Lost Bird (27 page)

They stared at her.

“Please say something.”

John nuzzled the top of her head. “We’re scared, too. We don’t want to screw this up and hurt you. We want forever, too.”

“Both of us, with you,” Oscar added. “And yeah, we’re scared. And not just because we’re terrified we’ll end up getting turned into frogs or something.” His comment drew a laugh from her.

She looked up into his blue eyes and read the fear there.

“I’ll warn you, I’m still a massive emotional DIY project. Can you be patient with me?”

“Absolutely,” they said together.

The force of their words, the tone of their conviction and determination, slammed into the dam she’d built around herself, shattering it.

She wanted to fall into their arms and let them make her forget about the world, about who she had been, about what had happened to her. Wanted them to show her the promise of how good it could be if she’d just let it happen.

John looked back at the house when a light went on inside the living room. “Crap,” he muttered. “Aunt Tammy’s still awake.”

Aaaand there’s the cold splash of reality.
She wiped at her face. “It’s okay. It’s late, and—”

John silenced her with a gentle, tender kiss. Not even any tongue, just the sweet press of his lips against hers, stealing her heart and soul. Before she could even process that, he released her so Oscar could also kiss her, just as hot and chaste and oh, so beautiful.

“Tonight,” Oscar muttered, his voice hoarse. “I don’t want to be without you another night. And now there’s no reason not to be.”

“Me, either,” John said. “We can go get a hotel room or something.”

The idea hit her so hard it nearly knocked her back on her heels. She placed a hand on his chest. “No. I got it. Go tell her you’re going out and follow me back to the store.”

Oscar frowned. “The store?”

She grinned. “Mandaline and the guys stayed at the house again tonight. Park in back. We’ll have the apartment to ourselves.”

Both men bolted for the front door. She was laughing as she ran to get behind the wheel and start her car.

It took everything she had not to speed on her way into town. She had just gotten the back door unlocked and the alarm off when the two men both pulled into the parking area, on either side of her car, John in his work van and Oscar in his own car. They hurried into the store, Oscar slamming and locking the door behind him.

Sachi wanted to rip their clothes off them right that moment, but decided having Mandaline walking in to find a trail of clothing wasn’t exactly how she wanted her friend to find out they’d taken over the apartment and spent what little was left of the night there.

Taking their hands, she led them to the stairs, only releasing them so she could quickly ascend to the apartment.

Once upstairs, she kicked off her sneakers and turned, suddenly engulfed in Oscar’s arms. Somewhere in the middle of kissing him, then John, all three of them were naked.

As she draped her arms over Oscar’s shoulders and buried her hands in his hair, John stepped behind her, firmly wedging her between them as he started nibbling on her neck.

“We’re new at this, too,” he said. “You’re not the only emotional DIY project. If you can be patient with us, we can be patient with you. We’ll all figure this out along the way.”

She broke her kiss with Oscar to tip her head back and meet John’s gaze. “I know this sounds crazy, but I knew I was in love with you both almost from when I first met you guys.”

He stroked her cheek. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

She refocused on Oscar. He nodded. “Love you so hard, I can’t remember what it felt like to hurt before.”

Whatever happened, no matter how much shit they caught from their respective parents, they’d handle it together. Of that she was now certain.

They made it into the bedroom. She knew her energy tank was almost empty, but she didn’t want to go to sleep without first sating her need.

She grabbed a condom and rolled it onto John, straddling him and impaling herself with a satisfied sigh. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said.

Oscar knelt behind her, her body pressed against his, and reached around to find her clit. With his other hand playing with her nipples, back and forth, he murmured in her ear. “Come for us like this, baby. Let us take care of you.”

It wouldn’t take long. She still felt supersensitive from the night before, and the low simmer her body had maintained all night during the investigation finally boiled over. With the feel of John’s cock buried deep inside her and hitting all the right places within her cunt, the first orgasm cut loose and rolled around inside her.

“Yeah,” John grunted, trying to hold back. “Just like that, baby.”

She rode him, her release lasting what felt like forever, her body completely on autopilot with Oscar at the helm. Only when he was finally satisfied that she’d come did he relent, both arms cradling her body.

John grabbed her hips and thrust up, hard and fast, finishing with a sexy grunt of his own that seemed to impossibly stir her clit’s interest again.

That was something she couldn’t get enough of, knowing that she was giving them pleasure, too, that they were as helpless against her as she was against them. A mutual vulnerability that comforted and assured her mind that she’d made the right decision.

John got out of bed to go clean up in the bathroom. When he returned, they all switched positions. This time, with Sachi on her back on the bed and Oscar kneeling between her legs. As he rolled the condom onto his stiff cock, he said, “Let’s see if I can’t last a little longer than this morning.”

“There’s always Dildous downstairs,” John teased.

Her eyes widened. “Oh, no.
Hell
no. That thing is fucking huge. It’d rip me apart. I’m perfectly happy with the equipment the Goddess blessed you guys with.”

Oscar slowly sank his cock inside her well-prepared cunt. “You sure, baby?” he asked. “We could stuff you with that and never have to worry about going limp.”

“You bring that thing within twenty feet of me when I’m naked, and you see how fast you lose your nuts.”

He thrust, grinning and pulling her focus back to the matter at hand. “Aw, don’t worry. I have other ways I can think of stuffing you.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Much better ways.”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” John asked.

“Oh, yeah. Not tonight, but after we have a little time to get your ‘conditioning’ up,” he joked. “I want to have you impaled on both our cocks, one of us in this sweet pussy of yours, and one of us in your ass. What do you say about that, baby?”

Well, there wasn’t much she could say, because between the uber-sexy thought and the way his body rubbed against her clit with each stroke, it triggered her orgasm.

John leaned in, sucking one of her nipples, playing with the other with his hand and intensifying the feelings.

Oscar
tsked
. “Oh, if you think you’re going to coax me into coming by squeezing my cock with that sweet pussy of yours, baby, think again. I’ve got your number now, and I’m going to fuck another one right out of you.”

She had to pry her eyes open to stare up at him. His blue gaze twinkled with mischievous glee. Yes, the thought of having them both fucking her at the same time was…
hawwwwt
.

“I think we just found your magic button, baby,” Oscar said, his voice slipping into a deeper, sexy, throaty tone. “I think you want us to do all sorts of dirty things to you, don’t you?”

She nodded, unable to speak, hypnotized by his gaze.

She let out a soft cry of pleasure as John’s teeth grazed her nipple at the same time he pinched the other a little harder with his fingers.

“You like knowing you’re the only woman we’re ever going to be with again, don’t you?” Oscar asked.

She nodded.

His sexy smile widened. “You like knowing we’re going to fill you with our cocks any way we want, don’t you?”

From her past, a flashback struggled to gain a foothold, a memory of what Jacob had said during his attack, and she desperately fought it back.

These men loved her. Wanted her. Needed her as much as she needed them. She focused instead on the blue auras swirling around and through her, surrounding her, encasing her as well as them.

It steadied her nerves and focused her mind.

“I love you both,” she whispered, needing the anchor in her mind.

John released her nipple and kissed her. “We love you, too, baby,” he said. “So much.”

Oscar leaned in and kissed her, too. “We love you so much, you have no idea.”

And with that, her body made her mind up for her, the orgasm catching her by surprise and flowing through her. Her eyes slammed shut, her body held captive by the feel of Oscar’s cock fucking her so sweetly and so well, and now how John used both his hands on her breasts, whispering in her ear, “That’s it, baby. Come for us. Let us make you feel good.”

Good?
Blessed Hecate, it was fucking
awesome
. Amazing. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for how damn good it could feel.

Only when Oscar was sure that he’d gotten her over again did he speed up, thrusting harder, faster. John moved out of the way and Oscar leaned in, so she wrapped her arms around him.

“Come for me,” she whispered in his ear.

He let out a cry of his own, finally falling still, capturing her lips and kissing her as he caught his breath.

After a moment, John broke the silence. “And with that, kiddies, we need to get some sleep. I can be a little late to work, but I still have to go.”

A few moments later, after Oscar returned from the bathroom, Sachi was almost asleep and tucked between the men.

John, then Oscar kissed her forehead.

She thought it was the sweetest thing in the world.

That she was the luckiest woman in the world.

“Good night, sweetheart,” they whispered.

“Good night.”

Sachi thought the sound was the most fucking annoying alarm clock in the world.

Who the fuck makes an alarm that sounds like knocking?

“Hello?”

Her eyes popped open. No alarm clock sounded like Mandaline.

She sat up and realized the time on the cable box read 7:59.

“Shit! Um, just a minute!” She reached to either side of her and shoved both men, who’d slept through Mandaline’s knocking.

After climbing out of bed, Sachi grabbed the top sheet and wrapped it around her, cracking the bedroom door only wide enough that she could slip through it and close it again.

“Um, hi.”

Mandaline held out a mug of coffee. She also wore an annoying smirk. “Good morning.” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “I’m assuming the pile of clothes in the living room belongs to you and yours?”

Mandaline’s smile transformed into a broad, beaming grin.

Sachi had given Mandaline credit for her unusually great self-restraint the night before, for not mentioning anything about Oscar and John while they were on the investigation.

But her friend’s pleased smile said it all.

“Um, yeah.” She sipped at the coffee, which Mandaline had prepared exactly the way she liked. “Thanks. Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“For…um…” She didn’t know.

She shrugged.

Mandaline started laughing and carefully hugged her so as not to spill the coffee. “Congratulations, Snark Queen. I’m glad the great and mighty Dildous blessed your union.”

“He didn’t bless shit. It’s still downstairs under the register, and unused. Just the way he needs to stay.

Mandaline headed for the stairwell with a wave. “Unless you brought a spare change of clothes, you might want to run home. You’ve got a reading at eleven.” She started downstairs.

Dammit.
She’d forgotten about that. Sachi left the mug of coffee on the kitchen counter and ran to scoop up their clothes. When she threw the bedroom door open, she heard a loud
crack
, followed by John’s howl of pain.

When she got the door open, he was bent over, holding his forehead.

She winced. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t warn me I’d need a crash helmet to be your guy.”

She dumped the clothes on the bed and went to examine his wound as he finally straightened.

Oscar looked like he was doing his best not to laugh. She turned to him. “There’s one of those reusable gel cold packs in the freezer,” she told him. “Grab him one and a dish towel.”

“I need to get my clothes—”

“Move your ass!”

He streaked, naked, through the doorway.

She got John back to the bed and sitting on the edge. Fortunately, she hadn’t hit him hard enough to break the skin, but he might have a bruise and a goose-egg there in a few hours.

Oscar returned with the towel-wrapped gel pack. She took it from him and held it to John’s forehead.