Kenney, Laina - Overexposed [DIG Security 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Laina Kenney

  “What are you waiting for?” Avelyn moaned, slapping her hands against the glass in frustration.

  He stripped his clothes off and was inside the tiny shower stall in the work of a moment.

  It was Avelyn’s turn to stare. His tanned, muscular body was a work of art in itself, but art like this could never be exhibited in public, where she came from. His eyes were a hot, deep blue, and his erection stood high and thick. It was a marvel, desire rising against gravity, the veins throbbing with a speed that set Avelyn’s heart racing to keep up.

  One strong arm swept her against him where his penis rested like a burning brand against the soft skin of her belly. She whimpered in need as her nipples settled against his broad chest. The heat of his skin was intense. She almost screamed with the increase in sensation.

  He dipped his head to hers while one big hand slid down to cup her ass. His fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh rhythmically. Her knees weakened at the darts of sensation, and she clung to his biceps. She was dimly aware that she was moaning his name over and over, but she couldn’t seem to stop.

  “That’s what I was waiting for,” Locke said and took her mouth in a carnal kiss.

  He explored her with his agile mouth, supporting the back of her head when her knees gave out and she sagged against him. And the kiss went on, lighting fires in her blood with every shared breath, every rich stroke of tongue on tongue.

  His free hand roved over her, caressing and exploring, covering so much of her that it almost felt like he was in two places at once.

  “Sam,” she cried as he wedged his naked body into the small shower stall with them. Four hands turned her until she faced Sam and Locke was at her back. She was surrounded by tanned skin over hard muscles, exactly where she had wanted to be from her first sight of these men in their tight jeans and Stetsons.

  Locke’s hungry mouth moved down to her throat to nip her shoulder as Sam’s hands pulled her closer.

  “Locke!”

  “You’re so beautiful,” Sam said. His eyes were reverent where Locke’s were wild, but his hands on her flesh were equally powerful. Lightning bolts of sensation ripped through her.

  Sam cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling the tender nipples while Locke’s hands slipped down between her legs. Every touch sent her need rocketing higher.

  Avelyn cried out when one long finger slid inside her wet core, taunting her with slow pumps. She pushed her hips forward urgently, trying to capture more sensation, more friction, more something.

  “She’s wet,” Locke’s deep voice said in her ear. “Tight. She’s ready.”

  “Not before I get a little taste. I’ve had this on my mind for hours.”

  “Damn it, Sam. My control won’t hold for long. She burns me up.”

  “Too bad.”

  Sam slid to the tile floor and jammed his head in between her thighs, and Locke moved his hands to brace her.

  Sam shoved his stiffened tongue into her damp slit to alternately thrust inside her and then retreat to lap at her flowing cream. She would have screamed at the fierce flood of sensation, but she didn’t have the breath to spare.

  Locke rubbed both calloused palms around and around over her aching breasts as Sam set up a throbbing rhythm with his tongue against her clit. He pushed one finger inside, then two. She shuddered and writhed in shocked reaction, her vision as foggy as the glass in front of her.

  Her vibrator could never match their devastating tempo, and the rapture they created so easily put her little machine to shame. Their busy hands and scorching mouths soon flung her into a clenching, rippling explosion that blinded her to everything but the two men who surrounded her with their heat.

  * * * *

  Locke continued to stroke Avelyn’s sweet breasts, and he could see over her shoulder that Sam was still plucking and playing with the swollen rosy flesh between her creamy thighs. Avelyn was still moving, moaning, and every tiny sound went straight to his painfully stiff cock. He dropped his head to her shoulder and swore under his breath.

  He was wedged in the corner of the tiny shower stall with his twin brother and the prettiest woman he had ever had the pleasure of touching. His back was against the tile, his hands were gripping supple flesh, and his cock had never been harder. He was on fire, winded and desperate, and they had only just begun.

  Sam rose to kiss Avelyn and groaned harshly.

  One small hand wrapped tightly around Locke’s hard shaft, and he growled. Her grasp was firm, her palm soft, and he thrust into her touch without a thought.

  The water pounded down around them, and Locke’s heart pounded in time. He kneaded her breasts in frenzied pace with his speeding pulse rate.

  Avelyn pumped his rigid penis, and obviously Sam’s as well from his brother’s rhythmic gasps. She dropped her hand for a moment to give his balls a gentle squeeze and roll that sent his blood pressure skyrocketing before returning to her clever stroking of his aching shaft.

  Locke was still massaging her breasts and pulling at her hard little nipples while Sam’s hands were working between her legs.

  Avelyn whimpered and rolled her head back and forth against Locke’s shoulder. Suddenly her body stiffened, and her grip on his shaft tightened convulsively. Her long wailing cry echoed in the small room. It pierced his heart with ecstasy.

  The sights and sounds of their shared pleasure shattered his control, and he spewed in a burst of blazing heat. His cock jerked wildly in her clasp, painting her back and buttocks with ropes of white cum. Locke couldn’t hold back a harsh groan, and Sam shouted out his release at the same moment. Locke slammed one hand against the shower glass to hold himself and Avelyn upright while still caressing Avelyn with the other hand.

  They wobbled together, and Locke tried to support them, but they sank to the shower floor in a heap. Sam reached out to turn off the water, but the steam continued to rise around them, locking them in a hazy intimacy. Feelings of insatiable desire mixed with the unfamiliar tenderness in his chest. He wanted to ravish her again immediately, and at the same time he never wanted to move from this spot because she was in his arms.

  It confused the hell out of him.

  Locke blew out a breath. He had just enjoyed the strongest and the quickest release he could recall since his wayward teenage years, and he hadn’t even made it inside her yet.

  It might be a while before he could force his knees to support his weight and stand up, but his crazy cock was still semihard and stirring against Avelyn’s side.

  In another minute or so, he would be ready for round two, and he was frankly too old to do it standing up twice in one session. In the absence of a bed, the floor would be fine. He would play the gentleman for her and offer to be on the bottom.

  He met Sam’s eyes over Avelyn’s head, and from the greedy expression in them, Sam was in the same boat as he was.

  Locke let his head fall back to rest on the tile. He’d worry about these powerful new feelings and what the hell they meant an hour from now. For the moment, he had a beautiful woman limp and panting in his arms with the pleasure she had just experienced, and he wanted more.

  He was just leaning down to kiss her beautiful, flushed mouth when the rapid knocking on the door startled her eyes open.

  Chapter 6

  The loud knocking on the door seemed to surprise them all.

  Avelyn sat up on Sam’s stomach, Sam cursed, and Locke extricated himself from the tangle of limbs and her long auburn hair in record time, jumping up to brace one arm against the door.

  The sight of his gorgeous muscular body and fantastic butt distracted Avelyn, so it took her a moment to recognize Lynn Patton’s voice when it filtered through the thin veneer of the door.

  “I’m glad to hear that you took my advice,” Lynn said, and Avelyn felt her face flush with warmth, “but your uncle is here now, dear. I think you need to get out here before he tears the place apart. I’ve kept him out of the medical office for now, but he’s pacing the hall. I’m guessing
you’ve only got a few more minutes. I’ll be waiting outside.”

  Locke started rummaging in the large sack he had brought in earlier.

  “What did Lynn mean about taking her advice?” Locke asked, searching in the bottom of the bag for something.

  Avelyn ignored the question. She had no intention of telling the men about the medic’s advice. The fact that she had just indulged in a full-body, double-cowboy massage was more than enough without actually discussing the subject.

  Avelyn rose unsteadily and used a towel while Sam stayed on the shower floor for a moment. He was just shaking his head and snickering.

  “Well, get up, you fool,” she said and dropped the now-damp towel on his head.

  Sam laughed from under the damp cloth then rose to his feet with the towel in one hand.

  The sight of his sculpted stomach and raging hard-on made Avelyn’s heart skip. She looked over to see that Locke was in much the same condition, and her pussy cramped with renewed longing.

  Locke turned to her, his hands filled with items from the bag. He took a long look up and down her body, then grimaced.

  “Nope, we just don’t have time,” he said, shaking his head as if she had made some carnal demand of him. “Conn is not a patient man, and I’d rather not be killed on such a fine day.”

  Avelyn took the clothes he passed to her, but she didn’t put them on right away. She was far too busy watching Locke and Sam struggle to tuck two massive erections into their snug denims. It looked like an impossible task.

  By the time the men were finished swearing and zipping, Avelyn’s mouth was watering with the need to start all over again. This time she wanted a bed, a locked door, and no uncle waiting outside with clear impatience. She wanted all the time in the world to explore these two men while they were still in the mood to let her. Before they realized that she wasn’t very knowledgeable or very experienced. Before they moved on to their next woman and left her behind with only memories for company.

  Avelyn started when four hands carefully smoothed the arnica lotion over her bruised face and arm. Their faces were intent, and both men grimaced whenever she did, apologizing for the pain.

  She felt good for the first time in days. Or maybe she had never felt this good before, bruises notwithstanding. She stood and let them care for her. The concern they showed her could easily get to be addictive.

  The men took the clothing from her weak grip and began to dress her like a living doll. It was such a novelty to be so cared for, she didn’t have the heart to make even a token protest.

  The first layer was silk in a soft peach that was as delicate as a whisper. It felt cool after the heat they had generated together and so sensual against her skin that she wriggled in their arms.

  “Quit that,” Sam said with a smile, “or we won’t make it out of this bathroom for another couple of hours.”

  They could go another couple of hours? A shiver chased across her skin at the thought.

  Avelyn tried to stand without shifting position, but the temptation to move was too great. Every motion of Locke’s or Sam’s hands was a caress, shooting fire across her exposed skin. By the time she was fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt, her pulse was pounding, her hips were rocking, and both of the men were in a sweat.

  Locke wiped his brow and shared a knowing glance with his brother.

  Sam pressed a kiss to her cheek and passed her a hair brush.

  “You’ve changed my life,” Locke said with a grin. “Never thought getting a woman dressed would make my dick hard, but you sure do something nice to a pair of jeans, darlin’.”

  Avelyn batted her eyes and giggled at his teasing. He seemed so intense, so serious, that she hadn’t expected it of him.

  “Oh yeah, that was romantic,” Sam said, hitting his brother on the arm. “Why don’t you invite her for a ride in your old pickup truck and buy a six-pack to liven things up? Maybe if you drive it slowly enough, Methuselah won’t shake any parts loose. Your idea of romantic afterglow conversation gives Texans a bad name.”

  Locke frowned and punched Sam’s shoulder hard.

  “Shut up,” he said. “It was a compliment.”

  Avelyn laughed out loud at that. She didn’t mind Locke’s style of compliments, truly. The care and honest passion these men had shown her was a gift, and if half of that gift came wrapped in a rough, gruff package, it was fine with her. She wouldn’t complain.

  She would enjoy every bit of it for as long as it lasted and try not to fall apart when they decided it was over.

  “Let’s go then,” she said, turning away. She walked to the door and out into the hall without glancing back.

  Locke and Sam struggled into their shirts and followed.

  Against all odds, Avelyn was grinning by the time she made it back down the long hallway to the two men who were waiting. She recognized Uncle Conn’s bosses, Dash Williams and Granger Hamilton. She had met the two men when they had vacationed in Ireland with Conn once, but she didn’t know them well.

  Locke and Sam were close behind her, still bantering back and forth about their understanding of romance. Really, it sounded like Locke was hopeless in that department.

  Of course, a little romance would be a nice touch, but she didn’t crave it just for show. It was the honest substance, not the image of romance that interested Avelyn.

  A man or, better yet, two men who loved and cherished her for her without trying to make her hold in her opinions or curb her fiery nature? It was a faraway dream, but that’s what Avelyn wanted, what she had always wanted. She just had never been able to put it into words that her parents and friends could comprehend.

  She had no trouble understanding why Uncle Conn had settled in Texas. The Texans she had met so far were good people, kind and generous. But they weren’t afraid to say exactly what they thought at any given time.

  A person would never have to wonder where she stood with a Texan. There was no prevaricating, no holding back, no oozing charm or political correctness purely for its own sake. It was as different from Dublin as night from day. She could really get to like it here.

  Uncle Conn met her halfway down the hall.

  Conn hauled her into his arms, and Avelyn buried her face against his wide chest and just hung on. She could feel her muscles tensing, the lingering strain creeping back into her voice as the story of the past two days tumbled from her lips in one long torrent.

  Conn rubbed her back and just listened. He stiffened when she mentioned Paddy O’Neill, but he stayed silent, and she just kept talking until it was all out.

  Only fifteen years old when she was born, Conn was her childhood protector, her playmate, and the older brother she never had, all in one person. He had spent years taking care of her when her mother was working and her father was out with his friends. When she was with Uncle Conn, she knew she was safe.

  “Pixie,” he said when she quieted, “I’m that glad to see you. And I’m doubly glad to know that you’re an ocean away from Paddy O’Neil. Did he put those bruises on you?”

  His tone was quiet and his hand on her back was gentle, but Avelyn wasn’t fooled. Uncle Conn was too dedicated a protector to be calm if family was in danger.

  “No. Paddy made some demands, but he didn’t touch me. He had a bodyguard with him, tall, with small eyes and a thick neck. A nightmare he was. His name was Billy something.” She shuddered, remembering the lust in his little eyes, the strange smile on his face when he had squeezed her arm harder and harder.

  “I want to know everything, every detail, no matter how unimportant it may seem. Everything you remember,” Conn said and ushered her down the hall. He gestured behind for the rest of the men to follow them into what looked like a large conference room.

  They all sat down around a huge oval table. With Locke and Sam on one side and Conn on the other, Avelyn related every sordid moment for Conn’s bosses. Under Conn’s skillful questioning, she remembered even more details.

  “I
don’t like it,” Grange said. “Why wait in an empty apartment? You said they didn’t seem surprised to see you. There has to be more to it than a simple coincidence.”

  “There must be more going on than we know. She needs round-the-clock protection,” Locke said, and Avelyn sat up straighter in her chair.

  “Surely it’s not dangerous for me here in Texas,” she protested. “And why would they bother to try finding me, even if I had stayed in the U.K.? Anyway, I’m half the world away now. They’re after the money Dad owes, that’s all. If they couldn’t get the money from Dad, then Paddy had some suggestions how I could repay the debt personally.”

  Locke shifted toward her, his face hard.

  Conn held up a hand. “Pixie, my friends from Dublin have already called. A William Winskill boarded a flight out of Dublin for New York a bare three hours after you did. He’s been Paddy’s hired muscle for a long damn time, and he could be in Dallas right now for all we know.”

  Avelyn shivered, and Sam’s arm came around her to pull her against his broad chest. Uncle Conn noticed the move and frowned but didn’t mention it.

  “But why?” she asked. Her voice sounded weak to her own ears.

  “Ms. Reilly,” Dash Williams, another D.I.G. partner, spoke. The man was tall and built like a warrior, but his eyes on her face were kind. “We know you’re being traced. You need to be in a safe house while we set a trap for Billy Winskill. Once we have him, we’ll be better able to explain to you the reasons behind this. At this moment, your safety is our first priority. Piecing together the full story will have to wait.”

  Avelyn leaned into Sam, and his arm tightened around her.

  Conn stood up. “Billy will come straight to me,” he said. “The IRA had as much against me back in the old days as I had against them, even the petty thugs like Paddy O’Neill and Billy Winskill. Av, you’re not safe with me, not with those bloody bastards involved.”