Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Her hips did the same, but that was due to Ian running his fingers from her ass down to her silky folds. He rubbed her clit until she couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, wanting him to slide his fingers into her. She loved it when he filled her like that and wanted to experience it again. She had just taken Gray back into her mouth when she saw a wrapper fall to the floor and then felt Ian’s cock at her entrance.

“Just feel, Shea,” Gray said. “Let us make you feel good.”

She wanted to tell them they had already made her feel good, but when Ian’s dick stretched her sheath, it hit her that what they had previously done was nothing. His grip on her hips tightened to keep her in place to receive him, while she took Gray to the back of her throat. The combination of both acts made her body tremble, and she did just as Gray instructed. She let them lead, and she took what they gave.

Ian had seated himself fully inside of her, but then gave her time to adjust, for which she was grateful. His size was something she was not accustomed to, but she found the slight burn fueled her arousal. She tried to rotate her hips, but he wouldn’t allow her to move. From her position, with her legs widely separated and her upper body bent over, she had no leverage. Gray had a hold of her head and kept her still as he thrust his hips, so it was impossible for her to tell Ian what she wanted.

“You are so tight, honey. My God, I’m afraid to move,” Ian said in a guttural tone, letting her know how close he was to coming.

Shea’s saliva had now coated Gray’s cock to the point that her mouth was making sucking noises, which mingled with Gray’s moans. The sounds were erotic. The more he thrust into her mouth, the harder his engorged member became, and little bursts of cum leaking from his slit gave her samples of his taste. She rubbed her tongue over the underside of his shaft, loving that when she did that, his hips jerked a little more than usual.

“Do you like the taste of Gray, honey?”

Shea could only hum her answer of agreement. Balancing on one hand, she brought her other hand in between Gray’s legs and felt his sac, loving the heaviness of it. The skin was like velvet, and she would have loved to lick her way down to that area, but as she felt his balls tighten, she knew she’d have to do it another time. He was about to lose control, and she wanted that very much. Turning her hand, she let her fingers travel down to his anus, wondering if he would like being played with in such a forbidden area. She got her answer when his hands tightened in her hair and he hit the back of her throat.

“That’s it, Shea. God, you’re perfect.”

She finally felt Ian pull out, although much too slowly for her, until only his tip was keeping her entrance open. His fingers dug into her skin as he gradually pushed back inside, causing her juices to leak out around him and travel down her inner thighs. She was so busy concentrating on Gray that her body had opened up to Ian completely. As he thrust in and out, she couldn’t prevent the tingling of her orgasm if she wanted to. Ian let one hand release her hip as he brought it underneath her. When he made contact with her clit, which was covered with her cream, she couldn’t prevent the scream that built up in her throat.

Shea’s middle finger pressed firmly against Gray’s dark hole, causing him to scream out, his load shooting to the back of her mouth. She tried to keep up with the ropes of cum that were shooting out, swallowing as much as she could.

“Come for me, Shea.”

The minute Ian said those words, Shea’s body released in a way where she thought she would explode into a million pieces. Her pussy clamped on his cock, while her nerves zinged all the way down her legs to her toes, which were now curled into the carpet. She had just released Gray from her lips when he pulled her up and kissed her. She would have pulled away, thinking he wouldn’t like the taste of himself, but he didn’t seem to mind. Her hands landed on his shoulders, needing something to hold on to as Ian found his release and slowed down his thrusts, bringing her down gently.

A thought of when she wrote her last sex scene flittered through her brain, triggering the memory of wanting to be able to come to the sound of a man’s voice. At the time, she had imagined it was Gray. She now knew that both Ian and Gray had that kind of control over her body. How it had happened so fast, she had yet to comprehend.

When her legs couldn’t hold her up anymore, Ian pulled slowly out of her. Gray gathered her up and brought her to lie across his lap. No one said a word while he held her close and stroked her back. Hearing his heartbeat and his ragged breathing, it made her feel secure to know that what had just happened affected him just as much. Shea popped open one eye to see where Ian was and noticed that he was walking back toward them, which she took to mean that he had gone into the bathroom to remove his condom. When Ian came to stand by the couch, he leaned down and scooped her up into his arms.

“Let’s get you tucked into bed. We have a busy day tomorrow.”

Shea buried her face into his neck, inhaling his skin and the remnants of his cologne. She hadn’t wanted to say anything to break the moment of intimacy they had created, but now that Ian had begun the conversation, she started to feel a little insecure.

“Ian—”

“If you are about to say you are having second thoughts, it’s not going to fly.” Ian placed a kiss on her forehead, right before walking into his bedroom.

It was a massive room with a king-sized bed with black satin sheets and a matching comforter. Black furniture matched the bed, while the white carpeting made a startling contrast. She did have to smile as she saw some dirty clothes thrown in the corner. Shea would bet anything that Gray’s room was spotless. She heard Gray walking behind them and knew he planned to join them in sleep. It was a good thing the bed was big enough.

“It’s not second thoughts, exactly,” Shea whispered against his neck. “I just—”

Ian laid her down on the cool sheets, claiming her lips before she could finish her sentence. He bit down on her lower lip, and she was astonished that she felt it all the way to her pussy. How could she possibly want more of them? At this rate, she was going to turn into a nymphomaniac.

Gray slid under the covers on the other side as Ian released her from his kiss. Gray pulled her into the middle and tucked her against him, while Ian crawled on the other side and fit the front of his body against the back of hers.

“I want you to know that I’m not the type of woman who…” Shea’s voice trailed off, not knowing exactly how she wanted to word her sentence.

“We know that, honey.” Ian bent his head and kissed her shoulder. “But we are also aware that when something this amazing happens, it’s best to grab ahold with both hands and not let go. We want you. It’s that simple. Now all you need to do is learn to let go and enjoy the journey.”

Ian’s reply made her realize she didn’t even need to finish saying what she wanted to, as he reassured her they didn’t think any different of her for having sex with them so soon after meeting them. Shea had been listening to Gray’s heartbeat again, knowing that it was lulling her to sleep. She wanted to answer Ian by saying sometimes things weren’t so simple, like having a stalker after her and not knowing how to handle a ménage relationship, but her eyes had drifted closed and she couldn’t bring herself to open them.

“Goodnight, Shea.”

Gray’s chest rumbled with his words, and the only energy she could muster was to place her hand in the middle of his sternum. Ian reiterated what Gray had just said, but Shea felt too sleepy to reply. Being between them had wiped away her earlier reservations of unease at the thought of some random stranger thinking she belonged to him. Instead, all she felt was a blanket of security being between these two men. If she wasn’t careful, she could lose her heart to them.

“No. Absolutely not.” Shea stood her ground, as well as made sure her point was well made by placing both hands on her hips. “I am going home today, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Don’t bet on it, sweetheart,” Gray warned, stepping into her personal space. She refused to step back, so Shea tilted her head to look up at him. “Someone is after you, and if you think we are letting you drive an hour and a half by yourself, you are dead wrong. Which is what you could end up being if you don’t listen to reason.”

“Having sex with you last night does not give you the right to run my life.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Gray agreed. “But
making love
to you did give us the right to make sure you remain safe.”

“And if I remember correctly, making love to you isn’t going to make you announce it to the world, is it?”

“We need to have a serious talk about that, Shea, but not now.” Gray shook his head and took a step back. “Brad is coming over soon to let us know if he has found out anything from forensics on the car. Ian and I think it would be safer for you to stay with us until this guy is caught.”

“And I told you that that wasn’t going to happen.” Shea walked over to the chair in the living room and picked up her black suit jacket. It would serve two purposes. It would prove to him that she wasn’t going to do what he said, and it would also cover up her nipples, which she knew were pebbled. Since meeting them, her body seemed to have a mind of its own. “I have a deadline to meet, and all of my notes are at home. Plus, I’m not going to let this dictate what I can and cannot do.”

“And what about us?”

Shea turned to see Ian walk into the room. His hair was still wet, indicating he had just gotten out of the shower. He was rolling his sleeves up on his white dress shirt, which she had figured out was just a part of his casual style. Unlike his brother, who was wearing his suit jacket and blue tie to match his buttoned-up shirt like he was going to war in a conference room. They were both so different, yet they had the same effect on her emotions.

“I was thinking about that,” Shea said.

Before she could continue, her cell phone rang. Since her purse had been next to her jacket, it was in easy reach. Locating her phone, Shea saw that it was Gray and Ian’s business line that she had called a couple days ago. Thinking it was Lucy calling, even though it seemed a bit early for her to be in the office, Shea answered.

“Hello?”

“Did you stay with them?”

A shiver of terror went down Shea’s back as she realized it wasn’t Lucy. She tried to make eye contact with Ian and Gray, not knowing how to respond. How had this crazy man gotten into their place of work? How had he gotten her number, and where was Lucy?

“Who are you?”

They must have heard the tremor of fear in her voice, for Ian and Gray immediately stepped forward. Ian grabbed the phone from her hand and hit the speaker button, indicating that she was still to carry on her side of the conversation.

“I’m the one who’s going to save you. You belong to me, and I will teach you the correct way of being a good wife. And if it means killing those that have tried to lure you into a sinful life, than that’s what I will do.”

“Then come for us, you bastard. You come anywhere near her, and I will kill you myself.”

“She’s mine!”

The phone line went dead, and all Shea could do was stare at the device. This entire situation was getting out of control, and she might have just put the lives of these two men in danger—men that she was starting to care deeply about.

“Did you see the number he called from?” Shea whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. It had suddenly gotten rather cold in here, and her jacket did nothing to warm her body.

“Gray, call Brad and tell him to meet us over at the office. I’ll call Lucy, but I highly doubt she is in the office yet. I’ll tell her we’re closing for the day and to make sure she reaches all the other programmers.”

Ian pulled his phone from his pocket, all the while keeping a hold of hers. She watched as he verified that Lucy was stuck in traffic and requested that she turn the car around and head back home, essentially giving her the day off. He asked that she call the other programmers and tell them the same thing. Ian hadn’t gone into detail why, but Lucy obviously had accepted his offer, because he had ended the call rather quickly.

Gray had been by the window speaking with Brad, who was now on his way to the office instead of their condo. She heard him argue a bit, saying that he should be there to do a walk-through with them, but Brad must have convinced him otherwise. She wondered exactly what was being said on the other end of the line, as Gray had turned back around to face them, searching her out. Their eyes connected, and Shea saw the anger mixed with worry in them. As scared as she was, Shea had the urge to comfort him and tell him that everything would be fine.

She startled a bit when Ian’s arms wrapped around her, blocking her view of Gray. Looking up at Ian, she saw the same emotions flash across his face before he leaned down to brush his lips across hers.

“I’m scared he’s going to come after you,” Shea murmured against his mouth, relishing in his reassuring touch. “I’m afraid he’s going to hurt someone I care about. Elise hasn’t called me back yet. What if he’s gotten to her?”

“You said she was driving to Arizona, honey.” Ian angled his head to the side and gave her that tilted smile she loved so much. “She’s safer there than she would be here. And you are safer here than you would be at home. Please let us protect you. We have started something very precious here, and the last thing we want is to lose you now.”