“Didn’t we do this last night? Only in the living room and in different positions?” His stiff cock settled along the seam of her ass as he reached around her, wrapping his arms securely across her midsection. “What’d I miss?”
“Little Miss I’m-Not-Perfect here was trying to discourage us from falling in love with her, I think.”
“Oh, really?” Korbin said.
“Yes, but I do believe I’ve changed her mind on the matter. Haven’t I, love?”
She smiled. “You sure you’re not still drunk?”
“I know I’m not drunk,” Korbin said, “and I believe I did catch the tail end of something about mind control as a last resort. I’ll hit the evil lab today if I have to. Don’t make me go Dr. Frankenstein on your ass.”
She tipped her head back and spotted his sweet, playful smile and blue eyes. Eyes which, other than looking a little bloodshot that morning, were focused only on her.
“Listen to the limey,” he continued. “He’s the smart one.”
“I thought I was the funny one,” Rhys protested.
Korbin let out a snort. “Says who? In what universe are you the funny one?”
“I can be funny.”
“He’s not the funny one,” Korbin insisted, focused on her again. “I’m the funny one.” The playful twinkle in his eyes made her giggle once more.
“Funny looking, perhaps,” Rhys muttered.
She had to give them points for style, in addition to sexiness. “I think you’re both smart and funny.”
“Well,” Rhys said, “the lady hath spoken.” He grinned. “And I’m happy to hearken to her every word.”
“You realize we’re going to be late for work, right?” she asked.
“So?” they parroted.
“Oh, you guys are so adorkable.”
Rhys laughed. “Do tell? I rather fancied we were geektastic.”
“No,” Korbin said. “I always thought we were nerdtabulous.”
They needed a distraction. She sank to her knees in the shower and grabbed their cocks, immediately gaining both of their attentions. They let out nearly identical groans as she stroked their shafts with her hands. She went back and forth between them with her mouth, licking and sucking on the head and tip of one cock before switching to the other, until both men had their hands braced on the shower wall, eyes closed, hips rocking in time with her hands.
It only took a moment before she had them both ready to come. Korbin exploded first with a groan. She deep-throated him, swallowing his juices until she’d milked his balls dry. Then she focused on Rhys, until she’d coaxed a climax out of him, leaving him similarly drained and spent.
She would have been happy to leave the morning there, but the men had other ideas. Korbin pulled her to her feet while Rhys got between her legs. With Korbin supporting her, Rhys got busy, using his fingers to fuck her cunt while he licked and sucked her clit.
In her ear, Korbin whispered, “You’re so beautiful like this. Show us how good it feels.”
As his arms closed around her waist, she felt her world implode. The climax rocketed from her head to her toes and back again, swirling and climbing like a crazy roller coaster inside her. Only after she was trembling and begging him to stop did Rhys sit back on his heels with a pleased smile.
“And fun was had by all,” he joked.
She laughed, kissing Korbin, then kissing Rhys when he stood. “A whole hell of a lot of fun.”
* * * *
Korbin finished his shower first. After dressing, he walked out to the living room. They’d be late, but who cared?
Then he turned and spotted the picture on the bookshelf again. The one of Manny and Captain America.
All the good feelings inside him emptied like dirty dishwater down a kitchen drain.
Rationally, he knew he shouldn’t feel threatened by a damn picture. They’d had a fantastic night—and start of a morning—together. She said she wanted to be with them. And Manny wasn’t the kind of person to lie. He hadn’t known her long, but that much he knew.
He also didn’t know the full story behind the picture.
Maybe I don’t want to know.
But he did know the look she gave the soldier in the picture was the look she gave them the night before, and that morning.
Loving.
As if nothing else in the world existed except what her eyes were focused on.
He didn’t have to wonder if she loved the man in the picture.
He couldn’t help but wonder if she still loved him.
He wondered where the guy was.
And he wondered why she wasn’t with him now, and why this picture, and others, of him occupied such a place of importance.
I hope I didn’t just fuck up my heart for good.
Chapter Fourteen
All day Wednesday, Manny wondered if their great night—and morning—together was just a fluke.
I won’t repeat that mistake.
Not that the sex was a mistake, but sex with those two particular men, men she was supposed to be investigating and protecting, if necessary.
Really good sex.
After stumbling her way through another mostly baffling and extremely frustrating day, she wasn’t thinking straight when she accepted the men’s invitation to come over to their house after work. She should have made them go to a hotel and brought in a team to keep an eye on them.
But that would mean I wouldn’t be with them.
She hated herself for the thought, but something protective inside her wouldn’t let her let go.
I’m not in love with them. I can’t be.
I won’t be.
Still, she didn’t change her mind.
Dinner left her sated and lazy and not wanting to go anywhere. They had a comfy couch, and watching a movie while sitting snuggled between the two of them…
Well, maybe she’d hate herself a little more in the morning, but it felt familiar. It felt comfortable.
It felt like she was right where she should be.
Where she belonged.
As the movie played, she rested her head on Korbin’s shoulder and her hand on Rhys’ thigh. It played a little longer and before she knew it, she was kissing Korbin while Rhys had lifted her shirt and trailed kisses along her abs.
Oh, fuck it.
She wrapped her arms around Korbin’s neck and kissed him hard, deeply, the embers simmering inside her all day from their morning encounter exploding into raging flames.
Rhys slid his hands up her chest, pushing her bra up and freeing her breasts. He cupped her left one in his hand and brushed his thumb over her taut nipple while enveloping the right in the wet heat of his mouth.
Korbin broke their kiss as she let out a low moan. His blue eyes stared down at her, intense, focused. “Does that feel good, baby?” he whispered.
She nodded, that free-fall feeling taking hold again.
Korbin cupped her chin in his hand, “We’re going to take good care of you tonight,” he said. “We’re going to make love to you and hold you all night long.”
He kissed her again, stealing her will to resist.
Not that she had any desire or intention to resist them.
Rhys switched to her other breast, gently sucking that one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple and making her moan again. Back and forth, until she knew her panties had to be soaked from the way her clit was throbbing and her cunt aching to be filled by their cocks.
Rhys sat up and began working on her jeans, getting them unfastened and sliding them and her panties down and off her. While Korbin kept her mouth occupied with a killer kiss, Rhys pushed her thighs apart and dove between them.
Her moans grew louder when Rhys’ tongue found and flicked at her clit. Hot explosions went off inside her, not even orgasms, but nearly just as good, at the sensation.
And he was in no hurry to change position or speed things along, either. He seemed content to lie there, licking and sucking, teasing, tasting
, keeping her coasting along a razor-thin edge without letting her fall over.
Korbin captured her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them over her head. His other hand drifted down to her breasts. “Hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.” A sexy smile curved his lips before he crushed them down onto hers again.
No, she didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay right there and absorb every ounce of pleasure she could from them.
* * * *
Korbin had sworn to himself that, despite their night and morning together, that he wouldn’t let things get out of control.
That he wouldn’t let himself get out of control. Unfortunately, there was something about Manny that had worked its way into his soul and wouldn’t let go.
Every time he’d looked at her that day while at work, he couldn’t help but imagine making love to her.
And his stubborn cock had stayed achingly hard all day long. She brought out something in him he’d never recalled feeling before. Protectiveness. The need to make her smile.
The need to take the pain away from her soul.
He watched as Rhys drove her over the brink and made her come. The way her body arched in his lap, the way her eyes fluttered open, staring at him with a glazed, nearly wild look as Rhys refused to stop and made her come again and again.
He slid two fingers into her mouth and she immediately began sucking them, flicking her tongue over them, making his cock ache even more.
He exchanged a look with Rhys, who finally sat up and let her catch her breath. The two men untangled themselves from her and stood, quickly stripping. He retrieved a strip of condoms from his pocket, ones he’d gone out and bought that day after lunch, and ripped one off. Rolling it on, he sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap, facing him, straddling him. She placed her hands on his shoulders for balance and slowly lowered herself onto his cock while Rhys stepped behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands.
Korbin’s hands settled on her hips. Staring into her eyes, he whispered, “Ride my cock, baby.” There it was again, that deep, instinctive, primal need to possess her, protect her.
Love her.
She let out a soft moan as she began bouncing up and down on his cock. She felt so good, even through the thin layer of latex separating them.
Rhys dropped one hand to her pussy and found her clit again. An explosion went off inside her, making her cry out and the muscles of her pussy squeeze his cock.
“That’s it,” Korbin told her. “You keep coming around my cock like that. That feels so good.”
She threw her head back against Rhys while he nibbled on her neck. And still, Korbin felt wave after wave wash through her body, squeezing his shaft until he couldn’t hold back anymore. His balls drew up tight. “I’m coming, baby.”
Rhys’ hand became a flurry of movement between her legs. He coaxed one more orgasm out of her before she limply collapsed into Korbin’s arms.
Rhys grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his shaft while Korbin urged her to raise her hips. Once his own cock slid free, Rhys wasted no time plowing his cock deep into her pussy.
She shivered in his arms and let out a weak cry he took to be pleasure. As Rhys started fucking her, hard and fast, the men’s gazes locked.
He knew. Rhys loved her as much as he knew he did. It might be the worst thing for them ever, but then again, maybe they’d finally hit the love lotto.
Rhys slyly smiled and gave him a little nod before returning his full attention to Manny and fucking her. It didn’t take him long to come either, and then the three of them were tangled on the couch again as they recovered.
A few minutes later, Manny’s soft voice startled him.
“If you guys are just fucking with me, do me a favor and admit it now, please?”
That hit him like a splash of cold water. He turned so he could look into her eyes. “No,” he said. “We’re not just fucking with you.”
“Absolutely not,” Rhys added.
She looked so fragile, so vulnerable.
If she was playing them, he was an idiot.
He leaned in and kissed her. “Just love us. That’s all we ask.”
She nodded, the haunted and sad look in her eyes breaking his heart.
He might hate himself at some point, but no, he wouldn’t walk away from her.
He couldn’t.
* * * *
Thursday afternoon, the men were still at work and due over at her apartment in a couple of hours. Manny was on her way out the door for a run when her landline rang. She leaned in and answered it as soon as she saw the caller ID.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, sweetie. Didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?”
Manny rubbed at her forehead. “No, just heading out for a run.”
“I’m not trying to get between your father and you, but he’s a little ticked off about you not getting your tax stuff to him.” She laughed. “You know how he is.”
Yes, she knew very well how her father was a stickler for getting taxes filed punctually and without an extension. “Tell Daddy I did get help with the scanner. It’s hooked up and working. I just need to sit down and get everything scanned in.”
When her mom’s tone brightened, Manny thought maybe she might be able to escape what was usually an inevitable question. “Oh, that’s good. I’ll make sure to tell him. That’ll make him happy.”
“Okay, thank—”
“So how are you doing? Seeing any men?”
Manny nearly choked on her own spit. “What?”
“Are you dating?”
She felt like a kid caught with her hand in the candy jar. “Mom, I really wanted to get out for my run—”
“Oooh. Sounds like I hit a nerve. Is he nice?”
Heat rolled into her face. “Mom, not a conversation for me to have right now.”
But her mom, a retired tenth-grade teacher, was not to be deterred. “Why not right now? I’m worried about you ending up alone.” Her tone changed. “I know how much losing Andy tore you up. He’d want you to be happy.”
Holy crap on a crap cracker. “Mom, seriously, I’m okay. I just have a ton of work to do, both work-work and the stuff to get ready for Daddy, and I’m on a new assignment, and right now all I want to do is go for a run.”
She didn’t miss her mom’s sigh. “Well, if you decide you want to talk to me, I’m here.”
Feeling like a shit of a daughter, she said, “I appreciate it. I’ll talk if and when there’s anything to talk about.” After exchanging love yous, she managed to get her mom off the phone. She hung up and stared at the handset.
How do I tell them? Then again, she wasn’t sure if there would be anything to tell them. No matter what she and the men had said, a couple of nights of great sex did not a relationship make. Much less a permanent relationship.
Although the thought of not having more than hot sex with the men left her feeling sad. She wanted more.
She also hated the fact that she felt like that about them. Needy.
Wanty.
She headed out for her run with that weighing heavily on her mind.
Chapter Fifteen
The men spent the weekend at her apartment. They spent most of that time in bed, but she wasn’t complaining.
If nothing else, it took her mind off her heartache for once, and it made keeping an eye on them super easy.
Monday morning, Rhys asked, “Are you riding in with us?”
With the secret out about her true purpose, she didn’t have to hide anything from them any longer. “I need to stop by my office first. I have a few things there I need to knock out. Then I’ll come in.”
Rhys gave her a good-bye kiss that nearly melted her panties out from under her. “We’ll see you then, love.”
She felt a warm shiver race through her body. “Will do.”
Korbin leaned in and kissed her, too. When she caught him staring at the bookshelf by her TV, she followed his gaze.
He was s
taring at the picture of her and Andy.
“Are you okay?” she asked him.
“Yeah.” He smiled, but she thought it looked forced. “Just don’t want to go to work today.”
She pulled him in for another kiss, one to tell him her agreement with that sentiment. “Neither do I.” He hadn’t asked her questions about the pictures. She didn’t know if Rhys had told him what she’d revealed about Andy.
She wasn’t sure she was ready to do much more talking about him yet. That was a whole, conflicted stew of emotions to deal with. Love, hurt, grief, guilt. She didn’t know where to start.
Right now, all she wanted to do was settle into a routine with her men and see if it really was going to be her happily ever after.
* * * *
Rhys ended up driving them in his car. Korbin had left his at their house that weekend. He watched as Korbin stared out the passenger window. “What’s up with you?”
“What?”
“Are you all right? You seem…off.”
Korbin shrugged.
“Don’t be like that. You can talk to me.”
After a few more moments of silence, Korbin turned to him. “The pictures she’s got. On her bookshelf by the TV.”
Rhys gripped the steering wheel a little more tightly. He hadn’t pressed Manny for more details, sensing it was a very emotional topic for her. He didn’t begrudge her the pictures, because all that mattered was their relationship with her now. He wasn’t jealous or petty enough to be threatened by someone she’d obviously loved and grieved very deeply.
“What about the pictures?”
“So you did notice them. The guy in fatigues.”
“So?”
He turned to the window again. “It’s just…odd.”
He didn’t think it was his place to tell Korbin what little Manny had revealed. She had a right to tell him the way she wanted, in her own time. “I don’t think it’s odd.”
“We don’t even know who he is.”
“I don’t need to know who he is. All that matters is she obviously wants to be with us.”
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