Edwards, Willa - Midnight Mirage (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

“She was looking for someone to do a monthly column about life on the road.” Gabe’s voice sang with glee.

“We couldn’t think of anyone better qualified than you.”

Mallory wanted to be angry, for going over her head to her editor, for not including her in the next possible step in their life together, but all she felt was love. There were few people in her life who made any effort to cherish the unique parts of her. These men had already done so much for her, propelling her career, supporting her dreams. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve them.

“Unless that’s not what you want.” Gabe’s voice shook with uncertainty. “Whatever you want, we’ll make it work.”

Mallory smiled. “Promotion, live on a rock-and-roll tour, every night filled with steaming hot sex. How can someone turn down an offer like that?”

“It’s not completely free,” Lincoln growled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap, pushing her up against his hard, firm chest. Gabe gathered her legs together and pulled them over his knees, beside his best friend.

Before she even had a minute to catch her breath, Lincoln pressed his lips to hers, tangling his hands in her hair and holding her head to his. He licked her lips, seeking entrance, which she willingly gave. His tongue stroked hers, rolling together until her mind whirled with lack of oxygen.

Lincoln’s lips pulled back as different hands stroked her cheekbones, redirecting her head to another set of strong lips. Mallory didn’t even have time to open her eyes before his tongue thrust into her mouth, fast and without precursor, unapologetic. She twisted her torso, her hands landing on wide, strong shoulders. Her forearms brushed the soft T-shirt covering his muscles as he discovered her mouth. Her fingers grasped the fine hairs at the back of his neck. Even without her sight, she knew the spiky tresses beneath her fingers were blond, and the cheek rubbing against hers was a warm, sun-kissed tan.

After a few moments, Gabe pulled back. Their three ragged breathing rhythms were the only sounds in the quiet room. Against her ass she could feel Lincoln’s sizable cock hard and ready, pressing erotically into her skin.

Mallory smiled. “Was that my payment?”

“Not even close.” Gabe’s hands caressed her legs, finding the juncture and applying a slight pressure in just the right spot. Her whole body trembled at the touch, her clit throbbing.

“And what about last night?”

“What about it, love?” Gabe’s stare remained focused on her, his words strained, as if afraid to spook a timid rabbit.

Lincoln’s head swirled toward her. His gaze filled with concerned surprise. They both waited, bodies tight around her, preparing for some disastrous description of last night, some complaint she’d yet to reveal.

Mallory had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She stuck her chest out slightly and pushed her ass deeper into Lincoln’s lap. It was her turn to play. After all, they’d played with her plenty last night. “We did leave it a little unfinished.”

Both men relaxed beneath her. Lincoln dipped his head to pepper the left side of her throat with kisses as Gabe did the same to her right collarbone. Both their eyes looked up at her, hungry as wolves.

“What did we not do for you, babe?” Lincoln asked, his words husky, his breath ragged. Beside him Gabe panted in unison.

Mallory laughed, flipping her hair nonchalantly from her shoulders to fall down her back in a long stream. “Get your mind out of the gutter. We didn’t finish your interview.” She wrapped her arms around Lincoln and Gabe together. Her men. “I learned a lot about you both last night, but I’m not sure how much of it I want to share.”

She intended her retort to tantalize them, to remind them of their sweaty bodies rolling together, but was surprised by its truth. Last night had been sacred, special, life-changing. She didn’t intend to share it with anyone, not even her girlfriends.

But maybe she’d tell them about future nights.

“Ask us anything you want, love.”

“How many women have you had together?” Mallory glared at her two men, demanding the truth from them.

“Not enough.” Gabe laughed. Mallory kneed him lightly in the stomach. His breath huffed out between his lips, but he was otherwise unharmed.

“Not many,” Lincoln continued, soothing her with small kisses along her hairline. “And none of them were as wonderful as you”—he kissed her below the ear—“as responsive as you.” He sucked on her earlobe, scoring it with the edge of his teeth. “As beautiful as you.”

“Better.” Mallory glared at Gabe. The same unapologetic look he had when he pumped deep into her pussy, thrust his tongue into her mouth, or pushed her lips farther down on his hard cock covered his face.

“How long have you been planning this?” She waved her hand in the air, motioning to the floor before the couch, where they’d initiated her to more passion than any man had before. “The sex, the job, the relationship.”

Gabe dropped his gaze, his hands stilling on her legs.

“About a year,” Lincoln’s husky voice whispered along her neck.

“A year?” She turned in surprise, making fuller contact with Lincoln’s body, her knees rubbing against Gabe’s stomach, her toes curling along Gabe’s outer thigh. They’d only known her for a year. They’d started planning this since their first interview. Every time they’d flirted and offered to pleasure her all night, to take her to their bed and never let her go, they’d been serious. She could have had all this that whole time.

“Why’d you wait so long?”

Gabe and Lincoln both broke out into laughter, their arms wrapping tighter around her, holding her as their bodies rolled against hers with glee. “Only you, Mal.” Lincoln chuckled in her ear. The praise in his voice heated her body, warmed her heart, and drew a smile to her lips.

“We didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Last night was pretty overwhelming.” Mallory chuckled with them. Lincoln opened his mouth to interrupt her, that same concerned look returning to his face, but she spoke up before he could. “But I’ve shown I’m more than up for the challenge.”

“That you are, sweets,” Gabe whispered. His hands smoothed up her sides to cup her breasts.

“Do you have any more questions?” Lincoln whispered against her lips, his eyes challenging.

“Nope. No more questions.”

“What about us? We have some questions for you.” Lincoln wrapped his arm tighter around her waist, rubbing the rock-hard erection tenting his pants against her lower back until she almost begged for him to remove the denim between them.

“Shoot,” Mallory responded in a breathy sigh. “I’ll answer anything you ask.”

“Are you going to stay with us?” Gabe whispered, pinching her nipples, moving over her so that his mouth was only inches from her chest, ripples of heat echoing across her skin.

Mallory’s breath shuddered, frozen with surprised panic. She was amazed they’d asked, astounded by how much she wanted them.

She remembered the fear that had pounded in her chest as she awoke enfolded between them, wrapped in their warm male arms. It had scared her to death. She’d wanted to stay with them so much, feeling a sense of permanence and commitment in their hold she never had before.

Escaping from them in the dead of night was the hardest thing she had ever done. Harder than leaving teaching and defying her dead mother, or giving up her dreams to comply with her. It had been the biggest mistake she’d ever made, and she wasn’t going to do it again.

She looked into Gabe’s warm eyes, his golden gaze reminding her of an innocent puppy desperate for love. She swiveled to look at Lincoln, his jaw held tight, desperate for her answer but wrestling the anxiety down with his iron will. Her chest felt tight as she tried to take a deep breath, at the depth of their devotion pushing against her ribs.

“Yes.”

Lincoln moaned against her neck, reveling in her agreement. His lips nuzzled her throat as Gabe’s head dropped down to suck at her nipples through her top. She whimpered, her fingers twisting in Lincoln’s shirt. Her body shimmered with pleasure, overwhelmed with sensation, as only these men could do.

“Anything else?” she asked, hoping the answer was no. She didn’t have a problem answering their questions. Later. But right now she wanted them beneath her, inside her, filling her in unison.

“Yes,” Lincoln’s deep whiskey voice whispered as he bit her neck where it met her shoulder, making her scream in delight. “Ready to ring in the New Year again?”

THE END

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