Vanessa Unveiled

by Jodi Redford

  Words didn’t seem adequate for expressing the jubilant wonder blossoming within her. She offered Rand a fierce hug instead. He held her close. “Never consider yourself cursed, Nessie. This place, you, me and Brae, it’s a gift.”

  Before Rand could say anything more, Braeden took off down the beach with an exuberant “Whoop”, his feet kicking up sand and his gorgeous ass flexing. He dove into the gentle waves, only to reappear a second later as a dolphin flipping into the air.

  Rand shook his head. “What a fucking showoff.” Despite his sarcasm, wistfulness danced in his eyes.

  “You want to join him, don’t you?” When he didn’t immediately answer, she stood on tiptoe and brushed a kiss across his bristly jaw. “Go.”

  “Come with me.”

  “I will. I just want to take all this in for a moment first.”

  After a reluctant hesitation, Rand raced toward the seaway. Like she had done with Braeden, she indulged in the splendid scenery Rand provided before he, too, transformed into a dolphin. She watched the two pookas frolicking in the waves, their playfulness firing up a multitude of old longings. That need to be loved, to belong, built to a strong ache within her soul.

  A pair of whistles carried on the wind, followed by the sound of Rand and Braeden’s voices beseeching her to join them.

  Yes, go to them. Joyously obeying the calling in her heart, she ripped off the towel and ran down the beach. All her worries and insecurities lifted as she waded into the water and swam out to Rand and Braeden. They took turns jetting her through the waves, their smooth, dolphin bodies slick and graceful beneath her clasping arms and legs. Many minutes later, tired and exhilarated, the three of them collapsed at the water’s edge in a tangle of limbs.

  “That was…incredible.” Her lungs bellowing, she rolled onto her elbows and grinned down at Rand and Braeden. They both stroked her face, their eyes shining with pure joy. Raw emotion kicked her square in the solar plexus, causing her breath to jam in her throat.

  This was what she’d waited her entire life for. Them.

  Hands trembling, she traced the curve of first Rand’s jaw, then Braeden’s. Leaning down, she kissed them both, the wet ends of her hair streaming around them. Neither seemed to mind. Braeden gathered her close, his caresses along her wet skin as cherishing as his expression. He deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding along hers, and she whimpered. A hand curved around her shoulder and she looked up into Rand’s hot gaze. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d risen onto his knees.

  “Take him inside you, Nessie. He needs you.”

  “What about you?”

  Rand grazed his knuckles along her cheek. “I need you too. More than you could imagine. But I also want to see you ride Brae.”

  She glanced down at Braeden. His typical teasing charm appeared to have taken a hike. A ruddy flush darkened his golden complexion and heightened the intense desire in his eyes. She kissed him again and his groan vibrated inside her mouth. There was no way she could wait a second longer. She had to take him inside her body. Now. Straddling him, she impaled herself on his thick cock with one downward stroke. She cried out at the fierce pleasure of it, her pussy clenching when Braeden gripped her hips and pumped his cock deeper. Neither finesse nor technique a goal, she rode him hard and fast. Rand’s palm slid to her breast and she moaned.

  One of Braeden’s hands traveled upward and covered Rand’s. “Join us.”

  Her body rejoiced at the suggestion. Amazing how in such a short time she’d come to crave their mutual lovemaking. Would she ever be able to go back to anything else? Unwilling to dwell on that question, she reached for Rand, fisting his cock as her tongue swept inside his mouth. Like Braeden, Rand uttered a helpless moan. The sound affected her like nothing else. Making this powerful and sexy male tremble just from her touch was a heady thing. She reluctantly released his cock. “Please. Together.”

  “Yes, sweetest. The way it should be.” Rand’s lips met hers in a final, lingering kiss before he moved behind her. Planting his hand in the center of her back, he coaxed her downward until she was completely flattened on top of Braeden. Hooking her ankles with his feet, Braeden spread their legs wide to make room for Rand. It wasn’t until she felt Rand’s cock prodding against Braeden’s that she realized he intended to join them in the most literal sense.

  For a brief moment she doubted the physics of taking two giant cocks inside her pussy at the same time, but as Rand eased his way inside she stopped thinking about anything but the delicious fullness stretching her to the absolute limits. “Oh God.”

  “Feel good, sweetest?”

  Holy mother, talk about an understatement. The tight fit meant minimal thrusting from either Rand or Braeden. Didn’t matter. Stuffed as she was, the tiniest friction on her sensitive inner walls had her teetering on the edge of orgasm. As if sensing how close she was, Braeden gave a sexy roll of his hips, causing his pubic hair to rasp against her clit. She broke on a wrenching cry, her climax crashing into her with the force of a runaway semi. Gasping, she writhed between Rand and Braeden, half-convinced she would pass out from the sheer ecstasy washing over her. She opened her eyes and noticed Braeden watching her, his irises filled with heat and tenderness.

  Love—so sharp and sweet it almost hurt—slammed her dead center in the chest. Like a withered rose recovering from a hard frost, her heart opened, radiating a warm glow that spread throughout her whole body. Beneath her, Braeden tensed suddenly, his face twisting in an odd grimace. Worried, she stared at him. “What is it? Are you hurt?” She started to lift up but he grasped her hips, keeping her in place.

  “No. I think I’m going to—” He gave a wild buck suddenly, his fingers digging into her. “Fuuuuck.” The oath morphed into a strangled roar and Braeden shuddered, his eyes rolling back.

  She freaked out, convinced he was having some type of seizure, but then the pulsing of his cock gave him away. Just as she was becoming acclimated to the fact that Braeden was coming, not dying from a brain aneurism or something, Rand started shaking too, his tortured roar joining Braeden’s. Good Lord, she’d never seen anyone come so hard before in her life. Not even in a really badly acted porno flick. It almost looked painful.

  She attempted to gingerly ease up along Braeden’s torso. Both he and Rand pulled her back, thwarting her efforts. His smile lazy and wicked, Braeden brushed his thumbs over her nipples. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I thought you were…uh…” Concentrating became difficult when Rand sucked her earlobe into his mouth and started moving inside her again. Miraculously, he didn’t seem to have softened. Same went for Braeden.

  “Done?”

  It took a few seconds for her to realize Rand was attempting to fill in the missing blank at the end of her observation. “Well, clearly—” She gasped as Braeden countered Rand’s stroke. “You’re not done.”

  Braeden’s mouth curled at one corner. “Clearly.”

  “We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for, sweetest. I wouldn’t count on going anywhere for a while.”

  They began thrusting in earnest, steadily driving her back to that dazzling, decadent peak where pleasure reigned. Her toes curled into the sand.

  Nope. She definitely could think of no better place to be for the next lifetime or two.

  Chapter Eight

  “Put on your sexiest outfit, darlin’. We’re taking you out tonight.”

  She gaped at Braeden while he sauntered into the bedroom. “As in out of the hotel?” For some strange reason, the thought of leaving their idyllic little world didn’t set well on her. Ridiculous, since they obviously couldn’t stay here forever.

  “No, we’ll still be in the hotel.”

  Despite knowing it was silly to be glad over the news, relief swept over her. Until she remembered all the hoochie-mama outfits resting in her suitcase. Well, on the bright side, selecting a sexy outfit wouldn’t be difficult. Now if only she could find one that didn’t overexpose her girly parts. She crossed
to the ottoman and inspected her choices before settling on a slinky, emerald-green mini dress that left her shoulders bare. Platform wedges in a matching silk completed the ensemble. Once she was zipped and tucked into everything, she twirled in front of Braeden. “Well, what do you think?”

  He rubbed his chin. “Hmm…” Dropping his hand, he tackled her to the bed.

  Laughing, she put up a good pretense of a feigned struggle while he kissed and nibbled her neck.

  “Sweet Titania, I can’t leave you two alone for five seconds.”

  She and Braeden stopped their horsing around and glanced at Rand. Amusement rode the rugged planes of his face. Seeing him all decked out in a sleekly tailored dark navy suit, his crisp, white button-down shirt opened at the collar, made her pulse kick up a notch.

  “You’re just jealous because I was the wise one who decided to come in here first.”

  Rand snorted. “Whatever, smarty-pants. Here’s an idea, how about actually putting on some pants?”

  Braeden adopted a sourpuss expression. “You really know how to suck the joy out of life.” He snapped his fingers and a leisure suit printed with a garish psychedelic pattern instantly materialized on his big frame.

  “Bloody fuck, Brae.”

  Chuckling, Braeden snapped his fingers again, replacing the garment with a more subdued pair of jeans topped by a T-shirt and blazer. “I love getting his jockeys in a bunch.” Standing, he offered her his arm. “Shall we, m’ lady?”

  She let Braeden and Rand escort her to the elevator. Rather than descend, the conveyance seemed to travel sideways.

  Sideways? She shot a look up at Rand. “Whoever designed this place is severely whacked.” The elevator slid to a halt and the doors opened to a festive, party atmosphere. Brightly attired Otherworlders jam-packed the cavernous space, some sipping on equally colorful cocktails, others dancing to the raucous music pounding through the sound system.

  “Come on, sweetest. Let’s get you a drink.”

  Bemused, she followed Rand through the insane throng, sidestepping a centaur that was shaking his groove thang with a troll. With Braeden bringing up the rear of their threesome, they arrived at the crowded bar. She wiggled her way through the clusters of Otherworlders until she came to an opening, and almost smacked into a familiar backside. Eyes narrowing, she stared at the delicate slope of the unicorn’s neck, imagining her hands wringing it.

  “Gus, you horny bastard, how’d you get in here?” Sidling around her, Braeden slapped a hand on the unicorn’s rump. “I thought they refused to let you back in after last year’s fiasco with the band.”

  A disgusted snort bulleted from Gus. “Those motherfuckers were murdering ‘Margaritaville’. Anyone messing with Buffett like that deserves my horn rammed up their asses.” A bartender approached and topped off Gus’s trough of beer. The unicorn slurped down half of it before glancing over his shoulder. His eyes locked with Vanessa’s and his mouth popped into a big surprised O before he whipped his head around and bleated in warning, “Every man on deck! We’ve been infiltrated by Big Brother!”

  Somehow she managed not to roll her eyes. Rand slung his arm around Gus’s neck. “Relax, she’s with us.”

  His nostrils quivering in disbelief, Gus stared at Rand. “Have you been smoking pooka crack, Quinlan? That broad is a hunter.”

  “I know what she is.”

  “Hell, I never took you for the type that possessed shit for brains.” Gus’s focus returned to her and he did a slow sweep up and down her body. “Although, damn, mama is built like a brick house. Why didn’t I notice that before?”

  She stacked her arms over her chest, partly because she was pissed, but mostly to block the unicorn’s lecherous ogle. “Probably because you were too busy biting my ankle or knocking me into walls.”

  “Can you blame me? A guy’s gonna get ornery when he’s continually cock blocked.” Gus transferred his inquiring gaze between Rand and Braeden. “Feel free to back me up here.”

  Tuning out Rand and Braeden’s enthusiastic agreement, she glared at Gus. “How exactly did I cock block you?”

  “Back in Houston, I was this close to scoring with a pretty Arabian filly that was in town for the horse show, but you held me up in that alley, making me late.” Gus once again glanced toward Rand. “Never date a racehorse. Trust me, there’s a reason they’re called nags. Shit, if I wanted that, I’d stay home and listen to my mother.”

  Vanessa tapped her foot. “Did it occur to you that if you stayed home, you wouldn’t have to deal with the likes of me?”

  “How the hell else am I supposed to get laid? My only options back in my dimension are my mother, and Ralph with the gimp leg. Ain’t no way, man.”

  “I don’t know…” His lips twitching into a grin, Braeden leaned down close to Gus’s ear to be better heard above the escalating noise in the bar. “Talk around town says Ralph is really hung. Maybe you’re just being too picky.”

  “Kiss my big white ass, Whyndham.” Gus made a face. “On second thought, scratch that. Fucking pervert, you’d probably enjoy it.”

  Braeden made a kissing sound that earned another grimace from the unicorn. Shaking off his shudder, Gus winked at Vanessa. “Now you, on the other hand, can kiss my ass anytime you want. Amongst other parts.”

  “Yeah, in your dreams. I don’t date anything with more than two legs. Besides, you bit my ankle. That kind of makes me not like you.”

  “What?” Gus looked flabbergasted. “Everybody likes me. I’m a unicorn. I can fart rainbows from my ass. Okay, not really. But I’m still pretty fucking adorable. You know what, we should settle this with a random poll.” He slammed his hoof down on the bar and made another trumpeting noise that quieted the room. “Everybody who likes me, raise their glasses.”

  No one moved. Vanessa started to open her mouth but Gus rattled the bar top again. “Anyone here who doesn’t want my horn rammed up their ass, raise ’em high.”

  Nearly every hand and hoof in the joint went up, and Gus gave her a cocky grin. “There you go.”

  “Please. You just—”

  Rand rubbed her shoulder. “Sweetest, arguing with Gus only leads to severe migraines. Why don’t you spend your time more productively, such as sharing a dance with me while Braeden waits for your drink?” Before she could agree or balk, he twined their fingers together and led her toward the farthest corner of the room—where she ran into her second familiar sight of the day.

  She slammed to a halt, her mouth falling open. “My car.”

  Sure enough, the vehicle was parked near one of the grunge-painted walls. A tiny disco ball hung from the rearview mirror and half-a-dozen sprites and pixies were boogying down on the miniature dance floor that’d been erected on the hood. She jerked her gaze to Rand, who was valiantly trying to keep a straight face. “I should be threatening you with immense bodily harm right now.”

  He took her into his arms. “And why aren’t you, Nessie?”

  She snuggled her cheek against the warmth of his shoulder. “Because you smell good and I’m still all mellow from the hot sex. But just you wait till later.”

  His hands trailed down her spine and curved around her butt. “Mm, later I plan on even more hot sex.”

  “Then I might have to give you a rain check on the ass kicking.”

  “Deal.”

  They continued swaying to the music until Braeden arrived with Gus in tow. His smile sympathetic, Braeden handed her a martini glass filled with a pink concoction that had a trio of raspberries floating on top. “Gus started picking a fight with the fairies, so I brought him with me to keep him from being lynched.”

  Gus’s expression turned innocent. “What? All I did was point out how that one dude had exceptionally small wings. Who knew they’re so fucking touchy about size.” He offered Vanessa a smile that made her feel kind of dirty. “Besides, this gives me and Red a chance to get to know each other better. What do you say? Fancy a trot around the dance floor with the Mr. Ed of disco?” St
icking his teeth out in an exaggerated overbite, Gus waggled his rear end in a shockingly good impression of The Hustle.

  She found herself laughing despite herself. “Oh brother. I’m probably going to regret this, but okay.”

  Giving a triumphant bleat, Gus led her deeper into the sea of dancers. He seemed to take a particular thrill in bumping folks out of the way with his horn. For one tense moment, it looked like he and the centaur were going to get into a kickboxing match, but Vanessa managed to nudge Gus along, diffusing the standoff. The music picked up and she began really getting into it. Dancing had always been one of her favorite pastimes. Not that she was particularly good at it. Then again, she was doing the Electric Slide with a unicorn. Did grace really matter?

  “That’s it, Red. Shake what your mama gave ya.” Gus shuffled closer and nuzzled her head before chewing on a lock of her hair.

  She batted him away. “Yuck. What are you doing?”

  Spitting out her curls, Gus gave her a sheepish look. “I can’t help myself, Red. I—I think I love you and want you to bear my children.”

  “That’s creepy and disturbing. Not to mention physically impossible.”

  “True. Can I at least lick your hair some more?”

  “No.”

  Gus heaved a sigh. “Guess I didn’t stand much chance with Quinlan and Whyndham warming your bed. A fucking Tijuanan donkey has less lasting power than those two.”

  Oh man, there were so many levels of eew in Gus’s pronouncement she wasn’t quite sure where to start. “Uh, do I even want to ask how you know about Rand and Braeden’s stamina?” She wasn’t going to touch the Tijuanan donkey reference with a ten-foot pole.

  “Are you kidding? They’re legendary. Wish I could keep the ladies satisfied like that. Still, it’s got to be a bitch walking around with a killer case of blue balls all the time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The curse, Red.” Gus’s nostrils flared. “Wait, are you telling me you don’t know about it? Damn, I thought just about everyone—” He shook his head. “Anyway, back shortly after those two hooked up, they made the mistake of seducing the wrong fairy. Fiona McCairin didn’t ken to the idea of a brief affair with our boys, so when they decided to take their cocks elsewhere, she whammied them with an anorgasmia spell.”