Book of Love (4 page)

Shiloh stepped forward—she couldn’t not. She needed to.

Needed.

Elijah took her in his arms, pulling her against his chest, and Liam stepped up behind her, his hips snugged up to her bottom She rocked, a low moan filling the air.

They both hummed in concert, a beautiful sound. Like music.

One finger lifted her chin and Elijah’s lips covered hers, tongue pressing in. He tasted of coffee, of spice, his kiss sure, commanding. She reached up, hands wrapped around his shoulders, feeling the solid strength of his muscles, the heat of his skin, even through his clothes. Liam pushed against her, his lips sliding on her nape. Liam’s cock was hard as stone, pressing against her ass.

Shiloh could hardly breathe. They were a force of nature, as if she could do nothing but hold on and let them touch her. Her nipples ached; her pussy felt heavy, wet. Elijah knew, she could tell by the way he pushed a hand up between them, his hand molding over her bra cup, squeezing her breast.

The kiss went on and on, punctuated by tugs to her nipples, Liam’s soft moans. Liam rocked her against Elijah, who was hard as steel against her belly.

She’d never felt so alive, so on fire. So incredibly sexual. She raised one leg, trying to get closer, get some friction.

“Yes.” Liam grabbed her leg, dragged it higher, which helped tilt her pelvis so she felt Elijah against her, his cock an iron ridge against her pussy.

“So fucking hot, Shiloh Burning.”

She was. Burning. Her skin felt too tight, and every touch of their fingers left little spots of fire.

Elijah rocked into her, driving against her through their clothes. The pressure on her clit made her cry out, because she was going to come if he didn’t stop.

He didn’t.

Liam wasn’t helping either, pushing hard, reaching between her and Elijah to touch her, the back of his hand rubbing Elijah’s fly. Elijah’s eyes went wide, breath huffing out of him, his body shuddering. Oh. Yes. She rubbed, tugging firmly.

“Yeah. Yeah, want to touch you both.” Liam said it against her ear, his words making her shiver.

Touching was just the beginning of the things Shiloh wanted to do.

Elijah grunted, pulling back just enough to unzip his jeans. Now she and Liam could reach in and touch skin.

Her fingers tangled with Liam’s and they discovered Elijah’s cock together. Elijah pushed against them, dick rubbing her hand, hot as fire. He was nice and long, the tip wet. Liam’s thumb slid over the slit, and that made Elijah’s eyes cross.

“He’s so hot for us,” Liam murmured, pressing against her ass rhythmically.

“Yes. Dripping.” She licked her lips, fingers sliding up and down the shaft.

“Oh, God.” Elijah sounded choked.

The storm outside seemed to double in intensity, and the electricity flickered, lights wobbling dangerously. This was absolutely crazy, but when Liam lifted her arms so he could tug off her sweater, Shiloh let him.

“In the back? Somewhere? Anyone can see and I won’t have her embarrassed.” Elijah’s words made her flush—both from the caring inherent in the words and from the fact that she hadn’t even paid attention.

“Crap. Yeah.” Liam covered her with one strong arm, her lacy bra completely disappearing under his brawn. “Office? Break room? I won’t do this in a commercial kitchen.”

“There’s a break room.” She led them back behind the crystals and the tarot cards and the mailbags into a little room, complete with couch and four-seater table.

“Perfect.” Elijah hadn’t seemed much of an aggressor, but he pushed her down on the couch and attacked her jeans, his cock still pushing up out of his own denim.

Liam dropped to his knees beside her, eyes heated, seeming hungry. “Kiss me?”

“God yes.” She pushed up on one elbow and slammed their mouths together.

He kissed her hard, a starving man searching for sustenance. Pushing into her mouth with his tongue, he tasted her, licking at her lower lip when they broke for air.

“Now. Now let me see you kiss him.”

Liam’s eyes went wide, but Elijah caught on quickly, grabbing Liam by the hair and pulling that red head back to plant a hard kiss on Liam’s mouth.

Oh, fuck yes. Her fingers pushed down to slide against her clit, the need to touch immediate and undeniable. The two of them made a primal picture, light and dark, bright red and black. Men kissed each other so much harder, with sexual violence that rivaled the storm outside.

One of her legs drew up and she rolled up into her fingers, sliding her fingers along either side of her clit. “So fucking hot.”

They broke apart and turned to look at her, and she caught her breath at the naked hunger both of them displayed. Liam reached for her, unclasping her bra, and Elijah pressed his fingers over hers, giving her pressure.

“Fuck, lady, you’re hot as fire.” Elijah leaned forward, nuzzled her belly, his lips warm velvet against her bare skin.

“You’re amazing.” She meant both of them, because separately they would be a threat. Together they were lethal. Lethal, needy and right here. Liam’s lips found her nipple, the suction firm, steady, unerring.

They were going to make her insane, working her with mouths and hands.

Elijah was kissing his way south, dropping stinging nips and licks all the way to her needy cunt. Her panties had gone with her jeans, so he had free access.

“She smells like heaven, Liam.” Elijah’s lips moved, tickling her.

“Sweet.” Liam licked her nipple before moving to the other side.

“I hope so.” Elijah’s tongue slipped along her folds, the touch feather light.

“Oh, God.” She didn’t know what to hold on to. Elijah’s hair tangled around her fingers, and she tugged, frustrated by the clip that held it back.

“Needy.” Liam chuckled, nipped at her skin, making it sting.

“I am. Oh, please.”

Elijah laughed too, the sound rasping against her clit. His lips found her, sucking deeply.

“Oh!” She sat halfway up, slamming into Liam’s chest.

“Shh.” Liam kissed her mouth, now, his hand sliding on her belly, stroking her skin.

It was maddening, the contrast between Elijah’s mouth, the pressure strong, fierce, and the tickling, teasing touches of Liam’s fingers. Elijah pushed a finger inside her just then too, giving her more sensation.

“Good. Good, more.”

The storm crashed around them, the building creaking under the pressure of the wind. They weren’t stopping, not even if the whole place came down. Her boys were focused.

The pressure in her ratcheted up, made her arch, legs spreading wide. Elijah pushed two fingers in now, and Liam moaned, looking down over her chest. “Look at him, licking you, touching you. You’re so wet, love.” Liam had the tiniest Irish accent now, his excitement showing in his voice.

“I’m burning for you, for you both.” She reached out, struggling with Liam’s belt. She wanted his fat cock.

A grunt sounded, then Liam was pushing out of his pants, sliding against her hand. His cock was not as long as Elijah’s, but thicker, so heavy in her fingers. She weighed it, stroked from base to tip, instinctively matching Elijah’s rhythm.

Liam fucked her hand, his fingers on her nipples, one then the other, pinching and tugging. Elijah’s fingers worked inside her, opening her cunt, spreading her wetness. She writhed, completely lost in the musky scent, in the boys. Liam pushed in close, sliding his cock against her lower belly, and she held her breath, hoping…

Elijah lifted his head and gave Liam a long, slow lick.

Oh, fuck. Her pussy clenched, her orgasm surprising her at the sight of them together. She couldn’t stop shaking, her pussy grasping at Elijah’s fingers, her body on fire.

Liam laughed, a husky sound of pleasure. “I think she enjoys that, man.”

“I think I do too.” Elijah’s tongue took turns—her folds, Liam’s cock.

She shook, the fact that she’d come twice amazing her, leaving her breathless, almost too sensitive. Liam eased up on her nipples, one hand moving to unclip the heavy mass of Elijah’s hair. When it draped on her thighs, she shuddered.

“God, you’re killing me.” Liam pressed against her, the angle almost impossible, bending him around so he could touch her, kiss her, and let Elijah lick him, lick her. She lost track of hands and fingers, tongues and lips.

All she knew was skin and heat and a raging storm. They were all there, together.

The lights went off with a pop, and she squeaked, the tiniest little scream.

“Don’t stop.” Liam moaned it out, and she heard the wet sound of Elijah sucking Liam in.

Oh. Oh, no fair. She wanted to see. She reached down, feeling Liam’s cock, which pushed in and out of Elijah’s swollen lips.

“Fuck. Oh, sweet fuck,” Liam said.

Elijah was a machine. He never stopped touching her, never quit working his fingers inside her. His hair slid back and forth over her thighs, and Liam rocked hard against her ribs and belly.

She could hardly see Liam, just the barest outline of his body as he moved, but she could hear what Elijah did to him, feel how he shook. Poor Elijah must be crazed, the air moving as he humped his hips against nothing.

Elijah moaned constantly, the sound muffled around Liam’s cock. She could imagine him taking her with his long dick while Liam fucked him. Oh, God, yes.

The boys both groaned as if they’d heard her, known her thoughts. Hell, maybe they had. Here in the dark with the wind of Satan rattling the windows, she could believe it.

“Shh. Shh, baby girl. It’ll…oh, fuck, Elijah…” Liam was trying to comfort her, she could tell.

Elijah bobbed faster. She felt his hair move around her, a living thing.

She reached out, fingers landing on Liam’s ass, cupping his butt. His muscles flexed, a long sound coming from deep in his chest.

Elijah moaned, cried out, and she knew Liam was coming. He was filling Elijah’s mouth, and she hated not being able to see it.

She leaned forward, lips finding Liam’s upper arm, tongue tasting his skin.

“God.” Liam sounded as Irish as Guinness and potatoes, now, his voice a lilting growl. “We need to make Elijah come.”

“God, yes.” She nodded even though they couldn’t see it. “He’s been so good to us.”

“He has. Come on, ’Lijah.” Liam pulled Elijah up on the couch, the shuffle of bodies awkward for a moment. She couldn’t imagine how it would work if they found a bed.

Elijah’s body dragged all along hers, the motion drawing a cry. Liam helped, holding them both, rubbing them all over each other. Elijah kissed her, urgent, needy.

“Rubber?” Needy, not stupid.

“I— No?” Liam grunted out a curse. “Elijah. Damn it, tell me you have a condom.”

“I have a condom in my wallet, man. My grandmother is a bit of a nut about it.”

“Thank God.”

They both chuckled at her fervent words, but damn it, she needed.

There was fumbling and laughing, skin slapping and the tear of the rubber packet. The boys worked together, and soon Liam cradled her body against his, her ass in the cup of his hips. Elijah pushed her legs up and back, his covered cock against her mound.

“Fuck me. I’m ready.” She was aching for it.

“Yes.” They both said it at the same time, and Liam pulled Elijah into her, a long, slow glide of flesh into her wetness.

Her body shuddered, stretching to accommodate the new pressure. He felt so hot, so long and heavy, his body arching against hers.

“Oh, lady…” Elijah moaned, so dark and fierce above her. A warrior of old, his hair swinging against her neck.

“Yes.”

Liam moved, and she heard the slide of his fingers down Elijah’s spine. Fire. They lit her up from the inside out, drowning out even the lightning outside. She wrapped her fingers around Elijah’s shoulder and held on.

They rocked her, Liam’s cock hard again, rising under her ass.

Oh, the things they could get up to. The wickedness. She wanted the lights, wanted to clearly see Elijah’s strong face, see Liam’s hands on Elijah’s skin. Oh, she wanted to see them writhing together, moving. Touching. Fucking.

She could feel them now, though, and Shiloh let her head fall back on Liam’s shoulder, let them take her. Elijah drove, pushing into her with a delicious rhythm, in and out, his pelvis rubbing her, her clit burning.

Liam’s fingers tugged her nipples, helping ratchet everything up. Shiloh squeezed her thighs together, giving Elijah even more friction, because he couldn’t last much longer. No one could.

“Fuck!” The smooth rhythm gave way to wild thrusts, Elijah slamming into her. He sawed back and forth, panting, his body like a furnace, giving off incredible heat.

“That’s it, Elijah. Just that.” Liam huffed the words, breathless, writhing under her. His cock leaked, slicking the way.

Shiloh lost herself in the rhythm, in the way their bodies melded, lost herself enough that when Liam flicked her clit, it shocked her, surprised her, sent her right over the edge.

“Oh, damn.” Elijah jerked against her, and she could feel him come, even with the condom separating them, his cock swelling to mammoth proportions.

“Just so, lovelies.” Liam sounded utterly satisfied.

Shiloh figured she was satisfied too—her body simply needed to stop shaking. Elijah went more the caveman route with a happy grunt.

She reached up and stroked his long, heavy hair, the strands damp. What were they doing and when could they do it again?

The lights popped back on, the power surging back hard enough she’d have to check all the appliances and computers. Elijah blinked, the light making him squint. “Are you all right, Shiloh?”

“I… Yeah. I feel great.”

“Me too.” Liam kissed her neck, right below her ear.

Elijah’s smile brightened his hard face. “Good to know.”

She leaned up, took another kiss, this one easy, a getting-to-know-you kiss. That was funny, a handshake after three orgasms.

Liam nuzzled her jaw. “Me next.”

Laughing, she turned her head. “Me or Elijah?”

“Yes.” That was the perfect answer.

She turned a little more, and Liam kissed her mouth before pulling Elijah down to kiss him too. God, Shiloh loved the way they looked together, the way their wet kiss sounded near her ear. Then she pressed into the kiss, the action clumsy, but sweet.