Coming Back

by Lauren Dane

  “Ohhhh,” she said, slow like honey.

  “I like to be in charge.” He bit and she moaned. “A lot.”

  “You’ll need to earn that.”

  Jessi’s response had Adam standing straight to get a better look at her. “I do?”

  “Yes.” A smile touched her mouth, not that crazy happy Jessi, this one a seriously sexy one. Cocky even. “Like you said, we’ve all changed.”

  Adam’s handsome face darkened into a frown.

  Jessi’s laugh had Mick pulling her into his embrace. “Hi.” He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “This is the best thing in the world. Right here, right now with you and Adam.”

  “Yes.” Jessi nodded.

  “Tell me who you submitted to,” Adam said as he pressed himself to Jessi’s back.

  “No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

  “I really can’t understand why you’re trying to pick a fight right now, Adam. She’s always been our girl.” Mick wanted to shake him, demand he stop trying to poke at her.

  “Ours.” Adam pressed closer, close enough Jessi gave a little grunt as she got squeezed between them.

  “Ours,” Jessi agreed.

  Jessi’s head spun with the sexuality in the air. Even before, their first time together and the few days they’d had were more clumsy and wonderful than seriously hot and sweaty. Though that had been part of it.

  No, what she’d experienced as a twenty-five-year-old with her two childhood best friends had felt like an extension of what they’d had. They’d stumbled into it, and while it had been amazing, it didn’t hold a candle to what it was just then as the air seemed to shimmer with desire and anticipation.

  She hadn’t actually submitted to anyone. Ever. But she wasn’t stupid. Or naïve. If Adam wanted it, he’d earn it. Otherwise why would she do it?

  The memory of the sting as he’d grabbed her hair and bent her back rushed through her.

  Her boys were there. With her. Their hands and mouths on her. The ache she’d pretended away for years had been slowly easing as just being around them had made her feel better.

  She’d eaten, had ice cream, and now was about to have a hot-damn three way with the two people she loved most in the whole world. And they looked even better than they had when she saw them both last.

  Between the inked-up, rough-and-tumble Mick and Adam, the debonair dom, she was totally screwed. But like, in a good way. This sort of thing they made together was a kind of magic, and there was nothing she could do but love it as much as she loved them.

  “Did you both learn lots of things to do to me?” she asked, unable not to laugh at her good fortune.

  Adam’s growling laughter was met by Mick’s groan.

  She tipped her head back to stare up at Adam.

  “I’ll endeavor to keep you satisfied,” he told her, kissing her forehead.

  “It’s a big job,” she assured him.

  “I probably need to get started then. Come on up to my bedroom, where we can spread out. Mick, bring the liquor.” Adam stepped back and held a hand for her to take, which she did.

  Mick took her free hand and they let Adam lead them to his lair. She tried to pretend she did this every day, which was naturally a pretty big lie. But it was Adam and Mick. They wouldn’t hurt her.

  Not in a way she didn’t like anyway. It was pretty clear to her that Adam ran to the uber–alpha male territory, so she was fairly sure he could hurt her in ways she would like a lot.

  She’d deal with the uglier feelings about him touching anyone else later. Right then every part of her just wanted to be with them, bare and exposed.

  His bedroom took up half the second floor. A big bed dominated the room, but there was a sitting area near the fireplace with shelves, an overstuffed love seat, and a lamp perfect for a rainy day of reading inside by the fire.

  The rugs on the hardwood floor were Persian. She’d been with him when he bought the one she stood on. The room was a sanctuary. A really luxurious one, no doubt. But this was about Adam’s inner life. Sumptuous fabrics, leather, gorgeous textiles created a space she knew without even asking he spent a lot of time in.

  Probably not always alone. But again, she shoved that aside because it didn’t matter. Not right then and most likely not anymore.

  “I want to smear all your make-up.” Adam said this as he drew the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.

  “Do I have any left?”

  Adam’s severity seemed to wisp away, replaced by a sweeter expression. “You do. Enough that you’re going to have smudged mascara when I’m done.” One corner of his mouth hitched up and she sort of forgot what she’d been thinking about. Make-up? Whatever. When was he going to take his clothes off?

  Mick burst out laughing—most likely at the confusion on her face as Adam got her all sex addled—as he tugged his shirt over his head and her mental dialog skidded to a halt.

  Shoulders that had grown impossibly wide ridged with muscle. The muscle of a man who worked with his body on a regular basis.

  And a lot of that taut, muscular skin was covered in tattoos. She held one hand out to stay him while she clutched at her heart with the other. “You’re enough to startle a girl.”

  “Or a boy,” Adam said.

  She was so lucky.

  It was Mick’s turn to wear that cocky grin as she and Adam looked their fill at him. His belly sported a snarling, badass orangeand-black tiger’s face with numbers below it.

  He slid his palm down his belly, over those numbers, and she huffed a sound, like a desperate wheeze. More please and oh-my-god-stop all at once.

  “Look at you,” Mick said with the tip of his chin.

  “I’d rather look at you,” Jessi said, meaning it with every fiber of her being. “The tiger is new.”

  “Your nose ring is new.”

  “It is. The numbers, it’s my birthday.” She crept closer, looking at the roses and thorns rippling down his forearms, ending at his wrists.

  “I had it added year before last.”

  He’d kept himself apart from her for years, but he hadn’t let go of her in his own way.

  “The way you look at me…” Mick drew a deep breath he slowly exhaled as if trying to center himself. “I’m different now. But you look at me with that light in your eyes. Now I’m just nervous about regular stuff, like how long I’m going to be in you before I come.”

  Heat flushed across her skin at his words.

  “I’ve got faith in you,” she murmured. “You’re not all that different. More ink and piercings, but it’s sexy. Your heart is the same.”

  Mick looked over her shoulder to Adam, who nodded.

  “What? What does that mean?” She pointed a finger back and forth between them.

  “Nothing,” Adam said, but he laughed and blew his cover.

  “Oh really?”

  “Really,” Adam grabbed her around her waist and pulled her back against him. His cock seemed to burn against her skin. “We’re going to look at one another like that because he and I love you.”

  Well. She liked that.

  “Now you.” Mick gestured her way.

  “Shirt off, Jess,” Adam whispered in her ear like a fallen angel luring her to temptation.

  “Just because it’s off doesn’t mean it has left my custody,” she told Mick as she whipped her shirt up and over her head. If she was expected to give back all the clothing she pilfered, she’d be naked a third of the time. She stole them, they were hers. That was the rule.

  Mick’s grin made her tingly and swoony. Honestly, how could she ever have thought happiness was possible without these two people in her life?

  “I’d never think to steal my shirts back once you have them.” Mick stepped close enough to slide his upper body against hers.

  “Oh!”

  Laughing, Mick reached around her to get Adam’s shirt free as well. “You too.”

  Jessi turned in their arms so she could get a look at Adam, and h
oly cow was she glad she had. Tawny skin played over his upper body. No ink but on his inner forearm at his elbow.

  Jessilyn. In her handwriting. He’d shown it to her the last time she’d seen him.

  “I never told you why I put your name there,” Adam said as she slid her fingertips over his skin.

  She waited for the telling and when she did, he smiled, grinding his cock into her.

  “You’re my addiction. The thing I need more than anything.”

  Always so tough. So taciturn and grumpy. And yet, so very tender it broke her heart sometimes. Hell, he’d broken her heart more than once too. It came with loving him, she’d finally accepted.

  “Is that why you denied yourself?” She gave in and combed her fingers through his hair. “And denied me too, I might add.”

  “I had to work through a lot of shit, and I couldn’t do it with anyone else. I had to do it alone.” His voice was rough, full of guilt and anguish.

  “I hear the guilt in your voice. Let it go.” Selfishly, she wanted him to be unfettered when he came to her at long last. So she’d know he was there for good.

  “So you don’t hate me?” he asked.

  Startled, her eyes widened and she tugged on his hair to get his attention. “I could never hate you, Adam, and if I did, I wouldn’t be here. I’m here because I’ve always been here, just waiting for you to remember that.”

  He pressed into her body as Mick gave no quarter at her back. Being squeezed that way kept her immobile.

  And it was delicious.

  He said nothing else before he bent to kiss her. At first slow, teasing, sexy kisses that heated her belly and made her knees feel like noodles. He licked at her lips, teasing her mouth open until she sighed happily.

  Mick played his fingertips up her sides, brushing over the curve of her breasts. “When I saw these tonight I knew you’d worn that dress for me.”

  “I admit that when I tried it on and it had all that tasteful side boob I knew you’d appreciate it,” Jessi said as Adam moved away from her mouth.

  “Who doesn’t appreciate it?” Adam asked as he stepped back enough to grab the waistband of her pajama bottoms and shove them down her legs, along with her panties. “As far as side boob goes, yours is aces.”

  Jessi laughed and then got nervous because they both still had pants on and there she was naked as a jaybird.

  “Mick, why don’t you lead our angel to the bed?” Like a switch had been thrown, Adam took charge. He drew authority around himself like a cloak.

  Mick backed her up slowly, caressing her shoulder before pressing kisses across her skin.

  It was really happening. After years of going through the motions, here it was, the moment she’d been waiting for since she’d woken up to find out Mick had reenlisted.

  Desire made her limbs heavy, left her movements languid as Mick shifted to lay her back on Adam’s big bed.

  “I’m naked and neither of you are,” she said, proud she’d remembered all her words. She got snagged up in the details. The muscles and ink. Both men’s gazes roamed her face and her body and there was no mistaking just how happy they were to be right there.

  The inner walls of her pussy contracted on nothing, sharpening the ache.

  “Patience,” Adam said.

  She raised a brow his way. “Are you new here?”

  Mick, laughing, bent to kiss her.

  A crack sounded and Mick groaned into her mouth as he moved forward. Did Adam just spank Mick? Jeez, they had to hold some of this super hot stuff back or she’d burn to cinder.

  She opened her eyes to watch Mick straighten, a flush on his neck. Adam liked it too, getting caught up for a few moments before turning back to Jessi.

  “I’m not new here, no. I know you’re impatient and greedy when it comes to orgasms.”

  Jessi grinned at Adam, knowing there was a but coming along soon.

  “But I’m in charge. You’ll get what you’re begging for. When I’m ready to give it to you.”

  One of those sort-of orgasms, the kind you had in dreams, stole through her as she squeezed her thighs together. He was going to kill her from desire. Or something. She really couldn’t wait.

  CHAPTER

  Six

  Adam sucked in a breath, wresting his control back. The way her pupils had flared, the dark, hard nipples on tits she thrust his way when he spoke. The parting of her lips on a gasp. Everything she did incited him.

  He was good at this, damn it. The control always snapped into place, his ability to wield it had never been in question.

  But Jessi did something to him. He wanted her to love his dominance as much as he loved dominating her. She looked up at him with trust naked on her features. Willing wasn’t what she was. It was so much more.

  No one looked at him the way she did. It made him feel ten feet tall. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t worthy. Jessilyn ignited something in him from the start.

  Adam had tried to live without her. Without this. And while he’d learned a hell of a lot about himself during those years, he’d never felt as whole as he did right at that very moment.

  “Okay,” Jessi managed to breathe out.

  Step one in his earning her submission, he supposed, stifling a smile. She’d been right of course, real submission wasn’t taken, it was given. And he wanted it. All of it.

  Mick moved at his left and Adam turned to take him in, this man who’d surprised him over and over.

  His pupils were as wide as Jessi’s. As he waited.

  Adam pressed the heel of his hand against his belly as he considered the bounty before him.

  “I was going to strap her into place and eat her pussy to get things started,” he said to Mick, testing his theory that their man liked to be dominated.

  Mick’s mouth hitched at the right corner.

  “But we have you. So for now, I don’t need straps,” Adam told him.

  “He should be naked for that,” Jessi added and it made Adam snort.

  “I think you’re right. Get those pants off, Mick.”

  Jessi rolled to help and Adam grabbed her ankle. “Ah, no, angel, I didn’t tell you to move.”

  She raised her left eyebrow at him in a very fine echo of what he’d done to her just minutes before. But she stopped trying to get to Mick and eased back to where she’d been.

  He straightened again and turned just as Mick’s cock sprang free from his shorts.

  “My. That’s bigger than I remember,” Jessi said.

  Adam couldn’t help but laugh.

  “It wasn’t that long ago,” Mick said, grinning at the compliment.

  “I only got to play with it a few times before you ran off.” Her tone was prim but her gaze flicked from his face to his body, taking her time as she reclined on the bed.

  Broad, muscular thighs dusted with hair led to similarly rock-hard calves. The cock was, as Jessi said, big. Adam hummed his pleasure at what he saw.

  “You can play with it all you want, Jessilyn.” Mick gripped his cock at the base, squeezing slightly.

  Jessi laughed, the sound filling Adam with a peace he hadn’t felt in some time.

  “When I say you can. Keep your hands where I tell you, Jess. For now, Mick, get behind Jessi and hold her wrists for me.”

  “I can put my head in your lap. You know, for ease and all,” Jessi told Mick as he moved.

  Adam still had a hand wrapped around her ankle so he held her in place, sliding one of the straps at the foot of his bed around first her left and then her right. It would keep her body exactly where he wanted it and still allow her to struggle without hurting herself.

  All her sass seemed to drain away as he worked and by the time he straightened and took her in, her eyes had gone heavy lidded, her mouth open slightly.

  Mick crouched at her head, his fingers around her wrists, holding them to either side of his body. A guardian, a co-conspirator. Beautiful and fierce.

  Adam bent to kiss each one of Jessi’s ankles and then u
p to first one knee and the other. Her skin was soft and warm and smelled just exactly as he’d remembered. It seemed like he’d been dreaming this smell forever. And there she was. He needed to relearn her, though. He hadn’t done as much as he’d wanted before things had broken.

  Now he had the time. Time to play. To adore and cherish and devour every delicious bit of her. To show her he was ready now, to be hers in every way.

  And he’d damn well take it and do his job to keep her right there in his bed.

  When he reached her pussy, Adam paused to breathe her in as he spread her labia to expose that soft, wet flesh to his gaze. That’s when he noted the small silver ring and bead piercing her clitoral hood. A full-body shiver of desire took over and stole his words for long moments.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered. “When did you do this?” He tugged gently on the hoop and she gasped.

  Mick leaned forward and cursed at the sight.

  “Your pussy is pierced. Baby, when?” Adam asked, proud his voice hadn’t cracked like a fourteen-year-old’s.

  His sweet and sexy Jessilyn had a silver hoop gleaming against the dark, slick flesh of her pussy. He’d honestly never seen a sight that turned him on more.

  “Seven months ago,” she managed to say, though her words were slow and slightly slurred.

  “Later you’ll tell us why.” He knew there was a reason. This was Jessi after all. “For now I’m going to eat you until you scream. And then Mick can play with you.” Adam’s gaze flicked to Mick’s.

  Mick had always owned a part of Jessi that was far older and deeper than Adam did. Adam wanted to make her come first, begin to heal what they’d torn apart. Maybe heal parts of himself too.

  Somehow.

  For the moment, though…

  He took one lick, and then another, and one more until it was all he saw and felt. Her pussy, her taste, the sound of her indrawn breath. Everything he’d ever wanted and now could finally trust himself to possess.

  Everything he’d never, ever let go of again.

  Mick watched Adam’s mouth on Jessi’s cunt, his breath short, cock impossibly hard.

  Jessi was pierced and inked and right there.

  Damn.

  He allowed himself to believe, to hope and trust. It was the only way he saw himself being happy because he’d been pretty damned empty without her. Jessi had been part of him for so long and then he’d tried to hide on the other side of the planet because he’d been a damned fool.