Making Her Nights [Enchanted Nights Book 1]

by Medina, Marie

  Heath wrapped his arms around him. “We’ll find her a present tomorrow. Something playful. I want her to know exactly why we can’t forget about her.”

  “Something naughty perhaps?”

  Heath laughed. “Yes.”

  “That sounds perfect,” Adam said before kissing a trail down Heath’s stomach and then taking his half-erect cock back into his mouth.

  “Absolutely perfect,” Heath whispered as he hardened and gave in to Adam yet again.

  * * * *

  Adam moaned and leaned back on the couch as Mallory took his cock down her throat. “I’m supposed to be the one thanking you, aren’t I?”

  She moved away and smiled at him. “You are, but you can owe me if you like.” She leaned forward and began sucking again.

  “And what is the Fey price for magical aid?”

  “My price is that you enjoy every moment of it.”

  As he neared orgasm, he felt light as air. A warmth like honey spread throughout his body. Mallory said he must have had a Fey ancestor to feel the pleasure so much more intensely than other mortals, and he secretly thanked that ancestor every time she touched him. His body began to buzz with energy and almost vibrate with the power of what was building in his groin.

  He felt his heart pounding as the jolt of euphoria hit his brain. It was like a burst of light and pure oxygen. He could almost imagine he was floating in the air. His limbs tingled as his balls tightened. Mallory’s tongue worked him to the point of release and then slowed. She did this repeatedly, and he’d never felt a more exhilarating high. She finally let him come, and she sucked him hard until she got every drop of cum. Every nerve in his cock was electrified, and the overwhelming sensation quickly passed pain and moved into an otherworldly bliss. She gripped his thighs and cried out with her own release. The pleasure he felt was amplified ten times. The Fey could experience their lover’s enjoyment during sex by concentrating in the right way, and Adam still remembered the first time it had happened with her. She’d come into his room after he’d gotten out of the shower, and she’d jerked him off as he reclined on the edge of the tub. She’d kissed him as he came, and an orgasm had rocked her body as well.

  “I love it when you do that,” he said as she climbed onto the couch and put her arms around him.

  “You make it so easy, darling.” She kissed his cheek. “You were so tense I couldn’t let you leave unsatisfied.”

  “Heath likes it when I come home that way.”

  She laughed and massaged his thigh. “You’ll be feeling this so long you’ll wear him out tonight.”

  “How long will it take to work?”

  “She won’t be able to stop thinking of you from the moment it reaches her hands. She’ll be open to you in every way when you see her again. Are you excited?”

  He nodded. “So is Heath.”

  She rested her hand over his heart. “You’ll feel what he feels soon.”

  “What do you mean?” Sometimes he wished she could turn off her ability to read his mind. However, he believed she might be talking about more than what she’d seen in his mind.

  “You want her. She’s special to you, and watching her with Heath made you feel something you’d never felt before, but it’s not love, not quite yet. It’s different for him.”

  “I haven’t asked him that.”

  “He loves her already. His heart accepts and cherishes so readily.”

  “I’m not jealous. You know I’m not.”

  “I know, darling. I only want to reassure you that you won’t miss out on any of the pleasures to come.” She rubbed his chest. “Your heart is already preparing itself for her.”

  He took a deep breath. “I would want to stay here forever if I hadn’t met Heath. I feel different when there are more Fey around.”

  “You feel us in your blood. You know a small part of you is like us.”

  He feigned a heavy-hearted sigh. “Oh, if only that small part could read minds.”

  “It’s a mixed blessing, and the Council would be watching you constantly if you could. Mortals never handle Fey gifts well.” She gave him a sad smile.

  A half-Fey mortal who had refused to let the Fey help him control his powers had killed Mallory’s lovers Raven and Lucian. It had been an accident, but that didn’t change the fact that they were dead.

  “Do you think you will ever make a life with someone again?” He ran his finger under her chin and smiled roguishly. “Or three or four someones?”

  “Perhaps. The last time the Council reported numbers, there were three hundred and forty-seven Fey. It may be slim pickings for a few decades, but anything is possible.”

  “How old are you anyway?” he asked, a teasing smile creeping over his face.

  She stood up and pulled him to his feet. She tucked him into his jeans and zipped them up carefully. “Fey or mortal, that’s a line that will make a lady kick you out.” She handed him a box wrapped in plain brown paper. “Her address is at the front desk if you’ve forgotten it. Leave it there, and we’ll take care of it.”

  He kissed her cheek as he accepted the box. “Thank you, Mallory.”

  “The pleasure was all mine, and soon it will be all yours.” She backed up and shooed him toward the door. “Now go before I tie you to a filing cabinet.”

  He laughed and hurried down to the lobby. He couldn’t wait for Rose to get her present.

  * * * *

  Rose opened the door after she checked and saw the delivery truck outside her apartment. She smiled at the delivery guy and apologized for keeping him waiting. She couldn’t exactly explain that she was worried two gorgeous men were going to show up and ravish her. She signed for the package and closed the door. She recognized the handwriting on the plain brown paper.

  “This better not be a sex tape,” she murmured as she cut the string on the sides of the package, though she knew good and well she’d watch it if it were. It was only a little bigger than a shoebox. She slid the box out of the paper and opened it.

  She pushed through the red tissue paper and found a black box with a red rose painted on the lid. She lifted the beautiful box and turned it over when she felt how heavy it was. As she’d suspected, she found a crank on the bottom. She wound it a few times and then set the box down and opened the lid. A sweet lilting melody filled the room. The words Come, follow me had been etched in gold inside the lid of the box.

  She rummaged through the tissue paper, but she didn’t find a note or card. She compared the handwriting on the brown paper to the note she’d received a few days earlier to be sure. She loved the music box, but she couldn’t keep it. Keeping the gift would imply that she welcomed Adam and Heath’s advances. As much as she knew she’d enjoy having sex with them again, she didn’t think it was a good idea. She didn’t want a couple of fuck buddies—she wanted a man, one man, who would understand her. She needed a man who was fun both in and out of the bedroom, and for the past few years luck had not been on her side.

  She closed the music box and stroked the lid. She didn’t know what to think or believe. It was the nicest gift any man had ever given her. She searched the box again for a note, but she didn’t find one. Were they going to show up on her doorstep one day? Call her? Or were they going to keep sending her notes and presents? They had her attention. Why didn’t either of them talk to her directly? Their first contact had seemed aggressive, so she was puzzled by the patience they seemed to be displaying now. She figured Mallory Le Crosse had contacted them after her phone call. Rose had been told that the men being sent to her were very special to Mallory. Had they fucked her? How many other clients had they been with? Fantasies Fulfilled had very strict testing policies for clients and employees, so Rose wasn’t worried about disease. She was curious about the lifestyle. Adam and Heath had both seemed very into her, but she could dismiss that as part of their job. However, there was no denying how they felt about each other. Did they really both want her, or was one of them accommodating the other’s desires? Mallo
ry had said they both wanted her, but Rose had her doubts.

  She remembered the dark-haired man fucking her while the blond watched. She’d been close to orgasm, and the man watching had tangled his fingers in the other one’s hair and planted a very hot kiss on him. The sight of the two men embracing had made her come, which had pleased them both. The dark-haired one had continued to fuck her, drawing her pleasure out longer than she would have believed possible, as the other one broke away and began kissing her breasts after giving her a very wicked smile. The two men had shared other moments like that all night. She would never have believed a story about two people finding love while working in the sex industry, but Heath and Adam seemed to be in love with each other.

  “So why are they bothering me?” she asked. She sighed and threw the box and paper away. She left the music box on the coffee table. As she came back into the living room, she noticed that the tune was still playing and realized it hadn’t stopped since she’d wound it up. How long would it play? She became even more confused when she remembered closing the lid. Had memories of that night distracted her that much? She looked over at the box and found that the lid was in fact closed. She sat down and opened it. Nothing changed. She closed it again, and the music kept playing. She turned it over and saw that the crank on the bottom was not turning. Was it only for show? How did the box work? She opened it again and watched the little cylinder turning under the glass. She closed the box and set it down. Had it been broken in transit? Was she going to be listening to that tune all day?

  Her cell phone rang, and she looked at the Caller ID. It was a private number. She started to put the phone down, but she didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to Heath or Adam if it was one of them calling.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, Rose,” a man said.

  “And which one are you?”

  “I’m Adam, the one with blond hair. Do you like your present?”

  She thought about lying, but the gift was so lovely she knew he wouldn’t believe her. “Yes, it’s beautiful, but I can’t keep it. I’m flattered, but I’m not interested in whatever you two have in mind. Now that I’ve gotten out of a bad relationship, I don’t want to get into another one.” She paused. “No offense meant, of course, but I don’t want to waste the best years of my life on sex that will never lead anywhere.”

  “Who says that is what we want?”

  “Well, you aren’t exactly proposing marriage. And before you get me completely sidetracked, I want to make it clear that I didn’t promise either of you anything.”

  “Yes, you did.”

  “Then tell me what I promised you.”

  “I asked you to run away with us if we gave you what you wanted. Your exact answer was ‘Of course I will. What girl wouldn’t?’”

  She thought for a minute, and then she remembered the moment. Something deep inside her stirred as she recalled being fucked by the man on the other end of the line. “I would have said anything at that moment. I wanted you to make me come. And for the record, you were paid for your services. I owe you nothing for helping me get rid of my boyfriend.”

  “You only gave your word so I would be quiet and finish fucking you?”

  “Yes, and I have to say I don’t understand the two of you at all.” He sounded incredulous, which confused her. People made promises and declarations they didn’t mean during sex all the time. She was sure they said things they didn’t mean every single time they met with clients.

  “We spent an entire night making love, and you can’t understand why we still want you?”

  She wanted to scream. Why was he questioning her as if she was the one who wasn’t making any sense? “I don’t mean to be rude, but you two are sex workers. The sex was great, but that’s all it was. As I recall, sex wasn’t even what I wanted.”

  “Yet you gave in the moment we touched you.”

  “Look, Adam, I spent a year with a guy who wouldn’t fuck me. Vibrators can only do so much. I needed to be fucked, and since I had already paid so much money just to get the two of you here, I gave in. Now I wish I hadn’t.”

  “Please don’t wish that, Rose.”

  “You’re both gorgeous and sexy, but this is starting to give me the creeps.”

  “You think we would hurt you?”

  She considered this for several seconds. “I’m not afraid of that exactly. I’m suspicious though. I saw the way you two touched and looked at each other. You’re a couple. I mean in real life and not just work.”

  “We are. We’re in love.”

  She half-wished Adam was sitting beside her to she could shake him. “Then why do you want to see me again?”

  “Didn’t you feel anything besides pleasure that night?”

  “Feel anything? Emotionally?” Was he kidding? Did he think the three of them had made a love connection?

  “Yes.”

  “No, I didn’t. I was having sex with two guys I would never see again. I felt lust. Come on. I didn’t even pay attention when you told me your names. I didn’t care which was which because it didn’t matter.”

  “All of it mattered to us, and I think it meant more to you than you’re admitting.”

  “How is someone who worked for Fantasies Fulfilled this naïve?”

  “You’re the one who is being naïve. You’re assuming we couldn’t have felt anything for you because we’re, as you put it, sex workers. Also, what you’re interpreting as naivety is actually confusion. I sound incredulous because I know you felt the same spark that we did.”

  “You don’t know me at all. We only had one night together, and we didn’t spend it telling our life stories.”

  “We got to know each other very well though. You can really see and know someone when they open up to you completely. When we showed up you spent several minutes explaining that you didn’t want sex, but everything changed when we touched. You surrendered, and there were no barriers between us.”

  She thought about how it had started. They had agreed to her terms, and then they’d moved to the bedroom. Heath had kissed her, and the touch of his lips had absolutely taken her breath away. Adam had moved in behind her and undressed her in mere moments. Being naked and pressed between their hard bodies had been too much for her to resist. She felt another stirring in her core as she recalled this man fingering her and then sliding his hard cock over her ass and into her eager pussy.

  “What are you thinking?” Adam asked softly.

  She realized she had been silent a long time. “What do you think?” she said testily.

  “You’re remembering being with us. Please see us again. We’ll meet in public. We’ll work on relating those life stories you think are so important.”

  “Well, it will give new meaning to the term ‘double date’ now, won’t it?” She sighed in exasperation. “Fine. We will have dinner in a restaurant. You will not come here. Okay? I guess I can’t stop you, but I request that you stay away from my apartment. If you’re being genuine about your feelings, I assume you’ll respect that wish.”

  “We will, if that’s what you want.”

  “It is. I’m free tomorrow night. We’ll meet at Giovanna’s at six. You know it, don’t you?”

  “Yes. We’ll be there.”

  “Okay. That’s settled. No more presents or notes. Got it?”

  “Yes, Rose, I’ve got it. Though I have to say it’s amazing how averse you are to being wooed considering what you let us do to you that night.”

  She tried to keep memories from invading again. “You are persistent, aren’t you? Is this how you usually get what you want?”

  “Yes. It’s how I won Heath’s heart. He’d never been with a man before, but when I made my interest known he admitted he was attracted to me and gave in. Our first touch was unforgettable. I don’t believe in denying or hiding what I feel.”

  As he spoke she couldn’t fight off the memory of the two men kissing. Maybe their lives were unconventional, but what Adam had just said was very roma
ntic. Again she questioned their desire to see her. They had all they would ever need in each other. Why involve her? She shook her head and decided she would wait for a face-to-face meeting to ask that question again.

  “I’m not denying or hiding anything. I think this situation is strange. I’m ninety-nine percent sure this is a bad idea, but I am willing to meet you both in public.”

  “I’m glad. We’ll see what we can do with that one percent of you that favors us.”

  He lowered his voice to a sensual whisper, as if he knew exactly where to find that one percent.

  “Good-bye, Rose.”

  “Bye.” She hung up, but as she put the phone down she cursed. She’d meant to say something about the music box. She didn’t mind the tune, but she wanted it to stop playing. She lifted the box in her hands and looked at the engraving on the inside of the lid. Come, follow me. Was that the name of the song playing? What did it mean?

  She shifted on the couch and cursed again. She was wet and anxious now. She wanted to come, but masturbating right after talking to Adam was a bad idea. To her it seemed like she was caving, so she tried to think of something else. She put the box down and went into her bedroom. The tune had a sensual lilt, and she knew hearing it wasn’t helping. However, going into the bedroom had been the wrong move. They’d spent hours fucking in this room. In fact she couldn’t look at any part of the room without remembering what they’d done there. That pissed her off, but getting angry with herself only intensified her need to come.

  She opened the middle dresser drawer and pulled her clit massager out. What was the point in fighting it? Having an orgasm would relax her and then she could get her mind on something else. She took her jeans and panties off and stretched across her bed. She ran one finger over her pussy. She was wetter than she’d thought. Talking to Adam and hearing his voice had triggered so many memories from that night. She rubbed herself and got her clit wet, and then she turned on the massager. She put it on the highest setting right away so she’d come quickly. She moaned as she rubbed it against her clit. Pleasure coursed through her immediately, and as her pussy muscles clenched she got even wetter. Her nipples tingled, and she pinched one through her shirt and bra. She sighed as she remembered Adam eating her pussy while Heath had used his teeth to tease her nipples. Those two knew how to use their mouths to drive a woman wild. She imagined them together without her, and she clenched again. In her mind she saw Adam on top of Heath, kissing him as he fucked him in the ass. Adam reached between them to stroke Heath’s cock, and Rose threw the massager aside to rub her clit as she came. She cried out as the sensations sparked all over her body. Her breasts ached as her core trembled. She pressed the heel of her hand against herself as she came back to reality. As she caught her breath, she heard the music box tinkling. What was happening to her? She rolled over and clutched her pillow against her chest. If thinking about Heath and Adam could make her come like that, what would happen if she let them touch her again? The throbbing inside her pussy was the only answer she got.