Danea (11 page)

“I don’t have a full sized bed,” she said with a slight giggle.

Noah heard the nervous sound and shook his head. “Who sleeps in a single bed these days?”

“I do,” she answered, her head resting against Wade’s shoulder.

“You were telling me what you read,” Wade urged gently.

“I…I was trying to…figure out…”

“Let’s sit and talk, Danea,” Noah suggested, his gaze meeting Wade’s.

“Do you want us to leave, Danea? If you’re uncomfortable or uneasy…” Wade felt the counter keenly behind him when he backed up, the force of her spinning to face him startling him.
“We are not going to push you into something you don’t want. That is a promise from us both.”

Danea looked for a long minute into his eyes, warm and caressing as he stared back. She turned quietly and looked over at Noah, taking in the jeans that seemed to cling to every muscle he owned, his legs long and lean. She knew the decision was hers, she felt it far deeper than either of them could understand. She pulled in a long, slow breath and crossed the room to the open bedroom door.

Moving quickly, she scooped all the blankets, quilts and pillows into her arms and stumbled with them into the living area, dropping them to the large open space. Then she went to the closet outside the bathroom and collected all the extra items she had, adding them to the pile before she looked up to find them watching her.

Okay, she thought, swallowing hard as they came forward, almost in sync and urged her to sit on the sofa. Wade went to one knee and pulled her shoes free, setting them off to the side. Noah stacked things and slowly shook out blankets and quilts to create a large, soft pallet on the floor. The six pillows tossed down last.

“Talk to us, Danea. What’s wrong?”

“I…I don’t know…I don’t want the word afraid…you don’t frighten me…but I don’t know how…and I read and saw…some…”

“Danea…slow down…we would never do anything you don’t want,” Noah frowned and glanced toward her computer. “You researched…what?”

“Three people…two men and…one…me,” she cleared her throat a few times. Her face was up, but her eyes closed as she tried dealing with the heat flooding into her cheeks.

“I see,” Wade
said slowly. “And this worries you? Do you think we’d hurt you?”

“No,” her eyes opened to find Noah sinking to her other side. She looked over to see Wade sitting on the chair, his elbows on his knees and hands clasped in front of him. “Of course not. I know…I feel that…you’d never hurt me, either of you. But…what if I can’t…what if I’m too…too inhibited or…god, I feel like a little kid.”

“Are you afraid to try?”

“I had no idea…no, I mean, I had ideas but never thought…” she stopped and inhaled slowly. “No. I mean, no, I’m not afraid to try…obviously I have two men wanting to have sex with me so how can there possibly be something I’m afraid to try?”

“You also have to face the fact that what we want from you is a great deal more than simple sex, Danea,” Wade said carefully.

“As if sex with three people is simple?” She squeaked after giving up trying to clear her throat.

Noah brushed the backs of his fingers over her face. “Alright?”

She nodded.

“And you know nothing…and I mean nothing…is set in stone, Dani,” Noah kept watching her face. “You are the one in control. If you’re willing to accept us, you’re the binding center for us. Without you…”

“What if I’m not good at…” her voice had fallen a little with each word. “What if I’m just not good at this…
”

“Good at what, Danea?” Wade frowned.

“Sex.” She threw the word out and groaned. “If I didn’t feel my knees fall apart when you kiss me…I’d seriously swear your other halves have made a big, big mistake. I’m nothing like what I read online. I am not a strong pivotal point between…”

Her words came to an abrupt and sudden halt with a tiny yelp when Noah stood and pulled her to her feet. Before she realized what was happening, she saw her tunic fly over her head and land on the chair.

“Hey!”

“Now…tell us what you want, Danea,” Noah took a step back.

“What I want…” she repeated slowly, suddenly forgetting that her top was gone.

“After you take off the pants,” Wade suggested g
ruffly, standing up to take in the full effect of her curves and femininity. Hesitation had her hands shaking just a little as she reached for the band at her waist and she peeled the leggings off to toss them over with her shirt.

“I want to touch. I want you both naked,” she said firmly, drawing her tongue around her lips. “Umm…I don’t have…I’m not on…” she stopped when both men reached into the pocket of their respective jackets and tossed a hand full of condoms to the ledge above where the pillows rested on the floor.

“I think we’re prepared,” Noah said, reaching for his belt buckle.

“No.” Danea looked from the condoms to them. “I changed my mind,” she said hastily, two low groans making her shake her head. “N
o, I mean, I want to undress you…one at a time…and I think that’s more than enough. I have to work tomorrow…and be able to walk…and think coherently…at least a little,” she said with a soft laugh.

Neither man moved as she stepped up to Noah and replaced his hands with hers on the buckle of his belt. She moved his
hands to the side and pulled steadily on his t-shirt until it was free. Her hands went beneath the fabric, stroking over his stomach, onto his ribs and then his chest, taking the shirt higher with each foray. She maneuvered it over his head and let him shrug it off before turning to Wade and stepping closer.

He wore button shirts and she noticed her fingers shaking just a little as she worked the buttons free. Then she pulled the shirt from his pants. His chest was different, she thought, her fingers tangling in the light covering of dark hair that began in a thin line at his belt line and rose onto his chest.
A framed T of coils across his upper body, the two small male nipples drawing her attention for a quiet minute, one fingernail circling each curiously.

“Are we allowed to touch?” Wade asked, his voice edged with streaks of the sexual tension filling the room. He met the surprised look on her face with an arched brow. “Did you believe we didn’t mean it when we said you had the power, Danea?”

“I…I’m not sure I know what that means,” she answered cautiously, lost in the textures beneath her fingers. Her breath caught suddenly in her chest when a pair of hands appeared on her panty covered behind. She was panting lightly when the hands stroked over her waist and onto her back, the snaps of her bra set free next. Soft hands; rough hands; gentle touches that sent a shiver through her and made her back arch through the sensations that heated her from her toes upward.

“It means no matter what, we talk,” Wade said, His breath caught when her fingers toyed with his nipples, fingernails drawn over them before she pressed he
r hands higher to his shoulders and her mouth against his skin in a series of slow, wet kisses. The shirt was pushed to the edges until he had to shrug it off and let it fall to the floor. “If this isn’t what you want…if you’re not ready for what we feel, Danea, please…”

“I know that what I feel is like nothing I’ve ever known before,” she whispered, stepping closer and dragging her tongue over his chest, scrapping it over one nipple and enjoying the shudder that ran through him.
“I know you both have some kind of power over the sensual side of me that makes me wet and…and hungry. I…I can feel myself tingling and swollen…like parts of my body are only just now coming alive.”

“Perhaps our little human has mating instincts of her own,”
Noah said from behind her, his groan low as he stroked his hands over her ass, holding her against his swollen cock. “Which means you chose us, Dani…that makes it all the more special.”

Danea closed her eyes, a sweet sensation of heat flowing through her every time their hands roamed over her. Somehow, Wade had slid her bra off and it was gone, her breasts in his hands.
A shot of intense pleasure swept through her when he trapped both nipples between his thumbs and fingers, stroking and tweaking until they were hard and aching for more.

“We need to flip a coin…” Noah bit down on the hollow of her throat.

Danea moaned against the mouth that covered one breast. “I want both of you this first time…it’s important,” she whispered, realizing her fingers had covered Wade’s head and was holding on, arching her back toward Noah.

“Dani…”

“The sofa…sit there…” she said, pulling herself from the euphoria they were promising the sensual side of her. She stepped back, her body protesting when the sensual touch was taken away. Both of them stared as she peeled her panties down her legs. A heat flush struck from her toes to her cheeks. “I’m not used to…to being naked…well…I mean…I am…when I swim…”

Noah crossed the room and hit the light switch before going to the ledge above the fireplace. He flicked the long lighter there and lit the candles she had dotting the surface before he crossed to the dining area and tapped that light switch.

“Better?”

Danea was positive she was dreaming
as the light vanished and shadows of gold filled the room around them. She felt tears burning in her eyes and tried to blink them away. Their consideration…all for her. She was important enough to them that it shook her to her core thinking of the emotions rushing through her.

“Hey…what’s wrong?” Wade
framed her face, turning her to face him when she tried to avoid him. “Danea…”

“I don’t know,” she whispered honestly, shaking her head. She backed up and reached for the belt at his waist.
“You two decide…tonight…I want to kiss you,” she said boldly, opening his belt and the button before sliding his zipper down. She could feel his cock pulsing beneath his boxers and he groaned when she stroked her palm down the length to the base. “And maybe…I’ll taste you both tonight…”

Noah felt his cock throbbing against the denim of his jeans. Each time she spoke; each plan she outlined made him just a little harder and hungrier.

“I’ve been offered a buffet…and I’m supposed to choose,” he teased, his grin frozen in place when she turned and faced him. A few short steps and he had a finely curved woman standing in front of him. He was positive his heart stopped when she stroked her palm over the hard evidence pressing for release from his jeans. She curled her fingers around the fabric and stroked once and once again before releasing him.

He stared into her eyes as her fingers worked the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. Her hands were warm when she slid them beneath the denim and over the flat of his stomach to his hips, pushing the fabric aside. She helped the fabric over his hips, her nails scraping over his ass and making him grind his teeth. Just from her touch.

“I’ll take the sofa,” Wade said from the side, finishing undressing and sinking down to watch. His hand circled an already painfully hard cock and stroked heavily from the base to moist tip.

“Then you get to help me with her…” Noah took her hands and quickly removed his clothes, kicking them aside and grabbing up one of the condoms. He set it on the sofa and backed her onto Wade’s lap, spreading her legs on either side. “Beautiful…fucking beautiful…”

Wade let his hands fall naturally into place, each one surrounding one breast. His palms scraped over each nipple and he watched them spring back to tight little pebbles before tipping her head to the side and kissing the surprised ‘OH’ of her mouth.

Noah dropped to his knees, his palms sliding hotly over the soft insides of her thighs until his thumbs brushed the delicate folds already dipped in moisture.
He let his thumbs continue their stroking, over the swollen labia and parting them to peer at the cluster of femininity. He felt her jump when he leaned closer, dragging his tongue over the wrinkled folds before using his fingers to swirl in the thick syrup gathering at the small opening.

Danea wasn’t sure she’d survive. She could feel them touching her. Each one individually, and yet all at once.

She could feel each stroke of
Noah’s thumb over her pussy lips and then it was his tongue. Her senses were being overwhelmed as her tongue fenced with Wade’s. Her entire body wanted to arch up, wanted to grab the fingers arousing her nipples and the other hands toying with her pussy.

Little whimpers were breaking from inside her.
More,
she thought,
use your fingers just a little higher, just a little more,
she wanted to tell him.

“I think our girl is impatient,” Wade murmured when she pulled her mouth from his and panted softly. His cock throbbed against her lower back, arching and twisting
as she wiggled against him.

Noah flicked his thumb over her clit at the same time he slid one finger through the small opening, swirling and stretching before adding another finger. Her body lurched forward when he stroked moisture from the opening to her clit. He drew elongated circles around her clit without touching the little nub poking out for more contact.

“I think our girl is wet and sexy and tastes amazing,” Noah whispered loudly, his breath teasing over the spread damp pussy.