by Vanessa Vale
Leo’s skin was olive and darker than Dane’s. It was also graced by bad boy tattoos that showed a rougher life, a harder edge. I reached out, traced my fingers over the swirls and geometric patterns on his arm and his torso. Beneath my fingers were tense muscles, corded and hard. He was solid muscle, not a hint of flab. He even had that mouthwatering V at the crease of his hips.
My mouth watered from the hint of Leo’s pre-cum. I’d sucked cock before, but only did it more as reciprocation than pleasure. Perhaps it was because I’d come already, that I was, just as Dane had said, warmed up and ready for them, that I wanted to taste them, too.
Putting a hand on each of their chests, I leaned down, flicked my tongue over the tip of Leo’s cock, swirled it around the head as if licking an ice cream cone. Then I moved to Dane’s and did the same.
Glanced up at both of them. Leo’s jaw was clenched tight, Dane’s eyes almost black.
“More?” I asked with a sly smile. This wasn’t me. God, I was asking two men, two almost strangers, if they wanted me to suck their cocks.
Yes, two men. But strangers? I inwardly shrugged. Yes, I’d just met them, but they were different. This was different. It was more than a one-night-stand. It was just...more.
I could be myself. Perhaps be more than what I even knew possible. This wasn’t shameful or tawdry. Dirty? Absolutely. Wild? Completely.
That didn’t change my mind from what I wanted. Their cocks. I didn’t wait for an answer, just slid my hands down and gripped the base of each of their thick, pulsing flesh and sucked them, one at a time. I learned the feel of them, their heat, their flavor. The way Leo bucked his hips as I drew in my cheeks on a sharp pull. The way Dane’s fingers tangled in my hair and took me deeper.
When I pulled back to switch from Leo to Dane again, Leo growled. “Enough, woman. I want to come deep in that pussy the first time.”
The first time.
My inner walls clenched at the thought. I’d already come once, and they’d still had some clothes on. When they finally got in me, were they ever going to let me up? How many times would I come before they were done? God, did I have the sexual endurance for these two?
Leo put a hand right between my breasts and pushed. I fell back onto the soft bed and realized I was about to find out. Grasping one ankle, he pulled me so my butt was at the edge, my leg raised by his hip. He didn’t let go, but dipped his fingers over my slit.
“Such a pretty pussy. And dripping wet. You’re ready for us, aren’t you, sugar?”
I nodded, bit my lip.
Leo looked to Dane. “Condoms. I hope you have a huge box.”
Dane grinned, went to the bedside table. Ripping off one foil packet, he tossed it to Leo, dropped a long strip of them onto the bed beside me.
“Put your feet right there on the edge,” Leo commanded as he tore open the packet and sheathed himself. “Wider. Not good enough, sugar. Wider. I want to see all of my pussy.”
I did as he asked, knowing I was completely splayed. They could see everything.
God, why did that make me so hot?
It was the way they were looking at me that did it. Reverently. Desperately.
Leo’s condom covered cock bobbed as he leaned forward, placed his hand beside my head. Looming over me, he grinned. “Last chance, sugar. Say the word and this wild ride ends until you’re finally ready.”
God, my heart gave a painful squeeze when he took a moment to check on me. He wanted to fuck me. Badly. Yet he was prepared to stop if I said the word.
“Fuck me already,” I said, my voice throaty. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
Shifting his hips, he lined up his cock at my eager entrance, eyed me one last time, then thrust deep.
I arched my back at the way he stretched me open. Thick and deep, I was crammed full.
My fingers gripped the bedding, held on as he began to move. I met his eyes, held them. He was watchful, assessing me. What I liked, what I needed.
“She’s tight, Dane. Wait ‘til you feel her. Heaven.”
Leo didn’t stop pumping into me, circling and angling his hips so his cock stroked me in the most amazing places deep inside. And every time he bottomed out, he rubbed against my clit.
It was too much. Just knowing Dane was watching his friend fuck me pushed me into my second orgasm.
I gripped his back, my fingernails sliding along his sweat soaked skin.
“Leo!” I cried, the feel of it making my toes numb, my skin slick.
I felt him thicken within me just before he groaned, held himself still and deep, taking his own pleasure from my body.
Leo’s breath was ragged as he slipped from me and fell onto the bed beside me. “When my legs work, I’ll get up.”
I smiled. I knew the feeling.
“My turn.” Dane’s words had me opening my eyes, smiling at him. He was like a petulant child, wanting a toy he’d yet to play with.
“Hands and knees, Harper. Show me that perfect ass.”
Two orgasms in and I was very compliant. I had no reason not to be. While they were a little gruff, a little dominant, I liked it. They were going to make me feel good, whatever they decided to do.
While Leo had fucked me, Dane had put on a condom, readying himself. I flipped away from Leo and onto my knees, pushing up into the position Dane wanted. A hand came down on my ass, the crack of it filling the room along with my surprised gasp that followed. It hadn’t been hard, and the sting of it morphed into heat. Especially when Dane rubbed the area with his palm. “I love seeing my handprint here.”
I imagined what I looked like. Hands and knees, breasts swaying, ass and pussy on display for Dane. Leo turned to his side, propped up on his elbow to watch.
With a growl, Dane sank into me, slowly, one thick inch at a time. I arched my back, pushing my hips back, shifting to accommodate.
“Down on your forearms, sugar,” Leo said. I turned my head to look at him, did as he said.
“Oh.” The change in position had Dane settling even deeper.
“Good girl,” Dane said, his hand tightening on my hip. He slid in and out, setting a pace that was fast, as if he couldn’t control himself. He’d been pushed too far.
I closed my eyes, my head falling so my forehead pressed into the bed. “It’s so good. Oh my god, I’m going to come again.”
“Damn right you are.” Dane’s cocky words were followed up with his palm sliding over my ass so his thumb slipped down to press against my back entrance. The dark, carnal feel of that touch had my head whipping up, my hair settling down my back. “You’ll come on my cock and thumb, Harper. Think about having both of us in you, but Leo’s cock deep in your ass.”
He continued his dirty talk—God, they were both so good at it—as he fucked me, carefully circled and pressed and worked the tip of his thumb past the tight ring of muscle.
As soon as he breached me there—the first person to ever do so—I came. The sensation of ass play was intense and incredible. I’d never known it would feel so good.
“Yes!” I cried, milking Dane’s cock with my inner walls.
A hand cupped my breast, tugged on the nipple and little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me as Dane filled me once, twice and then came with a shout.
When he pulled out, I dropped onto the bed. Wilted, sated. Replete. Three orgasms. It was a record for me. They both went into the bathroom, I assumed to dispose of the condoms. I didn’t care.
I was smiling, content to lie naked, handprint on my ass. That was the best sex I’d ever had.
When I peeked at them as they came my way, naked and so virile, their cocks were still hard. “Oh,” I breathed, realizing the intent in their gazes. “We’re not done, are we?” I asked.
They shook their heads, wicked smiles on their faces.
“Not even close,” Leo said, just before he pounced.
Eight
DANE
The sight of Harper in my bed
made my mouth turn up into a slight smile. I could barely keep my eyes off her. It was a first for me, waking up beside a woman. Sure, I’d slept with her, but I’d also slept with her. Mind you, Leo and I had fucked Harper for hours, so a little rest was on the agenda. Tilting my head up slightly, I checked the other side of the bed. Leo wasn't there. I’d passed out right after Harper and didn’t remember him leaving for his own bed. I had a king, but all three of us sleeping together probably wouldn’t be our thing. Next time she was here, it’d be his turn for a little sleepover. And fucking, too.
I had my usual morning wood, but having Harper beside me, it throbbed to be back inside her. And my balls? Fucking blue as could be.
My mind wandered to the scary fucking reason Harper was here. If she hadn’t seen the damned dead body, she’d have been in my bed—and between us—eventually.
But no. She wasn’t here because we’d dated or even taken her to dinner. No, she was here because of fucking Shamus O’Sullivan. She was possibly in danger, and we, by extension, were also potentially persons of interest for the made man. It could be nothing, the guy dumped in the East River with a cinder block tied to his ankle by now, but we could be at the top of his hit list. Next to sleep with fucking fishes. We’d survived one night, and based on what Leo said, all we needed to do to keep breathing air was lay low and keep Harper off his radar.
Seeing the peace on her beautiful face as she slept, I was sure we’d done the right thing by bringing her here. Twenty-four hours ago, if someone said I’d be sharing a woman with Leo in my bed, waking up beside her, I’d think them fucking insane. Now? I was the insane one. For Harper. The dark fan of her wild hair on my pillow made me want to run my fingers through it. The long line of her pale neck made me want to kiss it. And the way the sheet fell to just above her breasts had my fingers itching to tug it down, to bare her to me in the daylight. I could get used to waking up beside her like this.
Yeah, fucking insane.
Sounds wafted in through my open bedroom doorway. Leo was awake? I shouldn't have been surprised. The guy was disciplined to a fault, even going on maybe two or three hours sleep. Pushing back the covers, I carefully slipped out of bed and found a pair of sweatpants from my walk-in closet. Daytime brought reality, and we needed a game plan. I wondered if any of the feelers Leo had put out last night had gotten any leads. It would be nice to know if there was a hit out on Harper or not.
And since we'd fucked Harper into a coma, it was a great time to find out.
She was sure to sleep for a few more hours, or maybe all day, if we were lucky. Her being asleep and, therefore, not panicking or in a rush to go home, well, it gave us time.
I headed out to the hallway and didn't have to guess where I'd find Leo. Coffee was brewing. He was fixing up breakfast too, from the smell of bacon filling the air.
He wore a pair of gym shorts slung low on his hips and a ragged Army t-shirt. His short hair was damp, indicating he hadn’t been up too long.
"Dude. Early bird much?" I said in jest and leaned on one side of the kitchen's center island.
"Is she up?" he asked over the sizzle in the frying pan. Scrambled eggs were in another, covered with a clear glass lid and waiting to be eaten with all that bacon.
I grinned, shifted my cock. It wasn’t going down anytime soon. "No. She's out like a light."
The statement brought those images of claiming her to the forefront again. Harper tight against our bodies. Her face awash with need, arousal and passion. Her teeth biting down on one side of her bottom lip as she got close to the edge. That sexy cry she let out each time she came. Her pussy, so sweet, so fucking tight.
And she was still in my bed. All we had to do was go in and wake her and start all over again.
One night with Harper and I was fucking addicted. She was the sweetest drug ever. Sticky, honey flavored crack.
I moved to the coffee pot and filled my favorite mug. I took a few long sips, let the caffeine seep into my system, and looked over at Leo.
“You’re not planning to go into work, are you?” he asked.
“I’ve got to check my calendar. Probably not today.”
My staff was used to me working from home one or two days a week when I didn’t have in-person meetings. I could get my executive assistant to shift things around in my schedule, switch any face-to-face meetings to teleconferences, or postpone them if they weren’t time-sensitive. It wasn’t a problem for me to be out of my office if needed.
Hell, what was the point of being the boss if I didn’t do what I wanted?
I wanted to do Harper.
"Heard anything yet?" I asked, trying to stay focused. Neither of us could have her again if she were dead. That was a fucking grim thought.
He shook his head, but didn't look away from the last few strips of bacon he was finishing up in the pan. "Not a fucking thing. And that ain't good."
"No news might be good news," I suggested.
"Not with this crew. When the O'Sullivans set their sights on getting rid of a person, they never see it coming. That's their M.O."
"Shit." I sighed. “But if they don’t know she saw the body, then it would be quiet.”
Leo slid the bacon onto one of the three waiting plates, scooped on some scrambled eggs from the other skillet, and then filled another. He passed me one as I sat down at the breakfast bar and carried his around before settling in the high-back bar chair opposite me.
I shoveled in a bite of eggs. Thankfully, Leo was a good cook since the only thing I did in the kitchen was open a take-out container.
"Yeah,” he grumbled. “We could be sitting ducks out on the street. All we got going for us is this place. Penthouse level, excellent security. Controlled access. A concierge staff who can't be bought."
I stuffed a piece of bacon in my mouth as I let Leo’s words sink in. “I don’t know if I want to sit around waiting for a fight to come to us,” I told him after a while.
Leo shook his head and gulped down a few mouthfuls of coffee. “Actually, yes, we do.”
I put my fork down. Frowned. “Why the hell should we wait?”
“Because, exactly how do you propose to get answers? Pick up the phone and call the bastard?” Leo mimicked holding a phone to his ear with his hand. “Ask people whether or not O’Sullivan has a new person on his hit list?”
I sighed. I hated the sarcastic tone, but he was right. “Okay, but this line of reasoning isn’t gonna satisfy Harper. The idea that they might know what she saw, or they might think she’s a threat, that she might be in danger, or she might be about to have the full force of the O’Sullivan family coming down on her… all those mights won’t be enough to convince her to lay low.”
“And you feel that because—”
I bit into a piece of bacon, let the greasy taste coat my tongue. Good sex always made me hungry. And taking Harper was more than good. It was fucking memorable. I smiled as an image resurfaced of her beneath me, straddling my waist, on her hands and knees...She wouldn’t walk right for a while, after the workout we gave her.
Leo snapped his fingers close to my face, pulling me out of my head. “Focus and stop mind-fucking Harper for a minute. Because what?”
“Because it probably wouldn’t be enough to stop me from going about my business and living my life either,” I admitted.
He frowned. “And again, that’s why you have me to watch out for your unsuspecting ass. While you were getting your MBA and making your first million, I was shooting bad guys in the desert. And once I was out, more assholes. You see those damned bespoke suits and power lunches. I see bad shit.”
I met his serious eyes. We’d been through a lot together, but he’d been through hell and back on his own. To deal with PTSD and other shit tied to his time in the service, fighting—legal, in-the-ring fighting—helped. But his experiences had changed him, made him the cautious, guarded fucker he was today.
“Are you trying to tell me you’d be hiding out right now if your ass was on the l
ine?”
He stood, went over and filled his coffee cup, turned and leaned against the counter. “Dude, my shit would be packed, and if I couldn’t get a flight out of JFK, I’d be in my car on the road, with two or three fucking states between me and that family. Hell, I’d be in Canada by now. It’s not too late for that.”
Leo’s words might have been exaggerated, but he was fucking serious. A hint of worry played on his face, and that scared me most of all. I hadn’t seen that look in years. Not since he’d returned from the Middle East. He wasn’t kidding. Not in the least. And if he was scared, then I was scared.
“At minimum, we need some kind of idea that O’Sullivan’s people know she saw the body and they’re after her.”
“My sources haven’t heard anything new.” He reached over to his cell and checked the screen. “Either that or they aren’t talking.”
Seeing him scroll through his contact list gave me an idea. I set down my fork on my now empty plate, got to my feet to put the dishes into the sink, and grabbed my coffee mug. “I may have a source.”
“Who?”
“Father of the bride.”
“What, who?”
“The client who invited me last night. Remember, his daughter’s marrying O’Sullivan Junior. If his little girl is getting a ring from the heir apparent, he’s got to know something, right? I’ll drop some hints and see if my client bites. But first”—I looked down my body and ran a hand through my grungy hair—“first, I need to hit the showers. Back in a bit.”
An hour later, I was showered, dressed in a cotton t-shirt and dark jeans, and at my home office desk, laptop open. My calendar was clear now, thanks to my assistant who’d moved some meetings around and delegated everything else to my second-in-command.
