Too many clothes. I needed them as naked as me.
Without needing words to express my desire, I tugged at Suraj’s shirt and pants. Both men got the message. One minute I was standing between two clothed men, the next I was on the bed with two naked ones, vaguely aware as Suraj kissed me that Nadir had vanished briefly into their room before coming back to mine.
My kisses alternated between both men, each one of them lying against my sides. Their hands stroked and smoothed, sometimes alone and sometimes together. I lost track of whose fingers dipped within my body and strummed my clit. It didn’t matter.
All that mattered was the building pleasure between us.
“I want you two to kiss. I want to watch again.” Ever since I’d walked in on them, I couldn’t get the vision out of my head. Now, with each of them leaning over me to fulfill my command, I was flushed anew with lust. My clit throbbed with the promise of orgasm, one so close I could feel it tightening in my limbs.
Hell, I’d never realized how hot it was to watch two guys kiss. Or maybe it was just these two guys. My guys.
Lying in bed with them naked meant they were mine, didn’t it?
After kissing Nadir, Suraj shifted and moved down the bed until he was between my legs. Nadir moved to his knees beside my head as I watched Suraj dip his face between my thighs and lavish my clit and pussy with his tongue. My hips bucked off the bed at the first warm touch, feeling as if a lightning bolt shot through me. I wanted to watch, to enjoy every second, but Nadir had his own cock in his hand watching too, and my attention was torn. Suraj must have realized because his gaze lifted to mine and he stopped.
“Suck him while I taste you, beauty,”
Pushing up to my elbows and turning my head placed Nadir’s cock at the proper level. The moment my tongue swirled around the ridged, golden crown, Suraj resumed giving me the best oral of all my life. Nadir stroked himself at the base while I explored his cock with my tongue and lips, finally taking the blunt tip into my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned in pure satisfaction and pumped his hips forward slowly, pushing himself an inch deeper into my mouth. I could barely concentrate on what I wanted to do to him, when Suraj teased me with one masterful stroke after another. “Deeper, Penny. Take all of it. Suck it all.”
Despite the sensation building in my core, I gave Nadir exactly what he wanted—what I’d wanted and imagined myself doing so many times in the past every time his sexy ass walked through my door. He had a body meant for ogling, hard abs gorgeously ripped and chiseled. I smoothed my fingers over one golden plane and worked his dick deeper.
I wasn’t a pro at blowing guys. I’d never be able to deep-throat him, but I gave him the best game I had, sucking him in hard and deep and teasing with my tongue, only to cry out as Suraj took my clit captive between his lips. My legs shook and trembled.
I had to be dreaming. I had to be. Nothing this crazy and amazing could be happening. Yet the building pressure in my body told me otherwise. As I came close to climax, I released Nadir and let my head fall back to the pillow, my hands holding tight-fisted bunches of the sheets beneath me. Unfazed and far from disappointed, Nadir leaned over my body and took one tit into his mouth. His dick just swayed in the air, still slick from my mouth and taunting me.
Orgasm exploded through me, arching my back from the bed. Suraj didn’t stop, pumping his fingers into my clenching pussy even as he moved up my body to take the other breast into his mouth. He stroked and pumped, the shudders ceased, and I became limp on the bed. They both sat up together, then Suraj placed the fingers that were covered in my cum against Nadir’s lips, who sucked them into his mouth while holding my gaze.
Fuck. What a team.
“How do I…?” The ragged sound of my own voice startled me. “How do we, uh—”
Nadir distracted me by kneeling beside me and pumping his hard dick in one hand. Every beautiful inch belonged inside me, and Suraj was just as thick and tempting. “I need someone inside me. Right now. But it seems rude to choose.”
A low growl rumbled in Suraj’s chest, like no sound I’d ever heard a man make before. God, it was sexy. When it came to work, Nadir was obviously the one in charge. I had the sense that in the bedroom it was Suraj who gave the orders.
“Then you’ll have us both. Together.”
My eyes widened and my breath caught in my chest when Nadir plucked me up from the bed as if I were a doll and set me on my knees. Suraj pulled two condoms from a box nearby. That must have been what Nadir went to their room for, because it sure as hell wasn’t mine. Both men suited up, then Nadir laid where I had been only moments before, sliding down the bed until his legs were hanging off the end, and tugged me to him. I sprawled against his chest, my breasts against his warm pecs.
He kissed me again, and the dance of our tongues filled me with renewed longing.
“Ride me,” he whispered afterward. “You’re in control.”
That was all the encouragement I needed to raise my hips and take his thick cock into my hand. I delivered a few teasing pumps before angling it toward my pussy. He held my gaze the entire time, watching as I lowered myself over him.
It felt sinfully good, and the whole while, I kept waiting for a rude awakening from the best dream to ever dance across my wild imagination. This was the kind of fantasy I read about in one of Nandi’s books, the kind of fantasy that didn’t happen to real women.
But didn’t it?
Weren’t the three women and Esteban in a loving polyamorous relationship? They were even raising babies together.
Even if this was only a one-time thing between us, having them just once was enough to sear the experience permanently into my memory. I’d never accept paltry sex again.
Aware that Suraj watched us, I rode Nadir slowly for a moment, allowing myself to get used to the stretch. Nadir guided me with both hands on my hips, stroked the soft stomach I’d once hated for never being flat enough, then teased between my legs and petted my clit with his thumb. Tingles shot through me again. He had a magic touch that always delivered the right pressure.
It took a moment to find my rhythm, unfamiliar with being on top. I liked it. I liked the way he looked up at me as if I was something worthy of worship. Despite Nadir filling me in the best way possible, something was still missing.
That something stepped up close behind me and began kissing my throat and shoulders.
“Lean forward, beautiful,” Suraj directed, pressing against my back with a warm hand.
With the utmost patience and care, Suraj pressed forward, sliding his cock against Nadir’s inside me, finding space I hadn’t thought my body possessed for a delicious stretch unlike anything I ever experienced before. My breath shuddered out in a panting huff. Nadir caught my chin in his hand and drew my lips to his, providing the perfect distraction as I adjusted to the new sensation of two cocks inside my pussy.
“You like that, baby?” Nadir asked. “Like knowing our dicks are touching again, this time inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Louder, Penny. I don’t hear you,” Suraj said. “Do you like us both inside you?”
“Yes!”
“Then fuck us like you do.”
Those words from Nadir’s mouth sent tingles all over my body. My nipples ached and beaded tight. Reserved and professional Nadir no longer existed.
Even without full-depth strokes, I had no complaints. Their cocks moved together, slow and smooth, pistoning in and out. Suraj’s warm, long-fingered hands squeezed my ass. Every so often I felt one hand slip between our bodies, and I imagined him cupping Nadir’s balls.
“I’m so—I’m so close. I need… I need…”
“What do you need?” Suraj asked against my ear. His teeth scraped against the delicate curve.
“Faster. I need you both deeper. Please.”
My wish was granted with an extra inch of depth, and I nearly died with pleasure right then and there. Suraj gripped my hips and surged forward in the s
ame instant Nadir bucked upwards. The tight grip of my body accepted everything they gave, tension coiling tight through every limb. Without me needing to ask, Nadir reached between us and flicked his thumb against my clit.
My orgasm ripped through me, sending my pulse rushing through my veins. I didn’t care who heard or what noise traveled through the hotel room walls. All that mattered in that instant was the wild way Suraj barreled into me from behind. I was in bliss, pleasure overload barely registering the way Nadir groaned beneath me, how he threw his head back in ecstasy. When Suraj drove forward again, he cried out and bucked against me, the hands on my ass tightening their grip.
A wild, reckless thought flitted through my mind, imagining what it would be like to feel them both skin against my bare skin, inside me without the rubbers.
Suraj leaned down over my back, each hot exhale from his lungs warming my skin. Nadir stroked my ribs with one hand and Suraj with the other. At some unspoken signal, they both turned, rolling us all onto our sides on the bed, our bodies still joined.
Soft touches and even softer kisses filled the glorious moments afterwards. I must have drowsed off, because when I awakened later, I was lying on my back between the two of them. Suraj lay on his stomach with one arm draped across my waist, his hand loosely cupping Nadir’s softened dick. Nadir, like me, was on his back, one arm beneath me and the other relaxed against Suraj’s hand. I’d never be able to get up without waking them, but that wasn’t my biggest problem.
I’d just fucked my bodyguards, and I was pretty sure that was against every rule in the book.
Chapter Seventeen
Suraj
A quick rapping on the door woke me from the comfort of sleep and the warm body nestled against me. I groaned and turned my face into Penny’s soft neck. The soft flesh beneath my hand began to swell, and Nadir pushed down, guiding my fingers along his growing erection.
Yes. This was the perfect way to wake up. A million ideas for how to enjoy both Penny and Nadir flitted through my mind. I loved having him in my mouth. Last night had been better than anything I could have imagined. Better than my wildest fantasy. And it would all start with the cock in my hands.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Or not. Nadir jerked wide awake and sat up in bed.
“Penny? Are you still sleeping? Girl, we have plans for lunch,” Harper called through the door.
“Oh, shit, we do,” Penny whispered. She frantically crawled across me and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. “Crap, it’s after noon.”
Another knock. “C’mon, sleepyhead.”
“Just a minute, Harper!” Penny called.
This was not how I imagined our day going. We were supposed to enjoy our time in bed. Talk about what had happened. Decide what this meant, for all of us. Instead, Nadir and I scrambled from the bed and started grabbing our rumpled clothes off the floor while Penny threw on a robe and tugged uselessly at the mussed bedcovers. Then she hurried us from the room and shut the door.
Neither Nadir nor I moved. We stood tensed in mirroring positions, listening to the room beyond.
“What the hell? Did you just wake up? Seriously?” Harper asked, her voice growing clearer as she came into Penny’s room.
“Sorry. I, uh…I didn’t sleep much. Lots of tossing and turning.”
“Does that mean no lunch?”
“No! Just…um, gimme fifteen minutes to clean up then we’ll go. I’ll let the guys know that we’re running behind schedule.”
Right on cue, both our phones buzzed behind us where we’d left them the night before. Nadir grumbled under his breath and went to grab his iPhone.
“C’mon, we can both shower real fast and get dressed,” he said in a low voice.
I blinked. “Shouldn’t we talk about—”
“No time now. We’ll deal with it later, but if she’s expecting us in fifteen minutes, we better be ready.”
Thankfully the room had a rather spacious shower and we both knew how to wash fast. By the time Penny knocked on our adjacent door, we were both in our usual attire and ready to go.
“The restaurant is aware of the delay and holding the table,” Nadir said smoothly.
“Thank you.” Penny looked from him to me, a rosy flush in her cheeks and a bright gleam of memory in her eyes. It took every ounce of willpower I had to resist leaning down to kiss her the way I wanted to. I couldn’t, not with Harper standing there.
It was back to business as usual, but I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant. For all of us.
Nadir
The busy schedule guaranteed we lacked an opportunity to discuss what had happened between us. Penny practically collapsed into bed after her second Baton Rouge performance and she was never alone for more than five minutes before the show. The logical part of me, the one that was all business, thought it was for the best. My jackal, on the other hand, demanded I stake my claim and tell her how I feel.
The same held true regarding my feelings for Suraj.
There was sex, and then there were claimings. For shifters, the latter only occurred when one’s destined mate opened their heart during a mating. Old legends said we gave a tiny piece of our soul to them, that we imprinted that magical shifter essence during sex, as long as we were accepted in return.
I didn’t know if it was true or not, because I’d waited over forty years to experience it. I hadn’t asked Suraj yet if he wanted to truly be mine. We just fucked each other’s brains out whenever we had a chance, screwing away our frustrations with each other those two nights since we were denied the third part of our triad while her friends and band monopolized her time in their rooms.
It helped.
And it didn’t.
Bent over the bathroom sink, I watched the reflection of Suraj behind me with one hand on my shoulder as he slowly penetrated me. Usually, I liked to top, but with Suraj I didn’t mind bottoming at all. He made it special. Different.
Fuck, he was huge, too.
He took his sweet time until every inch was seated in my ass, and then kissed the back of my neck, nuzzling me gently. I wished the hand on my cock was Penny’s. Her mouth should have been on my dick as he did this, as he fucked me. She should have been bent over this counter instead or seated on its edge to receive me.
I groaned in frustration and dropped my head forward.
“Harder.”
“You are still sore from last—”
“Just fuck me.”
So he did. He gave it to me hard and fast, a frenetic pace I’d feel in the morning despite my shifter regeneration. Afterward, we showered together to wash off the sweat, and we lay in the bed in silence while I surfed the television network.
When morning came, we’d load into the busses and travel west to Houston again. Life would return to normal, and we’d see much less of Penny.
I wondered if she wanted it that way.
Suraj stroked my stomach and sighed.
“Harper is still with her.”
“Yes.”
“One of us should probably be dressed right now.”
Suraj moved off the bed.
I dressed too. If something did happen, I wanted to be available to back him up instead of rushing out the room with my pants off. As I fastened the buttons of an impeccable Dolce & Gabbana shirt in black and silver with gilded accents, I caught Suraj watching me with a small smirk on his face.
“What?”
“Just admiring what’s mine.”
My heart stopped.
He said it with such casual finesse I could only stare. Slowly, the humor faded from his gold eyes. “You are mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I thought…I’m a fool.” I dragged in a deep breath, finally realizing what we needed to do. Now that the tour was officially over, I didn’t think I could endure the drive back to Houston without knowing where we stood with Penny. “I’m going to find out where we stand with her.”
Penny
Harper really knew how to run her mouth in
cessantly. I loved my bestie, but she never shut up about her and Gregoire. I could think of a dozen things I’d rather do than sit on the bed with her, drinking wine out of a box from red Solo cups. Like, actually discussing the events that unfolded two nights prior instead of pretending it was a magical fantasy.
“He went somewhere last night and won’t tell me where.”
“Uh, why should he?” Her sharp look could have cut me to the bone. “Uh, I mean, you two aren’t a thing, you said.”
“I knoooow, but he’s supposed to want to spend his hotel time with me. Not doing…whatever he did last night in Baton Rouge.”
“Weren’t you the one who asked for no strings attached?”
“Well, yes.”
The suspense was killing me. I needed to know how the guys felt, but from the time Harper and the girls swept me away to lunch, I barely had a free moment to myself. I even had to do a big FaceTime meeting with the record label head with Shantal, because I was near the end of my contract.
With this final record, they’d have to renegotiate with her. I was looking at a huge sum of money. The label had been good to me, and I had no intention of heading elsewhere, but I also deserved a larger cut of my album profits. We all knew it.
“Harper, have you considered maybe—”
A hard fist rapped against the door.
“One second.” I wandered over and peered through the peephole to spy Suraj and Nadir both in the hallway. I blinked and opened the door. “Hey.”
“May we have a moment of your time, Ms. Wallace?” Nadir asked with the professional courtesy I’d come to always expect from him.
“Um, sure. Harper was just leaving,” I lied.
“No, I wasn’t. We just opened this box, and I was…”
Both guys moved into the room, signaling an end to compassionate girl time. I just wasn’t in the mood to listen to Harper moan about a shitty situation of which she was the architect.
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