Awakened (5 page)

Phoebe felt like both men were laying claim to her. But why?
I can’t date two men at the same time. Why not? What did they call threesomes…..a menage? Hmmm, maybe. No, they would never be interested even if she was brave enough.

They walked from the elevator to her front door. The men waited patiently while Phoebe’s trembling fingers fumbled in her purse for her keys. When she found them she inserted the apartment key into the lock and flung open the door.

The two men stood together holding hands when she spun around to thank them for a wonderful evening.

“Goodnight and thank you both. I had a wonderful evening. It was exactly what I needed to celebrate my new start in life.”

Linc stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and captured her lips. She melted against him. Her mouth opened on a sigh and his tongue plunged inside. Her body heated, her pussy clenched. The man could certainly kiss. When he released her, she stumbled backward. Her knees felt like jelly.

Before Phoebe could catch her breath and compose herself, she found herself in Alistair’s arms pulled against his rock solid chest. Her already swollen lips locked with his. Their tongues twisted and danced. Every nerve in her body returned to full alert. The kiss was every bit as sensuous and fulfilling as Lincs. When he released her she felt herself falling. Her legs refused to hold her upright for one minute longer.

Alistair scooped her into his arms and carried her inside. She indicated the sofa and he set her down gently. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll see you in the morning, pretty lady. Oh, by the way, you will not be losing any of your glorious curves.”

When Alistair moved away, Linc moved forward and also placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be there too, beautiful.”

Phoebe was trapped in some alternate world. She wanted to speak but couldn’t seem to make the words leave her mouth. She settled for answering with a nod.

She watched the two men, who had entered her life like twin whirlwinds, leave her apartment and lock the door.

“What the fuck just happened?” she asked herself.

Chapter Five

Linc and Alistair remained silent while they passed crowds of people on the congested, noisy streets. Their home was only a couple of blocks from Phoebe’s apartment. They greeted the doorman as they entered their building. Linc punched in the code for the private elevator to whisk them up to the penthouse they shared.

Once inside, Linc pulled Alistair into his arms for an urgent, almost bruising kiss. When they broke for a breath they searched each other’s eyes.

Linc spoke first, “I love you with all my heart, I always will but, I want her.” He stepped away as he dragged his fingers through his hair.

Alistair followed, moved behind and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist. He kissed his cheek and rested his head on Linc’s shoulder. “I feel exactly the same, sweetheart.”

Linc almost knocked Alistair from his feet as he spun around. He reached out to steady him. “You do?”

Alistair nodded.

“Whisky?” Linc asked.

“Straight.”

Linc poured two generous amounts of the golden liquid into cut crystal glasses. He handed one to Alistair as he sat beside him on the sofa.

Both men remained quietly thoughtful as they sipped their whisky.

“Do you think it could work?” Alistair broke the silence.

“What?” Linc knew what his lover meant but he needed to hear him say it.

“Us and Phoebe. Do you think she might be interested?”

Linc’s eyes fixed on the man who held his heart. A man he would do anything for. “I don’t know but I’m willing to take a chance to find out.”

“I know Phoebe felt something for us. I noticed the lust in her eyes each time one of us touched her. Her body trembled with want.”

“I know and she didn’t resist either of us when we kissed her either.” Linc’s cock stirred as he recalled the passionate kiss he had shared with the beautiful lady.

“So how do we find out?”

“I’m not sure but we’ll need to take it slowly. We don’t want to frighten her off. It sounds like she’s had it tough for the past few years with her asshole boyfriend. She may not trust very easily.”

“I hope I never cross paths with him. I’d make him pay for treating such a beautiful girl so harshly. Phoebe is so warm, considerate. I’d like to introduce the prick to my fist.”

Linc placed his hand on Alistair’s thigh, a gesture to calm him. “We’ll both make sure he stays out of her life from now on. I can’t believe how much better she looks with nice clothes and a little make-up. Why would her jerk boyfriend not want her to look her best?”

“Probably jealous someone would steal his doormat. I think the biggest change is getting rid of those God awful glasses.”

“I agree. The lady is drop dead gorgeous inside and out, not that I think she knows it. I can sort of understand why she has affected us the way she has.” Linc squeezed Alistair’s thigh. “We’re in trouble, I think. I mean, we’ve had women before but none that have affected us in the way Phoebe has.”

“I know how you feel. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest and my dick was almost as hard as when you fondle me.” Alistair paused. “I don’t want only her, I want you both. Is that greedy, selfish? I really believe I could fall almost as deeply in love with her as I am with you.”

“If you’re greedy or selfish, then so am I because I could repeat those same words straight back to you,” Linc conceded. “Enough of trying to figure this out. I want you, take me to bed.”

They stood, linked hands and padded to the bedroom.

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Linc ran his hands over Alistair’s body and trailed kisses from his neck to his muscular chest, loving the feel of it.

Alistair groaned and his cock slapped against his belly as it danced. Hard, wanting.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Linc slid up Alistair’s body and kissed his lips. The kiss was passionate, needy. Their tongues tangled, danced, raked over teeth as they dueled for position. Hands wound in hair, caressing. Cocks rubbed against one another, steel hard, satin soft. When they separated it was to take in huge gulps of air.

Linc slid back down his lover’s body. His hands roamed, dipped in and out of rippled muscles. His tongue sucked, nipped and teased his nipples. Lower he crawled. Linc’s tongue circled and kissed Alistair’s belly button while his chin rubbed against the sensitive skin of his dick.

Alistair moaned and pleaded for Linc to go down on him. Take his aching, more than willing cock into his mouth. Take him to Paradise like no-one else could. He begged for release.

Linc sat up and rolled a condom over his own hardness. He needed his mate every bit as much. He pushed Alistair’s knees apart and toward his chest, he never ceased to be amazed at how supple the younger man was. His rosy ass ring was exposed. Linc coated both himself and the ring with copious amounts of lubricant. He took a moment to drink in the beauty of his lover’s ass and rock hard cock.

“Please, Linc.” Alistair pleaded.

Linc slid his cock past the resistant ring of muscle and into the tight tunnel behind. He sighed as the tight passage accepted him, wrapped around him. He pushed slowly until he was buried up to the hilt and his balls rested against Alistair’s ass cheeks.

He pushed in and out, slowly at first. Fisting Alistair’s cock, his hand slid up and down, matching the rhythm.

Alistair pushed against Linc, urging him to move faster.  He bunched the sheets in his hands. His body was on sensory overload and trembled with desire. His head felt heavy as he pushed into the pillow and lifted his hips. He moaned, groaned, with desire.

The combined pleasure of one hand working Alistair’s cock, another cupping and fondling his balls and Linc’s cock caressing his prostate was too much. He screamed his lover’s name as he exploded. Ribbons of cum decorated his belly, stars flashed behind his eyes. Linc had taken him to Nirvana yet again.

Alistair’s tunnel pulsed around Linc’s cock as he exploded. His balls climbed up into his body and a few urgent strokes later, he emptied the contents of his balls into the condom and joined the love of his life in Paradise.

Linc withdrew and collapsed against Alistair. His heart thumped in his chest. Both men were sweating profusely.

Alistair rolled to his side and pulled Linc into his arms. They kissed and held each other tightly.

“I love you so much,” Linc murmured.

“I love you too, darling but it’s time we showered and headed to the gym.”

“Phoebe.” One word which meant a great deal to them both was spoken by Linc.

After making love the previous night, both men had lain awake discussing Phoebe. What they would say, what they would offer. They hoped to God she would accept, and agree with, what they said.

After another brief kiss, they rose and padded to the bathroom.

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Phoebe hadn’t slept well and a workout was the last thing she wanted. But, she had promised herself there would be no excuses. The knee weakening kisses from the previous night had kept her awake as she relived them in her mind over and over. She pictured the two handsome men, their drop dead gorgeous bodies and, those asses! She had thanked God numerous times for well fitted pants.

Her body had tingled, trembled and, even with relief from her fingers more than once, it wasn’t enough. Sex had been mediocre at best up until now. She could have taken it or left it. But now it was an entirely different story. She wanted these two men almost desperately.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Two men for fuck’s sake!

She dressed in a pair of leggings and a long t-shirt. The shirt hid her huge ass. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, shoes and socks on and towel in hand.

Phoebe trudged from the building and pushed through the doors into the gym. Sandra greeted her.
Why is she so damned perky when I feel like shit?

“Alistair’s waiting for you. I’ll let him know you’re here.” She picked up the handset of a phone on the desk and spoke into it quietly.

Alistair appeared minutes later. Phoebe gulped when she saw his skin tight, small shorts and equally tight tank top. She would kill for a chance to run her hands over every inch of hard muscle.
One muscle in particular. Whoa! Get your fuckin’ mind out of his pants and concentrate on why you’re here.
It was going to be an agonizingly long session.

“Hey, beautiful.” Alistair brushed her cheek with his lips and grasped her hand.

Great! Her body was now on full alert. She could feel the wetness of her panties and hoped like hell the juices didn’t soak through her leggings. She felt her face heat with the embarrassing thought.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

Alistair raised his eyebrows.

“Bad night,” she answered.

He grinned like he understood why.

And, so you bloody well should know. It’s your fault and your gorgeous partner
isn’t innocent either
.

“We’ll have you feeling better in no time.” He led her past various pieces of equipment that looked like they belonged in a Sci Fi movie, to his office.

Linc greeted her as she entered.

She groaned inwardly. Linc wore a similar pair of short shorts and tight tank top. Her nerves were zipping and zapping out of control. She wondered if she had turned into some sort of sex fiend. Did she need a therapist?

“Right on time, gorgeous.” Linc kissed her lips gently. “Have a seat. We would like to discuss something with you.”

Phoebe glanced from one man to the other. Their expressions were serious. Were they angry? What had she done to upset them?

She sat down while Linc and Alistair dragged two chairs close to her before sitting. One on each side of her. Their knees touched. Her body trembled. Talk about sensation overload.

“I…I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. I didn’t mean to.” Tears welled in her eyes. Callum had often told her she was selfish, inconsiderate of other people’s needs. She hadn’t thought she was like that but seeing the looks on the men’s faces now, she wondered if what Callum said was true.

Linc glanced at Alistair. His expression was thunderous and he imagined his was too. Each man gathered one of her hands, it settled her slightly but she still shook.

“Why do you think we’re upset with you, sweetheart?” Linc asked.

She glanced from one to the other. “You both look so serious. Callum used to look at me like that when he was angry.”

“Did he get angry often?” Alistair’s fists were clenched tightly. He was very protective of those he cared about. And, he cared about Phoebe.

Phoebe sighed. Callum had clenched his fists like Alistair when he was angry. Fortunately, he had always stayed in control and never lifted a hand to her. “He got angry and said I was selfish and thoughtless. It was usually when I hadn’t done everything he asked.”

Linc spoke softly, “sweetheart, we have known you less than a day but you don’t seem to have a selfish bone in your body. We are not upset in any way. We have something to discuss with you and Alistair and I are a little nervous about your reaction.”

“Oh.” Phoebe felt reassured and relaxed.

“Phoebe, can you be honest with us?” Alistair asked.

Great, now she was tense again. She nodded.

Sandra opened the door to the office. “Linc, I know you said you didn’t want any interruptions but I have John Meyers on the line. He said it’s urgent or he wouldn’t both you.”

Linc let out a sigh of frustration as he moved to the desk. He lifted the handset of the phone and growled. “Linc, here.”

Phoebe came to the conclusion, John was speaking when Linc remained silent for a moment before speaking. “Get Mike to fix it and if he can’t, let me know and I’ll speak to council.”

More silence.

“Okay, thanks.”

He replaced the receiver and sat down.

Sandra hung at the door expectantly.

Linc explained to Phoebe, “we’re building a new gym in Monroe.” He then turned toward Alistair. “The men hit a pipe during excavation. They have it plugged but don’t know if it’s water or sewer. Murray will get it sorted.”

“Good,” Alistair said.

“No more interruptions please Sandra. Unless the world is about to come crashing down on my head, they can wait.” Linc waited until she had exited and closed the door before addressing Phoebe. “Now back to you, little lady. Alistair and I have noticed, felt, there is an attraction between us.
All
of us seem drawn to each other.”

Phoebe felt her face and neck heat with embarrassment. “Yes,” she squeaked.

“Oh, honey. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of.” Alistair reassured her.  “Linc and I are guilty of one night stands with women in the past but, we have never been attracted to a woman before you.”

Linc jumped in, “they always knew it was a one night only thing and it was what they were looking for as well. We wouldn’t have been with them if they wanted anything more permanent.”

“With you, it’s different. Our cocks have never reacted to anyone the way they do to you. Except for each other of course.” Alistair gave Linc a loving, smoldering glance. “We would like to get to know you, date you. We promise we won’t do anything you’re not ready for or comfortable with.”