His thrusts became harder but shallower, barely even pulling out as he ground himself against me.
I pressed my head back into the pillow, not even caring about the sounds coming out of my mouth as I rode the waves of pleasure.
The orgasm lasted longer than I was used to. As I clawed desperately at Tyler’s back, the heady, molten sensation built and built. My stomach muscles clenched as I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, making it possible for him to drive deeper into me, drive me higher. I moaned loudly and my vision went blurry as wave after wave washed over me. My thighs started to tremble, and I put my feet back down onto the mattress.
Before I had a chance to catch my breath, Tyler changed it up again, pushing in and out with more force—longer, faster strokes that drew out my own pleasure—then groaned his release into my neck.
He rolled onto his back beside me, and our hands found each other between our naked, panting bodies.
As my breathing evened, I turned my head to him. “You cheated.”
He looked at me and smirked. “Are you complaining?”
“No. I couldn’t be more satisfied.”
Thirty
Alec arrived back from his meeting at Melior Group headquarters while Tyler was still inside me—for the second time. He pounded on the door, demanding to be let in. We thought he was just feeling the Light’s pull and ignored him until we finished. But it turned out he’d been trying to call us for over an hour.
The Melior Group board had finally approved the large-scale attack they’d been planning for weeks, and we needed to move out immediately. The jet was being fueled.
He pointedly ignored the fact that Tyler opened his door in nothing but underwear, as well as me on the bed, nothing but a crisp white sheet covering my still-flushed body. It was only when Tyler disappeared into the bathroom that Alec looked at me.
So many emotions crossed his face I struggled to unpack them, but the way his hands clenched and unclenched by his sides told me at least some of his urgency actually had been driven by his need to get to me.
“Fuck,” he breathed, finally letting the lust hood his eyes. Despite my just having had sex with Tyler twice, my body reacted to the desire in his gaze, and I squirmed on the bed. But he turned on his heel and rushed down the hall.
The next few hours were a flurry of activity, everyone packing, preparing, bustling to the airport. Olivia cried on and off, Dot worried about whether to bring Squiggles, and Tyler and Lucian were constantly on the phone, making last-minute arrangements and giving orders.
We hadn’t had time for the guys to update me on their meeting. I hadn’t had time to tell them about Tyler and me either, but they knew.
I’d showered and dressed and was packing when they got home, but Josh took one look at me, kissed me passionately, and grinned from ear to ear, anticipation and happiness dancing in his eyes.
“Well, OK then,” he said before releasing me. Ethan kissed me just as passionately, lifting my feet off the ground, but the look in his face was a little more confused.
Josh dragged him away so they could get packed, and I saw him whisper something, their heads bent together. Then Ethan’s back straightened, and he looked back at me with wide eyes. If Josh hadn’t pulled him along, I had a feeling he would have marched back to me, locked the door, and forgotten about the mission entirely.
Since then, they’d both been throwing me knowing looks full of promise that made my heart beat a little faster and my mind wander to lascivious thoughts.
Before I had a chance to process though, we were in the air. Then, hours later, we were landing in Bangkok and making our way to the compound.
Only then did Tyler explain to Josh, Ethan, and me that we weren’t technically allowed to come. I was only permitted to be there because I was an active operative’s Vital. If something happened to Alec in the field, I needed to be close by to transfer Light to him.
It was stinking hot and humid in Thailand. We were in the wilderness somewhere, well off the beaten tourist track, but Melior Group had managed to find a compound with modern amenities and multiple dwellings to use as a base of operations. Charlie and another eighty or so suspected captive Vitals were in a low building a few miles to the south.
For the past week, teams of Melior Group operatives had been moving into the area—some into this compound, some into resorts and other places nearby—and we now had a small army, as well as all the information we could gather about the target location through observation and bribing locals.
All this I’d overheard in the strategy meeting Josh, Ethan, and I had just been thrown out of.
I hadn’t been able to help myself; I’d asked a question to clarify something, and everyone in the room had turned to look at me as if I were insane.
“Let me make this perfectly clear . . .” Tyler lectured us in his stern man-in-charge voice as he promptly escorted us out. “You three are here as civilians, just like Nina, Olivia, Henry, and Dot. You will not be assisting in the strategy, and you will not be going in with the highly trained Melior Group agents. Am I understood?”
We all grumbled a response, and he nodded before turning back to the main house.
“We might as well get some sleep.” I sighed and started walking toward the cottage at the back of the property. Hopefully we’d only be there a night or two.
“I’m going to see if I can get back in there.” Josh gave me a light kiss on the forehead and followed after Tyler. His need to know everything burned as bright as mine. I smiled after him.
“I need to cool off. I’m gonna jump in the pool first,” Ethan said. Personally, I was enjoying the break from the freezing New York winter, but the heat had Ethan struggling to breathe most of the time, and he always planted himself under the AC in every room.
As I walked through the manicured grounds, my flip-flops slapping on the pavers, I pulled my loose tank top away from my sweaty skin and briefly considered joining him. But I desperately needed to lie down. It was early evening, the sun only just dissipating into twilight, but none of us had slept much in the past twenty-four hours.
Anyone here not as a civilian spent most of the day planning and going over maps and reports, making sure they were as prepared as possible. They would be going in at four in the morning—while it was still dark and silent.
Hopefully they’d get some rest before.
The cottage was the designated civilian area. It had four bedrooms and a small open kitchen and living space. Dot’s parents had one room, Dot and Nina were sharing the one with single beds, and the guys and I had yet to arrange ourselves between the other two rooms.
I showered and crawled into the bed of the closest free room, wearing nothing but underwear and a tank top. Everyone besides me and the guys had already gone to bed, although I’m sure no one was sleeping. We all wanted to be in that meeting, but Tyler was right; we were too emotionally involved, and we needed to let the professionals do their work. It was Charlie’s best chance.
As I lay on my back, enjoying the breeze coming in through the window, I tried to will my body to relax, my mind to stop obsessing over what was to come. But it was pointless. My mind was wired, and my body was humming with need.
As if on cue, the door opened, and the perfect distraction entered.
Ethan was shirtless, his broad muscular chest bathed in moonlight. He dropped his towel and shirt to the floor and took two steps toward the bed before stopping.
“You need to tell me if you want me to sleep in another room.” His low voice was strained. His jet-black hair was still wet from the pool, and a droplet landed on his shoulder, glistening in the blue light. “Because I can’t lie next to you all night and not . . . do things.”
“What do you mean?” I put on my best innocent voice. “What things?”
I dragged my fingertips up the front of my thigh, up my belly, between my breasts and propped my head on my hand so I could see him better.
He groaned, dragging his hands d
own his handsome face, but when he took them away, he was smiling, the dimples showing. “You’re teasing me?”
“Nope.” That time the innocence was gone. “I fully intend to follow through.”
He closed the distance, and I lifted myself onto my knees to meet him. We crashed into each other with such intensity we nearly lost our balance. Kissing and giggling, we ripped the last few scraps of clothing from each other’s bodies.
He ran his big hands all over me, and I did the same to him. As he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I grabbed a handful of his ass. It was cool from where the wet fabric of his swim trunks had clung to him, and the skin warmed under my touch.
With Tyler it had been intense, and more serious, and everything I’d needed it to be. With Ethan it was playful, our movements less restrained. I felt giddy. I was aroused but also just plain happy to be in his arms and touching him how I wanted to.
I spared a moment to make sure my Light control was locked down, but I’d transferred to Tyler just an hour ago to give him an extra edge in the planning, and now that I was giving in to my Light-driven instincts, it was nowhere near as pushy as it usually was. I was doing what it wanted me to do.
Satisfied I wouldn’t be complicit in starting a bushfire in the Thai wilderness, I finally let my hands drag around to Ethan’s belly, eager to properly explore the hardness pressing into my front.
I broke our kiss to see what I was doing as my hand wrapped around the base of his erection. I paused, letting myself fully take in the size of him before dragging my hand up . . . and up and up.
Ethan was a big guy and every part of him was in proportion. I took a deep breath, a tiny bit of worry breaking through my lust. He was bigger than Tyler, bigger than any guy I’d ever slept with. But he was my Variant—meant for me in every way. It would be fine. Right?
He must have noticed my hesitation, because he chuckled and pressed his forehead to mine. “You’ll be fine, baby. We just need to make sure you’re real relaxed.”
“Mmhmm.” I couldn’t seem to manage words, let alone entire sentences.
Effortlessly, Ethan picked me up and dropped me onto my back. But instead of lowering himself on top of me, he sank to his knees and put his mouth right between my legs.
I gasped, not having expected him to go straight for the sweet spot, but he was a man on a mission, and my lucky stars, was he good at that! His tongue, his lips, the occasional scrape of his teeth . . . And then he put two fingers inside me, and I was a goner. The orgasm washed over me quickly and intensely, but I somehow managed to stay silent, remembering there were other people on the other side of the walls.
Ethan kissed his way up my body as I caught my breath, but once again, instead of lowering himself on top of me, he pulled me up by the hands and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, and he sat down on the bed with me in his lap, producing a condom seemingly out of nowhere.
He must have had it with him, but I couldn’t care less where it had come from. I was as relaxed and wet as I was going to get. He slid the condom down and held his erection at the base.
“You’re in control,” he whispered, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. A light sheen of sweat covered my skin, and I could feel dampness at the nape of Ethan’s neck as I held on to it for balance.
I lifted myself onto my knees and looked him in the eye as I slowly took him in. His eyes fluttered at the sensation, his full lips parting as his breathing deepened. My hips met his, and we both groaned, my eyes finally falling closed.
The feeling of fullness was almost overwhelming, and I gave myself a moment to adjust. Ethan waited patiently; the only sign he was aching to move inside me were his hands on my waist, his fingers pressing almost painfully into my flesh.
When I started to move, slowly, deliberately, he released me and leaned back on his hands. The only part of him that moved were his hips, thrusting up to meet mine as we found a steady rhythm. His abdominal muscles clenched and relaxed with every roll of his hips, and I could feel his thick thighs under me.
My hands on his shoulders, I focused on the feeling building deep inside me once again—almost as deep as Ethan’s impressive length could reach.
I rolled my head back, and the wavy ends of my hair tickled my lower back.
We were panting, little moans and groans escaping here and there, but we were doing our best to stay mostly silent.
“That’s it, ride my cock.” Ethan’s words came out on a low growl as his hand found my breast and he massaged it, running his thumb over the nipple.
Those words and that hand pushed me over the edge again. I leaned forward, biting his shoulder so I wouldn’t call out. He kept pumping his hips under me, losing the rhythm a bit as his movements became more frenzied.
The hand on my breast moved down to grab my ass, squeezing and guiding me on top of him, and then he stiffened too, his groan of release a little too loud. He leaned forward and brought his other arm around my middle, burying his face in my neck.
Then he leaned back, letting me fall on top of him. Despite the oppressive humidity, I pressed my sweaty cheek to his chest and listened to the pounding of his heart.
I was exactly where I wanted to be, and I dozed off with Ethan running his hands through my hair.
Some time later, as I lay half-asleep in Ethan’s arms, I heard the door open and close softly. Someone shuffled about the room, and then the bed dipped behind me.
I caught a hint of expensive aftershave as Josh’s long, soft fingers caressed my shoulder. He trailed a line down my arm and over my hip, his touch so soft it almost tickled.
And that’s all it took to get me going again.
I’d known it was going to be hard to resist them after I crossed this line with Tyler; I just hadn’t expected giving in to be so easy. It was effortless the way my body responded to his touch, the way I rolled over so I was facing him, the way our lips came together in the softest of kisses.
Tyler and Ethan had both checked with me, making sure I was ready for what we were about to do, but this was Josh. He didn’t need to ask; he knew I wanted this, and he was ready to give it to me.
I hadn’t bothered to get dressed after Ethan and I had sex, and Josh was completely naked too. He kissed me slowly—his lips pressing into mine in the most torturous way, preventing our tongues from deepening it just yet—and I let my hands explore his body as he was exploring mine, with soft, slow movements.
As I tugged on his hip, shuffling closer, he finally ran his tongue over mine, pressing his body flush against me. He pulled my knee until my leg was hitched over his hip, then he ran his hand down the outside of my thigh until he had a firm but soft grip on my ass.
I felt his erection between us as we both started to rock gently against each other, our bodies no longer able or willing to keep still.
Josh moved his hand just a little farther over and felt how wet I was. He moaned softly into my mouth. It was getting hard to breathe, but neither one of us was willing to break the kiss, which was becoming frantic as the rest of our bodies reacted.
Without taking his lips from mine, he rolled us over so he was on top of me, and I could feel him—hard, smooth, and right where I wanted him. He rocked his hips, rubbing his length up and down, spreading the moisture between my legs with every movement. The friction was driving me wild, making me almost forget there were other people in the house, that Ethan had been lightly snoring right next to me when Josh got into the bed.
I finally pulled away, nudging his shoulders lightly, and he lifted himself higher to look at me. His perfect face was as flushed as my whole body felt, his usually immaculate hair a mess, his vibrant green eyes hooded.
I needed him inside me.
“Condom,” I whispered, hating that I was breaking the spell of silence but not willing to risk unsafe sex.
I bit my swollen bottom lip, showing him I didn’t want to wait any longer.
He smiled, flashing me his perfectly straight teeth, and
moved to do as I’d instructed, but a condom appeared instantly between us. It was already out of its packet, pinched lightly between Ethan’s fingers.
We both turned to look at him, doubt bubbling up in my chest. Maybe Ethan didn’t want to watch Josh fuck me in the exact bed where we’d just done the same thing. Maybe Josh didn’t want an audience. It felt right to me—I had nothing to hide from either of them—but I hadn’t stopped to consider how they wanted this to play out.
Wordlessly, Josh took the condom and sat up to put it on.
Ethan caressed my cheek with the back of his knuckles. His eyes were hooded with lust, but they also held a hint of uncertainty. “I can leave if . . .”
I looked at Josh as he lowered himself back down and caressed my hair.
“Doesn’t bother me.” To prove his point, he started to press into me slowly, pulling back out and watching my face.
I looked back at Ethan. “Stay.”
I returned his lazy smile, and then my focus was back on Josh.
He pushed all the way into me in one slow, smooth movement. He didn’t stop, didn’t wait for me to adjust. He was done taking his time.
Josh was sure and quietly confident in all he did, and this was no different. He started moving in and out of me at a pace that completely contrasted with the sensual and languorous way this had started. Hard and intense. He watched me the whole time, his eyes drinking in my expression, the way my lips parted on a moan, the way my eyes struggled to stay open.
His hips hit a particular spot every time he slammed into me, and it was driving me to an orgasm; it was going to wash over me any second.
“I can’t . . .” I panted, but he was relentless. “Can’t keep quiet.”
In answer, Josh turned my head gently toward Ethan. As the orgasm crashed through my body like waves against a cliff, Ethan pressed his mouth to mine, swallowing all the noise I couldn’t contain. He pulled away just in time for me to watch Josh finally lose control.
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