Making Her Nights [Enchanted Nights Book 1]

by Medina, Marie

“I have as many doubts and fears as anyone, but I know what my heart is telling me. I’ve never been with another man besides Adam, but when he kissed me, I knew I’d come home. I felt the same warmth and excitement when I kissed you. I wish I could make you feel what I feel every single time I look at you.” He pressed his lips to hers. She tried to pull back, but he held her firm against him. He traced her lips with his tongue and made her open to him. He explored her mouth thoroughly, letting her cling to his body and melt against him. She started to push against him again, and this time he let her go.

  “I care for both of you. I’m sure you already know that. I just can’t—”

  “Feel as certain as we do?”

  “Kind of. I don’t mean it as anything against either of you.”

  “I know that. We both do.”

  “I need time to think. Okay?” She took a few steps back. “I can’t do that if you stay.”

  Adam wouldn’t leave. He would throw her over his shoulder and tie her to the bed if he had to. He would make her come until she was limp and trembling. He wasn’t Adam though, so he nodded and took her hand. He kissed it briefly and went to the door.

  “Please call us when you’ve finished thinking.”

  She nodded and turned away. He opened the door and slipped out. He closed it gently and stood there a long time staring down at the knob. What had triggered this change in her? How could she make love with them and not feel that it was so much more than sex? Tiny doubts began to creep into his mind, but he forced them away. He hurried to his car. He needed to decide how to tell Adam about her reaction. Adam would be upset, but he would be determined to find out what had caused her to give in to her anxieties to such an extent. As he drove, a thought occurred to him. He pulled into a parking lot and whipped his cell phone out. He dialed and sat listening to the ringing on the other end.

  “Yes, my love?” Mallory said.

  “What have you been up to?”

  “You’re going to have to be more specific. I’m always up to something.”

  “Tell me the truth, and I won’t tell Adam. I know you called Rose.”

  “I didn’t call her. I went to see her.”

  He propped his arm on the door, rested his forehead in his hand, and sighed. “Whatever you said scared her.”

  “Scared her? She seemed far more angry than scared. I was only trying to help. I was encouraging her to open up.”

  “You need to spend more time around mortals. We don’t like being told what to do. We really don’t like being told what’s best for us.”

  “Sometimes that is exactly what you need though. And while we’re on the subject, I told her I’m a Fey.”

  He couldn’t keep his voice from going up an octave. “You did what? Mallory, how could you?”

  “I thought it would make her listen to me.”

  “It probably scared her, plus it shows we were hiding something from her.”

  “I told her it needed to remain a secret. She didn’t care about that. I’m sure she understands why you didn’t tell her. She was far more upset with what I had to say about you two.”

  “I wish you hadn’t done or said anything.”

  “I knew what was best for you and Adam, didn’t I?”

  “But we were open to it. We trusted you because we knew what you were before you tried to bring us together. She’s going to need time, and besides that she has no reason to trust your judgment. You know, I’m sure she doesn’t care about you being Fey. You being a busybody is more of a problem for her at the moment. Please leave her alone.”

  “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

  “And you’re condescending and flippant when you’re told something you didn’t want to hear!”

  She didn’t respond right away. After a moment, he heard her take a breath.

  “Mallory, you were in the wrong. Admit it and move on. We’ve taken steps backwards now thanks to you. We’re back where we started.”

  “I’m sorry, darling. What can I do to make it right?”

  “Nothing. No enchanted objects and no more ‘helping.’ Okay?”

  “All right. Are you going to tell Adam?”

  “I’m going to tell him Rose is upset. If she tells him about what you did, that’ll be your problem. I’ll pretend I don’t know. The less drama right now the better.”

  “Adam’s going to react one way or another. It’ll be hard not to have some drama.”

  “I think I can minimize it. Just stay clear of all of us, all right?”

  “I promise. I’ll leave the three of you alone.”

  “Thank you.”

  He sat in the parking lot for a long time after he hung up. Adam would be very angry if he found out about Mallory’s meddling, even though he had initially welcomed her mischievous brand of help. Adam had fallen for Rose as hard as he had. They’d woken up several mornings ago, and Adam had whispered in his ear and told him. They’d looked into each other’s eyes and kissed. The morning had been perfect. The memory warmed him and made him feel calmer, even though the euphoria and joy of that morning still felt far away. Their mutual feelings meant nothing but misery and heartache if she didn’t return their love. When Heath kissed her, he felt her giving in but at the last moment she always pulled back before giving herself completely. The only time she truly let go was when they made her come. He wanted her to feel that kind of freedom and joy with them every single moment.

  He started the car and went home. He needed to feel Adam close, needed to pour out his heart and mind to him. Rose would feel better if she could do the same. He took deep breaths and steadied his breathing as he thought of Adam, and he felt better. Adam would know what to do.

  * * * *

  Adam threw Rose down on the bed and covered her body with his. Thirty minutes of arguing had given way to an explosion of passion. She’d been railing about Mallory’s interference, and he’d kissed her. Expecting a slap, he’d been very pleased to feel her hand grab his ass. He’d amazed even himself at how quickly he’d gotten both of them naked. Adam usually laughed when couples fighting in movies or television shows suddenly fell into each other’s arms and made mad, passionate love to vent their frustrations. Now, however, he saw the appeal of the scenario. Rose returned his kiss with a heat and roughness he’d never felt from her before. Her nails sank into his shoulders as she bit his lower lip. He pressed her into the mattress and pulled her hands off his neck. He pinned them above her head and lowered his mouth to her breasts. She struggled underneath him while he raked his teeth over each nipple. He moved off of her, but he secured her legs before she could get away. He bent her legs over her stomach and held them firm, her ass and pussy exposed. He held her calves just below the knee so she couldn’t kick him as he licked her pussy. She didn’t even try to make him stop. She cried out as he laved her clit with his tongue. She shook beneath him as she came. He slid his tongue into her pussy to taste her and feel her trembling.

  “Is that…your best…argument?” she asked between gasps of breath.

  He released her, and she curled up on her side and watched him. He picked up his pants and pulled his belt from the loops. He straddled her and wrapped the soft leather around her wrists and then buckled the ends together.

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re coming with me whether you want to or not.”

  “Are you going to drag me out of the apartment like this?”

  “Tempting. We might attract too much attention though.” He spread her legs and fingered her pussy.

  She closed her eyes and sighed. “You don’t seem angry anymore,” she said as his fingers probed deeper.

  He spread three of his fingers inside of her. He’d found out very soon how much she loved it when he did that. She was so hot and wet now, and her body caressed his searching fingers, telling him how much she needed another release.

  “You’re not free and clear yet, not until I get you home.” He got up and opened the drawer in her dresser that contained a
ll her sex toys. He and Heath had added several to her collection. He picked up the pink pleasure balls and took them back over to the bed. He stretched out beside her and turned her on her side. He kissed the back of her neck and he rubbed one of the balls against her pussy. He slid it deep inside of her and then stroked her clit. Her breathing quickened as the ball began to work its magic. He slid the other one into her and kissed her cheek. He played with her nipples as she began to move against him. “Mmmm, I think these are my favorite.”

  “You can make me come a dozen times. I’m not going with you.”

  “If I make you come a dozen times, you won’t be able to move on your own.” He rolled her onto her back and lifted her bound hands over her head again. He blew on her nipples and let his mouth hover over one of them. “You like this. You know you do. You’re only resisting so I’ll make you submit.” He sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. “You need us the way we need you.” He covered her pussy with his hand and rocked her hips back and forth to make the pleasure balls collide inside of her.

  She cried out and then moaned. “Heath says you love me.”

  He grew still and looked into her eyes.

  She watched him carefully, a triumphant smile on her face.

  “When did he say that?”

  “Yesterday.” She arched under his hand. “Was he lying?”

  He shook his head. “Heath would never lie, especially not to us.”

  Her smile faded. “Tell me what you love about Heath.”

  He moved his finger in a slow circle around her clit.

  “He’s warm and kind. He always thinks of others first. He forgives easily.” He smiled down at her. “He has superior taste in women.”

  He moved between her legs and pressed her pussy against his abdomen. He began to thrust forward as if they were fucking.

  “He wants what’s best for me, always. He loves me unconditionally. I can feel his love when he touches me.”

  She closed her eyes in pleasure. He slowed his pace and cradled her face in his hands.

  “Look at me.”

  When she opened her eyes, he unbuckled his belt and freed her hands. He twined his fingers with hers and brought both her hands to his lips.

  “He has enough room in his heart for more than one person. He was crushed when he came home, and it made me angry because I can’t stand to see him hurt. He was upset because he was worried your fears would keep you from us.”

  He held one of her hands over his heart and released the other so he could cup her cheek.

  “I let my anger take over because I didn’t want him to see I was scared too. It’s one of my flaws, but he loves me in spite of it.”

  He quickened his pace again, and she moaned beneath him.

  “I couldn’t deny him anything. I loved fucking you, and I saw how he looked at you, how he touched you. I was going to let him have you so he would be happy.”

  She lowered her eyes and turned her face away. He bent and kissed her cheek until she looked at him again.

  “But then we touched again, and I started to fall too. I knew I could care for you, Rose, but I never expected to fall in love a second time.”

  He shifted and slid his fingers into her to carefully remove the pleasure balls. She shivered under his touch, wet and trembling and on the verge of coming in his arms. He slid his cock into her and brushed a kiss over her lips.

  “I’m in love with you, Rose. I want you with us. Please don’t say no.”

  “And what will you do if I still refuse?”

  Her words were playful, but he saw tears pooling in her eyes. She hid behind humor and teasing the way he hid behind his anger. A wave of tenderness overtook his heart.

  “I’ll have you locked away forever for stealing my heart.” He captured her mouth and plunged deep. She arched to meet every thrust and returned his kiss with great ardor. He released her when she came, gasping for breath as she convulsed around him. She moaned and clung to him as she buried her face in his chest. He could feel the tears on her cheeks. He kissed the top of her head as he gave a final thrust and released into her. He shook with the pleasure of it. He felt her open up and surrender in that moment as they quaked together.

  She hadn’t said she loved him or Heath. She hadn’t poured her heart out to him. He could feel her love though as fully as he could feel her apprehension. She continued to embrace him long after her body stilled. He rolled onto his side to cradle her against him. She sighed as she settled into his embrace, and he stroked her hair as they began to breathe with the same rhythm. After nearly ten minutes, she looked into his eyes and finally spoke.

  “I still don’t understand you two,” she whispered with a crooked smile spreading across her face.

  “You will one day.”

  “When were you going to tell me about Mallory being Fey?”

  “I don’t know. We weren’t supposed to tell anyone.”

  “I don’t really care because I understand why you couldn’t tell me at first, but I am very curious about something.”

  “What?”

  “My music box. You said her father made it. Did he really? Was there some special reason it wouldn’t stop playing?”

  He stumbled to find the right words, but before he could do so she began hitting him on the arm in a scolding, yet very sexy way.

  “I knew it! You seducing cad!”

  “What?”

  She ran her fingers into his hair and pulled him close. “You put a spell on me.”

  “Does that mean you’re mine now?”

  “What did it do?”

  “It kept us in your thoughts while it played.”

  She released him and rolled onto her back. He remained quiet and waited for her reaction. He should have lied to her. Heath could have kept his secret. “It was my idea. Heath was upset when he found out.”

  She turned to him. “Do you know how many times I masturbated after you sent me that thing?”

  He was so relieved and shocked he couldn’t speak for several seconds. “How many?”

  She leaned over and kissed his lips. “Lost count.”

  “It was all me. I swear. Heath didn’t want Fey help of any kind.”

  “I might have guessed. Will you always be so forceful with both of us?”

  The wicked look in her eyes had him longing to get her home to Heath. “You aren’t angry?”

  She shook her head slowly as a smile curved her lips. “I’ll find a way to punish you.”

  “At home?”

  “I haven’t said yes yet,” she reminded him.

  He got up, nodding his head. “You’re right. You haven’t.” He got dressed slowly, his brow furrowed as though he was thinking. She smiled in response at first, but the longer he remained silent the more worried she seemed. She sat up and folded her legs underneath her body as she watched him.

  He patted his back pocket to make sure his wallet was there and checked his front pocket for his keys as if he were preparing to leave. She squirmed a little and fidgeted with the edge of the comforter, which was exactly what he’d wanted her to do. He forced himself not to smile. He handed her robe to her. “Don’t catch cold, now.”

  She took the robe and put it on. “Can we talk before you go?”

  He stared into her eyes and shook his head, counting to ten in his mind. “Nothing to talk about. A promise is a promise.”

  “What?”

  He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, sighing as if the task were very unpleasant. “I knew you’d force me to do this.”

  She didn’t struggle or protest as he carried her out to the car. However, when he opened the car door, she slapped him on the ass. He set her on her feet and kissed her long and hard enough to attract a small audience of very slow walking residents.

  She gave him a playfully defiant look when their lips parted. “I always knew you were a brute at heart.”

  “And you love it as much as Heath does.”

  He settled her in the passenge
r seat and bowed gallantly to a little old lady who looked both shocked and amused by what she’d just seen. “Wish me luck. She may try to get away again.”

  The old lady laughed and started to walk away. “If she does, make sure and tell her she’s crazy!”

  Adam laughed and got into the car with Rose. He had a very hard time keeping both hands on the steering wheel.

  * * * *

  Heath felt his heart miss a beat when he heard the car door slam. He made himself stay seated as he listened to Adam’s footsteps on the path. He stood up when the front door opened.

  “Put me down, you asshole!”

  Heath turned at the sound of Rose’s voice. “Adam, what are you doing?” he said as Adam rounded the corner carrying a kicking and screaming Rose over his shoulder.

  “You didn’t really think I’d come back without her, did you?”

  Heath had to force himself to breathe. “Adam, put her down!”

  Rose pounded on Adam’s back and groaned loudly. “You two psychos are going to regret this!” she yelled.

  Adam only grinned. “This is gonna be fun.”

  Heath stared at him in disbelief. “Put her down! Now.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her out of Adam’s arms. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she turned in his arms and kissed him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she spread his lips and deepened the kiss. He pulled away and looked down at her in confusion.

  “Hi, honey, I’m home,” she said before dissolving into a fit of giggles and kissing him on the nose. Adam began laughing too.

  He stared at both of them and then sank down and put his head between his legs. His heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn’t catch his breath. His legs and arms shook uncontrollably. He closed his eyes and heard their laughter stop. Rose knelt beside him and touched his back.

  “Heath, it’s okay. It was just a joke.” She rubbed his back. “Heath? Are you okay?”

  He opened his eyes and looked up at her worried expression. He pushed her to the floor and kissed her until she began to struggle to get away from him. “I see you two can’t be trusted alone. No telling what you’ll plot next.”

  “But imagine the possibilities,” Adam said, extending his hand to both of them. “I’ll leave you two to talk and go fantasize about how you might take your revenge.” He went into the kitchen and let the swinging door shut behind him.