He stroked her hair. “So what’s bothering you?”
“I guess I’m trying to reconcile all of this. Being with two men, and what you two have to do to live a human life, and what it all means.”
Andras pulled her into his arms, lifting her to sit on his lap. His dick was throbbing, but all he did was hold her. “I know what you mean, Blair. It’s confusing for me, too.”
“And Leo? Does he have it all figured out?”
“I doubt it, but don’t ask him. He won’t tell you.”
She pulled away and smiled up at him. “He’s not exactly open about his feelings, is he?”
Andras shook his head. “No, and don’t expect that to change, okay?”
“I won’t, but…Andras, I overheard you two the day you showed your wings. I mean later, after the other owners left. Leo doesn’t want this.” She waved her hand in a semi-circle. “He doesn’t want to be mortal, and he doesn’t…he doesn’t want me.”
Andras hesitated only a second or two. It wasn’t exactly breaking a confidence, but he still felt guilty. It should be Leo’s decision to tell her, but when he looked into her eyes, he knew he couldn’t leave her with so much self-doubt. “That’s not entirely true. He does want you. He just can’t admit it yet. Give him time, Blair, okay? Just let him figure that out for himself. He cares for you. We both do.”
Andras knew at that moment that he was in love with Blair Lorring. If he were being honest, he’d always known it, even before they took her virginity in Leo’s office. She’d captivated him the moment she walked into the front lobby, looking frightened and exhausted. Would he one day be able to tell her how he felt, or had he ruined his chances already because of the way things had played out?
She buried her face against his chest, and they sat that way for a few moments, but Andras sensed Blair was still troubled. “Is there something else you want to ask me, Blair?”
“Can you read my mind?”
“Actually, I can, but not like you probably imagine it happens. I don’t hear or see word-for-word thoughts. It’s more a sense of what you’re feeling.”
“Well, that explains a few things.”
“Tell me what else is bothering you.”
“It’s not about my father or Frankie. I was just wondering if I could see your wings again?”
He smiled at her. “Are you sure? You said they frightened you.”
“The entire day frightened me. And that’s why I want to see them again. I don’t want my memory of them to be associated with fear.”
Andras stood and unfurled them, slowly this time. He watched the emotions cross her face, from trepidation to awe. When they were completely unfurled, he took her hand. “You can touch them if you want. They won’t hurt you.”
She ran one finger along the edge, cautiously, as though she was afraid it might burn. “Feathers,” she whispered. “They feel almost like feathers or…I don’t know. So soft, but they feel strong, too. Does that make any sense?”
Andras had to fight with every ounce of self-control he had not to shove her up against the wall and fuck her silly. Did she have any idea how adorable she was? Those big, innocent blue eyes roamed over his wings then her gaze shifted to his rock-hard erect cock. A sly smile spread over her face, and even before she lifted her gaze to his eyes, he groaned.
“How long can you keep them out?” she asked softly.
“Oh, Blair…as long as I want to.”
She moved her hands from his wings to his nipples, grazing them with her thumb. When she licked them, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled her head closer and moaned.
“Leave your wings out,” she whispered.
“Anything. Anything you want, my beautiful Blair.”
She tortured him with long, slow laps of her tongue while she wrapped her hands around his dick and pumped him with deliberate strokes. Andras’s balls contracted, and his heart hammered. If he didn’t come soon, he’d go out of his fucking mind, but Blair was in no hurry.
When she sat on the swing again and crooked her finger, motioning him over, he could barely walk the two feet to where she sat. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked gently. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pushed her head closer, but she kept him at bay and forced him to endure the slowest blow job he’d ever had. Her exquisite tongue prolonged his arousal until he thought he’d explode. He had to fuck her. Now.
After pulling out of her mouth, he lifted her to her feet and picked her up. “Wrap your legs around me,” he gasped. She did, her eyes full of unadulterated lust and a sexy half-smile on her face. It struck him how far her confidence had come since that day in Leo’s office, when she’d practically run away as soon as her clothes were back on.
He backed her up against the wall then fingered her pussy from underneath. She was soaking wet. Repositioning her legs so he could maneuver, he plunged his swollen shaft into her wetness. How the hell did she manage to be so damn tight with all the fucking they’d given her? It drove him mad with desire.
He pumped in and out of her with lightning speed. His wings made a swooshing noise with each thrust, and she reached around him to touch them. Her fingertips caressed them, and this increased his arousal even further. When she came, she cried out so loudly he was sure Leo would wake up, but he wasn’t about to stop.
Andras pulled out and picked her up, then carried her to the swing. He laid her on her back, and she opened her legs, throwing one over the back of the swing. He slid inside her again and fucked her slowly, gently, until his own climax was inevitable.
When he finally came, he held her in his arms and gently rocked the swing until she fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Seventeen
The last two weeks of June melted into July with no more articles appearing in the Tribune. For Blair, the days flew by in a rush of unbridled sex and Leo’s attempts to teach her how to play poker.
Andras went to work early in the morning while Leo preferred to sleep until ten or eleven. He told her that since Sterling had finally returned, he no longer felt obligated to start work at the crack of dawn.
Blair fell into the habit of eating breakfast after Andras left then she’d take a nap until Leo woke her up, usually with the flogger. Once he surprised her as she came out of the shower, kissing her until she was breathless, then leaned her over the bathroom counter and fucked her pussy and her ass, not using a condom and coming in both holes. Blair had to take another shower after he finally went to his office.
When Andras quit work for the day in the early afternoon, he’d spend the rest of the day with Blair. He wasn’t quite as adventurous as Leo, but he made up for that in skill and tenderness. Blair couldn’t have chosen one man over the other. Each filled a need in her the other didn’t, and she was completely satisfied when making love to one of them, or both at the same time.
They went to the nightclub a few more times, but they never stayed longer than to have dinner and take turns dancing with her a few times. There were no more incidents on the basement stairs, but every time they approached them a shiver ran through Blair as she remembered that night.
In addition to using the bathroom counter for their sport, once they spread Blair out on the dining room table—the same table where all the owners had lunch on that fateful day—and took turns licking her pussy until she came three times in a row.
By the end of the first week she begged for a few days off. Her entire groin was raw, and her ass cheeks were black and blue. They agreed, telling her over and over how sorry they were that they’d hurt her. Blair had to convince them they hadn’t hurt her, but she did remind them that she was human even if they weren’t, and she needed to take a breather once in a while. Despite being sore and tired, Blair spent four days in a state of constant arousal and couldn’t wait to get back to their routine.
Every day fresh flowers showed up in the suite, always with a card signed by both Leo and Andras. Sometimes in the evenings they’d walk outdoors, around the lake Blair loved so much.
On July 2nd, two days before the scheduled fireworks display and picnic in celebration of Independence Day, Blair walked arm in arm with Leo and Andras around Deer Lake. The sun was setting, bathing the forest in soft purple and gold light. It wasn’t unusual to see small animals on their walks, but something about the way the twigs snapped in the distance that evening caused Blair to stop walking and squint into the trees.
“Oh God,” she whispered, clutching their arms tighter.
“What is it?” Andras turned his head to follow her gaze, a frown on his face.
“Men. I saw two men. In the woods.” She let go of his arm and pointed. Her hand trembled, and her arm felt so weak she had to lower it as soon as she’d indicated the spot to Andras.
“Are you sure?” Leo watched the area she’d indicated, but nothing was there. Blair hadn’t imagined it. She knew as sure as she knew her own name that she’d seen two men in the woods. All three listened for more twigs snapping or other evidence people were walking in the woods, but the only sound was the breeze.
“Blair,” said Andras, “if there were men in the woods, we’d still hear them walking. Are you sure it wasn’t a just a trick of the light? It’s nearly dark.”
“I guess you’re right.” Andras had a good point. Why hadn’t they heard further footfalls?
“It was probably nothing,” said Leo. Blair snapped her gaze to his face. Something in the tone of his voice suggested he didn’t mean what he’d just said, but then an easy grin spread over his features and the moment was gone. “Come on,” he said, tucking her arm into his. “Let’s go back.”
* * * *
Andras was worried about Blair. Ever since the other evening when they’d walked around Deer Lake and she thought she spotted someone in the woods, she’d been jumpy and distracted. She’d even asked him where he’d hidden the satchel of jewelry. After assuring her it was in the safe in his and Zach’s office, she still hadn’t completely relaxed.
The morning of Independence Day was bright and sunny. A cool breeze blew from the southwest, but the air held no threat of rain. “A fine day for picnics and fireworks,” said Andras, planting a sloppy kiss on Blair’s perfect mouth as she exited the shower.
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Blair, this is your favorite holiday. Why so glum?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
He didn’t want to spoil the day by talking about what she thought she’d seen in the woods, so he smacked her right ass cheek, hoping to distract her. “Obviously Leo and I aren’t keeping you happy enough in bed.”
She almost laughed. He could tell she was trying not to. “If you two kept me any happier I’d never walk again.”
“Walking is overrated.” He picked her up and twirled her around until she begged him to let her down before she threw up. “At least I made you laugh,” he said. “I love your laugh, Blair.”
“Your flattery won’t work, Andras. Go away so I can finish getting ready.” She smiled as she said it, and Andras had to use every ounce of willpower to leave the room.
“Hurry up,” he called over his shoulder, trying not to stare at her ass as he did so. “We don’t want to miss any of the fun.”
They were among the last to arrive on the wide expanse of lawn out front along the edge of Deer Lake where the various tents had been set up. The resort was full, so there were fifty guests, all the staff, and the owners milling about. The smell of funnel cakes, cotton candy, and hot dogs filled the air.
“What would you like to do first?” Andras asked. Blair looked around, but her gaze was trained beyond the tents on the opposite shore. Wishing they’d set up the activities behind the resort instead, he took Blair’s arm and led her to the sack races. “Come on. I’ll bet we can beat Leo and any person from this crowd of his choosing.”
“I doubt it,” said Leo, scanning the crowd.
When they reached the tent to enter the next race, Andras and Blair watched as Leo tried to persuade Sally, one of the front desk clerks, to enter the race with him. “Oh, no,” she said, glancing toward Blair and Andras. “Last year I sprained my ankle doing this with you. Go ask Cindy or Madge.”
Andras followed Sally’s pointing finger to where a group of chambermaids stood huddled together, giggling as they ate cotton candy. As Leo approached, broad grins covered their faces. Cindy piped up first, glancing toward Blair with a knowing smile. Andras had no idea if the rest of the housekeeping staff knew Blair had moved into Leo’s suite, but he suddenly wished he’d checked first. The last thing he wanted to do was give her something else to worry about. This was a day to have fun, not endure nasty gossip.
Leo and Cindy sauntered toward them, arms linked. Eight additional couples had entered the same race. Andras slipped the sack up to their waists. Next to him, Leo leaned close to whisper in his ear. “No cheating.”
He turned a steady gaze on Leo. “Not a chance. Can’t have anyone notice, after all.” He cut his gaze to Cindy, who was straining to hear what they said.
Blair gave Andras a sly grin and mouthed, “Are you going to use your powers?”
He didn’t have a chance to answer because the gun went off. Twice Leo and Cindy nearly got ahead of him and Blair, but in the last few seconds he did push with his powers, just a little. He and Blair sprinted to the front of the pack, crossing the finish line several leaps ahead of the next couple behind them.
Blair collapsed on top of him before he could disentangle them from the sack. She laughed, and Andras’s heart soared. It had been worth using his powers a little just to see her relax. Their prize was a cheap trophy, but she cradled it as if it were made of pure gold.
Leo wanted to run a race with her next, but she said it wouldn’t be fair.
“Why not?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at Andras. “I didn’t use my powers, Andras.”
“Neither did he,” said Blair. “Let’s play some games. How about ring toss? I love that one.”
* * * *
Blair didn’t know why she’d lied for Andras. Maybe it had been the sight of Cindy and Leo, locked arm in arm as they made their way to the tent to enter the sack races? The jealousy that had coursed through her surprised her with its intensity. It was only a game, after all. But she didn’t want to share Leo and Andras with anyone.
She made sure to pay attention to both men as they tried to toss rings over the openings of bottles. When Leo did five in a row, earning him choice of a large prize, Blair clapped and cheered. She didn’t care if he had used his powers. He let her choose the prize, and she pointed to a large leopard.
When Leo handed it to her, she hugged it tight and buried her face in its fake fur. “What should I name it?”
“Name it?” he asked. “You have to name a stuffed animal?”
Andras laughed. “Of course she does.”
“How about Lilith?” Leo’s deadpan suggestion made Blair giggle.
“I wouldn’t dare,” she said.
“What’s next?” asked Andras. “Are you hungry?”
“No, but I’d love a snowball.”
Andras held her leopard and trophy while Blair licked the cherry-flavored shaved ice. Leo watched her with unbridled lust in his eyes. “We may have to borrow some of that syrup,” he said.
Blair nearly choked on the ice in her mouth at the suggestion. She playfully punched him in the arm while at the same time imagining all the delicious new ways they could pleasure each other with sugary syrup added to the mix.
The day went much too fast, but Blair was excited to see fireworks ag
ain, so she wasn’t sad as dusk drew near. She and her two angels chose a place on the lawn near the fringes of the crowd. While Leo took her armful of prizes back to his suite, Andras moved behind her and wrapped his arms and legs around her. She leaned into his muscular frame and closed her eyes for a moment.
This had been a perfect day, and it still wasn’t over. After the fireworks, the band was going to play, and she’d have the chance to dance with both men again. Leo returned just before they started shooting off fireworks. He sat close to Blair and placed a strong hand on her thigh. She shivered at his touch, even though the night was warm.
The fireworks reminded Blair of her childhood, and she smiled through the entire show. The crowd around her faded away, and even Leo and Andras became secondary characters in her consciousness as she watched the exploding lights over the lake. Never one to cover her ears at the sound, she sat transfixed, her face tilted up, gasping as each rocket-burst of light and sound exploded over their heads.
It seemed to end too soon, and during the finale she clapped and cheered, rising to her feet along with the crowd. As she turned around to face Andras and Leo, one of the desk clerks ran toward them. Blair’s pulse raced at the look of anxiety on the man’s face.
“Mr. Fallon, Mr. Neville...” The man, whose name Blair finally remembered was William, was gasping and out of breath. “There’s been some…trouble. In the lobby.” He glanced around, as if he were unsure what do to or where to go.
Leo placed a hand on Andras’s shoulder. “Get Blair back to my suite.”
Before she could protest or ask William what kind of trouble he was talking about, Andras took her arm and ran with her toward the nearest door.
Chapter Eighteen
“I can’t just sit here without knowing what’s going on.” Blair had been pacing the floor in Leo’s suite for close to half an hour. Nothing Andras said had been able to calm her down. He even made her a cup of tea but she only drank a few sips.
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