by Vanessa Vale
The corner of his mouth tipped up as he rose up onto his elbow. He was still in his dress shirt, tie gone. The top few buttons were undone and the sleeves rolled up. “Don’t apologize. You’re just getting your bearings after a few hours of restless sleep.”
Did he just say I’d been here for a few hours?
The feel of the sheet in my fingers was soft, the air cool. “What time is it?”
Dane glanced at the night stand behind him. I didn’t see a clock or anything, so it had to be his phone that he checked. “A little after one. You should try to get some rest.”
Oh my god, one in the morning? I’d been here for almost half the night. Then I remembered how they’d pressed for me to stay with them so I wouldn’t be alone. The three of us had talked in the living room for well over an hour. They’d sandwiched me between them as we sat on the sofa all but tucked comfortably between them. They’d made me laugh. Put me at ease and then set me aflame when they told me how badly they wanted to take turns fucking me. To take me at the same time. But that I needed to make the first move. No, not that. They’d said I’d be begging for it. Damn, that was hot. Conceited. Cocky. Dominating. And even after all that, they’d done nothing but tell me stories about high school. The combination—sweet and sexy—had gotten me to calm down better than a Xanax.
And being with them, that part hadn’t been a dream.
My breath caught in my throat. My mind started to race. It was almost impossible not to switch back and forth from sultry imaginings about how Dane and Leo would share me, to the image of that man’s face.
A man was dead, and I’d seen him in that freezer. Those empty eyes. And his cold, stiff body.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered out on a shallow exhale and felt my eyes fill with tears. I’d never allowed another soul to see one fall down my face. I pushed through, persevered at any cost.
“It’ll be okay,” Dane told me, cupping my cheek, the swipe of his thumb brushing the tear away.
I shook my head, my hair sliding over my neck. “No. It won’t. I saw him and I can’t un-see it. I can’t shut it out. That’s all I want,” I whimpered, instantly hating the sound of my voice. So weak. So unlike me. “For it to have never happened…I just want to forget.”
It was unreasonable to ask the universe for a re-do. A second chance, one where I’d turn back time so I had never stepped foot in that garage. Why would a woman like Mrs. O’Sullivan want stupid leftovers anyway since she’d told me she had a cook who made all the meals? It wasn’t as if she’d ever picked up a pan or turned on the stove in her professional kitchen.
Sitting up, Dane wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. He felt so good, so warm and comforting considering how big and strong he was. And the arm that banded around my waist? All corded muscle and remarkable gentleness.
“You hardly know me, Harper, and I get that you’re used to doing it all on your own. But you need to believe me when I tell you it’s going to be okay,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Again I was torn, but God, I was also starting to believe him. To trust him. Was it weak of me to want to hang onto his every word? To take some comfort in his suggestion that I wasn’t facing this all by myself? I could start a business from scratch, fight tooth and nail for every new client, work hours—no, weeks—on new dishes to set my company apart. All of that I could do. No problem. A little sweat equity paid off.
But this? A dead body and the mafia? I had no clue what I was doing, and that scared the shit out of me.
My logical side was so quiet now, giving itself over to the part of me that found solace in leaning on this man for emotional support and help just as much as I allowed my body to physically lean into him right now. And when I tilted my head up toward him and met his eyes, the look he gave me told me he’d do anything, everything in his power to help me get through this.
“Do you? Do you believe me?” he asked, eyes piercing right through me and
seeming to reflect the lust that lurked within me. The tone of the question sounded more like a demand, a summon, challenge. Normally, I didn’t respond well to ultimatums, but this was no normal night, and Dane was no run-of-the-mill man. My guess was that I’d eventually be able to say the same of Leo.
Where was he?
Looking away, I nodded. My mouth wasn’t ready to form words yet. It was sure to betray the sexual storm brewing in me, the same way my eyes had just done. Then he took my chin between his thumb and index finger and brought his lips to mine.
That kiss.
The softness of his lips.
The lightness of his touch.
The electricity that charged the air coursed through my nervous system. It concentrated at my nipples, my core, and a spot between my legs. It was all I could feel, all my mind could wrap itself around, and more intense than I’d ever thought possible.
He parted my mouth with his tongue and slid his hand up into my hair, gripping my scalp as he deepened into our kiss. I didn’t care about anything else, not even that I’d eventually need to breathe.
He was tender, but insistent. Playful, yet dominant. And this was just a kiss. My thoughts, my worries, scattered.
Well, maybe there was one other lingering fragment of thought. What would Leo’s kiss feel like? Was he gentle and tender? Hard and demanding? Fierce and passionate? And while Dane kissed me, what would Leo do to me?
The thought of both of them touching me, kissing me, exploring every curve of my body, made me hot. Eager. So needy my panties were ruined.
The kiss made me bold. Or maybe it was the shelter of Dane’s arms, the comfort of his bed, of how he’d held me how I slept. I could be safe with him, even in exploring my desires.
Before I knew it, my hands were wrapped around Dane’s neck. I’d climbed into his lap, and was straddling him, with no qualms whatsoever about grinding against the hard bulge of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
Sadly, I heard the need in my own voice as I moaned and called his name in a sexy, foreign tone. It caused me to open my eyes and pull away slightly.
“Sweet,” he said. “You taste sweet.”
I rolled my eyes, turned my head away. “God, I probably taste like morning breath.”
He took hold of my chin, turned it back so I had to meet his penetrating gaze. “It’s the middle of the night. No morning breath.” His eyes dropped for a second. “I have to wonder if you taste sweet everywhere.”
“I’ve been wondering that, too.”
The deep voice came from the open doorway.
Leo.
He stood there, sexy as all get-out, wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts. Snug ones that hid nothing, even in the dim bathroom lighting.
Words.
There were none.
My eyes stopped blinking, my jaw dropped open slightly, my mouth started to water, and I ran my tongue across my top lip as I took in the feast of dense, chiseled muscles everywhere on his chest arms, abs, and down to his thighs and legs.
Leo had a perfect body.
Every. Solid. Square. Inch.
And the tattoos. Holy crap. His right arm and torso were mostly covered in ink. He looked like a bad boy. Ruthless. And yet I thought of how he’d taken care of me.
My ovaries exploded in response to the sensory overload. I was ogling one man while sitting in the lap of another. Two perfect men in one massive bedroom, and by the way Leo’s cock was tenting his boxer briefs and the feel of Dane’s pressing against my pussy, they both wanted me.
Realizing that no words could possibly do the moment justice, I took a deep breath, let it out. I even mumbled “fuck” under my breath. How did a girl prepare herself for what was to come? My pussy and nipples, and every other erogenous part of my body, said no prep was needed. I was ready for this. Hell, I was overdue. I had a backlog of orgasms to catch up on, and I had a feeling these guys would help wi
th that.
When Dane’s hand slid up my bare thigh, I realized my dress was still hitched up about my waist. The dress I wore consistently to work events. I reached up, felt the mayhem happening in the vicinity of what used to be my hair. It was everywhere. And crazy, as though I’d teased it and re-teased it, then shook it out like a wild animal, or someone headlining for an eighties heavy metal rock band.
I looked a wreck and they still wanted me? I licked my lips, and I felt a rumble in Dane’s chest more than heard it. “Can I ask you two a question?”
“Of course,” Leo answered, crossing the room to stand beside the bed. “Anything at all.”
“How exactly does this…work?” I glanced from Dane to Leo. “With the three of us?”
He extended his arm to me, palm facing up. “It’s pretty simple. Take my hand.” I did. He tugged me off of Dane’s lap and to my feet before him. My skirt slid down my thighs. He placed my palm against his chest. Warm, yet rock hard. The prickle of the smattering of chest hair was soft. His muscles shifted. “Feel that?”
I licked my lips again. “Uh, yes.”
He stepped closer and ran his other hand down my outer arm, letting it come to rest on the swell of my hip. “And that?”
“Yes,” I whispered, smiling a little. Goose bumps rose on my skin.
His eyes shot over to Dane for a split second and returned to me. “What about…this?” he asked, spinning me around.
I gasped at the quick move, but was turned on by how easily he could handle me.
I felt the heat radiating from his chest into my back, and a wisp of his breath fanned the top of my shoulder near the back of my neck. “Mmmhmm,” I hummed and let my eyes flutter closed.
His arms loosened from around my waist, and when I opened my eyes again, Dane was with us. He lifted his hand to the sides of my face and kissed me, rough and demanding this time. Leo remained behind me, his cock pressing against my lower back, one hand playing at a spot where the hem of my dress touched my outer thigh. Hands were everywhere. Pushing my hair to one side. Moving down from my collarbone and cupping a breast. Sliding the hem of my skirt back up to my waist.
I was in the middle, the filling to a hot-man sandwich, burning up, panties drenched and forever ruined by this new level of uncontrollable need. One guy pressing into me from the front, another from the back. I was safe, secure, and in their hands. Literally.
And I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I angled my head back against Leo’s shoulder as I gasped when fingers plucked at my hard nipple through my dress and bra.
I wanted the offending garments gone. I wanted those hands on my bare skin. Everywhere. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had never been with two guys. Had no idea what to expect. Although I had a feeling they were going to make me feel good. Really good.
“Tell us how much you want this,” Dane murmured against my lips.
“Yes...I do...I want you both,” I breathed out.
“Beg for it,” Leo ground out at my ear.
“Please,” I whimpered.
I felt Leo’s smile against my sensitive skin. “Not good enough, sugar. Please, what?”
When a hand spread over my lower belly, fingertips pressing just above my clit. I curled my hips forward to get closer. Oh God, I was going to come, and we still had our clothes on. “Please…do it. Take me. Together, one after the other, I don’t care. I want you both.”
They’d told me I’d beg for it. They hadn’t been wrong.
Seven
LEO
She said the words I’d fucking needed to hear from those perfect lips since the first second I saw her at the party. Take me. I want you both.
Fuck. My balls ached to fill her. She’d seen a dead body tonight, was possibly in danger from some really bad guys. But her mind wasn’t on that now. We’d made sure of it. The only thing I wanted her to think about was what we were doing to her. With her. Nothing else. The outside world could wait. Tonight, here, in Dane’s bedroom, it was all about Harper and showing her what it would be like with us. Always.
There was no more waiting. Nothing standing in our way but the damned dress. Reaching up, I tugged down the zipper at the back, the sound of it sliding down to her narrow waist only obscured by her ragged breathing. Dane slid it off her shoulders, and it caressed her perfect body on the way to being pooled about her bare feet.
Dane groaned.
“Shit, sugar. You wear this kind of lingerie all the time when you work?”
My cock pressed against her lower back through my boxer briefs. A spurt of pre-cum dampened them at the sight of her.
She’d been hiding a fucking bustier beneath her conservative dress. The kind that started a few inches above her navel with delicate panels of lace and satin and cups that lifted her breasts into perfect handfuls. It was risqué, feminine and almost made my cock weep a little more. And as for her panties, they matched, what there was of them. Just a little string that slipped between the pert cheeks of her perfect ass in the back and a little lacy triangle in the front. The only thing missing to set off the image of innocent little vixen was her sky-high stilts. But there was no fucking way I was walking away now to get them. I’d fuck her with those things on one of these days, those sharp heels digging into my ass.
“I...I like pretty things,” she whispered.
So did I.
I couldn’t get enough of touching her. She felt like warm silk, every soft inch of her skin. My hands roamed away from her breasts—Dane wanted a turn—to her waist, felt the flare of her hips and cupped her ass. Ripe and lush and perfect for a spanking. The idea had me wondering just how far she’d go.
“As do we,” Dane said, dropping to his knees before her. His fingers curled around the strings of her panties and slid them down her long legs before she stepped out of them.
He grinned up at her as he tucked them into his pants pocket. “Let’s see how sweet you really are.”
“Dane!” she cried, her hand dropping to the top of his head, fingers curling into his hair. She slumped against my back as my friend went after her pussy.
With deft fingers, I unhooked her bra and when I slid the straps off her shoulders, her gorgeous breasts sprang free. I reached for them again, this time my palms cupped the lush bounty. Nothing separating her warm skin from mine. Not quite a handful, but teardrop shaped and topped with coral colored nipples that beaded against my fingers. And when I gave them a little tug and she moaned, I knew they were sensitive. I had to wonder if she could come from just nipple play alone, but I’d have to explore that idea another time.
Dropping my mouth to her shoulder, I kissed my way across it to her neck, then up to settle at the sweet spot behind her ear. “She taste like sugar?” I asked, my mouth watering for a turn on my knees.
Dane lifted his head, looked up at us with a glistening mouth. “Fuck, yes.”
“Touch yourself, sugar.” The words were coated with dominance, and she obeyed me without thinking, her hand slipping down between her thighs. “Good girl, now show me all that wet heat.”
Holding her hand up, I took it, brought her fingers to my mouth and licked off her essence. I groaned as her flavor burst on my tongue. “We might have to start calling you honey instead.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Dane said.
I recognized that tone. He was at the edge, ready to fuck. I couldn’t blame him. I was going to blow my load, and I’d just sucked her flavor from her fingers. He was getting it right from the source.
“You’re going to come all over my face, getting you nice and ready for us. Then we’re going to fuck you. Good and hard.”
She nodded against my shoulder, and Dane went back to work, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder just before he buried his head between her thighs once again.
I wrapped a hand about her waist to hold her up, telling her exactly what we were going to do. Dirty things. Naughty things. “By the time we’re done with you, sugar, you’ll be ruined for all other men.”
HARPER
Oh. My. God.
I was going to come. I’d only had one guy get me off before, but that had taken tons of foreplay and probably a tired tongue on his part. Usually, I had to touch myself, work my clit to push me over the edge.
But Dane had fabulous oral skills, and Leo’s dirty talk would push any conscious woman over the brink. Dane hadn’t had his mouth on me for more than a minute before I cried out his name, my pussy clamping down and squeezing the finger he was curling expertly inside me. And his tongue flicked on my clit in just the right spot that I couldn’t hold back. The pleasure was like a freight train, plowing into me and running me over. Taking me away to bliss.
Good thing Leo was holding me up or I’d be a puddle on the floor.
I was lifted and carried to the bed, the cool sheets at my back. When I’d caught my breath and opened my eyes, Leo and Dane stood before me. Watching. Waiting.
“That was one,” Leo said, pushing down his snug briefs and gripping the base of his impressive cock. Whoa. That was going to fit in me? It was long and thick, a broad head that had a drop of pearly fluid at the tip. He smeared it with his thumb, then held it out for me.
“Here, sugar. This is for you.”
God, that was so fucking carnal. I pushed up onto my knees, crawled over and took his thumb into my mouth, gave it a gentle suck and a swirl of my tongue. I looked up at Leo through my lashes, saw the haze in his eyes. The heat.
“Fuck, sugar,” he growled.
The sight of him, knowing I could make him be this way—turned on and eager—was powerful. I didn’t want to turn the lights out. This wasn’t that kind of fucking. No. They saw my body, every inch of my wide hips and cellulite, every minor flaw was on perfect display. Yet they didn’t see them. And if they did, based on the readiness of Leo’s cock, he just didn’t care.
The metal clank of Dane’s belt buckle had me pulling off Leo’s finger, sitting back on my heels, watching him get naked, too. Side-by-side, they were gorgeous. Two completely different specimens of males, but just what I wanted. Dane was tall and lean, a runner’s physique. Dark hair was on his chest that tapered to a V at his navel and into a line that drew my eye directly down to his cock. Just like the rest of him, it was long and curved up toward his flat stomach. A vein pulsed up the length.