Reckless Abandon (14 page)

Yes
. It felt so wonderful, Chastity could only groan, a groan that rose in pitch as everything gathered inside her and then shattered in an explosion so fierce, so raw, she could do nothing but cry out as wave after wave buffeted her, beating against her with the wildest rapture she had ever known.

Both cocks moved and twitched inside her. Jordan cursed and Marcus moaned as they began to come. The condoms were so thin she could feel the extra bit of heat from their sperm.

Her heart pounded so hard she could hear nothing else. Her flesh pebbled and her pussy throbbed. Aftershocks literally shook her, even rattling her teeth.

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Jordan rested on her for just a moment, and she cherished the weight. Then he kissed her shoulder. “Hold still, baby.” He pulled out of her slowly, carefully.
Oh God
. She couldn’t experience such pleasure and still be alive, could she?

Marcus laughed. “The French call it ‘le petit mort.’ The little death.”

Chastity hadn’t realized she’d said that out loud. “There was absolutely nothing little about that.” Jordan slipped into the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned to the bed he gently lifted her off Marcus, who promptly followed suit.

Within moments he returned. Chastity sighed as male heat surrounded her.

For a long moment they simply snuggled together, the three of them.

“Part of the dream,” Marcus said quietly, “is to one day move to a house outside town. Lots of land, lots of privacy.”

“Plenty of land for dogs, cats. Maybe kids, someday,” Jordan finished.

“Sounds like a wonderful dream,” Chastity said.

“It could be,” Marcus agreed, “if it could be your dream, too.”

“Hmm. A big yard, a big house, where we could all live, and love, with reckless abandon?” she asked.

Both men laughed. “Yeah, exactly like that,” Jordan said.

Chastity kissed Marcus, then kissed Jordan. She finally had what she’d yearned for all her life—a place to belong, where she could love, and be loved.

“Yeah,” she said, the joy alive inside her. “I could really get behind a dream like that.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Morgan has been a writer since she was first able to pick up a pen. In the beginning it was a hobby, a way to create a world of her own, and who could resist the allure of that? Then as she grew and matured, life got in the way, as life often does. She got married and had three children, and worked in the field of accounting, for that was the practical thing to do and the children did need to be fed. And all the time she was being practical, she would squirrel herself away on quiet Sunday afternoons, and write.

Most children are raised knowing the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. Morgan’s children also learned the Paper Rule:
Thou shalt not
throw out any paper that has thy mother’s words upon it.
Believing in tradition, Morgan ensured that her children’s children learned this rule, too.

Life threw Morgan a curve when, in 2002, she underwent emergency triple by-pass surgery. Second chances are to be cherished, and with the encouragement and support of her husband, Morgan decided to use hers to do what she’d always dreamed of doing: writing full time. “I can’t tell you how much I love what I do. I am truly blessed.” Morgan has always loved writing romance. It is the one genre that can incorporate every other genre within its pulsating heart. Romance showcases all that humankind can aspire to be. And, she admits, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.

Morgan’s favorite hobbies are reading, cooking, and traveling—though she would rather you didn’t mention that last one to her husband. She has too much fun teasing him about having become a “Traveling Fool” of late.

Morgan lives in Southwestern Ontario with a cat that has an attitude, a dog that has no dignity, and her husband of thirty-seven years, David.

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