by Maya Nicole
"I know you were pissed and scared, and I respect that was how you felt, but yelling at me? I couldn't just stand there and watch them hurt my friend or anyone for that matter. I know it was stupid, and reckless, and horribly impulsive. I already feel like enough of a fuck up, I don't need you to remind me of it by yelling at me or giving me the silent treatment." I popped the other half of the marshmallow in my mouth.
"You aren't a fuck up." He moved his chair closer to me, the sound of the metal legs scrapping on the roof. He grabbed my wrist and brought my sticky fingers to his lips. "I just really like you and you could have been hurt or killed."
I shut my eyes as he put my fingers in his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. He pulled them out with a pop and yanked my arm towards him, pulling me into his lap. I laced my fingers behind his neck and put my forehead against his.
"If you ever yell at me again, I will spank you." He made a noise in his throat and slid his hand under my shirt to rest on my side.
"The only one that will be doing any spanking is me." I shivered as his cold hand moved up my stomach and traced the band of my bra. "What color is it?"
"Black." He made a satisfied noise in his throat at my answer and kissed my neck.
We heard the door to the roof open and Olly and Asher sat back down. I looked over at them and sighed as Tobias continued to pepper my neck with kisses. I pulled away, but stayed in his lap. I wasn't sure what the etiquette was for PDA in front of your other boyfriends.
"So what are our next steps with the Fallen?"
"For you two?" Asher pointed at me and Olly with his beer. "Nothing. We went with a few of the archangels and Michael's soldiers last night back to St. Luke and they had already moved their entire operation. They must have an older angel working with them because no one could get a read on them."
I went to move off Tobias's lap, but he held me in place, his fingers digging into my waist.
"They've been recruiting on the streets. Now that Levi isn't going to be interfering and none of them saw Asher, he's going to go undercover and find out where they are. We don't know how long it's going to take for him to infiltrate, they are probably going to be very cautious now."
"What about your business?" What I really wanted to say was what about me. It was a selfish thing to think, but the idea of him joining them made me sick to my stomach.
"I have foremen who will run things while I'm gone. I won't be able to come back here until this is all over. I won't risk them ruining this part of my life." Asher swirled the beer that was left in his bottle and drank it down. "Let's go inside, I'm getting cold."
I should have known when we all sat on the couch that things were going to take an interesting turn. Especially when Asher turned off the lights, the only light coming from a lamp by the bed and the television.
It started with Asher's hand rubbing my leg is slow circles. He had a slight smirk on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing. I felt the tips of my ears burn slightly at the thought of him touching me in front of the others. My legs parted slightly and I saw Tobias glance over at the movement and watch Asher as he trailed his hand up and down my inner thigh along the seam of my jeans. I could already feel the wetness building between my legs.
He raised his eyebrows at Asher and then put his hand on my other thigh, massaging it with firm squeezes. I just about let out a moan at the thought of both of them touching my naked body. Would they even want to do something like that? I was down for anything, but we hadn't exactly discussed how it was going to work when we were all together and they all wanted me.
"Boys, behave..." I whispered looking over at Olly. Now I really wished I hadn't been taking things slow with him because I was pretty sure by the way the other two were touching me that they were in the mood and didn't care if they had to share.
It's not like we could go into another room. I mean there was the bathroom, but I didn't want my first threesome to be in a bathroom.
Olly was so engrossed in watching the Marvel action flick he picked he wasn't even paying us any attention. At least not yet.
Asher turned his body towards me and kissed my neck, trailing his hand to cup me between the legs. I bit my lip and tried to focus on the movie. Tobias took my hand and kissed my wrist before slowly moving up my arm with his lips. I squirmed slightly, feeling the tickling between my legs increase, the need to be touched already reaching a point of discomfort.
"What are you doing?" I sighed and slid on the couch so I could rest my neck on the back cushion.
"Are you complaining?" Asher kissed under my ear before moving his hand to unbutton my jeans.
My breath got louder and I sunk into the couch as Tobias's hand moved up my shirt and Asher slipped his hand into my pants, cupping my wet panties.
"How long do you think it will take for angel baby over there to notice anything is going on?" Asher said once Tobias had moved his lips to the other side of my neck.
"I think the bigger question is what is he going to do when he does look over here," Tobias said glancing in his direction.
"Pull your pants down a little. They're too tight." Asher mumbled against my neck, his fingers tracing around my belly button.
A hand slipped back under my shirt and pushed my bra up over my breasts, giving easy access to my nipples. I lifted my ass and slid my pants and panties down. Asher's hand found my clit and leisurely moved his fingers across it. I stifled my moan and glanced over at Olly.
I half expected him not to notice, but his eyes met mine. He put a finger to his lip to tell me to be quiet. The gesture had me closing my eyes and putting my head back on the couch.
"Do you want him to see?" Tobias kissed down my jaw. "We can stop."
"Don't stop" I moaned, finally giving in to the sounds my body wanted to make.
Tobias moved off the couch and knelt in front of me, taking off my pants and spreading my legs. Asher took care of my shirt and bra. Olly took in an audible gulp of air and my eyes went back to him. His eyes were locked on my exposed pussy as Tobias kneaded my inner thighs and then pulled me to the edge of the couch and buried his face between my legs.
"Fuck..." My hips bucked as his tongue dove into me, his thumb circling my clit. His mouth devoured me like I was his last supper.
Asher moved his lips to mine and pulled my lip between his teeth as I moved my hand to his pants and unbuttoned them. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Olly unbutton his own pants and pull out his cock. The thought of all three of them at once sent the first wave of pleasure crashing through my body, my legs trying to squeeze shut and my body shaking.
Asher stood and took off his pants, grabbing the base of his dick and pumping it a few times. "How do we want to do this?"
I couldn't help it, I giggled. Maybe it was all the endorphins from my orgasm or the sheer fact we were about to have a very awkward conversation.
"Smooth man, real smooth." Tobias rolled his eyes and leisurely moved his thumb over my clit, sending lightning bolt jolts up my spine. He looked over at Olly who sat quietly stroking himself. "Are you going to join in?"
"I just want to watch tonight. If that's okay with Danica." He looked at me with an almost embarrassed look on his face. I gave him a nod of approval.
I pulled myself up so I was sitting and clamped my legs shut, my clit needing a brief break from the assault Tobias had rained down upon it. I looked up at the men in front of me, in various states of undress.
I grabbed Asher's hand and tugged him down so he was on top of me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He moaned against my lips as he grinded into me, his dick moving across my folds. He pulled back and put my calves over his shoulders before slowly sinking into me with a groan.
"Fuck, this will never get old," he said kissing one of my calves and moving slowly, almost obnoxiously slow, like he was savoring every thrust. Tobias watched us, dick in hand, like he was trying to figure out what his next move was.
"Come here. I want you in my mouth." I licked my
lips and waited for him to take the two steps to the couch. I couldn't exactly reach him from my spot. "Kneel behind my head, then you can watch."
Asher moved one of my legs to drape on the back of the couch, giving an unobstructed view to both me and Tobias. Tobias climbed on the couch on his knees, his dick hanging in front of my lips. I took him in my mouth, one of my hands wrapping firmly around the base.
The room filled with moans as Asher's pace increased and my mouth sucked and licked Tobias. I heard a sharp inhale of breath from the other end of the couch and then a shaky exhale. I had almost forgotten that Olly was watching and the thought of him coming all over his hand as he got off on seeing the three of us was almost too much.
"Harder," I mumbled around Tobias's cock. He groaned and leaned forward on one hand, the other going to my clit. His hips were slowly thrusting his cock deeper in my throat, stifling my moans.
"I'm going to fucking cum if you do that," I heard Asher growl as his thrusts became harder and more erratic. I knew exactly what he was talking about when I felt Tobias's mouth close around my clit and suck it between his teeth.
My entire body seemed to combust as Asher dove into me hard and spilled himself in my clenching pussy. I cried out around Tobias's cock, moving one of my hands to his balls and massaging them. He came with a curse, spilling into my mouth.
I swallowed and pulled him out of my mouth, my heart beating wildly, my breaths short and deep. My ears were ringing and my toes felt like they had just woken up from falling asleep.
Tobias plopped back next to my head and smoothed his fingers across my forehead. "I'm glad I wasn't a stubborn asshole about this whole concept."
Asher pulled out of me, the emptiness without him making me shiver. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over me. "That was fucking mind blowing." He pulled my legs into his lap and ran his hands over my blanketed calves. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, catching our breaths.
"How is it going to work with three of us?" Olly was buttoning up his pants and didn't look up. If blushing had a sound, it would have been the sound of his voice.
"We'll make it work angel baby. When you're ready to join, we'll take care of you," Asher said surprising the shit out of me. I looked at Asher who was looking at Olly with a small smile turning up the corners of his lips.
"So about that name... angel baby. It's not very creative. Last night I thought it would be cool if we had walkie talkies or those secret service ear pieces. Then we could have those nicknames people say on them. Danica's could be something with sexy in it. Tobias could be Dirty Teach or something. Asher you could be Whiskey Dick. What do you guys think of Golden Cherub for me?"
The perfect way to end the night was wiping tears off my face from laughing so hard.
Chapter Seventeen
Asher
The name Danica means 'the morning star' which I discovered when I Googled her after we first met. I might not have known her for very long, but she was the first thing I thought about in the morning. She was my morning star. Which made it that much harder that I couldn't see her, talk to her, or even fucking text her.
I groaned as I rolled over on the crappy mattress in a crappy motel just on the outskirts of downtown Los Angeles. Five years ago I wouldn't have given a shit about a lumpy mattress with questionable stains on the bedspread, but now I cared. I could never go back to that life, the life of a lost Fallen.
With my third day undercover behind me, it seemed this mission was futile. I never thought I'd be on another mission, but here I was, following Michael's orders yet again. It better be fucking worth it.
I sat up and cradled my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. The last few weeks had reopened wounds I had thought were mostly behind me. I had a routine with familiar places, people, sounds, smells. Now the mild comfort it had given me had vanished and was replaced by a tightness in my gut that only disappeared when Danica was around. Or when Oliver touched me.
I tossed and turned on the couch, willing myself to sleep. I hadn't wanted to try to infiltrate the Fallen. There were too many unknown variables, but Michael had convinced me that if I helped then he would personally escort me to another review board hearing.
On the eve of uncertainty, I found myself back in the trenches, gunfire whizzing past my ears, blood soaking my clothing. I let out a frustrated grunt and made my way to the bathroom. I glanced in the direction of the bed where three forms were sleeping peacefully. Lucky bastards.
I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit and gripped the edge of the counter in frustration. Why couldn't it all just fucking stop?
The bathroom door slid open and my head snapped in that direction, my heartrate increasing. Another unknown variable taunting me. Oliver slid in, sliding the door shut behind him.
"Are you okay?" He looked and sounded half asleep, his eyes squinting at the bright light in the bathroom.
"Not your problem," I said between clenched teeth. I just wanted to be alone and I most certainly didn't want to be bothered by Oliver, who half the time used my last slivers of patience.
He walked farther into the large bathroom and leaned his hip against the vanity. I felt his eyes on me and looked at him again.
"Do you need to take a piss or what?" I let go of the counter and crossed my arms over my bare chest, feeling exposed, which was interesting considering he had just watched Toby and I have sex with Danica.
"I heard you on the couch and was worried. You could come sleep with us in the bed." He moved away from the vanity and blocked my path out of the bathroom.
I stared at him, man he had some cojones coming into the bathroom like this. I moved forward to step around him and he grabbed my arm. My knees nearly gave out as a wave of calmness washed over me.
"I'll sleep right next to you, you don't have to sleep alone anymore," he said softly.
I felt my eyes burning with tears and kept my eyes glued to his hand on my forearm. I cleared my throat. "Can't risk it. I'd never forgive myself if I did something in my sleep."
"Then let me sleep with you on the couch." His hand squeezed my arm and he started moving towards the door, not letting go.
I followed him, not being able to resist whatever comfort he was giving me. It was more intense than it had been back at the hospital when he had fallen on top of me.
He laid down on the couch on his side and looked up at me. I glanced at the bottle of whiskey sitting open on the coffee table and then back at him. He shook his head and patted the couch. Fuck.
I sat down and felt his hand touch the middle of my back. I took a deep breath and laid down, his chest against my back, his arms wrapping around me.
The memory of the best night's sleep I had ever had, plagued me now as I grabbed my wrinkled clothes off the chair and put them. Oliver was now on my mind almost as frequently as Danica and I didn't know if I liked it or not.
For the past three nights I had wandered the streets and nothing came of it. I was sleep deprived and I smelled like something the cat drug in. I don't know what Michael really expected, for them to just come up to me and recruit me?
It was just before sunrise and traffic was virtually nonexistent in this area. I passed a few shops and bars as I made my way away from the motel and turned down an alley. I had been frequenting this alley since it had large painted angel wings on the brick. That had to mean something, right?
I leaned against the wall, my back right in the center of those damn wings and waited. There was no way that someone would paint these down a narrow alley unless they meant something, at least that's what I kept telling myself.
I waited for an hour and then pushed off the wall, shuffling the rest of the way down the alley. It was fucking depressing here. Years ago I was living this way, moving around aimlessly, sleeping in doorways, sleeping on sidewalks.
I exited the alley and made my way past makeshift tents made of ripped blue tarps, sleeping figures in sleeping bags, countles
s shopping carts. Where were the guardian angels when these people needed them? Clearly their own damn people didn't care enough to have a shred of humanity. And here I was being a hypocrite because I didn't help them myself.
I took a seat on the curb and ran my hands through my tangled and greasy hair. I had only encountered a few Fallen the past few nights, but they were all solo and high or drunk out of their minds. I might be out here for weeks before I even encounter the Fallen I'm after.
I'm not one that really believes that things happen because you are thinking about them, but sure as shit not a minute after wallowing in the idea of spending more time out here, a gray van turned down the street and slowly made its way in my direction. I could sense two of them in the van. They were going slow because they could sense me too.
The van pulled just past where I was and then stopped. I kept my eyes fixed on the ground until a pair of black combat boots came into my line of sight.
"Hey man, you look like you could use a warm meal and a shower. Interested?"
I looked up and squinted at the Fallen in front of me. He needed to work on his delivery because that sounded like a fucking proposition. Literally.
"What's the price? I'm not into dicks."
The guy held his hands up in front of himself in defense. "Woah man, not like that. Just trying to help a brother out who's down on his luck."
"I'm not your brother," I said, standing and nodding my chin towards the van. "You and your buddy murdering homeless Fallen?"
He laughed and put out his hand. I could see why this guy was the one to approach me, he was charming in a serial killer type of way. "Name's Paul. If you'll come to breakfast, I might have a job opportunity for you."
I eyed his hand warily. I had to make this shit believable because if I was too eager then they might question my sanity. The goal was to get in and get close fast.