Under Their Protection

by J. A. Bailey

  He snapped his gaze to Walker in a bid to distract himself. Apparently the idea of a threesome with his best mate and the woman he probably loved was just about the biggest turn-on ever. For once in his life, the job didn’t feel like it had to come first.

  Sucking in a breath, he squeezed Ebony in a reassuring move. Just because he wasn’t being ‘all about the job’ for a change, didn’t mean he wasn’t shit scared for her.

  “We need to get out of here,” he told Walker.

  Walker nodded. “You have somewhere we can go?”

  “Yeah, a cabin by the lake. Way out in the countryside.”

  “Okay, let’s do it. Ebony, you need to get some stuff together. We’ll liaise with the police from there and keep you hidden until they’ve finished their investigations. We can only hope that with the CCTV from here, they’ll come up with a match for the person who was at the arena.”

  Blake nodded. “Sounds good.”

  “I-I need to phone my manager.” Ebony reached for the phone on Blake’s bedside.

  Blake grabbed her hand and pinned it back to her waist. “No way, Ebony. We don’t know who we can trust. Only the police will know where we’ve gone.”

  “But I’ve got appointments! And interviews. I’m meant to be filming in three days’ time!”

  “Tough,” Blake said a little more harshly than intended. “Your safety is more important than anything else. I’m not letting anything happen to you, sweetheart.”

  She folded her arms across her chest and slumped. “Fine. But I’ll be blaming you when my career sinks.”

  Blake chuckled. “Your career won’t sink. Everyone wants a piece of Ebony Rose and will continue wanting a piece of you even if you miss one lousy TV show.”

  “I’ll get your PA to make some excuses for you,” Walker offered.

  “You know they’re going to read something into this,” she said petulantly, sticking out her bottom lip. “Drugs, alcohol, weird diet. They’ll think I’ve gone to rehab.”

  “So let them. You know it won’t hurt your bad girl image, sweets,” Walker said softly.

  She sighed, resigned. “Fine. Take me away. Lock me up. Do what you will.” She gestured dramatically.

  “Don’t say that.” Walker grinned. “We might just take you up on the offer.”

  ***

  Nerves ate at Ebony and it was nothing to do with the fact some weirdo was trying to kill her. It was the two men guarding her life that made her stomach twist with anxiety. Heat filled her cheeks as she relived the moment their lips touched her skin, her mouth. She wanted those lips in other places now.

  And here they were, in a sweet little wooden cabin. All alone.

  With a view out onto the lake, its homely furnishings and log burner made it seem perfect. While she enjoyed living the life of a rich and famous star, there was something to be said for simplicity. Wrapped in a blanket, she sat safely on the couch while drinking a whiskey Walker had prepared for her. It warmed her stomach. Though it was spring, the cabin didn’t hold heat so the men had lit the fire just to warm the place after months and months of being unoccupied. She’d never been here but Blake always told her he had a safe place for her to go if she ever needed one.

  The problem was, how safe could she be in the company of those two?

  Walker was out patrolling the area while Blake had busied himself rigging cameras and motion sensors, leaving Ebony alone with her muddled thoughts. She wanted more. Needed more, but neither of them had said anything. Maybe they didn’t want her after all? For the first time ever, Blake had treated her like more than a client. She needed to know if he felt more for her than she’d realised.

  She sipped her whiskey. Because she sure felt a lot more for him than just friendship. Than just lust even. Maybe that kiss had slipped her over into the realms of love. And maybe she was starting to feel the same way about Walker. So different, yet so appealing. Both of them called to the different sides of her. Walker to the outrageous, flirty rock chick and Blake, to the quiet, sensitive side.

  Ebony sighed and drained her whiskey. All this would be a lot easier if she wasn’t suffering from the worst case of writer’s block ever. It was no wonder she couldn’t figure out what she wanted.

  Walker came back in and bolted the door. “Christ, it’s still cold in here.” He looked over at her. “You warm enough?”

  She nodded dumbly. Suddenly she was on fire. He shucked off his jacket, revealing a bit of taut skin above the waistband on his jeans. How she longed to lay her tongue there and lick down, down, down until…

  Blake strolled into the living area and dusted his hands off his jeans. “All done. Is everything okay out there?” he asked Walker.

  “Yep.” Walker pressed his thumbs into his belt loops drawing Ebony’s attention to where she’d just been dreaming of kissing.

  She knew from experience that the bulge in those worn jeans was no optical illusion. She’d felt his hardness press against her when he kissed her and she was dying to see it in the flesh.

  “So…” Blake threw himself beside her, his size and the heat of him threatening to drown her in a puddle of lust, “you hungry?”

  She just managed to croak out a ‘no.’ They’d eaten on their way up to the lake and pretty much any remaining appetite had disappeared as soon as she stepped into the cabin and realised she’d be all alone with them.

  “Tired?”

  “Not really.” She dropped her glass on the side table and chewed her thumb. “What’s the sleeping arrangements?”

  “There’s only one room. One of us will sleep here by the door, the other in your room,” Blake told her matter-of-factly.

  God, did he realise how much the thought of one of them in her room made her heart pound? Her entire body heated at the thought. Problem was, she didn’t want just one of them in her room.

  “Only one of you?” she quipped but the teasing tone became lost as both men stared at her.

  The heavy thud of her heart pounded in her ears and her mouth grew dry. Blake and Walker exchanged a look and Walker grinned.

  “It could be the two of us…” he said carefully, “but that depends on you.”

  “Depends on what?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Depends on what you want. Depends if you can handle both of us…in your bedroom,” Blake murmured in her ear.

  Surprised by Blake’s forwardness, the words sent a tingle through her and she stiffened. Her heart beat triple time now. Wordlessly, she climbed off the couch and strode past Walker, aware of both men’s gaze upon her. Turning in the doorway to the bedroom, she paused and rested her hands on the doorframe.

  “I…I think I need both of you in my bedroom tonight.”

  Oh God, she was really going to do this. Blake rose from the couch and Walker took a step forward. Both of them took on a look of predators. Strong, tense, eyes dark. Gulping and pulling on her outrageous side, she let go of the doorframe and pulled at the hem of her top. Both men seemed to freeze as she pulled the top off, shaking out her hair. Then came her leather pants, leaving her in nothing but a tiny electric blue thong and matching bra.

  The sound of heavy exhales rang through the log cabin and finally both men approached. Ebony found herself shrinking away into the bedroom, even as her pussy pulsed at being surrounded by so much masculinity. They were still an intimating sight. All that restrained power, those strong hands ready to touch her and bring her to the abyss.

  She had no doubt she would experience pleasure like never before with these men and that scared her slightly.

  “Don’t run from us, sweets,” Walker said, his grin slanting.

  Ebony drew in a breath. “I’m-I’m not running.”

  Walker shared a look with Blake. “Looks like she’s running.”

  Blake nodded, a wicked smile coming across his face. She’d never seen him smile like that. It changed his face completely. He’d gone from broodingly sexy to downright devastating. It took all her willpower not to whip off her
underwear and beg him to take her then and there.

  Suddenly they were upon her. Blake spun her around and took hold of her wrists. The feel of heated bodies against her cold flesh made her gasp and sent the world hazy. Both hands ended up pinned behind her in Blake’s strong hold and he brushed her hair aside with his free hand to whisper in her ear.

  “I’ve been wanting you for a long time, Ebony. Walker wants you very badly too. We’re going to make you feel real good, sweetheart. But if you want us to stop just say…rose. Got it?”

  Stop? She very much doubted it would come to that but she appreciated Blake’s thoughtfulness. And his revelation. Had he been wanting her this whole time? He’d done a good job of disguising it but it gratified her to know she wasn’t the only one suffering. And insightful Blake had clearly seen her nervousness and had offered her a way out if she wanted it. The man knew her better than she realised.

  “And birth control?” Blake prompted.

  “Yes…I mean, I’m on it.”

  “Good. Walker, we don’t have any issues with you, do we?”

  “None at all. Just got checked out when I got back to the UK.” He chuckled. “All ready for you, sweets.”

  Blake turned his face back to her ear, his breath blowing over her and making her shudder. “And I know you haven’t been with anyone since last time and you know the same about me.”

  “Yes,” she replied quietly, thinking how well he knew her and all the ins and outs of her life. “Yes, I know.”

  Walker pressed himself to her front, his erection prodding her tender flesh. He used one hand to caress her thrust out breasts while Blake continued to kiss his way across her neck and shoulders. Then Walker took her mouth in a kiss. He tasted of fresh air and pine trees. Ebony longed to touch him but Blake kept her hands held behind her, leaving her open to Walker’s rocking movements.

  A hand worked on her bra and Blake released her hands to tug it down and fling it away. Her nipples pebbled and both men took a step back. Coming around her, Blake joined Walker in admiring her.

  Yeah, they were definitely admiring her.

  Ebony tried to stop herself from trembling as one dark gaze and one green one trailed over her. Her breasts shook as she took deep breaths and tried to look sensual and sexy.

  “Jesus Christ,” Blake murmured.

  “You can say that again,” Walker agreed.

  Heat travelled up her chest and into her cheeks at their appreciative words. Blake approached again and plucked at the string of her thong. She couldn’t move. She was frozen with anticipation and need. Walker joined him, pulling at the other side. Between them, they slid her underwear off and let it drop to the floor. Coarse, warm fingers against her skin made her shudder and arousal pooled in her pussy.

  Swallowing, she drew up her chin and swung her gaze between both men. Subtle smirks sat on their lips and Walker ran his gaze leisurely down her as Blake kept his connected with hers. Emotion and desire blazed through the air.

  “Get on the bed, sweets,” Walker commanded softly.

  Licking her lips, Ebony nodded and made her way to the bed, aware of both men watching her every move. She’d posed for magazines, dressed in virtually nothing on stage yet never had she felt so vulnerable and exposed. Yet it was the most thrilling sensation in the world. Giving herself to these two sexy, incredible men.

  Climbing onto the bed, it creaked lightly as she pressed her knees into the soft blankets. Bending to pick up her thong, Walker smirked as he rose with it hanging off one finger. He raised a questioning brow to Blake who nodded slowly. Ebony remained frozen, marvelling at how easily they read one another. Which made her wonder what exactly they had planned for her.

  Walker knelt on the bed beside her and coaxed her hands behind while Blake leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, a hand coming up to cup her breast. The sweet, hot kiss made her tremble as he rolled and pinched her nipple into an almost painful point. All the while, Walker was using the thong to tie her hands behind her back. When he was done, she was open and vulnerable and completely at their mercy. Both men eased apart her thighs until she was kneeling on the bed, thighs wide, breasts thrust out.

  On offer.

  “Damn, Ebony, you are just insanely beautiful.” Blake’s voice came out thick.

  Flutters of delight danced in her belly and a smile crept across her lips, nerves slowly vanishing. Blake would look after her. So would Walker. These two men were the best men she knew.

  “Spread those legs for us, sweetheart,” Blake told her.

  Pushing her thighs wider apart, Ebony lowered her head, instinctively acting the submissive. There was something about these huge, powerful guy that made her feel fragile and sexy all at the same time. She spent so much time in command, in charge, taking control of her destiny. A woman in her industry couldn’t afford to be meek and mild but, with these two, she wanted to be meek and mild. She wanted them to take her and use her and fuck her until she forgot her name.

  And by the looks on their faces, they would certainly deliver.

  Blake ran a hand over her cheek and chin, raising her gaze to his. Then he slid his fingers beneath her hair and tugged her head back. Meanwhile, Walker tore off his shirt and started unbuckling his jeans.

  Blake directed her head to look. “You want Walker’s cock, Ebony?” he asked her.

  “Oh yes,” she breathed, mouth dry, skin hot from the sight of him pulling down his briefs and freeing his large erection.

  Blake smoothed his hand down her back and up again, making her skin tingle as Walker edged forward. Fair hair scattered in a line straight to his cock and the ripples of his stomach flexed as he stalked toward her. His skin was golden, smooth and looked delicious. When he inched close enough for her to lick him, the smell of male musk filled her nostrils. Laying her tongue on Walker’s skin, it was as if she’d come alive. Her senses were on overdrive. Blake sucked in a breath at the sight and she felt Walker’s muscles tense. His cock bobbed near her chin and she allowed Blake to guide her head down to it.

  Taking it in her mouth, she sighed around his erection, the salty tang gratifying her need for him a little. She didn’t really need an incentive to take him further in but Ebony found she was happy to let Blake guide her. Him using her to pleasure Walker made her all the wetter.

  At first Blake took it easy on her while Walker groaned his pleasure as she sucked his head and traced the shape of him with her tongue, getting used to her new lover. As Walker’s moans increased, Blake worked her harder against him, murmuring his encouragement.

  Walker kept his hands on his hips and Ebony lifted her gaze to stare up at him as Blake worked her up and down his length. Each time he pulled her back, she was afforded a look at that strong jaw as Walker closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Her pussy convulsed.

  Nose buried in the coarse hair at the base of his cock, she took his length all the way in, swallowing as she did so. His groans grew stronger and Blake’s pull on her hair grew more forceful. Between the movements of Walker’s hips and Blake’s hand, Ebony found herself being practically face-fucked. Being used for Walker’s pleasure was more than anything she’d dreamed of. Each pulse of his cock and each harsh grunt just increased her desire.

  Walker’s hand came up to her hair suddenly and both men held her against him as he moaned. Shuddering, he milked himself in her mouth, hot cum filling her. She swallowed it down gratefully and Walker rocked more gently now. When he withdrew, she smothered a sound of disappointment but heard his chuckle. He must have recognised her regret at having his hot dick so far away.

  “Sweets, you really are something,” he said, flicking a finger under her chin.

  “That’s for sure,” Blake agreed releasing her hair and trailing a finger over her breast.

  “What do you say, Blake?” Walker turned to his friend, his cock still hanging out of his jeans. Ebony eyed it. The man sure had stamina. “Does she deserve a little attention herself?”

  Blake turned hi
s gaze on Ebony and it darkened. “Oh yeah.” His voice was low, sending a tremor through her.

  Walker kicked his boots off and shucked out of his jeans. Ebony blinked as thick thighs came into view. The man really was breath-taking. And then…

  Then Blake did the same. Blake’s body was hard, slightly rougher looking. He looked dangerous. A small scar skimmed his side and a dusting of dark hair covered his chest. His arms rippled as he flung away his clothes and she gulped at the sight of his thrusting erection. The contrast between the men excited her. It was like the best of both worlds. Cheeky, seductive Walker. Dark, sexy Blake. How lucky was she?

  They came to her side. A hand came to her thighs, another to her breast. Lips landed on her ear, her neck, her lips. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, unable to absorb so much feeling. They plucked at her nipples and someone’s hand dipped between her legs, toying with her heat.

  Then bristle brushed between her thighs and she snapped her head up, startled. Blake had slid off the bed and settled himself between her legs. His dark hair skimmed her skin and he met her gaze briefly before burying his tongue in her wet cunt.

  Ebony let out a surprised ‘oh’ and closed her eyes once more. Walker continued playing with her breasts before taking one in his mouth. The wet heat on her pussy and nipples was almost too much. She bucked and writhed, wishing she could grab their heads and control them. But, unable to do so, she was forced to let go and take it all. Take every moment of sucking, licking pleasure.

  With Walker’s hand on her back supporting her, she gave herself up to Blake’s forceful licks, arching into them and trying to spread her legs wider. The wave built and built. If she could have done, she might have moved away but both men kept her pinned until the sensitivity exploded and she cried out Blake’s name. He lapped a few more times before leaving her. Ebony felt cold and bereft until he pressed a kiss to her mouth. She tasted her juices and kissed him frantically.