Downs, Jana - Angel Bound [His Guardian Angels 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove - Serialized) (8 page)

towel and threw it at him. “I’ll rinse. You dry and put away. Okay?”  He still didn’t understand how his mother didn’t have a dishwasher. It

was the oddest thing considering how much and how often she

cooked.

He watched Cross out of the corner of his eye as he continued the tedious work of dishwashing. The angel expertly toweled off the utensils, cups, and plates before quickly finding where they went and tucked them away.

“So how do angels learn how to do dishes?” Madigan asked before he could help himself.

Cross smiled softly at him and took the plate out of his hands.  “The same way humans do I suppose. We’re taught.”

“Do they have a special school that they teach angels who come to earth how to act or whatever?”

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The angel laughed. The sound was good. Deeply masculine. It sounded like something Madigan would love to listen to while laying horizontal in bed late at night. An image of Bren popped into his mind. Yeah, maybe he could be there, too. Madigan shook his head to clear it. Since when had he turned into such a slut?
 
Jeez
. He thought

about his dream.
 
Okay
.
 
Angelic puberty
. That was what he was  blaming everything on from here on out.

“Are you blushing, Madigan?” Cross teased, bumping his hip.  That only made him blush harder. He couldn’t drag his mind out of  the gutter around these guys. All of them were beautiful, strong, the  epitome of what was sure to get him panting like a cat in heat in no  time flat.

“Just dry your dishes, mister,” Madigan commanded, waving a  fork in his direction. The angel continued chuckling.

Once they were finished and Madigan dried off his hands, he  turned to the angel. “You guys want to watch a movie or something?”  His mom had DIRECTV so it wasn’t like there weren’t fifty million  channels for them to surf. He could even order a pay-per-view movie  if they found something that they liked.

“So long as we stay within the house, we can do whatever you  wish,” Cross said agreeably. He was awfully accommodating. It was  kind of nice. Most of his old boyfriends in college had been super  masculine but bossy as hell. It was the type he most often attracted.  Though Cross had his moments, for the most part he was very  thoughtful from what Madigan had seen.

Cross whistled, and the other angels all came into the kitchen. It  was a lot of muscle to be housed in one kitchen. Madigan resisted the

urge to purr.

“How does a movie sound to you all? Madigan has suggested it to  be a good way to occupy ourselves for a couple of hours.” Cross  sounded really authoritative, like he dared anyone to argue with him  over the matter.

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“Can I get something to eat first, your royal red ass?” Bren  quipped. His hair was still damp from the shower, and his clothes  stuck to his back where it was still damp. Madigan smiled at his  grumpy tone. It was starting to grow on him. The dark-haired angel’s  gaze locked onto Madigan. “Hi, bright eyes.” The greeting was almost  shy.

“Hi, Bren.” Madigan sidestepped Cross and opened the  microwave to pull out the plate of pancakes he’d saved. “Here’s some  breakfast. It should still be warm. They’re blueberry pancakes. You  like?”

Bren nodded and took the plate, a small smile playing on his lips.  “Sure. Thanks, bright eyes.”

“Dex makes good pancakes,” Madigan said brightly. “Do you need syrup?”

“Thanks,” Bren offered. He glanced at Dex. “You cook?”

Gabriel’s angel gave a curt nod. “When I have to.”

“He’s good,” Madigan protested. “Don’t let him fool you.”

“Please, Madigan. I am mediocre at best,” Dex grumbled.

“No way! I saw all the extra stuff you put into the bowl. I know a cook when I see one.” Madigan grabbed a hold of one of Dex’s hands and squeezed. He could tell that the angel was embarrassed, but he didn’t understand why. “You better watch out. I might use you as a kitchen hand once I can get back to work. I’ll need it since Mom will be gone.”

Dex looked down, and their eyes met. Madigan didn’t understand how he ever thought Dex was so damn frightening. Warmth filled his eyes to the brim. “Whatever you need me to be, Madigan. I will be. It is the duty of a guardian.”

Awareness sizzled between them. Madigan shook his head and took a step back. He was not throwing himself at yet another of his guardian angels this morning. Man, his libido was on overdrive.

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“How about that movie, guys?” Madigan asked a little  uncomfortably. He turned, trusting the others would follow, and  practically ran from the room.

* * * *

This was not the movie to watch with a bunch of angels. He really should’ve thought before he selected it on Syfy.
 
Constantine
 
was one of his favorite movies, but he felt like it was probably going to hit a few nerves with the group of angels. He was sitting on one of the old couches in the living room that faced the TV in between Dex and  Cross. Michel and Bren sat on the other couch. God only knew why they hadn’t spread out to the recliners.

A bark of laughter made him jump. “Lord Gabriel is a woman!”  Dex’s laughter, like the rest of him, was a little intimidating. Madigan relaxed as he processed the words.

“Did you see those demons? How do they see without eyes?”  Bren wondered. “I mean, I’ve seen some ugly demons in my time, but none that are that ugly.”

“No kidding,” Michel agreed. “Some of them are downright edible. Like Cristobal. You remember him?”

“I remember,” Bren said. Bren and Michel shared a grin. “Do you  remember what he was caught doing to Archangel Michael six  months ago?”

Michel dissolved into laughter. “Yeah. The ‘torture’ lasted for  days, apparently. It was a running joke for months. Some of the troops  still razz him about it.”

Huh
. It seemed like they were getting along better than they were yesterday. Madigan leaned back against the couch, trying to get a little more comfortable.

“You can lean against me if you so desire,” Cross offered.  Madigan raised his gaze to meet Cross’s. His eyes were locked solidly  on the TV. Was he embarrassed about the offer?

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“Probably not a good idea, Cross,” Madigan said softly as his  arousal began to stir. He was already having a hard enough time  ignoring the fact that he wanted to roll around on each and every one  of them.

“You’re probably right,” Cross agreed. He sounded a little  disappointed, but that couldn’t be helped. He didn’t want all the guys  fighting over his ass. Madigan knew they were probably fighting just  as powerful urges as Madigan was, and he didn’t want to make it  more difficult for all of them.

Dex tensed beside them, his eyes going to the ceiling. Madigan turned to give him his full attention.

“What’s wrong?” Madigan asked. Dex was muttering under his breath and staring at something Madigan couldn’t see.

“Yuri is on his way. He should be arriving by nightfall. He has news. Important news.” Dex seemed lost in thought as he listened to the other angel. Madigan’s stomach clenched at the thought.  Important news could be interpreted in a variety of ways. Not all of them positive. After a moment, Dex’s expression cleared and he was back with them.

“Relax, Madigan. If Yuri is on his way, it means he has found  something. There is nothing for you to be upset over. This is a good  thing,” Cross reassured. He pulled Madigan into his arms, and the  human couldn’t help but sigh and snuggle closer. He smelled so good,  and he made him feel so safe. A growl from Bren had him lifting his  head. Their eyes met, and Bren was the first to look away.

“Bren,” Madigan whispered the word, but it drew the angel’s  attention back to him. “I want you here, too.” Madigan knew he was  being a selfish prick by even saying that. Knew he was tormenting  them all unnecessarily. Dex went to stand to get out of the way.

“No,” Madigan said firmly. He spread out and put his legs over  Dex’s lap. Bren moved slowly as if he were being pulled against his  will. It was like a spell had descended over all of them in that

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moment. Madigan watched the beautiful angel as he knelt on the floor

beside the couch.

“Bright eyes, what—”

“Lean against me, Bren. Want to feel you a little bit,” Madigan  interrupted before Bren could talk himself out of it. The angel nodded  and leaned forward until his head was pressed to Madigan’s chest and  his arms encircled him.

Cross’s hand stroked his hair expertly, and Dex started massaging the tension out of Madigan’s calves. Bren just seemed to want to breathe Madigan in and that was all right with him.

Then Michel was there beside Bren on the floor, pressed close to the other angel, and rested his head against Madigan’s stomach. It felt good to be so completely encompassed by his guardians. Michel’s hand started stroking Bren’s back in slow steady circles, which made  Madigan wonder exactly what sort of relationship the two of them had.

Madigan lifted his head and stared up into the soft brown eyes of

his father’s angel and spoke. “Kiss me?”

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Madigan couldn’t quite believe he’d said the words out loud, but there they were. He wanted to feel Cross’s kiss while the others were pressed against him. He longed for it like he hadn’t longed for anything in his entire life. If they were all naked, it would be even better. He licked his lips. Oh yes. Naked would be much better.

“Madigan.” Cross’s groan made the fine hairs all over his body stand to absolute attention. He could feel the hard evidence of Cross’s

interest pressed against the back of his skull. The dream was in the  front of his mind in vivid clarity. He wanted that. He wanted them all  to love him just like that.

Bren started nibbling his pecs through his shirt, and Michel  nuzzled his stomach. “Kiss,” Madigan begged of the angel above him.

“Madigan, we shouldn’t. Your father would not approve.” Cross  said the words, but he didn’t seem so sure of himself.

“A pox on his father, Cross,” Dex murmured. “Kiss that boy.

Now.”

Cross seemed to lose his internal struggle because the next thing  Madigan knew his lips were crushed under the weight of the red-haired angel’s. He gasped. Cross’s tongue traced the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open and allow him entrance into the wet cavern of his mouth. Their tongues parried, tangled. Cross tasted good. Like mint and a little hint of something sweet.

He loved how Cross completely took control of the kiss, giving him no time to question or protest. The other men’s hands rubbed against his skin, burrowing under his clothes to seek the soft flesh underneath. He gasped. It felt so damn amazing to be in this situation.

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Their mouths broke so that the others could pull his shirt over his head. It was tossed somewhere beyond his sight, and then they were all touching him again. Bren’s mouth lit on his nipples, while  Michel’s traced the muscles of his stomach. Dex tugged on the button on his pants and lowered the zipper in slow degrees.

Cross broke the kiss at the sound. “Don’t,” he commanded the

other angels. “We mustn’t violate him.”

“News flash,” Bren retorted through a mouthful of Madigan. “He  wants to be violated.” He nibbled on the hardened tips of Madigan’s  nipples, eliciting a groan of response. “Isn’t that right, bright eyes?”

“I am not—” Cross snapped. He seemed to search for a word.  “I’m not gang banging my charge, my lord’s son, just because his  instincts clamor for him to mate!”

“Then get the fuck out of the dog pile, Cross-stitch, because the  rest of us know how to share,” Bren returned. It was a challenge.

“Don’t fight,” Madigan moaned in frustration. “Please, don’t  fight.” He pushed himself up despite the protest from the other angels  and his hard cock. Bren pushed him back into the couch, effectively  caging him. He couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing Bren’s full lips.  He tasted different from Cross. More earthy.
 
Yum
. Their tongues  mated as Bren shoved his deep into his mouth as if he wanted to get  every crevice and taste every nuance therein. Michel’s hands caressed  his hips, the other angel’s mouth going to the bend of his neck.
 
Oh,  heavenly
. He was almost delirious, drunk off their touches.

“Stop it!” Cross rumbled, grabbing Bren’s hair and hauling him  off of Madigan’s body. Bren snarled.

“You want to satisfy me instead?” The dark-haired angel snapped.  Madigan licked his lips at the prospect. Oh, Bren was wicked.

“You couldn’t handle this,” Cross snarled, tightening his grip on  Bren’s hair until the other man cried out. Almost immediately on the  heels of the cry of pain came a sound of pure pleasure that was almost  feline. Cross’s eyes widened, obviously surprised by Bren’s reaction.