by Jessa Kane
He tugs me up against him and lowers his mouth to mine—
Zeke wraps an arm around me from behind, tucking me back into the curve of his lap. Nick doesn’t like that. With a growl, he goes heavy on the kiss, parting my lips with a determined tongue, the chafe of his beard abrading my chin. And holy God, I never imagined a kiss like this. It sends a ripple through me, shooting electricity to all my extremities at once. From behind me, Zeke sinks tiny bites into my shoulder, sending a low but insistent current to the place inside my panties. But I can’t concentrate or enjoy anything, because I feel the tension radiating between them. It’s resentful and angry and raw.
I pull away from the kiss and dance out of their reach, leaving them panting and aroused, like two deprived beasts. “Maybe we need to set some ground rules?”
Nick swipes the back of his wrist across his mouth. “Not a bad idea.”
Zeke adjusts the bulge in his pants. “Never wanted anyone or anything this goddamn bad, Penny. I don’t like someone else’s hands on you.”
“I hate it, too,” Nick rasps. “Mine.”
They bare their teeth at each other and seem prepared to fight, until I say, “Don’t you want me to feel good?”
“Yes,” Zeke hisses.
Nick nods hard. “More than anything.”
“I’m new at this. I’m new at…men, in general. And now I have two.” I grasp the hem of my nightshirt and pull it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white panties. Self-consciousness tries to take hold, but it fades fast when both men unzip their pants with low, strangled groans and begin touching themselves while looking at me. “Try and remember the other man is making me feel good, too. I love Nick’s kiss, but I also love Zeke’s hands. I need both. Both make me feel special. You want that, don’t you?”
They’re not quite ready to call a truce yet. I can see it in their eyes. There are more fights to come, but something in my heart propels me toward Nick and Zeke. It tells me there will be beauty and contentment on the other side of the negativity. There’s gratitude flowing through me, too, over the way they stood by me in the hospital, the only light in my darkest hours. Following my instincts to please these men, to thank them for being my saviors, I go down on my knees on the floor between them.
“Ah, Jesus,” Nick says. “Look how sweet.”
“Baby’s going to give her first suck.”
At first, all I can do is marvel over the sheer length and thickness of the flesh they strokestrokestoke toward my mouth, the veins straining in their hands, their athletic thigh muscles flexing. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve overheard girls describing the act enough to know men spend the whole time trying not to have rough intercourse with the female’s mouth. But they need to. If I have one goal tonight, it’s to give them permission to lose control. I don’t want them holding back from anything that provides pleasure.
“Ground rules?” Nick grinds out, guiding his erection to my mouth and sliding the salty weight of himself deep, deep toward my throat with a loud curse. “I only need one. No touching her unless all three of us are there. That’s what she needs, that’s what we give her.” He rears back and inches forward with stuttering breaths, making my eyes tear. “But break the rule and I’ll break your neck.”
“Done,” Zeke says through his teeth, his free hand tugging my jaw down so I can take more of Nick. It’s a move that surprises me, but I can feel the possession in his grip. If I’m going to take another man into my mouth, he’s going to have some control over it. I reward him by setting Nick free and turning my head, licking the bead of milky white from Zeke’s erect inches, then swirling my tongue around the head. All the while, I can feel Nick stroking back my hair, like he did in the hospital. Proud, tender. But shaking enough that I know he’s incredibly turned on.
“She’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Nick’s hand moves in my peripheral vision, sliding up and down his swollen girth. “Can’t be easy to stretch that little mouth, but she’s trying for our sake.”
“Fuck yeah,” Zeke rasps, holding my head steady and thrusting deep. “Trying real hard. Sucking on it like she’s already got a taste for come.”
“She will.” Nick guides himself to my lips and Zeke pops out with a groan, allowing himself to be replaced. “Motherfucker,” groans Nick, sliding into my mouth until he hits my throat, making me choke. “Call me sick, but I love the way those wisdom teeth scrape on my cock a little.”
“Hell, I’m sick then, too,” Zeke says, reaching down to capture my breasts. “Paired up with these B-cup titties, we’re going straight to hell.”
“Not before I come down her throat.”
Zeke groans, his hand blurring on his arousal. “You close, man?”
“Christ, yes. She’s sucking on my cock like a champ.”
I sense a solid wall of reluctance in Zeke, but the fingers of his free hand twist in my hair and he tips my head back. “Eyes on him, baby. Watch how hard a man comes for an eager little girl. He can’t do nothing about the need but get rid of it. Now be a good girl and help him.”
Responsibility wells inside me and…heat, too. I’m so hot and dizzy and tingly between my legs. I’m safe and treasured. But I’m also the object of their lust and until now, I didn’t realize how men become animals when they’re on the brink of being satisfied. They’re snarling and grunting above me, jerking their flesh and passing my mouth back and forth, choking on curses when it’s their turn. Hips pumping, rough hands on my chin, in my hair. Toward the end, I’m nothing but a wet hole to them, one they pump into eagerly without any thought to how deep they go or how much I can take. Mine, they growl at each other. Mine.
And maybe I was made for this kind of treatment, because it excites me. My nipples are in tight beads and as soon as I learn to loosen my throat muscles, I stop gagging and savor the robust flavor of male, the ridges along the tips of their flesh, the press of their sacs to my chin.
“Going to give you a big load, sweetheart,” says Nick. “Look at me now. Give me those pretty, grateful eyes while it’s burning down your throat.”
I do as I’m asked and it’s glorious. Watching this veritable giant shudder and grunt his way through a climax, his fingers tangling in my hair. His release goes down thick and salty. I love it. I love it. I want more of this proof of satisfaction—and I get it. As soon as Nick is finished and staggers away with a slack jaw, I’m spun around on my knees and Zeke is spraying come across my lips, driving into my mouth—deep so deep—while he shouts up at the ceiling.
“Fuck!” He presses all the way in and holds, his hips shaking against my mouth. “Tiny mouth, tiny pussy. Going to find out real soon how true that is, ain’t we? Shit. Look how she takes it. One more big swallow, baby. Good.”
When they’re both done, I’m only given a second to revel in the pleasure I provided. Nick picks me up around the waist and throws me down on the couch. “You get her mouth and tits. Been starved for a lick of this pussy.”
Zeke’s hands turn to fists, but he visibly reins in his temper. “Give me a fucking look at it. Took everything I had not to tug down her panties in the hospital.” He drops to his knees beside the couch, where Nick is kneeling between my thighs. “Knew I could make her feel better if she let me use my tongue.”
Excitement and nerves bumping around inside me, I reach out to Zeke and our fingers twine together, just as Nick pulls down my underwear. I expect them to smile or groan, but that’s not what I get.
“Goddamn.”
“Sweet fuck.”
Both men lunge for it like dogs toward a bone, growling their approval, shouldering each other out of the way. Zeke wraps a hand around Nick’s throat, but Nick dislodges it, rearing back to throw a punch.
“No!” I scream, jackknifing on the couch. I’m stunned by my outburst, but watching them fight hurts me in a way I can’t describe. Knowing I need to work fast, I cup Zeke’s face and lure him toward me for a kiss. He falls on me with a rasping exhale, our mouths mating in a
frenzy as I drop my thighs open for Nick.
I wail my pleasure into the kiss as Nick bats my clit around with the tip of his tongue, then sinks in to kiss it, Frenching me between the legs. The buildup in my belly isn’t slow. It’s an avalanche and it picks up speed faster because I have two men encouraging it. Zeke’s right hand finds my nipples, rolling them gently between callused fingers, his mouth slanting over mine with such intensity, I can’t catch my breath. Can’t think. Can’t think. Can only feel.
“No fingering her,” Zeke pulls back to grit out against my lips. “Don’t even put your tongue in her hole. She stays a virgin until we both decide.”
“Until I decide,” I moan, my hips lifting off the couch.
Their dark laughter should make me mad, make me push them away, but I can’t stem the incredible flow of pleasure to save my life. It crashes down on me like cement, capturing me in its grip as I writhe, coming against Nick’s mouth, while Zeke fucks mine. There’s no other word to describe how they claim me. It’s absolute, it’s a taking of ownership…and as I slip from the highest dimension…down, down…into sleep that’s been eluding me, I want nothing more than to have Nick and Zeke own me.
Forever.
But with dark laughter from the shadows still haunting me, I have the growing fear forever might not come…
CHAPTER THREE
Nick
I t’s a good thing Penny sleeps like the dead. Otherwise, I don’t think either of us would feel comfortable working night shifts while the other was home alone with the girl. If we were ravenous for her before, that hunger has only escalated. We stand over her bed for an hour after the pleasure, watching the rise and fall of her chest, tracing the curve of her ass with single-minded possession.
Mine.
That word beats in my veins like a snare drum, never ceasing. But I have to find a way to come to terms with Penny being…ours. I don’t question her determination. Her bravery in the hospital told me all about her metal spine. Not to mention the way she issues ultimatums to two males twice her size. The sweet, sexy fairy I’m living for has nerve—and if she says she’ll leave if we don’t get on board, I believe her.
Last night, Zeke and I couldn’t decide who would sleep beside her, so she ended up in the guest bedroom, at an equal distance between the other two bedrooms. I ached to hold her—and I could tell the other man did, too—but I’m not ready to climb into bed with him. It’s too… vulnerable an act. Too foreign. Something must be decided soon, though, because I can’t guard her to the best of my ability unless she’s wrapped in my arms.
And I must guard her. I haven’t forgotten her father’s final words. Not an accident. Neither Zeke or I have spoken about that warning—but I doubt he has forgotten, either. It has gone unspoken between us that she’s never to be alone and unprotected, but hell, I’m guessing that would be the case, even if she wasn’t in potential danger. We’re already in competition with each other. We sure as shit don’t need any other men sniffing around what’s ours.
I hear the shower shut off, my cock turning to iron in my pants knowing Penny is behind the door, naked and wet. Innocent of men. Tasting like fucking honey between her thighs. Zeke has been on shift at the firehouse since late last night, leaving me to drive Penny to school this morning. I’m far too eager for the act. I want to carry her book bag, kiss her on the forehead as she walks into class. Not for the first time I wonder if I’m some kind of sick fuck. I’ve never wanted these familial duties with another female.
No, it’s all for Penny. She makes me want to provide, to soothe, to be the one she runs to with her problems. Fix it, Daddy.
Penny chooses that moment to emerge from the bathroom, steam clinging to her dewy skin and adding a touch of dampness to her white T-shirt, which stops way too high on her thighs. “I assume you have pants to go with that top.”
She giggles, before sobering. “Oh. You’re serious.”
Her attention drops to my stiff dick and I raise an eyebrow. “That’s exactly why you need pants, sweetheart.”
“But, Nick…”
“Don’t argue with me. You bend in any direction, everyone will see the pretty cunt I licked last night.” She jolts a little at my language, so I clear my throat hard and add, “Pants, please.”
Still, she hesitates.
God, I love the fight in her. I’m known as a grade-A asshole around the firehouse, so arguments are nothing new to me. They’re a part of my life. But I’ve never wanted an argument to end with a girl face down over my lap, my right hand jerking down her panties. Daddy, no!
When she tilts her head at me, I realize some of my thoughts must be showing on my face. “What time is your first class?”
“In about fifteen minutes,” she says, wincing. “I overslept. I was kind of…worn out last night, I guess.”
I move toward Penny, stopping just short of touching her, thanks to the rule I made last night. I hate the fucking rule, but it’s necessary. Without it, I’d be taking her on hands and knees, while her virgin blood dripped down onto the floor. “Go put on pants and I’ll get coffee and a yogurt ready for you to eat in the truck.”
A few seconds of silence pass. “You like taking care of me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I rasp. “Do you like it?”
Thoughts race behind her green eyes. “Yes.” She turns on a heel, giving me a maddening view of her twitching backside. “But that doesn’t mean I’m always going to obey on command,” she murmurs over her shoulder.
It’s through sheer force of will that I don’t follow her to the bedroom. I’m not going to screw up this arrangement, though. If one component of it doesn’t work, the whole thing could fall apart. And in a short time, this girl has become the center of my gravity. I won’t lose her by being too greedy, too fast. There will be time for greed. I’ll make up for my suffering then. Oh yes, I will.
During the drive to school, I want her to get some food in her stomach, so I focus on the road, content to watch her fiddle with the stereo controls. I’m in a good mood because I won the pants battle and she’s got leggings clinging to her incredible legs now. Legs I want to pry apart, so I can sink into the tight hole in between. But I do my damnedest to ignore the erection pressed to the steering wheel and get her to campus. I park in the lot, turn off the ignition and cross to the passenger side, giving her a pleased grunt when she waits, letting me open the door for her.
“Such a gentleman,” she whispers, climbing out. “Are you going to walk me to class next?”
Again, her father’s words invade my thoughts. Not an accident. “Damn right, sweetheart.” I take the book bag from her hand and toss it over my shoulder. “And then I’m going to wait outside.”
Am I imagining the relief that dances across her features? “Well, if you’re going to be around anyway…” She floats backwards toward the three-story building, mischief in her eyes. “There is something you can help me with.”
Ten minutes later, I’m being assaulted by soft measuring tapes, fabric and pins. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted I’d be standing in the middle of a Structured Silhouettes fashion class, chiffon and silk spinning around me. At first, when Penny asks me to act as her model for a male apparel project, I keep my arms crossed and give her an unequivocal “hell no.” But I cave immediately when her eyes fill up with tears and she tries to act like she doesn’t care.
It was a good decision, despite my suffering. I haven’t seen her smile like this before, all bright and excited. In the hospital, her smiles for visitors were forced. This one is real. Her movements are even a little clumsy, because she’s flustered at having gotten her wish. And I somehow managed to make it happen, despite holding the title of world’s biggest bastard.
Penny makes me want to be less of a bastard. Not only that, she makes me want to be…good. For her. I just want to give her the good.
Her nimble fingers move the measuring tape around my collar and she goes up on tiptoes, whispering near my ear. “I kn
ow we need the rule. It keeps things from being unfair, but…are hugs allowed?” She sinks her teeth into her lower lip. “I really, really want to hug you right now.”
My heart rides up into my throat. “Won’t it mess up your pins?”
“I can re-pin them,” she says softly, shifting the tape once, before setting it on the work table. “It would give me more time to hang out with you.”
“You…” I shift in my boots. “You like hanging out with me?”
Her nod is slow as she winds her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek to my chest. “Uh-huh. Even when you’re being all growly.”
Knowing Penny can hear my heart galloping like a fucking racehorse makes me nervous. She’s my weakness and now she knows it. But I can no more pull away than I can stop the sun from setting. “I’m not working a shift today, but I have a lieutenant’s meeting. It starts soon and I’ll have to leave,” I say, lifting my hand to stroke her hair, but letting it drop. Damn rule. “Zeke will be here to take over and drive you home.”
She steps back, head ducked and smiling. “Will you be home for dinner?”
“Yes.” I pause, bringing her eyes up. “Until then, sweetheart, you behave and follow the rule.”
“I will, Nick.”
An hour later, when I pass Zeke on his way into the building, though, I see the starvation for Penny in his expression. And I know it’s not Penny I have to worry about.
* * *
Zeke
I rushed to pick up Penny, because I didn’t go straight to the school after my shift at the firehouse. Nah, I’ve been thinking nonstop about her father’s final words and I’m not leaving her safety to chance. Best I can tell, he wasn’t close to many of his family members, but his sister—Penny’s aunt—seemed uneasy while visiting Penny in the hospital. So I went to her first, hoping to get some information about who would want to hurt Penny’s father. I’m not a cop, but I’ve watched a fuck ton of Law & Order , so possible grudges seemed like the best place to start.
