In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“The fact that I dream about you fucking me doesn’t change anything.”

Zane angled his head. “Are you sure about that?”

Hell, no. It changed everything, and she knew it. “I’m positive. Sex is sex.”

“That’s all you want, sex?” Lowell didn’t believe her. She could see it in his eyes and hear it in his tone.

She didn’t believe herself either, but she had started this story, and she was damn sure going to stick to it for as long as she could. “I want you out of my system, both of you. I want you to leave me alone and let me go on with my life.”

Her heart bumped against her rib cage as Lowell got to his feet. “Is this your way of tellin’ us you’re givin’ in?”

No. Yes. Hell, what am I saying?

“Before you answer, you need to know this, darlin’. If you say yes, and I do expect to hear the word yes before anything happens, there’s no going back and no stoppin’ it once it starts. What we say, what we do, everything about you will belong to us.”

For how long?
The question sprang to the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t dare ask. Gods, one minute she wanted to cut off both their dicks and beat them with them until they left her house. The next, she wanted to forget everything and simply hold onto both of them forever.

Yep, she had finally reached the certifiable level of her insanity. Too bad for her the behemoth men with the white straitjackets had apparently taken the night off.

“For the rest of the night.” She threw her own condition into the mix. She couldn’t let them believe it would go any further than that. How could it? She was already putting herself in a damnable situation that would cost her. Dragging it out would only cause her more destruction.

Lowell nodded once. “We’ll start with that.”

Danica gulped. The intensity in his eyes left her no doubt of just how serious he was. “Do I get a safe word?”

“No.”

She sliced her attention to Zane, her heart tripping. By the Goddess, the man just might be more ruthless and dominant than Lowell. “But, what if—”

“Your safe word is no,” Zane clarified. “You use it and everything stops.”

“For good,” Lowell added.

She saw the easiest way out. Let them start to touch her, let them make one move, then all she had to do was say no. They would stop and they would leave.

Both of which are exactly what you
don’t
want to happen.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
How had they gotten to her so quickly? She should be stronger than this. She had been through so much, and every damn bit of it had started with Lowell Tucker.

It’s going to end with him, too.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and knew, no matter the twists either of them had put on the plot over the years, the story had always been headed right back here.

Danica opened her eyes, met Lowell’s gaze, then looked at Zane. “Yes.”

Zane didn’t speak at he got to his feet, but his gaze never wavered from hers. He walked around the coffee table, hooked an arm around her waist, and yanked her against him in a move that drew a small gasp from her throat.

She felt Lowell close in behind her, the heat of his body penetrating her nightshirt and sending excited chills racing through her system. He put his hands on her shoulders and skimmed them down her arms even as Zane glided one hand from the small of her back up her spine. It was if their hands came equipped with tiny needles that pierced her flesh, injecting her with a heavy dose of erotic desire so potent it made her feel dizzy, intoxicated, and completely crazed.

Lowell shifted behind her, moving in so close even oxygen couldn’t get between them, and she felt his cock, impossibly hard and long, press against the small of her back where Zane’s hand had been. In front of her, Zane’s body molded to hers, his rigid muscles an inflexible contrast to the soft way he held her with one hand on her hip and the other on her side. Zane ground his hips against her, and she felt his cock, stiff and bulging against her stomach.

This was it. This was how so many of her nightly wet dreams started. But, tonight, they would end as they always did. Tonight it was finally real, they were finally here, and she had caved after all.

Danica wound her arms around Zane’s neck, letting herself relax against Lowell at her back, and stared into Zane’s eyes. What she saw nearly took her breath away. He hadn’t said much since they left the Circle M. He had been taking the back seat, letting Lowell run the show, probably hoping she and Lowell would work out their demons and stop spitting at one another like overgrown children. But this was his time now. The keen possession that moved through his bright blue eyes told her that. She had agreed to give herself to him, and he fully intended to take whatever he wanted, however he wanted.

She expected him to do just that. Instead, he surprised her with a tenderness that clouded her senses. He kissed her, licking her lips and softly coaxing them to part as his tongue swept inside her mouth. She let her hands roam as his tongue tangled with hers, lacing the fingers of one hand in his hair while she glided the other over his broad shoulder and down his bicep.

Touching him was nearly more amazing than being touched by him. She had never gotten to do this, even in her fantasies. His dense muscles flexed under her hands, the sensation drawing another quiet moan from her throat even as he angled his head and took the kiss deeper.

His hand slipped from her hip to her ass, and he gripped her cheek, squeezed, and pulled her even more firmly against him. His thigh pushed between her legs, lifting and grinding against her pussy.

She ground her hips against the contact, riding his thigh as her clit started to pulse and juices leaked from between her feminine lips to coat her inner thighs.

“You’re takin’ an awful lot of liberties with those hands of yours, darlin’.” Lowell nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, nipped at the sensitized flesh, and moved both his hands to her hips. His fingers tightened on her hip bones, the grip halting her movement, and she whimpered in protest. “Were you given permission to touch so freely?”

She didn’t answer. No way would she stop kissing Zane long enough to acknowledge the question. No one had told her she couldn’t touch, and by the Gods, she was going to take the opportunity while she had it.

To prove just that, she skimmed a hand between her body and Zane’s and molded her palm over one of his pecs. The muscles jumped beneath her fingers, and she dared to flick her thumb over his hardened nipple.

He wrenched his mouth from hers, pulling back with a flash of warning and a river of heat in his eyes. “Lift your arms behind you and lock them around Lowell’s neck.”

Damn it. She wanted to argue, she wanted to scream, but she knew if she did either of those they would stop. She started to move her arms when Lowell’s hands skimmed to the front of her thighs, one dipping beneath her nightshirt to palm her pussy.

Her hips bucked against the touch, grinding almost immediately in search of a deeper sensation. His hand pressed harder, effectively stilling her movement, and he licked her earlobe between his teeth for a quick nip.

“What we say, remember?” His thick, southern drawl had lost all softness and held only authority now. This was the Lowell she remembered, the one who demanded and took rather than leaving any options open. “Put your hands around my neck now or we’ll have to punish you.”

Wicked whips of desire slashed through her pussy at his threat. Punishment could be so very sweet, and yet, did she really want to purposely disobey their orders already?

No, she wanted that explosive orgasm they had been holding back from her for so very long. The only way to get that was to do what they commanded. Closing her eyes, she lifted her arms and folded them back, lacing her fingers on Lowell’s nape.

“Keep them there.”

She felt the warmth of Zane’s words on her face, and then his lips were back. He cruised tender kisses over her eyebrows, her closed lids, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue, but his mouth didn’t stick around. The tip of his tongue trailed down her chin and neck, traced the outline of her throat, and pushed aside the material of her nightshirt when it reached her chest.

Danica opened her eyes as she felt Zane pull back. She saw his gaze flick over her shoulder at Lowell and could almost feel the unspoken communication that passed between the men. This wasn’t the first time they had taken a woman together. Jealously twisted in her belly at that realization, but she forgot all about it in the next instance when Zane’s fingertips started to caress her chest. He dragged them along the neckline of her nightshirt, then dipped his head, his mouth returning to her flesh as he began working the buttons of her shirt free. The tip of his tongue licked along each inch of skin he exposed as he unfastened each button with a snail-paced rhythm that had her heart racing and her mind screaming.

She wanted him to move faster, get rougher, to grip the fabric in both hands and rip the blasted buttons free.
Feast on me, damn it!
The nibble and swipe he did with his tongue was excruciating. To add oil to the fire, or maybe to simply send her on a direct trip to the nuthouse, he kept his kisses and licks on a straight, torturously slow path down, not even deviating to suckle a nipple or kiss a breast as he finished with the last button.

“Please.” The word left her lips before she could stop it. “Zane, please, I can’t stand this.”

Her pussy throbbed. Juices pooled between her feminine lips, collecting in a thick, slick stream. She tried to wiggle, to gyrate her lower body against Lowell’s solid one at her back, but his hand had moved back from her pussy to her hip where he held her once again in a firm, unyielding grip.

“Remember how the club said you needed to learn to focus on your senses, especially when some are taken away?” Lowell’s whisper held a hint of amusement mixed with a calm control. “Patience is another lesson for you, darlin’. You get what we want you to have when we’re ready to give it to you.”

“You’re not being fair,” she moaned as Zane sank to his knees in front of her, his kisses now peppering her abs and stomach.

“When have I ever been a fair lover, Danica?”

The past. No, she didn’t want to think about the past right now. For the first time in five years, she didn’t want to feel the anger and pain that would come with those memories. She and Lowell had grown up together. They had been friends and finally lovers. They had only made love twice before he had torn her world apart, but he was right, he hadn’t been any fairer then than he was being now.

Lowell moved a hand from her hip to the base of her throat. Coupled with his continued firm hold on her other hip, the pressured grasps prevented her from writhing between him and Zane as Zane’s demon tongue finally reached her pussy and slipped between her lips.

Danica forgot all about fairness and everything else threatening to taint the moment as a quiet, “Oh, yeah,” escaped her lips, and she turned to jelly in Lowell’s arms.

* * * *

Watching her was almost as satisfying as fucking her.

Okay, so that definitely proved it had been a long time since Lowell had gotten his hands on his woman. Watching didn’t even come close, but it was certainly enjoyable. He shifted his hold on Danica to keep her from slithering to the floor as Zane’s head disappeared between her legs. She had gone almost completely limp in his arms, her eyes closed, her head resting on his chest, and her lips forming a sexy as hell
oh
of pleasure.

He swallowed, nuzzled his chin at the bend of her neck, and gazed down the front of her body. The woman was a piece of work naked, perfect curves, delicious swells, and wonderful angles to tempt and tease a man to the point of sheer frustration. He should know. He was nearly there himself, wanting to feel every inch of her, to run his tongue along every creamy morsel. And that luscious mouth, his dick ached, his shaft so hard it was a wonder he didn’t impale her through her back, from the need to feel her full lips locked around his cock.

Wait your turn.

It wasn’t often that he bided his time with a woman, even when he was sharing her with another man. He needed to hold back now, though, for Danica and for himself. This was the moment when he would know if he could really share her with Zane or not. He knew the man had fallen for her, but there was no way Zane could love her already as much he did.

Seeing the way she had looked at Zane, watching the way her body responded to the man, told him what he needed to know. She had fallen for Zane, too. He might get these little fits of jealously here and there, but Danica’s pleasure was the most important. He trusted Zane, and as he focused his attention down her body, something in him shifted into place. For the first time in years, everything felt right, even with Zane in the equation.

From his vantage point, he couldn’t see what Zane was doing to her, but he could feel the back of the man’s hand against his thigh as Zane wrapped his fingers around Danica’s leg. Lowell knew what Zane intended to do, and he braced himself to take Danica’s full weight as Zane picked her leg up off the floor and settled her foot on his shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” Lowell told her softly. “I’m not going to let you fall.”

With one foot still on the floor and the other resting on Zane’s shoulder, her pussy was wide open for Zane’s mouth. Lowell saw Zane’s shoulders shift as he no doubt angled his head, taking advantage of the new position and the depth it allowed him to eat her pussy.