Blake, Abby - Soldier [Altered Destinies 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Jenna whimpered again as Zane broke the kiss and turned her around. He pressed his front to her back as his hands swept over her stomach and the undersides of her breasts. Rick stepped forward, cradled her face in his hands, and kissed her softly.

“Baby, are you sure this is what you want?”

She stared at him, her eyes glazed with passion as she nodded. Rick felt inordinately pleased that she hadn’t made a smart-ass remark. He kissed her again, more deeply this time, his lips brushing over hers as his tongue traced the line of her lips. She tried to pull him closer, but he held himself away, determined to show her his enjoyment in just being with her like this.

Her hands fumbled at his belt, trying to undo the buckle, but he covered them with his own and whispered, “We have a long time to get to know each other. No need to rush.”

Zane bent and lifted her into his arms. “Which room?” he asked as he headed down the hallway.

“Mine,” Rick replied quickly, not stopping to wonder why he would feel the need to claim her for the first time in his own room. He walked in just as Zane put Jenna on her feet and started undoing the buttons on her shirt. She tried to lift the material over her head, but Zane stilled her hands.

“I’m going to do this my way, princess. Link your hands,” he said as he grabbed her wrists and pushed them against her lower back. “Now, keep them there.”

She nodded warily and cast a glance around the room. Rick lounged against the doorframe as he watched Zane slowly reveal her creamy skin. Zane pressed a kiss to her soft flesh and unhurriedly undid one button at a time. As he pushed the material apart, he wrapped an arm around her middle, pulled her closer and tilted her breasts toward his mouth. The nipple stood taut against the lace fabric of her bra.

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 also 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.