Things That Go Bump In the Night 2004

by Ashleigh Raine

  You better be good to her. Arden’s voice forced its way into Leo’s head.

  Like he needed this now. I can’t work if you’re going to fuck with me. You’re forgetting I need this as much as you do. He shoved all doubt to the back of his mind. He couldn’t lose. To Jill he said, “We’ve got a little time to kill before Arden gets here. Care to watch a movie in the meantime? There’s a home theater upstairs.”

  “Sure. But are you an action adventure guy, or are you comfortable enough in your masculinity to watch a chick flick without getting embarrassed?” She headed toward the stairway.

  Leo grinned as they climbed the stairs to the black box room. “I refuse to answer your question on the basis that it could incriminate me later.” Jill laughed out loud and Leo continued, pointing at the DVD collection. “But I’ll let you choose the movie anyway.”

  “You’re in trouble now,” Jill teased as she began going through the DVDs.

  Arden was restless, it was too obvious. Leo felt the tension, adding to his own. I’m coming home, Arden declared.

  No, you’re not. If you don’t get your emotions in check, we could lose her. Let’s not do that.

  Leo, this is not some kind of game. Don’t you dare hurt her. If you’re just going to fuck her and—

  Give me a little credit. If you want this to work, you won’t barge in here. You won’t screw this up.

  “Wow! Your collection’s not half bad. I’ve heard great things about The Color of Rain. That okay with you?” Jill asked.

  Dammit Leo. If you can’t treat her with respect, then we need to end this charade now and let her go.

  Arden, hear me well. I’m not gonna discuss this. I only needed you to call her because it looked like she was still uneasy about us. Now let me do what I need to do and stay out of it. Leo hid his rage and nodded at Jill. “Yeah, The Color of Rain sounds great. I haven’t watched it yet so it’ll be new for both of us.”

  Jill stood up and playfully tossed the DVD case at him. “I’m gonna get comfortable while you do the manly job of starting up the player.” She brushed past him and bounced over to the curved theater-style couch.

  Arden refused to let go. I’d rather you sent her home than let her get hurt.

  You’ve made that pretty damn clear. Now listen to me. I will not hurt her, Arden. Let me work. Leo terminated their telepathic connection. He couldn’t deal with two conversations at once. Especially not where Jill was concerned. He needed to focus on her completely. Hell, he wanted to focus on her completely and skip the movie, but that would make his intentions too obvious.

  She was quiet as he put in the DVD and set it to play. Too quiet. He turned to see what she was doing and caught her watching him. Smiling, she patted the sofa next to her.

  Jill had taken off her shoes and socks, curling her legs up underneath her. She looked completely comfortable, as if she were where she belonged. Like he could come home from work every day and see her sitting there in her faded blue jeans and light blue turtleneck, smiling at him, making him feel like a million bucks.

  God, he was thinking like Arden now. When he sat down next to her, he placed a hand over hers. “I guess I’m practically the consolation prize, huh? Sorry about that.” He kept his tone light, wishing he’d thought more clearly before opening his big dumb mouth. Too many of Arden’s words were echoing in his head. Too much pressure. Too much fucking pressure. Did Arden have any idea how much extra pressure he’d introduced? As if there wasn’t already a ton.

  “No, Leo, I—”

  “It’s okay, Jill. Really. Just like last night, I understand.”

  “But last night, I wasn’t sure.”

  “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain.”

  She continued slightly above a whisper. “Tonight, I’m sure.”

  The movie opened with a silhouette of lovers on a beach in the surf underneath a brilliant twilight sky. The credits ended and the lovers walked from the water, still caressing each other, into a house on the beach. The scene cut to them in a large shower, washing each other, loving each other with their hands and lips.

  It took those few minutes for Leo to process what Jill had said. Thinking he must have misunderstood, he faced her, and was further surprised to see that she wasn’t watching the movie. She was turned sideways, elbow resting on the back of the couch, an amused smile on her face, watching him. He tried to get his mouth working, but the only thing that came out was a lame, “I had no idea.”

  “I know.” She let out a carefree laugh then reached out and began playing with his hair, her fingers twisting and tangling in the long strands. She looked like an angel—no make that a nymph—enjoying the simple pleasure of stroking his hair. His cock, already stirring because of the love play on the screen, surged to life.

  And that’s when he noticed all the subtle nuances he’d somehow been blind to before now. Her eyes were stormy, mouth parted, breath coming in soft pants. Even in the darkened room her nipples were visible, rigid beneath the tight cotton.

  He’d never felt so absorbed with a woman before, and still the only place they touched was her hand in his hair. He wanted to hold onto the moment, study it, try to understand what made this—her—different, but on a soft sigh of need, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his.

  It was the sweetest damn kiss he’d ever received. Full soft lips tenderly brushing his. There was no demand, no rush to get past the necessary first step of the kiss and on to the fucking. She breathed hope into him, the final chance he’d thought most likely lost. It was like she was awakening him from a nightmare, pulling him from a dark place into her sweetness and light. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, not wanting to ever let go.

  Sinking back into the couch, he kept her with him, wanting to feel her weight above him, covering him, their scents mingling before they mated. He slid a hand under her turtleneck, fingers running up and down her spine. She arched and purred, completely malleable to his touch. With his other hand he cradled her neck, holding her in place so he could delve deeper into her mouth.

  When her lips parted and her tongue danced with his, he drank his first taste of pure joy and it made him want to laugh out loud. He knew he was thinking like a lunatic, but it didn’t matter. Arden had been right. Jill was the one they’d waited their lifetime for.

  Leo couldn’t get enough of her flavor; it was a drug, a need so pure he couldn’t deny himself. And she kept providing him with more things to get addicted to. Soft moans, ragged sighs, the press of her flesh against his. It could never be enough.

  She maneuvered her hands between their bodies, and within a minute his shirt was unbuttoned and spread open, baring his chest. She tried to pull her mouth from his, and when he wouldn’t relent, she lightly bit his lip. He grunted and let her go, and she laughed.

  “Minx.”

  Laughing again, she lowered her mouth to his chest. All he could do was moan. So fucking sweet. Her hands, fingers and lips slowly traced over every muscle, every contour of flesh. His dick was so hard it would take hours for him to lose his erection. Hours he planned to spend buried deep inside her body. Anywhere, everywhere, wherever she would take him.

  Maybe he’d let Arden join them. Maybe not. He wanted time to pleasure her alone. At least a little time, he knew they couldn’t spare much, but he wanted to know when she moaned, that those sounds were his alone to enjoy.

  “My turn, Jill.”

  She lifted her head from his chest, her lips swollen, eyes smoky with desire. When his hands grasped the bottom of her turtleneck, she nodded in agreement and lifted her arms. He tugged the tight fabric over her head, then stared in awe at what was revealed. Beautiful opalescent skin, luscious curves…a true feminine beauty. As he stared, her skin grew pink, but as though denying her embarrassment she reached behind her and undid her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it to the floor.

  Bared from the waist up, she was truly glorious. Her breasts were slightly larger than
he usually liked, but on her, he couldn’t imagine wanting anything different. He instinctually reached out to possess one of them. She inhaled sharply as he thumbed her tight bud. Her dusky rose areola darkened to deep plum at her nipple, her generous breast spilling over his palm. He wanted to take all night to learn, taste, touch all of her soft curves. He’d seen her nude the night before, but now that she wanted him in return, he found it difficult to restrain himself, to make the night last rather than burn up in a fiery flash.

  They both turned toward the forgotten movie as the moans of the onscreen lovers became more than they could ignore. The woman was on her knees in front of the man, taking his dick deep into her mouth. Leo’s cock jumped as he imagined Jill taking him that way. He cursed. “I had no idea this was a porno marketed as an art film.”

  “I did,” Jill whispered.

  Surprised, Leo looked back at Jill. Her eyes were still focused on the screen, her breath coming faster and faster. Damn, she had picked this one on purpose. He would use it to his advantage.

  Shrugging off his shirt, he moved behind her and murmured into her ear. “Stand up.”

  Her feet fell to the floor and she stood up, facing away from him. He moved to the edge of the couch, and from behind unbuttoned her jeans, lowering the zipper, sliding his hands between denim and hot flesh. When the curve of her ass was revealed, he leaned in, kissing the base of her spine. She shivered, legs trembling. As he pushed her jeans to the floor, he knelt behind her trailing kisses along the backs of her legs, taking special care in the sensitive spot behind her knees. She laughed and moaned, swaying beneath his touch. Finally the jeans were removed and she stepped out of them. She started to turn, but he stopped her, steadying her by placing his hands on her thighs. “Stay right there.”

  God, now he knew why some men became submissives. Kneeling behind this woman, staring up at her naked flesh, he knew he’d do whatever she commanded. He slid his hands from the outside of her thighs inward, one hand tracing her folds, landing over her clit. She let out a quiet moan and shifted her legs, inviting him to further claim her. Oh dear God, did Jill have any idea what she was doing to him?

  Her gaze strayed over to the movie. The woman lay spread-eagle on a bed, the man’s head buried between her legs.

  “Like what you see, sweet Jill?” Leo kissed the back of her thigh as he caressed her swollen bud with his finger.

  Her only answer was a moan.

  “Lean forward, sweetheart, and brace yourself on the couch. Just like that. Good girl. Now spread your legs. God, you’re so damn beautiful.”

  She did what he asked, her gaze flitting from him to the screen and back again. Bending over with legs splayed, she gave him access to her beautiful pink pussy, wetness coating her swollen lips.

  With tender care he placed his hands just above her knees, running upward, then back over her ass. Damn, she was gorgeous. He moved closer, inhaling deeply of her arousal. Pure, sweet honey. He had to have a taste.

  Slowly, he outlined her lips with his tongue, then explored between them, the entrance to her cunt. Absolutely divine. He’d never tasted such lustful candy.

  Swirling his tongue, drawing her juices into his mouth, he dove deeper. She gasped and fell to her elbows, her legs threatening to bend. He grasped her knees, supporting her weight and holding her to him. She was like a drug. The more he tasted her, the more she consumed him, the more he wanted to give her everything he had. A strange euphoria washed over him as she writhed and mewled under his exploration of her canal. He’d never found himself so wanting to please a woman that he felt his control waning. He could vaguely hear the onscreen lovers, the woman’s moans had turned to screams.

  Or wait. Was that Jill?

  “Leo!” His name fluttered from deep within her throat as her pussy began spasming around his tongue, drenching it in delicious drops of her wetness.

  How he wished his cock was tight inside her sheath as it contracted. He continued to drown in her flavor as the waves of orgasm hit her, renewing the frenzy in her cunt.

  Dammit. He needed her. He needed her now.

  As he began moving his body up her legs, she took her weight back onto her feet and elbows. In the blink of an eye, he managed to yank down his jeans, free himself from his briefs. He slid his cock along her inner thigh slick with sweat and juices, burning in her heat, desperate to lose himself in her liquid velvet. As soon as his shaft reached her drenched folds, he moaned. She responded by rocking her ass against his hips and tilting downward. He buried himself to the hilt, her luscious pussy rippling and tightening around him. They both cried out at the sudden overwhelming pleasure.

  She was his now—theirs now. God willing, they’d convince her to stay with them when everything about them changed.

  Chapter Seven

  Jill curled her fingers into the soft leather of the couch. It was the only thing she could grasp onto as the world spun beautifully around her. Everything felt so good, the pleasure near violent in its intensity. Part of her felt disconnected from her body, floating on pure ecstasy while the rest of her reveled in every thrust of Leo’s shaft deep into her pussy, his sharp groans when he seated himself completely inside, and the sound his testicles made as they rhythmically slapped against her.

  She had only a few seconds to comprehend the pounding of footsteps running up the stairs. Throwing her gaze toward the doorway, she saw Arden round the corner into the room, completely naked. And very aroused. His cock towered straight out from the dark curls covering his groin. But there was also an air of wild desperation about him. The minimal light coming from the movie didn’t allow her to see his eyes. Was he angry? Hurt?

  Leo must have sensed her worry because he slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving within her, letting go of her hip with one hand and soothing down her spine. She shivered as Arden stalked toward them. Had she made the wrong decision?

  Arden knelt next to her, his strong hands brushing sweat soaked strands of hair off her face. He ran kisses over her forehead, eyes, cheeks, murmuring, “Sweet beautiful Jill. God how I want you.” He stopped kissing her, looking deep into her eyes. “Will you take us both tonight? Let us take care of you?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, nodding her head in case he didn’t understand. “Yes.”

  Relief and lust shone in Arden’s dark eyes as he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same possessiveness that Leo laid claim to her pussy. She was pinned, unable to move forward or back, left only to accept and enjoy every blast of pleasure their touches evoked.

  Arden’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs lightly stroking her erect nipples. It was like adding flame to the fire already burning so hot inside her. She whimpered into his mouth, her body trembling. All of her muscles quivered. She wouldn’t be able to hold herself up much longer.

  Leo groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck Jill, you feel too damn good. Dammit, I can’t—” With a ragged moan, Leo spurted hot seed into her channel.

  Pulling her mouth from Arden’s, she cried out at the liquid invasion. The stream of Leo’s come shooting hard against her womb created a ripple effect throughout her body, tearing another orgasm from her soul.

  Unable to hold herself up any longer, she crumpled onto the couch, her head landing on Arden’s chest. Leo slumped over her, their bodies still attached.

  “I just need to pass out for a couple minutes,” she mumbled between deep gulps of air. She closed her eyes, listening to the rapid beat of Arden’s heart.

  Jill didn’t think she’d slept, at least not for more than a few minutes. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness she heard Leo get up and the sound of a door sliding open. Arden shifted her into his arms and stood up, carrying her with him. She snuggled against his chest, loving his familiar scent.

  Cool air washed over her, awakening her completely from her orgasm-induced daze. She opened her eyes as Arden stepped outside onto a balcony.

  “Um, Arden. Naked. Outside. People…�
�� Feeling even more nude than she had just moments ago in the house, she tried to cover all her pertinent parts.

  “It’s okay. No one can see us. Well, not unless they’re really trying,” Leo answered.

  Jill turned her head in the direction of Leo’s voice, finding him sprawled comfortably in a spa. Steam rose from the hot water, misting in the air around them. The spa was surrounded on three sides by wood paneling, sheltering it from the wind and any neighbors with voyeuristic tendencies. Although somehow she had a feeling the brothers didn’t have the paneling to protect their virtue. Being naked outside didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest.

  “Give me the word and we’ll go back inside,” Arden said. “I just thought—”

  “No, it’s fine. Really. It just surprised me.” She smiled up at him. “And by the way, I feel ridiculous holding a conversation with you while you’re carrying me and standing naked on the balcony for all the world to see.”

  “It doesn’t bother me.” Arden winked. “Besides, I like carrying you, especially when you’re like this…all sleepy-eyed and sated.”

  She stuck out her tongue at him and he laughed. “Okay, fine, he-man. I’ll admit it. I was kinda out of it post…um…coitus.” She felt the heat of a blush staining her cheeks. Sheesh! After what she’d just done, how could she still feel embarrassed? “But I’m all back to normal now and fully capable of walking.”

  “Damn Leo, you must have been lacking if she’s already back to normal.” Arden smirked as he climbed the steps to the spa.

  “Well, shit, I guess we’ll just have to try harder then.” Leo stood up and for a second Jill was entranced by the water sluicing down his very nice body. Just like the first time she’d seen him, he mesmerized her with his overwhelming and commanding presence. Leo continued, “Wouldn’t want her walking away from us before morning.”