Lost in Bliss

by Lexi Blake

  Rafe’s fingers pinched at her nipples. His teeth bit gently at her neck. “That’s not the way this evening is going to go. I told you. This night is about me and Cam taking charge. We’re going to do it far more often from now on.”

  She wanted to argue. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but he was rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. It sent a lightning strike of longing straight to her pussy. “Rafe, you can’t tell me what to do.”

  He licked along her neck all the way to her sensitive earlobe. He rimmed it with his tongue. “Consider it persuasion, bella. You’re not alone. You can’t make decisions without us. You can’t choose the course of your life without talking to us. You will never be allowed to walk away again.”

  She drew her arms back, her hands cupping the strong muscles that ran over his lean hips. She never wanted to be away from them again. “I won’t walk out again. I promise.”

  “Because there would be punishment,” Rafe warned.

  Suddenly punishment didn’t seem like such a bad thing. Maybe she wouldn’t mind a weekend in Stef’s guesthouse. But there were things she needed right now. “Please, Rafe.”

  His tongue played around the nape of her neck. She could feel his cock prodding her ass. “Please what, bella?”

  He wanted to hear it, she surmised. He wasn’t going to let her off easy. “Please fuck me.”

  His chuckle sent a warm sensation across her skin. “We will get to that. I promise.”

  Cam knelt in front of her. “Oh, baby, are you already begging for it?”

  Now she could feel two hard cocks poking at her, seeking entry. Cam was the weak link. She reached down and cupped him, feeling him swell in her hand. “Please, Cam. I need it.”

  He kissed her while Rafe let his hands roam all over her body. Cam was breaking. His cock was pulsing in her hand. Any minute he would throw her down and give her what she needed.

  “Just a little longer, baby.” Cam pulled away and stood back up.

  “Damn it, Cam.” Laura tried to stand up.

  “No.” Rafe’s arms caged her. “I told you, this is our night. We’ve waited five years. You said yes.”

  She had to laugh. She’d given an inch, and now she walking the mile. “I said yes to loving you, to being with you, not to letting you kill me with sexual tension.”

  Rafe’s hand moved lower. Oh, so close to where she wanted it to be. “You’ll live. We won’t let you die.”

  Cam’s fingers toyed with her nipples now. “We’ve sworn to protect you.”

  But not to keep her sane, it seemed. She was dying. They were lighting up every nerve she had in her body. “Please.”

  Rafe sighed behind her. “We can move forward since she’s asked nicely. Cam, take her.”

  Cam’s arms wrapped around her waist, and she was lifted into the air. “You have to stop doing that.”

  “I don’t see why,” Cam replied with a chuckle as he sat down on her couch and settled her on his lap. Her back rested against his chest. His cock jutted up, so close to her pussy it had to be getting wet. “It’s the easiest way to get you where we want you. We decided that when you’re not playing ball, we’ll pick you up and move you into position.”

  She quickly found out which position he meant. His feet moved to the inside of her ankles and forced her legs to spread wide. His arms wrapped around her, a warm cage. She was utterly exposed, her pussy on full display.

  Rafe looked down at her. “That’s what I wanted. Look at you. Look at that pussy.”

  “What are you doing?” Laura asked. This was not how she’d seen this evening going. She swallowed. Her heart thumped in her chest, and all of the blood in her body seemed to go to one very wet place.

  “Relax, baby,” Cam whispered. “We want to play with you.”

  She moved restlessly as she watched Rafe. He got to his knees and ran his hands along her thighs, making every inch of skin he touched come alive.

  “It was pointed out to us tonight that we have neglected you terribly,” Rafe said. “We’ve been selfish. We’ve taken turns when we should have given you everything.”

  She wanted everything. “But you’re not going to do that anymore?”

  “No, we’re going to overwhelm you. We’re going to make you scream.” Cam punctuated his statement by turning his hips up and impaling her on his cock.

  She gasped. He was so big in this position. She was caught on his cock, utterly helpless to do anything but take him deep inside her cunt. He fought because the angle was odd, but that long dick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He slid deep inside her with a satisfying grunt.

  “Better?” Rafe asked. What was he doing? Cam was in her pussy. Rafe couldn’t take her ass. Her ass was pressed against Cam’s pelvis.

  “Better for me. Fuck she’s tight from this position.” Cam’s hands steadied her hips.

  Rafe got in between her legs. “It was pointed out to us that we’ve missed many opportunities because we’ve been a bit too…what was the word the perverted artist used?”

  “Vanilla.” Cam rotated his hips, his cock massaging a spot deep inside her that got her moaning.

  “Yes, we’ve been vanilla. We’ve decided to give that up. We’ve been a bit afraid of not proving entirely masculine.”

  Cam laughed behind her. “We’ve been afraid our cocks might bump and we’ll feel weird.”

  “That’s stupid,” Laura said, her breath catching as Rafe put his fingers on her pussy.

  Rafe winked at her. “Yes, we were told how stupid it is. And we were also given several suggestions on how to avoid the disaster of this morning.”

  Even through the righteous sexual tension, she had to laugh. She remembered what had happened. “I thought you looked sweet together, all cuddled up.”

  “Hey, I thought he was you,” Cam complained. “And if you do what Zane told you to do, you should know I’ll have my revenge.”

  Rafe was toying with her clit. Oh, god, she was so stinking close. When were they going to stop this slow, delicious torture? “If I know Zane, it involved punching someone.”

  Rafe lowered his head, proving how dedicated he was to giving up his addiction to vanilla. “He called it aversion therapy. Nate called it assault. I think we can work out our problems without violence.”

  Cam’s cock was rubbing in a rhythmic cycle. Just a little in and out. In and out. “You’re not allowed to leave our bed. That way we always cuddle you.”

  “And if our cocks touch, we move away. No harm. No foul. But you should know our attentions will always be on you, our bella.” Rafe leaned over and licked her clit.

  “Oh my god,” Laura cried out.

  Cam pulled her back, fucking deeper into her and forcing her clit to stand out for Rafe’s use. His tongue caught on the nub and worked her hard. Cam pressed her down on his cock, filling her and hitting her G-spot as her clit exploded. Pleasure rushed through her like a tidal wave. They didn’t stop simply because she’d come. Rafe continued to lick her, and Cam maneuvered her on his dick, finding new spots that sent her gasping.

  Finally they drew away. Rafe pulled her up and off Cam’s cock. She looked back at him and could see his dick glistening with her cream, but still hard as a rock.

  “You didn’t come?” she asked. Cam’s face was set in a harsh, unsatisfied line.

  He shook his head. “Not yet. Not until I get in that ass. I’m not coming until I fill your ass, baby.”

  It wasn’t done yet. She felt languid as Rafe carried her toward the bedroom. He rushed as though he couldn’t possibly wait a moment longer.

  “Ride me,” he demanded as he set her on her feet and got on his back.

  He was the perfect picture of glorious decadence. His long, lean body was laid out for her, and his cock stood up as though seeking what it was missing. She straddled him and had gotten her balance when he thrust up, his cock invading her pussy. He forced her hips down, impaling her on him.

  “That’s what I want,” he groane
d as he pulled her down. “Now give Cam room to work.”

  She felt Cam’s hands worshipping the curves of her ass while Rafe kissed her into submission. Cam’s fingers glided from the small of her back, over her cheeks, and down the crack to rim her asshole.

  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” Cam asked.

  Years. He’d had a healthy preoccupation with her ass from the first day they’d met. She’d noticed how he looked at her. She’d seen him watch her walk away through the reflective glass of an elevator and thought he just liked the way she looked. Even then he’d probably been thinking about how nice she would look with his dick up her ass. Her Cam was a dirty boy.

  “Fuck, Cam, hurry up. I want a turn.” Rafe wasn’t far behind. Now that they’d left their vanilla-ness in the dust, it looked like she was in for some rough rides. Damn, but she was looking forward to that.

  More lube. He spread it all over her asshole, working it deep inside. Before she could process that sensation, she felt the broad head of his cock poking at her, requesting entrance.

  “Push out against me, baby. It only hurts for a minute,” Cam promised on a low groan.

  It wasn’t hurting exactly, but it also wasn’t comfortable. There was an oddly erotic pressure building. Rafe soothed her by stroking her hair and kissing her, his tongue whirling around hers. Cam gripped her hips. Four hands caressed her. Two bodies enclosed her. All the years without them fell away.

  “Does it hurt, bella?” Rafe’s concern showed on his face. He pushed her hair out of her face. “Cam, stop. She’s crying.”

  “Don’t you stop, Cameron Briggs,” she ordered. She wasn’t about to lose him now. “I’m not hurt. I’m full.”

  She was. She was full of them, full of love. For the first time in years, she was full of life. Even when she’d thought she’d moved past what happened to her, she’d been living a half life. She could never settle for safety when what they offered her was so much more. Dangerous, yes. Anything could happen. The world was filled with bad shit that could flare up in an instant. A physically stronger person could hurt her again, but what she couldn’t lose was this moment. Not ever. She wouldn’t ever let anyone close her heart off again. That had been her mistake.

  “I’m so full, Cam. I need you.”

  “I love you, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. He pressed in, and she felt his cock sink deep.

  “Bella, I love you so much.” Rafe pushed his hips up. “Oh, I can feel him.”

  “We’re together,” she said, smiling through those cleansing tears. Finally together.

  She’d thought she couldn’t come again, but it built quickly. Cam dragged his cock in and out of her ass, hitting nerves she never knew she had. Knowing that their cocks dragged against each other, working in tandem to push her to a peak, did something for her. She came in a giant rush of pleasure and emotion.

  Rafe held her tight as he shouted out when he filled her. His cock felt like it grew impossibly large as he spilled inside her. Cam came a second later, grinding into her. She felt hot jets filling her pussy and her ass. She was covered in them.

  She fell forward, and Cam came down on top. They shifted to the side, plastered together.

  “I love you both.” This was her future. These two amazing men.

  And then Cam looked over her at Rafe. She waited for the emotion to pass between the men, but no. Cam gave his partner a thumbs-up.

  She let her head fall back as she laughed.

  Yeah. She’d missed that, too.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Rafe turned in his sleep and cuddled against the softest, warmest skin he’d ever felt. He let his arm drift around her. He breathed deeply, smelling sex and musk and Laura’s own sweet scent. He inhaled it, letting it surround him. Then he opened his eyes because he wanted to make damn sure who he was cuddling.

  Laura lay beside him, her beautiful face peaceful in sleep. Her blonde hair was spread across the pillows, tickling the skin of his neck. Soft light filtered in, making her look so lovely. The night before crashed over him. It had been everything he could have hoped for. She’d given them everything. And he was a greedy bastard who always wanted more.

  He would never get enough of her.

  The scent of coffee brewing wafted in.

  “That smells so good,” Laura said, the smile on her face telling Rafe she’d been awake for a while.

  “Cam is up.” And that meant maybe he could get in some alone time with the most beautiful girl in the world. Not that he didn’t like sharing her with Cam. He liked it more than he would ever have dreamed imaginable, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have her to himself. They would be having a lot of date nights. “You know how Cam’s appetite is. He’s cooking breakfast.”

  “If I remember correctly, breakfast is the only thing Cam can cook.” She stretched, the sheet slipping from her breasts revealing creamy-white skin tipped with the dusty-pink nipples he loved to play with, to suck on.

  A deep sense of peace fell over him. He’d agonized over this decision, but it was the right one. This was where he belonged. Close to her. He caressed her cheek, loving the feel of her skin against his hand. Even the fact that Cam was puttering around the kitchen gave him a deep feeling of belonging.

  He didn’t have a job. Every single day since he’d turned sixteen, he’d gotten up and gone to work in one way or another. He’d been a twenty-four-seven obsessive workaholic, and now he was thinking about fishing.

  He was definitely thinking about never leaving this bed again. He let his hand find the curve of her hip.

  She moved closer, cuddling against him. “I guess I won’t need my electric blanket this winter. You and Cam are like furnaces.” She turned her face up to him, her blue eyes sleepy in the early morning light. “You really want to stay in Bliss?”

  “Yes.” He wanted to figure this place out. It was a weird mystery—part hippie, part pure True Grit western. But he did have a few demands of his own. “You can’t keep working at the gas station.”

  Her mouth turned down. “What else am I going to do? Nate is full up on deputies.”

  “Not for long. Cam is working on his facial recognition software. What if the three of us specialized in missing persons cases? You know people. You know why they might run. I know how to track down a criminal. Between the three of us, we could help some people.” He’d thought about it long after Laura and Cam had fallen asleep. It was work that could be meaningful.

  She settled back down. “I could get into that.”

  And he could get into her. He rolled her on her back, making a place for himself between her legs. “But we don’t have to go to work yet.”

  He was about to press his lips to hers when there was a loud knock on the door.

  Rafe cursed and rolled off her. It had been easy to forget that there was a whole world of shit out there that he had to deal with.

  “I’ll handle this, bella.” He reached for his pants. “You can stay in bed. We’ll take up where we left off.”

  “Not on your life, mister.” She wrapped a robe around her body and got to the door before he could. “I’m willing to discuss decisions with you, not allow you to make them for me.”

  He rushed out behind her, not bothering with a shirt.

  Cam had the door open, and Nate Wright filled the doorway. He’d taken his hat off. Fuck. That couldn’t be good. The sheriff had a deeply somber look on his face.

  “Laura,” Nate began. “I have some bad news.”

  Cam took a step back, and it was obvious that he knew what was going on. He took Laura’s hand. “They found a body dumped in the woods with a note for you.”

  Rafe’s stomach turned. He’d known that the Marquis de Sade was out there. But this made it all too real. And proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that Laura was right. He knew it deep in his bones. Not only was the killer law enforcement—he was on the same team that was trying to catch him. God, one of his coworkers, one of h
is friends, was the same man who had nearly killed his woman. Rafe looked at his partner, and he could see they were thinking the same thing.

  “Who?” Laura asked, her voice smaller than usual. She’d paled, her complexion turning a chalky white. Rafe reached for her hand. He would do anything to spare her this.

  Nate held her eyes. “It was your friend.”

  Laura stumbled, her body crumpling. Rafe caught her before she reached the floor. A sob tore out of her throat. “No. No.”

  “Nate? What’s going on?” a feminine voice called out. Rafe looked up and saw Holly rushing from her doorway where the big, sullen doctor stood fully dressed with a bag in his hand.

  Laura looked up and was on her feet before Rafe could stop her. She ran toward Holly, throwing herself in the other woman’s arms. She ran her hands across Holly’s face as though she had to prove to herself that Holly was still there.

  “Damn it,” Nate cursed, stalking toward the women. “Laura, I did not mean Holly. I am so sorry. Nell is fine, too. She and Henry are still holed up with Cassidy and Mel.”

  “What happened?” Holly asked, wrapping her arms around Laura.

  The doctor stepped forward. “A hiker found the body of a woman on a trail near Tooth Rock. Logan’s already up there. I was just leaving to head to the scene.”

  “Who?” Laura asked.

  Rafe had a suspicion. If he was right, then the Marquis de Sade had taken care of some old business. “It was Jana, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes. The victim was Jana Evans,” Nate replied.

  Laura choked back a sob.

  It made sense. Now that the fact that the killer had a connection to Jana had come out, he would have to deal with the reporter. “And you said there was a letter addressed to Laura?”

  Nate nodded gravely. “Yes. It’s in evidence at the station house, but the gist was that he’s coming for her. He called her his sweet little rabbit and promised that their game would be over soon.”

  “Motherfucker.” Cam always had the right words to sum up a situation.