Blaine, Destiny - Breakfast by the Sea (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Destiny Blaine

  Paige took the lead and spread her legs wide. Adam fingered her, locking four fingers deep inside her channel until she moaned over and over again, unable to stop when he manipulated her clit.

  Callan took the opportunity to tuck his penis inside her open mouth, and she willingly sucked. What he lacked in size he compensated with attention, rubbing a flat open palm over her nipple while his cock swelled inside her mouth.

  Adam’s fingers were joined by Connor’s, and Connor dropped his lips over her clit, flicking the hard button with his tongue twice before changing positions all over again. Miles knelt to her left. Callan stayed at the right. Fingers deserted her. Jeff shifted behind her, spreading her cheeks with his thumbs.

  “What comes next?” she breathed, releasing Callan and eyeing Adam.

  This was it, and she was ready.

  “Loving, and lots of it,” Jeff told her.

  Jeff’s fingers twirled around her back hole and she flinched. “Relax,” he said, returning with lube-drenched fingers. He pushed inside her cheeks and she cried out.

  “Easy, baby,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

  * * * *

  Paige knew better. The first intrusion would burn like hell, but after a few strokes, there would be incredible heat and then unmatched pleasure. Jeff’s fingers worked inside her, and when he withdrew, his cock slid inside, causing her so much pleasure and pain that she yelped in response.

  “Good God, baby,” he said, inching inside her, spreading her with each and every sensual glide.

  Connor and Adam stared at the connection, fisting their cocks and preparing to join them. Connor straddled her leg, moving toward Miles when he shifted. Adam had the frontal position.

  “Wait for Connor,” Miles instructed, and it was then she realized Adam hadn’t been involved in group sex activities. Love his precious heart—he was doing all of this for her.

  She kept eye contact with Adam until he and Connor entered her together. Her mouth dropped, and tears streamed down her face. Callan touched her cheek, and Miles dropped his head to her breast.

  “You’re okay,” Jeff breathed at her ear.

  Miles straightened his back and moved his cock to her cheek. “You have to take turns,” he wickedly advised.

  Spreading her arms wide, she held Callan and Miles, pumping them like she had nothing but free time. She stared down the length of her body and was further driven by what she saw. Lust washed over her, and she felt like she was drowning in a heated fountain, unable to catch her breath because of the unexpected show of outward affection.

  Connor and Miles fucked her nice and slow, easing in and out of her pussy one stroke at a time. She licked the tip of Callan’s dick and then changed directions, taking Miles to her throat. Back and forth, she gave each man attention, becoming more and more aware of how deeply Jeff buried himself between her cheeks.

  Paige was so lost in the luxurious feeling of being loved by five men that she almost didn’t notice the change in speed. She kept working her hands over Callan and Miles, giving up the blowjobs and deciding to sate their desire by tugging harder and harder for their speedy release.

  Jeff grunted. Connor’s expression darkened. Adam bit his bottom lip. The fucking changed. The pace increased. Yelps and vocal sounds of complete satisfaction filled the air, and Paige became a victim to her pleasure.

  Her body shook with one orgasm and slammed right into the next. “Don’t stop!” she begged, gasping for air. Bucking forward, she became reliant on them. She depended on them for positioning and eagerly complied whenever they moved her arms or legs.

  Their bodies found a certain tempo, a broken beat, and in that moment, Paige was lost. But she wasn’t afraid. For the first time, she felt safe and secure, even as she embarked on a new journey.

  She was Jeff Jacobsen’s girl, his woman. He would always make sure she had everything she needed, even if it meant sharing her in explicit situations.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Paige awoke in a start. “Jeff!” she screamed out, looking around the room and noticing the candles had long since lost their fire. “Jeff!”

  Connor, Adam, and Jeff rushed inside the bedroom. Someone flipped the light switch on the way in and she sat straight up, blinking and gasping for air.

  “What is it, honey?” Connor asked.

  Adam sat next to her. “Are you okay?”

  Jeff gathered her in his arms. “You must’ve had a nightmare.”

  She stared down at her shaking hands and wondered what could’ve jarred her awake. Had she been dreaming? If so, it must’ve been unpleasant.

  “What time is it?”

  Adam checked his watch. “It’s nine o’clock. Why?”

  “You guys let me sleep the day away?” she asked, studying their faces. She saw the flicker of love and compassion in each of them. These men belonged to her. Why didn’t she feel the same connection with Miles and Callan?

  “You need the rest,” Adam said, winking. “We felt like we’d abused you by the time we were done.”

  “Abused me?”

  Jeff pulled her onto his lap, patting and stroking her hair. She felt like a small child in his arms, even though she was almost as tall as he was. His body had a way of enveloping hers.

  “I told them you were a little siren and not to worry about you,” Jeff teased, looping his arms around her torso.

  “You’re right,” she said, bumping against him and pressing her tailbone against his cock.

  “Watch it,” he grated out, kissing her earlobe. “All I’ve thought about for the last four hours is how soon you’ll be ready to let me watch that sweet body move again.”

  “That may be a while,” she said, feeling the dull burn in the back of her throat and between her legs.

  “Bet I can change your mind,” he whispered, pushing his hand under the sheet.

  “Probably not,” she said, waving him away.

  A sudden breeze caught the curtain and her head jerked in unison with theirs.

  “What the hell?” Adam asked, stepping through the sheer curtains out onto the deck.

  “Did you go outside?” Connor demanded.

  She shook her head vehemently. Jeff released her, leaving the bed in a start. He drew his gun from the back of his belt and followed Adam out to the deck. A few minutes later, they reentered her bedroom.

  Jeff checked the closet and bathroom. “Paige, someone was here. There are cigarette butts on the lower porch. Did you hear something when you called out for me?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I was in a sound sleep, and then I woke up with the strangest feeling someone had been watching me.”

  “Go get Callan and Miles,” Adam ordered. “Tell them we’ve had company.”

  Jeff picked up one of the large plastic coverings. “Looks like someone wanted in here.”

  Paige’s heart was in knots. “There’s only one survivor in Ramone’s organization who would want me dead.”

  Adam rubbed an open palm over his face. “Jeff, call our handler and see where the SeaIsland team is. They were watching another cartel leader, and that’s why they haven’t joined us. Tell him we had a visitor. Someone from that team thought Trony returned to Cairo. I want to know where that intel came from and why.”

  Jeff started out but quickly returned to bed again, bending down long enough to slip a kiss on Paige’s lips. “I love you.”

  “I know,” she returned, stroking his cheek.

  “Don’t leave her,” Jeff said, pointing at Adam.

  “Not a chance.”

  * * * *

  Paige slipped into the bathroom while Adam went to work at sealing off her bedroom again. He needed to convince her that her bed and breakfast wasn’t the safest place for her.

  Right, he thought. Good luck with that!

  When he was fairly certain he had the plastic in place again, he strolled into the bathroom, stripped off his khaki pants and white shirt. Then, he stepped into the enclosed shower.
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br />   “It took you long enough,” she said sweetly, lathering her hands with some kind of apple-scented soap.

  He faced the showerhead and indulged in the feeling. Her hands traveled over his back and shoulders. “Feel nice?”

  “Yes,” he said, reaching behind his back and fingering her.

  She changed her stance, allowing his fingers to slide higher. “God, yeah,” he said, gripping his cock with his free hand.

  When she mashed her breasts to his back, he tugged at his cock with a little more determination. She slid down his body like a slivery creature, kissing his hip and thigh and taking to her knees like that’s the only place she wanted to be.

  Adam turned around and faced her. She eyed his cock like she appreciated a good thing.

  “You’re something else.”

  “You’re something else too, Adam,” she whispered, licking the head. “Really, you are.”

  She probably appreciated his size. Few women complained. He cupped his sack and aimed his cock at her mouth.

  Paige greedily sucked, taking him an inch at a time. Soon, she was sucking him like crazy, lapping at him like she earned points for her willingness to perform. His thighs bunched. He wanted to bring her to him. He needed to fuck her, one on one, but this was too hot, too wild.

  He grabbed her by the hair of the head and pulled her away from him. “I’ll come.”

  “That’s the idea,” she said in a husky voice.

  When she returned to what she’d willingly made her duty, he thrust between her cheeks. If she wanted to taste him, then she might as well get busy and slurp, because there was no stopping him now.

  * * * *

  Jeff had heard them frolicking around in the shower when he’d returned upstairs. He’d quietly undressed, wrapped a towel around his waist, and taken a seat on the counter.

  He’d watched them together because he couldn’t bear not to be there when Paige was with someone else. Maybe he didn’t have the right, but at the same time, he couldn’t help himself.

  Paige consumed Adam’s cock like a pro, and Jeff couldn’t help but wonder what she’d been used for when Ramone held her captive. Had he used her as his personal sex slave? If so, what would keep her from feeling like that’s why they wanted her, too?

  On the other side of the foggy shower glass, Adam picked Paige up and fucked her against the tile wall, going at her like a man gone wild.

  Her arms draped over his back and he pounded inside her like he might screw her all day and all night. She whimpered as he thrust, and Jeff could only imagine why.

  Adam’s damn cock scared him. Paige should’ve been petrified.

  When Adam finished loving all over her, they left the shower hand in hand. Obviously startled, Paige said, “How long have you been sitting there?”

  “Long enough for this,” he said, releasing his towel and showing off his hard-on too.

  Adam chuckled, kissed her cheek, and left them to work out their own building lust. “If you’re too tired…” Jeff’s voice trailed.

  “Never,” she said, falling into his arms. Her hot little mouth took his, and she gave him tender, sweet kisses, teasing him one minute with nips and licks and kissing him straight into heaven the very next.

  Her hands dropped to his cock, and she massaged him with both palms. “I need you,” he mouthed.

  “You have me,” she promised.

  “No,” Jeff said, lifting her and carrying her to the bedroom. “I need you in a way you couldn’t possibly need me.”

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

  They fell against the bed, and he positioned himself between her legs. He framed her face with his hands and thrust inside her all at once, stroking her for a good minute or so before they both let themselves go.

  “Drive me crazy, lover.”

  “I will.”

  “Love me, Paige.”

  “I do,” she promised, wrapping her legs around his back.

  He withdrew almost to the point of breaking the connection their bodies formed. The tip of his dick remained right inside her folds. Could he love her more?

  “Marry me,” he said, pushing inside her and gyrating his hips in a playful sway.

  “Marry you?” she asked, certainly surprised.

  “Yes, Paige,” he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her to her knees. “Marry me.”

  “You don’t mean that,” she whispered. “Do you?”

  “Yes,” he said firmly, grabbing her ass and making sure she felt the strength of his erection pulsing inside her.

  “You don’t marry the women you take to your bed.”

  “I do now.”

  “You’re serious.”

  “About you? Damn right, I am.”

  “You really want me to marry you?”

  “Yes,” he assured her, cloaking his body with hers. “If the answer is no, wait until I fuck you for a while. I’ll change your mind.”

  “If you do the job right the first time, then you may just hear your answer,” she teased, sliding her pussy over his cock.

  “That a challenge?”

  “Everything between us is always a challenge.”

  Their bodies slapped together in a fascinating beat, and it didn’t take long for Jeff to hear the answer he’d wanted.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  He winked with understanding and thrust inside her once again, ignoring the nagging little inner voice inside his head. He’d been trained to do a lot of things in his line of work, but he hadn’t been schooled in the art of loving a woman.

  Then again, Paige had said yes. He had a lifetime to get things right.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  The next morning, Adam headed upstairs, anxious to serve Paige breakfast in bed. After Jeff had announced he was marrying Paige, Adam decided to step up his game. He had a feeling Connor would do the same.

  Miles and Callan, while they cared for Paige, probably didn’t consider her a woman they wanted for a lifetime. Age was a consideration. They were young, and neither had expressed a deep-rooted desire to settle down.

  Of course, Adam had never bothered asking them. After they’d discovered cigarette butts on the deck, Adam had contacted their handler and obtained a new assignment for Miles and Callan.

  They were somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean by now, almost halfway to Cairo and well on their way to facing the Jack of Spades. If they didn’t stop Trony now, he’d gain power and control, claiming Ramone’s position in various organizations. No one wanted him to pick up where Ramone had left off.

  Adam couldn’t worry about business now. The fate of the Jack of Spades was in the hands of his two youngest operatives. They had something to prove. He trusted they’d earn the respect they wanted.

  Adam stepped into Paige’s bedroom. He’d just gotten out of a bad relationship, but the fact was, he liked doting all of his attention on one woman. He liked spoiling a woman. He enjoyed giving Paige his complete attention.

  At the same time, he understood where his first marriage had failed. He hadn’t been around. His wife had wanted emotional support and a physical connection with someone. He’d failed her on both counts. Could he do better by Paige?

  “Good morning,” he whispered against her lips when Paige rolled over and eyed the hot breakfast steaming from the wooden tray.

  “What’s this?” she asked, studying the hotcakes and sausage.

  “Nutrition.”

  “I’m going to get fat,” she said, resting her hand against her stomach.

  Adam eyed her slender fingers. “I’d like nothing more.”

  Tilting her head to the side, Paige said, “Adam? Are you okay?”

  His hand cupped hers, and he said, “I’m perfectly fine.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He took a deep breath and said, “Jeff says you’re getting married.”

  Her smile was contagious. He felt like his grin matched hers, and while they stared at one another, lost for a moment, he wondered if he c
ould say anything that would convince her that she was making a mistake by choosing one of them over the others. He didn’t want to go behind Jeff’s back—although that was what he was doing—but he also needed her to know how he felt.

  “I’m in love with you,” he blurted out.

  “Adam,” she said, touching his face. “You’re not in love with me. You may care about me, but what you feel for me isn’t love.”

  “How can you say that?”

  “I feel it,” she said softly. “You’re still in love with your wife.”

  He pulled her up and tossed a few pillows behind her back. After he took a moment to fluff them behind her, he said, “I want to take care of you. How do you explain that?”

  “I think it’s more or less that you want to take care of one woman. What you’re experiencing has nothing to do with me.”

  Adam gave her words some serious thought. Was Paige right? Had he been trying to replace what he’d once had? Could it be that he was on the rebound? After a few moments of silence, he repeated himself. “So Jeff says the two of you are going to be married.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “What about Connor?”

  “I’ll talk to him. I want him to live with us, but he may not want to do that.”

  “Are you in love with him, too?”

  “Yes,” she said without any hesitation.

  “And there isn’t room for one more?”

  She pressed her palm to his cheek. “Adam, I’m attracted to you. We have great sex, but I don’t think it’s fair to you if I love them more than I care for you.”

  Adam felt like he’d taken the first shot through the heart and was ready for one more. “You don’t think that will change?”

  Her hand trailed down his leg, and her fingers worked their way up and down his inner thigh. “I think we have a lot of chemistry. But love is either there or it isn’t. If age has taught me anything at all, it’s that love can’t be forced.”

  “You spent too much time with Ramone to be absolutely certain of your feelings.”

  “Adam, I’m marrying Jeff. I hope you’ll support that because from what I gather, this team always sticks together. But I’m not in love with you. I enjoy you, but I can’t fall in love with you.”