Salsa Nights

by Salsa Nights (lit)

  Her students had done well today, earning high enough marks to go into the next round tomorrow. She was proud of them and feeling melancholy already. She’d miss her students, every last one of them.

  Losing her studio had been a devastating loss. But feeling her life come to a standstill, she was sharply reminded that she had to slow down, do something else, or take a break for a while. It had also symbolically represented the end of her old life. Naïve, young Isabel was gone. Brad and Dale had transformed her, maybe corrupted her, into a more passionate and stronger woman.

  Hot water rushed down her shoulders, and she rolled her neck, easing some of the tension she felt. The past three weeks without them—without a grin, a touch, even a fight—had been depressingly miserable. She missed them every second, and she couldn’t stop thinking about them.

  Isabel always had reasons to have such little faith in men, from her neglectful father and misunderstood grandfather to a sick cop and a cruel first lover. And then there was Brad and Dale. As Isabel learned today, they’d been protective of her while they’d watched over her.

  Someone had bumped into her in line for refreshments earlier, and she was surprised to see Rick, the idiot she’d lost her virginity to years ago, turn to apologize. The man had turned ghastly white when he recognized her, and his eyes had darted nervously around, as if ninja warriors would jump on him from all corners of the break area.

  He’d started to back up and, thinking he was embarrassed by how he’d hurt her feelings the night they’d had sex, Isabel told him he needn’t worry because she was over him calling his friends to brag about sleeping with her. That’s when his eyes grew round, and he accused her of sending him, after they’d had sex, her two bodyguards to scare him.

  Her mouth had dropped open but she quickly recovered and began denying it. But it was useless because he continued to insist that two tall, muscular thugs had beat him to a pulp that night and warned him to stay away from her. Then he practically tripped over his own feet, doing just that, and disappeared from the room.

  It had taken her a few seconds after standing there with her mouth hanging open to realize what he’d revealed. The “bodyguards” could only have been Brad and Dale. She’d burst into a fit of giggles, which was how Nik found her, then took a couple of minutes to relay the story as the laughter continued.

  “I’m not laughing because Rick was hurt the night we had sex, not at all. I don’t wish violence or pain on anyone. It’s that all this time I wondered how Brad and Dale just recently came out of nowhere to be my heroes when I’d needed them before. Or at least I needed someone I could count on. But they’d been there, watching out for me. They had been there when I needed them that night,” Isabel said softly.

  And that would make getting over them nearly impossible. She stepped out of the shower, holding back the tears. They’d kept her safe. They’d made her laugh. She’d come to trust them before they almost died for her. But she’d done the right thing. She had to let them go.

  It was a physical pain she had to learn to live with, having to wake up knowing she wouldn’t hear their voices or see their faces, but without the love of both of them, she wouldn’t have been satisfied with only one.

  She’d also visited Gina’s and Leyna’s families before driving to Orlando, and having to relive losing them both had been difficult. Gina’s fiancé was glad the real killer was dead. He didn’t know Isabel had been the one who’d killed him, but he assured Isabel he didn’t blame her for Gina’s death. Leyna’s family was as accepting and forgiving, knowing Isabel, too, had suffered greatly.

  She saw her brother’s face every single day, and she felt sad for him. In time, she’d let him go, too. But she was sad for the life he’d lived. He’d done nothing to deserve what their father and his mother had done.

  A knock at the door startled her. It was probably Nik checking on her again. She pulled on the hotel bathrobe and left her hair wet, dripping down the white cotton. Without bothering to check the peephole, she opened the door.

  “In a robe again,” muttered Dale.

  “Déjà vu,” added Brad.

  Isabel’s heart leaped to her throat, and her insides melted. My God, they were more handsome than she remembered. Blue eyes twinkled like the stars in a fairy tale night, and a swirling fondue waited to coat her and sink her in its depth.

  Isabel delicately cleared her throat. “What are you doing here?”

  “Well, Brad apparently already told you he loves you. I love you too. And we’re not leaving here until you’re ours.”

  Dale’s proclamation took her a few seconds to process because it had sounded like she could have them both, and she dared not believe that fantasy.

  “Can we come in, princess? Or should we take you right here in the hallway?”

  She moved her gaze from dimples to sparkling stars and felt her body flush, cream rushing to her slit at the wickedly passionate stares.

  Clearing her head of the seductive fog, she opened the door wider, allowing them into her room. Into her heart. Not even a category five hurricane would have been able to keep Isabel away from her Brad and her Dale.

  * * * *

  Dale dropped his duffel bag in the far corner of the living room, next to where Brad dropped his, and gazed at the doorway to the bedroom. Soon he’d make love to her, the way he’d dreamed for so long. And in an actual bed.

  “You can’t just come in here, tell me you love me, and make everything okay. It’s more complicated than that.”

  Swinging his gaze back to Isabel, he noticed her eyes brimming with tears, and his throat tightened. Oh, she was so beautiful, clutching her robe around herself, so delicate yet so brave. He sat on the armrest and propped a foot on the loveseat, knowing she’d want to discuss a few important issues, while Brad stood beside him, hands on hips.

  “It’s not complicated unless you make it so. Two men and one woman may not be conventional, but it can and will work,” Brad started confidently. “People don’t need to know so don’t worry about the looks, the gossiping. We don’t have to announce it to the world. What happens in our home is our business, and it can stay there.”

  Isabel chewed her bottom lip, certainly mulling over what Brad had told her, and Dale wished this conversation would end soon so he could wrap his arms around her and love her.

  “What about children? I can’t give you any,” she reminded them.

  Dale smiled, deciding to tackle her next concern. “If you want to adopt someday, then we’ll be one big happy family. Whatever makes you happy will make us happy.”

  “Anything else?” Brad asked her as confidently as Dale felt.

  She looked down, suddenly fascinated by her little French-tipped toenails, and raised her head again. “Yes. I’m moving away.”

  “What?” Dale asked.

  “The hell you are!” Brad stated.

  Dale came to his feet, and they both took strides that brought them so close, he could clearly see the tiny gold specks scattered in her green eyes. In the midst of their lovemaking, those specks disappeared into oceans of green fire. She was their angel, sinfully perfect in every way.

  “I don’t have a studio anymore. I need to find what I want to do with my life now,” she explained.

  Dale threw a glance at Brad in silent communication before turning a devious grin on her. “You can come teach at Club Lava,” stated Brad.

  “Teach what? Ménage a trois to new members?”

  Dale explained. “We asked Calli, our manager, to take a short survey at the door. An incredible number of couples and women would pay to learn the art of seduction. They’d like to learn to pole dance for their sport-fanatic husband to lure him into the bedroom. They’d like to know how to perform a burlesque striptease to keep things fun. A sexy tango, an erotic rumba. The club is yours during the day. You can charge whatever you want, all the money’s yours,” he finished, watching her eyes glimmer in interest.

  Suddenly, she noticed his bandaged hand, and
with a gasp, her brows furrowed and her shoulders slumped. Slowly, as if afraid to hurt him, she took his hands in her soft little ones, and he watched a tear trickle down the graceful curve of her cheek and crash against the small gauze pad.

  He inhaled deeply, knowing it was time. “I love you, Isabel. I want to dedicate my life to making yours happy, to seeing you smile. No one ever existed before you. They were meaningless. My life was empty. You are my life, my future. I want to take care of you and grow old with you. I am in love with you, Isabel. I’m yours. Say you’ll have us both.”

  Knowing he’d have to wait for Brad, Dale wondered if he could hang on any longer before he could feel her in his arms. When they all got home he was not letting Isabel out of the bedroom for a week just so he could hold her day and night. God, how he loved her.

  * * * *

  When Dale finished, Isabel still kept her head down, her wet hair dripping. He had no clue as to what she was thinking or feeling, but it was his turn.

  Brad had rehearsed what to say to her when he saw her. He hadn’t slept last night going over the perfect words, and he’d even practiced the speech with Dale on the flight here. But he remembered none of it. Not a word. Just that he needed her to know how he felt.

  With the most nervous breath he’d ever taken, he sent a little prayer that what he said now would at least come out in some form she could understand.

  “I have loved you since I had the honor to watch over you. I’m so in love with you it tears me apart when I wake up without you. Which, by the way, will change because you’re not sleeping by yourself anymore.” He grinned and continued. “I trust you with my life. My heart is in your hands. It’s yours. Open. Vulnerable. I’m yours.”

  Shit, it hurt to breathe, and his hands shook, but damn it was good to finally tell her. No matter what, she knew how he felt. Finally, and hopefully not too late, he’d opened his heart to her.

  No, it wouldn’t be too late because he’d convince her to be with them if that’s what it took. There was no way they’d lose her now. He was damned if he and Dale were leaving here without her. He loved her, more than he could ever show her, but he had the rest of his life to try.

  * * * *

  Isabel was dizzy, not believing this was happening, yet they stood here, inches from her, and told her they loved her.

  She’d never allowed herself to dream that they’d both one day confess their love to her, but here they were. Brad trusted her with his heart, and Dale swore there was no one else for him.

  She raised her eyes to them. Dale, oh so handsome and sweet, was looking at her with his Hershey Kisses eyes, almost child-like in anticipation. Brad, not a trace of arrogance on his face, gazed at her with unguarded love.

  “I’ve loved you both my whole life,” she started with a trembling voice. “I’d watch you both over that fence and wish it were me you held in your arms at night by the pool. I grew up dreaming that someday you’d find me and love me as I loved you. And I hated myself for being with another person because all I saw were your eyes.” She sniffed, trying to catch her voice again. Brad’s hand was in her hair, and she still held Dale’s. “And you never failed me. Even when I fought you, you were both there for me. Aside from my grandfather, you are the first men I’ve trusted, the first I’ve come to depend on. And I would very much like to spend my life with the two of you. Fighting and all.”

  Dale kissed her first, a slow, loving kiss that sealed her life with him. His mouth moved over hers with a gentleness that incited her desire, aroused every nerve to a peak, and rushed cream furiously down to her sex.

  Brad’s body pressed to her back, and she left Dale’s mouth for Brad’s. She committed to Brad as well, in an embrace that left Isabel breathless and feeling wanton. She was owned by two men and freed by their passionate love.

  Their hands were on her, aggressive, tearing, yanking, so that she stood naked, trapped between the unleashed power of their muscular bodies.

  Their need for her was fierce and the urgency to consummate her new relationship whipped through her veins. Lust and love combined in a destructive force that drove her to a torturous hunger.

  Her hands found shirts and tore them from their bodies, aching to touch, to feel. They undid their belts, yanking on them to finally be rid of their pants.

  Dale stepped away for a moment, leaving her cold and lonely for the warmth that only two bodies could provide. She then noticed the covered wound on Brad and brushed her fingers over the medical tape, her eyes watering.

  But Brad pulled her into his arms, suddenly lifting her and carrying her into the bedroom, showing her just how well he’d recovered.

  He laid her down on the bed, spreading her naked body for his eyes. Dale followed them, standing on the other side. Their naked bodies stood ready to pounce, with miles of muscles from their shoulders to their flat abs.

  Her chest heaved, her body a buffet waiting to be devoured. Her nipples budded under the gaze of two starving beasts. Her cream, bubbling hot, oozed between her fluttering lips down toward the comforter.

  “You’re ours,” Brad told her, his eyes a searing blue that singed her heart. “And we’re never letting you go.”

  “Promise?” she asked breathily.

  They were on her. Wild and hungry. She moaned in delicious surrender.

  Brad lowered his mouth to a taut nipple, licking and nipping the tip. Her throat trembled with a growl like a wild cat, and her head pressed back.

  “I love your breasts,” he murmured between bites and licks.

  Dale lay on his stomach and brought his face to the feast that waited for him.

  He lapped her sugar, holding the slit closed, and flicked his tongue toward the hot button. Her body jerked at the wild sensations of his mouth on her ultrasensitive cleft.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped loudly, bucking and thrashing.

  Dale held her down with his arms, groaning as he licked the juices that slid between her slit.

  She needed it. Oh, she wanted it. The aching. She was so wet. She gritted her teeth. Her fingers dove into their hair, each hand gripping, flexing.

  Dale spread her tender labia and closed his mouth over her pussy.

  “Oh, yes! Please!” She shuddered violently, lifting her hips to his tongue.

  “You are my daily dose of sugar, love. I want to eat your pussy every day,” Dale told her huskily, before dipping his tongue into her moist folds.

  Brad drew one peak into his mouth and lowered his hand to her clit, pinching it between two fingers before rolling a finger over the screaming nub.

  Needing, hurting for release, Isabel exploded, coming as one man pushed his tongue into her channel and another played with her clit. The sensations of their hands, mouths, and tongues on her were cataclysmic, a collision of rough and smooth on her wantonly possessed body.

  “You look amazing when you come, princess,” Brad told her as her clitoral orgasm receded.

  He lifted and turned her so she lay on her side, facing him, and draped her leg over his. Taking his heavily engorged dick in his hand, he led the large head to her drenched cunt. He held her thigh and entered her in one thrust. She was so wet that he immediately bounced against her cervix.

  Isabel’s eyes flew open, moist with pleasure tears, and as she looked up at him, he lowered his mouth to hers.

  He moved inside her slowly, and she became wild with the need to feel him slam against her. But he held her still, silencing her with his tongue that swirled with hers.

  Heavily lubricated fingers slid across her anal entrance, warning her of the pleasures yet to come. Dale pushed a digit in, stretching her ring, preparing her. The cool numbing gel in her rear was a sharp contrast to the liquid fire wrapped around Brad’s cock throbbing in her pussy, titillating her nerves and renewing her need for release, a much deeper, muscular climax.

  Dale replaced his fingers with the narrow tip of a plug and twisted it past her ring. Her muscles stretched, and her hidden fibers awakened to the welc
omed invasion.

  “Yes, open up. Relax. It’s a bigger plug, to prepare you,” Dale explained softly.

  Isabel threw her head back when her heated passages came into contact with each other. Filled, swollen, she groaned, a deep sound from her throat, a desperate longing. She’d dreamed, waited. Oh, fuck, she wanted it, both men fucking both her holes, the culmination of all they’d taught her, of everything they’d prepared her body for. Together, in sync.

  But Brad and Dale had tested her, prolonged the prize, to addict her. Yes, control and dominate. She knew it would only get better. And tonight, she’d find out how much.

  “You will experience more pleasure tonight, princess, than you might think you can handle. Trust us. You can.”

  Brad lifted her and rolled onto his back, bringing her along to straddle him. He pulled her wet hair back and laced both hands behind her neck, lowering her down to his mouth.

  “Oh, she’s ready, Brad,” Dale stated, thrusting the toy in and out of her burning back portal.

  Isabel couldn’t take it much longer. She knew what would happen. Her anticipation pulsated frantically in her simmering blood. She moaned, feeling Brad throb deep inside and not able to move to ride him.

  Flames whipped her body, her desire mounting and demanding their bodies on her, inside her.

  “It’s time,” Dale said very roughly.

  And when the plug slipped out and the head of Dale’s cock entered her readied channel, tidal waves of burning pleasure and sinful agony crashed and covered her. He pressed deeper, stretching her, passing the ring, and reached the point where two cocks began to fight each other for space, and Isabel screamed.

  “Yes. Sí. Oh, dámelo. Give it to me!”

  Dale gripped her hips tightly, pushing his way inside her slowly. Gently. Killing her softly.

  “Please. Please.” She moaned, trying to break their hold on her and grind into them both.

  “Okay,” Dale said through gritted teeth, alerting Brad.