In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

He tossed the plug aside, turned his hand over, and palmed her pussy before delving three fingers into her channel. Wet ambrosia coated his fingers. He wiggled them, thrust them inside her, and marveled at the sounds of her moans mingling with those of the sloshing her wetness caused. “Is this where you want me to make love to you, Dannie?”

“Oh, God, yes.” Her words came on labored breaths in beat with his plundering of her pussy. “But...”

“But what, baby?”

“Lowell. I want Lowell, too.”

Zane saw Lowell briefly close his eyes, the man’s shoulders rising and falling in a deep breath, before he answered her. “I’m right here, darlin’.” His voice sounded thick and full of emotions. Of all the things Danica could have said or done in that moment, Zane knew she had just said the words that sent his friend on an express ride to Heaven.

Lowell shucked his jeans off and kicked them aside. The man didn’t wear underwear. He positioned himself at Danica’s head and curled his fingers around his shaft. “You’re going to suck me off this time while Zane pleasures your cunt.”

“That works. I haven’t tasted you in a very long time.”

Pain sliced through Lowell’s expression. “Have you—” He bit off the words, shook his head as if telling himself no, and gulped.

Zane knew what he had been about to ask. Had she missed his taste?

Remember your truce, buddy. Now isn’t the time break it.

“Do you enjoy suckin’ cock, darlin’?” Lowell asked instead. He reached behind him, pulled a thick throw pillow off the sofa, and put it on the floor before getting on his knees. It put him at just the right height to reach her mouth when he was ready.

From his position, Zane couldn’t see Danica’s face, but he heard the smile in her voice when she said, “Mmm, yes.”

Zane adjusted his stance, lining his cock with her cunt. His height coupled with the way they had bound her on the low coffee table would make fucking her easy. Still, he held himself back, feasting his gaze on the sight of his cock a scant inch from filling her, loving the way her pussy lips contracted as she waited for him to enter.

He wanted to take her slowly, enter her fiery depths in a series of minute presses that would prolong the first heavenly sensations for them both. Instead, the instant her tight cunt began to close around his cock, he knew he would be unable to stop until he became buried as deeply in her clinching channel as he could get.

Zane threw back his head and closed his eyes, losing himself in the rapture of being inside her for the first time. He made a sound he never heard himself make, but knew it conveyed every ounce of pleasure he felt. When he opened his eyes moments later, his gaze landed on Lowell just in time to watch the man pushing at Danica’s sultry lips with the engorged tip of his cock.

The combined ecstasy of his own passion and the sight of Danica’s lips parting to suck Lowell’s dick inside until her mouth met with the base of his body brought him a thrill like no other. He drew back, his cock screaming in protest as he pulled from the intense bliss of her pussy until only the head remained inside her, then he thrust.

“Dear God,” he growled as sensations claimed him. His balls tightened, his cock pulsing with each plunge into the wet, accepting depths of her channel. Taking her slowly and drawing out the moment as long as he could quickly became an option of the past. His hips balked, pistoning his cock into her gripping canal in a succession of rapid moves he couldn’t find the willpower to slow.

Lowell matched his pace, fisting Danica’s hair in his hand as he fucked her mouth as rapidly and violently as Zane made love to her pussy. The sounds of bodies slapping, erotic moans of pure passion, slurping and sloshing filled the air in a pornographic mix of paradise. Zane felt her reach the edge, her inner muscles clamping on to his shaft like a vice and taking him right along with her. She writhed on the table, quivering between them, and he realized she was fighting to hold onto her control. With Lowell’s cock filling her mouth, she couldn’t ask for permission to come as they had demanded of her.

“It’s okay, Dannie.” He ground the words through gritted teeth as he ruthlessly held onto his own release. No way in hell would he come before she did. “Come for us, baby. I want to feel your juices flow all over my cock.”

“I wanna hear it when you come, darlin’,” Lowell chimed in. “Let me hear how good it feels. Let me feel the vibrations of your moans on my cock as you come.”

She gave them both what they wanted, screaming around Lowell’s cock as the orgasm spewed from her pussy, drenching his dick. Her cries softened to amazing erotic sounds of pure satisfaction that wrapped around his shaft like a satin fist, her inner muscles convulsing and squeezing his cock and tugging him over the edge with her.

He gritted his teeth as the pressure in his cock and balls broke through the barrier of his control. Hot jets of semen spurted from his cock, mixing with her juices, and drawing a low rumbling growl from his throat. Somewhere in the fathomless bliss of the moment, he heard Lowell’s echoing grunt and knew the man had lost his control, too.

Danica went limp. Every muscle felt possessed by the Jell-O monster. She lay bound to the coffee table, her head hanging over the edge, her wrists and ankles stinging from the strain she had put against the straps that encircled them, and she knew, even if she hadn’t been shackled that way, she couldn’t have moved if she tried.

That had almost been it, the mind-altering, soul-consuming orgasm her body had been craving for her very long. Almost, only because she still hadn’t had both her men inside her at the same time.

You will soon enough.

No, not soon enough. But she knew Lowell and Zane were working to that inevitable conclusion.

Then what?

She didn’t want to think about that now, didn’t want the reality of what would happen come morning to cloud the bliss of what was happening tonight. Lowell hadn’t given her a straight answer on when he and Zane would be going back to Tampa, but they would leave. They had to. She understood that, accepted it, and had resigned herself to the fact that she would deal with the disaster it would create in her life when it happened.

Lost in her thoughts, teetering on the verge of sleep, she barely registered the hands tenderly working the knot on the blindfold free. She didn’t bother to open her eyes even as she felt the blindfold being lifted away. An almost imperceptible moan escaped her throat as the hands moved to her breasts and gently removed the clamps from her nipples. The hardened points throbbed as blood rushed back into them.

Her focus shifted to her ankles and wrists as Lowell and Zane slowly removed the straps binding her to the table. Still, she didn’t move. She couldn’t. Every inch of her body felt used and abused in the most magnificent ways.

“Dannie, are you still awake, baby?”

Hands glided over the backs of her thighs, her buttocks, and her back. She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t need to look to know the hands belonged to Zane. Already, she could easily distinguish his touch from Lowell’s. She didn’t know how. Both men had slightly callused palms, long fingers, and a touch that felt equally tender and strong. She only knew when one of them touched her it sent different identifying signals to her brain.

She moaned in answer, her body slithering beneath his touch.

“Can you move, darlin’?”

Another hand, Lowell’s, pushed the hair behind her ear that had fallen into her face.

Danica licked her dry lips and swallowed. “Maybe in a minute. I’m good staying right here.”

One of them chuckled softly. She couldn’t tell exactly which, but figured it to be Lowell when he spoke again. “You can’t stay right there, darlin’.”

“Fine,” she groaned and attempted to lift her head. It felt too heavy for her shoulders, the muscles in her neck protesting the movement.

“Hang on. I’ve got you.” Zane’s arm pushed beneath her, lifting her like a rag doll off the table and into his arms.

She felt him lose his balance, felt them falling back, but didn’t have the strength to help prevent them from going down. She wound an arm around his neck, held onto his bicep with her other hand, and trusted him to absorb the brunt of the blow as they hit the floor.

“Maybe not.” His laugh was soft and breathless, his arms tight around her as he shifted, holding her in his lap.

Danica smiled as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest, breathing in his scent and soaking up his warmth. “That’s one of those E for effort kind of things.”

His lips brushed the top of her head. “One of these days I’m going to get a top grade out of you for something.”

Danica turned her head into his chest and grazed her lips over his pec. “I gave you one for the fajitas.”

She sensed Lowell moving, the tiny hairs on her body standing on end as he lowered himself beside her and Zane. Everything about Lowell electrified her system and compelled her to touch. She reached out, flattening her hand on his chest, and idly let her fingers play in the dark, springy hairs that covered his flesh.

“Do you want me to take her?”

Though she knew his question was meant for Zane, she answered him. “No, I want to stay right here, just like this for a while.”

“Let me carry you to the bed, darlin’, so you can get a few hours of sleep.”

Tiny centipedes of fear crawled up her spine. Sleep. She didn’t want to sleep. Every time she did, she awoke to a reality that felt empty, needy, and broken. Her fingers lightly twisted in Lowell’s chest hair, the fingers of her other hand playing in the hairs on Zane’s nape, and for the first time in so very long she didn’t feel empty, nothing seemed broken. The needs were still there, astonishingly beginning to stir in her system despite the orgasm they had just given her. Still, the world she was a part of right now, at the very moment, was a world she wasn’t yet ready to leave.

“I’ll sleep enough when I’m dead.”

“So that’s your philosophy.” Zane’s hold on her loosened, but his arms remained locked around her, holding her close. “All those nights you stay up writing, you figure you will make the most of every second while you have it.”

“Something like that.” Danica lifted her head and opened her eyes, blinking to force her vision to adjust to the light of the room, and met his gaze. “I learned to make the most of every second talking on the phone and messaging on Facebook through the night, too.”

Emotions moved through Zane’s handsome face. “You discovered how to make me fall for you.” He shifted slightly, lifting one hand to cup her cheek. “You did, you know? I never believed I could fall in love with a woman I had never physically met, but I did.”

Danica had to force her next words around the lump that formed in her throat. “So did I. Fall for a man I had never physically met, I mean.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I wanted to. I knew I should.” He shook his head and let his hand fall from her cheek.

“I asked him not to,” Lowell interjected. “If you’re going to be pissed at anyone about that, it should be me.”

Danica looked at him and the lump in her throat grew. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn his eyes glistened. She definitely knew she wasn’t imagining the grim set to his lips or the ticking in his jaw.

“I’m not angry with either of you for that.” She realized as she said it that it was the truth. All the anger she had been harboring for years, the quick fury that had swamped her when she learned Zane had deceived her, had fled too far from her grasp. That lifeline she had so often been able to cling to had started to diminish, and she didn’t want to get it back. “I know why you did it.”

Lowell cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

Danica stared at him, knowing she was about to break their little truce before their allotted time, but unable to stop herself. “I haven’t been angry with you for a long time. Not really. I tried to be. I
wanted
to be.” She dropped her gaze, unable to continue looking at him as she confessed, and took a deep breath. “The rage I took out on you turned into anger toward myself, but I refused to accept that. I channeled it back on you and kept it that way. It was easier than admitting what I had done to you, to myself, and…to us.”

She forced herself to look at him again, lifting her gaze just in time to see him close his eyes. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, saw him wince as if in acute pain, and then his face relaxed.

“I hurt you.”

Danica shook her head. “My father hurt me. My mother hurt me. You did your job.”

“I should’ve handled it differently. I should’ve—” He raked a frustrated hand through his hair. “Hell, I don’t know. I should’ve walked away from the case. I was too close, too personally involved. Christ, I was in love with a prime suspect’s daughter. I might as well have been trackin’ down my own family.”

Danica straightened and turned her attention on Zane. He had become an unmoving, but keenly observant chair for her to sit on. “Do you know the whole story?”

“Some of it,” he answered softly.

Danica took a deep breath, held it, then let it out slow as she went back in time. Five years back, to the day she had been at her parents’ house when Lowell had showed up to arrest her father. She remembered the look of sheer sorrow on Lowell’s handsome face, the glimmer of tears in his eyes when he told her and her mother the horrible things her father had done and demanded to know where he was.