Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4 (20 page)

When he settled beside her, opposite from Matt, she turned her head to face him.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was fantastic.”

“Anytime.” Clint swiped his hand over his glistening lips and chin before leaning in to kiss her. She didn’t seem to mind the lingering taste of herself on him.

“Well, not anytime. Next time is my turn.” Matt surprised them both, maybe even himself, when he lifted Clint’s wrist and licked the glossy length of his finger. “Fuck. She’s delicious.”

“Uh huh.” Saying more would have been impossible as he stared at Matt, who savored the delicacy he’d ingested.

Clint’s cock pulsed where it nestled against Jambrea’s side, most likely leaving a trail of precome in its wake. He had to have her soon or he’d embarrass himself in front of both his best friend and the woman they hoped to impress.

“Matt,” he called out, urgent.

“Yeah, you’d better go first anyway.” The guy smiled wryly. “I’m even more skeptical about you taking me, wild thing, now that I know about your history. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you last night.”

Clint’s need went on hold as he observed the authentic concern in his partner’s gaze. “I was there. She loved every minute.”

“True story. I did.” Jambrea blinked. Her pupils were huge, though her eyes were clear and focused. “And I can’t wait to do it again. But yeah, Clint made a very nice appetizer.”

“Hey.” He wasn’t sure he liked being the opening act, well, except for the whole about to blow factor.

“But guys…” Matt glanced away before meeting their stares. “She didn’t take all of my cock last night. I held her up. I know I’m a lot to ask of my partners. Hell, I’ve been dumped twice because I was too much of a chore. ‘Unpleasant’, I think was the word.”

“Do you mean that bitch, Tiffany? ’Cause she did you a monumental favor.” Clint shook his head. “I never understood what you liked about her. She treated you like shit.”

“I can’t wait to have all of you.” Jambrea came to the rescue as usual. Her kindness outstripped everything else. No way would she ever belittle them, whether they were hung or pencil-dicked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do it right away.”

“Jesus.” Matt zoomed in for a kiss. “Are you apologizing for yesterday? Because I swear to God it was the best sex of my life. It wouldn’t even have mattered if I didn’t get to be inside you at all. Just sharing the moment, bringing you pleasure, that would have been enough.”

“Well, this is about more than getting by.” Their wild thing flashed a wicked smile. “This is about everything. All you’ve hoped for. It might not be today, but I will accommodate you. Even if it takes some practicing.”

The ease with which she put Matt’s doubts to rest, when Clint had been unable to do the very same thing for months on end now, turned him on beyond belief. He wanted to hug her with the force of an anaconda. Except that he’d never harm her. At least not on purpose.

Regret had no place in their bed.

So he dedicated himself to making it up to her instead.

“Jambi, you know we’re safe from Lily’s files. And we read that you’re on birth control. Unless you have some condoms in those boxes of yours…”

“Who would I have used them with?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m a nurse. I’m clean and I know how strenuous Lily’s screening is. I made sure of it when I went to her with my request. Go ahead, Clint. I want to feel you in me bare.”

“Oh fuck.” Matt dropped his forehead to her good shoulder.

“I’m hoping you will. Some time before I die.” She stuck her tongue out when Clint growled at her. Then she surprised him by rolling onto her side. A wince reminded him of her injured arm, but she situated herself until it was apparently comfortable. “One request…”

“Anything,” both he and Matt answered in unison.

“Let Matt hold me while you make love to me?” Her almond eyes begged him. There was no way to say no, not that he wanted to.

“Of course.” Clint reached for his partner’s arm and drew it over the woman pinned between them. He guided Matt to Jambrea’s thigh. The guy caught on quick and curled his fingers around her leg, lifting until she was open and ready for Clint to fit himself to her.

He didn’t waste any time in doing exactly that.

Slippery and hot, her pussy felt like heaven on his aching cock. He tried to go slow, but found himself on the cusp of penetrating her in the span of a few heartbeats.

“Yes,” she hissed as she craned her neck forward enough to nip his bottom lip. “Do it.”

For some reason, he felt the need to check with Matt first. His partner was staring at him when he glanced over. “Give her what she wants.”

And Clint didn’t need more encouragement than that.

She took him inside for the first time, knowingly, as if they’d been made for each other. His cock tunneled deeper with every rock of his hips. Not to mention the answering flex and release of her pelvis. A natural oscillation brought them together tighter and tighter with every pass. Soon she did have his entire length.

He’d never been so happy in all of his life. Content yet exhilarated. Steeped in ecstasy still certain there were better things ahead. Reaching for impossible heights, he tried to share the experience with his partner.

“She’s tight, and hot, and wet. So wet.” He filled Matt in. “I have to fuck. It feels too good. Killing me.”

“Me too.” Their wild thing thrashed. Her head rocked on the pillow even as Matt held her still. “And I can feel him so hard on my ass. I want you both. Together.”

“Someday.” Matt’s placating didn’t do much good.

“No, now,” she insisted.

“There’s no way.” Matt shut her down, for her own safety. “Trust me, I’ll give you anything I can, but that’s just not possible. Especially not with me in your ass. I’ll hurt you. Tear you. You’re not ready.”

The disappointment on her face cut both men sheltering her.

An idea came to Clint. “What if you take him in your mouth? Then you’ll have us both at the same time. We’ll all be connected.”

Because suddenly the idea held a hell of a lot of appeal to him too. Linked in desire and passion, they’d left the nest of possibilities and ventured into reality.

They would spread their wings and learn to fly as one.

“Gimme.”

It might have been wrong of him, but some primeval part stood up and roared when he realized they’d broken her down to her essence. Here and now, all that mattered were their base requirements. And it meant the world to him that all their desires were complementary. No one had to hold back. No one had to sacrifice to fulfill the wishes of the others.

They all needed the same thing.

Clint blanketed Jambrea as he began to propel into her with even strokes that picked up steam and travel as he found his groove. Less than a foot away, Matt’s thick body came to rest as he knelt over Jambrea’s head.

She reached up and tugged him to her, opening her mouth to suck on as much of his thick cock as she could shove in her mouth. Though it wasn’t a whole lot, really, it was enough. The feral gleam in Matt’s eyes as his gaze met Clint’s was enough to sear him.

He trusted Jambrea to shut him down if he pushed her too hard, though he was sure the wild thing loved each pummel of his hips into hers. Hell, he could tell by the ever-increasing clamp of her pussy over his cock that she loved every minute.

And as she pleased Matt, her responses grew bolder. Her vocalizations louder and less intelligible, except by the barbaric part of his brain, which knew exactly what she craved. He rode her hard, fast and furious, giving her everything he had and then some.

The shockwaves instigated by their connections had her taking more of Matt’s cock each time Clint buried himself completely. And before long, she hovered on the edge of another climax.

“Fuck. Yes.” He gritted his teeth and kept up his pace despite the compression of her pussy on him, which made it more and more difficult to penetrate her channel. “Go ahead. Let go. Fly, Jambrea. We’re with you.”

“Yes! Now!” Matt shouted into the charged air between them.

It was hard to say who caved first, but Clint was pretty sure it was him. He flooded their wild thing with all of his pent up desire and lust. All the while, he smothered her with kisses—on her cheek, beside Matt’s cock or anywhere else he could land one—and praise, hoping she could comprehend even a sliver of his admiration.

She shattered around him even as Matt’s cock twitched repeatedly. A trickle of pearly fluid escaped Jambrea’s parted lips and ran along her chin as the huge guy pumped the contents of his proportional balls into her eager, waiting mouth.

Clint couldn’t say what urged him to do it, but he reached up and swiped the excess from Jambrea and sampled the proof of his best friend’s passion before he could think better of it.

Gasping, they fell apart, yet rearranged themselves to fit back together as soon as they were able to move. They settled into a tangle of limbs on the heavenly bed in the lush room. Jambrea didn’t resist when Clint lowered his head and brushed a kiss over her lips. Matt followed suit as soon as his partner vacated the prime real estate around her mouth.

The guys met each other’s stares over her relaxed body even as the mingled taste of Jambi and Matt activated Clint’s taste buds. Relief infiltrated every cell of his body when he didn’t sense any of their recent awkwardness lingering in the aftermath of their epic release. The man looking back at him was his best friend. The one person he regularly trusted with his life. This time was no different.

Clint nodded. They could make this work.

One step closer to his goal, he did an internal victory dance.

Chapter Ten

“Guys,” Jambrea practically purred.

“Yeah, wild thing.” Matt huffed as though he’d chased a burglar a dozen blocks, hopping fences along the way, even though they’d probably been lying in silence for a solid ten minutes.

“You know how when you don’t eat for a while you get really hungry and even a full meal leaves you wanting dessert?” She licked her lips.

“Are you serious?” Clint picked his head up to stare at her, one brow raised.

“Well, yeah.” She couldn’t believe she still had the capacity to blush in front of them. “I’ve been starving for ten years.”

“Yo, Matt, can you get it up again yet?” A warm hand snuck across her belly from Clint’s side of the bed to Matt’s. She grinned when he fished around between his partner’s legs to test the firmness of his cock. “You’re halfway there. Come on. Give me a minute and I’ll be right behind you.”

“If not, I can take care of myself. I’m kind of an expert at this point. And well, my toy collection
is
in one of those boxes right over there.” She cleared her throat. As a nurse, there weren’t many bodily functions that put her off anymore. A fact of nature, lust could be sated in any number of ways.

“Not gonna happen.” Matt’s vehemence surprised her. He usually was super laidback. Unless someone threatened his fellow cops. Or her, she supposed. “You’re not going to depend on some battery operated boyfriend when you’ve got us around. We’ll take care of you. Satisfy you. Always.”

“Shut up, dumbass. Let the lady give us a show. We can help her along the way. Add our own special touches. But don’t stop her.” Clint shoved to his elbows. “Tell me what I’m looking for and I’ll be right back. I’d love to play with you and your
toys
.”

Matt shifted. “Damn, you’re right. Actually, I might be up for round two after all.”

“No, no. Too late. So sorry. I want to see this more than your nerdy ass wanted to see the last Lord of the Rings movie. I stood in line forever for that midnight show with hobbits and orcs and who knows what else circling around us. I even wore that damn costume you promised would be cool. You owe me.” Clint shushed his partner. “After we watch her come a few more times, I bet we’ll both have our second wind.”

“No kidding.” Matt traced Jambrea’s spreading smile with his fingers as she imagined them dressed as knights of Gondor. She’d seen the pictures. They’d looked sexy in plastic armor. And noble. Nothing different there, really. She thought the same thing when she spotted them in their more contemporary uniforms. Matt drew her back to the present. “Peeping on you touching yourself will be like a fantasy I’ve had a lot of nights. Imagining you while I rubbed myself. You’re not the only one flying solo lately, wild thing. No one could live up to you. I don’t think I’ve even checked out another woman since you took care of Razor after he got shot. Never been jealous of a victim before.”

She wished she could say all she felt. Emotion clogged her throat.

So Clint saved her from her temporary muteness.

“That’s sweet.” He tapped his bare foot. “Now where’s your stash, Jambi?”

She chewed her lip until Matt flicked the pad of his thumb over the resulting sore spot with butterfly brushes. “Um, there’s a black velvet bag in there. It has my favorite vibrator in it. It’s in the box labeled
Stuff.
”

“Very clever.” Clint chuckled as he rolled from bed with the grace of a ballroom dancer. “No one would ever suspect your naughty
stuff
was in there.”

He located the box in less than thirty seconds, then began playing moving Tetris to unearth his prize. No more than a minute had passed before he flipped the lid off and rummaged inside. Oops. She winced as she remembered what else she’d packed in there.