3013: FATED

by Susan Hayes

  When her passion was spent, he gently unwound her legs from his shoulders and set her feet back on the ground. He looked up to find her staring down at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair tumbling around her face, and a dazed expression in her lovely eyes. Satisfaction filled him at knowing he was the one to put that look on her face.

  Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he got to his feet and finally got a good look at her naked body. She was breathtaking. Different. Beautiful. Instead of the sexually charged curves of an enhanced woman, Ciara had a slender, delicate form that made his mouth water and his cock ache. “You are one of the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She shook her head. “I’ve seen plenty of enhanced women. They look like every man’s fantasy come to life. I know I can’t compete with them.”

  Dane growled. “Like hell you can’t. You’re gorgeous. If I hear you put yourself down again, I’ll put you over my knee.”

  Ciara’s head snapped up. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  There was a shadow in Ciara’s eyes as she stared up at them, a darkness that reminded Vance that a woman alone in the badlands always had to be on guard for threats. He hated the idea that this gentle, giving woman could ever be in danger, and Dane’s expression made it clear he felt the same way.

  “Angel, we’d never hurt you. You know that.”

  Vance wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Never.”

  She relaxed into his side. “Sorry. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. What you said surprised me, that’s all.”

  “One day, I want to know why you live out there where you don’t have any protection. I know you want to help people, but the badlands are not exactly civilized,” Dane said.

  “You want me to talk about that now?” Ciara asked.

  “If you want to, then yes, we can talk about it now.” Vance stroked a hand over her bare stomach, enjoying the silken warmth of her skin.

  “But I thought…”

  “What? You thought all we want to do is fuck you? If that’s what you’re thinking, you’re wrong. You matter to us. So, if you want to talk, then we’ll listen.

  Dane nodded. “And then we’ll take you to bed. This is a full service arrangement, angel.”

  Ciara looked at her two men and knew they were serious. If she said the word, they’d stop everything and let her talk about her past. Not that there was much to tell, and now wasn’t the time. She was ready to make new memories, not dwell on old ones. “I think I’d rather have you both naked right now, and we can talk later. After we decide whose bed we’re sleeping in tonight. I’m not sure both of you are going to fit in mine.”

  Vance hugged her, then walked her over to the hot tub and lifted her over the edge, lowering her into the water with care. “You don’t want to sleep in Dane’s room. Not even the cleaning bots can keep up with him. You’re coming to bed with me tonight.”

  “Hey, I’m not that bad! Don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to make you like him better,” Dane grumbled, already tugging his shirt over his head.

  Ciara took a moment to admire the hard, chiseled lines of his body. Vance was stripping down, too, and she found it hard to stop staring as her vision filled up with two near-perfect male forms. Dane managed to beat Vance by a few seconds, and Ciara actually found herself blushing as he hopped into the water, and she got a quick glimpse of his gloriously naked and very aroused body. Holy nova, the man was hot.

  He grinned at her as if he could read her thoughts, moving to claim the seat to her right before pulling her onto his lap. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”

  “You’ll have to forgive him. He gets grabby when there’s something he wants. It’s a sad holdover from his life as a juvenile delinquent.” Vance slid into the water on her left with the grace of a predator. Side by side, she was struck by the similarities between the two men. Despite the difference in their skin color they were nearly a match in height and body type, and even their faces shared a few traits. Strong jaws, aquiline profile, and of course, nearly identical military haircuts. She reached out to trace their faces, wet fingers trailing across warm skin, and then laughed aloud.

  “I know he’s funny looking, angel, but it’s not nice to mock the unfortunate to their face,” Dane said, smirking at Vance.

  “Until this moment, I had no idea I had a type. But now I’m looking at the two of you, and damn it, I do.”

  “Lucky for us, huh?” Dane turned his head to nibble on her fingertips.

  “Luck. Fate. Whatever you call it, I’m glad it happened.” Vance tangled his fingers into her hair, tugging her head back so he could kiss her.

  She found herself caught between them again, drifting in the heated water as Vance took the kiss deeper, and Dane began a leisurely exploration of her body. Lust surged through her veins, leaving her giddy and drunk with the pleasure of being the center of two men’s complete attention. Strong arms cradled her, and hands seemed to be touching her everywhere at once. Time slowed as the collection of sensations blurred together into a single, blissful experience.

  The sensual assault continued until she was trembling and aching with need. When Dane’s fingers slide into her pussy, she arched her hips hard against his hand, craving more.

  “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, angel?” Dane’s voice was a low, rough whisper.

  She broke her kiss with Vance to nod. “I want this. You. I want both of you.”

  Dane lifted Ciara back into his lap and kissed her, not caring that for this one moment he was being selfish. He needed this. Needed to have her in his arms, her body wrapped around his, the taste of her on his tongue.

  All mine.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, her legs straddling his thighs so her pussy was brushing against his dick. It was heaven and hell at the same time. Close enough to feel her, but not close enough to bury his cock inside her slick channel. He gripped her hips and pulled her in tighter, bringing their bodies together. He reached between them, guiding his cock to where he needed to be. Ciara threw her head back, opening the angle of their upper bodies as she took control. He’d intended to go slowly, letting her body adjust, but she didn’t give him the chance.

  She drew herself down on top of him, driving his cock into her with a shuddering moan. Her inner walls flexed around him, milking his cock as their bodies merged. Every one of her moans added fuel to the fire already burning inside him. As far as he was concerned there was nothing in the cosmos as sexy as a woman giving free rein to her passions. She was a goddess out of legend—regal, beautiful, and wanton.

  Dane tightened his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he reclaimed control of their lovemaking. Heated jets of water swirled around them as he pistoned in and out of her body. His control slipped, and he fucked her harder, sending water sloshing in all directions.

  Vance moved in closer and Ciara reached for him, eliciting a low groan as she wrapped her fingers around the other man’s dick. Vance placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying her against Dane’s thrusts, and the three of them fell into a near perfect rhythm, playing off of each other as they chased their pleasure.

  Nails raked Dane’s shoulder hard enough to sting a mere second before she leaned in and kissed him. Their dance grew frenzied, tongues twining, wet skin sliding together, and Dane knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He worked a hand between their bodies, positioning his fingers so every time their bodies came together he pressed down on her clit.

  She came on a cry, her body shuddering as she rode out her climax in his arms. Her pleasure triggered his, all control lost as he gathered her close and drove himself deep inside her welcoming heat. He came harder than he had in his entire life, until his thighs shook and his breath was coming in ragged gasps.

  “Holy fucking nova,” he muttered when he finally regained the ability to speak.

  “I second that statement,” Ciara murmured.

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�That was by far the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” Vance agreed, his voice tight with barely restrained need.

  Ciara’s head was still spinning from what Dane had done to her, but she didn’t feel complete yet. This evening was about the three of them, together. “I need you, too, Vance.”

  “And you’ll have me. I’m holding on by a thread here, but I thought we might want to take this inside.”

  Despite the fact she’d just come for the second time tonight, Ciara’s pussy pulsed and her breathing quickened at the thought of being with Vance. She nodded and eased herself off of Dane’s lap. “Take me to bed, then.”

  Vance’s lips split into a dangerous grin. “Who said anything about a bed?”

  “Beds are for sleeping, angel. We’ve got no plans to let you sleep for hours yet.”

  A shiver ran down her spine, and heat pooled in her womb as her two lovers looked at her with raw hunger in their gazes. “Sounds good to me.”

  Dane hopped out of the water, giving her a tantalizing few of his muscular body. “I’ll go check on Annie while you get our girl inside. Try not to start without me.”

  “I’m not making any fucking promises,” Vance said, tugging her into his arms to kiss her.

  His eyes shimmered with heat as he slanted his mouth across hers, the heavy shaft of his cock pressing into the soft curve of her stomach. She could taste traces of herself on his lips, mingling with the unique flavor that was all his own.

  “At the rate you’re moving, we’ll still be here when he gets back,” she teased.

  “You’re distracting. I look at you, and I forget all my plans…and good intentions.” He nipped her lower lip, then swept her up into his arms and carried her to the edge of the tub.

  Her feet hadn’t even touched the ground yet before she started to shiver as the cooler night air hit her overheated skin. Before she could do more than wrap her arms around herself, Vance had her bundled in a large, heated towel. She glanced around, finally spotting the warming racks nestled against the wall. “You guys really do have all the toys.”

  “They could be your toys, too. Dane and I would be happy to share.”

  She couldn’t help it, she giggled. “So I’ve noticed. You two seem to share very well.”

  His eyes gleamed with desire as he gave himself a brisk rubdown with another towel. “We’ve come to realize some things are even better when experienced together. A well-aged brandy. A good meal. And if we’re truly lucky, a beautiful woman will be willing to share herself with us.”

  He offered her his hand. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

  She took his hand, and when he wove their fingers together, it gave her a sense of warmth far more powerful than the lust he’d ignited in her a short while ago. It was a tender, possessive gesture that made her feel cherished—and slightly terrified. This was all temporary, and she couldn’t afford to let herself get too entangled with these men. When she left—if she left—she wanted to do it with her heart intact, not shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Still, she couldn’t help but speak her mind. “I think any woman who got to be with you, even for a night, could count herself very lucky.”

  “Then you must be hugging a horseshoe because you have us for as long as you want.”

  “You don’t know me well enough to make me that offer,” she said as he led her through a glass-paned door and into his bedroom.

  “I know you’re a decent, caring woman who takes care of others without expectation of payment. You’re loyal, strong, and beautiful. If we didn’t trust you, Ciara, we wouldn’t have invited you into our home, or let you be near our baby girl. I know you better than you think, and I want to learn more.”

  Ciara had a brief impression of warm gold walls highlighted with red and cream furniture and carpets. Any other details escaped her notice as she found herself stepping into the circle of Vance’s arms. His words touched her deeply, and despite everything, she felt a tiny kernel of hope glowing deep in her heart. Maybe this could work, somehow. “If you keep saying such nice things, I’m going to find it impossible to leave.”

  “That’s the plan. You’ve figured it out.” He slanted his mouth over hers, powerful arms pulling her in tight to his naked body. “Stars, I want you so badly right now.”

  “Then why are we still talking?” she whispered into the warm confines of his mouth.

  His arms tightened around her, and he uttered a low, rumbling groan. “I don’t know.”

  She reached between them to wrap her fingers around his cock pumping her fist a few times. “I think it’s time you took me to bed.”

  He slid his hands down to cup her ass and laughed. “I never mentioned bed, remember?”

  He had her spun around in a second, her back to the nearest wall. Her towel tumbled to the floor as he lifted her into his arms and pressed her against the hard surface, letting his cock rub along the seam of her pussy. Need slammed through her, and Ciara wrapped her legs around his hips, opening herself to the thick crown of his cock.

  Vance was on fire, inside and out. His skin was fever hot, and his blood felt as if it was boiling in his veins. He was consumed with dark desires and instincts. He wanted to possess Ciara, to brand her with his mark and lay claim to her so no one else would think to look at what belonged to them. When his dick slid into the slick, welcoming heat of her pussy, he knew without a doubt this night wouldn’t be enough. There was something building between the three of them, something powerful. Maybe something permanent.

  He lifted her higher, pressing in between her thighs until he was seated at her entrance, his cock already wet with her juices and throbbing with the need to be inside her. He took her mouth in a heated kiss, tongues dancing together, the sweet, subtle flavor of her lips filling his senses. She wriggled her hips, her hands gripping his shoulders as she brought their bodies together. He slid into her channel an inch, then another, and then he was lost, driving himself in deep as he plundered her mouth and took what he’d been craving. Her. Her passion, her fire, wrapped around him and burning him alive.

  She moaned, her inner walls pulsing around his cock and gripping him tight. Tasting her had whetted his appetite, and watching her make love to Dane had pushed him to the brink of his control. Now, she was his, and by the stars she was perfect. Nails raked the skin of his shoulders as her control started to shatter, her legs tightening around him until they were moving as one.

  “Vance!” she cried out his name as he claimed her, breath mingled, bodies tied together by passion and chemistry and something more than both.

  “Tell me you’re staying,” he demanded as he fucked her, the words coming in time to their lovemaking.

  She moaned and opened her eyes to look into his. “I can’t.”

  “You could. We have something between us. All three of us. This feels right.”

  “It does, isn’t it?” Dane agreed, and both Vance and Ciara turned to look at him. He was leaning against the door to the hallway, his cock in his hand as he watched them together.

  “Stay,” Vance murmured between kisses.

  “Please,” Dane added.

  Ciara arched her back and shivered, her pussy milking him hard as she raced toward another orgasm. “For now. I’ll stay for now. I can’t promise more than that.”

  Vance drove himself deep into her body and gave up all attempts to stay in control. He needed her, and by the stars, he was going to take her. Her moans were like music, the two of them caught up in the moment, both of them soaring high on pleasure. She started to tremble, and he knew she was close. Her lips found his at the moment of release, her raw passion dragging him over the edge with her as she came.

  Her cries filled his mouth as he emptied himself into her body, and when it was over, he found himself holding her tight, unwilling to let the moment go. His thighs ached and his heart was pounding in his ears, and somewhere deep inside, a voice whispered a simple, undeniable truth. Ciara was the one they’d been waiting fo
r. Now, all they had to do was find a way to show her where she truly belonged.

  With them.

  ***

  CHAPTER TEN

  Ciara woke up early the next morning to find herself nestled between her two lovers. Vance had one hand on her hip while Dane was spooned in tight behind her, his breath a soft caress on the back of her neck.

  It was the first time in her life she’d woken up this way. Out in the badlands, her brief flings had been borne of loneliness, not love. After the sex was done, she’d always sent the men on their way and locked the door behind them. It was safer that way, though it always left her with a vague sense of loss. This morning, she felt none of that. In fact, she felt complete and at peace.

  As she lay there, she had to admit there was a small part of her wondering if she’d ever woken up from her injuries after the quake. Maybe she was still unconscious, drifting in a dream world as her body lay in a coma at the medical center. It seemed more likely she was dreaming than to believe her new reality. She’d taken two ‘leets as lovers and agreed to stay with them. Not for a night, or a weekend, but for an as of yet undecided length of time. They wanted her. Not only in their bed, but in their lives and the life of their little girl.

  “You’re thinking too much, angel. I swear I can hear the gears turning inside your head.” Dane nuzzled a kiss to the nape of her neck. “And good morning.”

  She stretched and snuggled into his embrace, feeling several subtle pangs and twinges as her body protested the escapades of the night before. She’d lost track of the number of times they’d come together, three bodies tangled up in more combinations than she had ever dreamed of. “Good morning to you, too. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m naturally an early riser.”