by L. A. Boruff
“Baby, you could be covered in mud, and I’d pray to be able to be with you. Remember, I’ve seen you at your absolute worst.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled at me.
“And exactly what would you consider my absolute worst, Michael Effler?” I put my hands on my hips and gave him my best cocked eyebrow.
“I was actually remembering that last stomach bug.” He belly laughed before continuing. “The smell, oh, man. The three of you were sick and it was all I could do to stay inside and take care of you. With my heightened senses, I kept having to run outside and take deep breaths.”
I laughed with him. “I had no idea! If I’d known I would’ve sent you away. I could’ve muddled through, caring for the three of us.”
“Baby, wild horses couldn’t have pulled me away.” His eyes softened on mine, and he gripped my butt. “Hold on,” he said.
I tightened my hold around his waist with my legs, and he lifted me up and carried me into the bathroom. Setting me on the counter, he turned on the shower. It was just big enough for two. Hmmm. If the four of us do end up together, we'll have to build a tub we can get all naughty in.
Michael came to stand between my legs. I tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he raised his arms accommodatingly. I lifted his shirt to find his abdomen covered in scars. “Michael, my God. Is this from the torture?” I asked, even though I really didn’t want to hear the answer.
“Actually, those are from the sorceress. Or maybe the witches, I’m not sure. They didn’t use any magic when they tortured me. An injury with no supernatural aspect to it will heal with ease. These scars and the ones on my face are from small cuts being made, then some potion or another being poured into them.”
I peppered kisses along the small white lines. When I finished kissing them, I used the tip of my tongue to trace them. After I’d given attention to each scar on his front, I asked him to turn. His back was clear of scars.
“Why none on your back?”
“They always had me facing up.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe they thought the spells would be more effective if I saw them doing it? I’m not sure.”
I licked around his shoulder blades. When I reached his neck, I gave him a sharp bite. He jumped and whirled around, faster than I could've dreamed of moving.
The t-shirt I’d worn since we left the fancy hotel in Mexico City was ripped off of me in one quick motion. Since I’d removed my bra the night before, my breasts were exposed to the rapidly warming bathroom air, my nipples tight under Michael’s intense gaze. His hands moved to cover them leisurely, almost reverently.
I moaned when his rough palms made contact. Closing my eyes, my hands traveled up his chest and neck. I paused when I reached his hair. I’d forgotten he’d grown it long and pulled up in a bun. He’d always kept it high and tight before, much like Elias, and my muscle memory expected to find his old haircut.
I pulled the hair tie out and he shook his hair out around his face. He pinched both of my nipples and I pressed my crotch more firmly against his in response. I grabbed his hair in both hands and pulled his face to mine.
Our first kiss in five years was perfection. He pressed his lips against mine and tucked his top lip between mine. Then he paused and inhaled. I hadn’t showered yet. It wasn’t the time to use his preternatural sense of smell. He didn’t seem to mind my odor too much, because after taking in a deep breath, he attacked my mouth with fervor.
My lips surrendered to his attention. He sucked and rubbed, licked and bit. It was a kiss to rival even my first kiss with Elias, which was phenomenal. The first time Michael kissed me was G rated in comparison. He really did miss me. By the time he moved from my lips to my neck, my body was plastered against his, and the bathroom was warm and full of steam.
I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it as he nibbled his way down my neck. “Michael,” I moaned, “bite me, please.”
He hummed against my skin instead of answering, but he didn't bite me. I unbuckled his pants as he belatedly put his mouth around my nipple. A keening sound erupted from my throat and my crotch exploded in tingles while my clit swelled as all my blood rushed south.
I jerked his pants down as low as I could, and he sprang out of them, hard and ready. "You're not wearing underwear! You always wear underwear."
He gave my nipple one more swirl with his tongue before answering me. "They didn't give me any, and I got used to it. I like the way it feels now." I was far too turned on to ask him why in the world they wouldn't let him have undies. I grabbed his hard dick and squeezed behind the head, as I remembered how much he liked it. His hips thrust, stroking himself in my hand.
He unbuttoned my pants, and I was embarrassed as his fingers brushed the loose skin hanging over my jeans. I sucked in my stomach as he pressed against me to get a grip on the button.
"What's wrong, Baby?" he asked with concern.
"I'm sorry, I'm still a little self conscious about my body," I said, ashamed of myself. I'd worked so hard, I shouldn’t feel shame. I tried to stamp it down. Although, I went through all that hard work to be able to protect myself, not so I would look better, my enhanced body image was a nice byproduct of my training regime.
"Riley, it took me the better part of a year to get you to trust me when I first told you I loved your body. Then your beautiful body gave me two perfect sons. I've always worshipped you." Michael’s eyes soaked in my naked body.
I reluctantly let go of him. "Yes, Michael, I had finally convinced myself that you were one of those guys that got off on being with a big girl. I never lost the sense of amazement that came with being with a man that was far, far out of my league. But now, I look different. In clothes I look a lot better, but out of my clothes, my once plump curves are saggy. I had a stray insecure thought. Those kinds of thoughts are going to happen to someone like me."
Michael grabbed my hips and slipped me off the counter. I stood in front of him and watched as he slid my jeans down my legs. He kissed my stomach, caressing the marks left from bearing his children. He rubbed my hips, and slipped his hands between my legs to caress my inner thighs. He simply loved me, and he showed me by giving attention to the parts of my body that made me self conscious.
"Michael, I appreciate what you're doing so much, but if you don't touch me where I want you to touch me soon, I'm going to combust. Get me in that shower, now," I said with authority.
"Yes, ma'am," he quipped. He picked me up again, knowing I'd always loved his strength and ability to carry me around, even at my heaviest, swollen with our children. He stepped into the shower and the hot spray hit my hair.
I grabbed the shampoo and motioned for him to turn around so he could lean his head over for me to wash. He took the shampoo from me. "I've dreamed of your body. I had a shower this morning. This is for you," he said. "Turn that fine ass around, Riley Effler."
Yes, sir. I turned and shook my hair. He removed the detachable shower head and soaked my hair thoroughly before washing it. He massaged my scalp as he washed, making my body relax and my clit swell further.
He reached around me and massaged my breasts. His hands, covered in the slippery soap, were silk on my nipples. He pulled and plucked at them teasingly.
Grabbing the shower head again, he rinsed the soap out of my hair and turned me toward him. I plucked the soap from his hands and washed my face, not trusting anyone else around my eyes, not even my Michael. He took the bar when I was done, and ignored the washcloth I offered him.
"I'm going to wash you with my hands," he said, voice raspy. "I want to feel every inch of your body." He soaped up his hands and began at my neck, rubbing and soaping me up. After washing my shoulders, he turned me and rubbed his hands across my back.
He reached around and spent more time lathering my breasts with his front pressed against me. His cock pushed against my ass, barely slipping between my cheeks. I wiggled my hips, giving a little friction that won me the feel of his shaft pressed against my asshole. My knees knocked together, and I threw my head
against his chest.
He grabbed the bar again and soaped his hands. Washing my underarms, he massaged his way down both arms, then down to my sides. It tickled, so I jumped and let out squeals. When he reached my hips, he washed my ass. I bent forward slightly as he kneaded my cheeks, eliciting moans from me. He knew I'd always loved attention on my buttocks.
He soaped up again and ran his hand between my cheeks. I bent forward more, grabbing the faucet on the tub to keep my balance, back arched. He cleaned my ass, his fingers teasing me. I screamed out when he slipped one finger inside me, and I pushed back, seating him farther inside.
He slipped his finger out, to my disappointment. His hands glided along my legs, spreading the bubbles up and down my thighs. Every time he reached the apex of my thighs, he squeezed and moved down.
"Michael!" I squealed. "Please!"
He stood up, and his hand finally went between my legs. He soaped up the stubbly hair around my pussy and the crease in my thighs. His fingers put pressure around my lips and barely into my vagina. "Michael, if you don't get inside me I'm going to hurt you. I could probably do it now. I'm tough, remember?" I looked up at him standing over me, and his cock was so hard it was practically jumping. He wanted to be inside me as much as I needed him.
I watched over my shoulder as he rinsed his hands in the shower stream. After rinsing my body, he put one hand on my hip and one hand guided his cock to me. He plunged into my pussy hard and fast. I wanted to weep. Finally, satisfaction.
I clenched around him, holding him in, loving the fullness he gave me. If his cock was any bigger, the first time I saw it I might've ran screaming. As it was, he always satisfied me. Since my night with Elias and Anthony though, something was missing.
He slid slowly out of me. I shivered as the ridge of his head passed out of my body. "Michael, if you want to bite me, you can. I think I would like for you to."
"Not tonight, Riles. I just want to love you," he replied, voice strained. I looked at him again to see his face a mask of concentration as he watched his dick inch inside me.
I arched farther to give him a better view, wishing for mirrors in the shower so I could watch as well. He must've lost his self control, because with a grunt he pounded into me. My head dropped as I groaned along with his thrusts.
I put my hands on the shower floor, bending my body in half. Spreading my legs a bit more, I was able to watch his thrusts, though I did have to wipe the water out of my face frequently. When his fast, hard rhythm took me over the edge, I wanted more.
"Take me to the bedroom, Michael." I stood and turned off the shower. He stepped out and handed me a towel to wrap my hair. I pumped his cock with my hand while he dried himself. He dried my body in a hurry, without any sexy movements, while I enjoyed the feel of him in my hand. He wanted to get me to the bed.
Scooping me up bridal style, he carried me to the bed with his supernatural speed. It was exhilarating. He stopped at the bed and placed me down as smoothly as he had our babies when they were newborns. The obvious love made this reunion all the more intimate and special, however rough the sex might’ve been. He used his knees to spread my legs and rubbed his head over my clit. I moaned in anticipation.
My legs hung over his arms, and my body was bent in half. He lowered his hips and slid his head in, remembering the position that drove me to orgasm the quickest. He usually used this position when he knew he wouldn't be able to last long.
His head pressed against my g-spot, and I wiggled my ass as I called his name. I clutched at his chest, my fingernails digging into his skin. His control broke then, and he fucked me in earnest. The sensation of him pounding on my g-spot caused my body to convulse, and my screams turned into throaty yells. My orgasm came on fast, and I shattered. My back arched, and Michael pressed tightly inside me, his own orgasm causing a low moan. His eyes were closed, and his head relaxed as his passion waned.
I stroked his chest as he came out of his stupor, soothing the scratch marks I’d left there. He leaned down and kissed my forehead and cheeks until I tilted my head up so he could kiss my lips. I was cocooned with love as he pulled out and curled his body around mine. I hopped up and went to the bathroom to clean up and put on some undies before climbing onto the bed and snuggling into him, spoon style.
Chapter 11
The sunshine woke me. Before my eyes opened, I was home, and none of the horrible events of our lives had happened. Then reality set in, and I was staring out the hotel window at a bright beautiful day. I was disoriented, and couldn't figure out where I was or why I was there.
“Good morning, Baby,” Michael murmured. I rolled over and stared at him. We relished the opportunity to study each other's faces after so long. Abruptly, he jerked upright, looking around warily, hearing something I didn’t.
Elias poked his head in the door. “Safe to come in?”
I smiled at his handsome head seemingly floating in the doorway. “Come in, Eli. We aren’t fornicating or anything.”
Elias was pushed into the room by Anthony, whose eyes were bright in his pale face. His eyes zeroed in on me as I got out of bed, belatedly realizing I’d never put a shirt on. What’s with me forgetting I’m naked lately? I didn’t even have alcohol to blame it on.
I froze as my mind processed the severity of Anthony’s expression. For the first time, he truly looked like a vampire, with his dark hair enhancing the light hue of his skin. I pulled away as he advanced but changed my mind. He’d never hurt me.
He stopped, toe to toe with me, eyes boring into mine. Putting his arms around me, he leaned me into a dip to rival the most accomplished salsa dancer.
His lips found mine, and he kissed me with no thought to our audience, not even when one of them—I assumed Michael— let out a growl-like sound. Breathless, I moaned his name as his lips moved to my neck and his teeth sank into my skin.
Euphoria flooded my bloodstream and my body orgasmed violently. I gripped his dark hair and hung on as he drank from me. My panties soaked, and I shuddered out the last of my orgasm as he released my neck and claimed my mouth again. He stood us up, and I bounced onto the bed, sated and confused, as soon as he let go.
“That was...out of this world, Anthony. But what the hell?”
He sat beside me and put one arm around my waist, pulling me into his body. “We got the room next to yours and shared the bed that's butted up to the wall behind this bed. With our hearing, we heard every word, movement, and moan in this bed last night. Elias got up and went for a run while you and Michael reunited, but I couldn't tear myself away.”
He looked at Elias and then at Michael, who stood across the room uncomfortably. Michael’s hair was a rats nest, and he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Elias yawned and looked at us with amusement written across his face.
Michael broke the silence. “I promised Riley I would take things as they come. She loves me, and I love you two as much as I do her. I was taken a little off guard, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. When she was within my reach, and I smelled her…I had to taste her.” Anthony gave us a small unrepentant smile. “I’ve never been so compelled to love someone.”
I stood and stretched. My skin tingled like I could physically feel three sets of eyes following my movements. I reached for the ceiling, on my tip toes, empowered. Being loved by three indecently hot men was certainly a self confidence booster.
“Okay, boys.” I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, still clad in only my panties. They followed me like baby ducks. “We made it. We’re in Peru. What’s the first step?”
Michael grabbed his bag from the spot it had landed by the door the night before. He pulled out a toothbrush and joined me at the sink. “Well, I figured out how to open the portal, but I don’t know exactly where it is.” He slathered toothpaste on his brush and brushed vigorously.
“How did you figure out how to open the portal?” asked Elias suspiciously. “You’ve never told us that.”
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�Are you kidding? I’ve been researching it for years.” He spat out his toothpaste. “It was always my hope to be able to get Riley to the spring before the Junta caught up with us.” He rinsed his mouth out. I neglected my own teeth, mesmerized by the familiarity of the movements of his hands as he brushed.
“I was actually planning to call you two for a meeting right before the Junta showed up. I’d found a volume when I was in Peru detailing where the Inca god of the sun, Inti, supposedly rose from the ground. I couldn’t pinpoint the location, as the paper was faded and torn, but I found a section that details how to open the portal. It should be as simple as putting blood on the rock around the portal,” he concluded, shrugging.
“If it’s that simple, how has no one succeeded before?” I asked, lathering up my hands to wash my face.
“I don’t know, Coya, but we might as well try it.”
Michael and I finished dressing, and I filled another bag of blood. Elias warmed three mugs for the men to drink while Anthony ordered room service for me. “She wants pancakes with extra syrup, bacon, and fried potatoes, if they have it,” Michael supplied when Anthony asked me what I’d like.
I smiled warmly at Michael’s words. He was trying to show he still remembered little things, even after the torture he’d endured. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he’d ordered his favorite breakfast, not mine. I would eat it and enjoy every bite.
Michael stood at the window, holding his mug, and I left him to his inner turmoil. Only time together would heal our wounds, and I wanted to check on Eli. I sat beside him on the bed and took his hand. “How are you?”
“I'm...wonderful, actually.” His lips pressed against my temple and lingered there. “I have you and my brothers. We stand a good chance of getting out of this with the Junta with Michael on our side. I haven’t felt this good in years.”
