Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4 (29 page)

“Damn straight.” He lifted her so Clint could strip the comforter to the foot of the bed. Soft flannel sheets caressed every inch of her back when he set her down as delicately as if she were an expensive vase.

Though Clint was quick to join her—lying partially over her as he resumed his tasting of her mouth, teasing her with nips and kisses that had her toes curling in the tangle of linens at her feet—Matt hesitated.

“Oh no, not again,” she mumbled into Clint’s roving lips before they meandered down her chin and onto the top of her neck.

“What’s wrong now?” Clint paused his roundabout journey only long enough to shoot a don’t-fuck-this-up glare at his partner. “Get your big ass over here.”

Though he actually responded without an argument, surprising her, Matt settled in with less disturbance to the plush mattress than Clint’s enthusiasm had warranted.

“I feel kind of guilty doing it in John’s bed like this.” He reminded her that the Men in Blue were men of honor, like her ex-lover had been. Yet another reason she’d so thoroughly lost her heart and soul to them.

People had often accused her of being too kind, too forgiving, too willing to turn the other cheek. But a positive attitude and consideration of others had always served her well. It was something she prided herself on, knowing she’d never allowed someone to drag her through the muck.

So she really considered Matt’s objection. And how John might feel if he were still around.

“I’m pretty sure he’d be glad that I’m finally this happy.” Her slow smile did a lot to lighten her heart and erase the bitterness that had begun to take hold after her string of relationship failures…or perceived catastrophes anyway.

“I don’t know about that. He left you alone because it was the only way to keep you safe. Both from his enemies and from the devastation guaranteed by his ultimate fate in such a high-stakes game,” Clint confessed. He studied the imaginary line the tip of his index finger drew in swirls around her belly button. “Not every cop comes home at the end of his shift, Jambi. If I was as good a man as he was, I’d walk away and let you find a nice normal guy who works in an office. We both would.”

“And that boring fellow could get hit by a bus on the way to work. Or catch some rare disease. I see these cases every day at the hospital. Don’t tell me it doesn’t happen.” Jambrea rolled her eyes. “If you try to run…”

“What?” Matt dared her to make a threat she could live up to.

She leaned over, rummaged through the pile of discarded clothes he’d deposited there then held up some of his police accessories. “I swear to God, I’ll cuff you to my bed and never let you go.”

“That doesn’t sound like a half-bad fate.” Clint laughed. “Especially not if you’re going to take good care of your captives.”

“JRad and I are going to have a talk about what ideas his wife puts in your head.” Matt glowered, though she knew he wasn’t serious. “This is getting outrageous.”

“Oh yeah?” She swung the cuffs around one finger. “You want to see
outrageous
?”

Before he could answer through his laughing, she took her chance. She snapped one of the cuffs on his right wrist then grabbed for Clint’s left hand, since he now fondled her breast.

In record time, she’d linked them together. Hopefully they’d get the point.

“Hey.” Matt shook his wrist, though he had to know it was pointless. Clint’s arm jerked up and down on the other end of the chain.

“That’s not funny.” Clint sobered pretty damn quickly. He lunged for the key, but Matt’s mass drew him up short. Jambrea palmed it.

“What’s the problem?” She ducked beneath the chain and got to her knees, propping one hand on her hip. “You don’t trust me? Or is it being so inseparable with our guy that scares you?”

“Neither.” Clint huffed hard enough to feather his short hair over his brow.

“Then come back over here and get down to business.” Matt dared him with a soulful look. “We’ve practically been attached at the hip since the academy anyway.”

Jambrea rewarded her boyfriend’s honesty and frank sensuality by approaching him. She cuddled against Matt, and returned his lingering touches. He allowed her to explore however she liked. So she licked her way down his chest, thrilled to have free rein over his body. Her fingers trailed along his arms, enthralled with the build and dip of his thick muscles, before clasping his hips for balance.

By now she was bent over, teasing Clint with the full roundness of her ass. He groaned as he sidled up closer behind her, kneeling between her spread legs. His arm extended over her back to where he was connected by more than cold hard steel to the man in front of her.

They clasped hands—Matt’s right enveloping Clint’s left.

Her heart felt full to the brim with adoration as she peeked over her shoulder at their intersection. Their linked arms made a bridge that crossed the space between them, joining them.

Even better would be if she were the conduit spanning the gap in another unbreakable bond. So she arched her spine and pressed backward until the hard length of Clint’s cock rode the crack of her ass.

They both groaned. Not as loud as Matt did, though, when she licked a wet path from the base of his cock to the tip, pausing to suck on the mushroomed cap. Her jaw protested his width a bit, but she managed.

“Are you sure you’ve got hardly any experience?” Clint squeezed her cheeks, separating them to give his cock more room to play. “You’re dangerous, wild thing.”

“Can you imagine once she’s got some practice?” Matt’s balls drew tighter to his body when she nuzzled them before taking one of his nuts into her mouth and lightly tonguing the sphere. “Christ, you’ll kill me.”

She might not have had a lot of hands-on experience when it came to pleasing men, but her knowledge of human anatomy was top notch. Employing all her book smarts, she lipped him then did the same on the other side, not minding at all the hefty weight of his shaft on her face as she subjected him to her experimentation.

Any shyness she’d had about bodies or their functions had evaporated long ago. Curiosity overflowed her instead. Having not one but two men to play with—to tease and test—had her ready to go all night long if they could keep up with her rapidly expanding personal knowledge.

While she began to nibble on the side of Matt’s shaft, gauging how much of him she could take inside, Clint made some discoveries of his own. For example, he found out that if he nudged her back entrance with the head of his cock she shivered violently.

Maybe someday soon they’d both take her. At the same time. It’d be heaven to have Matt in her pussy—because she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to take him in the ass—while Clint filled her rear.

She forgot what she was doing to Matt with her mouth for a moment when Clint slapped his cock against her ass, probably making her jiggle around him. That they treated her a bit more roughly pleased her. Moisture gathered between her legs as she took their lost kid gloves as a sign that they finally recognized how strong she could be, and that she was their match.

Or maybe it was simply instinct.

Fine with that too, she spread her legs wider. And next thing she knew, Clint was obliging her unspoken request.

Matt held her mouth off him while Clint made his initial approach. “No need to risk a bite, wild thing.”

She laughed until the pressure of Clint’s cockhead on her pussy turned amusement into wanton need. Backing up on him, she inserted some of his plump head into her opening. The gradual widening courtesy of his wedge-shaped tip had her gasping.

Taking full advantage, Matt inserted his erection into her mouth once more. The initial shock of penetration past, she devoted herself to guaranteeing he didn’t feel left out because his partner got to fuck her this time around. Her tongue flicked across his frenulum. The inverted triangle of nerve-riddled flesh led straight to his head and another pleasure point. If his grunts and curses were any indication, he had no qualms with his post.

Strong hands banded around her waist. Three of them, since Matt and Clint were forced to cooperate. The angle of Matt’s hunched body made it difficult for her to take all of his cock, though she was kind of grateful for the excuse. His girth made sucking him a workout.

A man’s mouth would be a much more appropriate tool for this job, she thought.

“Are you laughing?” Matt growled. “I can feel that all the way up my dick. Clint, give her something to be serious about, would you?”

A spank caught her by surprise, turning her chuckle to a yelp. Apparently that felt good to Matt too, if the bulge of his shaft or the spurt of precome he released was a clear sign.

Following his slap, Clint rubbed the sting from her behind as he redoubled his efforts, advancing within her clinging sheath farther and farther until she wondered how much more of him there could be. Unable to sneak a peek at his invasion given Matt’s cock pinning her, facing forward, she allowed herself to be awed by the new depths he reached on every grinding pass.

Her thighs quivered when he snaked a hand beneath her and palmed her belly, stroking the vulnerable flesh before sliding his fingers backward toward her pussy. Clint nudged her clit, causing her to hiss around Matt’s cock, which now filled most of her mouth.

“That’s better.” The authority in Matt’s commendation had her pussy hugging Clint’s cock even tighter.

“She’s soaking wet.” He panted as he redoubled his efforts, retreating until he nearly fell from her strangling ring of muscles. When he plunged to the very limits of her body, he filled every bit of her.

Both men did in their own ways.

“Good, then you won’t hurt her if you fuck her harder.” The tensing of Matt’s fingers in her hair turned her on even more. She mewled as she suckled his hard-on. “Come on, Clint. Give her what she needs. You know you want to. Ride her. Faster. Deeper.”

“Who the hell are you and where did you put my partner?” Clint may have been as shocked as she was at this new side of Matt, but he certainly seemed to enjoy it. He picked up the pace, choosing to obey the call of their trinity of desires, which all three of their bodies seemed to have become attuned to in record time.

It felt so good to finally have what she needed and not be on some starvation diet, drooling over her guys from afar. She sucked harder on Matt, loving the guttural sound that fell from his chest as she treated him as well as she knew how.

“I’ll always be your partner, Clint.” For one instant they all paused, holding their breath.

Jambrea felt their hands shift on her back as if they linked fingers for a moment before returning their focus to her. A shockwave of joy ran through her at the idea of them meshing into one unit, closer by the minute. Clint’s unfettered arm moved beneath her, supporting her even as he stole some of her strength with deft flicks of his fingers.

The tiny circles he rubbed over her clit guaranteed she wouldn’t last long before shattering. Sex with them was a billion times better than even the most ingenious setting on her fancy, programmable rabbit vibrator. And that was saying something.

Sensing her impending orgasm, Clint ramped up his delivery of pleasure from both his pistoning cock and the swipes of his nimble fingers, which spread her own arousal over her swollen pussy.

“Careful, Matt,” he warned his partner. “She’s going to tip over the edge any second.”

The big guy in front of her cupped her chin in his hand and retreated as far as the cuffs would allow. His cock slipped from her lips though he kept her close enough to lave him.

Unwilling to sacrifice the musky taste of him while she surrendered to the overwhelming rapture they gifted her with, she did as he soundlessly requested.

The edges of the metal that pressed into her back only made her explosion that much more powerful. With both guys supporting her, she allowed herself the freedom to feel. Clint’s cock hammered into her spasming muscles. Unrelenting, he drove her to the pinnacle then let her soar. She let the currents of their ecstasy support her as she coasted to the ground, still hungry for them. For more.

Especially when he pulled out, leaving her to contract around empty space for the last lingering pulses of her climax. When she moaned in protest, he slapped her ass again. The fire only reignited her lust. “If I hadn’t done that, I’d have come with you and ended the fun too soon.”

“You were going to bust already?” Matt laughed.

“I’d like to see you last longer. She’s hot and tight and so damn perfect.” He groaned, then reintroduced his still solid erection with one continual thrust that buried him balls deep, as if he couldn’t stay away a moment longer.

“A game for later,” the big guy agreed.

When Jambrea could think again, she reapplied herself to pleasing Matt. She suckled the tip of his cock, then slid deeper, washing him with the flat of her tongue. The bulges made by his veins felt like a prize, rewarding her for pumping him up.

Clint jerked when he tried to adjust his hold and was drawn up short by the cuffs.

The reminder had her pussy squeezing him tight.

“Why don’t you let us out of these things so we can do a better job of pleasing you?” Clint rattled his chain.

Jambrea pulled off Matt, who groaned at the loss of heat, moisture and suction.