by Katie Allen
When he chuckled, the sound was still so new and heartbreakingly wonderful that she couldn’t help but smile. He gazed at her, his hazel eyes peeking through the unruly hair falling over his forehead.
“I like hearing you laugh,” she said, looking at him.
“Yeah,” Ari said roughly from where he’d been standing behind her, his hands back on her shoulders and his thumbs running up and down her neck. “I’ve missed hearing you, B.”
Benjy’s gaze shifted to Ari. “Ever since that day,” his face grew serious and sad, “after I killed that guy, the words were just...gone.”
“What happened?” Daphne asked tentatively, feeling illogically as if the wrong question would rebury B in silence. “That day?”
He met her eyes for a long moment before he spoke. “Training exercise. I couldn’t do it, couldn’t take that guy out. Before, A and Cal would always cover for me. For Ed and D, too, after they arrived, but mostly for me. That day, those fuckers held a gun to A’s head. Said if I didn’t kill the mark, they’d kill Ari. So I shot him. Cal and Ari couldn’t do the dirty work for me, not that day.” His voice was full of self-disgust.
“Don’t fucking feel bad for having morals,” Ari snapped. “It’s not a commendable thing to be a heartless bastard.”
“You’re not heartless,” Daphne told him, leaning back against him. “A bastard, maybe—”
With a mock snarl, he grabbed her sides, tickling her mercilessly. She laughed hysterically, trying to wiggle away from his torturing fingers. Before she could escape, his touches changed, becoming more sensual and less teasing, and she stopped trying to get away.
It was Benjy, watching her melt with heated eyes, who picked her up and tossed her onto the mattress. In seconds, both of the guys were naked and on the bed, hovering on either side of her. Looking back and forth between their equally intense gazes, she swallowed, her nerves pinging at the anticipation of their dual attack on her senses, and then Ari was kissing her, and everything else disappeared.
Everything else, that was, except for Benjy, who fastened his lips around her nipple and sucked. There was no more teasing like there’d been when he’d kissed her. His mouth was strong and wet, tugging with his lips and then scoring the tip of her breast with his teeth.
Arching her back, she gasped against Ari’s mouth. He immediately took advantage of her parted lips, delving his tongue inside and taking over as he always liked to do. His hand cupped her skull, his fingers buried in her hair, and he turned her as he wished, adjusting the angle so his tongue could penetrate farther. She loved this, being his captive doll, especially because she knew he—and Benjy—were just as enslaved to her as she was to them.
B’s mouth switched breasts, enveloping her other nipple and leaving the first wet and aching, just like the rest of her. He bit and sucked, making her twist from the mix of pleasure and pressure, and her ever-increasing noises were muffled by Ari’s mouth.
She was sweating and desperate by the time B kissed his way down her belly. Ari took over at her breasts, his touch as amazing but completely different from Benjy’s. With no one kissing her, she was free to cry out with each new sensation, and a tiny portion of her brain was aware of just how loud she was getting. Grabbing a pillow, she pulled it to her face and bit down on the stuffing-filled fabric to stifle her moans.
Benjy lay on his stomach, his face between her thighs. Catching both of her legs behind her knees, he pushed them up and apart until she was spread open for him, the air cool on her smoldering pussy. Without giving her a chance to brace for his touch, Benjy ran his tongue along the length of her slit, bottom to top, and gave her clit a suck at the end.
“You taste good,” he rumbled, before returning his lips to her clitoris.
She could feel the vibrations of his words against her most sensitive place. The attention to her clit, mixed with the sound of his voice—a voice she hadn’t known if she’d ever hear—was enough to make her come. As she cried out into her pillow, every muscle in her body drew tight, curving her like a loaded bow.
She collapsed back into the mattress, as limp as she’d been tense just a short time before. Benjy chuckled, his lips lightly brushing her pussy, and a fresh shiver ran from the point of contact to her brain.
“Turn over,” Ari ordered. When she started to roll her languorous body onto her stomach, he stopped her halfway with a hand on her hip. She looked at him in surprise, but he hadn’t been addressing her. Instead, his gaze was on Benjy, who stretched out on his back, making his straining cock stand up in stark relief from his body.
Unable to help herself, she sat up and reached out her hand, closing her fingers around his erection. He shut his eyes, his expression strained. That wasn’t enough now that she knew she could get him to make noise. Squeezing just firmly enough to make his hips jerk, she slid her tight fist to the base of his cock and then back up, rubbing her thumb in a circle once she’d reached the leaking tip.
“You should lick it,” Ari suggested in a wicked tone. “Taste him again.”
“No,” B groaned, although his hips pushed up in direct contradiction to his verbal objection. “Won’t last.”
Palming the back of Daphne’s neck, Ari nudged her closer to the erection in front of her. “Yes, you will.” It was a command, not a reassurance.
Although he tensed, Benjy didn’t move away as she lowered her head. He lay still, tense with need, until her lips brushed against the end of his cock. His hips flexed as he made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a yelp. She smiled. Every sound that came from him was a gift.
When the tip of her tongue touched where her lips had just been, he jerked again. This time, the head of his cock pressed into her mouth. She let him in, sucking as he slid inside and rubbing her tongue along the underside.
“Can’t!” B jackknifed into a sitting position and pulled his erection out of her mouth. When she looked up at him in surprise, he shook his head. “I’m too close,” he panted. He shot a look from beneath his lashes at Ari. “Sorry.”
A was smirking as he ripped open a small packet and handed the condom to Daphne. “I’m about to blow just watching her suck you,” he said. When Daphne warily eyed the unwrapped condom, flipping it over and then back again, Ari arranged it in her fingers and guided her hands toward Benjy’s cock. B leaned back on his elbows to give them room, his breath speeding up until he was panting.
With Ari’s help, she rolled the condom down Benjy’s length, unable to resist giving his sheathed erection a few unnecessary strokes. He was pumping his cock into her hand by the time she was finished. Her breath caught as Ari latched on to either side of her waist and lifted her effortlessly. As Benjy steadied his cock with a fist wrapped around the base, Ari brought her down on B’s erection.
Both she and Benjy gasped as his girth stretched her inner walls. His invasion was eased by her plentiful moisture, and his cock sank deep inside her as Ari lowered her body at a slow but relentless pace. There was a helpless quality to the sensation, this feeling that her full impalement was inevitable, which made Daphne’s pussy even wetter. She wondered for a moment if something was wrong with her, for this to make her so hot, but then Benjy’s cock rubbed a sensitive spot inside her in exactly the right way, and Daphne stopped thinking.
Even when Benjy was buried as deeply as he could go, Ari kept his hands on Daphne’s waist. He lifted her and then brought her down again, driving Benjy’s cock even deeper. B raised his hips to meet the thrust. He wrapped his hands around her back, drawing her down with him as he lay flat. Her nipples, so tight they almost hurt, burned as they brushed his chest.
Ari had released her once Benjy pulled her down. Although she was distracted by the feel of B’s body against hers, inside and out, she still wondered where A had gone. Just as the thought crossed her mind, he returned, his hands massaging her ass cheeks.
Wit
h a pleasured sound, she squirmed into his touch, squeezing her inner walls around Benjy’s cock and making him groan. With one hand, Ari spread her cheeks, exposing her anus to the chilly air. Something hard and small pushed against her rear entrance and slid inside her ass. Once she felt the coolness of lubricant coat her back passage, she realized the object was the nozzle of a lube bottle.
Ari pulled the container away and replaced it with his finger, pushing past any timid resistance until the entire digit was lodged inside her. After a few thrusts, he entered her with two fingers, making her squirm and whimper. Like before, she wasn’t sure if she was fighting his invading fingers or if she wanted to drive them deeper. Either way, she didn’t accomplish anything except to wiggle Benjy’s cock even farther into her pussy. With a grunt, B grabbed her hips and kept her still.
“That’s it,” Ari said, the roughness in his voice stealing her breath. “Hold her.”
The blunt tip of his cock pushed at her puckered entrance until she relaxed enough to let him in. He was gentle yet inexorable as he buried his erection deep inside her, only stopping when his balls rested against her ass.
They were both still for a few moments as she struggled to adjust to the joint penetration. It didn’t really hurt, except for a slight pulling ache, but she felt so full.
“Shit,” Ari breathed, his heavy exhale stirring her hair. “You feel so fucking good.”
Daphne gave a breathless giggle. “You sound like Cal.”
With a mock growl, Ari bit down lightly on her shoulder. “Cal’s been telling you that you feel good?”
Her laugh was fuller that time, but it was cut short when Ari pulled part of the way out and then slid back into her ass. He grunted and then shifted onto his side, bringing Daphne with him. As Benjy’s cock retreated from her pussy, she whimpered her objection, making him grin.
To her relief, her pussy wasn’t empty for long. B followed them onto their sides and plunged back inside her. She gasped as he reentered her channel, tightened by the presence of Ari’s cock in her ass.
Slowly at first, both men began to slide in and out of her holes, the friction of their cocks rubbing in tandem against her inner walls, making her shiver and moan. As they began to speed up, Benjy kissed her, his leisurely exploration of her mouth in direct contrast to the ferocity of his pistoning cock.
Now that her body had adjusted to him, Ari thrust harder, slamming his erection deep into her body. His gentle nibbles on her neck and shoulders were also becoming sharper, more intense.
Their hands were everywhere. Daphne had difficulty telling whose was where, if Ari was plucking her nipples, squeezing hard enough to hurt in the best way, or if he was playing with her clit. Someone was squeezing her hip, pulling her into each thrust, front and back. The sensations merged into one spinning vortex of pleasure, and she came hard, her body squeezing both cocks.
When they felt her reaction, their thrusts grew deeper and faster, that inhumanly quick rhythm that drove her over the edge once again. Benjy joined her, his climax silent despite his recently returned speech. Daphne, still drifting in the euphoria of her own orgasm, watched his face and decided that she didn’t mind his noiseless peak. It was a part of him, and she loved it.
With a final flurry of thrusts, Ari froze and then let out a long, deep groan as he came. His body stiffened, his hips jerking slightly as he stayed buried deep inside her. Even after they came, both men petted and stroked her, their touches light and soothing now that the intensity was past.
As reality returned, Daphne paused. She’d been stroking first Benjy’s arm and then Ari’s, who had it draped across her waist. “What’s next?” she asked, her voice small.
“Give me a minute, and we can do this again,” Ari said in a low, rumbly voice.
Although she laughed, anxiety returned quickly. “No, I mean...tomorrow. And the day after that.”
Giving her a sweet smile, Benjy kissed her ear. “We do this again tomorrow. And the day after that.”
It was Ari’s turn to laugh. Despite her sated condition, the vibrations of his body made her shiver in a good way. “I can get behind that.”
“At the lodge?” She tried to focus the conversation more on the nonsexual details of the future, which was made more difficult by the fact that both men were still buried inside her.
“If you want.” Ari grew still behind her as he carefully picked his words. “Or we could live somewhere else, if that’s too remote for you.”
She smiled, relaxing into the mattress. “I like the lodge.”
“What about your work?”
She considered that for a moment. “I can always set up a practice locally. Dutton is only, what? An hour away? Maybe I could schedule appointments just two or three days a week, to cut down on the commuting days.”
“Sure?” Ari asked.
“Yes.” Her answer was definite. “You guys are what’s important. Besides, I love the lodge.”
“Then we’ll stay there.” Relief was clear in his voice.
Benjy just smiled, but it was enough.
Chapter Seventeen
Four days later, they were allowed to return to the lodge. To Daphne’s surprise and delight, all nine of them planned to stay—at least for the immediate future.
“It’s kind of strange,” Claire said a couple of weeks after they’d all returned, rubbing her still-flat stomach. “I keep forgetting not to be scared.”
Lauren rolled out dough for pie crust. Although she’d never made a pie from scratch before, she said she was determined to have homemade pie for Christmas. “I know. It hasn’t sunk in for me either.”
“You must be so excited, though,” Daphne said to Claire as she mixed the stuffing. All nine of them had started making Christmas dinner, but, when the chaos had overwhelmed the kitchen and Ed had started his second fire, the three women had kicked all the guys outside to go snowshoeing. “Now that the threat of the lab jerks isn’t hanging over our heads anymore, you can relax and enjoy your pregnancy.”
Claire snorted. “Tell that to Ed. He’s still pacing.”
“Get used to it.” Lauren laughed. “He’s probably going to be wearing paths on the floor until that kid is eighteen.”
“Probably.” Claire reached over, her engagement ring catching the light, and snagged some chopped walnuts from the pile ready to go into the stuffing.
“Hey!” Daphne hunched protectively over her nuts. “Your relationship with food has obviously improved.”
“Yes, thank God,” Claire said around her mouthful of walnuts. “For a while, I thought I was going to starve to death before this baby was born.”
“Congratulations on the job, by the way, Daph,” Lauren said. “When will that start?”
“In January. And thanks.” Daphne couldn’t help smiling. Although she could only imagine her parents’ horrified reaction when they heard about the detour her promising career had taken, she was excited about traveling to area schools three days a week to offer speech therapy sessions. “I’m looking forward to it. It’s not what I thought I’d be doing when I was in grad school, but life hasn’t exactly gone as planned this past month.”
Claire snorted. “Tell me about it.”
“So true,” Lauren agreed. “Just think, a few months ago, I was a corporate drone living a loveless existence with a crush on a hairy mail guy. Claire, you hated your job and weren’t knocked up. Daphne, you were engaged to that ass. The guys were all running for their lives. Now, Dr. K and her evil posse are in FBI custody. The lab is history. The guys are media heroes and, thanks to Agent Cassidy, are close to finding out their backstories. In fact, Ari already has his. Cal is no longer hairy or a mail guy, but he is mine. Claire, you got your man, are having a baby, and you saved your rat. As far as Daph’s ex-fiancé goes, he’s headed to prison, even though he gave up the lo
cation of that safety deposit box and his clients got most of their money back, and you’re living in the mountains with a new job—and not one, but two superhot love slaves. I think it all worked out pretty well.”
As her cheeks flushed at the mention of love slaves, Daphne could only give an awkward nod and concentrate very hard on mixing the chopped walnuts into her stuffing. The three of them worked in silence for a moment, before Lauren broke the quiet with a drawn-out “Sooo...”
Daphne looked up to see the other two looking at her with interest. “So?” she repeated warily.
“So, two of them?” Claire asked with a sly grin. “We’re dying to know what that’s like.”
Blushing so hard she thought her skin would ignite, Daphne concentrated on her stirring. “I don’t know,” she said in a higher-than-normal voice. “Amazing?”
“Yeah, it is,” Benjy growled in her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She shrieked and dropped her spoon into the stuffing.
“B!” She whirled around to face him. “You dummy! Don’t sneak up on me, especially when I’m cooking. There could’ve been a stuffing incident!”
“Sorry,” he apologized, but his smirk said he didn’t really mean it. “Ari and I need to...ah, ask you a question. In our cabin.”
Her blush before had nothing on the fiery red her face was now. “Right. A question.” Despite her embarrassment, she followed as he led her out of the kitchen by the hand. Claire and Lauren burst into laughter.
“Make it a quickie!” Lauren called after them. “We’re opening presents in an hour!”
Ari was waiting in the doorway of their cabin, leaning his shoulder against the frame. His eyes flicked over her, from head to toe, lingering at certain places in between. Just his gaze made her hot, despite the sharp cold in the air.
He stepped back so Benjy could lead her inside the cabin, and then Ari closed the door behind them.
Tugging away from Benjy, Daphne put her hands on her hips, pretending annoyance. “So, what’s this question you have for me?”
