by Abby Blake
Rick adjusted his cock, the hard rod pressing insistently against the denim of his jeans as he tried to slow his breathing. He’d never thought of himself as a voyeur, but his excitement ramped higher when Zane closed his teeth around her straining nipple and bit down hard. Jenna yelped and tried to move her hands, but Zane held them securely in his.
Desire filled the room as Rick felt her pleasure swell through her. Her knees seemed wobbly, and a look from Zane had him stepping up behind her to hold her steady. Rick quickly removed her shirt and bra and then held her close as Zane licked and suckled her breasts.
She tilted her head back, and Rick couldn’t resist the urge to capture her lips with his own. He feasted on her mouth as Zane lowered to his knees and drove her crazy with teeth and tongue. The rasp of a zipper sounded loud in the quiet room, their heavy breathing the only other noise. Rick’s blood pressure raised another notch as he felt Zane dragging her jeans and panties down her legs. He lifted her feet one at a time, removed the material, and threw it carelessly across the room.
Rick dropped his hands to her hips when he realized that Zane had pressed his mouth to her abdomen and worked his way lower. He caressed the soft skin as Zane pushed her legs wider, and Rick broke the kiss and glanced over her shoulder. Her nipples stood red and proud, her breasts swollen and lush from Zane’s attention.
Zane pushed them both toward the bed and sent Rick telepathic instructions of what he wanted him to do. Smiling, he did as Zane asked, hoping that he wouldn’t end up with a permanent zipper mark against his aching cock.
* * * *
Jenna couldn’t really believe this was happening. She’d planned on fucking both of them, but not like this. Never like this. Sex was supposed to be a release of tension. Just two bodies scratching a mutual itch, but this was something more, far more.
Rick held her close as Zane worshipped her body. Her nipples ached to be touched, her legs felt like jelly, and Zane was about to do something she’d never imagined before. Rick moved backward, carefully supporting her as her legs wobbled. Slowly, he lowered to the edge of the bed, lifted her onto his lap and arranged her so that her most intimate parts were exposed for Zane’s eyes.
Zane leaned forward and kissed her slowly, sensuously. Her heart rate increased as she felt his hands smooth along the side of her thighs, pushing her legs wider apart. The cool air hit her already moist labia, and she gasped as she felt another pulse of moisture drip from her. Zane’s nostrils flared as he smelled her arousal, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
A gentle hand lifted her chin until she was looking him directly in the eye. “Never hide from us, princess. We want to see and feel and taste every moment with you.”
Wide-eyed, she nodded. How could he make her feel so cherished, so special, when she sat in another man’s lap with her legs spread like some sort of sinful offering? Zane kissed her again and then lowered his head to her thighs. He licked a path up to her clit, flicking the swollen nub with the tip before traveling back down and pressing his tongue inside her.
Rick moved his hands higher, cupping her breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh as she groaned with the twin sensations. Zane pushed her thighs open even wider as his thumbs caressed her labia and held her open so he could lick her like ice cream. She screamed as he pressed both thumbs into her dripping pussy and latched on to her swollen clit, flicking it with his tongue and biting gently with his teeth.
She bucked wildly as Rick held her, squeezing her nipples hard. Her arms still trapped between them, Zane’s thumbs pushed deep in her pussy, liquid heat racing through her blood—she gasped, panted, screamed as orgasm took her, every muscle shaking violently, wave after wave of sensation skittering through her.
They both continued caressing her, despite her gasping protests, until a second more powerful release tore through her. Jenna gulped great, heaving breaths as their movements finally slowed.
She didn’t even realize she was crying until Rick lifted her to sit sideways on his lap and cradled her close to his body. He rocked her back and forth as unfamiliar emotions swept through her and she continued to cry. She felt Zane’s hand on the back of her head, his strong fingers massaging gently.
“Baby, did we hurt you?” Rick’s voice sounded so unsure, so un-Rick-like that she wanted desperately to reassure him, explain that she had no idea why she was crying, but as she tried to speak, another sob escaped. She could feel their confusion with her empathic skills, but the harder she tried to explain, the harder she cried.
Rick lifted her into the middle of the bed, curled up behind her, and held her close.
Chapter Seven
Confusion and panic snuck into Zane’s head. He’d never had a woman react quite like this. Jason had assured him that Jenna was fully healed from her injuries, so he was fairly certain they hadn’t hurt her in any physical sense.
He stood beside the couple on the bed, a moment of uncharacteristic indecision holding him immobile. Frustrated by the lack of explanation and angry that he felt so unlike his usual confident self, he slid onto the bed and settled himself so that he could look the woman in the eye.
She still sobbed, more quietly now. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek, smearing the salty wetness away from her eye. He spoke a single word, “Explain.”
He sensed Rick’s surprise at his forceful tone, but at this moment, he was more concerned about the woman crying in Rick’s arms than what his partner thought. She took a big, shuddering breath and tried to speak. Falteringly the words finally made it from her lips—two of the last words he ever expected Jenna to say to him—“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what, princess?” He smoothed the hair away from her eyes but tapped her chin when she closed them. “Look at me. Sorry for what?”
“Sorry...for crying. Sorry for being a bitch. Sorry for everything.”
“Don’t ever apologize for crying. We know the life you’ve led. We can’t even begin to imagine how tough things have been for you. Talk, yell, rant if you want, but never, ever apologize for crying.”
She nodded against Rick’s arm. “Well, sorry for being a bitch then.”
“Hey, I like it when you’re a bitch. Turns me on.” She smiled, as Zane hoped she would.
“Is it always like this? So intense? So amazing?”
“No, only with you,” he answered honestly. He could feel Rick’s skepticism, but he didn’t care. Zane may be well known for his revolving-door romances, but he knew in his heart that there was something very different about this woman. “Sleep now. We can talk more when you’ve had some rest.”
He watched as she wriggled closer to Rick, twisted her head to kiss his jaw, and then snuggled down and closed her eyes.
Zane lay down beside her, his eyes connecting with Rick’s before he closed them. Somehow, it seemed right to be here in Rick’s bed with the woman they were both falling for sleeping between them.
* * * *
Jenna woke surrounded by hard, male muscles. Fully clothed, hard, male muscles. She blinked a few times but needed to rub her eyes before she could open them properly. In front of her, Zane slept in the most uncomfortable position she could ever imagine. A quick look over her shoulder suggested that Rick hadn’t fared much better. Sometime after she’d fallen asleep, one of them had turned on the bedside light and thrown a blanket over her.
She stared at Zane. The man was an enigma. At times he was so domineering and confident that she wanted to lash out at him. Yet at other moments, he’d been so supportive she had trouble remembering that he was the same person. He was confident and powerful, yet today she’d sensed a vulnerability that hinted at a far deeper personality than he presented to the world.
She wiggled around, careful not to wake either of them, and then gently pushed Rick until he was lying on his back. He groaned quietly but didn’t wake. She admired his face. Dark eyelashes rested again the tanned skin, his mouth soft, his breathing slow and even. He really was a very beautiful man, but he was als
o charming and caring and seemingly unaware of his own appeal.
They’d both been amazing tonight. They’d not only taken care of her and given her a truer understanding of what an orgasm really was, but had protected and soothed her afterward, despite their own rather obvious discomfort.
An idea blossomed in her head, and she took a deep breath, wondering if she had the guts to try it.
Twisting awkwardly, she reached for the snap on Rick’s jeans, finally managing to undo them without disturbing him. Slowly she traced the shape of his penis through his underwear, watching in fascination as it grew under her touch.
“Why don’t you taste him,” Zane’s amused voice asked telepathically. She glanced over to find him wide awake and watching her closely.
“I’ve never done it before,” she said worriedly.
He just smiled and sent telepathically, “About time you learned then. Reach in and lift his cock out of his underwear.” She did as he instructed, fumbling a little as she pushed the elastic waistband out of the way. “Now wrap your fingers firmly around him and slide your hand up and down a few times.” She wrapped her hand around Rick’s warm flesh, noticing how hard he was under the velvet soft skin. She felt Zane lift her onto her knees. “Lean forward and lick the pre-cum from the tip.” She leaned over and, holding Rick’s cock steady in her fist, licked across the slightly rougher skin on the mushroom-shaped head. She rolled the flavor around her mouth, surprised that she actually liked the taste.
Rick groaned in his sleep, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. She leaned over, licked the head again, and then took him into her mouth. Zane groaned behind her at the same time that Rick bucked off the bed, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. She gagged slightly but managed to control her response long enough to suction her lips and lick the drop of cum that coated the tip again. “Good girl,” Zane sent telepathically at the same time that Rick appeared to wake up. Rick groaned and lifted his hips again, a sleepy hand tangling in her hair as he moaned his approval.
“Oh, Jenna, that feels fantastic.”
Jenna suctioned her mouth again, sucking him deeper into her throat, determined to give Rick the best...um—“blow job,” Zane supplied telepathically—that he’d ever had. She doubled her efforts, gripping his cock in her fist and taking as much as she could into her mouth. Rick began lifting his hips rhythmically, pushing his cock deeper.
“Relax your throat. Let him in all the way.” She did as Zane instructed, slowly releasing her grip and letting Rick push farther into her throat.
“Good girl,” Zane said out loud as his hands roamed over her hips, ass, and thighs. She practically wiggled at the praise, but gasped as he pushed a finger deep into her dripping pussy. She could feel her own juices gliding down her thighs. Hell, if giving a blow job was this exciting, how amazing would it feel to have Zane fucking her while she did it.
“Do you want to find out?”
“Yes,” she sent telepathically as Rick gripped her hair and held her still so he could pump into her mouth. The bed dipped as Zane left the room, but he was back quickly, and a box of condoms landed beside her. She could hear his fast movements as he stripped off his clothes, sheathed himself with a condom, and climbed back onto the bed.
“Can’t wait,” he mumbled aloud as he held her hips in an intense grip and pushed his cock deep into her body in one long stroke. She gasped and swallowed around Rick’s cock, and then all hell broke loose.
Rick held her head tight as he pumped into the back of her throat, his rhythm off, his movements forceful. Zane withdrew and slammed back into her pussy over and over. She could feel an orgasm building in her body, the sensations as overwhelming as they were last night. She felt heat swell from her groin, the tingle spreading through her veins as she shook frantically with her approaching release.
Hot cum hit the back of her throat the same time that Zane’s clever fingers found her clit and squeezed. She screamed around Rick’s cock in her mouth as Zane rode her orgasm to his own release. She swallowed convulsively as more and more cum coated her tongue, Rick’s hand gentling in her hair as she pulled away and licked his softening cock.
Zane fell forward onto her back, his sweaty chest plastered to her skin. He held her that way, his face pressed against her as they all fought to catch their breath.
“That was fucking amazing,” Rick whispered.
Chapter Eight
“Good morning, princess,” Zane said. She looked adorable, her hair mussed, her eyes sleepy. She scowled at him, told him to get the fuck out of the way so she could use the bathroom, and pushed past him like she was a professional football player. God, he loved that.
Whoa. Love? Well, it was probably too soon for the L-word, but he knew that he’d never been happier, and he knew Rick well enough to know his best friend felt the same. And, well, their princess was rude, grumpy, and a danger to a man’s ego, but they saw the true woman, the personality she tried to hide, peek through the façade from time to time. It was always there when she was with her girls.
They’d fallen into a comfortable rhythm. For the past three weeks, he and Rick had spent their days protecting and helping her as she got to know her daughters and their nights exploring her amazing body. A month ago, he couldn’t have imagined the type of relationship he now found himself in, but today he couldn’t imagine not having it.
He leaned against the wall so that he would be the first thing she’d see after leaving the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on and considered joining her, but hauled in his rampant thoughts. They had the whole day together, and he wasn’t about to rush things.
She finished in the shower in record time. Every other woman he’d ever known had taken forever in the bathroom drying, fluffing, painting, but not Jenna. She washed quickly with maximum efficiency, pulled her golden brown hair into a braid, and didn’t bother with makeup. She may have been a free woman now, but she still thought and acted like a soldier.
Like today for example. The girls were scheduled to go on a school excursion to the zoo. Alana had made sure that Jenna knew she was welcome to join the kids, but Jenna had assessed the risk, calculated that the girls were safer in public without her, and declined the invitation. No amount of planning and reassurance from Zane and Rick that they would keep her and her daughters safe had swayed her decision.
Remove the emotions of the situation and Zane was inclined to agree with her. It was risky. If the girls were seen in public with her, anyone watching Jenna would find Hailey and Kara. And Jenna had warned them that it was Hailey and Kara the Professor really wanted.
She came out of the bathroom with a soft towel wrapped around her and glanced up at Zane in surprise before scowling at him again. “What do you want?”
“I have a gift for you.”
“A gift?” She said it with such childlike excitement that he wished he’d used another word. It wasn’t exactly a gift for her, but rather something that would benefit all three of them. He wasn’t sure that a purple butt plug would quite fit her idea of a gift.
“Um...sort of,” he said hesitantly.
“Dickhead,” Rick’s smug voice said inside his head. “Lucky for you I picked up that present we ordered. Bring her into the kitchen. We’ll give it to her now.”
Trying not to be obvious about the sigh of relief, Zane reached for Jenna’s arm and entwined his fingers through hers. She smiled just a little as they walked into the kitchen.
“Mmm, almost perfect, but maybe you should lose the towel, too.” Zane watched her smile grow wider as she pulled the towel apart and dropped it to the floor. She stood in front of them, without a hint of embarrassment on her face. He supposed the fact that they’d been exploring every inch of her body for the last three weeks might have had something to do with her confidence.
“Beautiful,” Rick said as he stepped forward and ran his knuckles down the side of her face. “Zane and I thought you might like this.” He handed her the small, rectangular jeweler’s box and stepped
back to let her open it.
Zane could feel her emotions spiking wildly. She bounced between excitement and gratitude and confusion and of course the ever present anger. Slowly she opened the box, tears filling her eyes before she managed to blink them back.
She lifted the long chain from the box and held it up to admire. Attached to the chain was an old fashioned, heart-shaped locket, the type that opened up and could hold two photos inside.
“We can’t put the girls’ photos inside until we’re sure you’re all safe, but we thought that the locket would be a way to carry them close to your heart.” Zane smiled as Rick said the exact right words. Thank God he had Rick’s sweet-talking charm to back him up here. Zane was pretty sure he would’ve thrown the box at her and fumbled his way through a few poorly considered words. Rick managed to say the things Zane felt, but in a more effective way.
The chain was long enough to lift over her head, and when she put it on, the locket nestled perfectly between her breasts. He’d never wanted any woman more than the beauty standing naked in his kitchen, wearing only the gift he and Rick had given her.
“Bend over the back of the sofa.” The husky words startled her almost as much as they surprised him. Rick laughed quietly and winked at her when she hesitated. Zane held his hand out to her, his dominant side rising to the fore, but relief washed through him as she put her hand in his and let him lead her to the couch. He positioned her where he wanted her, her ass pointing high in the air, her face pressed against the seat part of the sofa, her hands supporting the rest of her weight.
Rick moved to sit on the sofa beside her. He ran a soothing hand up and down the column of her spine as he explained what Zane was about to do. She seemed a little anxious, but she nodded slowly and relaxed as Rick continued to whisper to her and ran his hand soothingly up and down her spine. Soon Zane could see and smell her arousal pulse from her pussy.
