by Lauren Dane
It had crossed his mind that Paul hired a PI to watch them. He seemed more likely than John Senior, who didn’t strike Adam as the sort who would spend hard-earned money to tail Jessi.
Mick pushed from the bed and began to pace. “It’s got to be Adam’s dad or mine. Who else could it be?”
“Hamish is a famous person. I’ve been out with him before and had photographers pop from bushes and had those shots show up on gossip sites. But those people don’t give their photos away. If they wanted something from you for a story, they’d come at you in the open to get a rise from you. This is sneaky. Remember that car from last weekend? When you went all black-ops agent and crept around?” Jessi asked Mick.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Adam couldn’t help but laugh, because he’d thought it was hot too.
“I thought about that.” Mick blushed charmingly. “I talked to Carmella about the car you saw outside your shop too. I’m going to assume it’s connected, but it might not be. Maybe you can work from home until we figure out what’s going on.”
“No way. This is just a picture. My eyes aren’t scribbled out, there’s no threatening note. I’m trying to build my business. The bulk of my work needs to be done there. I can’t have fittings at the house. Not for most clients. Anyway, I like working there. It’s comfortable. Quiet. Near most anything I’d need and ten minutes from home.” Jessi’s tone said she wasn’t going to be moved on this.
Which didn’t mean Adam wasn’t going to try. “We don’t know what it is. Until then, why not just take extra precautions?”
“Are you taking extra precautions?” she challenged. “Is Mick? Look if this is one of your father’s parishioners saying ooh look at that skanky whore, oooh, then I’m not in danger. It’s just stupid.”
“At least let us take you and pick you up.” Mick went for another angle.
“I’m done with this conversation.” Jessi’s mouth firmed and Adam knew they’d hit her limit.
“I just think we don’t know yet exactly what it is. Or who it is. Until we do, we should be careful.” Mick’s tone went silky and Jessi’s insistence gentled a little.
“You’re so good at that,” she told Mick. “But unless you two are working from home or are being driven in and picked up, fuck off.”
Mick laughed, grabbing her around the waist and tossing her to the bed on her back. “You’re awfully saucy.”
“I know. I’m a menace. Someone ought to teach me a lesson.” Jessi looked from Mick to Adam. “Or two.”
“Are you trying to distract us with sex?” Adam asked.
“Is it working?” Her smile shot straight to his dick.
He grabbed her ankle, hauling her to him and Mick with her. “Only when I want it to.”
She let her thighs fall open, a smile of challenge on that delicious fucking mouth. “And do you?”
“Hell yes.” He pulled the soft sleep pants she wore from her body, along with her panties.
“Thank god,” Mick muttered as he ridded himself of his clothing while dropping kisses over Jessi’s face and Adam’s shoulder.
“Oh yeah? What is it you need, baby?” Adam gave an order wrapped in a question.
Jessi shivered as she looked to Mick, waiting to hear his answer.
“Not really craving pain, just sweet oblivion with you two. This makes me unsettled. I need for us to raise the drawbridges and fuck like minks.” Mick grabbed Adam’s cock and gave it a squeeze.
“How do we know so much about minks and their sexual habits anyway?” Jessi asked. “That’s weird.”
Mick laughed as he took one of her nipples between his teeth and gave it a few hard tugs.
“Google it. After. For now, what about you, angel? What do you need?” Adam asked her.
The intensity of his gaze sent her silliness far, far away. “I need everything,” she said on a breath.
Adam bent to kiss across her belly. “The whole night all I could think about was the taste of your skin.” He licked over her hipbone and around her belly button. Walking his fingertips down her belly, her parted her labia and tugged her piercing gently. “And the way this feels against my tongue.”
He raised his fingers from her pussy and drew them over Mick’s bottom lip. A sweep of Mick’s tongue had Jessi and Adam both groaning.
That he looked so smooth and polished but was so breathtakingly dirty rendered Jessi into a puddle of goo.
He kissed Mick then, and from her place on her back below them, she watched, enchanted.
She’d do anything necessary to keep this safe. To protect it from anyone or anything that wanted to tear it apart. If Paul Gulati or John Roberts wanted to start shit, she’d teach them to never underestimate a nice girl again.
Taking Mick’s cock in her hand, she angled it to lick over the head and crown. On her other side, Adam shifted to brush his cock against Mick’s, over Jessi’s mouth and tongue.
It was too much. Too much sensation. Their weight was right on the verge of overwhelming. All she could see, smell, taste, and feel was them.
She drowned in it as they touched her, as Adam’s fingers trailed against her temple. He spoke soft, velvet filth to her. Of her beauty and curves. Of the way she made him feel.
Every time she opened her eyes it was to find them above her, foreheads touching as they watched their cocks sliding against her lips.
Their taste changed, Mick’s always stronger than Adam’s. Mixed and became different.
“I don’t want to come all over your pretty face.” Mick pulled back and bent to kiss her and lick over Adam’s cock as she did.
“You don’t?” Jessi asked.
“Not right this moment. Right this moment I want to fuck you while I watch you suck Adam off.”
Adam hummed his approval.
“You’re better at it than I am. I mean, why have fast food when you can have a gourmet meal?” Jessi asked.
Mick and Adam were stunned silent for long moments until they both started to laugh.
“What? I’m not wrong. Mick is better at sucking cock than I am.”
Mick managed to stifle his laughter to speak. “Jessi, that’s not true. It’s different. Not better or worse.”
“Stop laughing!” She wasn’t that effective at this admonition through her own gales of laughter. “You have the penis, you know how to do it better.”
“Stop. Oh my god.” Adam did some sort of roll thing where he flipped her and she ended up straddling his waist. “I’m going to crack a rib laughing.”
“Serve you right for mocking my pain.” Jessi rubbed herself all over his cock.
“You’re aware this is the opposite of punishment, right?” Adam asked.
“Oh I don’t want to punish you. And I don’t want you to punish me either. I don’t need a daddy, I have one of those. But maybe I want to tease you… it feels so, so good.” She arched her back as she ground her clit against him.
“It really does. Mick, baby, what are you up to?” Adam reached out to find Mick had moved behind Jessi.
“I needed to kiss the back of Jessi’s neck where the skin is so soft.” Mick underlined that by kissing her exactly there.
Jessi let her head fall forward to give Mick access while Adam’s hands skimmed over her breasts.
Damn she was blessed. Not just for the abundance of penis in her life, but the big stuff, the love and connection they brought her. The belonging.
Adam slipped into her pussy in short teasing strokes and then hissed, the muscles in his neck cording.
They’d decided that week, after two clean tests each, that they could leave the condoms behind.
He felt so good inside her naked she had no regrets about that decision. Though messier, there was something so raw and sexy about it, about his scent all over her and hers on him. All that sweat and come was sticky yes, but showering afterward was an indicator of just how much fun you had.
These boys had her washing her hair afterward, as well as changing the sheets. Pre
tty much—she realized—her life was fucking perfect. Sexy, sticky, full of laughter and snuggling. Yeah, life was good.
Adam snarled a curse, the sound of it made her toes curl. When he let his control go—or to be fair, whenever she managed to get him that flustered—it sent a wildfire through her.
Mick was at her back, his cock against her ass. So hot and hard. He scratched down her spine just this shy of pain and she hissed arching as she pressed into his touch.
Then his hands settled at her waist, fingers splayed there, moving with her as she undulated on Adam’s cock.
Adam pinched her nipples. “I’ve been thinking of piercing them. What do you think?” Jessi asked them both.
“It would look gorgeous,” Mick said in her ear.
Adam broke in. “The possibilities… oh so many toys we could play with.”
The liquid heat of climax began to spread through her body. She groaned, loving the way it echoed outward from her diaphragm.
Sometimes the pleasure was so massive and so sharp it scared her. She reined it in rather than be overwhelmed. Letting herself get carried away and swept up in how they made her feel was part of why it hurt so damned much the first time.
But it wasn’t four years ago. They were all different. All better.
And now she flung herself into it, grinding herself against Adam, sending sparks of sensation from her clit each time she did.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she mumbled as she got closer and closer.
“When he comes, I’m next. Do you understand?” Mick asked, his hands moving from her waist to cup her breasts. He thrust himself between his belly and her ass and back, the way already slick from pre-come.
Beyond words, she nodded enthusiastically.
Adam’s hands had replaced Mick’s at her waist as he controlled her angle, getting in so deep she let out a little oof of breath.
“So beautiful,” Adam said, voice tinged with wonder. It humbled her that he’d see her that way.
Jessi reached behind herself, down to cup Adam’s balls as he continued to fuck her. When she scored her nails gently over his sac he hissed and she felt the jolt of his cock.
He fucked her faster. Harder. Sweat sheened over his chest and belly, over his forehead. His eyes weren’t blurred as Jessi knew hers were. No, he gazed at her with so much intensity she was bared to her soul.
There was no sound but the slap of his body against hers as he’d long taken over the thrusts, even though she was on top.
She dragged in breath after breath, holding back, riding right on the razor’s edge of climax until he froze, his muscles locked, every bit of his attention on her as he came.
He held her tight enough that he’d leave a mark. That thought and the sting of the bruises forming sent her into orgasm. Adam stretched up, taking her mouth, kissing her as she continued to come, as he pulled out and Mick took his place.
A different sort of orgasm rolled through her at the invasion. Different shape and size, Mick’s cock touched parts of her deep inside that Adam didn’t.
“I’ve never dreamed of anything so hot,” Adam said. He moved so that he remained under her as Mick shifted her body to her hands and knees.
The way they’d put her how they wanted was ridiculous. Anyone else on earth and she’d probably have punched them. But these two? They touched her and she wanted more. No matter how they touched her she wanted it.
That it was dirty and taboo at times and yet still managed to be comforting and safe would have been unbelievable with anyone else.
But there she was, between two men, naked, sticky, sweaty, saying all manner of filthy stuff and meaning it, oh yes. But it was beautiful because it was them.
Mick’s hands slid up her back and then into her hair, tugging her back, arching her so he could kiss her while Adam licked and bit her nipple.
“Holy shit,” she wheezed, “you’re going to make me come again.”
He did and she didn’t stop coming until he began.
Everyone needed a shower and a hair wash that night.
CHAPTER
Twenty-five
Mick smiled as he watched her work. Jessi bent over a sewing machine, TV on the Radio turned up loud. He’d made up a reason to come by, knowing she’d see it for the ruse it was.
But as he stood there he realized it wasn’t so much of a ruse after all, because all his agitation seemed to slide away.
She looked up at last, smiling. “Hi there!”
“Come have lunch with me.” He poured on extra charm.
“You’re a ways from Twisted Steel for lunch, mister.”
“I am. I came to check on you. I admit it. But I do want to have lunch. That little café down the block has excellent sandwiches.”
“And the servers love you.” She pulled the fabric free of the machine and snipped threads before she stood and came to him, hugging him. “I’m all right. No one strange has been lurking. Been quiet so far today.”
“Good to know.” He’d already done a walk around the blocks surrounding her shop, so he knew that, but it was nice she was paying attention.
“Which part? How much everyone at the café loves you coming in because you’re so hot? Or that I’m aware of my surroundings like an adult and as I told you and Adam I would be?”
She was teasing, but he heard the annoyance in her tone. Knew he and Adam were in her business more than she liked. Which was unfortunate, but neither man had plans to let their guard down. They’d figure out what was happening and once things were resolved, she could go back to flitting around doing her thing.
“You know Adam and I don’t think you’re incapable of handling yourself.”
Jessi gave him a raised brow. “If I didn’t, I’d be sleeping here from now on.”
“You told us all how important it was to you that you were able to run your own life. Adam and I respect that. And you. But we love you and worry about you.”
“Fine. You’re buying lunch.”
He stole a kiss. “Deal.”
He’d have to be dumb and willfully blind not to see the way the servers in the café responded when they came in. Yes, they did flirt with him like crazy, but he kept his distance. He was with his woman. And truth was, he hated it when people did it to her or to Adam.
Luckily, it wasn’t rude or invasive at the café. Just a bunch of lovely little old Ukrainian sisters who ran the place together.
Jessi gave his plate a look. “It’s like four times more food than anyone else,” she said with a snicker. “I don’t blame them for being so taken with you.”
“I can’t help being charming, Jessilyn.” He grinned.
“This is true. You just are. My mom was over to help this morning and she invited us all over for dinner on Saturday. Also, she invited us for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I say invited, which is a funny word because really, even though she’s so sweet, it was an order.” Jessi dug into her soup.
“Honestly, Jess? I can think of very few things I want more than to be back around that table at the holidays. I’ve missed that.” God, he had. It wasn’t as if he was alone. Asa’s mother had them all over at holiday time as well as various members of his own family he still liked to be around.
But the Franklin household during the holidays was a very cool place to be. Full of love and joy. Food everywhere. Presents. They actually sang carols for fun and made popcorn and seed cakes and strings to hang in the trees for whatever animals were still around and would be hungry.
The Franklins greeted you at the door with genuine hugs and made you happy to be there. Made you feel wanted.
Jessi grinned. “Good. I did talk her out of the perceived need for us to sleep over on Christmas Eve, but if you and Adam are interested, we’re all going to midnight services as always.”
He nodded. Of course he’d be there.
“I said I thought you’d both be there. She knows you both have family in the area, so if you need to do that too, no one will be mad.”
“I h
ave nothing to do with any of them. I’ll stop over and take presents to John and Kate, but otherwise, I’m good.”
Jessi frowned. “None of your siblings other than John?”
“Maybe next year or in the future things will work out with me and Anna, but the others are aligned with my father so that’s how that goes.” And the more he thought about this very thing, the less it hurt that he had pulled his life back away from theirs.
“It’s Thursday. Are you still beating people up tonight?” Jessi asked, changing the subject like she knew he’d want.
Mick laughed. “We lay off from November through February for all the holidays. I was thinking it might be nice to do a date-type thing. Movies and dinner. What do you say?”
Few people loved movies more than Jessi. Adam had upgraded his entertainment system at the house so they could watch movies on a big projection screen.
He was glad he suggested it when her eyes lit and she smiled so big it made him laugh.
“I love that idea. I’m having popcorn with the yellow goo on it so know right now you and Adam have to get your own and are forbidden from discussing your disgust at fake butter in my presence.” Jessi gave him a look that had him blushing. Fake butter was totally disgusting. But she loved it, and as long as he could get his own non-fake-butter popcorn, he’d keep his counsel about hers to himself.
“We can make out too.” Mick waggled his brows. She rolled her eyes.
“Depending on what theater we go to. Maybe. People give us dirty looks just from holding hands. I can’t imagine what they’d do if we started to kiss each other.”
He harrumphed and continued eating his lunch. “Carmella wanted me to tell you she was going to call you to see if you were free. She and PJ are doing something Sunday afternoon and she wants you to come. Don’t ask me what it was. I can’t remember.”
He was just thrilled that Carmella and PJ seemed to go out of their way to make Jessi feel welcomed into their group and that Jessi seemed to really like both women.