Clifford Arbor: The Seduction of Raven Peters (6 page)

"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me already." Without her conscience, Raven could do whatever she pleased without fear.

The next second his lips met hers and the only word to describe the feel was electric.

Raven’s nerve endings shot a signal all over her body, cheering her on. She moaned into his mouth opening her lips slightly and Harley took advantage, delving in with his tongue.

He penetrated her, taking control of her tongue, forcing her to do his will.

She curled her arms around his neck as his hands pulled her head closer, his fists tightening in the curls of her glossy black hair. Her fingers found the fine hairs at the nape of his neck and she tightened her grip, holding onto him with the same heat and passion he was giving her. Raven could feel his pelvis thrust against her stomach. She wasn’t wrong that he was well endowed. Nothing about this male was wrong or bad. She whimpered. Al of her good intentions were lost. His body communicated to her how much he liked the biting pain of her passion. Her nails sank into his neck. Harley growled in approval against her lips. His fists tightened in her hair, forcing her head back exposing her neck and opening her up wide to his invasion.

"More," he growled.

He loosened his hands, moving down her body until he cupped her ass. Raven squealed as he tightened his hold on her, lifting her up by her ass as he pushed her onto the counter, opening her legs wide to receive him. His face was dark with intent.

"Harley," she cried out his name as his teeth sank into the delicate column of her neck.

Raven’s nipples tightened to the point of pain. He thrust against her seeking entrance even through the tight constraints of his clothing.

"We want you, Raven." Harley kissed her lips not allowing her time to digest his words.

What?
Raven was sure there was something important in what he’d said to her.

Her brain scrambled around the hormones and the pressure of his lips as they moved down her neck, across her collarbone and above the swell of her breast.

"We want you, Raven."

His words finally absorbed and made sense.

Just shut up and fuck me.

Raven didn’t want to talk. She wanted action.

Not good.

"We have to stop," Harley groaned.

She moaned in disagreement. She didn’t move to push him away but she no longer held him against her body. Raven felt she should get a point for the effort.

Harley pulled away enough for Raven to see his face but not enough to lose contact with her body.

"Please don’t stop," she begged.

What the hell was wrong with her? She wanted to stop. She’d started it. Now he was moving away from her and she didn’t want him to. Damn. Why did she have to go and spoil it with her silly mouth and morals?

"I lied. No stopping." A first for her. It seemed her body had been without a man longer than it felt necessary.

"I don’t want to but I have to, baby." He stroked her hair.

"Why? We don’t have to stop. Put what I said to a moment of madness."

"Jackson and I want you, Raven." His words should’ve scared her, sent her running for the hills, but if anything they made her more excited. Two men wanted her. How could a woman not be happy by the thought?

"Together?" she asked in a shaky voice.

He nodded. No words were necessary on his part.

"You and Jackson Cole want me, Raven?" She gestured from his chest to her own.

"Together? In bed?"

He shook his head making her frown.

"Not just in our bed, sweetheart. We want you to live with us and share our life."

"You’ve known me a day and possibly seen me a few times over the last month. You don’t even know me. I could be an axe murderer for all you know."

Harley chuckled at her words.

"Why are you laughing?" She folded her arms over her chest. Being all hyped up and left with no orgasm had in fact left her cranky.

"Sweetheart, an axe murderer wouldn’t warn anyone about being a possible axe murderer.

Besides you may have some serious curves going on but can you even lift an axe?" He teased her looking over her body as if he was assessing her.

Her traitorous body responded to his assessment. Raven was pleased her breasts were covered by her arms.

"Okay, you’ve got me there, but you don’t know me," she pointed out.

"We’ve got a lifetime to get to know one another."

"You and Jackson want to share me?"

"Yep, me, Jackson and you. One big family."

Beatrice words hit her hard.
"Sharing a woman. You know, two men one woman. Blah,
blah, blah."

"Sharing?"

"We both want you, Raven. You’re the woman for us." Harley continued to stroke and touch her.

"Why me?" She didn’t know why she was asking all these questions. Inside she was screaming,
yes!

"We both feel it here." He took Raven’s hand and pressed it against his heart. "Inside, me and Jackson both know you’re our woman and I think deep down you do, too."

"We’ve only known each other a day." Surely after one day you couldn’t know the person, or people in her case, you were going to be spending the rest of your life with.

A day. One single day. Well not a single day, it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and already this guy was talking about a lifetime.

"We’ve been neighbors for a month, Raven. I’ve watched you. We’ve watched. Constantly. I can’t explain it. I don’t even understand it but for five years we’ve been waiting for the right woman and the right woman is you. We know." His eyes bored into her, drilling his words home.

She’d heard of love at first sight. Raven had seen it in enough movies and read it in books all the time. But to be part of it? And a third? She recalled Jackson at the book store today and the way he’d been before he got all defensive. She liked that side of him. The niceness, the flirtatiousness. She didn’t like the darkness. She knew he’d been through something before Beatrice told her anything. His distrust of her easily told her it was with a woman.

Raven looked at Harley. His determination to prove his feelings made her heart ache with happiness. Harley and Jackson wanted her. Two sexy, gorgeous, strong, hot men wanted her as their woman.

"I-I’ve never done this before." She’d never known anything like this before. How could a woman love two men? How could two men love one woman and be willing to share her every day for the rest of their lives?

"It’s been done in this town."

"In Clifford Arbor?" Raven had never seen any three way couples.

"Yep. It’s not my business to tell but I’m sure with time they will let themselves be known to you."

It was the old law of Clifford Arbor looking after their own.

"Let us prove it to you Friday night. Come over and stay the night," Harley challenged.

"That’s moving a little fast."

"Life is about moving fast, Raven. You want us. We want you come and take it. No pressure. We would never hurt you. I promise." He cupped her cheeks between his palms, kissing her lips between each word.

Her pulse raced, her heart ached. She should be feeling horrible and nervous and uncomfortable and all the fowl negative words in the English vocabulary. Two men. How many women in the world had this chance? Deep down she knew without doubt they would never hurt her. Raven didn’t know where this trust and understanding came from but she knew it existed.

"Okay. I’ll pack a bag," she agreed. Harley was right. Life was about moving forward and taking chances. Raven was twenty-eight years old, had three failed relationships behind her, the last one being incredibly messy. Why sit around waiting for something amazing to happen when it already was happening?

"You won’t regret it." He kissed her one last time.

"Hold on," she called as he made it to her front door. He got an answer and now he was leaving? She didn’t think so.

He turned, beaming smile and melting eyes, giving her, his full undivided attention. "Yes, angel?" "I may have agreed to Friday, but its Wednesday. I want to go out tomorrow night after work. Just have some dinner in a restaurant, get to know both of you." Raven put her terms to him.

"I can cook dinner," he offered.

She shook her head.

"Dinner, with other people around us. Means you cannot seduce me without me knowing something about you. I want both of you there." She folded her arms waiting for his answer.

"Jackson and I will be there."

"Another thing." She needed to know. "Are you and Jackson..." She twisted her hands, hoping he would get the hint.

"Are me and Jackson...what?" He frowned, watching her hands roll.

"You know..."

He frowned again but she was sure she could see a twinkle in his eye.

"Are you and Jackson..." She scrambled through her brain. "Lovers?" She scrunched up her face.

Harley chuckled, his hand leaving the door knob. He came over to her, his arm looping around her waist, bringing her close against his body tormenting both of them. He pressed her against his hard cock. She groaned aloud. He was big. He smelled her neck and whispered. "You’ll have to find out on Friday." He kissed her one final time and left.

Raven touched her lips which were stil tingling from the bruising torment of his kiss. No man should be that sinful. Inside she was jumping for joy. He left her waiting and wanting more of him.

She giggled like a little school girl.

****

Harley walked the short distance between their front doors and stepped into his house, closing and locking the door behind him only to be met with Jackson's scowl, which seemed permanently fixed in place. He looked ready to pounce, the poor guy.

Jackson stood, his fingers running through his hair.

"Did she like the flowers?"

"She loved them." Harley hoped every time she looked at them she would think of the heat of his kiss.

"You’re a horny bastard."

"She wants us, Jackson." Harley loved saying those words.

"You were gone some time," Jackson complained.

"She got me distracted."

"What did she do?" Jackson asked, knowing his lover wouldn’t have been able to resist the luscious mouth Raven possessed.

"She tastes like everything we’ve ever wanted."

They both moaned.

"There’s a catch."

Jackson glanced up from looking at Harley’s cock. "Catch?"

"She’l stay with us Friday night and give us a chance to prove we can be together but we have to give her tomorrow night."

"At her house."

"No. We have to go on a date with her. Tomorrow night we have to have dinner and get to know each another."

"I’m not good at that," Jackson said.

"It’s her terms. It’s the least we can do after what we've unloaded on her," Harley shrugged.

They wanted this woman and they would have to do what she wanted.

"What do I tell her about Patricia?"

Harley sighed. It was always about Patricia.

"Look, Jackson, just tell her the truth."

"I’m sorry."

Harley nodded.

"We should introduce her to Chase, Lawrence and Emily. It could help."

Jackson nodded. "I’ll call them in the morning."

They both stood in the entrance, Harley leaning against the front door and Jackson standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Come here," Jackson instructed.

Harley went to his lover. After having the softness of Raven in his arms, he was about ready to explode. This morning Jackson had refused Harley his climax, making him wait to savor his release. Having Raven ride him through his jeans, the will power it took him to hold back and to wait was a miracle, pure and simple.

"I need to cum now," Harley begged the man he loved for the release he craved but secretly he loved being made to wait. When he finally could climax, it would send him hurtling over the edge into oblivion.

"I’ll tell you when you can cum," Jackson said.

Harley bowed his head, playing his part.

"On your knees." The sound of a zipper coming down fil ed the room. Harley felt his dick tighten with every push, the noise seeming to grow louder, taunting his ears.

He felt so blessed to have a best friend and lover he could trust. He didn’t like being dominated all the time but Jackson knew him like no other. Like Raven would soon.

"Suck me."

The simple command was everything Harley wanted. To have the choice and his will taken out of his hands and given to another made the experience far more pleasurable. He didn’t have to think, only act. He glanced up to see Jackson’s erection already beautifully swollen and ready for his lips, a drop of fluid leaking from the tip. Jackson's cock was a dangerous weapon all on its own.

Just like the owner.

Harley grazed the red, swollen head with his teeth then took Jackson into his mouth, the thickness invading, stretching him wide open, sliding along his tongue to fit into the back of his throat.

"Harder. Suck me." The commands came hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

Harley pulled him into his throat, relaxing his muscles, trying to take more of him.

"Fuck." Harley would’ve smiled if he didn’t have a mouth full of cock. "That’s right. Suck it deep." Jackson fisted some of his hair forcing Harley further down his length until the other man gagged on him.

Harley unbuttoned his own pants, he had no other choice. The tightness of the material was strangling his large cock. He felt instant relief as he sprang out, pulsing into awareness. The merest touch would send him over the edge into that blissful sanctuary of peace. Between Raven teasing him, rubbing her hot body all over him, and Jackson leaving him unsatisfied, he was set to explode. Harley felt immense pleasure watching Jackson consumed by the power of his mouth and tongue. He loved to please his lover, his one true master.

This was the one place and time Jackson relaxed and allowed someone else to take care of him and it was something Harley enjoyed doing for him.

"Did you touch her?" He could hear Jackson fighting for control. It was what the man was all about. Dominance. Control. At least with Harley he could be himself. Outside Jackson had far too many worries and concerns plaguing his thoughts to be a true dominant. But in the bedroom, he could freely step into the role.