Page 15 of Haunting Salem

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Back at our hotel room,I couldn't shake the feeling we'd missed something big. The people were nice, don't get me wrong, but there was something else otherworldly. Plus, Cian, the bartender had seen Kael, even if no one else paid him any mind. What was I overlooking?

“You’re thinking awful loudly over there,” Nolan said, joining me in bed.

“Mass Hysteria was interesting,” I mumbled. “Don’t you think?”

We’d come back to the hotel after making the final plans for the live event and jumped right into our movie marathon. No one brought up the atmosphere at the bar. If Jack had seen the shimmery silver outlines surrounding the people there, I wasn’t going to bring it up either. Yet, I also couldn’t let it go.

“It was,” he agreed. “You saw more than we did. What made you so anxious there for a minute?”

“They weren’t normal,” I muttered. “Plus, what was up with that, whole ‘we’re always looking for new witches,’ statement. Didn’t make sense to me. Also, why was he eyeing up Jack?”

“Maybe he thought I was cute,” Jack said, joining us after a quick shower.

“Well, you are, but...” I shrugged. “There was a double meaning to his words, I know it.” Lucy was a witch, well, practicing Wiccan. But, why would the town have any use for them? Or was the Sheriff being cute about it?

“Well, I can tell you emphatically, I’m not a witch,” Jack replied. “What I am is jealous.”

“Oh, jealous?” I snuggled between both men and smiled. “Why’s that?”

“Well,” he wrapped his arm around my middle and tugged me back against him. “Not only did you have fun with Nolan this afternoon, but you also got to play with Kael, leaving me to my own devices.”

I chuckled softly. “Awe. Poor Jack.”

“Indeed, poor me.” He slid his hand down past the band of my panties and ran his finger along my slit.

I pushed back against him, wiggling my hips while Nolan kissed me. Sandwiched between them, I was safe there. Secure. Both of these men were my buoys in a world that was chaotic. Jack groaned behind me as he nibbled on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. His fingertip rubbed my clit in a slow circle, teasing me with each pass. I shuddered in his arms. He methodically awakened every nerve ending in my body, until I was nothing more than a ball of sexual tension waiting for the right moment to burst.

Nolan removed my sleep shirt, exposing my flesh to the cool air of the room. I shivered and he was there. His big hand splayed across my stomach and torso, warming me. These two men were always in sync with one another. It was shocking and exciting. Nolan bent his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth. A gasp of surprise and arousal fell from my lips. It was as if each time he sucked; the sensation shot straight to my clit. Add in Jack toying with the bundle nerves at the top of my sex, and I was poised on the edge of the building climax threatening to consume me.

"You're so fucking wet," Jack murmured. The hard press of his erection at my back showed how excited he was as well.

“I always am when I’m between the both of you,” I said, scraping my fingers across Nolan’s scalp.

Jack flexed his hips, grinding against my rear. “I heard a rumor Nolan took you bare this afternoon.” He groaned, grabbing my hip. “I also heard you showered with him and Kael, so your pussy still has his cum deep inside of you.”

I whimpered. Of all three guys, Jack was the dirty talker. He could wind me up in seconds, just by saying something naughty. “What are you going to do about it? Are you even more jealous now?”

His rough chuckle tickled the side of my neck. “Damn right I am. This might be an open relationship or polyamorous or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but your pussy is still mine.” He tugged off his boxers then pulled my panties to the side before teasing me with the tip of his cock.

“Jack, please,” I whispered, breathless and on edge.

“I love the husky quality of your voice when you’re beyond aroused,” he muttered, filling me inch by inch.

The bite of pain as the walls of my vagina stretched to accommodate his girth and length was delicious. I wrapped my arms around Nolan, clinging to him as I orgasmed, the pleasure so intense, I thought I'd blackout. Jack grunted. His fingers dug into my hips as he held himself still. Anchored to both men, I gave over to the bliss. My soft sobs must have spurred Jack into action because he began to move. His thrusts were measured. The head of his cock rubbing over the sensitive area behind my clit, turning me into a pile of goo. It felt so good. So intense. I couldn’t speak. I babbled and made incoherent sounds while Jack groaned and grunted like a barbaric man rutting for the first time.

“Touch me,” Nolan groaned, lowering my hand to his groin. His cock was heavy and hard, the tip covered in his precum making it sticky.

I wrapped my palm around his throbbing shaft and matched Jack's pace. There was a franticness that came over all three of us as we laid there. The sensual tension filling my limbs grew more consuming by the second as the tingling tendrils of my impending climax spread through me.

“Inside of me, or out,” I said, looking Nolan dead in the eyes. His glassy dark-brown eyes were almost black from his pupils being dilated with arousal.

“Inside,” he grunted. “Fuck, this feels so good—more so than usual. Why though?”

Why indeed. “You feel it too, Jack?” I glanced over my shoulder and liquid heat slid through my veins. The excitement and pain etched into his features turned me on. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back on his shoulders. His lips parted and a long low moan passed his lips.

“Fuck, yes,” he murmured. “Gonna come, Simone.”

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