“Kiss me,” I said.
Jagger traced the tip of his tongue along my lower lip, and when I moaned and leaned toward him, he finally gave me what I wanted. He fisted my hair and took a long, deep taste of me, and when I sucked on his tongue, more than willing to tangle with him, Jagger let out a rumbling groan that vibrated through me.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Slade said from the head of the bed, and the sound of a bottle opening and a condom packet being torn had me rocking back toward him. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
I whimpered against Jagger’s lips, Slade’s words making the ache between my thighs intensify, as he reached out and drew a finger along my wet slit. But it wasn’t until he circled my clit, and then pushed that thick digit inside me, that I tore my mouth off Jagger’s and let out a cry.
“Yes,” Jagger said as he kissed along my chin to my ear. “Shout, cry, scream for us tonight, wildcat. Be as loud as you fucking want. We want to memorize the way you sound as we drive you out of your mind.”
As my eyes once again found Jagger’s, Slade’s hands landed on my hips, and I automatically bucked back, desperately wanting what I knew was behind me. Slade smoothed his palms over my bare ass cheeks, and then slowly slid his rock-hard length along the outside of my pulsating core.
I clenched my fingers around the duvet, knowing what was about to come, and fuck, I was ready. I was so damn wet that there was no need for the lube I knew Slade had located, and when I felt the wide head of him at my entrance, I shut my eyes and pushed back on him, chasing the orgasm that was threatening to consume me.
As Slade’s thick cock penetrated me, one torturous inch at a time, I moaned, and the sound was foreign even to my own ears. But when he bottomed out and stilled, my eyes flew open and landed on Jagger, who was now on his feet directly in front of me with his cock in hand.
“More?”
My eyes flicked between his sexy face and flushed dick, and I knew exactly what he was asking. I licked my lips and nodded, but when neither of the men moved, I knew they were waiting for a verbal confirmation. “Yes, I want it all.”
Jagger’s eyes rose to Slade’s, and the fingers on my hips tightened as Jagger took a step toward the bed. I opened my mouth, and when Jagger slid inside, Slade let out a curse behind me and finally began to move.
I gripped the covers a little tighter, as Slade thrust his hips in a way that had me moaning around Jagger, and the sounds coming from both men made the pleasure close to unbearable.
Jagger’s hands were now in my hair, directing me, showing me exactly what he wanted, and I was more than happy to comply. I’d never been more turned on in my life, and when Slade pressed his lips against the top of my spine, I shoved back against him, hoping for even more.
As if he could read my mind, Slade wound an arm around my waist and stroked my bare mound. Then his fingers dipped lower to my swollen clit and began to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Unable to stop myself, I tore my mouth free of Jagger and shouted Slade’s name, and the response to my reaction was immediate. Slade began a much faster pace behind me, and Jagger stroked himself a little harder.
The strained sounds of lust echoed off the walls, as each of us chased after the climax that was so damn close we could taste it, and when Slade tangled his long, talented fingers in my hair and tugged me up to my knees, I went.
As my back came in contact with his front, and his cock slid as deep inside me as it could go, a gasp left me just in time for Slade to take advantage, his lips crushing mine as one hand landed on my hip and the other came up to gently squeeze my breast. I could feel him throbbing hot and hard inside me, and when he gently pinched my nipple, that was it.
My muscles clamped around him like a vise, and when he tore his lips free to let out a curse, I cried out my release. The climax slammed into me with the force of a tidal wave, and as the pleasure swept over me and pulled me under, Slade sucked my lower lip between his and said, “Fucking wildcat is right.”
“I told you so.”
A relaxed, sensual grin curved Slade’s lips, and as he slowly pulled out of me, the mattress shifted and my eyes landed on Jagger. With his covered cock still fully erect, the muscles in his thighs bunched as he knelt there at the opposite end of the bed.
I, too, was on my knees, my thighs wet from both my arousal and climax, and as Jagger made his way toward me, Slade said in my ear, “Hope you’re ready for round two.”
As he shifted out from behind me, Jagger stopped in front of me and ran a finger up my slippery thigh to my extra-sensitive flesh. I sucked in a swift breath of air, and then, quicker than I could blink, Jagger wrapped an arm around my waist and tumbled me to my back.
I eagerly parted my legs, and he was between them in a hot second, his dark eyes on mine as he began to run the blunt head of his erection up and down my well-used entrance. Slade stretched his muscled body out alongside us and kissed my shoulder as he reached across me to tease my sensitive nipples.
Then he looked at Jagger and said, “Can we keep her?”
Yes, please, I wanted to say, but with the way Jagger was teasing me with soft, slow strokes, I was too busy trying to remember how to breathe to reply.
“It’s tempting…” Jagger said, then lowered his mouth to mine and added, “So fucking tempting,” before he drove his hips forward and tunneled inside me with one thrust.
I arched up, my entire body bowing off the bed, and before I could get some kind of handle on all the feelings enveloping me, Jagger reached for one of my legs and hooked his hand around the back of my knee.
As he angled it up, Jagger slid in even deeper, if that was possible, and before I could even catch my breath, he began to move. I wound my arms around his neck and I tugged him down to take his lips in a kiss.
Tongues tangled as we eagerly went at each other, him relentlessly seeking his first release while I greedily went about taking my second—and I felt fucking amazing. In and out he moved above me, as Slade continued to kiss and play with every other inch of my skin that was available, and when Jagger gripped the pillow on either side of my head and tensed, the sight of him had me reaching my second high of the evening.
An ear-blistering roar left Jagger, and my shout of ecstasy followed seconds later. His hard body trembled above me as I felt my limbs sink back into the mattress, more sated than I’d ever been in my life. As Jagger pulled out of me, Slade was there with a warm, wet towel, cleaning me off with soft caresses and leaving kisses along my thighs, my hips, my stomach. A few moments later, Jagger lifted my shoulders and brought a glass to my lips. The water was cool and quenched my parched throat.
Must’ve been all that screaming, I thought, as he laid me back down.
“She looks pretty content to me,” Slade said to Jagger, shooting me a wink as he tossed the towel into the bathroom. “But I’m not sure she’ll make it back to her room.”
Jagger stroked his chin as he looked down at me, sprawled out in the middle of his king-size bed. “Hmm. You’re right. She should stay.”
Yes, that was exactly what I wanted to do. Hell, that was what I’d planned from the moment I saw them tonight, and now that I was in their bed, I wasn’t about to leave without a swift kick to the ass.
I feigned a yawn and stretched my arms up over my head, giving them an unfettered view of my body to remind them why they should keep me around. “I should probably go…”
Both began to shake their heads as they climbed onto the bed on either side of me, still gloriously naked. Damn, I was a lucky girl.
Jagger’s full lips pressed against mine, and then he whispered, “Stay.”
“Yeah. Stay.” Slade wrapped his arm over my abdomen and pulled me closer, enough that I could feel his cock against my hip.
Snuggled in between two gorgeous rock stars begging me not to leave? My smile grew, and I closed my eyes. “If you insist.”
* * *
Pound, pound, pound. “Jagger
! Jagger, man, open up.” Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound.
Still half-asleep, I groaned at whoever was beating down the door so early in the morning. Well, I guessed it was morning, since the sun was blazing through the slits in the curtains. Beside me, Slade hadn’t moved, still dead to the world, but on my other side, Jagger was rubbing his eyes and cursing.
“Gimme a sec,” he called out, and as he sat up, he looked down at me. “Mornin’, wildcat.”
“Mmm. Mornin’.”
He leaned down to kiss me as the pounding started up again.
“Jagger, for fuck’s sake. Open the door.”
Jagger and I froze at the sound of my brother’s voice.
“Oh shit,” Jagger said, pulling back from me, his eyes wide. I could see my own look of horror reflected in them, and I shook my head.
“Pretend you’re not here,” I said.
“He already heard me.”
“Oh, right.” I chewed on my lower lip. “Then maybe don’t open the door.”
“Because that’s not suspicious.”
“If he sees me in here, he’ll kill you.”
“I could probably take him. Maybe.”
“Then Viper would kill you.”
Jagger cursed again and pulled on his boxer briefs. My eyes dropped to his ass and the powerful muscles of his legs. Even knowing Halo was on the other side of the door didn’t stop me from taking my fill, and when Jagger turned around and caught me staring, he grinned and shook his head.
“I knew you were trouble,” he said, backing out of the room and bringing a finger to his lips.
I made the motion of sealing my mouth shut and then curled up against Slade’s tall, warm frame as Jagger opened the door. As long as Halo didn’t come inside, we’d stay out of sight.
“Halo, my man, it’s too early to be banging down doors,” Jagger said.
“It’s ten o’clock.”
“Which means four a.m. in New York.”
Halo let out an agitated sigh, and I could only imagine he was probably running a hand through his curly blond hair. “Look, have you seen Imogen? She got in last night, but she stopped answering my calls and messages, and she’s not answering the door.”
“Man, I wish I could say I knew where she was, but I haven’t seen her. Maybe she’s sleeping off the jet lag?”
It was all I could do not to giggle at Jagger’s easy lie, as Halo said, “Yeah. Maybe.”
“What’s goin’ on?” Slade said sleepily, and I jolted up and clapped a hand over his mouth. I’d been straining to hear what was being said and hadn’t even noticed him waking up. I brought my finger up to my lips and then pointed toward the door. He seemed to get the hint, and I relaxed a little, until I heard:
“Who was that? Is Slade in there?”
Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit—
“Uh, yeah. We sort of have company.”
There was a pause, and then Halo said, “Oh. Damn, sorry to, uh, interrupt. I’ll just…you know. Go.” I held my breath as he seemed to leave, and then he called out, “If you see Im, tell her I’m looking for her.”
“Will do.” Jagger shut the door, slid the deadbolt, and when he came back in the room, he held my discarded dress from last night. “Do not let Halo see you in this.”
I let go of Slade’s mouth and scooted back on the bed. “Why not?”
“He just saw it on the floor.”
“Ohh. Well, sneaking out naked might be more incriminating, don’t you think?”
Slade sat up, his purple and teal mohawk still perfectly in place. “The woman’s got a point.”
“I can get another dress sent up,” Jagger said, sauntering to the end of the bed. “But it might take a couple hours.”
I lowered my gaze over him, and when it landed below his hips, his covered cock jerked.
“Mmm,” I said, rising to my knees as the sight of Jagger’s arousal renewed my lust. “What should we do while we wait?”
“I’ve got a good fuckin’ idea.” Slade yanked the sheet away from us, and all I could think was that if Halo was the angel of the family, then I was more than happy to play the role of the devil wildcat.
Thank You
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If you haven’t yet read the Fallen Angel series, you can meet Jagger, Imogen, Slade, and the rest of the band in book one, HALO.
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