Naked Love

by Jones, Lisa Renee

  She caught Jack’s gaze as he seemed to be watching her, studying her response.

  “It’s his real talent. He considers it his life’s work.” Jack had finally pulled his cock out, and he sat there with his legs spread. His big, beautiful dick jutted out from the V of his thighs, and he stroked it up and down while he watched them. The purple crown and the drop of cream topping it held her attention even as Sam continued his slow devouring of her.

  Jack’s eyes heated up, going from his normally cool emerald to a warm green. He stroked himself again but swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, sweeping off the pre-cum. He leaned forward and put his finger to her mouth.

  “Taste me,” he demanded.

  She sucked his thumb into her mouth and tasted the salty essence of Jack Barnes. She sucked off every bit of that drop and longed for more. Jack pulled his thumb out and kissed her, tangling their tongues briefly before pulling away again. He winked at her and then moved lower.

  Her back arched off the bed as Jack captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Sam continued his assault. His mouth moved to her swollen clitoris, tonguing it as he thrust his fingers into her pussy.

  “Oh, oh, I’m gonna come again.” It was building inside, rising like a wave that threatened to overwhelm her.

  “Come on my mouth, baby,” Sam urged her. “Come all over my mouth. I’ll lick it all up.”

  “I think I might try that, too.” Jack growled, and he moved down her body. Like they’d done it a thousand times before, Sam replaced his fingers with his strong tongue, and she felt the heat of Jack’s mouth working her clit hard. She looked at the two heads working in time and felt her womb spasm as the orgasm raced through her. Her head fell back, and she let the sensation roll over her body in delicious waves of ecstasy. She stroked Jack’s soft black hair as she fell back to Earth.

  He and Sam licked and sucked for a while longer, doing exactly what Sam promised, trying to suck up all her cream. They teased and tormented her until she didn’t think she could take any more. Finally, Jack moved up to kiss her lips, and she opened like a flower for him. She was completely willing to do whatever these two men wanted. While Jack explored her mouth, Sam stayed between her legs. He seemed to be endlessly fascinated with her taste and smell and feel.

  “Did you like that, baby?” Jack’s voice was low and husky in her ear.

  “You know I did, Jack,” she said. “That was the best orgasm of my entire life. Thank you. Thank you, Sam.”

  She felt him smile against her pussy. “You’re welcome, darlin’. Just so you know, I am willing to work for food.”

  “I’ll remember that.” She laughed and for the first time in a long time, truly relaxed.

  * * *

  Jack’s cock was harder than he could ever remember it being, but he had more to prove to Abigail than the fact that he could get a raging erection. He took a deep breath and stood up. Quickly, he pulled his clothes off and lay back down beside her, putting a possessive hand over her belly.

  This time was different. He’d known it would be if they could simply get her into bed. He’d known sleeping with Abigail would mean something different than the encounters they’d had before. This time was more than sex. Seeing her in his big bed felt right, but he also was smart enough to know the fight wasn’t over yet.

  This was a woman who had no intentions of hanging around. He needed to find a way to make her want to stay because he had no intentions of some short-term affair.

  He was a careful man and he didn’t jump into anything long term easily, but weeks of knowing her, pursuing her, had taught him one thing. He wanted her, and that wasn’t a feeling that would be assuaged in a few weeks. He was beginning to think he might need a lifetime with this woman.

  Jack slowed down despite the throb in his cock. He had a couple of questions. Besides, Sam was still doing his thing. He’d moved up and started to nuzzle her magnificent tits. Jack cuddled up to the left side of her and kissed her mouth again. He was never going to get used to how he felt when he kissed her.

  Electric. Alive. So fucking possessive he could barely stand it.

  She moved restlessly as Sam laved her nipples.

  “Why four years, baby?” Jack brushed her pretty red hair back.

  Her voice was breathless, but she answered him immediately. “Too much going on. Ben was sick, and then I was mourning. I had a teenage daughter to raise. I didn’t have time, but if I had, I wouldn’t have found anything like this.”

  “So you haven’t had a relationship like this before.” Despite those hot books of hers, he would have bet his life she hadn’t actually tried ménage. “We’re your first.”

  And for damn sure your last.

  “Why would you think I’ve done this before?” Her hazel eyes were wide.

  Sam looked up from tonguing her nipples. “Baby, all the books you read are about ménage. It’s a reasonable assumption you might have tried it before.”

  Her face flushed, eyes going wide with obvious horror. “How do you know about my books?”

  Sam came up on her right side, and she was caught between them. “Darlin’, I found that box of dirty books in Christa’s garage.”

  Abigail tried to sit up, but Jack had her pinned down with a hand on her belly and a leg over hers. She gave Sam a stern look. “You went through my things?”

  Sam’s face was completely unrepentant. He laughed deep in his throat as he nuzzled her neck and his fingers played with her nipples. “Just your books, but if the rest of your stuff is half as hot as those books, I’ll inspect all of it.”

  Abby looked like she wanted to protest. It was definitely time to distract her. He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. Sam joined in, palming her breasts.

  “Do you want to check out my vibrator, too?” The question popped out of Abigail’s mouth and she turned a bright red.

  “Yes,” Sam replied quickly. “I would very much like to see your vibrator and any other sex toys you have.”

  “And all your lingerie.” Oh, she was fun to tease. He loved how her whole body flushed the sweetest pink when she was embarrassed. “I bet her vibrator is one of those little things. Women always buy vibrators too small. We should get her a butterfly.”

  Sam’s eyes lit up. “A strap-on with a remote control. We could make her wear it when she works at the café, and we could turn it on when she’s pouring coffee and watch her come.”

  “Whoa—” Abigail held her hands up. “I don’t think Christa would appreciate the lawsuit that would come when I spill coffee into someone’s lap because Sam dialed up my clitoral stimulation.”

  Jack put a finger over her lips. It was time to get serious. “Hush, now. Sam won’t be trying anything crazy, yet. Now, sweetheart, I need to know something.” His hand trailed down, and he traced a teasing design across her pussy. He loved the feel of her soft skin. He needed to make a few things plain before they continued. “Do you know what we want to do to you?”

  She took a deep breath before replying. “You want to have…make love to me?”

  Good girl for switching those words around. They were getting somewhere. “At the same time.”

  Sam’s hand slid under her backside to cup her ass. “One in your sweet pussy, and the other fucking that tight ass of yours. We want to fill you up.”

  “Sweetheart, have you ever had a man take you anally?” Jack thought he knew the answer to the question, but he wanted to be sure.

  Abigail chewed her bottom lip softly as she shook her head. “I’ve read about it, of course. It never came up in real life. I know I have a bad reputation, but I didn’t actually earn it. There was only Adam and then Ben. Adam and I talked about it, but we never did it. As for Ben, well, it wasn’t his style. I’m not opposed to it, but it scares me a little.”

  Sam cradled her against his chest. “Shh, it’s all right. We’re not demanding that tonight. We’ll get you ready for us.”

  “Sam’s right,” Jack cooed in her ear. “We hav
e all the time in the world to prepare you for that. Tonight, though, we’ll take turns. Sam, get the condoms.”

  Sam groaned a little but kissed her forehead and slid out of bed. Jack took full advantage, pulling Abby close, rolling his body over hers. He didn’t try to keep his weight off of her and she didn’t protest. Yes, this was what he needed. He needed her softness against him, all her warmth and feminine sweetness beneath him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with everything she had. His tongue delved in her mouth, seeking to fuse them together.

  His dick was so hard he could pound nails with it. Patience. He needed some as he parted her legs.

  She was so small and delicate compared to him. He sat up suddenly as Sam passed him a condom. Jack looked down at the erotic sight of Abigail spread out for his pleasure. She was gorgeous and soft and so fuckable he couldn’t stand it anymore. He tore the condom open and rolled it over his cock.

  He found his place at her core and moved inside her.

  “God,” Jack moaned as he began thrusting in short bursts, trying to work his dick into her incredibly small pussy. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel so good.”

  Her voice was shaky, deep in her throat. “I think you were right about my vibrator. It was definitely too small.”

  “Hush, baby. I’ll go slow. You’ll see that we fit together fine.” He didn’t let up but he was gentle.

  Sam moved in beside her. His hands began smoothing back her hair. “It’s all right, baby. You’re so beautiful. I wanted you the minute I saw you. I took one look and said I am gonna make that woman mine.”

  Abigail relaxed as Sam talked to her and his hands caressed her breasts. Jack’s patience paid off as he managed to thrust in to the base of his cock. He held himself still over her, waiting for her to adjust. After a moment, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, an insistent plea.

  “It feels good, Jack.” Her eyes were half closed, and a dreamy smile came to her lips.

  “That’s right,” Sam said happily. “Give yourself to us. We’ll make you feel so good.”

  Her hot pussy was a vise around his cock. He needed to move. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to thrust and twist his hips. He sought the perfect angle to make her fly.

  “Oh, Jack,” she cried out.

  He looked into her eyes. She was close. It was a good thing, too, because his balls were starting to draw up. He nodded to Sam to let him know he was close. Sam’s talented fingers tugged on her nipples. Abby’s head fell back as she came. Jack picked up the pace, content he’d taken care of her and could seek his own release. He spread her legs apart, hooking her knees over his elbows, leaving her completely exposed. He thrust forward, and he could feel his tight balls against her ass. He pulled back and thrust again. His body tensed, and he exploded inside her. He continued to thrust until he emptied himself, then fell forward into her arms. His chest heaved like he’d run a race. He breathed in her smell.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her as he laid his head on her chest. She felt perfect there. He kissed her breast reverently and felt one of Abigail’s hands tangle in his hair. He saw she was doing the same to Sam, and he was perfectly satisfied that they hadn’t scared her off. She’d liked everything they had done to her so far.

  But he knew damn well tomorrow would start the fight to keep her all over again.

  After a moment’s sweet rest, Jack rolled off her and she protested the loss of his warmth.

  The minute he got up to dispose of the condom, Sam was on top of her. Jack laughed at the speed with which his partner took over. He was on top of her before she knew what was happening.

  “My turn.” Sam had the smile of an eager puppy.

  “I’m in trouble.” She laughed as her arms wound around Sam’s waist.

  Weren’t they all?

  7

  Sam’s head came up as he heard the door slam. He sat up in bed and immediately looked for Abby.

  All night he’d been warm and happy. Normally he slept in his own room. He didn’t complain, but he honestly didn’t like sleeping alone. The night before, he’d slept like a baby, curled up against her, knowing that Jack was on the other side.

  Where had that woman gone?

  He yawned and stretched, every muscle singing as he moved toward the window. She was probably in the bathroom. There was a thought. She would want to take a nice long shower, and he could help her with that. A vision of Abby all soapy and warm made his dick come back to life.

  Then he knew that wasn’t going to happen because he saw Abby on the porch, her purse in hand.

  “Damn it.” He went for his jeans because the housekeeper and the hands would be wandering around at this time of day. “She’s running, Jack.”

  He poked his partner’s back. Jack was asleep on his stomach and didn’t look too concerned that Abby was making a break for it.

  Sam looked down at the bed they’d shared with the glorious redhead. He looked at the clock. It was a little past seven. It was way too early to be up on a Sunday.

  “I’m going after her.” Sam wasn’t sure where she thought she was going. “What is she thinking? We’re miles from town.”

  Jack stirred at the sound but waved him off and pulled a pillow over his head to drown out the noise. Sam zipped up his jeans and reached for a shirt. He came up with Jack’s, but that didn’t matter. Where were his boots? He couldn’t go running after her barefoot. “That highway is dangerous. There’s no place for her to walk. She could get run over, damn it.”

  “She isn’t walking,” Jack grumbled.

  Sam heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming. He went back to the window, this time jerking the curtains open so he could see the whole of the yard. Jack groaned as light flooded the room. Abby was in Jack’s truck. It purred to life and he knew he was too late. Sam sat down on the bed as the truck screamed out of the driveway.

  She was gone. She’d left. Without even saying good-bye.

  Jack’s head came up as he heard the truck’s gears strip. He smiled a little. “I swear if she wrecks my truck, I am gonna paddle her bottom raw.”

  He didn’t get Jack’s calm demeanor. He was panicked, but Jack simply yawned and settled back down, pulling the quilt over his body. What the hell was happening this morning? He’d been sure Jack had been as crazy about Abby as he was. Last night had been the best sex of his life, but what if it hadn’t been the same for Jack? Sam had spent the last five weeks of his life chasing after Abigail every free minute he had. He thought after last night that the relationship was settled. It looked like he was wrong.

  “What the hell are you panicking over?” Jack’s eyes were sleepy as he yawned and rested his head in his hand.

  “I’m not panicking.” That was a lie because he kind of was. How could she have left like that? It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a woman sneak out on him before. Hell, he’d done the same, but he hadn’t expected it from her. It hurt. They’d connected and she’d run.

  Jack rolled his eyes. “I can feel it from here, and it’s disturbing my sleep. Don’t worry about Abigail. She’ll be back in this bed tonight. She might run, but she won’t get very far. She’s got a shift at the café starting at nine.”

  “How do you know that?”

  Jack stretched. “Because after you fell asleep she told me she couldn’t miss her shift. I explained that we would get her there one way or another,” he said with a satisfied grin.

  “Then why did she leave without waking us up?”

  Jack sat up, his back against the headboard. “Because she’s scared. We were overwhelming last night.”

  “You don’t think we hurt her?”

  “No. She’s scared because she feels something for us,” Jack said. “To tell you the truth, I’m happy she ran. I’d be worried if she’d gotten up and fixed breakfast and acted nonchalant. She’s a forever kind of girl, and this morning she’s worried she had a crazy on
e-night stand. It was easier to take the truck and expect that we’ll come and pick it up from her in a public place than to face us in private.”

  Sam felt his eyebrows came together in perfect consternation. “But we told her how we feel about her.”

  “And no man ever lied to a woman like Abigail to get what he wanted?” Jack yawned. “She’s no untried girl. She’s been through a lot. She doesn’t trust us yet, but she will. Right now, she’s coming up with a whole bunch of silly reasons that last night happened. She’s calling it a one-night stand and thinking it won’t happen again. She’s doing it all because she’s trying to protect herself in case we decide we’re done with her. We have to get her thinking straight, and then she won’t have anywhere to go except right back to us. I’ll get her for us, Sam. You do your good cop routine, and I’ll be the big bad boy. No woman can resist it. Have I ever let you down before?”

  Sam took a long breath and released the worry. He would trust in his partner. He had ever since the day when he was fifteen and had been placed in a group care home. Jack Barnes had quietly threatened the other boys in the house with egregious bodily harm if one of them touched the young, terrified Sam Fleetwood. Sam had lost his mom and dad, and he’d stuck by Jack ever since. Jack was bigger and tougher than anyone he’d met before or since.

  “Not once, Jack,” he said with a grateful smile.

  Jack’s years in foster care had given him street smarts that Sam still didn’t possess. He knew what could have happened to him if Jack hadn’t been there. He knew because most of it had happened to Jack.

  “It’s gonna be all right,” Jack promised. “Now get some more sleep. Chasing that woman is going to be damn tiring work.”

  Sam laid back down with a smile on his face because Jack was in charge. He didn’t have anything to worry about.

  * * *

  Abby answered her cell phone without bothering to look at the number. It was a mistake she made because she was so flustered she wasn’t thinking straight.