Power Up 3: Whispered Words (8 page)

“I’m sorry if I’m taking your bed or distracting you from whatever planning you’re supposed to be doing.”

He grimaced at the word
bed
. “You and Xavier doing all right in there?” Was it him, or had her breath hitched? “Fine.”

“Enough room?”

“It’s plenty big enough.” Her gaze slipped to his mouth. “You okay out here?

I’m more than happy to take the couch.”

“No. I’m good.” He caught his breath when she shifted. Her hip grazed his cock, and he couldn’t help groaning.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You’re kidding, right?”

“Josh—”

He stared into her diamond-bright eyes and lost it. “What’s wrong is that I’m hard as hell. I want you. I want to come, not in my pants or in my hand, but in your hot cunt.
That’s
what’s wrong.”

Hell, not the smoothest way to a woman’s heart. Hearing himself, he wanted to kick his own ass.

Chloe shocked the hell out of him when she pulled his face to hers. “Well?

What are you waiting for? Get to it.”

Chloe had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. That tingle she got whenever she touched one of the Cannons returned with a vengeance under Josh. Hell, sleeping—just sleeping—with Xavier was bad enough. The man never looked bad. That sexy grin, those bedroom eyes, that deep voice that stroked her entire body until she wanted to quiver like a puppy whenever he spoke…

She’d been lusting after the pair since she’d stepped foot in the cabin. And though she’d just met them, she’d known them for more than half her life. Playing board games with Xavier for the past few days showed his sense of humor, his intelligence, and his versatility. She genuinely liked him, but she was surprised to find Josh the brooding, more sullen of the twins.

So much for easygoing. As his mouth ground over hers, she added intense to the description. She arched into him when he palmed her breast. And then he slipped his hand over her buttons and deftly unfastened them. He pushed the sides apart and broke the kiss.

“Oh, fuck. So sweet.”

She couldn’t breathe as he sucked one nipple, then the other into his hot mouth. He rolled her flesh, nipping and pulling, making her so wet she couldn’t stand it. “Josh.”

“Chloe.”

Her hunger grew tenfold when he moaned her name. She clenched her hands in his hair, holding him fast, and gave herself up to the temptation of his touch.

For days she’d hungered for him…and Xavier. Feeling like the biggest slut in the world, she’d tried to ignore her weird libido. Chloe rarely had sex. She didn’t like to put herself out there, not comfortable trusting others and sick of rejection.

She wasn’t normal and never would be. Not a girly-girl or a woman comfortable with the softer side of femininity.

But Josh and Xavier didn’t seem to mind her. They didn’t seem to care she’d kicked their asses and wielded a gun. That she wasn’t white, black, or Hispanic, but a mix of all three and who knew how many more ethnicities. Nor did they treat her like a piece of ass on hand to fulfill a need.

Xavier had told her flat out he wanted her, but he never pressured her. And Josh had done his best to stay away. So why the hell had she dragged him down to kiss her?

His mouth moved from her breast to the valley between them, kissing his way back up her body to her neck.

He nipped and sucked, trailing to her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he whispered.

And God, she wanted him to. All thoughts and worries faded as he kissed her again. She was aware of little but the large man stealing her will, her breath, as his mouth consumed her.

His hands seemed everywhere, yet didn’t come close to her pussy.

Before she knew it, he had her on her feet and in front of the fire as he pushed her flannel shirt from her shoulders. It pooled on the ground. And then she noticed over his shoulder that they weren’t alone.

Xavier stood behind them, naked and aroused as he held himself, stroking his cock while he watched.

She should have been embarrassed, startled. But she felt a sense of rightness when he circled his brother and came to stand behind her. He pulled down her pants and underwear as Josh kissed her.

They caged her between them. She seemed so much smaller, dominated by muscular men who were aroused and ready to take her.

“So good,” she murmured as Josh’s mouth moved down her body once more.

Xavier reached around her to cup her breasts and slid his cock against the small of her back. Josh continued his downward path. On his knees, he nudged her legs wider and kissed the thin strip of hair covering her mound.

“I want to eat you. All of you,” he growled and sucked her clit hard.

She cried out, and her knees shook, but Xavier held her upright. He continued to fondle her breasts and kissed her neck, her ear, whispering how much he wanted to fuck.

“You protected, honey?” he asked while Josh thrust a finger inside her, in time with his licks against her clit.

“Oh God.”

“Chloe?” Xavier pinched her nipple, and she cried out, so close to coming.

“Wh-what?”

“We don’t have any condoms. So do we need to get creative?”

“No. Protected,” she barely managed before she found her back flat on the rug, Josh over and in her in the span of seconds.

He fucked her like he owned her, taking and pushing her to new heights. So full, so huge inside her as he slid deeper and faster.

“Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it.” He grazed her clit with each push, and before she knew it, she came hard, stars bursting behind her eyelids while he shuddered and groaned her name.

She blinked up at him to see his jaw clenched, his face contorted in pleasured pain as he came inside her. And then he withdrew, and Xavier was there. Just as thick, as firm, as hungry.

“Oh fuck. She’s so tight.” Xavier pumped, ramming deep once before he stilled and groaned. Like watching a replay of before, he looked like a veritable conqueror as he rode out his climax.

Chloe had a hard time thinking as he leaned over and kissed her. The contact felt so good, like a meeting of more than bodies, but hearts and minds as well. All that happy crap she tried not to feel when it came to men and sex. Yet here she was, feeling so damn pleased with herself and them.

Not him.
Them.

She glanced at Josh and found him lying next to them, his expression shuttered, his gaze on them both.

Xavier remained inside her, and he didn’t appear to be getting any smaller.

“Again?” Josh asked him.

“Again,” Xavier answered and started moving.

“Oh my God.” Chloe had been reduced to mindless epithets as she lay under Xavier. He felt so good inside her.
Inside her
. “Oh my God” suddenly took on a whole new meaning.

“I’m clean, Chloe. Josh too. We’ve always used protection.”
Hearing him inside her while his body possessed hers only made the intimacy that much deeper.
“Xavier, how…?”

“We’re connected, Chloe. All three of us.”
Xavier looked at his brother.
“Right
Josh?”

To her astonishment, she heard an echo of Josh’s agreement through Xavier.

“Josh?”

Xavier answered, “I’m the telepath. I bridge us all. Together, Chloe. We’re good, aren’t we, honey?”

He thrust harder, and she moaned, caught in his spell.

She sensed more thoughts passing back and forth between him and his brother, and then Xavier pulled out of her.

“On your hands and knees.” His voice was thick, his hunger urgent.

Both men had long, thick cocks covered with
her
. Mine, she thought, not sure why the idea pleased her so much. She should have been more freaked out about a threesome. At the very least, confused about where she fit between two men. But for some reason, the worry didn’t come. She finally felt like she truly belonged, like she fit with Josh and Xavier.

And then she didn’t have any more time to think. On the plush rug on her hands and knees, she suddenly faced Josh, his hand around his cock as he guided it to her mouth. She opened her lips and took him just as Xavier thrust inside her once more.

“Oh yeah. Fuck, Chloe. That’s so good, baby.” Josh groaned her name as she sucked him, loving the taste of herself over his cock.

Xavier thrust faster and spoke to her in her mind.
“Everything he feels, I feel. 
Everything I feel, he feels. You’re magic, Chloe. So special. And the reason neither of
us can last with you. I’m so hard. I need to come in you. My fucking cum deep inside
you. Yes,”
he hissed.

And then she felt his fingers over her clit. He rubbed her nub, sliding against her with a keen attention to her sensitive flesh.

The sensation of fullness increased as Josh surged between her lips. He gagged her once, then stilled, accustoming her to his size. She took more and more of him without choking, her arousal making everything pale next to coming again.

“Christ. Here I come. Oh, Chloe. Yes, honey. Oh, yeah.” Xavier clenched her ass and stopped, jetting inside her at the same time Josh released into her mouth.

“Take it, Chloe. All of it,” he groaned and spurred her into climax.

She shook as she gripped Xavier and Josh inside her, her pussy and her mouth like clamps that held fast to the men she felt a part of. Josh eased himself out of her, stopping to wipe the tip of his cock against her lips, dragging the last bit of seed from his shaft. She licked it from her lips.

Xavier pulled out and flopped next to her on the rug. He pulled her on top of him while Josh disappeared.

“Holy Christ, Chloe. You wore me out.”

“You made a mess inside me,” she said, feeling drunk. So dazed, sated, and relieved, she stared into Xavier’s deep brown eyes and grinned.

“I know I keep saying it, but you’re so damn pretty. And God, what you can do with that mouth.”

She started when she felt a cool cloth between her legs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Josh rumbled. He cleaned her gently, then tossed the rag aside and lay next to his brother. “Give her to me for a minute.” Xavier handed her over, placing her on Josh’s chest. “Be right back.” He left them by the fire, the night pressing upon them.

“Josh, that was… I don’t know how to describe it.” Chloe didn’t have the words.

“I know.” But he didn’t sound so sure.

Before she could question him, he stroked her hair and her back. “Josh?”

“Sleep, honey. We’re here. It’s okay. Just sleep.” He turned her on her side and hugged her tight.

She closed her eyes, content for the first time in forever, snuggled between a warm body and the fire. Then she felt Xavier slide next to her, and she smiled.

Nothing could touch her sandwiched between Josh and Xavier. Her men, her lovers.

Her voices made flesh.

Chloe stretched but didn’t touch anything except cool, crisp sheets. Wondering where the heck she was, she glanced around and saw sunlight streaming through the window. Obviously morning, and she lay in the large bed in the bedroom. One of them must have carried her in. The thought made her warm all over.

Then she remembered what they’d shared, and she didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or exhilarated. She felt a little of both as she cleaned up in the shower and dressed in warm jeans, a fresh T-shirt, and her sweater from yesterday. She’d actually had sex with two men at once. Call her naive, but wow, she’d never in her life imagined it might be like that. Tremors of arousal whispered through her, and she could only be thankful neither Cannon had empathic abilities. Just a forecaster and a telepath.

Oh God.

That somehow made it all worse, because she realized the full impact of what she’d done. She’d had sex with her voice. The part of her she’d always considered special, what set her apart in a good way for once. But it was nothing more than an odd connection between herself and two very human, if not exactly normal, men. In a sense, it was a letdown, because her ability to stay one step ahead of danger, to bring down the bad guys, came not from her innate psychic senses but from Josh, apparently. He was the one having the visions. She was merely his conduit to voice them. A mouthpiece for his talent.

But the sex…

Her stupid body wouldn’t let her forget how they’d felt against her, how right the joining of all three of them had been. But the seedy part of her brain made it more like a gangbang. Something dirty and whorish. She’d let two virtual strangers come inside her. Not just stupid, but insane. Sure, she took birth control, but who knew if they practiced safe sex. Just because they said they did didn’t mean shit.

Men lied all the time to get in a woman’s pants. And they hadn’t even had to try very hard. She’d come on to Josh, after all.

Mortified, she stood there wondering what to do. Where to go. Because where
could
she go? A glance out the window showed the snow several inches thick on the ground while more came down from the sky. Beautiful, desolate, and cold.

“Chloe? You awake yet?”

With those words, Xavier broke the spell of her pity party and forced her to come to some decisions. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she’d learn as much as she could about Josh and Xavier. Maybe there would be some way to salvage her part at work. If Josh continued to see things she needed, and Xavier passed them to her, she could still help Jack and the guys solve cases and track down their client’s missing artifacts. She could still matter and be useful to the living instead of taking care of the dead’s petty needs.

“You okay, honey?”

The concern relieved her, because Xavier sounded like he cared. He probably wouldn’t turn out to be a complete asshole if he cared. Then again, he might want a few more rounds with her between the sheets before the snow let up. Why spoil the mood and ruin his chance at fun?

She sighed and joined Xavier in the living room. That nonstop fire blazed.

“Where do you guys get all the wood?” She saw a new stack by the side of the fireplace.

“There’s a covered box outside we stack all year long.” Xavier crossed the room to greet her. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt, and he’d never looked sexier. His hair was tousled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it. But the look in his eyes as he moved toward her took her aback.