Then there were hands on her waist, lifting her, positioning her for Noah. The teasing sensations were starting to drive her mad. She wanted more. She wanted to force all the firing bits of lightning to meet together. Noah controlled her descent, lifting her and catching the bulbous head of his cock at her drenched opening. Hot moisture spread around just the head. Just enough to make her groan and bite into her lip.
She tried angling her hips. Tried forcing more only to be greeted by a sexy laugh.
“I think our girl is impatient…” Wade fisted his cock and moved forward on his knees.
“She’s not the only one,” Noah groaned when she managed to wiggle and seat a little more of him inside her.
“You’re both horrible teases,” Danea panted softly. She bent very slowly forward, recalling some old belly dancing moves and began flexing her muscles, squeezing his cock and letting her muscles tease him. She slid her hands over Noah’s chest, upward to the broad shoulders. Aroused, pebbled nipples scraped over his chest as she arched her back, sending her ass just a little more firmly against the hard invader pressing for entrance.
“Breathe, Danea,” Wade felt her tense and groaned at the pressure on them both.
Breathe, she thought, struggling to control the many sensations crashing around inside her. Breathing seemed so very unimportant at the moment.
“And stop thinking,” Noah growled, releasing her hips and letting her fall. His cock filled her in one long thrust at the same time he speared the hair at the sides of her face and pulled her mouth to his. He stabbed his tongue between panting, parted lips and taunted hers into play, both of them exchanging low, hungry groans.
Stop thinking, she heard seconds before white hot stars exploded inside her and out. She couldn’t grab enough air and ripped her mouth from Noah’s gasping and screaming. Yep, she was pretty sure it was her screaming names. Deliciously sexy, glorious names. It had started when Noah, at least she thought it was Noah, slid a hand between them and pressed, circled and stroked her clit. Then she lost track of who was where doing what and really decided later that she hadn’t particularly cared.
She felt muscles clamping, squeezing and convulsing around them both. Both places, both men and over and over and over.
“Oh, god, oh, god, oh god!”
When the second wave tore through her body, her back arched and she threw her head back. She heard them. She knew they shouted her name and other words and it was definitely not in a bad way. Hands gripped her waist. Another set had a tight, steadying grip on her hips. She felt them pulsing; felt each cock constrict and thrust and explode.
How did one person survive long enough to get old?
She sometimes wondered where her mind went, how it got there and would she be able to get back again. Then she was floating. Sighing and her body refused to listen to anything her brain was ordering at the moment. She slid along Noah, sweat from all three of them mingling seconds before she felt Wade fall to his back on the bed, taking the momentary weight from her back.
If she had the strength, her eyes would have popped wide at the odd sensation of him retreating so quickly from where she never in her wildest dreams imagined something so incredibly erotic could happen. She wiggled and heard Noah groan against her throat.
Oh, yeah. She’d collapsed on him. He didn’t seem to be protesting, though, so she snuggled down and sighed thickly.
She heard them talking. Whispers and kisses along her throat, on her temple and her cheek as she was lifted and allowed to curl into the pillows. It was like listening to voices down a long, muffled tunnel. Strong fingers now and then stroked over her head, along her back. Gentle and caressing, tender. Undemanding and a chuckle now and then when she turned and curled against one of them.
Her fingers spread over a chest, curling over a faint covering of coils. Wade, she thought in the deep recesses of her mind when another arm snaked around her waist from behind, a warm mouth touching her middle back. Noah. His face pressed against her back as a quiet, warm drowsiness settled around them.
“I should go home,” she murmured, shifting to lie on her stomach and stretch her hands above her head.
“Hmm…I don’t like that idea,” Noah whispered, rolling to his side with a satisfied sigh and leaning up on one arm. He lifted the other hand and ran his palm from her shoulder to the rise of her behind. “She has the most gorgeous ass.”
Danea buried a face that flamed with heat into the soft pillow when a palm came from the other side and squeezed her ass. She had two hands on her behind now, one on each side.
“I have to agree,” Wade continued his caress.
“I have to work in the morning,” she groaned, their caresses as varied as the men themselves. One stroked down her thigh, dipped between her legs just enough to tease and tantalize her senses. The other pressed heavily up her side, soft fingers tracing lines around the side of her breast. Tempting her to move; tempting her to ask for more.
“The alarm is set for six in the morning,” Wade said quietly, shifting slightly and urging her to her back. “I don’t go to the college on Friday. I work from my office here,” he used one finger, drawing it leisurely around the puckered circle, now and then flicking at the pebbled nipple. “Pretty.”
“Gorgeous,” Noah corrected, his palm pressed over her ribs. Strong fingers stroked over the trimmed mons, teasing slowly down the crevice in the center. “And rising at six leaves you plenty of time to get to the center, Danea. We want you with us. Here. All night,” he slid closer, pressing his awakened cock against her hip and his mouth to hers in a long, seductive kiss. Like his fingers, his tongue speared between her lips to toy with the heated moisture inside.
The last coherent noise she heard sounded like a cross between a squeak and a melted sigh.
Chapter Fifteen
Noah Decker was not a morning man. His brain came into focus very slowly and he reconsidered that simple statement when the rounded ass pressed against his hip. He lay on his back, one arm flung over his face; the other palm finding itself abruptly filled.
She’d shifted only twice during the night, wrapping herself around one or the other of them like a sweet vine. And she mumbled in her sleep. Noah raised the arm from his face, inhaling the fragrant, dark coffee floating up from the lower level.
Somehow even mornings didn’t seem so annoying after spending the night laughing and talking and loving the woman still snuggled against him. Their topics ran a gauntlet and aside from her family, she talked about anything, asked tons of questions; and listened, whether he was talking about law or Wade spoke of being a teacher. There was so much fresh, eagerness in her it was infectious and oddly alluring.
He rolled to his side, watching the slow wake-up process of his mate. First, both arms were shoved high above her head. She rolled to her stomach and stretched, her behind arching beneath the blanket. A low, soft mewl began and hummed for a few seconds before she raised her head and blinked through the long, disheveled hair.
“I didn’t go home. You’re a very bad influence…”
“I’m pretty sure I wasn’t involved in the night alone,” Noah answered, his voice rough with sleep.
“Shower…I can change after people get settled,” she said, talking as she moved. She had pushed herself to her knees and sat perched there for a long minute, palms rubbing over her face. “My clothes are all over the house.”
“I brought them up with me,” Wade answered through a grin. “I put them in the bathroom up here for you. Sorry, I don’t have extra personal things to offer.” He handed a cup of coffee to Noah, his gaze taking in the long arch of her back and behind. “Bring some things out after you close tonight. We can rearrange furniture this weekend. I don’t have extra bureaus but the closet is easily big enough. There are three other large bedrooms and two other bathrooms below. A half bath in the garage and plenty of room.”
“Guess that’s something we have to work out,” Noah agreed, straightening up and draining half the coffe
e in appreciation. “Good coffee. Thanks. I’ve got a few pieces of furniture and Danea has stuff that will fit in. Or we just leave that and send her out shopping.”
“Her…” Danea’s head bent and she curled into a ball before bursting from the bed, and stalking the bathroom. “Is taking a shower and leaving. You want a moving in together discussion before I’m even awake. You’re both crazy,” she informed them before closing the door on them both.
“I think we’re weakening her resolve,” Noah commented with a nod at the chuckle from Wade. “Are we making assumptions?”
“I think it’s different for us,” Wade remarked, returning to the main level with Noah hopping into his jeans and carrying the rest of his clothing and coffee cup. He crossed the large space and stood looking at the surface of his desk. “I think she’s concerned with rearranging our lives. And we’re wanting to make everything into what she wants and ignoring our own wants.”
Noah paused at the end of the hall leading behind his office area.
“Aren’t we?”
“She doesn’t want that,” Wade said simply.
“So thinking that we have to change to keep her…”
“Will probably lose her,” Wade acknowledged, looking up to meet the dark eyes of the man he was now calling his partner. “I don’t expect you to suddenly start enjoying mornings. Just as I’m not going to abruptly stop rising early. Those are part of who we are. None of us have had long term housemates before and it will take compromise.”
Both looked over at the stairs and the woman mumbling to herself as she came down them.
“I want us to be who we are inside,” Danea said firmly, hands busily drawing a thick, wide comb through her hair. “I don’t want you to magically become perfect people. I don’t want either of you changing to make me happy. If…” she stopped and inhaled deeply. “I can’t pretend what I feel isn’t there. I don’t know why or how, but I know it’s too good a feeling to just ignore. There’s a lot in the world I don’t get, and this…” she laughed, her head shaking. “Is definitely one of them. But I can accept without understanding the how or why part.”
She crossed to stand in front of Noah, both hands on his face and pulling him down for her kiss. “I have to go,” she went to Wade and repeated the process, the soft stubble gracing his jaw tickling her palms as she kissed him. “Just be yourselves and maybe we won’t hurt too many toes while we figure this arrangement out. Bye…”
“Bring clothes with you tonight!” Noah called out seconds before the door closed.
“I’ll make cards with the code for the alarm and get keys made today,” Wade said, accepting the nod from Noah before he went to the bathroom. He sunk into his desk chair and glared at the stack of papers to be graded. Maybe this year, he’d have a class – just one – filled with students who know a little about writing a paper. Maybe.
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Danea didn’t recognize the small import sitting in the driveway when she arrived at the house just after four. Laurie was closing for the week and that let her free a few hours early. She dug in her closet and found a large case she hadn’t used in a while and packed it full of necessary clothing and stuff.
Was it natural for females to think of how to rearrange furniture? She wasn’t sure where that thought came from as she climbed to the short porch and pulled the glass door wide. The internal door was already open but she definitely was not prepared for the view she received.
Long blonde hair, a miniscule thong trapped between a pair of healthy, tanned cheeks and a very surprised and even slightly annoyed expression on the young face when their eyes met across the room.
“You seem to have lost your clothing,” Danea said, not bothering to conceal her amusement.
“Who’re you?” Demanded a slightly snotty tone.
“Wade?” Danea called out loudly, curiously and slightly amused.
“Be out in a minute, angel, I’m trying to find a reference. I really should get these things in some sort of order…” came the muffled complaint seconds before he exclaimed his success. “I could hire someone, I suppose…a skilled librarian who…”
Wearing glasses, head bent and a book open in his hands, he didn’t see the amused look on Danea’s face. She walked around the almost naked, tall and leggy blonde, her grin crooked. She placed a palm over the open book and went to her toes, kissing him when he looked up, blinking.
“Who’s your friend, Wade?” Danea leaned on the edge of the desk and watched his mouth open at the same time the undressed state of the young woman registered.
She watched his eyes widen and sweep from the student to Danea and back again several times in mounting and very new aggravation.
“Miss Bently! What…put your clothing on immediately and you’re dismissed. There is nothing I can help you with if this is the type of behavior you intend to display. What is wrong with you?”
“I’m thinking she finds you as sexy as I do…or she’s having grade issues,” Danea said with a chuckle. The blonde didn’t have the decency to even look embarrassed as she pulled her t-shirt on and whipped her jeans off the chair. Wade, on the other hand, was actually blushing, the book in his hands snapped shut with an explosive clap.
“When you learn that I’m your professor, Miss Bently, feel free to ask my TA for assistance,” Wade glared at the girl.
She offered a casual shrug before grabbing her purse and striding from the house without looking back.
Danea lowered her eyes to the floor, struggling to keep her giggle inside.
“You have to admire her moxie,” she managed to say without losing control. Until he snarled. “You should be flattered,” she attempted, pulling the corner of her lip between her teeth when she met the hazel shaded glare aimed at her through narrowed lashes.
“I’m very pleased this amuses you.”
“Has this happened before, Wade? It’s not uncommon for a student to find a teacher appealing,” she worked to find the right words, standing up and taking the slim volume from his fingers. “You alright?” She moved carefully, turning him to lean on the desk as she moved against him.
His feet parted automatically, his hands easily settling on her waist. He sighed.
“Yes, this has happened before. Obviously, not this same scenario, however…”
“She finds you attractive,” Danea told him, her palms sliding along the front of his shirt, her nails brushing over the buttons until they reached the opening. “I don’t care for her behavior, but she’s a kid.”
Wade leaned his forehead against hers. “She doesn’t have bad grades.”
“Then you should feel flattered,” she kissed him gently.
“I altered my appearance at the last university,” Wade confided. “Added years and a lot of grey in my hair. For some odd reason, I returned to myself this last couple years but this…”
“Why does it bother you?”
“Oddly enough, it didn’t used to. It seems like a long time ago,” he shook his head, hazel eyes edged with green gazed through his lenses at her. “Can I hold onto my man-card and still confess that I panicked when I saw her like that and you standing there?”
Danea smiled. “It’s that trust thing. I can’t imagine either you or Noah working so hard to get me…to get to me…just to throw it away with a student.”
“Required classes have less studious types than my specialty classes,” Wade said wryly. “Thank you. I have students come to the house only if they need help with assignments and my TA is unavailable. Marcus was out this last week and some of the students from my required history classes are less than diligent.”
“I learned the best students are ones who have to pay for their own classes,” Danea teased. “Being forced to attend college…rarely a good mix. I suppose jealousy did…pop into my head…but if that was what you’d wanted, either you or Noah, you’d have had it anytime.”
“Did I ask why you’re out early?”
“It’s Friday. Laurie and my assistant are ta
king turns for a few hours off on Fridays. This week was mine. So I packed some stuff and came…here…” she wasn’t sure of the right word.
“Home. It’s going to be home, Danea,” Wade said the words firmly, his palms leaving her hips and framing her face. “Andrea made dinner. It’s in the large crockpot on the counter. Are you hungry?”
Danea forced her hips against his boldly. “Maybe…”
She had been holding her breath until his head lowered, their lips barely touching for what seemed an eternity. She’d felt his arousal, the hard line of his cock pressing against the smooth front of his slacks. He always looked so staid; so proper and scholarly.
Danea closed her eyes when he brushed his lips along her jaw, continuing onto her ear. She felt the sharp bite and shivered.
“Noah brought his clothes and other things by earlier,” Wade let his hands caress gently along her throat to her shoulders. “You look like a lost little kid in these shirts,” he tugged at the over-sized t-shirt.
“I wrestle around on the floor with little kids,” she laughed, crossing her arms over her and pulling the shirt off. She dropped it to the desk. “Better?”
“You’re a seductive wench,” Wade murmured, his mouth moving over her bare shoulder.
“Noah brought lunch to the center.”
“I know. We’ve talked,” he raised his head, his gaze on the small round breasts contained inside the miniscule strip of nylon and lace. “He said you’d wanted to speak with us both about our arrangements.”
“I…I didn’t know who to ask questions of…” she took a slow breath. “We’ve always been together…the three of us, I mean…I don’t understand how…how it’s supposed to be,” she whispered. “But I didn’t want it to seem I was excluding you by asking him or the other way…and when we’re together, sometimes the questions vanish.”
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