by Leah Brooke
Ian came forward, gripping her hand and closing in on her other side. “You don’t know that.”
“Everything that I see in my dreams comes true. If I try to change it, something bad happens. If I’d told you about Jean Paul shooting at me, who knows what would have happened? If you try to change what I see, it could have deadly consequences.”
Ian gripped her tighter. “Christ, you’ve been carrying this around alone.” Fisting a hand in her hair, he tilted her head back, lowering his head until he was in her face. “You’re not alone anymore, and I believe in making my own destiny. We’ll work it out somehow.” He tightened his hold when she would have turned away. “We will.”
“Everything that happens in my dreams comes true unless I try to change it. Then it goes more wrong.”
Alastair massaged her shoulders. “Has anything ever turned out better when you changed it?”
Serena smiled faintly, eyeing each of them. “Yes, but I can’t count on that.”
Ian lifted her chin again, his eyes searching hers. “What happened?”
Laying a hand on Ian’s chest, she leaned back against Alastair. “My cousin’s husband, Anthony Carello, was going to kill me, but I came home with you.”
Chapter Ten
Still stunned at the bombshell Serena had dropped, Alastair found he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
The knowledge that her cousin’s husband would have killed her if not for them hit him hard, the very real danger she’d been in knotting his stomach.
Leaning against the doorway, Alastair listened to Ian shower while watching Serena sink deeper into her tub of bubbles.
Now that they’d gotten her promise to tell them about her dreams, he felt much better, willing to use every advantage to make sure she was never in that kind of danger again.
“What would you like for dinner, darling?” Need for her could wait.
Barely.
Surprised at the primitive urge to take her hard and fast, he forced himself to keep his distance. He’d always prided himself on his ability to be cool and controlled, but watching Serena running for her life, to him, had stripped away his sophistication, heightening his feelings for Serena while taking them to the most primal level.
She was his. Period.
His to love. To protect.
He could see the difference in his brother’s feeling for her.
He’d felt the rage coming from Ian, the fury that someone had tried to hurt Serena.
She’d turned their lives upside down, and for the first time in his life, he felt alive.
Amused that such a little thing surrounded by bubbles had made such an impact on his life, and that of his brother’s, he watched her indulgently, hoping that the bath he’d suggested calmed her somewhat.
He had plans for wine with dinner, followed by a slow seduction that he hoped would take care of the rest.
To his surprise, Serena sat up abruptly and jumped to her feet, yanking a towel from the shelf as water sloshed over the sides of the tub. “Damn it. I really screwed up, didn’t I?”
Alastair blinked, his cock jumping at the sight of her wet body covered in bubbles, his heart clenching at the torment in her eyes.
Getting to his feet, he moved toward her, grabbing another towel on his way, aware that Ian had turned off the shower and rushed out. “Problem, darling?”
Bending at the waist, she buried her face in the towel. “I almost blew your cover. If anyone had seen you, it would have ruined everything you’ve worked so hard for. God, I’m stupid.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Alastair began to dry her. “Not to mention almost getting yourself shot.”
Lifting her face, she hugged him, pressing her cheek against his chest. “You were right to be so angry.”
“Yes. We were.”
“Are.” Ian tossed the towel he’d rubbed over himself aside and grabbed another from the shelf. “I’m glad you finally realize just how much could have gone wrong.”
Lifting her face to his, he was surprised to see hunger darkening her violet eyes. “I wondered how long it would take before reaction hit you. Although you’re shaking, you’ve been calmer than I’d expected.”
Stunning him even more, she leapt at him, throwing herself in his arms. “Take me. Oh God. I need to feel you. Both of you.”
Alastair watched Ian approach out of the corner of his eye, hiding a smile when he realized that Ian squirted lube onto his fingertip. “Right now?”
“Yes!” Serena ran her hand over his chest, sucking in a breath when he moved the towel slowly over her nipple. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Not for long.” His eyes narrowed, and the arm around her waist tightened. “Brace yourself, baby.”
Ian wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, his intent obvious when his fingers moved slowly down the cheeks of her ass. “I like you like this, wearing nothing but bubbles.”
She sucked in a breath when a finger, firm and cold with lube, thrust into her bottom, the pressure unrelenting as he pushed it deeper. Trembling, she gripped Alastair for support, arching back to give both of her lovers better access.
“God, I love the way you touch me.”
Mental barriers, so much a part of her, crumbled beneath their caresses, leaving her with a sense of vulnerability that both men seemed to recognize.
Alastair held her in his protective embrace, watching her closely with eyes glittering with passion and love. “That’s it. Let go. You know we’ve got you. You’ve been shutting people out for so long that it’s second nature. Not with us.” Holding her bottom, he let Ian pull her back against him, letting his gaze rake over her breasts.
Ian’s teeth scraped over her shoulder, his firm hand sliding over her belly and lower to part her folds. Withdrawing his finger almost all the way from her ass, he pressed a finger of his other hand over her clit. “No more secrets. Christ, we almost lost you!” He thrust his finger deeper, the anger in his voice and in his touch unmistakable.
“Oh God!” Kicking her feet, she rocked on the finger Ian used to fuck her ass and the one moving with agonizing slowness over her clit.
Bracing her weight with his muscular arm, he leaned over her, his eyes shooting with golden sparks. “I need you too fucking much. I want your promise to never do anything like that again.”
“Never.” Shaking her head, she let it fall back, reaching up to pull Ian’s head down to hers, her kiss full of apology. Tightening her hand in his hair when he lifted his head, she looked straight into his eyes. “Never. I promise I’ll tell you everything.”
Their need to establish intimacy with her again was evident in their eyes, drawing her closer with every touch.
Realizing how much she needed it, too, she clung to Ian, who lifted his head to stare down at her while working his finger in and out of her bottom.
Withdrawing it with a speed that left her bottom clenching, he kept his arm around her while squirting more lube onto his finger. “You’re our lover, and you need our protection, especially when you’re involving yourself in our assignments.”
Alastair lifted her against him again and turned, striding toward the bedroom. “What we have with you is too important to risk—for anything.”
Cupping his jaw, Serena rubbed her clit against him, need for both of them clawing at her. “Please, just don’t shut me out.”
Dropping her on the bed, he hurriedly threw off his clothes. “I couldn’t shut you out if I wanted to. There isn’t a time that I don’t want you. After that scare at DuBois’s, I wanted to pull the car over and take you.” Tossing the last of his clothes aside, he gathered her against him and turned. “I need to be inside you. To feel you. To hear your cries of pleasure, hoping like hell they’ll drown out the cries still ringing in my head, the cries you made when you were running from DuBois.”
With Ian holding her from behind, and Alastair holding her against his chest, Serena smiled, loving the feel of hot, hard muscle all around her. �
�It won’t happen again. God, it feels so good when you both hold me.”
Alastair reached into a drawer and retrieved a condom. “It’s going to feel even better. We’re both taking you this time, Serena. We both need you too much.”
Watching him roll on the condom, she sucked in a breath at the feel of Ian’s cock jumping against her back. “And I need you, so much sometimes that it scares me. If you ever stop needing me—”
“Never!” Ian handed her to Alastair, who reached for her and lay back on the bed. “You’re in my blood, and if you ever leave, I swear I’ll come after you and bring you back.”
Gripping her waist, Alastair eased her onto his cock, impaling her inch by inch on his steely thickness.
“Ooohh! God, it feels good when you’re inside me.” Her pussy clenched on his cock, her clit already swollen and sensitive. She tried to rub it against him, desperate for friction there, stilling when she forced his cock too deep.
“Easy, Serena. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Alastair’s hand tightened on her hips, his jaw clenched tight. “Let me do it. Come here, darling.” His rough tone, so different from his usually smooth one, excited her even more. Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her down to his chest, kissing her hair as he wrapped an arm around her to hold her close. “You okay?”
Serena couldn’t stop clenching on him, stiffening all over when Ian slid a lubed finger into her ass again, the decadence of what he did to her stoking the need inside her. Shaking everywhere, she gripped Alastair’s shoulders, burying her face against his neck. “Oh God. It feels so strange whenever you touch me there.”
Every nerve ending in her bottom came alive under Ian’s ministrations, the feel of having her pussy filled while Ian pressed his fingers against the inner walls of her ass driving her wild.
“I know. Easy, baby.” Ian’s harsh tone held a gentleness she knew he reserved for her. “Hold on to her, Alastair. Careful. Remember, we can’t go too deep.”
With a firm arm around her back, Alastair cupped the back of her head, leaning back to stare down at her. “I’ve got her. Our little fake dominatrix seems to be on the wrong side of the whip.”
Amused, she poked at his chest. “You pull a whip on me, I’m siccing the dogs on you!”
Chuckling, Ian pressed her back against Alastair and poised the head of his cock against her puckered opening, making it burn. “You were sexy as hell. You continuously surprise me.”
Serena gasped when he pushed deeper, instinctively pushing against Alastair’s chest to sit up, moaning in frustration and need. “I w-wouldn’t w-want you t-to get bored with me.”
Holding her close, Alastair kissed her hair. “I can’t even imagine it.”
“Never. Oh God. Please don’t.” Her bottom burned, forced to stretch to accommodate Ian’s cock and making her pussy feel impossibly fuller. “How can it keep getting better?”
“Because you love us.” Alastair gripped her ass cheeks and moved her on his cock, each movement forcing Ian’s cock deeper. “And we love you. It pisses me off when you think we’re going to get bored with you.”
“Same goes when you talk about me leaving.” Serena moaned as her lovers began to move, a cock thrusting deep into her pussy and then another into her ass in a rhythm that made conversation impossible. “I can’t imagine losing this.”
Her cries and the groans of her lovers filled the room, their grunts of encouragement like music to her ears.
“Neither can we. You got her, Ian?”
“I’ve got her. Fuck! She’s wet and slippery.” Ian’s hands tightened on her hips as he began thrusting faster. “I don’t want to go too deep.” His mouth closed on her neck, nipping and sucking lightly. “Christ, woman, you turn me inside out.”
They had to know what they did to her when they talked the way they did.
They had to know what it did to her to be taken so completely, but she doubted that they understood just how much confidence their love had given her.
They couldn’t understand how incredible it was to be treated as a desirable woman instead of a freak of nature to be avoided at all costs.
The muscles in Alastair’s arms and chest bunched and shifted as he moved her on his cock, his expression hard with sexual tension, his tawny hair and eyes giving him the look of a predator. “Let’s do the same to her.” His fingers tightened on her nipples briefly before sliding down her body to her waist. Watching her intently, he pressed a thumb against her clit. “Come for us, Serena.” He stroked her clit, his eyes flaring at her cry. “I love when you fall apart.”
Clenching on both of them, she threw her head back with another cry, the tingling sensation growing stronger with every thrust.
With every stroke of Alastair’s thumb.
She writhed as the pressure built, so close to coming that she held her breath with every thrust, expecting to fly off the edge at any moment.
The continuous friction against her inner walls threatened her sanity, the too-full feeling overwhelming her.
Feeling Alastair’s gaze, she opened her eyes to stare into his glittering, narrowed ones, once again stuck that the tall, muscular golden man, who watched her with such love in his eyes, belonged to her.
It made the hunger even stronger while the demands from both of them spurred her to make demands of her own.
Taking Alastair’s hands in hers, she lifted them to her breasts, moaning at the friction of his palms against her nipples. “Yes!”
Ian gripped her waist tighter, moving her faster. “So fucking hot.” His powerful hands moved her with an ease that never ceased to amaze her. “Oh yeah!”
Her orgasm slammed into her with a force that stole her breath, her initial panic at the loss of control passing quickly under their caresses and gentle words of encouragement.
* * * *
Ian’s entire body shook with the effort it took to hold back. Knowing that he could hurt her by plunging deep, he held her tightly against him, groaning when her orgasm triggered his own.
Filled with male satisfaction that the cool, shy woman Serena presented to the rest of the world became a hot, passionate woman under his touch, Ian gathered her close and buried his face against her neck. Focusing on what he knew to be an extremely sensitive spot, he smiled at her shiver. “I’m never letting you go.”
Lifting an arm to wrap around his neck, she leaned back against him, turning her head to nuzzle his in an affectionate gesture that tugged at his heart. “I hope not. It’s not going to be easy.”
Ian bit back a groan when her ass clenched on him. “Loving you is never going to be easy, or boring.”
Serena stiffened, closing her eyes. “Jonathan’s coming.”
“Hell.” Ian eased his cock from her ass, running his hand down her back when she shivered and moaned. “I’m going to jump in the shower again. Come join me.”
* * * *
Nodding, Serena went willingly into Alastair’s arms, sighing in pleasure at the feel of being cuddled against his chest. “Jonathan’s anxious to talk to you about me. He doesn’t trust me at all. He thinks I’m using you, and he’s also afraid that you’re going to stop working for him because of me.”
Caressing her back, he kissed the top of her head. “I don’t give a damn what he thinks, and I sure as hell don’t want to talk about Jonathan while I’m inside you.”
Rolling her to her back, he braced his weight on his elbows to stare down at her. “When I think about how close—”
Cupping his jaw, Serena shook her head, wrapping her legs around his hips. “It didn’t happen.”
“It could if we’re not careful.” Sliding his fingertips through her hair, he stared down at her, brushing his lips over hers. “You’re going to have to be patient and not press Ian to do more than he thinks you’re ready for. He was really shaken that he couldn’t close those mental barriers fast enough.”
Sliding her hands through his hair, Serena dug her heels into his taut butt. “You did it. I felt you.” She
glanced toward the bathroom, keeping her voice low despite the fact that she heard the shower running. “I knew you would do it.”
Gold flickered in Alastair’s eyes, and with a groan, he eased his cock from her and touched his lips to hers. He deepened his kiss, sliding his hands under her to gather her against him, the emotion in his hold heightening the intimacy. Breaking off his kiss with a groan, he slid a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer, touching his lips to her ear. “Ian’s determined to practice with you to be able to connect with you the way I can. Until he succeeds, he’s not going to be comfortable letting you get involved. Be patient with him. Finding himself helpless to protect you when Rita was killed hit him hard.” Lifting his head, he held her gaze with his loving one. “The fact that you shut us out and didn’t let us know about the threat to you from DuBois hit us both even harder. It’s going to take some time, darling, for us to come to an understanding about this. Be patient. We love you too much to risk losing you.”
Rising from the bed, he ran a hand down her belly. “Go to Ian. He needs you.”
Chapter Eleven
Naked, Ian lay propped in bed with an equally naked Serena nestled beside him. Together, they watched the television screen and the scene between Alastair and Jonathan taking place downstairs.
It felt good just to hold her.
Pillowed on his chest, Serena tilted her head back to look up at him. “Did you watch the living room that night when Anthony Carello visited?”
Shifting his attention from the screen to glance at her, Ian inclined his head. “I did.”
Smiling, she poked his stomach. “Are there any other cameras I should know about?”
Ian tugged at the ends of her hair. “I was thinking about putting one in right over the bathtub. I love watching you in a tub full of bubbles.”
Seeing the tension lingering in his eyes, Serena turned to face him. Tracing a pattern over his chest, she lifted her gaze to his. “Are we good now?”