The Strength of Three (6 page)

TJ’s head lowered and he placed a simple kiss on the nipple he’d tormented with his fingers. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the brown-pink tip of her small breast before his lips closed around it. Chris’s shoulders shot off the wall.

He didn’t even have to move. With TJ working on her breasts, making her squirm, she was doing all the work for him. She pulled on his length as her hips shifted in time with the tugging at her nipples.

“Christ, you feel so good.” He thrust into her, slapping her back against the wall, no longer able to control himself.

“More.” Her head thrashed and she tried to tug her hands free with an anguished cry.

“Everything.” Sweat beaded on Jon’s forehead.

TJ’s fingers slid along her belly, dipping into her navel and through the curls covering her mound to settle on her clit.

“Oh God.” Chris’s entire body stiffened and arched as TJ found the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.

“That’s it, baby.” Jon felt TJ’s knuckles rasp along his cock as he pushed in and out. Jon found the touch comforting. The first time it had happened had semi-shocked them both but then they’d both shrugged and continued pleasing the woman they’d been with. Now the coincidental touching didn’t even faze them.

His balls drew up, signaling the impending eruption. Son of a bitch, he wanted to feel his come spurting into her with no protection. He’d never gone bareback before, never wanted to. Right now he’d give up everything he owned for the chance.

“Come for us, Chris.” TJ’s soothing demand seized her. She shattered, crying out and gripping his hips with her legs in an unbreakable hold.

Jon felt every tiny ripple. It drew out his orgasm. He slammed into her one last time, burying his cock as deep as he could go. His neck corded as he threw his head back and growled with release. It went on and on, like no other orgasm he’d ever had.

Breathing hard and listening to TJ murmur inane things in her ear, Jon collapsed against her, supporting her with a cock that didn’t understand it had just exploded with mind-blowing intensity.

Stupid thing wanted more. He wanted more. He wanted it all. His fingers loosened their hold on her wrists and they slipped from his hand to dangle at her sides.

“Oh my God.”

TJ laughed. “We’ve reduced her to ‘Oh my God’.”

“Aislinn was so right.” She swallowed and let her head drop back. “Can I take this off yet?” She tried to lift her hand to her face but lacked the energy and it fell useless, knocking against the wall.

TJ and Jon smiled at each other. They knew what she was talking about. Hell they’d overheard the conversation she’d had with Aislinn but they wanted to hear her say it. “What was Aislinn right about?” TJ asked.

“What?” This time she succeeded in removing the blindfold to stare at them with a perplexed look as if she didn’t realize she’d spoken out loud.

“What was Aislinn right about?” TJ said softly again, encouraging her to talk to them.

Her cheeks flushed and she licked her lips. “Oh. Um. She, we… Nothing.”

Jon didn’t think it was possible for a face to get any redder. He pressed his hips forward, stroking her pussy until she moaned, and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “Nothing my ass, sweetheart.”

“We most certainly did not talk about your ass. Much, anyway.”

TJ crossed his arms and sighed. Jon smiled again and, drawn to her still stiff nipples, pinched them lightly.

Chris sucked in a breath.

“As much as I like you talking about my ass with your friends, in this instance I don’t think you were referring to my ass.” He didn’t know why it seemed so important to get her to admit she’d wanted to be with them.

She squirmed on his cock, hardening his flesh yet again and trying to distract him.

He wouldn’t let her. Jon grabbed her hips and stilled her. “Don’t even go there.”

Chris lifted her lip in a semi-snarl before turning it into a pout.

TJ snorted. “That won’t work either. We’ve got you pinned to the wall, literally, and neither of us plans on going anywhere until we’re satisfied with the answer you give us. Talk.”

The cheeks went pink again and she tucked her head to her chest. “Shetoldmetohaveaflingwithyou.”

“What?” TJ lifted her face with a crooked finger under her chin. She blew out a breath that flapped her lips, stared at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world and grudgingly spoke.

“She told me to have a fling with one of you. Well, no that’s not really true, she said ‘you’ in general, as in both of you, and I thought she was crazy but obviously she was not and how many women have you done this with ’cause it really is kind of weird, not that I didn’t like it because, wow, it was absolutely mind blowing and I really wouldn’t mind doing it again—”

“Breathe,” Jon barked. “Jesus. Ask a woman a simple question.” He’d gotten what he’d wanted though, her admission that she wanted them. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him. “My back is starting to kill me. Let’s move this to the bed, shall we?”

Chris’s gaze narrowed on him as she came to her senses. “Are you saying I’m fat?”

“Lord,” TJ muttered, rolling his eyes. “What is it with you ladies?”

“Don’t change the subject, Chris.” Jon shifted her in his hold.

She yelped as he swung around and hobbled down the hallway to his bedroom with his cock still embedded in the sweet depths of her pussy and his pants falling off his waist. He opted for his room, knowing TJ’s would be a mess, like always. The man had a strict aversion to making his bed and picking up his clothes despite being in the military, or perhaps because of it.

Chris squeezed his neck and hung on.

“My back hurts from banging you against the wall like an animal and then standing around while trying to follow your ramblings.” He nipped at her ear, chuckling at the way she tried to scramble up his chest until she jerked at the sharp sound of a bark coming from behind the bathroom door.

“Eeee…put on the brakes, stop, back up the bus.” She dug her heels into Jon’s ass and shot a hand out to catch the frame of the door they’d just passed, yanking them to a halt. Jon nearly stumbled. “What the hell was that?” Because it sure as shit sounded like a very familiar bark. Like that of her own German Shepherd. Which wasn’t possible since he was safe and sound at her home.

Something niggled in her brain, something Aislinn had said about giving them her keys so they could get some stuff so she’d feel more comfortable. Nah. They wouldn’t take her dog, would they?

“Sounded like a dog to me.” TJ looked bored.

Chris gingerly pulled free of the thick penis which had minutes ago helped to give her a fantastic orgasm, a penis she was anxiously looking forward to getting to know better, along with another still hidden beneath the buttons of TJ’s fly. For a second, her cheeks heated with the direction of her thoughts then she sobered.

After getting on her own feet she rested her fists on her hips, ignoring the fact she was nude from the waist up. “That’s Clodhopper, isn’t it? How the hell did my dog wind up here and why do you still have a penis?”

“Clodhopper,” Jon muttered.

Her gaze shot to TJ’s groin, since she knew for a fact Jon didn’t have a problem with his equipment. The copious amount of moisture leaking onto her thighs was proof.

Her eyes widened just as TJ opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh my God. What did you do to my dog?”

TJ put his hands up in a soothing gesture. “Calm down. I didn’t do anything. He’s fine.”

“Then how did you get him here? I know for damn sure he wouldn’t have come willingly.” She glanced again at his crotch, smiling when he covered it with both hands.

“Where the fuck did you learn to teach your dog to go for the balls?”

Chris smiled sweetly. Served him right for kidnapping her doggie.

This was what Aislinn had told them to bring from her house? She could cry right now. Aislinn knew Chris used Clod for protection, although fat lot of good he’d done her when her brother had shown up and Clod had been at the groomers. Had her brother waited for such a time? Had he been watching her? Didn’t matter anymore. Besides, what better way to protect herself from these two men than a trained attack dog? She had to admit, having Clod here went a long way in making her feel safer though she was starting to believe she didn’t need it. TJ and Jon weren’t going to hurt her. Not physically anyway. They might break her heart when they were through with her, but she didn’t think they’d cause her pain.

TJ grabbed her forearm when she reached for the door handle. Chris glanced down and grinned. “You might want to step back.” His fingers flew off like she’d burned him. The second she opened the door, Clodhopper bounded out, tongue flapping, tail wagging.

“Shit.”

“Motherfucker.”

She felt the air move as both men jumped back.

“Hello, baby.” Chris dropped to her knees and buried her head next to his. He panted and whined his greeting, his big paws landing on her thighs. His snout lifted, sniffing the air and looking over her shoulder at TJ and Jon. His lips curled and a low growl emanated from his chest.

“That’s my good boy. He’s very protective,” she said over her shoulder.

“No shit, Sherlock.” TJ pressed himself against the wall.

“And you call yourself a SEAL?” Chris rubbed the scruff of Clod’s neck once more before standing. The feel of his fur tickling her naked breasts was more than a little weird.

“Do you see a gun in my hand right now? That dog nearly took of my manhood.”

“Your
manhood
? I think they call that purple prose in fiction. Can I have my shirt back?”

“No.”

The emphatic no came from both of them. Clodhopper took exception, snapping at the one closest to him, Jon.

He didn’t seem the least bit impressed. “Call Cloddy off, Chris, and let’s get back to the reason you’re here, which we all now know has nothing to do with just a fling.”

“But—”

“No buts. Call him off.”

Jon didn’t move from his perch, TJ didn’t either, both of them presenting non-threatening positions.

“Oh fine, but just for the record, I really think it sucks that you broke into my house and stole my dog.”

TJ was quick to answer. “I didn’t break into your house, I had a key, and I didn’t steal your beast, I brought him here so you would be more comfortable armed with the knowledge that if either of us did anything you didn’t like, you could sic him on us.”

She paused. A lump formed in her throat. Men weren’t supposed to be thoughtful. They were supposed to use women and toss them away, not provide the protection against them.

“Clodhopper, at ease,” she commanded, using the hand signal Clod would recognize. He immediately sat at her heel and panted, waiting for his next instruction. He wouldn’t attack unless he felt Chris was being threatened or she gave him the command to attack. He’d do it without qualm, friend or not.

Jon straightened, stripped off the used condom as if that were the most important thing right now, then stuck his free hand out for Clodhopper to sniff, letting her dog get to know him.

“Why exactly did you give him a name like Clodhopper?” TJ joined Jon, a tad slower in offering his fingers to the wet nose and tongue of her dog. She could just imagine what had happened at her house.

“Because he had such big feet as a puppy. You drugged him, didn’t you? That’s why you still have your package?”

Jon stepped around her into the bathroom and disposed of the condom.

TJ nodded. “Didn’t hurt him a bit.”

“Next time I shoot you with a dart, I’ll be sure and ask if it didn’t hurt a bit,” she grunted.

“Speaking of packages…” TJ adjusted himself. “Perhaps it’s time we move this party into the bedroom.” He stepped closer, invading her personal space and wrapping his scent around her. Her mouth watered, and her pussy flared to life. It appeared the niceties were through. She nodded and watched Jon’s hand wrap around his cock and give a long, slow stroke.

Chris swallowed as a drop of pre-come leaked from the tip.

Each of them grabbed one of her elbows and tugged her to an open door at the end of the hall. The door shut with a resounding click, shutting Clodhopper out and making her jump with its implication. No escape. Did she even want to?

TJ stepped up behind her and hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her skirt. He shimmied it over her hips to let it puddle on the floor. “We’ve been waiting too long for this to be just a one-nighter.” He knelt and his hands wandered up from the backs of her knees to her butt cheeks, caressing and smoothing over the skin.

The up-close-and-personal attention her ass was getting embarrassed her, but she had a feeling there were far more exciting things about to happen than him touching her butt.

He proved it by spreading her cheeks and running his thumb the length of her crack, pausing to circle her anus. She gasped and rose up on her tiptoes. Her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened and damned if Jon wasn’t drooling as he stared at the front of her body on display for him.

If she were at all self-conscious about her body, she might feel more awkward. As it was, she felt cherished, as if she were the only female on the planet who’d ever turned them on. She wasn’t, but it was the way they both made her feel in this moment that mattered.