Book of Love (7 page)

Still, her pussy ached, and she wanted a touch, a tongue. Friction. Damn it, this not-touching thing sucked.

Liam bumped her hip with his. “Bread is in the oven.”

“Cool.” She looked up at him, caught by how bright his eyes were, how clear.

He kissed her then, just as Elijah had, so close she could count his freckles.

“Oh…” She had her hand on his chest, could feel his nipple harden. His heart thumped under her palm, his breath coming fast. She let her thumb rub, tease.

Liam jerked, his hips pressing against hers when he turned her to face him.

“Please.” She cuddled in, finding a perfect spot.

“See how you are, getting busy again.” Elijah came to them, pushing behind her, his pelvis rocking against her ass, the hard ridge of his cock hot against her.

“Uh-huh.” Couldn’t they be a little naughty?

“We’re bad, bad people,” Liam said, but he didn’t sound upset. Not one bit.

“Not bad. Needy. She’s sex on a stick.” Elijah’s voice had a dark, happy edge to it that made her shiver, and he touched her, his hands sliding around her belly.

She was going to kill anyone who said it was time to stop.

No one did. Liam kissed her hard enough to push her back into Elijah’s shoulder. She rocked back and forth, moving against both of them, loving the way their cocks felt. They were both hard, and she knew they both wanted her.

“The bread. Save the bread.”

“Shit!” Elijah jumped to turn off the oven and the stove. “We’ll get back to dinner, huh?”

“Only if I can flirt shamelessly over noodles.”

“Anything you want, lady.” Liam rubbed, pulling her up, letting her slide down.

“I want you. Both of you.” Shame was overrated, right? If this was only going to last while that thing was around waiting to be banished, she needed to experience it fully.

“Good.” Elijah nipped at her neck. “We want you too.”

“I know.” It was the most delicious feeling ever. She pressed her breasts to Liam’s chest, her ass back against Elijah’s cock, feeling like a model for the swimsuit edition. It was magical, sort of, how they made her pussy wet. She’d never been all that lucky when it came to men. These two made her feel as if she had a leprechaun out there instead of a demon.

Well, except for the whole tearing-up-clothes, stalking, wind-blowing, Jesus-Christ-what-the-fuck-is-that thing…

“You okay, honey?” Liam asked against her lips.

“Yeah. Yeah, supper. A long, sensual supper.”

“We can make Elijah feed us.” Liam’s eyes twinkled.

“Oh, that sounds fun!”

Elijah pinched her butt. “Don’t let him give you ideas.”

The pasta needed to be stirred into the sauce and simmered a few more moments, and somehow she got them rallied to get it all on plates, the idea of Elijah feeding them too good to resist.

Bread, parmesan, pasta and a good bottle of red. Score. They went to the living room, settling on the floor by the coffee table. She even grabbed a couple of candles. “In case the lights go out.”

Liam nodded, admiring her when she sat down. “Good thinking.”

“I thought so. I’m brilliant.”

“You are, honey.” Elijah sat across from her, making a triangle between her and Liam. “Who wants a bite?”

“Liam first.” She wanted to watch. Who knew that would turn her on so much?

Elijah gave her a knowing look and took up a piece of bread to slide it between Liam’s lips. When Liam moaned, she did too. She watched him lick a little butter from his lower lip.

“Now Shiloh so I don’t knock her down when I kiss her.”

“Little garlicky?” she teased.

“I was enthusiastic.”

“I’ll share a bite with her.” Elijah fed her a bite, then ate the other half.

Oh, yum. Garlic, butter, delicious. Liam had done a great job with something so simple. It was a perfect compliment to her pasta. She forked up a bite of pasta, fed it to Liam.

“Green Yummy.” He nipped the broccoli off the tines of her fork. “It’s tasty.”

“Thank you. It’s my go-to meal.”

“It’s amazing,” Elijah said, feeding her another bite.

Liam fed Elijah a bit, and she stole a bite of garlic bread. It was luscious, making her eyes cross. She could just eat this, maybe some cheese.

“You like it.” Liam sounded ridiculously pleased.

“I love it. I might steal it next time we do lasagna at the bakery.” She closed her eyes and hummed happily.

Someone’s finger trailed down her chest, circled her nipple, and she moaned. Shiloh opened her eyes to see Elijah close, watching her while he touched her, Liam scooting forward until his knees pressed to hers.

“You’re delicious.” Elijah grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth, tugged it playfully.

“Am I?” She reached up to tug his hair free of the ponytail it lay in. She wanted to see it. Feel it. God, it was heavy. Heavy silk—raw silk, it tugged at her fingers.

“You are,” Liam agreed. “God, you two are my own porn reel.”

She smiled against Elijah’s lips, rolling almost lazily against him. His chest was wide enough to lean on, his legs like tree trunks. She’d thought Native Americans were supposed to be lean, but not ’Lijah. He was stocky, solid, strong. He made her ache, and moving back against Liam made her shudder.

“Yum.” Liam put both hands on her hips, sliding around behind her more fully.

“Uh-huh.” She found a rhythm, Liam, Elijah, Liam, ’Lijah. They rocked her, kissing her easily, Liam taking up where Elijah left off. She leaned on someone, clutching the other man’s shoulders. They were so hot, so beautiful.

Her clit began to ache again, her pussy slick and needy, the borrowed sweats almost too hot now. She arched, offering up anything they wanted, her body bowing with need.

Elijah bent forward as Liam offered her breasts to him, pulling through the thin T-shirt. He licked the tips of her nipples, then sucked, the wet cloth a whole new level of sensation. The fabric sensitized her, tugged and made her want to pull the shirt off, get bare lips.

Liam beat her to it, pulling the shirt up over her head, leaving her gasping.

“Please.” She ached, burned for attention.

“So soft.” Elijah lifted her breast, bending to lick her skin.

“Want you again. Both of you.”

“Yes.” Liam pulled her back against him, cradling her between his legs. “Love being able to touch you.”

“Your hands.” She moaned when they both touched her breasts, hands tangling together on her. They were trying to drive her crazy, and she was willingly going insane. She arched, her nipples rubbing Liam’s thumbs. Then there was Elijah, fingertips stroking the undersides of her breasts.

They were a tag team, masters at their craft, making her shake. Even in her crazy dreams since she opened the book she’d never imagined anything this good. She let her head fall back onto Liam’s shoulder.

“Sweet lady.” He kissed her mouth, Elijah loving on her neck with lips and teeth. Liam’s lips felt gentle, warm, where ’Lijah’s touch tingled, rougher, firmer. Elijah bit her shoulder, worrying it enough to leave a mark.

“Hickeys.”

Liam chuckled. “Yeah, Shiloh. He’s leaving a bruise.”

“Taste so good,” Elijah murmured.

“Let me try.” Liam nudged Elijah out of the way, his mouth taking Elijah’s place.

Oh, God. She pushed up against them, her skin on fire, her breasts heavy. She squeezed her legs together, wanting more. Her pussy ached, slick for them. She reached down, groping for something solid, some proof they needed her as much. She felt Liam against her ass and then she found ’Lijah’s dick, hard and rigid and ready.

“Touch me.” Elijah opened his jeans and pushed them off when he rose up to kneeling. “Right there.”

That heavy dick was offered to her, unashamed, wet-tipped and proud.

She moaned, and Liam took her hand, helping close her fingers around ’Lijah’s cock. Liam used a tighter grip than she would, stroking up and down roughly, but ’Lijah didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, the needy bastard rocked up and demanded more.

Boys. She tightened her grip a little more, and both men gave her approving sounds.

Liam nodded. “That’s it, lady. Make him need.”

“He’s so hard.” She loved how warm ’Lijah was too, how proud and strong.

“He’s magical. Pure magic.” Liam cupped Elijah’s balls as she stroked.

“Oh.” Elijah arched up on his knees, spreading wider so they could both touch him more easily. “Oh, damn.”

That cock was a weapon, curved and long, bowed. So sensual. Elijah seemed to dance for them, hips grinding, belly rippling with hard muscle.

Liam’s free hand pushed into her borrowed sweats, finding her clit unerringly.

Shiloh cried out, sensation swamping her brain and body, her hips riding Liam’s hand. She stared into Elijah’s eyes, moving her hands, up and down.

Staring back, Elijah fucked the tunnel of her fingers and Liam’s, his breath coming hard and fast. She rubbed her thumbs over the head, dragging over the slit. He bucked for her, and Liam moaned against her ear.

“Look at you two,” Liam said, voice a bass Irish rumble. “My lovers.”

“Need you. Both of you.” Was the wind picking up again? She didn’t think so. In fact, the storm seemed to have passed.

Maybe this was just making love, simply desire. She hoped so. These two made her stupid.

Liam nibbled the curve of her ear, teasing her, and ’Lijah lifted her right breast, thumb rubbing her nipple.

Her clit ached, the burn perfect, making her thighs shake. Liam chuckled, the feel of it giving her goose bumps.

“Making me crazy.”

“Good.” ’Lijah nodded sharply. “Want you wild for us. I can smell you, honey, wet and ready for us. Not going to last, Liam. You’ll have to help her.”

Liam grunted happily. “I will lay her down on you and lick her until she screams.”

“Oh, damn…” Her cunt tightened, needing something to squeeze against, the image that brought up making her jerk Elijah’s cock hard.

He moaned, his back arching up, his dick pushing into her grip, swelling even more.

She thought about apologizing, but instead she did it again. Liam helped, showing her where to give Elijah a tiny scrape of nails. Soon ’Lijah was humping her so hard she was slapping Liam’s chest with her back.

“Come on, ’Lijah. Come for us.” Liam’s voice was blown, raw, a guttural sound.

“Fuck!” Elijah came as if Liam’s words had power, as if the command was all he needed.

Oh, look at that. So fine. She watched him jerk, watched the seed spill from him and land on his legs, her arm.

Elijah pushed close, kissing her desperately, moaning his pleasure. Shiloh pushed a hand into his hair, holding him against her, even as Liam slid a rough finger into her pussy. Yes. Fuck yes. She arched up from Liam’s lap, spreading so he could push deeper.

“Ready, Elijah? Want to switch places.” Liam eased his fingers free, which made her moan with disappointment.

Elijah nodded and leaned against the sofa, drawing her into his arms. She pressed against him for another kiss, before he turned her over, her back to his chest, pulling her sweats off before spreading her legs with his big hands.

Liam looked at her as if she was the best kind of feast and he was a starving man. He licked his lips before crawling over to her, his mouth finding the pulse point at the base of her throat.

She moaned, the pressure and heat on her back joining with the tingles sliding down her chest. Liam petted her belly, her thighs, fingers rough but sweet.

“More.” She needed connection, damn it.

“Anything you want.” He nibbled down, his lips and tongue making her twist and wail. When he added his teeth into the mix, she could barely bear it. He scraped at her nipples, licked at her navel, finally rubbing his stubbled cheek over her lower belly.

Elijah spread her wide, exposing her, letting Liam push two fingers into her cunt. She bore down, her ass rolling against ’Lijah’s body.

“Sweet lady.” ’Lijah kissed her neck, and Liam kissed her mound, breath tickling her curls.

Elijah bent his knees, spreading her wider, her ass lifting off the floor. She arched her back, demanding Liam’s mouth, and she finally got it, his tongue swirling around her clit. The slick touch started a fire inside her, little jolts of lightning that shot up her spine. She reached for his shoulders, digging in her nails, her legs wrapping around him. Liam’s hands slid under her ass, easing her up against his lips.

He sucked her clit just enough to make her cry out, his mouth hotter than anything she’d ever felt, a brand on her skin. Her head fell back against ’Lijah’s chest, trusting him to support her as she flew.

Elijah cradled her, hands sliding up to push her breasts together, fingers just touching her nipples. Liam licked at her, pushed at her with the tip of his tongue, his fingers sliding into her cunt. They spread her, working hard, sliding over her, in and out.

“Liam!” She cried out, muscles quivering, her pussy clamping down on him.

“Sweet girl. He wants you, so badly. Lapping you up.”

“I can’t— I think I need to come.” Caught between their bodies, her pussy full of Liam’s fingers, her clit throbbing, she felt incredibly powerful, ready to explode.

“So come. Multiple orgasms are our friend.”

She laughed, her belly pulling in, her breath catching when Liam tugged at her clit with his lips. Yes. Oh, God. She came hard, shaking, clutching at Liam.

Her inner thighs were soaked, body shuddering, and Liam never let up on her, never let her come down. Elijah helped Liam, one hand sliding down over her belly so he could touch her clit, Liam licking his fingers as well as her flesh.

“He wants you. Wants to fuck you, Shiloh.” ’Lijah’s voice was warm honey, sweet as anything.

She nodded, her hair sliding on Elijah’s smooth skin. “Please. Oh, God, please.”

Liam groaned against her pussy, nodded, and then she lost his touch, missing his fingers and mouth already. He rose up over her. “Rubbers. Where are the rubbers?”

“Wallet,” Elijah said.

“Thank God.” Liam took it with a grateful look.

“You boys have got to get more organized.”

“We should buy them by the case,” Elijah teased.