by Zoey Thames
“No…” she finally replied before popping a forkful of salmon in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure at the taste. That sound had his cock standing eagerly at attention.
They both paused, hanging on her words. His wolf needed to hear she could be his. That she could belong to him and to Jackson.
Michelle seemed to sense the sudden tension in the air. She took a quick sip of her wine, then set the glass down and traced her finger along the rim. Her gaze flickered to his face and darted to Jackson before returning to her wine.
“You can tell us,” Aaron said, praying she would have faith in him.
“It’s not very flattering.”
Jackson shook his head. “You spent all night being subjected to me at my worst. Trying to push Aaron away. Trying to push you away. Costing tens of thousands of dollars, pain, misery, and a bruised shin. I think you’ll find I’m very sympathetic.”
She nodded and gave him a sweet smile. Then her expression darkened again as she began to speak.
“My last relationship kind of imploded. Not because of me or anything I did… But isn’t that what they all say? Anyway, my ex was also my boss at the brokerage, and he was cheating on me. When I finally found out, he not only dumped me, he fired me too. So there went my stockbroker career after he let it be ‘known’ that I had no professional standards and had been harassing him. Can you believe that noise?”
Aaron wished the bastard was right here, right now. He’d throw the man over a few tables, teach him to respect what he’d once had, this incredible woman who had already captured his heart. At the same time he’d be gloating aloud that he had his sights on the incomparable Michelle Ross and he intended to mate her. And when Aaron Duvall set his sights on a target, he didn’t stop until he had what he wanted. And with Michelle, he had a feeling he’d be wanting her for each and every day of the rest of his life.
He realized all at once that he was growling low in his throat. He also realized that Jackson was doing the exact same thing. They both stopped at the same time.
She was glancing back and forth between them, her eyes wide.
Aaron gave her a smile full of chagrin. “Sorry. The…wolf gets a little protective.”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “Oh, the wolf does, does he?”
They all shared a laugh. But as she started to eat again, Aaron and Jackson shared a long look. Words weren’t necessary. He could tell exactly what the other man was thinking. There was no way Michelle should have lost her career and be forced to drive limos because of some cheating, lowlife bastard. They were going to make that right. He already had an idea how. All he could say was that revenge would be sweet.
They chatted their way through the meal. She had a quick wit and didn’t hesitate to tease or tangle with them, depending on the conversation. Jackson had lost every bit of his attitude, and even though he could still be intense, he had toned the level way down and even managed bring back the quick smile Aaron remembered.
After they finished their meals, Michelle let out a long sigh, sounding content. That made his heart soar.
“It’s a good thing I work nights or I never could’ve stayed out this late.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Who could have guessed something like this would ever happen to me. Here, with two amazing guys, in downtown Chicago in my own private dining experience. Wearing Salvatore Ferragamo shoes. That alone was worth the price of being kidnapped.”
“All of that is yours, of course,” Jackson said with a careless wave of his hand. “The dress. The…whatever accoutrements came with it.”
She looked at him, her eyes suddenly guarded. “I couldn’t take all that. It’s too expensive. I’m already being generously paid.” She glanced at Aaron. “More than generous.”
Aaron touched her arm, gently, wanting to soothe out that concern. He found himself constantly wanting to touch her, needing the contact. Thank God, she didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t sure if he could help it.
“It would make us very happy if you’d accept them,” he said. “We did kidnap you, after all. It’s the least we can do.”
And he hoped there was so much more they could do before the night was over.
The dessert was café liégeois, a heavenly dish made from lightly sweetened coffee, coffee-flavored ice cream, and whipped cream. They ate in candlelight, telling her stories of life as bodyguards to VIPs from Hollywood and politics before they’d started their own successful company. Discovering she had gone to the University of Connecticut. That she once worked at a llama farm. She read romances set in Regency England. She’d had a pet duck as a child. Just by how she spoke and the words she chose, he could tell how thoughtful and kind she was, how she fit exactly into the gap in his life, and together with Jackson, they completed one another.
But he didn’t say those things. Not yet. He didn’t want to spook her.
He ate his café liégeois and wanted to tell her he loved her.
But couldn’t.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Michelle would’ve suspected this whole thing was nothing but a surreal, perfect dream, had it not been for the fact that it was simply too strange even for dreams. And the night wasn’t over yet.
Her heart was beating fast as her two men escorted her out of the elevator, toward her suite. Jackson was on her left. Aaron on her right. She had one arm linked in each of theirs. Their suite was across the hall from hers. As they approached her door, she found herself dreading being away from them. She didn’t want this night to ever end. They led her right up to her door. She hesitated, then reached into her small Coach handbag for her room key.
Aaron stopped her with a hand on her waist. At his touch, she turned to look at him, a half smile on her lips, but her heart in her throat. She intended to say something quippy to cut the sudden tension in the air. But before she could, he leaned down and captured her lips in a scorching kiss that lit up every nerve ending she had. It was a kiss that rivaled Jackson’s in the ring. A kiss that went neck and neck with the kiss she’d first seen her two men sharing.
She closed her eyes and gave herself to the kiss. Yielded herself up to it. He pulled her tight against him. Her breasts pressed against him, and her heart did a jagged skip as she felt the hard length of his cock pushing back against her. She couldn’t help it, she rubbed her body against him, teasing him. His growl-groan made her knees wobbly.
Then she was fumbling with the key, pushing open the door, the three of them hurrying inside her suite. They were kissing. Touching. Caressing her as she allowed them to lead her to the bedroom.
Inside a room lit only with the outside city lights, she turned back to them fully, intending to have them in every way a girl could.
Michelle yanked apart Jackson’s tie and flung it away, not caring where it landed. Jackson watched her with those startling blue eyes, drinking in her every move. She slowly, deliberately, undid every button on his shirt, then peeled it back to reveal a chest rippled with heavy muscle. The glow of the city lights filtering in through the window made him look stunning. She’d seen him naked at the fight, before his shift, but she wanted more. She could spend every moment of the rest of her life seeing him naked and it would still not be enough.
Aaron’s hands slid up her sides from behind her, so large, so warm as they moved up her curves to cup her breasts. Slowly, he began to caress them, stroking, teasing. He pressed against her from behind. She felt his rigid cock pushing against her ass. The sensation caused a dirty little groan to slip from her lips.
“Love that sound,” Aaron murmured, his fingers circling her nipples, making them harden to needy little nubs. His lips found the side of her neck, blessing her with little kisses that had her body trembling, had her wet and ready.
“I need you in me,” she whispered. “Both of you.”
She felt as if she tried to hold back an approaching hurricane. Her desire would not be denied. Her need was out of control.
When Aaron touched her, it was as if she forgot how to b
reathe. Her entire body reacted to him like an electric shock of pleasure, a yearning so intense that it consumed her.
Jackson did the honors with the condom for Aaron. He ripped the edge of the packet open with his teeth and then knelt in front of Aaron so he was level with the other man’s hard cock. She reached out and took Aaron’s length in her hand. She wasn’t able to completely encircle his girth with her fingers and thumb and that sent an erotic thrill straight to her pussy. Slowly she began to stroke his cock, loving the feel of the warm, silken skin. Aaron threw his head back, eyes closed, reveling in the sensation. Seeing his pleasure heightened her own pleasure that much more.
“Look at that,” Jackson said to her, his voice thick and heavy with lust. “He loves you touching him.”
He placed the condom on the tip of Aaron’s jutting cock and slowly rolled it down the length as she reluctantly drew her hand away at the last possible second.
Then Jackson moved to the bed, sprawling on it, his cock thrusting upward from his body, so tempting she had to touch it. Stroke it. She helped him slide a condom down his thick length and watched as he added extra lube, a thrill of excitement shooting through her. A second later she leaned forward at his urging so he could work the lube into her other entrance. There was pressure, and a flash of discomfort, there and gone again, as his finger entered her and carefully coated her, making her ready for him.
Aaron stayed next to her, his hands caressing her body, along her hips, her sides, taking her breasts in his hands and teasing her nipples until they stood up hard and tight. Then Jackson pulled her two him on the bed, spreading his legs. She straddled over him as he gripped her hips and helped guide her, lowering her down on his cock. Now she was over him, riding reverse cowgirl, his cock driving up into her second entrance, once, twice. Then he held her in place as if she weighed nothing when Aaron grabbed his cock, sheathed in the glistening condom, and approached her.
She was panting her need. Her pussy was soaking wet, aching for him. Her heart beat hard and fast. She met Aaron’s eyes as he slid his hands up the undersides of her thighs, lifting her legs, angling her slightly. His eyes were beautiful, kind and strong and shining with his own desire. She bit her lip to keep from moaning in pleasure when he pushed his cock past her slick pussy lips and entered her. But the sensation of him pushing into her when she was already so full with Jackson inside her was dizzying, was too much to suppress. A long moan of pure bliss escaped her. She felt so wanted, needed, as if she was an integral part of these two men. As though she fit together with them perfectly.
Both of them were inside her, stretching her, filling her. The sensation was incredible. It was almost too much. Two large cocks began sliding into her in a rhythmic torment of pure bliss. Her two men supported her as easily as if she were made of air. Their power and strength only heightened her desire until her brain was fogged with lust.
Michelle didn’t know how long it lasted. Their lovemaking transformed into something that felt outside of time. She vibrated inside as her amazing men fucked her, their cocks feeling as if they rubbed against each other as they thrust inside her. She was telling them dirty little things, encouraging them to do her harder, faster, all the while feeling as if she was on an incredible rollercoaster getting the ride of her life.
When she came, the orgasm hit her with the force of a thunderclap, sudden and shocking, causing her to convulse, then break all around them, giving in to her helpless moans of ecstasy.
“Ah, fuck me,” Jackson rasped out from behind her, pumping into her even faster, his voice more than half wolf-growl. “God, you feel so fucking tight.”
Aaron only looked down on her, one hand still under her knee, holding her spread for him as he pumped into her from the front. His other hand caressed her breast in time to his thrusts. He seemed to be reveling in her exhausted pleasure, drinking it in with the hunger of a starving man.
Jackson came next, his thrusts becoming hard and erratic as he gave in to his orgasm. Aaron redoubled his efforts, seeming eager to finish with Jackson. He was hitting that special spot inside her with each pump of his cock. Even though she’d just had an incredible orgasm, another surprised her just seconds before Aaron came. Her eyes were half-lidded as this second crashing wave of pleasure washed through her.
It took them all a long time to recover. Without a word, Aaron and Jackson eased her down to the bed. She was still shaking from her orgasm and with exhaustion, completely and utterly sated.
Jackson pulled her against him, spooning her from behind, his arm settling protectively over her. Aaron entangled himself in her from the opposite side, kissing her softly on the forehead, then on the lips. She smiled tiredly at him.
“Goodnight, love,” he whispered.
Jackson kissed her neck, sending a delightful chill down her spine. “Goodnight, my beautiful mate.” He laughed softly to himself. “My two beautiful mates…”
Afterwards, long after her two men had drifted off to sleep, Michelle was still awake. She was still lying between them on the cool silk sheets, sated, and their naked bodies kept her warm. She loved the feel of their arms around her, touching each other and touching her. The feeling of completeness she experienced when they held her couldn’t be ignored. The scent of both her men was on her. Marking her. Claiming her.
But even though both Jackson and Aaron had already found sleep from the sound of their steady, deep breathing, she could not manage to find her way to dreamland.
Too much had happened.
Not enough had happened.
When the morning came, they would all fly back to New York. She’d go back to work at Mirage. Jackson would charter his own private jet back to LA. Aaron would return to his security firm on the East Coast. Even though what they’d shared had been wonderful, unforgettable, there was money on the table, business to be done, responsibilities to be met. And after all, she didn’t fit into the shifter world. Watching the fight earlier had only proven that beyond the shadow of a doubt.
So even though this was the happiest she’d been in years, a sadness settled on her heart. She was afraid of what was to come. After she’d fallen for these two men so hard, she’d turned greedy, wanting them. Wanting them both, forever. She didn’t want this to end.
But the morning would eventually come, whether she wanted it or not.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The alarm on Jackson’s cell phone went off right at nine a.m., playing “Eye of the Tiger” in all its ringtone glory and waking him.
“Whose phone is that?” Aaron demanded, turning and dragging a pillow over his head with a groan. “This has to be a nightmare.”
“It’s mine,” Jackson said, his voice still rough from sleep as he squinted at the touch screen and randomly pressed buttons until the phone went silent. Thank God. He pushed himself to a sitting position with a groan. He didn’t regret an instant of last night’s extracurricular activities, but he only wished they’d gotten down to business far earlier in the evening. Even a werewolf needed beauty rest.
Only then did he realize Michelle wasn’t in bed with them. His wolf was immediately on high alert, even as he told himself not to worry. She was probably in the bathroom or there was some other easy explanation. She wouldn’t have called a cab back to that crappy motel room.
“Where is she?” Aaron growled from beside him, scrubbing a hand across the sexy, dark stubble all over his cheeks.
“She’s not here and naked,” Jackson replied. “And that’s a big problem.”
“Think we can tempt her back to bed?”
“I’m counting on it.”
Michelle’s voice sounded from the suite’s kitchen area. “I’m in here. Making coffee. Whose awful ringtone was that?”
“Not mine,” Jackson lied with a grin at Aaron. Aaron only rolled his eyes and mumbled about how some people had no taste.
Michelle appeared in the doorway wearing only—God save his heart—her white uniform shirt that barely came down to her upper thighs.
She’d left the top part unbuttoned, showing a heavenly bit of cleavage. He already felt his cock begin to stir with ideas of all the wicked mischief they could get up to.
She pointed at his cock rising to half-mast below the sheets, her eyes wary. “No way, Jackson. We have to fly back to New York pronto. My limo is currently missing in action. And I’m scheduled to work tonight.”
“I own the plane,” Aaron assured her with a smile. “We can leave any time we want.”
Jackson found himself nodding eagerly. “And I can make a few calls, have someone pick up the limo and take it back to Mirage. We don’t have to head back to New York at all if we don’t want. I’ll pay one of your coworkers extra to cover your shift.”
She sipped her coffee and stared at them over the rim of her mug. “As tempting as that sounds, I do have to check in. Let them know I wasn’t sold to some sheik somewhere.”
Jackson waggled his eyebrows. “I’m willing to dress like a sheik if you’re into role-play.”
“That’s right,” Aaron said, climbing out of bed, gloriously naked. He and Michelle both turned to eye him appreciatively, which only made the man smile. “That’s true. We aim to please.”
“I think you two are going to be bad for my sense of responsibility and work ethic.” She shook her head, smiling a little. “That’s a great offer, but I do have to work the shift. Work it or lose it, they always say.”
“I have an idea, anyway,” Aaron offered, pulling on some pants and hiding that beautiful cock. “Haven’t had time to run this past Jackson, but I’m pretty sure we’ll be on the same page.”
Jackson raised his eyebrows, wondering what this was all about. Although after last night, he was perfectly willing to agree to just about anything. Especially if it would keep Michelle with them for as long as possible.
Michelle walked over and sat on the edge of the large bed, facing them both with her coffee mug cupped in her hands. Her eyes seemed so large and dark. A sudden tension entered the room. It had his wolf pacing in his mind, but he didn’t know why he was suddenly uneasy.