grown. She’d married both men in a private ceremony with Beatrice as a witness, along with the Jeffrey boys and Chase, Lawrence and Emily. Harley’s family hadn’t been able to make it down in time and they were annoyed he’d married without his family and they’d made the trio go through another ceremony before they would accept he was really married. Raven was legally married to Jackson Cole as he was the oldest by a few months and the most dominant but in all of their hearts she was married to both.

The End

About the Author

Sam Crescent lives in a small land known as the United Kingdom, at least it seems small on a huge map. No matter what she can always find places of inspiration and it was her land that inspired her first book, Office Hours. She has a passion for all things romance and when she discovered erotic romance she was all set. After spending years doing nothing but reading, in 2009 she decided to spread her wings and try out writing. After two years of serious learning and many rejections she finally got her first acceptance when Office Hours was released by Total-E-Bound and is now onto her second with Rebel Ink Press. She couldn’t imagine a world without romance and now she is part of the scene creating romance she has never been happier. When she is not writing, you can find her walking for inspiration or in her kitchen. You can find her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/SamCrescent, at her blog: http://samcrescent.wordpress.com/, on Facebook: http://en-gb.facebook.com/people/SamCrescent/100002178529657. She can also be found lurking around on other blog pages.