Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (40 page)

She felt her cunt fill with her own juices squirting against the engorged head of Christian’s cock. Wet, slippery heat consumed her lower body, two cocks sliding, easing within her as her body continued to shudder with orgasmic waves. Her cunt clenched onto Christian, and she felt her arse grip firmly at Daniel’s thrusts. The world faded away, and her body trembled as she cried out.

She first felt Daniel’s release and then, moments later, Christian jerked into her a final few times, as her two lovers began to come. Moisture filled her arse and cunt as their hot seed blew into her before both men finally relaxed around her, breathlessly. Angel continued to shudder momentarily, as each man remained buried deep within her, breathing heavy as they gently stroked her trembling body. She imagined what they must look like, a mass of arms and legs, bodies covered in sweat, Angel’s damp hair clinging to both her face and Christian’s chest.

She felt Daniel move away from the tangle of bodies. Again, she heard water running, the opening then closing of a cupboard door. The dip of the bed as Daniel returned.

“Has she moved yet?” He spoke quietly to Christian, as she continued to lay motionless on top of Christian.

“No, she hasn’t,” Angel mumbled, feeling completely sated.

Daniel eased Angel off Christian’s body. He cleaned the excess fluid slowly seeping from her arse and cunt with a moist washer before drying her with a towel. Christian grabbed the second washer from Daniel and wiped the perspiration off Angel’s back before rolling her over and washing the same from her breasts, stomach, and back of her neck.

“Let’s move to your bed,” Daniel said to Christian as he scooped Angel into his arms and carried her out of the room and down the hall. He eased Angel down onto the cool, clean sheets of Christian’s bed, and both men, as always, lay down on each side of her.

“I feel like I’ve just had an out-of-body experience.” Angel looked drowsily between each of the men as they nestled her under the covers.

“Nothing out-of-body about it, you were definitely there, baby.” Christian stroked the side of her face tenderly.

“Three bodies becoming one, confirms that now you truly belong to us.” Daniel smiled at her, running his fingers over the softness of her belly. “So there’s no escaping from either of us now.”

“I don’t need to escape. I don’t want to be anywhere but with the two of you.” Angel felt a cheeky smile breach her lips. “And by the way, if that’s how you two punish someone for being a brat then you can expect me to behave badly more often.”

Much more often.

Chapter Seventeen

Angel slipped out of bed about three in the morning. She had no idea why she had woken after only a couple of hours sleep, but as she lay next to Daniel and Christian, she had the overwhelming urge to see what was in the chest her mother had left her. She collected the wooden chest from her bedroom and walked silently into the living room. Flicking on the reading lamp, she sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning up against the sofa, and stared at the chest sitting on the floor between her legs. Angel had no idea what the wooden chest her mother left her contained, but she was anxious to find out. She didn’t know if it was butterflies filling her stomach or the fact that she hadn’t eaten since lunchtime the day before, but her stomach began to swirl.

“Fear of the unknown,” Angel whispered to herself as she inserted the key into the lock.

The chest creaked slightly as Angel lifted the lid. Not surprising since it had been sealed for twenty-seven years. Angel gasped as she saw her mother’s smiling face, eyes sparkling with joy and love as she stared into the face of a tiny Angel. Memories flooded Angel’s mind as she thought about the day the beautifully framed photo had been taken. It was so long ago, for Angel it was like looking into a different world. A fairy tale that hadn’t had a happy ending like all good fairy tales should.

Underneath the picture there were envelopes with varying titles.

To my dear Angel, Happy Birthday,
and
A message from your loving mum.

Angel flicked through the envelopes, sorting them into letters and cards, then laid them on the floor next to her. There was a birthday card for every year since her mother had died, up to the age of twenty-one. Angel stared into the box once more. She picked up a black jewellery case with a gold angel sitting on top. Inside was the jewellery she remembered her mother having when Angel was a child, plus more pieces she didn’t recognise. Each piece had a cardboard tag attached to it. She picked up an opal ring and read the tag.

Great-grandma Daisy, ct gold, red rolling flash opal, rare. Great-grandpa mined the opal himself, keeping one of the clearest and most brilliant stones to give to his wife on their
^th
Wedding Anniversary
.

Each item had a similar tag, stating what it was and who had owned it with an accompanying story of how they came to own the piece. Some pieces of jewellery had a notation of “see picture in included photo album.” Angel picked up the photo album and began to look though it. It was like staring into a crystal ball with images of a past life firmly ensconced in it. She touched the photos with care, tenderly running her fingers over the images she wasn’t really able to connect to with. She knew in her head that this had been her life until the age of seven, but along with the death of her mother, her heart had lost its connection to most of the events depicted.

Angel stared at one of the pictures. At first glance she thought it was a snap of her brothers playing with her when she would have been about three. Angel was lying across the lap of one of the boys while the other boy was tickling her. All three were laughing. It was a candid shot, none of them looking at the camera, no posing or false smiles, just three young people having fun. She could never remember her brothers playing with her, she only ever remembered their disinterest.

Angel smiled as she read the notation her mother had made.

Daniel trying to protect Angel from Christian’s tickling fingers.

Angel looked at the photo again. It was Daniel and Christian. Daniel was indeed holding her across his lap, but he had one arm extended away from her as if in an attempt to hold Christian back. Angel felt warmth run through her body. There was a flush of embarrassment at the thought of what her mother would think of her current relationship with the two men. Hopefully, Faith Wylde would be happy about the arrangement. After all, it had been her intention to let Angel become part of the Shore family, albeit with Daniel and Christian as brother figures.

She placed the album down beside her and proceeded to undo the delicately wrapped little boxes that were numbered with gold stickers from eight to twenty-one. There was a gold charm in each small parcel along with bracelets of increasing sizes included in the presents marked eight, thirteen, and sixteen. Angel felt the tears roll silently down her face as she read each accompanying birthday card. The present for her eighteenth birthday also included a necklace that matched the bracelet her mother had given her for her sixteenth birthday. The present for her twenty-first birthday included a sapphire and diamond ring along with a charm.

Angel let the tears flow freely as she wondered what she would have been like as a person had her mother’s plans actually worked out and she had been able to grow up with the Shore family. Would she be a better person, much the same, or totally different? She certainly would not have had the scars her body had received over the years, no stab wounds, perhaps. But would there have been other trials? And what would her relationship with Christian and Daniel have been? Certainly not sexual as it was now.

The one remaining item in the chest was a red velvet bag. As Angel opened it, she smiled. Pictures drawn by her, her mother’s pearls, worn on her wedding day to Angel’s father, Faith’s wedding rings, a cassette tape, and two books—
The Female Eunuch
and
Pride and Prejudice
. Angel stared at the soft curl of hair tied with a purple ribbon and sealed in plastic. Was it hers? It must be, she finally decided, as she laid it on top of the items from the bag.

As Angel began to read through the few remaining letters that had been in the chest, she lay down on the floor amongst her new found treasures. As she read the last letter, emotional and physical exhaustion finally took its toll. Angel didn’t realise she had fallen asleep. All she knew was that her mother’s image filled her and a peaceful feeling of love entwined itself with her barren soul, quenching a thirst she hadn’t realised existed until now.

“Wake up and come and see this.” Christian shook Daniel awake. “Don’t make a noise. I don’t want you to disturb Angel.”

“Where is she?”

“You’ll see. Now come on, quietly,” Christian whispered as he moved stealthily out of the room.

As Daniel silently walked into the lounge area, Christian noticed him glance over at the sleeping Angel curled up on the living room floor. Angel’s naked body lay wrapped in the throw from the lounge, wrapping paper and gift boxes lay scattered around her feet, and the pile of glittering charms and stack of cards were near them. As the men crept over to her, Christian picked up the open photo album and passed it to Daniel with a smile. An open letter lay next to Angel’s face, her hand resting palm down against it on the floor, and the open wooden chest lay at her side.

“Did you hear her get out of bed?” Daniel asked, with a shake of his head Christian indicated no.

“I’ll put her back into bed,” Christian said as he leant down and picked Angel up off the floor. Angel stirred in his arms as he started to walk to the bedroom.

“My mum gave me birthday presents,” Angel whispered as she snuggled into Christian’s shoulder.

“That’s because she loved you very much.”

Christian barely got the words out through the lump that gripped his throat. He glanced back at Daniel, who was carefully placing the numerous items back into the chest. Angel didn’t stir again as he placed her into his bed and tucked her in. He wondered how much sleep she had actually gotten last night. When he returned to the lounge room, Daniel was sitting on the sofa reading the letter that had lain open on the floor next to Angel. Daniel was visibly moved as Christian approached.

“We should have been with her when she opened all of this.” He passed the letter to Christian and walked toward the kitchen. “I’m making coffee.”

Christian looked at the perfectly formed script in the letter. Its similarities to the engraving on the top of the chest could not be mistaken, the letter and engraving written by the same hand. He took a deep breath before he began to read.

Dear Angel,

Once more I want to wish you a Happy st Birthday. I hope you liked the card and gift I gave you. I assume styles of such things will have changed over time, but the sentiment of congratulating your daughter on becoming a woman I am sure remains the same. It probably seems like a lifetime since you and I were parted, and I guess with this day being your coming of age, then actually it is a lifetime since we last saw each other. I wish I had been there to share my life with you, but unfortunately the Gods had other ideas.

I pray your life has been a good one since I left you. I chose for you to live with Andrew, Caroline, and Francis Shore because they have been my strength and hope for many years now. I am sure that my cancer didn’t take me from you sooner thanks to their love and support. Their home is filled with love, understanding, and acceptance for all who enter. It is the home I longed to provide for you since you were born, and I am forever indebted to my beautiful soul sisters for caring for you after my death. I know your new brothers, Daniel and Christian, will be as loving and protective as the parents who raised them. Through them I hope you see what true siblings should be. Even though the boys are only in their teens, Andrew has already ensured his values and beliefs have been instilled in them. They are respectful and loving boys, and I know they will grow into loving and honourable men. For this reason I am assured that you will be cherished and protected by them always, even after Andrew, Caroline, and Francis are gone.

I asked Caroline and Francis to deliver a present to you on each birthday until the age you are now, twenty-one. I feel now you are old enough to truly value the chest of love that I put together in the last weeks of my life.