Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (20 page)

Angel felt strangely at home. The room was beautiful, far nicer than any room she had ever been lucky enough to sleep in before. Even as a child, with all her father’s wealth her room hadn’t been as stunning as this one. And she had certainly never felt at home in it, not like this. When the sleeping arrangements had been spoken about earlier in the evening, she thought it odd that Daniel had referred to it as her room. “Y
our room is down the hallway, between Christian’s room and my own
.” Angel assumed he meant the guest room she would be sleeping in. But then, when Christian had walked her to the bedroom, he, too, had said a similar thing. “
I hope you like your room.
”

Your room
, she pondered. Both brothers had used the same wording. They both referred to it as her room, as if it had just been sitting there waiting for her to come and use it. Maybe it was her room. Maybe they had designed it with the sort of woman they had in mind of meeting one day. The woman who would live with them, be their loving submissive, and spend the rest of her life with them…maybe they thought that woman was her. No, surely not. No one person could be that confident in finding the perfect love, and most definitely no two people. But then, these brothers were unlike any men she had ever met. They were confident, self-assured, and had an air of certainty that astounded her. The astonishment mainly stemmed from the fact that with all of these qualities combined with their obvious physical strength and dominant natures, neither of them was mean. They didn’t appear to interpret the characteristics as a license to treat others with contempt and cruelty. In fact, it was just the opposite. They treated her like she was worthy of respect and care. They had helped her, protected her when she least expected it, and more surprisingly than anything, they had done it when she hadn’t even asked them to or offered them anything in return. Angel sat up in the bed. She really wished this was her room but knew that it never would be. If experience had taught her anything, it was this. She would only inhabit the beautiful space and possibly the two brothers’ hearts for a short time.

Her emotions started to swamp her, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. God, why was she so emotional? She hadn’t cried for so long. Most of her life had been spent hiding her pain, never letting anyone see weakness in her. She had cried on and off nearly all day. The one time she needed to give a good impression and not appear to be an emotional basket case, her shield had started to crumble.

Angel pulled her knees up toward her chest, wrapping her arms around them in an attempt to provide herself with the comfort she needed. She was so tired of feeling alone. Even when she was with a lover, and there had been many, Angel still felt alone. She was tired of being chased by the demons of her past. Her mind was regularly haunted by memories of neglect as a child and the emotional and physical damaged inflicted on her by every man she had ever been close to. Angel had grown accustomed to living her life without hope.

She used to have hope that one day someone would see her pain and help her overcome the nightmares, grief, and loss that dwelled within her, but her saviour never came. Angel remembered her mother’s words before she passed away. “
Life can be painful at times, my Angel, but time heals all wounds
.” Angel wondered how much time it would take to heal her. Or would she simply end up taking her emotional wounds to the grave? Sometimes the pain Angel felt was far too real, and now was one of those times. Tonight she had seen a glimmer of the hope she once had. It had been shown to her by the kindness and concern of Christian and Daniel. Angel wanted that glimpse of a different life to become real. But now…sitting in the dark…Angel felt like a fraud. She was a woman that would never be good enough for Christian and Daniel. This was not her room, she was not capable of loving the men the way they deserved to be loved, and Angel knew she shouldn’t have decided to stay. Angel held tightly onto her knees and sobbed as the pain engulfed her.

Daniel heard her crying as he entered the hallway. He headed toward Angel’s room as quickly as he could. Christian wasn’t far behind him. He quietly eased the door open and saw Angel sitting on the bed, rocking, crying, her head resting on her knees. Her dark hair was cascading over her face and arms, her hands were gripping her curled-up legs so tight he could see the pale white of her knuckles. Daniel stopped Christian from rushing farther into the room, not wanting to startle the delicate creature before them. Angel was so visibly distressed that she hadn’t even heard the two men enter her room. Daniel noticed the pillows on the bed splayed out behind her. Their shadows and darkened shapes seemed to project the appearance of wings. As both men slowly approached the bed, Daniel wondered if the woman before him was actually the epitome of her name. An Angel, but a fallen one.

Daniel said her name softly as he sat down beside her on the edge of the bed. He felt her lean into him as he sat, unsure of whether it was a conscious action or simple physics as his weight displaced hers on the mattress. Daniel placed his arm around her and pulled her closer before gently stroking her left arm with his free hand. Christian positioned himself on the edge of the bed in front of her, reaching out to touch her hands, which were firmly embedded on each side of her lower legs. Angel continued to cry, seemingly unable to stop. Both men sat patiently, comforting her through their touch. Daniel felt the tension in her body begin to ease. Her crying lessened as she relaxed into his body, lifting her head and letting it rest against his hard chest. Angel took hold of Christian’s hands, pulled them to her lips, and kissed them before placing them against her cheek and snuggling against them.

“Take some deep breaths, gorgeous,” Christian said. “Daniel and I are here now.”

Angel slowly gained control of her tears. Concerned glances were exchanged between Christian and Daniel as they waited for Angel to calm. Daniel knew this was more than mere shock from the events of the day. Angel looked exhausted. She remained holding Christian hands, but she had moved them down near her throat as if the weight of holding her arms up near her face had been too much of an effort to continue. Her body had gone limp, held upright only because Daniel remained supporting her from behind. The pulse in her neck visibly beat against Christian’s hand, slowing with every thump until it finally stabilized into a regular pace.

“Talk to us, baby. Tell us what’s got you so upset?” Daniel hoped his voice would soothe her as she rested against his chest.

“I can’t. I don’t know how to tell you.” Exhaustion was evident in Angel’s voice. “It won’t make sense.”

“Tell us anyway,” encouraged Christian.

“It doesn’t even make sense to me,” replied Angel. “I just think. I mean I can’t. I’m, I just feel…” Daniel watched as Angel struggled for words. “You just what, baby?” Daniel tilted her face toward him. “You just feel what?”

“Lost, I just feel lost,” she said, silent tears flowing down her face as the words came out of her mouth. “I’m so lost,” she repeated.

Daniel’s arms enveloped her. Christian leaned in and kissed her cheek before stroking her face and gently wiping her tears as they fell.

“You’re not lost anymore, Angel,” Christian said tenderly. “Daniel and I know exactly where you are.”

“That’s right, Angel,” Daniel added, “and whenever you feel lost, all you need to do is ask us and we’ll tell exactly where you are.”

“You won’t say that once you get to know me better,” Angel said weakly.

“Let us be the judge of that, young woman,” Daniel said firmly. His next question was directed to Christian. “Now, will we all be sleeping in your bed or mine?”

“Probably less of a mess in your room,” Christian replied.

“Why are we going to Daniel’s bed?” Angel asked.

“Mine is a king-size bed and yours is only a queen-size,” Daniel said. “There is more room for three in mine.”

Christian stood up and scooped Angel into his arms. “Lead the way, big brother. I’ve got her.”

“I’m too heavy for you to carry me,” Angel protested.

Daniel noted his brother’s silence at Angel’s statement as Christian carried her to Daniel’s bedroom. It never ceased to amaze Daniel why truly gorgeous and voluptuous women saw themselves as being heavy or overweight. God, he would rather have a curvy woman with some flesh on her bones as opposed to a model-thin creature that looked like a skeleton covered in skin. Daniel smiled at his brother’s rebuke.

“I’m only going to say this to you once, Angel, so listen carefully.” Christian’s voice carried an air of authority as he spoke. “You will never say anything like that to me again. You are not too heavy, I will not accept hearing statements from you about weight, how large you think you are, and most importantly, you will never call yourself fat. While ever you are with Daniel and me, any mention of these things will result in a punishment that will make your arse glow a nice shade of red…Do you understand me, Angel?”

“Um, yes, Christian, I understand,” Angel responded.

“Good girl,” Christian stated as he lay her down on Daniel’s bed. “Now, tell me why you are looking worried,” he said, climbing in beside her and pulling up the covers on his side of the bed.

“Yes, I don’t like seeing the woman I’m about to get into bed with frowning,” Daniel chipped in as he lay down on the other side of Angel. He adjusted the covers over her before pulling them over himself. “So, what is it?”

“Yes, sweetie, spill.” Christian rolled on his side to look at her.

“I’m really exhausted. I’m not sure I will be very pleasing to either of you right now. I mean, compared to if we had sex under different circumstances. That’s all.”

“She is presumptuous sometimes, isn’t she?” Christian looked over her, directing his comment to Daniel.

“Yes, we may need to break her of that habit,” Daniel replied.

“Still, at least we know she’s willing to have sex with us, and she thinks she can please us, which is always good to know,” Christian jested.

“Definitely.” Daniel smiled down at her. “Now, back to this presumptive habit you have. Did either of us mention sex?” He motioned between Christian and himself.

Angel shook her head.

“And what did I say when Christian and I were talking about what bedroom to use?”

Angel fidgeted with the sheet. “You said, ‘Will we be sleeping in your bed or mine.’”

“Exactly. Sleeping!” Daniel winked at her, reached up toward the headboard, and turned out the light.

Chapter Ten

Angel woke up the next morning snuggled between two incredible men. Christian and Daniel appeared to be sleeping soundly, and not wanting to wake them, she decided to stay right where she was. Angel was lying on her side, one arm draped across Daniel’s chest, with her head resting not far from his shoulder. Christian had his arm around her waist, cuddling into her back, his chin resting near the top of her head. Even as they slept, Angel could feel their strength. She breathed in the smell of Daniel’s fresh body.
Divine
. She inhaled deeply.
Simply divine
. Every time either one of them was close to her, she could feel her pussy moisten, and being held by them made her so horny she could hardly stand it. She thought of Daniel holding her on the veranda the previous night. He must have felt her nipples harden as he drew her into his embrace, smelt her arousal as he held her. Damn, she was so horny now, pressed between the two of them.

Angel wondered how she had been lucky enough to meet them, how they had managed to find her. Both men were so far removed from the type of person that existed in her world she thought their meeting must surely fall into the miracle category. This morning everything felt different. She did feel like she belonged here. Last night she had been overwhelmed, totally lost. This morning, she finally felt like she had been found, and today she was the luckiest woman in the world.

Both men were visually stunning with bodies that were firm and sculpted.
Michelangelo couldn’t have done a better job if he had created Daniel and Christian rather than his masterpiece of David. Angel let out a soft gasp suddenly recalling the size of the penis on the statue of David.

Please let my two Michelangelos be more endowed than David.

Of course, the fact that she could feel something hard protruding into her butt cheeks as Christian cuddled her did give her some indication of what he had to offer. Daniel, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have any sign of an erection, but then again the sheets were crunched up in a pile, so it was a bit hard to tell. Angel wondered if she could take a peek at Daniel’s manhood while he slept. After all, he was lying on his back with the sheet nestled on his lower abdomen. It wouldn’t be too difficult to accidentally brush the sheet a bit farther down.