Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Graham, Jan

  Angel turned around to see the dark-haired God who had disappeared from the window moments before. He was nearly the same height as the blond Adonis but had short, dark hair rather than the alluring curls of the other man. His shoulders were broad and firm, just the sort of thing Angel would imagine sinking her nails into as she orgasmed beneath him. She felt her heart begin to race and moisture pool between her legs. Being in such close proximity to them was intoxicating, but she knew these men were way out of her league. And she couldn’t let herself walk into something that would end up breaking her heart. Even though the sheer, dominant male force they presented nearly overwhelmed her, she had the feeling that they were two really nice men. They hadn’t grabbed her boobs or used crude pickup lines on her, even after the now-regrettable straw-sucking incident. For a moment Angel nearly accepted, but then she suddenly remembered her genetic flaw and told herself that looks could be deceiving.

  “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t accept, and if I don’t leave now, I’ll miss my train,” Angel stated politely. “I got the barman to call me a cab, and it’s probably waiting for me outside.”

  “Fair enough. If you have to go, then we accept that.” Angel heard a hint of disappointment in Daniel’s voice and she got the distinct impression that it was far from what he wanted to say. If the look of lust that filled his gaze was anything to go by, then letting Angel leave was the last thing he wanted to do.

  “Of course we don’t have to like that you’re leaving without spending time with us.” Angel’s gaze moved back to Christian. “Sure you won’t reconsider?” His smile was more than charming.

  They were losing her. Christian wanted to grab hold of her and beg her to stay, or pick her up and kidnap her back to their house. As he looked at her succulent body and felt her sweet voice swamp his senses, he had to fight the urge to get all primal and claim her as his own.

  “Thank you.” Her eyes moved from one brother to the other. “It was nice meeting you both. Maybe I’ll see you again.”

  Christian saw her smile before turning to walk away. He felt like he was losing something more precious than life as she walked toward the door. She suddenly turned back around, her eyes locking onto Daniel’s.

  “Oh, I forgot to say something.” Her eyes twinkled as she spoke. “Welcome home, Daniel.”

  “Wait, what’s your name?” Christian called after her as she turned away again.

  “Cinderella,” she yelled back over her shoulder, laughing as she walked out the door.

  Christian stood next to Daniel staring at the hustle of bodies coming and going from the club, and from the look on his brother’s face Christian knew they were both feeling a profound and unexplainable sense of loss.

  “I had the strangest thought when we were talking to her. I just wanted to pick her up and take her home. Did you feel the same urge to do that or was it just me?” Christian heard Daniel ask as he stared at the door to the club.

  “Yes.” Christian turned to face Daniel. “So…what the fuck do we do now, Einstein, because I certainly can’t track her down under the name of Cinderella.” Christian’s voice had an edge of anger and Daniel appeared surprised at his outburst. Admittedly, he was usually relaxed and calm. Although Daniel was usually the one to get edgy, tonight, for some reason, he was the one looking calm and peaceful.

  “Cinderella. Now that was funny. It would have been truly poetic if she had left a shoe behind.” Christian couldn’t believe Daniel was actually laughing. “Cinderella…That was a bit cheeky, though. I think I’ll give her a spanking for that.”

  “Why are you so happy?” Christian couldn’t believe Daniel was so jovial.

  “She’s the one. We’ve found her.” Daniel stated before turning around and heading back to the party.

  Christian was becoming infuriated with his brother, sure that if he had been left to his own devices they would be upstairs with her at the party by now. Sometimes Daniel could be too sensible for his own good. Right now Christian just wanted to punch his brother’s overconfident and optimistic face.

  “Yes, Daniel I agree. She is the one. Yes, we found her.” Christian stopped Daniel just as he got to the stairs. “And we let her walk away without even getting her name. How do you suppose we find her again?”

  “We’ll find her, or she’ll find us… it’s meant to be. All we have to do is be patient.”

  Fuck patient. What had gotten into Daniel? Was his cock so hard after talking to their Cinderella that he had no blood left anywhere in his body? And where the hell would being patient get them? Christian was never one for sitting back and waiting. He was going to get answers. He had a plan.

  Daniel could hardly believe what he was saying. Maybe he had drunk too much at the party and it had sent him into some kind of euphoric state where the world was perfect and love always found a way. Or maybe it was her. Daniel didn’t expect Christian to understand, but he just felt they would cross paths again. He was sure this was definitely not going to be the only encounter with their cheeky fairy-tale girl. After his observations tonight, Daniel was positive that if they had come across as overbearing, they would have lost her. By letting her leave, he suspected the next time they met it would be a lot easier to win her over. The brothers walked upstairs in silence.

  “I’m going to talk to the lesbians,” Christian stated. “I’ll make them tell me who she is and where she lives. If they won’t tell me, then I’ll go to the café and talk to the waiter. He kissed her…the waiter kissed our woman.

  The nerve of him. I might just hit him for that.”

  “Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?” Daniel stared at Christian in amusement. Christian never went all macho like this over a woman.

  “I’m going to talk to these women, and if you have the same smug amused look on your face when I get back, I’ll practice my swing on you before going to see café boy.” Christian snarled.

  “Yeah, good luck with that…on both counts,” Daniel said as Christian headed down the hall toward the private rooms.

  “Good luck with what?” Daniel turned to see Max, their friend of twenty years, standing at the top of the stairs. Max was a Master in his late sixties. He had instructed the brothers when they were young Doms and had earned their trust and respect. Both men viewed Max as somewhat of a father figure within the BDSM scene.

  “Christian is going to join a bunch of kinky lesbians in one of the private play rooms.” Daniel smiled, giving his friend a hug before turning back to stare at his brother.

  Max laughed and walked over to Christian. He placed an arm around Christian’s shoulder and began to walk him back toward Daniel.

  “I may have neglected to fill you in on some of the finer details of life.” Max was speaking in a clear, slow, concise manner as he addressed Christian. “So in case I left this bit out, I’ll tell you now. Lesbians don’t play with men. They play with other women. It’s an exclusive club. So unless you want to become a eunuch, I would suggest you give the ladies down the hall a miss and go back to your own party. Now, the question of why you would be approaching a group of lesbians is troubling me, but I think I may understand a little of what’s going on. So, if you are having a problem finding a sub, or you’re just looking at getting laid, then I will lend you my girl for a few days.” Max slapped Christian on the back and directed his next question to Daniel. “Now where is this party?”

  “Right this way, old man,” Daniel replied, holding the door open for both men to enter. Christian reluctantly joined them. Obviously Max’s presence had given him breathing space to reassess his options.

  “By the way, I’m wondering where the lovely Miss D is. Don’t tell me you’ve let her run away?” Daniel asked. Miss D, or Deanna, had been Max’s submissive for the last ten years, and Max often joked that her insatiable kinky appetite would be the death of him.

  “Arr yes, Miss D is escorting a friend down to the train station. Poor thing had taken so long to come out of the club, her taxi t
ook another fare. We spotted her running up the road as we were arriving.” Max seemed to go into a trance as he continued

  “Beautiful sight…breasts nearly bouncing out of her dress…high boots shimmering in the moonlight…rubies sparkling around her neck. Her hair…Oh, but I digress.” Max drew himself back to reality.

  “So, problem solved. I put her in the car and told the driver to deliver her to the station. But not before I gave her a firm slap on the arse for her tardiness with the taxi. And a beautiful arse she has, truly gorgeous.” Max gave a cheeky wink.

  “I sent Deanna with her because she looked a little flustered about something, and I thought they could have a girly chat. I did try to get the beautiful young Angel to come to the party with us, but she insisted on going home. Shame though, she’s a gem, a little reckless at times, particularly when she’s horny. I must organise for the two of you to meet her now that she is single again.”

  Daniel wanted to let out a yell of victory. Max was a wealth of information, and he didn’t even realise it. A girl running to the station, insistent on going home. Daniel looked over at Christian, whose frown had been erased by a broad smile. Daniel knew exactly what he was thinking. It had to be her. After all, the most beautiful woman in the world could easily be described as an angel.

  Chapter Three

  Angel walked through her front door around : a.m. The train trip home was uneventful, and she was so thankful she had run into Max and De or she would have certainly missed the train. The house felt different, safer than it had in years. After turning on the reading lamp in the lounge area, Angel made a cool drink and put on some relaxing music. It had been a good night, she reflected. She knew she had done the right thing leaving when she did, although she would have liked to get to know those brothers a bit more. They seemed so nice, not like the other Doms that had approached her tonight. They were fine for her to decide to leave. They hadn’t just assumed she would obey them and stay. Christian and Daniel had been respectful toward her. Even when she rejected their offer to attend the party, they had maintained calm, even tones and politely let her go on her way. Angel sighed. If only she had met them at a different time in her life, she probably would have agreed to get to know them better. They both had the most beautiful eyes and bodies. Out of everyone she had seen tonight, they certainly made her pussy moisten and heart skip a beat. Angel wished she had been able to stay but knew that now was not the time to meet anyone.

  As she sat contemplating the evening, Angel came to the conclusion that if she was meant to be with the brothers, then time shouldn’t matter. She would meet them again if it was destined to be. Angel knew she really had to give herself time to recover from the last five years. She needed time to heal, and she still had things to sort out in relation to Samuel’s death. She had to look for somewhere else to live and saving the money to do that would take a while. Angel hadn’t even thought about where she could move to. Back to the city had crossed her mind, or maybe even down near Max and De, if that was possible. She had no idea what rental prices were like down there but assumed they would be cheaper than living in the city. As she headed to the bedroom, Angel decided to ring De within the next few days and talk to her about rentals in the area. Angel sat on the edge of the bed, unzipped her boots, and kicked them off. The last thing she remembered was lying down on the bed and trying to summon the energy to get changed out of her clothes.

  Angel woke with a start as she felt a hand run up her stocking-covered leg. She was just about to scream when a large hand covered her mouth, and she thought she saw the glint of steel out of the corner of her eye.

  “Samuel,” she gasped in her semiawake state as the hand tightened over her mouth.

  “Hello, Angel, you look particularly ravishing. I hope you wore that dress for me,” Adrian said, one hand still firmly over her mouth and the other climbing slowly up toward her thigh. “Do you promise me that you won’t scream if I take my hand away?”

  Angel nodded beneath his grip, and Adrian removed his hand from her mouth.

  “You look incredibly tempting this morning.” Adrian smiled down at her. He ran his hand down the side of her face and neck before letting it roam around the cleavage at the top of her dress. Angel tried to sit up, attempting to push him away as she shimmied closer to the head of the bed.

  “What are you doing here, Adrian?” Angel’s voice was flat and emotionless. She realised the lounge room light was on, casting a soft light into the bedroom. She had been sleeping so peacefully before his intrusion. “How did you get in here, and who is in the lounge room?”

  “I used my key, and I’m here alone. I put the light on when I walked in, but you didn’t wake up. You were sleeping like a baby. I made myself a drink, had a look around, and decided that you were definitely the most interesting thing in this whole house. By the way, you haven’t said you’re happy to see me.” Adrian smirked.

  “I’m not, and how do you have a key to my house?” Angel pushed his hand out from under her dress. “Stop touching me and tell me what you want,” she demanded as forcefully as she could.

  Adrian stood up, removing his jacket and hanging it on the handle of the wardrobe. He walked around the other side of the bed and lay down next to her.

  “I want many things from you, Angel, but mainly I want to talk.” He rolled onto one elbow to face her. “I want to say thank you for finding the information that Samuel had in regard to me. Did you read any of it before you called me?”

  “No, Adrian, I just assumed when I saw pictures of you in the envelope that it must have been what you were looking for. I didn’t read any of the papers because I didn’t want to know anything about you. I have no intention of knowing anything in case you feel I may be some sort of threat. I happen to value my life,” Angel responded honestly.

  “You are very wise. I knew you were more than a pretty face. The only problem is you didn’t give me everything that I wanted. You see, I am missing an accounts ledger, and Samuel had it before he passed away.” Adrian moved closer to Angel. The smell of his expensive aftershave tantalised her senses. If nothing else, Adrian always smelt delicious. “You don’t happen to know where that might be, do you?”

  “I didn’t find any ledger. I gave you everything I found. Anything I didn’t give you is in garbage bags in Samuel’s bedroom.” Angel moved slightly, trying to extend the distance between Adrian and her. She’d be damned if she’d give into the urge to nuzzle into the crook of his neck just to take in more of his scent. Moving away was the best option to relieve the strange desire to do so. Not wanting to let her go anywhere, Adrian placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer until he had her virtually underneath him.

  “I collected that rubbish earlier tonight, just in case you overlooked something important while you were cleaning up.” He nuzzled his head into her neck, brushing against her hair with his face. “You do smell so nice. I’d rather fuck you than kill you, Angel. I need that ledger.”

  Angel couldn’t believe he had just placed her right where she didn’t want to be, surrounded by the delicious smell of that aftershave that was now mixed with male body heat as he lay against her.

  “I don’t have it, Adrian, and I would certainly rather be fucked than killed.” Angel knew it was a stupid thing to say, but she was starting to get anxious, and strangely aroused…Good God, she was never going to drink again. All she had to do was keep her wits about her. If she did the wrong thing, Adrian would kill her without even blinking. He was that kind of man.

  “Take your time and give a little thought as to where it might be…I’m in no rush.” Adrian kissed the side of her neck before looking into her eyes. “Where would Samuel keep a ledger?”

  Angel felt Adrian’s hand move from her waist upward, cupping her breast. He smiled at her as her nipple hardened under the tight bodice. His fingers flicked over the tiny bump a few times only moving away after he had elicited a reluctant little moan from Angel’s lips.

  “Are you t
hinking about what I asked, Angel?” His hand left her breast and slid firmly down over her abdomen.

  “Yes.” Angel hated the fact that he had aroused her. She reminded herself that she hated this man, feared him. She wanted nothing to do with him.

  “Good.” Adrian smirked. “I am assuming that the yes was in relation to you thinking, rather than consent for me to continue to feel your voluptuous body.” Adrian let his hand roam from her belly down over her groin then down her leg to the tip of her dress’s hem.

  “You’re distracting my thought process. Please stop,” Angel said, all the while cursing her body for becoming aroused by Adrian’s gentle touch. She hadn’t felt a gentle touch for so long. She wanted her body to stop responding to this deadly man. God knows she wasn’t giving her body permission to react this way.

  “I thought you’d like it. In fact, I’m convinced you do.” Adrian glanced down at Angel’s breasts, her erect nipples clearly visible under the tight bodice. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. She felt his tongue press against her lips as his hand slid under her dress. Angel’s lips parted to receive his tongue in unison with her thighs, which spread just enough to allow his hand access to the lace knickers covering her pussy. As his tongue explored her mouth, she felt his fingers push aside the lace and run along the moist, swollen lips in between her legs.

  Angel pushed the thought of who was touching her out of her mind and concentrated on the touch. It was so sensual, tender, and gentle, she wanted more. Angel started to kiss Adrian back. Placing her hand on his cheek, she knew she should push him away, but her fingers crept into his hair, entangling them in the dark strands as she kissed him harder. She could feel his cock was hard, pressing against the trousers he wore as his body lay against hers.

  I shouldn’t be doing this. She tried to regain her senses.

  Angel felt his fingers slowly part her pussy lips and slide into her wetness. She moaned deeply, feeling the pressure of one finger circling her engorged clit.