Book of Love (5 page)

They opened up to let her join, lips and tongues moving in a lazy dance. When they broke for air, they all laughed together, the feeling right. Simple.

“It sounds like the storm passed, at least for now.”

“Mmm. Want to come back to the hotel with us?” Liam sounded as if he could sleep right there, but Elijah looked as though his crouch was about to get uncomfortable.

“My house is a walk from here. I guess I could come to the hotel, see how the rain is.”

“We’ll go to Liam’s room.” Elijah chuckled. “We left the book in mine.”

“Yeah. I’m not in a book place right now,” she answered.

“No kidding.” Liam hooted, the sound making her giggle. “Come on, you lot. I’m squished.”

“You’re squished?” She pinched Liam’s leg. “Are you suggesting I’m not light as a feather?”

“I’m suggesting Elijah is heavy on my legs,” Liam said, gallant as anything.

“Oh, very nice.”

“Good save, Red,” Elijah muttered.

“Get off me, man.” They all moved, Elijah levering up and disposing of the condom, Liam helping her stand on unsteady legs.

She managed to get her clothes on, ran her fingers through her hair. “I look okay?”

“Debauched, but beautiful.” Liam swung her in a circle, dancing her into a jig.

She had lost her goddamn mind, but it was the most fun she’d had in years. And she sure had gotten laid. Shiloh just hoped it happened again. Again and again.

Maybe twenty times. By twenty times, they would have explored a lot of options. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to get bored.

Chapter Four

Liam took Elijah and Shiloh to the hotel, the three of them tiptoeing through the hotel lobby. Shiloh was a local, after all, and all three of them looked a little worse for wear.

Oh, who was he kidding? Shiloh and ’Lijah looked well fucked.

He loved it.

He wasn’t sure what the fuck the deal was, but he didn’t really care.

Liam just wanted to do it again.

He chuckled. Good thing they’d remembered the book was in his room and went to Elijah’s room instead. Danger in Liam’s place, for sure, and he wasn’t feeling up for danger. Just wickedness. He took the key Elijah offered and slid it into the lock.

Shiloh glanced at him, her hair falling across her cheek. “What are you laughing at?”

“Us. Sex.” He grinned at her, winked.

“That is pretty funny.” She snorted. “We knocked out the lights.”

“I’m surprised we didn’t blow down the town.” Elijah was right in on it, teasing away.

“We haven’t blown anything yet,” Shiloh said, then clapped her hand over her mouth.

“Elijah did a bit, actually.” Liam got the door open finally, the old-fashioned key resisting.

“Naughty children.” Elijah felt him up on the way by.

“Absolutely.” He hurried them both in, dropping the key by the little table near the door. The bed looked good, inviting, and he started stripping down, the urgency right back in his system.

Elijah wrapped his arms around Shiloh’s waist. “Look at him. So fine.”

They watched him, swaying together, and he’d never seen anything so amazing as their light and dark, soft and hard.

“You both have too many clothes on.”

“Do we?” ’Lijah gave him a glinting grin. How had he never met this guy in person before now?

“Absolutely.” He moaned and kicked out of his jeans before heading over to unfasten Shiloh’s sweater again.

She helped him, wiggling out of it, then putting her arms up over her head as if she wanted to dance. Her breasts lifted, the look one of enticement, pure joy.

Elijah pushed his hands under her breasts, giving them a squeeze, making her moan.

“Oh, are those for me?” Liam’s hands twitched and he reached out, teasing the nipples through her bra.

“They are. She’s so pretty.” Elijah kissed her neck, her shoulder.

Shiloh smiled, pale skin pinking right up. She didn’t try to hide from them, just pushed against their mouths and hands. Liam inhaled, taking time to enjoy her perfume, pure woman, a clean scent of vanilla and salt and sweetness.

’Lijah, now, he had an earthy musk, spicy with a little citrus.

He leaned over Shiloh’s shoulder, sharing a kiss with Elijah, giving Shiloh a little show. She seemed to enjoy it all right, a soft moan sounding, her body rocking. Her nipples were little rocks, pressing into the lace of her bra.

Elijah licked at his lower lip, then the shell of Shiloh’s ear, so sensual. “Such a pretty girl.”

Liam loved the way that made Shiloh blush even brighter. She cried out to be adored. He leaned in, lips brushing the silk of her throat.

“Boys.” She slid a hand into his hair, holding him against her skin.

“Hmmm?” Oh, she was fine, the scent of her addictive.

“Want to make you crazy, sweetheart,” Elijah told her, and Liam agreed.

That was a good plan, and Liam went to his knees, unfastened her jeans. He tugged off her sneakers, her cute little socks. Then he skinned her jeans down and off. Her belly was softly curved, the scent just below heady. She wore lacy panties, the pink-and-blue hearts printed on them making him smile.

She pinked, rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them.”

“They’re cute as hell.” He tugged them off as well, dangling them on his finger.

The blush got deeper again, and that charmed him, bone deep. Elijah had no shame, though. He hooted, the silly man.

“You’re next, ’Lijah.” He reached between Shiloh’s legs, grabbed Elijah’s balls.

“Fuck.” Elijah rocked into his hand. “Damn.”

Oh, yeah. That was hot. Elijah was hard as a rock again, pushing against his wrist with that stiff cock.

“Please. Boys.”

“Anything, Shiloh.” Liam would give her anything he could right now, whatever she asked for.

He took a swipe at her, tongue teasing her slit. Oh, sweet, tart. Oranges. He wanted them both, wanting to fuck and suck until morning. He wanted to push into her and make the bed sing.

Elijah wrapped one dark hand around her milky thigh, spread her open for his tongue.

Liam hummed, licking some more, pushing his tongue in as far as he could.

He could drown in her, lick and lap and nuzzle until she was all he knew. She tasted of vanilla, of heaven, her secret, hidden parts so addictive. He traced her folds, the tip of his tongue slipping against her.

He felt Elijah move, felt one hand land on his head, stroking his hair. The touch made his eyes cross, and he moaned against her sweet, slick cunt. The heat that rose off her skin made him want to pet her all over.

“Fuck, look at him, baby girl, hungry and on his knees.” Elijah’s voice was sage and smoke, rough and dark and perfect.

Liam hummed softly, used his thumbs to spread her wider, so the tip of his tongue could tease her clit. He didn’t mind being on his knees at all, not if it got him this. She was slick enough that his tongue dragged against her, gathering moisture, making him moan again.

Elijah groaned, the sound echoing, and Liam looked up, loving the sight of dark hands on pale breasts. Liam tried to breathe, the scents and sights of them so amazing.

The wind began to blow again, rattling the windowsills.

They all glanced up, and Elijah cursed. “We’re gonna blow the town down.”

“Only if we’re lucky. Please, don’t stop.” Shiloh huffed out a breath, fingers tangling in Liam’s hair.

“No, honey. No way.” He was dizzy with how good she tasted, how amazing they both felt.

Elijah kept talking to her, whispering low, desperate, filthy words. The man’s voice was really dark molasses, a little sweet, a lot rough, flowing against them. She was pure honey, sweet and liquid gold.

Liam chuckled. Maybe that made him chili sauce, with his red hair and freckles.

He flicked at her clit, dragging circles around the edges, teasing.

“Please. Harder. I need you to touch me.” She rocked for them, restless motions, making desperate noises.

He pushed two fingers inside her, giving her the pressure she needed. She squeezed her thighs around his wrist, humping back and forth. He forced his tongue in, still playing her clit, making her fly.

Elijah pressed closer, skin on fire against his side, and he heard the wet sounds of kissing, of their mouths meeting.

He wanted that, next, the pressure of Elijah against him. Hell, he wanted anything they would give him. Everything they could give him.

Shiloh cried out for them, shaking her way through her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

He stroked her through her climax, then sat back on his heels, licking his lips.

Elijah sank down next to him, hand on his neck, pulling him over to devour his mouth. He climbed into Elijah’s lap, hips rolling, cock leaking against the man’s flat belly.

“Fuck. Yeah. Shiloh, help me touch him.” Elijah slid both hands under his ass, tugging them together.

She ran one hand down his back. “Bed. Bed, boys, so I can see.”

“Huh?” Liam had forgotten they were in a room with a bed.

“The bed. I want to watch.”

“Oh, God.” Elijah lurched up, dragging Liam with him.

They crashed into the mattress, Shiloh up near the pillows, propped up. She drew up her legs, touching herself almost idly. Liam’s mouth went dry just about the time Elijah tackled him and landed on top of him.

“Oof.” His arms wrapped around Elijah, squeezed hard.

“Mmm.” ’Lijah kissed him, lips pressed tight to his, bruising in their intensity.

Oh, damn.

He opened up, starving for this, for the kisses. Elijah rocked against him, cock sliding against his, and he moaned, the friction perfect.

“Fuck, that’s pretty. Totally a turn-on.”

They both paused to glance at Shiloh, and Liam grunted at the picture she presented. Her blonde hair was wild, free. Gorgeous and framed her curves perfectly. She licked her lips, watching, then waved a hand. “Give me my show, boys.”

Oh, Goddess. Was she for real?

He hoped so. He slammed up against Elijah, needing that heavy body, hands clenched in the long hair. He loved the heat, the smooth rub of their bodies together. The tip of Elijah’s cock rubbed his, the damp drops easing the way a tiny bit.

Hot bastard.

Beautiful hot bastard.

They moved together, and Elijah reached between them to jack their cocks with one big hand. His thighs spread to give his balls more room.

“Hot. Fuck, you’re hard.”

“Want more.” Liam felt damn near stupid with desire.

“Yeah.” Elijah rocked and humped until they were both panting. Then the man jerked him up, folding Liam’s knees back almost to his ears. That heavy cock pushed under his balls, against his crease. “Tell me I can.”

“Go for it.”

“Fuck, yes.” Elijah stared at Shiloh. “He has to have stuff.”

“Where?”

God, don’t make him think. “Ditty bag.”

“I’m on it.” She slid off the bed, all silky skin and beautiful hair, her ass swinging.

“Is this real, man? Honestly?”

“So real. Fuck the book, man.” Elijah rubbed up on him again, hand on his hip, the other stroking his belly.

“I’d rather fuck you. Or fuck me. I’m into it all.”

Elijah laughed out loud. “I’ll pitch this time.”

“Mmm. Here, boys.” Shiloh knelt on the bed and leaned against Elijah’s back.

“He’s got a fine ass, doesn’t he?” Elijah asked, and Shiloh dragged her fingernails up along his skin.

“Delectable.”

Liam flushed with pleasure, his hips rocking. “Please.”

Shiloh moaned, obviously aroused, needing. She slipped against Elijah’s hip, and he swore he could smell her delicious cunt.

Elijah cursed, then opened the little tube of lube Shiloh had handed him, squirting out enough to coat his fingers. His lips opened, tongue flicking out as he vibrated with excitement. When Elijah touched his hole, fingers sliding in, Liam jerked, panting at the stretch.

It was Shiloh who moaned, though. The sound was pure arousal, hot enough that Liam blushed. She was so damned sensual, so appreciative of what he wanted so badly.

Elijah gave him a bright, feral grin, and opened him up even more, slicking him deep inside.

Oh, fuck, that was fine. He stretched, one leg bending to make more room. Elijah hummed, pushing hard, letting him feel those fingers, finding the spot that made him shout.

His hips bucked driving up, so tense, so needy. Fuck.

“Gonna get inside you now, Liam.”

“Now totally works for me, man.” He was a slut and a half and he didn’t care who knew it.

“Good. Glove me up, Shiloh?” Elijah pulled back and tilted his hips up, cock slapping the flat belly.

“I can do that.” She ripped the packet open, put the condom on Elijah’s dick, which made Liam lick his lips. So heavy, that cock.

Elijah grinned. “You want it.”

“I fucking do, man.” No shame.

“You got it.” Elijah muscled up to his ass, and damned if Shiloh didn’t grab Elijah’s cock, guiding it into Liam.

Hot little lady. He hissed, his body burning, stretching. Elijah felt huge, the press of that heavy cock inexorable. He moaned, biting back the grunts that tried to escape. Christ, he was going to explode.

Elijah wasn’t even straining, the man just took him, driving in and spreading him wide.

He rocked with each thrust, the bed squeaking.

“Look at you.” Shiloh’s voice was husky, rough, awed.

“You can touch too.”

“Please. Please touch too.” Liam wasn’t above a little well-placed begging.

Shiloh smiled, the expression one of utter feminine power. She leaned harder on ’Lijah, reaching around to touch Liam’s cock, making him cry out. Her touch wasn’t tentative at all; she made him burn.

So did Elijah, who groaned and moved faster, banging against his ass.

All Liam could do was try and hold on. He grabbed a double handful of the bedcovers, his knees grazing his ears. His hips rolled up, abs curling, tightening so much they ached.

“God. You two make me nuts.” Elijah’s hand covered Shiloh’s on Liam’s cock.

“Uh-huh.” She gripped him harder.

“Oh, fuck.” Liam couldn’t move hardly. He could only take it. His toes curled, legs shaking as he got close. Fuck. “Fuck, please.”

“Soon, Liam.” Elijah’s face took on a hard cast, concentration in every line.

Shiloh’s palm dragged over his cock, the sensations making him bare his teeth. His balls drew up, his lower belly pulling tighter than he could ever remember. She rolled again, and it was more than he could take. He shot so hard his teeth rattled.

“Fuck! Liam!” Elijah slammed into him a few last times, driving hard.

“Oh, good Lord, you two are gonna set the room on fire.” Shiloh was laughing, breathless.

Hell, yes. He would have agreed out loud but he didn’t have the breath. Elijah grunted, flopping on him a little. Damn. The man knew how to fuck.

He soared, just flying. He barely heard the wind, even though it blew hard enough to make the glass rattle in the windows. That he actually saw over Elijah’s shoulder.

Shiloh looked over her shoulder. “That… Is that us?”

“Yeah.” Elijah raised his head. “I can’t move, I don’t think.”

“Me either. Hotel just has to hold up.”

“No shit.” They all laughed at that, collapsing on the bed together.

It was fucking bizarre, the three of them together, wrapped up in each other as if they had never been just strangers meeting at a cafe. At least he and Elijah knew each other online.

He chuckled. Elijah was definitely not cooler online.

“What’s funny, man?” ’Lijah wrapped one arm around Shiloh’s waist.

“Just thinking how you don’t come off near this hot in a chat room about magic.”

“No? You don’t find my typos a turn-on?” Elijah asked.