by Ava Meyers
They were plaguing her.
They taunted her with old fears that while the sex was spectacular, sooner or later he’d realize he could do far better than Sure-Thing-Sarah.
But this time, she refused to let her fears control her. Get over it, she mentally snapped. Maybe he’d get tired of her. Maybe he wouldn’t.
You finally stood up to Richard. Fight for what you want, damn it.
She wanted Luke.
Resolved to enjoy her time with him, she forced herself to take some risks. When they got off the motorcycle, she reached out and took his hand, basking in his smile. At the deli, he plied her with wine and dessert in addition to the sandwich, and she used the opportunity to feed him. When they returned to her place, she was feeling mellow and lazy, and she wanted nothing more than to explore his body from head to toe at her leisure. To show him how much she loved him, even if she wasn’t ready to say it.
She made her request.
“Sounds good to me,” he said.
He stretched out on her bed and literally let her feast on him. He’d done the same thing a few other times in the past, and she’d always relished every second of it. It was her turn to be in control. To do as she pleased with this strong, masculine creature who normally didn’t let anyone or anything dominate him.
She controlled where she touched him. How hard and how light.
Whether she used her fingers or mouth.
Whether she used her body, pressing her breasts into his mouth or rubbing her core against his leg while he moaned and begged for mercy.
She ordered him to suck her nipples, softly at first then harder, even urging him to use his teeth a couple of times, which he did with the utmost of care.
She decided how shallow or deep to take him inside her mouth, and if he made the mistake of arching his hips and trying to push more of himself down her throat, she’d be the one to smack his ass, then she’d punish him by “making” him pleasure her with his mouth. With his tongue. On her clit. In her pussy. Once even in her ass again.
When he was desperate to have her, she teased him some more.
She ordered him to fist and stroke himself in front of her. She loved the slow, sure way he handled his thick cock. The way his big hand engulfed his engorged length, masculine against masculine, in a way her smaller fingers never could. But she wouldn’t let him get off that way, not even when he accused her of being a merciless bitch. As he worked himself into a state of nirvana, she cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm and occasionally licking them. She waited until the last possible second, when he looked crazed with his desire for her, and then she took his dick gently in her mouth and sucked him for all she was worth.
He emptied himself into her with grunts and curses and animalistic moans. Afterwards, he told her it was worth the wait.
And then he gathered her in his arms, wrapped himself around her, and completed a ritual she’d desperately missed.
He kissed her forehead.
He kissed her mouth.
He said, “You, Sarah Larson, are my everything.”
And then, once again, he held her while she fell asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, a knock on Sarah’s front door roused her from sleep. Next to her, the bed was empty, but the running shower assured her that Luke hadn’t fled in the middle of the night. Lazily, she stretched and admired the way he’d marked her body the day before. There were small bruises on her thighs from where he’d held her open, and scrapes from his five-o-clock shadow lingered nearby. She had red splotches on her breasts and stomach where he’d suckled and laved her pale skin until she’d thought she’d die from the pleasure. She ran her hands over her body, still tingling with the aftershocks of the orgasms he’d pushed on her, again and again throughout the long night.
Another knock, this time loud enough to make her frown. Remembering, she covered her mouth to stifle her gasp.
Richard.
What if he was knocking on her door? What if Richard had seen her with Luke? On his bike? At the deli? He was crazy anyway, but she knew the sight of her with her former lover would drive him beyond crazy and into sociopath mode. What if—
“…police department…”
Over her accelerated heartbeat, rapid breathing, and the sound of the shower, she thought she heard the person at her door announce he was with the police. Of course, Richard was with the police, too, but he wouldn’t announce himself that way to her.
Quickly, she threw on fresh panties, a tank, and a different pair of sweats, padded to the front door, which she’d thankfully locked, and looked through the peephole. “Detective James?”
She opened the door and stared at him. He was as breathtakingly handsome as the first time she’d seen him. His silky hair was dark but threaded with mahogany strands no salon could replicate. Not overly tall, he was leanly muscled and would likely be as swift and dexterous as a jungle cat. Appropriately enough, his eyes tilted with a slightly feline slant, glowing with warmth. His sharp features radiated confidence that definitely bordered on arrogance.
“I wasn’t expecting you. Is something wrong?” She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Luke was still in the shower or at least out of earshot. “Is Richard—”
The detective shook his head. “No, Sarah. Like I told you earlier, everything’s fine.” His gaze drifted to her chest and then wandered lower.
There was definitely a slow simmer in his amber eyes that hadn’t been there before. She blushed, which seemed to startle him.
He cleared his throat. “I’m actually here to see Luke.”
Her eyes rounded with shock. He knew Luke? Knew Luke was here? “I don’t understand. How do you—”
“Oh good. You’re here.” Luke strode up behind her, his hair mussed, his body smelling of her favorite liquid soap, and a towel wrapped around his waist. Gently, he nudged her aside to shake Detective James’ hand. He scowled down at her. “You shouldn’t have answered the door. While I’m here, I’ll do that.”
“Why wouldn’t I answer my own door?” she shot back. “What the hell’s going on here? How do you two know each other?”
“Noah and I are old friends. We have been since the academy.”
In her periphery, she saw Noah James step inside and shut the door, then absently rub the back of his neck as he took unprecedented interest in a watercolor hanging on the wall. Hands on his hips, Luke shook his head at her—a movement that caused his towel to slip precariously low. “Come on, Sarah. You didn’t seriously think I’d buy that ‘It was just an old friend,’ bullshit you gave me after Noah called, did you?”
Sarah gasped.
The corners of his mouth turned upward. “While you were in the shower yesterday, I simply checked your Caller ID, dialed Noah back, and got the low down on what’s been going on.”
Outraged, she turned to Noah, who still studied the watercolor like his life depended on it. “That’s completely unprofessional! You had no business telling him.”
Luke swung her around, his grip on her arm inescapable. “You should have told me yourself. Damn it, when Noah told me how Richard’s been terrorizing you, I wanted to kill him, then spank your ass for keeping it from me. Only we both know you’d enjoy that last part way to much.”
Her face turned red. “Luke,” she squeaked out. Sure enough, a glance at Detective James confirmed he’d heard Luke’s little revelation and found it amusing.
She didn’t know what infuriated her more, the fact that he’d just told Detective James that she liked her ass spanked, or that it had provoked an enormous flutter between her thighs. “You know, the two of you can just get the hell out of here. I don’t need either one of you—”
Finally, Noah turned toward her. “You’re wrong, Sarah. You do need us. Me to make sure Richard stays away from you. Luke for the same thing. I can’t protect you during personal hours. At least, not for the most part…”
The silence in the room was deafening.
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bsp; “What?” she breathed faintly. Her eyes sought out Luke, who was glaring at Noah.
“Smooth, Noah, really smooth,” Luke said.
The other man just shrugged his muscular shoulders, then removed his sport coat and tossed it on her couch.
Sarah stared at it slack-jawed. “Staying long?” she growled.
The detective tried not to smile and failed miserably. “I don’t suppose I could get a cup of coffee?”
Her frosty glare conveyed her answer.
“That’s okay, precioso,” he grinned. “I don’t need the caffeine anyway.”
Precioso? Had he really just called her precious? In front of Luke?
But Luke just asked, “Did you put the tail on Richard?”
“We’ve had one on him since last night. He’s in Orange County at the moment. Getting his back waxed at some frou-frou salon,” Noah sneered. “Sustantivo.”
Sarah glanced at Luke, who translated for her. “He called him a wimp.”
Noah held up his cell. “My man will call me as soon as Walters even thinks about returning to Palm Springs.”
“Good.”
Hands on her hips, Sarah gritted out, “Will someone tell me what’s going on here?”
Luke studied her so long she actually started to squirm. Then, with a sigh, he reached for her hand, carried it to his mouth, and kissed it. “Give us a second here, will you, Noah?”
“Why don’t I help myself to a glass of agua…” Noah said, then stepped out of view into her kitchen. She heard a cabinet door open and close. The faucet ran as Noah presumably filled a glass.
“Listen to me, baby. I don’t want you to think Noah or I take your safety lightly, but Richard can’t get to you right now. He can’t take a piss without us knowing about it. Believe me, you and I are going to talk about the fact you didn’t tell me what was going on with him…later.” He raised his hand to forestall her protest. “But for now…I heard how you sounded when Noah called. I saw your expression.”
“And?” she prompted, even though she had an idea where this was going.
Bending down, Luke nuzzled her ear. “He turns you on, doesn’t he?” he whispered.
She shook her head. “No! Of course not. D-did you ask him here for…for that? I’m going to kill you, Luke.” She jerked away and tried to yank her hand out of his, but he held on. Something—or someone—bumped into her from behind, and suddenly she found herself sandwiched between two of the hottest men she’d ever met. It should have been panic or outrage she felt, not the heady tidal wave of desire that threatened to sweep her away.
“In case there’s any doubt, I want you, Sarah,” Noah whispered in the same ear Luke had spoken into, his breath hot and his slight accent even hotter. “I’ve discussed it with Luke, and I want to pleasure you. Sin compromiso. No strings attached.”
She shivered and a sizzle ran straight between her legs, causing her to grow even wetter. “This is insane.” She laughed nervously. “You guys are cops!”
“This isn’t about Noah’s job, baby. He’ll protect you from Richard. I’m going to make damn sure of it. But he can give you more. So can I. More than I’ve ever given you before. I want you to experience that. How about it? You said you’d do all the nasty things I wanted you to. How about letting Noah join us? Right here. Right now.”
“No,” she said, but even she could tell her protest sounded weak. Noah’s hand rubbed along the waistband of her sweats and she struggled for sanity in a world where everyone had gone mad. “I can’t believe you had him show up like this. That you just called him and you both expect me to—to…” To what? To give herself over to them so they could pleasure her in every way imaginable? No strings attached?
She hadn’t truly believed him, she realized. Part of her had never really taken Luke’s offer of a threesome seriously. But, quite obviously, he’d been dead serious. He said he wanted to give her that experience. Wanted her to feel that kind of mind-boggling pleasure, which would in turn pleasure him.
The guy was just too good to be true.
Only he really was that good.
Her old insecurities raised their ugly head, threatening to swamp her, but she refused to give them credence. At least for now.
Luke might be good, but he was also very, very bad. In all the best ways, of course.
But what if this was a trick? What if he just wanted to see how far Sure-Thing-Sarah would go?
She jerked when Luke’s mouth took hers, a short nipping kiss that brought her abruptly back to the present. “This isn’t something you have to think so hard about, Sarah. We just want to pleasure you, nothing more, I promise. Now say yes and let Noah and me get started.”
She held her breath. She thought about the fact that Richard was miles away, being watched by Noah’s man, and that Luke had promised to keep her safe. She thought about the years she’d spent without Luke, without any man in her bed. Then she imagined how good it would feel to be completely selfish and let these two virile, handsome men give her all they had.
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it.
But a girl could die trying right?
“Yes.”
***
Minutes later, they were all naked and Sarah was spread out on the floor like a virgin about to be sacrificed to the Gods. Right after they ate her out, of course, and gave her so many head-banging orgasms that she’d almost pass out.
As Luke watched, Noah crouched between her legs, going at her like gang busters. Her knees were bent, her heels touching her buttocks while Noah held her ankles and made sure she stayed nice and open for what his lips and tongue were doing to her. Every now and then, Noah would glance up and grin at Luke, Sarah’s pussy juice glistening against the man’s golden skin.
Damn, it was a sight to behold—the way her face contorted with pleasure. Pleasure she was getting from someone else. Possessiveness swamped him, threatening to ruin it all.
He’d known it wouldn’t be as easy to share Sarah as he had his other women. What he felt for her was too powerful for that. But watching her hips arch and her breasts bounce while she simultaneously tried to control herself and still ride to orgasm was intoxicating. Most of all, he loved the way her gaze continually sought his, and the way she was reaching for him and mouthing his name, as if he was her anchor, her reason for being.
She covered her mouth with one of her hands to stifle a scream, and Luke’s gaze jerked back to Noah, who was rubbing the head of his cock against her nether lips, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Luke clenched his fists against the need to pummel the other man for daring to touch what was his.
But this wasn’t about ownership.
This was about Sarah and giving her all the pleasure she could stand.
With a growl, Luke moved swiftly and straddled her chest so his dick bobbed in front of her face. “Suck me, Sarah. Now.”
Her eyes greedily found him first. Then her hands. Then her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him in and all the feelings of possessiveness shot straight to his dick. Her pleasure, he thought again, before he became lost in his own pleasure.
He could tell when Sarah hovered at the edge of release, and he forced himself to back away from her, withdrawing his dick from the furnace of her mouth. She increased the pressure of her sucks, frantically trying to keep him inside her, but he pulled out anyway. “I want to watch your face when it happens. I want to hear you scream.”
“Luke. Oh my God,” she gasped. “It feels too good. I can’t—”
He frowned. She was fighting it even as she was desperate for the pleasure Noah was giving her. Moving to the side and off her, he confirmed Noah lapped at her while pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. Reaching out, Luke placed his palm on Sarah’s stomach, massaging her in small circles, urging the muscles that tensed and rolled to relax. “Come, baby. Let it happen. Give it to us.”
Her gaze locked with his, and she moaned. Her hips pistoned against Noah’s mouth, and she really tried; he could see she was try
ing. But she stayed there on the edge, unable to get over that final hurdle.
“Noah,” Luke called.
Noah paused, glanced at Luke, then, reading the message in his eyes, stopped going down on her altogether. He reared up, breathing hard, a dazed look in his eyes as he reached down to stroke his cock. Gently, Luke rolled Sarah onto her stomach, then helped her rise to all fours.
“You wanna taste Noah’s dick, Sarah? ‘Cause I think he deserves a little reward for getting you this far, don’t you think?”
At his words and Sarah’s mewl of agreement, Noah moved directly in front of her. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared in Sarah’s mouth. Noah groaned like a man being dragged into the depths of hell while glimpses of heaven scrolled through his mind. Swiftly, Luke took his position behind Sarah. Smoothing his hands over the lush globes of her ass, he bent and kissed her spine. “That’s a good girl. You suck him nice and hard, okay? And in the meantime, I’m going to take my own reward. Oh yeah,” he hissed as he gripped the base of his cock and guided the head into the slippery folds that peeked out at him. “Damn, you’re hot, Sarah. You’re going to burn me alive.”
She bucked backwards, and immediately half of him sunk into her. He’d never slipped into a woman so smoothly, but before she could force the rest of him inside her, he jerked out. She moaned in protest, then gasped when he smacked her ass with the flat of his palm. Damn, but she loved the whole spanking vibe.
“Naughty girl,” he crooned. “This is my reward, remember. I want you to take me nice and slow. As slow as you’re going to take Noah’s cock in your mouth, you understand?”