“I see you’re still a screamer,” Hunter whispered into her ear. He spooned her from behind, hands on her hips. “Some things never change.”
Jake gave her a sweet, delicate kiss. “Damn. I almost came right there.” His erection nudged her right leg. “But we’ll get to that soon enough.”
“That was—” Angela drew a breath, her throat aching. She shook her head, bereft of words.
“Good.” Hunter chuckled. “I’d be upset if it were anything less. And the night’s still young.” He drew a finger along her side, setting off small tremors through her skin. “But you need a short rest. Let me get you some water.”
Before she could speak, he moved off the bed, leaving her with Jake.
He went to the mini-fridge and opened it. “I don’t even want to think about what they’re charging for this.” He pulled out one bottle of water and returned to the bed. “Here.” Hunter snapped the top off and offered it to her lips.
She drank thirstily, her sore throat grateful for the coolness.
Hunter took a swig before passing it to Jake, who finished off the bottle and tossed it on the floor.
“Hey. No littering,” Hunter said.
Jake chuckled and nibbled on Angela’s earlobe. “How are you doing?”
“Great,” she whispered.
“Hope we’re ready for round two.” Jake stroked her side, his fingers trailing along her hipbones. “Because I don’t know if I can wait much longer.”
“No patience?” Hunter grinned.
“Not tonight,” Jake said, a note of a growl in his voice.
Now it was his turn to climb off the bed.
Angela stretched out, the lethargy in her bones easily chased away by the sight of Jake Weatherly strolling naked across the room. She hadn’t seen this much of him since their encounter in the locker room, and while she liked what she’d seen there, this was a much, much better exhibit.
His finely toned abs glistened with sweat as he unzipped his bag and reached inside. She had an excellent view of his ass, tight and dying to be touched, caressed. Squeezed.
“Now, as I recall”—he caught her eye and winked—“you said something about the cuffs.”
Angela caught her breath at the shiny metal handcuffs in his hands.
“You did learn some new tricks at university,” Hunter murmured as Jake held them up high. “One of the benefits of higher education.”
She laughed, feeling giddy. “Never stop pushing your limits.”
“Exactly.” Jake walked back to the bed. He looked behind her at the headboard and smiled. “Good. Was hoping we could make this happen.”
She shivered. The bed was made of wrought iron, from the bedposts to the elaborate metalwork behind her head. She hadn’t chosen the decor but, in retrospect, it was perfect.
Jake reached up behind her and she heard metal on metal. He raised an eyebrow and nodded to Hunter. “If you don’t mind.”
Hunter slid off the bed and took each of her hands, raising them up over her head. The familiar cold sensation around her wrists sent a frisson of desire singing through her body, the tension already building up in anticipation of what was to come.
His cock bobbed dangerously close to her mouth and she licked her lips, entranced by the thick musky smell that was Hunter’s and Hunter’s alone. A small bead of moisture hung from the tip, signaling his enthusiasm.
“Would you like some of this?” He gave the cuffs one last yank to make sure she was secured and reached down to stroke himself. “Angie?”
“Yes.” She turned her head to the side and smiled. “Bet I can make you scream this time.”
Hunter laughed and leaned in, one hand gripping the railing over her head as he maneuvered his cock to her mouth. “Watch out, Jake—she’s getting feisty again.”
“We’ll see.” He moved back to the bag and pulled out a long stream of condoms. “I came prepared for a long, long night. And morning as well.”
Angela watched Jake rip open a packet and roll the condom slowly, carefully over his length and climb on the bed, straddling her. He licked his finger and drew it between her breasts, leaving a wet trail down over her belly.
She shifted her hips, urging him on.
Jake let out a moan as he slid against her, nudging her legs apart. He pressed his lips to her navel before moving upward, following the trail with soft, gentle kisses.
“Come on now, Chief.” Hunter chuckled. “We’re waiting for you.” He stroked himself again, his hips pushing forward. “Patience is not my strong suit.”
Angela wetted her lips, urging him on.
The cock slipped into her mouth, and Hunter let out a loud drawn-out moan as she pulled it in as deep as she could, drawing it to the back of her throat.
Jake entered her at a slow, lazy pace, stealing her attention as she adjusted to fit him. Waves of pleasure shot out to each nerve in her body at the careful, methodical possession.
There was no escape here. She was cuffed to the headboard, totally at their mercy and under their control.
And yet Angela knew, she knew they were under hers.
Hunter placed his hand on her head—not so much to control her but to guide her as he leisurely pumped in and out of her mouth, the gasps and grunts rising and falling as she increased her pressure on his cock, pulling it as deep as she could again.
“Fuck.” Hunter ground the word out between clenched teeth. “I don’t know how much longer I can hang on here.”
Jake hovered over her, his arms keeping him from crushing Angela or interfering with her activity with Hunter. “Let’s see if I can slow her down.” He gave a sharp laugh as he rolled his hips, now deep inside her. His breath came in short pants as he varied his strokes, surprising her with every thrust.
Angela would have cried out if she could have, the tingling flowing through her body and spiraling outward as she approached another overload. She flicked her tongue over the tip of Hunter’s cock before latching onto it with her lips one last time and pulling him in as far as she could once more, sucking hard.
“Yes.” Hunter let out a sigh as he emptied himself into her, eyes closed tight as his hips thrust forward in one last burst of energy. “Oh God. Yes.” He pulled away with a pained grunt and dropped off the bed to kneel, his forehead pressed to the cool white sheets.
She swallowed hard, tasting the salty essence, the taste of her first love.
Angela turned to face Jake.
Now it was only the two of them.
Jake’s strokes increased as he moved up the bed to kiss her neck and bury his face in her loose hair. “All mine.” Jake groaned into her ear. “Come for me again, Angie. I know you’ve got it in you.”
Angela tugged on the handcuffs, but they weren’t giving way. All she could do was wrap her legs around Jake’s waist as he moved faster and faster, his hands sliding under her to lift her hips against him and let him go deeper, deeper—
Yes.
There was no holding back the scream erupting from her throat as her legs locked around him one last time, squeezing as tight as she could.
Jake emptied himself into her with quick, disjointed thrusts, all hope of rhythm lost. He threw his head back and let out a long moan before slumping, lips pressed against her neck. He drew short, shuddering breaths as he tried hard not to put his full weight on her.
“I got this.” Hunter rose on unsteady legs and reached up behind her.
Angela felt the pressure on her arms ease as Hunter undid the handcuffs and released her hands. He didn’t let them fall free but lowered them by her sides after pressing his lips to the inside of each wrist.
Jake moved off her with a grunt, turning away to dispose of the condom.
Hunter stretched out alongside Angela, his eyes half-closed. He pulled her into his arms before kissing her deeply, brushing his hand through her hair. “God, I’ve missed you.”
Jake reached over and massaged her left wrist, frowning as he studied the thin red line left by the me
tal cuffs. “You okay?” He pressed his lips to the pulse point on her hand. “Got to be careful with the thrashing. Maybe I’ll get some of those furry ones for next time.” His mouth turned up into a smirk. “Don’t want to start any rumors.”
“Too late.” Angela shifted between the two men, her cooling skin seeking their warmth as they pressed against her.
Hunter dropped kisses along her jawline before pressing his head between her breasts, his arms tight around her waist.
“I’m good.” She let out a tired giggle with the last of her strength. “I’m great.”
A wave of exhaustion swept over her, drawing her into a soft dark tunnel. She gave in to the need for sleep, her senses overwhelmed.
It was morning when Angela snapped awake. She looked up at the ceiling as it came into focus, momentarily confused as to where she was.
She remembered, and deep warmth surged through her body, the mental fog lifting with a vivid recollection of what had happened in the past few hours. The highlights ran through her mind, bringing a smile to her face even as she stretched out and winced, underused muscles protesting the recent exercise.
She looked at Jake’s sleeping face and drew her hand over it, over the strong chiseled jaw. The day-old stubble gave him a rugged look, and it was easy to imagine him in the wilderness, building a life out of whatever he found and claiming it for his own. There was a feral sense about him, the beast barely kept at bay.
Her protector. Her honor guard. Her man.
Hunter stirred, his head lying on her breasts. She drew her fingers through the black hair.
Here was her past, her first love returned to her whole. It was as if the years apart didn’t exist, their time away from each other only a faint memory.
She stroked the back of his neck, reveling in the softness of the skin. It was a sharp contrast to the rest of his body, the toned muscles of an athlete stretched out on the king-size bed.
Hunter mumbled something before kissing his way to her left nipple and drawing it into his mouth.
Angela rose off the bed with a cry as he continued to suckle, murmuring incoherently as his grip on her waist tightened. She grabbed his hair but didn’t pull him away, caught between pleasure and pain as his teeth scraped against her sensitive skin.
Jake shifted and pressed against her. “Keep it down, you two.” He opened his eyes and smiled. “Or not.” He wriggled his nose. “Time for our morning shower.”
Hunter pulled free with a wet pop. “I agree.”
The two men looked at Angela, waiting for her input.
She couldn’t help grinning. “That would be lovely.”
The shower stall was indeed big enough for all three of them.
Jake stood behind her, hands on her waist, as Hunter worked on the water temperature and settled for hot but not scalding.
“So.” Hunter smiled and tilted his head to one side. “Ready for your wake-up call?”
Angela chewed on her bottom lip, taken aback. She hadn’t expected anything other than a shower at this point.
Jake nipped her earlobe, hard. “Your decision.”
She looked down, seeing Hunter’s cock standing at attention. Without a word, she took hold, running her hand from root to tip with a slow, steady stroke. He let out a low rolling growl from between clenched teeth, his eyes half-closed as she increased her grip, feeling him grow under her touch.
“I haven’t been keeping score, but I think it’s your turn,” she whispered, her mind spinning.
Jake laughed and pulled her back against him as he rested against the tiled wall. “Let’s see your moves, Coach.”
Hunter moved in to kiss her, hard and hungry, his tongue battling with hers for dominance. His hand moved to land atop hers, riding along as she continued to touch him, then entwined with her fingers to move her hand away.
Hunter turned away for a second as Jake’s hands landed on her breasts again, thumbs rubbing over the sensitized skin.
He reached outside the stall and grabbed one of the condoms placed within reach by one of the two men. It took only a few seconds for him to rip the packet open and slide the condom down over his length, grunting impatiently.
Angela gasped and arched back against Jake, her senses already sliding into overdrive. The simple stimulation was almost painful after the night’s events, but it still drew her toward the peak again with unerring accuracy.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” Hunter gripped her hips hard before lifting her up off her feet, Jake helping to steady her. “Not until I say so.”
Hunter lowered her onto his cock, sliding her down at a slow, agonizing pace. Finally he was inside her; Angela’s legs automatically came up to lock around his waist.
“Hold on, Angie.” Hunter kissed her hard, one hand reaching out to steady himself. “This is going to be one fast ride.”
The first thrust shot her almost over the top, the double sensory input of Hunter in front of her, inside her, while Jake stood behind her, caressing her breasts; his teeth grazing her shoulder where he’d already re-marked her.
“Hold . . .” Hunter growled as he increased the pace, the hard, fast strokes signaling an end to his patience. “Hold . . .”
She couldn’t take any more, her senses overloading yet again.
Angela shook and shuddered around him, tossing her head back against Jake’s shoulder as Hunter let out a shout, his thrusts becoming erratic and shaky.
A long minute later, Hunter took hold of her legs and gently lowered her to the floor, pulling out with a grunt.
“You got her?” He looked over her shoulder at Jake.
Jake kissed the side of her neck, one arm around her torso to help her stay standing. “Yep. We’re good here.”
We’re exhausted, she said silently.
Hunter stepped out of the stall for a minute before returning. The hot spray ran over his bare shoulders and chest as he reached out and caressed her cheek.
“Time to get cleaned up.” He held up a washcloth and a bar of soap. “Don’t worry. Now we’re going to be gentle.”
She was in heaven.
After the shower, she’d stepped out into a warm towel held by Jake, who proceeded to dry her off from head to toe, refusing to let her do anything other than raise her arms and turn. Hunter worked on her hair, using the hotel room’s hair dryer to brush out the long blond curls and tame them into a ponytail.
Finally they’d placed the bathrobe back on her and escorted her to the bed, where she lay between the two men, both now wearing jeans but no shirts.
Angela steeled herself to look over at the digital clock flashing quietly on the far table.
“Almost time to check out.” A surge of emotion nearly brought her to tears.
“Of this room. But not of this.” Jake pressed her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Not if you don’t want it to be.”
“You—?” She swallowed hard, forcing herself to think straight. “You’re okay with this?”
Jake looked over at Hunter, who had raised himself up on one elbow. “I won’t say when you approached us with this idea I didn’t wish it was just me. But you’ve never looked happier.” A sheepish grin appeared. “Not even at our best times together.”
“I hate to agree with him, but, yeah.” A reddish tinge colored Hunter’s face. “And I have to admit it was all sorts of hot.”
Jake released her hand and rubbed his chin, scraping over the stubble. “So, if this is what works for us, how do we make this work?”
Angela sighed and pushed herself up to rest her back against the headboard. A shiver ran through her spine at the contact with the cold metal behind her. “I don’t know. I hadn’t planned that far ahead.” She put her hands to her cheeks, feeling the warmth. “I wasn’t working past last night.”
“Well”—Hunter moved to sit beside her—“my house would be the best for us to get together in the future. I live alone, now that Dad’s out, and I’ve got plenty of room.”
Jake nodded his appro
val before laying his head in Angela’s lap. “I live above a bakery. Those damned machines set off at three in the morning. Hardly the best environment.”
“Okay.” Angela’s head spun with the topic under discussion. She’d gone from imagining a threesome to having her ménage to now talking about how to make it a semipermanent arrangement. “But”—she held up a finger—“total honesty with each other. We’ll have to keep it quiet from everyone else; we can’t afford to lie to ourselves.”
Hunter smiled. “You got it.” He bounced off the bed. “Now, let’s get dressed, check out, and get us some breakfast. I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving.” He ran his hand over his bare stomach, and Angela felt a surge of desire, despite her exhaustion. “How about we hit the Midnight Diner for pancakes?”
Jake laughed. “And afterwards, we can go back to your place and have a second breakfast.” He licked his lips and looked at Angela.
She swallowed hard.
I’ve unleashed a monster.
Three of them.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
The sunlight crept across the floor, signaling the morning’s retreat.
Angela made a rough guess at the time and looked at the wall clock for confirmation.
She scowled, as it was two hours later than she’d guessed. “Right.” Angela tugged on the sheet, pulling it out from under the two men. “I’ve got to get going.”
Hunter rolled onto his side and smiled. “Are you sure?” He put his hand over his mouth to cover a yawn.
“I’m sure.” Angela sat up, covering her breasts. “My mother’s going to expect me home at some point.” She reached over and poked Jake’s bare ass. “And, if I recall correctly, you have a shift tonight.”
Jake opened one eye, the rest of his face crushed into a pillow. “I do. Thanks for reminding me.”
Hunter got to his feet, flinching as he put his hand at the small of his back. “Note for future: Hardwood floor not the best for wild sex. Or any sex.”
“Note for future: Get bigger bed,” Jake shot back as he rolled onto his back and yawned.
After a giggling, erratic breakfast at the Midnight Diner, where they’d been the focus of more than one curious look and hushed conversation, they’d adjourned to Hunter’s house and Hunter’s bedroom. They found a double-size mattress was a poor fit for the three of them, legs hanging off the edge of the bed and grunted curses as laughter turned back to lust and improvisation became the primary focus.
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