Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4 (21 page)

“Don’t mind the porn collection.” She swallowed a laugh at Matt’s wide-eyed stare. “What? Girls like dirty movies too. If they’re good ones. Hell, Lacey sends me links to the raunchiest
stuff
all the time. She’s like the queen of awesome porn. Only a few of them were keepers, though. We give each other our favorites on DVD for our birthdays every year. This year Izzy and Lily played too.”

Rambling or not, she couldn’t help defending herself. Not that she needed to.

“You’re shattering all my illusions.” The wide grin on Clint’s face proved he didn’t mind. “Here I thought you were such a good girl.”

“I was celibate, not a saint.” She smiled as she snuggled into Matt’s broad chest. With him, she felt like nothing could hurt her. All their troubles seemed like a horrible nightmare that faded with each minute of sunshine they shared.

The attraction between them had never burned so bright before. They’d tarnished it with their doubts and insecurities. She refused to do that ever again. From now on, they’d see the real her. All of her.

Vast vibrator collection, bisexual BDSM porn library, unnatural attachment to her pet fish and all.

“What’re you so happy about, huh?” Matt tickled her as he took in the pure bliss that had to have been written all over her face.

“I can’t believe this is finally real. That you’re here, with me, and not planning on running away anytime soon.” She touched his cheek, tracing the slight scar he had above the peak of his eyebrow. He’d gotten the ding from a wayward piece of shrapnel during a raid of The Scientist’s original laboratory, on the day they attempted to prevent the dissemination of the Sex Offender formula.

Izzy had told her how he’d jumped in front of her and Razor, protecting the duo when the shit really hit the fan and a firefight broke out. He’d used his bulk as a human shield. “Sorry this left a mark.”

“You stitched it as best you could.” He kissed her fingers. “We’d waited forever, finishing the manhunt before Clint dragged my ass to the ER. Don’t chicks dig scars anyway?”

She rolled her eyes. “I prefer you in one piece, thanks.”

“Speaking of…how’s your arm?” He peered at the bandage as if he could see through the gauze and tape.

“It’s fine.”

“No fibbing or we won’t play with you.” Clint shook her purple metallic vibrator at her as he returned to bed. “This is the new us, remember? We won’t sideline you if we know you’re being honest about your condition. Otherwise, I’ll wrap you up in all the bubble wrap you had this thing surrounded in. Afraid it might break? Taking no chances, huh?”

“Ugh.” He had her there. On the serious points anyway. Fine, she could admit it. “It’s sore and aching a little, but it’s nothing the endorphins of a good orgasm or three more won’t mask.”

“Okay.” Matt kissed her lightly, with a tenderness that shot straight to her heart. “But you’ll let us know if it gets to be too much, right?”

“I promise.”
 

“Good.” Clint’s voice sounded deeper when he said, “I might have threatened to spank you for misbehaving, except your movies would seem to indicate that would be an ineffective punishment.”

“Kind of.” She laughed. “Not that I would know firsthand. Still, the idea has always appealed. And after watching Lily in the club. Well, yeah… You’re probably right.”

“We’ll find out soon enough.” Matt guaranteed her fantasy would come to life eventually.

“And it seems you have a thing for guy-on-guy action.” This time he looked to Matt, not her, when he fanned out several of her most pussy-tingling titles. She’d never realized quite how many of them featured bisexual couples. To her, pleasure was pleasure—no matter who delivered it to their mate. “Guess I shouldn’t have worried you’d be grossed out or some shit.”

Yet clearly they had thought she could be so closed-minded. The hope and relief spreading across Matt’s face as he sat up for a better look made it obvious to her. She patted his back.

“Wow. We were really dumb.” He drew her into his lap, tightening his arms around her midriff. “I was so afraid of losing you. Of scaring you off or hoping for more than you could handle. From now on I’ll ask you first before I flip out.”

“Probably not a bad plan.” She reached behind her to ruffle his hair. “Maybe we should all do a little less thinking and trust our instincts a ton more.”

“All right.” Clint hopped onto the bed and shuffled closer on his knees. “Then what are your primeval urges telling you, cave dude?”

“That we shouldn’t make her responsible for getting herself off when we’re more than capable, stiffies or not.” He rumbled the bold statement near her ear.

“I totally agree.” Clint winked at her. “Unless you object, wild thing?”

“Uh, no. Go right ahead.” She squirmed a little, getting comfortable in the seat Matt made for her. His rejuvenating erection settled in the small of her back. How the hell would she ever be able to take all of his girth? He put her vibrator to shame, even half-hard.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Worming his way between Matt’s legs, plus hers, Clint settled with his head on her thigh.

Matt searched behind them with one hand, snagging a few pillows to stack. He leaned back on the fluffy wedge, inclining her torso and leaving her even more open to the probing of his partner. His hands wandered from her upper thighs to her abdomen, then higher as far as her breasts. He cupped them, weighing them in his palms.

“You two fit together,” Clint murmured as he dragged the blunt tip of her vibrator up and down her pussy. He used the moisture seeping from her, his own release mingled with hers, to slick the hard plastic.

As if to test the seam between her and Matt, Clint then trailed the instrument down her ass to where she sat on his partner. He prodded the place where they came together, finding no gaps. If Matt’s sharp inhalation was any indication, she’d guess Clint had accidentally—or maybe deliberately—nudged his balls or the base of his cock with her toy.

Now she loved it even more.

She whimpered, unashamed by her overwhelming desire for them.

Matt rewarded her, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. At first, the pressure he applied was too light. He increased his hold little by little until she cried out. Finding the sweet spot that maximized her enjoyment, he pulsed tiny pinches of ideal tension on the tips of her breasts.

“You’re making her wetter.” Clint gave a status report from between her legs. “Do that some more. And kiss her. Did you see how much it turned her on before?”

Matt hesitated and his body went stiff beneath her, not necessarily in a good way either.

“She’s not like Tiffany, Matt.” Clint spoke softly now, enough to ensnare her attention despite the burgeoning passion he stoked with swirls and dots of the tool over her lips.
What a tease!

“W-wait.” She tried to concentrate on what they were saying. “Who is that? Why do I hate her already?”

Clint laughed. “Because you’re smart. She was a girl Matt dated for a while. I swear that bitch only used him for his fat cock. Never wanted to hang out with the rest of the guys and their dates, never gave a shit about anything going on his life, never cared for him to kiss her or show any affection when they were fucking.”

“It wasn’t as bad as all that.” The defensiveness in Matt’s tone made Jambrea believe it had been. Probably worse than he let on.

“The hell it wasn’t.” Fire burned in Clint’s gaze on his partner’s behalf. It stirred something in Jambrea. “She used you. For sex. For your body. If a guy did that, he’d be a major prick. It’s no different for a chick. I feel sorry for that rich bastard she conned into marrying her.”

While she couldn’t hug Matt from this position, Jambrea found his hands and squeezed. He returned her gesture.

“And if there was any doubt, the fact that she tried to bribe you into boning her even after she was hitched—with fancy watches or season baseball tickets or even a car—sure as shit should have clued you in.” Clint slapped Matt’s thigh. “Don’t let the past fuck this up for us both. Kiss her. Like you mean it. Like you want to. Now.”

Jambrea didn’t even have time to take a breath before Matt cupped her jaw in his hand and rotated her head less gently than she expected from him. He drew her face to the side then swooped in over her shoulder to fuse their mouths.

The blended flavor of him and fresh fruit encouraged her to sip from his lips time after time. Their mouths glided back and forth, and when he pressed his tongue against her, she parted, welcoming him.

Lost in their interaction, she went limp, allowing him to simultaneously cradle her and present her to his partner. Her teeth scraped along the firmed muscle of his tongue when Clint reapplied the cool plastic vibrator to her pussy.

This time he didn’t stop with doodling on her sensitive flesh with the tip. No, he pressed the shaft to her opening then inserted an inch or two. Her instructions came out completely garbled when she didn’t bother to stop playing tonsil hockey with Matt long enough to articulate her preferences.

“What?” He paused despite her pelvis lifting to keep the device inside.

Matt backed away enough for her to try again. Jambrea said, “I like it deep, and toward the back.”

“Oh, a challenge. I love those.” Clint pressed a kiss to her clit, making her coo. “You go back to what you were doing. Leave me to this. I’ll keep exploring until I get where you want me. Let me know when I find the best spot.”

She didn’t think she’d mind being his test subject.

Even getting it wrong with these two felt better than anything else she’d experienced.

A soft touch on her cheek brought her attention back to Matt. “Was that enough?”

“Are you crazy?” Jambrea craned her neck until she consumed Matt again. The moment their lips locked, Clint pressed onward, feeding more of the vibrator inside her. The increasing thickness spread her taut muscles farther apart with every bit he introduced.

Nothing could compare to having them inside her. Still, she figured the warm-up would serve her well when they caught up to her. Having Clint’s hand guide the toy somehow made its effect more potent. Elusive pleasure sparkled over her in glints as he skimmed the spots she would have zeroed in on, ending her fun too soon.

Matt broke their never-ending kiss to suck in a few breaths. Before he dove back in, he peeked over her shoulder. “Shit, that’s hot.”

“She’s almost burning my fingers.” Clint smiled up at them. A touch of tightness around his mouth caught her attention. She was starting to associate it with his arousal. When she skimmed her gaze down the sleek expanse of his back to his ass, she noticed the clench and release of his muscles there as he rubbed himself on the silky soft sheets.

“I’m pretty sure you can turn the darker part at the top there to make it buzz.” Matt bounced beneath her as he teased his partner. “You know, if you want to fast forward a bit. My cock would appreciate it.”

“You and your cock can kiss my ass.” Though Clint rolled his eyes at Matt, he didn’t argue.

Jambrea braced herself, but the vibrations from her toy added another layer of ecstasy she wasn’t sure she could resist for long.
 

Turning the dial slowly, Clint ramped up the intensity.

“That’s right, wild thing.” Matt held her steady when her spine arched and her head landed on his shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

Good thing, too. Because just then, Clint angled his wrist a few degrees differently. The tip of the vibrator rumbled against her favorite spot. She called out his name even as her fingers clawed at Matt’s forearms and her toes curled against his shins.

“Right there.” Matt sounded nearly as affected as she was. He bundled her against his chest as she attempted to writhe. Shockwaves emanating from the powerful wand radiated along her tensed channel. The base tucked upward, quaking through her outer lips until even her clit could sense the reverberations deep inside.

And then she was lost.

“Yeah, that’s it.” The warm croon in her ear only enhanced the riot of pleasure between her legs. “Come apart for us. Let us see how beautiful you are when you give in to it. To whatever this is between us.”

How could she deny him?

Clint cursed as the first spasm of her pussy tried to snatch the vibrator from his hand. He kept hold of it even as she bucked. If it hadn’t been for Matt grounding her or Clint easing her eruption of rapture with soothing kisses on her thigh, she feared she might have shattered.

When the orgasm began to wane, Clint gradually damped the tremors until her vibrator was silent once more. The stillness in the room, except for her ragged breathing, made her a little nervous. What would they think of her abandon?

The hard plastic slipped from her as Clint withdrew. It made her yelp and jerk when it grazed oversensitive tissue. Her sudden movement caused it to dip and Clint’s aim erred.

Maybe.

“Watch what you’re poking with that thing.” Matt growled from beneath her. She might have believed his offense if his cock hadn’t pulsed at her back.

“What are you talking about?” A wily smile stretched Clint’s mouth. “This?”

Jambrea peered between her legs in time to see the tip of the vibrator nudge Matt’s asshole. He groaned as his whole body flexed, lifting her an inch or two higher.