This Is a Dark Ride

by Melissa Harlow

  “Everything off!” Brody’s demanding voice made Sam’s stomach twist. Sam looked toward the bedroom doorway, meeting Angel’s wide eyes.

  She turned away quickly, as if to go back into the bedroom.

  “Come out here, Angel,” Brody said. Sam wondered how Brody knew she was there. He must have heard her, or he just felt her presence.

  “I want you here. Sam wants you here.”

  Why did Brody tell her that? Brody knew. She knew. Everyone knew but him. Why was he the only one who wasn’t sure?

  Angel turned and looked at him again.

  “Get those clothes off, Sam. I want to look at you. Show Angel how beautiful you are.”

  Sam obeyed and slid his underwear down, his gaze locked on to Angel’s. She looked as vulnerable as he felt. His cock sprang out, jutting in front of him, hard and oozing. His underwear slipped to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Standing there naked before both her and Brody, Sam’s face warmed and he fought the urge to cover himself.

  “Chair,” Brody said.

  Sam trembled, but there was no fear in his shaking. Excitement and adrenaline raced through him. He moved a chair away from the table and paused to look at it. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. Slowly he bent over it and rested his forearms on the seat while gripping the front with his hands. He squirmed, trying to get comfortable, and then spread his feet to the outsides of the legs. The back of the chair hit midbelly, a perfect height, raising his ass and displaying it for Brody…and Angel.

  He expected Brody to spank him. They had both enjoyed this game many times, except that no one had ever seen. No one had ever watched before.

  “Ask for it,” Brody said. “Ask for your punishment.”

  “Please, Brody. Please will you punish me?” There was a tremble in his voice that had nothing to do with fear. Sam’s stomach fluttered.

  Brody moved behind him, and all the muscles in Sam’s back tensed. Sam tried not to tighten his ass as Brody delivered the first slap. He administered several more in quick succession, and Sam’s ass began to glow with the familiar, sweet heat he remembered so well. The sting. Sam had given up long ago trying to decide why he loved this. It only mattered that he did.

  Brody did not let up, and the glow morphed into genuine pain, but Sam bit his lower lip and remained still. He could hurt for Brody. He wanted to hurt for Brody. He yearned for the pain Brody inflicted with such passion.

  Brody struck him harder. Sam lifted his head and arched his back, groaning, as pleasure and pain mingled into a red-hot blaze. A small whine escaped him. He was out of practice at this game.

  At the count of fifteen, Brody stopped and laid his hand on Sam’s back. Brody’s hand was hotter than a branding iron. Sam whimpered but didn’t move.

  “Come here, Angel,” Brody said.

  Soft footfalls on the carpet. Angel was behind him. He wanted to turn his head and try and look behind him, but he did not.

  “Feel him,” Brody said. His tone of voice with Angel was gentle. Sam liked that; he didn’t see how anyone could talk to her in any other way. She needed gentleness.

  Angel’s cold hand rested on his stinging buttock, and Sam bit back a moan. He held his breath then, anticipating her giving him a smack. She did not.

  She caressed the burning skin with tender, loving strokes, her gentle hand soothing the burn of Brody’s punishment. Sam sighed and drank in the pleasure.

  “So sweet, isn’t it, Sam? Being touched like that?”

  Not sure that he could form coherent words, Sam grunted in affirmation.

  “They’re like drugs,” Brody said in a faraway voice. “Women. They take you to a place that’s soft and warm, a place you don’t want to come back from.”

  The brush of Brody’s hand across Sam’s lower back made him jump.

  “Nothing wrong with wanting it. Why shouldn’t you?” Brody continued. “I’ve seen how you look at her, wondering what it would feel like to have her under you. To suck her nipples, to lick her pretty little clit, to bury your cock in her pussy.”

  Sam shuddered against the chair. He ached. He ached for all those things, and yet he ached for Brody as well. It couldn’t be that way. He wasn’t that way. He loved Brody, loved him so much that sometimes he was sure his heart would burst from the sheer force of it.

  Brody found Sam’s cock and began to stroke. Each glide of Brody’s hand was heaven. Skin on skin, those long fingers that had once flawlessly played piano encircled Sam’s cock with just as much skill. Sam shuddered and forgot everything he had just been thinking about.

  “Let go, Samson,” Brody said. “Just let go. It’s time to live.” Brody went to the bedroom door and held his hand out. All Sam had to do was go.

  His temples throbbed, a pulsing beat, until the only thing he could hear was his heart pounding in his ears as he moved toward that doorway. He followed Brody into the bedroom, feeling like he was watching himself in a dream.

  It was a good dream. Angel was there. She was in his dreams all the time since he’d first seen her.

  He’d wanted those dreams to stop. To go away. Now, suddenly, he was grateful they hadn’t.

  He wanted her. It was okay with Brody. There was no turning back. His old Brody was back, just the way he wanted. Maybe it was because of Angel.

  Whatever happened, he would worry about later.

  “Just let go. It’s time to live.”

  Chapter Eight

  Sex didn’t scare her, at least not anymore. She was desensitized now. Unaffected. It was just an act, something that she did, waiting for it to be over. Why was it so frightening to want this?

  Standing in the doorway of Brody and Sam’s bedroom, she wasn’t scared. She was terrified. She was intruding, witnessing things between them that she was certain no one ever had.

  Brody’s dominance. Sam’s submission. The way Sam worshipped Brody. They were perfect together. Beautiful, each flawlessly made for the other. Why was she here? Her legs shook. There was no place for her here. Brody put his arms around Sam, and their mouths met. Everything else stopped, and she saw only their need—their love for each other. They were fused, the two becoming one.

  Angel’s breath caught in her throat. As much as she had enjoyed kissing both Brody and Sam, watching Brody kissing Sam was scorching. The slide of Brody’s tongue across Sam’s lower lip gave her a shiver.

  Their masculine beauty was mesmerizing. Two men who truly loved one another; between the two of them it was much more than just sex. The way they looked at one another, the way they touched, the love they shared was evident.

  Shyness and hesitation bubbled up in her. Two things she hadn’t allowed herself to feel since she had left home. There was no room for those emotions in the world she lived in. At least not until Brody and Sam came into her life.

  The person she hadn’t been in a long time now stood there in that doorway. The outsider. The ugly girl with no friends. The one the popular kids made fun of.

  She wanted to turn and run. This was not where she belonged. Run. Like she’d done before—just run away. Except what exactly was she running from this time? Not her stepfather, not anymore. If she ran now, she was just running away from herself…from what she wanted…needed. In strange dreams and fantasies she’d already done this with them, but reality was different.

  “Come here,” Brody said to her with such gentleness in his voice.

  Numbly she went to him. She stared, uncertain what to say, uncertain what was going to happen next. She stood there trembling, but she didn’t run away, because she did trust him. She was safe here—no one was going to hurt her.

  There would be no hurtful words here, no insults. No one making her believe she was a nothing.

  “Are you all right with this, Angel?” Brody asked.

  All right with what? She wasn’t sure. She could feel her lower lip quivering. “What’s…what’s going to happen?”

  “Whatever you want to happen.” Brody kissed her tenderly.
Quick and fleeting, it was nothing like the masterful kiss he’d just given Sam. He pulled his head back, leaving her wishing for more. The desire for more helped to quell the rising panic in her belly.

  Staring over at Sam, she realized she was ready for whatever was going to happen. He had shown her a part of him she was certain no one but Brody had ever seen, and there must have been a reason for that. Brody undressed her slowly, as if he was opening a special Christmas gift. Sam watched, seated on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes burning into her skin. He was naked, his huge cock jutting upward. Her gaze lingered on it for a few seconds. She’d heard women make remarks about men with big cocks, say things that made it sound like a good thing, but as she stared she realized her only thoughts were that it was going to hurt to have him inside of her.

  “She’s pretty, isn’t she, Sam?” Brody said in a smooth voice.

  “She’s beautiful.” Sam melted her with those words, just as he had done before.

  Brody pushed her hair back from her face. “You’re just what we need, Angel. You have no idea how much you have changed things here, or how much we care about you.”

  His tone was soothing, but the word we resonated through her. Not just sex with Sam, but sex with Brody. How would that work? At the same time? She didn’t like sex with one. Two would be a bit much now, wouldn’t it?

  Mental calculations started in her head. How long would it take to finish them both and be done with this? Brody had saved her, and Sam had left her breathless with a kiss. Was it really going to be so bad? She was a whore. She’d had sex with men for money. She couldn’t do it for free with Sam and Brody?

  You’re a nothing. A big, fat nothing. Shut up and spread your legs, be grateful anyone even wants you.

  “Lie down,” Brody said.

  She tilted her head, looking into his face. Brody didn’t look at her like she was a nothing. In fact, since the first time her eyes had actually focused on his face that horrible night, he had looked at her with a tender concern. Sam didn’t look at her like she was a nothing either. They looked at her like she was special. Special.

  “I’m afraid.” Was that her voice? That tiny squeak?

  “So is Sam.” He went to Sam and stroked his hair. “There’s nothing here to be afraid of. I promise.”

  Brody wasn’t just talking to her; she knew he was addressing Sam as well. She watched Brody’s hands, etched with veins, long, slender fingers slipping through Sam’s hair. Sam sighed, his eyes closed, a sublime look on his face, drinking in the pleasure of being touched by the man he loved. The two of them together were magnificent.

  But there was something to be afraid of. Wanting this. That was a lot to be afraid of. When you wanted…when you needed, you left yourself open to pain. She didn’t want to spend a few minutes being special and then go back to being nothing.

  She took a step back. “I can’t…”

  Brody nodded. “You can. Just come here.”

  Sam opened his eyes slowly and lifted his gaze to hers. “I’m not scared to say I want this, if you’ll say it too,” he said.

  “It’s going to be…awkward. I mean after…” She was initially only stalling, but now she’d said it out loud, she could see things could become exactly that way. She cared very much about the both of them. Being an extra wheel would only cause problems none of them needed.

  What she needed to do was be sensible. She had a safe place to stay here. Why screw that up just to roll around and get sweaty with them? It wouldn’t be worth it. “We shouldn’t—”

  “Come here.” Brody was different. He wasn’t a skinny, shaking junkie. Angel could see in him exactly what Sam saw: a confident, dominant man.

  Her legs wobbled as she walked toward the bed. Panic boiled up inside of her, a jumble of fear and worry that made her ball her hands into tight fists, squeezing her fingers until they grew numb.

  Just do it and get it over with.

  Brody patted the spot beside Sam, and she sat down, grateful to no longer have to stand. Angel drank in the warmth that radiated from Sam’s naked skin, and she suddenly realized she was cold. A shiver went through her, and she trembled, aware that her bare breasts shook.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Brody said. “Not of anything…especially not of this.” One hand slid beneath her breast and then cupped it. Brody lifted it as his other hand touched Sam’s hair.

  Brody urged Sam on, but the eagerness with which Sam’s mouth took her breast told her he needed little encouragement. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the tugging sensation of Sam’s warm mouth on her nipple. Brody’s fingertips traced the faint blue veins of her breasts.

  She stroked Sam’s hair. “That feels good.”

  Apparently encouraged by her praise, he sucked a little harder and rolled her other nipple between his fingers with a little pinch that made her gasp. His tentative exploration grew more confident. She opened her eyes so she could watch him. She needed to see him—to see him doing this to her. Brody was right beside Sam, holding her breasts up like some sort of offering.

  Brody put his face by Sam’s and then kissed his cheek.

  Sam released her nipple and turned toward Brody, and Brody caught Sam’s mouth in a hard, openmouthed kiss. Their tongues tangled together; both took little licks at her now rigid nipple, twining together, two tongues becoming one. An unfamiliar sound escaped her lips. A small, whimpering moan. The panic inside of her was gone…replaced by something bigger, something much more potent.

  Need.

  One of Sam’s huge hands covered one of hers, and he caressed the top of her knuckles. His touch comforted her, soothed her. Gradually she allowed her hands to relax.

  Angel’s whole body tensed as Brody laid his hands on her thighs. Slowly, relentlessly he pushed them apart. Part of her wanted to clamp them back shut. Squirm away. Angel forced herself to remain still, remembering the way she had allowed herself to trust him the night he washed her.

  “Beautiful. She is so beautiful, isn’t she, Sam?” Brody murmured.

  She felt the two of them—they were both just looking at her. She thought she should be embarrassed by their scrutiny, but the expressions of awe and appreciation on their faces made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

  Then she was on her back, her ankles tangled in the sheets, her hair caught behind her, pulling uncomfortably, and she had a strange feeling in her belly as Brody’s fingers opened her. Like he did when he had checked her, except that wasn’t what he was doing now.

  With his thumb and index finger he parted her labia wide. Sam’s eyes shifted from her face and focused between her legs. She shivered from both the cool air of the bedroom touching her there, and Sam’s intense stare.

  “You are very beautiful…everywhere,” Sam said in a whisper as Brody held her spread.

  Sam’s hand skimmed over her thigh and touched her mound. Angel shook as Brody slipped his finger inside of her. When Sam’s finger joined his, she squirmed. It was too much, both of their fingers there at once. She grabbed a handful of sheet and squeezed. Her pussy was drenched; despite the doubts in her mind, it was quite clear what her body wanted. Shame and pleasure mingled at the wet squelching sounds.

  Brody pulled his finger to the side, opening her, until Sam did the same, pulling in the other direction, stretching her wide between their fingers. Sam’s cheek brushed her inner thigh, and he stopped to place a soft, wet kiss there.

  Sam, who had never done this before. Sam, who had never been with a woman. Both of those things made her chest tighten as Sam’s lips found her clit and sucked it just as gently as he’d done to her nipple. His mouth was hot. Her clit swelled in his lips—reaching out to him. More. It wanted more. She wanted more.

  The flying feeling returned. It was as if she could hear wind rushing by her ears as she soared. It wasn’t the wind; her own heartbeat thundered in her ears. Weird thoughts went through her, thoughts of how this seemed wrong. Wrong, not because it could drastically change the way things
were between them, but it was the idea that she loved the both of them far too much for this to be happening. The only sex she’d had in her life was unwanted, with people she didn’t like. It was something she associated with cruelty and hate. It wasn’t normal to feel that way and she knew it, but the idea of wanting sex still seemed very wrong.

  Sam’s eager mouth made it easy to stop thinking and just let things be. The tip of his tongue was a hot, flickering ember on her clit. He was patient. Tireless. Each swipe of his tongue made that ember glow brighter. Angel sucked her breath in, never wanting it to end. He continued until she writhed, rising up to meet it. The heat of his breath, the sensations of his tongue exploring and teasing. Fire rained down, and sparks of the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever known blazed through her.

  She lifted her ass, pushing herself against his mouth. Desperate. Reckless. Her back arched and her toes curled until it all ebbed away except for a few fluttering spasms.

  “Was that okay?” He raised his head between her thighs, his mouth shiny from her juices.

  “I…” I have no idea. No one ever did that before. She couldn’t speak…couldn’t answer him, only managed to nod her head.

  Brody kissed Sam again, and the soft, wet sounds drove a new need, a new ache through her. One of them made a small humming sound. It was Brody.

  “You taste like pussy,” he said. The words were muffled by Sam’s lips. “My turn now.”

  Brody’s mouth was on her—different, much different than Sam’s. Rougher and yet he seemed to know exactly where she needed to be touched. There was no soft exploration, no teasing. Like a missile, he zeroed in on his target without mercy. She clenched her jaw, trying to fight the torrent of sensations. Her clit still tingled from Sam’s tongue as Brody began to suck. He dragged the orgasm from her, sucking it right out through her clit. Angel’s cries were muffled by Sam’s lips. He kissed her mouth, his face still wet from the orgasm he’d given her. His mouth didn’t taste the same. Tangy. It was her. She tasted herself on his lips.