Libbie had a suspicion there was more to it, but decided to let it drop. "Okay. It's not a real Cuban sandwich."

Allan mentally kicked himself. How could I be so d.a.m.n stupid? Few people outside of Florida, who'd never spent time in the South Florida or Tampa regions, knew a "real" Cuban sandwich from a regular sub sandwich.

When he'd seen Cuban sandwich on the menu, he'd jumped at it, having been denied one of his favorites ever since October, when they'd arrived in Brooksville. He'd been raised on the real thing and knew that arcane little nugget about Florida cuisine.

He longed to take Libbie to Miami and give her a tour of all the best eateries he knew, many looking like dives from the street, yet sparkling clean inside.

I don't want to let her go. I can't lose her.

The truth hammered him. No matter what happened with the trial, he couldn't walk away from Libbie. There was no way.

That he'd built his relationship with her on a stack of lie upon lie ate at his conscience, no matter how valiant and n.o.ble the reasoning behind it.

Not for the first time, fear gripped him. Will she even want us back in her life when we eventually have to reveal the truth to her? She might end up so disgusted at them for the breach of trust that she'd throw them out.

Libbie soon forgot the incident as she started playing tour guide. By the time they returned to the apartment, Charles apparently had other things on his mind, too. He grabbed towels, her bathrobe, and waited by the apartment door. "Strip, baby."

She felt her face heat, with pa.s.sion instead of embarra.s.sment. "Yes, sir."

He grinned. "Hey, don't tempt me to get all spanky on your sweet a.s.s. I'll do it."

She did a little striptease for him, leaving articles of clothing strewn across the apartment floor in her wake as she walked up to him. "Like this?"

His hard c.o.c.k pressed against the front of his jeans. "Exactly like that." He draped the robe over her. "Now let's get your cute a.s.s in that hot tub before my c.o.c.k explodes and you have to lick a wet spot off the inside of my briefs." He quickly stripped and helped her downstairs.

Normally, they didn't make love in the hot tub in the daytime. But there was no one lurking around in the wooded area behind the building when they went out to the screened room. Charles quickly dropped the towel he'd held around his hips and helped her out of her robe and into the hot tub. Then he followed her in and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him.

His stiff c.o.c.k pressed against her a.s.s. She braced her palms on his chest. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

He waggled his eyebrows at her as his hands disappeared in the water. One hand pulled her a.s.s cheeks apart as he pressed a finger against her rim. "I want you there, baby. I want that sweet, tight a.s.s of yours fisting my c.o.c.k." His finger breached her rim, making her gasp with pleasure. Several times since their first night they'd taken her at the same time like that, one of their large c.o.c.ks buried in her p.u.s.s.y while the other f.u.c.ked her a.s.s.

He pushed it deeper inside her. "Play with your nipples, baby. Get yourself hot."

Her face filled with heat but she complied, cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with her palms and tweaking her nipples until they were hard peaks. He leaned in and licked one, then the other. "You like it when we f.u.c.k your a.s.s, don't you, baby? Use you like you need to be used?"

She nodded, his rumbling tone making her c.u.n.t pulsate.

Surprising her with his swiftness, he shifted her off his lap and positioned her in front of one of the jets, which weren't turned on yet. "Don't move," he whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes and wiggled her a.s.s at him.

She heard the sound of him ripping the pouch open and rolling the condom on. Then he stepped behind her and raised her a.s.s out of the water so he could lube her.

"I also got you a present," he said when he'd finished lubing her dark hole.

"What?"

She felt something large, even larger than their c.o.c.ks, press between her p.u.s.s.y lips. When she tried to turn to see what it was, he stopped her with a hand between her shoulder blades holding her in place. "Oh, no you don't. You stay right there." The d.i.l.d.o was large, enough so he had to go slow and carefully work it inside her. She whimpered and tried to f.u.c.k herself back on it, but he wouldn't be rushed. Only when it was buried all the way inside her p.u.s.s.y and pressing on her G-spot did he move the hand from her back. He hit the switch on the jets. The water immediately began hitting her c.l.i.t. She had to bite back the loud cry struggling to let loose.

Then he lined his c.o.c.k up with her well-lubed a.s.s and pressed in, giving her enough time to get used to it before he slid all the way in. With his legs rubbing the backs of her thighs and his body holding the d.i.l.d.o inside her p.u.s.s.y, he moved her closer to the water jet.

She was nearly close to coming when one of his hands reached around her and did something. Inside her, the d.i.l.d.o sprang to life, vibrating and tossing her over the edge as if she'd jumped off a cliff.

"It's waterproof," he growled in her ear. Then he grabbed her hips and started f.u.c.king her a.s.s hard, viciously. She had to hold on to the edge of the tub and dug her fingers in hard as she tried not to scream.

Even the Hitachi didn't do this to her. Whatever deliciously evil thing it was, it felt like there was no escaping the pleasure for even the briefest of respites like she could when it was just the jet of water striking her c.l.i.t.

He f.u.c.ked her hard and fast, keeping her pressed against the water jet with his fingers digging into her hips. "Come for me, my sweet little s.l.u.t," he rumbled. "You know you want to come with me f.u.c.king your a.s.s and that huge toy f.u.c.king your p.u.s.s.y."

Libbie's back arched as another o.r.g.a.s.m shattered coherent thought. The pleasant, burning pinch of her p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s being stretched only made the release feel that much better.

"There's my good girl." He took several more hard and deep strokes before his c.o.c.k exploded inside her. Panting for breath and without withdrawing, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped onto his back with her resting against his chest. He reached down and turned the vibrator off, but didn't withdraw it.

"Holy f.u.c.k," he muttered. He nibbled the back of her neck. "Good?"

"Uh-huh!"

"I could feel that thing vibrating inside you right through to my b.a.l.l.s. I never thought I'd be able to hold on as long as I did. Holy c.r.a.p."

She giggled. "Is that my Valentine's Day present?"

He nipped her earlobe. "One of them."

Charles wouldn't let her stay dressed once they were back upstairs. He turned up the thermostat and made her stay naked. When Ken returned home later, they cooked her a nice dinner before ordering her to bed.

"I heard there might be more Valentine's Day presents in my future," she teased as she looked up at Ken.

He grinned, but directed his question to Charles. "You already got her, huh?"

Charles laughed as he crawled into bed. "Yep. Thought she was going to crawl out of her skin she came so hard."

"Did you save some energy for me?" he asked her.

"Uh-huh. I think so."

He laughed. "I hope so."

He wouldn't let her see what his surprise was. Charles kept a hand over her eyes while Ken tucked a towel under her a.s.s. She felt Ken press something against her p.u.s.s.y, and as it slid home, she moaned when she recognized the feel of the vibrator Charles had used on her earlier.

It was impossible not to wiggle her hips and whine when they wouldn't turn it on. "Not yet," Ken admonished. "I'm not done with you yet." He made her pull her legs up and hold them, wide open, knees up to her chest. She felt his fingers probe her a.s.s and the sensation of cool lube being slicked around and in her rim.

Already her p.u.s.s.y clenched around the big toy inside her in antic.i.p.ation.

It was when he started pressing something against her rim that she froze. It wasn't his c.o.c.k.

"What is that?"

"Just relax and breathe, baby." He slowly f.u.c.ked her with it, pressing a little more of its length inside her with each stroke. It felt like it took hours until the widest part of it had finally stretched her to a nearly painful width before her body sucked it in, her a.s.s clamping down on the narrow base that broadened to a f.l.a.n.g.e and kept it from disappearing inside her.

"What is that?" she whined.

Only then did Charles remove his hand from her eyes, but he sat up behind her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head. Ken held up the package. The d.i.l.d.o looked a lot like a regular one, except for the large flare near the bottom, like a b.u.t.t plug.

"It...vibrates?" She blinked as she looked at the words written on the package.

Uh oh. I'm in trouble.

Ken waggled his eyebrows at her. "Oh, yes, it certainly does." He grabbed her ankles and stretched her legs out in front of her, ankles together. The vibrators in her a.s.s and p.u.s.s.y felt huge, almost uncomfortably so.

There was a s.e.xy, evil gleam in Ken's eye. He stretched out so her ankles were pinned under the length of his body. Then he wiggled a hand between her legs and found the switches for the two vibrators and turned them on.

It was a good thing the men were holding her down, or she might have come off the bed. The first o.r.g.a.s.m hit her almost immediately, but when Ken held up the Hitachi, she tried begging for mercy.

"Please, wait..."

"Just say no, baby, and we'll stop."

She gasped as another o.r.g.a.s.m hit her.

"Say no, baby," Charles said. "That's all you have to do."

"I...I..." She pleaded with Ken with her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to say the word.

He grinned and hit the switch, turned the vibrator on low, and pressed it between her legs.

She cried out as the overwhelming supernova hit her. Thrashing against the men proved useless and only seemed to turn them on more.

"That's it," Charles rumbled in her ear. "Show us how much you like to come, baby. Only when we think you've had enough, then we're going to f.u.c.k your brains out."

Her eyes rolled up, trying to see him, but then they clamped closed as another wave took her breath away. It wouldn't stop, felt like she couldn't control her muscles.

Eventually, Ken pulled the Hitachi away and gave her a moment to catch her breath, but he wouldn't turn off the two vibrators inside her. They made her body tremble as she never totally stopped o.r.g.a.s.ming. Little flutters constantly shimmied through her in endless waves.

Charles smirked. "You have one of three choices, baby."

She tried to focus on him and finally succeeded in nodding.

"Ten more minutes of the Hitachi, but on high this time, or you have to keep both vibrators in all night and sleep with them running."

Ken grinned. "Decide fast, or we'll decide for you."

"Hitachi," she gasped.

Both men laughed. "I noticed she didn't ask for the third choice," Charles said.

She looked up at him. He kissed her on the lips. "You could have simply said no."

She tried to respond, but then Ken turned on the Hitachi and held it against her c.l.i.t.

Libbie, caught between a laugh at the thought that she'd never say no and a cry of pleasure, struggled to catch her breath. Instead, from nowhere, tears started.

Ken immediately pulled the vibrator away. "Are you okay?"

She nodded through her tears.

Charles asked, "Do you want him to stop?"

She vigorously shook her head.

Both men laughed and the Hitachi returned to her c.l.i.t.

Libbie felt like her soul had cut free of her body. She could hear the men talking to her, praising her in their deliciously dirty, s.e.xy way, but she couldn't have stopped them at that point if she'd wanted to. Her entire existence seemed centered on her c.l.i.t, from which hot lava swirled through her body. It felt like an infinite forever before she gasped when the Hitachi shut off and the men released her.

Then the other two vibrators were shut off and removed from her. She couldn't have moved if she tried.

Charles stretched out beside her and with Ken's help, had her straddle his c.o.c.k. When he was deeply seated inside her, he pulled her down onto his chest and kissed her.

She closed her eyes and softly moaned as Ken knelt behind her. His lubed c.o.c.k easily slid into her stretched a.s.s, which greedily sucked his c.o.c.k deep into her body.

"Should we make her come one more time?" Ken playfully asked.

Charles brushed the hair away from her forehead. "No, I think we've worn our poor girl out."

She softly moaned against his chest, enjoying the feel of them inside her even knowing she couldn't come again. They took their time, making love to her, the gentle, sweet side to her sinfully s.e.xy s.a.d.i.s.ts.

They both came, falling still for a moment. Ken brushed his lips down her spine while Charles kissed her again. "You okay?" Charles whispered.

She nodded. She started drifting to sleep before Ken had even withdrawn from her a.s.s. She barely noticed when he did, asleep before they even got her rolled onto her back.

Chapter Eighteen.

The first Monday in March dawned cold and damp, the sky full of gunmetal grey clouds angrily chased across the horizon by a northern breeze that felt like a special delivery direct from the Arctic. Ben frowned at the weather when he looked out the window while waiting for the second pot of coffee to brew.

He knew it would mean a day of misery for Libbie who, after rising, had bundled herself in several layers before moving to the couch, while giving thanks she didn't have to open the shop.