“Since we opened. She was one of the first people we hired.”
Chapter Twelve
A shudder ran through Joelle. She stared at him. “We? Cristian, you make it sound like you were here when this place opened.” She turned her attention toward Blade. “Didn’t you tell me it opened in 1921? You two couldn’t have been five or six, at most.”
A look of fear crossed Blade’s face. It was gone quickly, but Joelle couldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen it.
“It’s just an expression, Joelle. We’ve all been involved with this place since we were born, so to speak.”
Images flashed through Joelle’s mind as she looked from one man to the other, starting with the scents that emanated from them. She recalled how the air seemed charged and hot at certain times when they were around.
“Come on, Joelle.” Blade reached for her hand. “Let’s take a look at the pool.”
She jerked her hand away as the flashes continued. Their stamina in bed was almost unbelievable, as was the way they never ate much. She remembered the anxious look on Cristian’s face when he told her they’d been planning the second set of horse trials for over two decades, after she’d questioned his use of the word “we.” Cristian had also looked worried when he realized Joelle was staring at the picture of the twelve of them out front, dressed in clothing from the twenties. Why?
Blade and Cristian exchanged a veiled glance. They did that a lot, now that Joelle thought about it. Joelle was so distracted with her thoughts, she didn’t have time to react when Blade picked her up and walked toward the pool.
“No!” she screamed, laughing and trying to wiggle out of his arms. “I’ll ruin my shoes. Don’t you dare throw me in.”
He stopped walking and gave her a smoldering look that made Joelle’s clit start to throb.
Cristian removed her shoes. “Problem solved,” he said, his voice light and teasing.
Joelle willed herself to relax and enjoy them, the way she had all morning and afternoon. She was simply tired and overreacting to things, the same way she’d overreacted to Cristian the day before. She’d had a perfect day with both men, and she didn’t want to break the spell. “I’ll ruin my dress, too.”
“We can take care of that as well,” said Cristian, waggling his eyebrows at her.
Blade put her on her feet. “Take off the dress, Joelle.”
She reached behind to unzip it then pulled it over her head, hoping they liked the naughty lingerie she’d worn. From the twin wolf whistles and slack-jawed looks on their faces, she knew they did.
“Wow,” said Cristian. “See-through black netting is your color.”
Joelle smiled and twirled around. “Do you like it? I ordered it from this catalog Peggy found. This is the first time I’ve worn it.”
Blade stepped close, and Joelle felt light-headed from his scent and the lust rolling off him waves. “We’re honored that you wore it for us.” His voice was deep and sexy. She stared into his eyes, ready to give him anything he wanted. “But if you wear that lingerie in the pool, it might get ruined.” He ran a hand over her left breast, and she moaned. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take it off as well.”
Joelle was so wet they’d probably see her pussy glistening with juices as soon as her panties were off. She unhooked her bra and teased the straps down each shoulder, grinning at Blade and Cristian in turn. Holding the bra in place with one hand, she slipped off her panties with the other, wiggling them as far down her thighs as she could with one hand.
“Stop being so coy,” said Blade. “We’ve seen you naked.”
“Have some patience, Blade. The anticipation is half the fun.”
“The anticipation makes my dick hurt.”
Joelle laughed loudly and dropped her bra. Then she stepped out of her panties. She walked toward the edge of the pool and dipped a toe in. The water was warm, so she jumped in. When she resurfaced, Blade and Cristian were removing their clothes.
Joelle swam a few strokes then turned onto her back to float. She hadn’t been swimming in a long time and had never been in a pool this nice. Her parents had an outdoor pool, but the weather didn’t allow them to use it for more than a few weeks every summer.
She floated toward the shallow end when Blade and Cristian got into the pool. Cristian caught her as she floated past, placing one hand under her back and the other over her breast. He smiled down into her eyes. “Ever do it in a swimming pool, Joelle?”
She giggled. “No. Have you?”
He looked embarrassed. “Maybe.”
“I’ll bet you have, Cristian.” Joelle made a noise of contentment as Cristian fastened his mouth on one nipple.
Blade placed one hand behind her head to support it then kissed her rough and deep. She moaned into his open mouth. The sensation of floating on the water while her two gorgeous men pleasured her with their mouths was enough to bring on an orgasm. It poised there, ready to burst.
Cristian trailed his tongue over her other breast then down her abdomen to her pussy. Blade released her mouth and put both hands under her back to keep her afloat. Cristian moved between her legs and spread them, placed both hands on her ass, then bent his head to lick her clit. She exploded in a blinding climax and only their hands kept her from sinking under the water.
Cristian continued to lick her until another orgasm began to build. Joelle couldn’t thrash around like she wanted to because she was afraid she’d become completely submerged This was too exhilarating to do anything to stop it. When Blade moved one hand to her breasts and began to tease her nipples, she thought she’d go out of her mind with need.
Finally Cristian stopped licking her, but her men weren’t finished with her yet. Blade took his place at her clit, while Cristian placed one hand under her back and the other under her head. “Turn toward me. I’ll hold your head up.”
Joelle didn’t think it would work, but he was able to keep her entire head out of the water with one hand while pushing his cock into her mouth. She sucked him without taking hold of the base because she didn’t want to move her arms and risk upsetting the balance of both men holding her afloat.
Blade’s tongue was inching her toward another climax and Cristian’s dick tasted like pool water, but she loved having her mouth filled with it. Blade released her pussy, and Cristian pulled out of her mouth. Blade lifted her out of the water and held her against him. She wrapped her legs around his torso. He cradled her ass, and she put her arms around his shoulders. He kissed her, filling her mouth with the taste of pool water and her own pussy juices.
She heard Cristian move out of the water as Blade began to walk toward the edge of the pool with her still cradled in his arms. As he set her down on the pool deck, her ass touched a cushion Cristian must have placed there. Blade plunged his dick into her soaking-wet pussy, and Joelle clung to him as he fucked her deep and hard.
Cristian walked to where the men had put their clothes and pulled something out of his pants pocket. Joelle was too busy crying out as the orgasm tore through her to notice what it was. It didn’t matter. She’d do anything these two asked of her.
Blade pulled out and climbed out of the pool while Cristian took his place. He stood in front of her, stroking her face gently, then pulled her into his arms. When he slid into her pussy, she clung to him, enjoying the feeling of being totally filled with his thick, long cock.
Blade stroked her hair then whispered into her ear. “I’d love to fuck you in your ass again. And I’m sure Cristian would, too.”
She turned her head to see him holding a bottle of oil and packages of condoms. “Oh…yes…”
Cristian pulled out and laid Joelle sideways on the long cushion he’d placed there. “What are these?” she asked.
“Patio furniture cushions. We store them back here in the winter.”
“We’re going to ruin them,” she said.
Cristian shrugged while he placed a condom over his swollen shaft then moved behind her. “Do you really care, Joel
le?” he asked as he rubbed her ass crack with warm oil.
She writhed and moaned. “No.”
Blade slid next to her on the cushion and pulled her on top of him. He rocked his hips into her pussy, and she ground it into his erection. “Hang on a second,” she said. “Let me try something I’ve always wanted to do.”
Joelle sat up and lifted her hips then lowered her pussy until she’d sheathed Blade’s cock. Blade groaned and cupped her breasts then pulled her down on top of him. Joelle cried out as his thrusting rubbed against her tender clit.
“You’ve never made love this way?” he asked, giving her a tender look.
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. And she most definitely didn’t want to talk about Scott at a time like this.
Behind her, Cristian rubbed more oil into her ass then teased the opening with his cock. She tensed slightly, but he was as gentle as Blade had been, and there was no pain as he slipped inside. The sensation of having both holes filled with huge cocks was overwhelming. Joelle couldn’t even think. All she could do was cling to Blade as both men fucked her silly.
Her pussy contracted in the most prolonged orgasm she’d ever had. It didn’t feel like it was ever going to stop, and Joelle no longer cared if it did. All she wanted to do was stay here with Blade and Cristian and never return to her job or her home.
That thought ricocheted around her brain, and the impossible idea that she was falling for both of them joined it, until Joelle knew she was way past deep trouble. She’d gone all the way over the edge. Her feelings for Cristian and Blade went far beyond admiring their sense of humor or how easy it was to be around them. There was no point in denying it any longer. She was in love with both men, as impossible as that seemed.
Cristian pulled off his condom, and Blade put one on. Then the men changed places. Joelle whimpered as she floated into the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever had. They changed places two more times, then Blade pulled off his condom and asked Joelle to get in the water, but not too deep. He wanted her to stand in it no more than waist deep.
She could barely walk, let alone climb into the pool, so they helped her. As she faced the edge, both men sat side-by-side with their legs in the water. She grinned as she realized what they wanted her to do, and wasted no time in taking Blade’s cock into her mouth, while she grasped Cristian’s at the base.
She took turns with them, sucking and licking, and it didn’t take long until both men were obviously ready to come. Blade grabbed the back of her head and held it still while he and Cristian both squirted their hot cum onto her face and breasts. Joelle opened her mouth to try and catch some of it, enjoying the salty taste. She’d never done anything so decadent in her life, and she loved every second of it.
When they finished coming, both men got into the water with her and wrapped her in their arms.
“Can we both spend the night with you, Joelle?” asked Cristian.
Joelle smiled. “I was hoping you’d ask that.”
Chapter Thirteen
Cristian stood in front of the open window in Joelle’s sitting room, watching the snowfall, just as he’d done a few days ago the first night Joelle checked in. So much had happened since then that he found it all difficult to reconcile.
He’d had more fun with her the day before than he could remember having with any of the countless guests he’d seduced. Most of them who came here knew exactly what to expect, and they used Cristian and the others as nothing more than sex toys. The current societal culture might be modest and demure, but the women who sneaked away to this place were anything but, at least during the time they were guests here.
Not that Cristian had ever minded, but now everything had changed. Joelle wasn’t just a guest. She may have started out that way, but something had shifted the day before. Somehow she’d turned into a confidante, and one hell of a fun time, in and out of the bedroom. Cristian had fallen hard for her, and he’d bet his left nut Blade had done the same.
“Not possible,” he muttered, even while knowing it was true. There was no point in denying it. He was head-over-heels crazy about Joelle Marie Albright, and nothing would ever be the same again.
“Good thing it’s me and not Joelle.”
Cristian jumped and whirled around at the sound of Blade’s voice. He hadn’t heard him approach or sensed his presence. His instincts were getting too rusty.
Blade furrowed his brow as he pulled on his boxer shorts. “Put something on. Do you want her to catch you standing stark naked in front of an open window? Close it. She’ll feel the cold and wake up.”
“I told you to stop telling me what to do.” Cristian pulled on his boxers. “You’re not my fucking boss.”
“You’re a screw-up, Cristian. Did you see her face at the pool when you said Molly was one of the first people we hired?”
“I know, I know.” Cristian ran his hands through his hair. “I’ve slipped up more than once with her, okay? I can’t help it. It’s her hair color and her scent, and those emerald eyes, and the way she laughs at every silly thing I say. I can’t think straight around her.”
Blade’s gaze softened. “I know. She’s gotten under my skin, too.”
“Let’s not get carried away.”
“Bullshit, Cristian. You just said as much.”
Cristian cut his gaze to the hallway. “I don’t want to wake her.” Cristian lowered his voice. “So what are we going to do about it? The slipups, I mean.”
Blade looked at him as if he had lobsters crawling on his face. “Do about it? We don’t need to do anything about it.”
“She’s going to keep asking questions. Did you see her face by the pool before you picked her up? She knows something isn’t quite right here.”
“Our job is to keep her happy in bed. She’s a paying guest. It’s why she came here.”
“Fuck you, Blade. She’s more than just a guest.”
Blade’s eyes grew dark the way they did when he was very pissed off but trying to control it. “Don’t go there, Cristian. We can’t.” He lowered his voice. “We have to bide our time until Joelle leaves, and hope like hell we forget about her when she does.”
Cristian snorted. “Yeah, right. Like that’s going to be so fucking easy for either of us to do now.”
Blade sighed. “Fuck. Look, okay? I really like her. More than I should. And unless my instincts are completely off, you do, too.”
“She’s a cool dame.” Cristian averted his gaze.
“A cool dame? You aren’t fooling me, Cristian.”
“Yeah, well, so what? It’s not like I’m going to do anything about it.”
Blade laughed. “I don’t believe it.”
“What?” If Cristian hadn’t been so dead set against leaving Blade alone all night again with Joelle, he’d finish dressing and return to his own suite. Fucking mind reader. Blade had a better command of that power than almost any of them.
“You know damn well what. You’re falling for her. It’s finally happened. Cristian is falling for a mortal woman.”
“Fuck you.” Cristian walked into the kitchen and made himself a drink. If he had to sit out here the rest of the night to avoid Blade he would, but he wouldn’t leave.
“Chill out, Cristian. I care about her, too. I just told you that. But I’ve been down that road before and you haven’t.”
“So what?”
“Okay.” Blade stood up and stretched. “This is going in circles, and I’d rather be snuggled up against Joelle. You leaving?”
“Not on your life. As soon as I finish my drink, I’ll be in.”
After Blade returned to Joelle’s bedroom, Cristian stood in front of the window again. He hated the fact that Blade and the others could read him so well. Their powers had always been so much stronger than his. He’d never used them to seduce women like some of the others had. Cristian often wondered if that was why some of his powers had never developed to the same degree as the strongest among them—Blade, Zach, Emmett, Hugh, and Demetri
us.
But Cristian could still do one thing none of the others could. Up until Leo and Andras had chosen Blair sixteen years earlier, Andras had been the only other one of them who could still make his wings appear. Now, Cristian alone held that distinction among them. What would Joelle say if she saw his wings unfurl, right before her big green eyes? She was an adventurous girl. She might think they were super cool.
Cristian crept into the hallway that led to Joelle’s bedroom and listened. If he concentrated very hard, he could hear her breathing. She was asleep. He drained his drink and made another one, then took off his boxers and opened the window again. As he breathed in the crisp clear scent of snow and cold air, he closed his eyes and relaxed the muscles underneath his shoulder blades.
As the wings unfurled, tiny jolts shot through his body, as if he’d ventured too close to an impending lightning strike. He knew if anyone were to watch him right now, they’d see his hair stand on end and his eyes glow. He let them unfurl all the way, delighting in the powerful feeling it always produced.
In this state, he never felt quite as confused and lost as he usually did. Living among mortals was exhausting for him. If he were one, at least he wouldn’t have to try and fit in. But he wasn’t human. He was a Nephilim, as they all were, with the exception of the four who’d chosen a mortal life.
What was it like to change from immortal creature to human? He’d asked Sterling once, and all the man could tell him was that it was such a gradual, subtle change, that he’d hardly noticed anything. Sterling and Hugh now shared a suite with Caleigh. Since the nightclub had closed after the War, Caleigh had no place to sing, so now she helped both men supervise construction on the billiards room.
Blair had helped run the nightclub until they decided to close it since it was no longer profitable. Now Blair, Leo, and Andras were in charge of general renovation at the resort and making sure everything was kept up to date.
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