Teamwork (12 page)

Raven stroked his thumb over my lips. “Shh, let him in. He’ll do it real good. I promise you.”

Todd groaned behind me and gained more entry. My ass was so hot, on fire. I sucked in a deep breath, willed my sphincter to ease.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” Todd said, popping the head of his cock inside me. “Good girl.” His voice was tight and echoed with pleasure.

Moans fell from my lips. I was being stretched so wide, the sensation made me want to lose my mind. These men would surely make me go crazy with bliss.

“Are you in all the way?” Raven asked, letting go of my chin and quickly rolling on the condom.

“Yeah, nearly, just—” Suddenly Todd rode to the hilt, filling me with his iron-hard cock.

I swear I forgot how to breathe for a few long, blinding seconds. I fisted the fabric on the sofa and arched my back, let the heated pain combine with the ecstasy of being so full of Todd.

“That’s it, fuck, it’s amazing in here,” Todd gasped, his breath a searing breeze on my sweat-laced back.

Raven gripped my upper arms and moved himself farther down the sofa, keeping me still as his face came level with mine.

“You like him in there?” he asked, pushing my hair from my face.

“Yes, yes, it’s intense, it’s so much.”

Todd was easing in and out in lazy, indulgent movements. Ragged moans spilled from his throat each time he hit maximum depth.

“Yeah, oh, you’re so wet,” Raven said, sliding his fingers through the sopping folds of my pussy. “Wet and ready for me.”

Oh god, really?

“You do want us both at the same time, don’t you?” Raven asked, expertly circling my clit with his thumb.

Wicked bolts of realization raced through me. “Yes,” I panted. “In a second, just let me get used to Todd being in… Being in there for another minute or two.”

“Sure, because I’m certain you’re not sapping his stamina with all those hot little hip wriggles you’re doing,” Raven rumbled sarcastically.

For a few delicious moments, the only sounds were the suck of slick flesh on flesh, heavy breathing and the gentle clicks of my moisture as Raven worked my pussy. I was getting used to Todd in my ass now. It was wonderful. Long-forgotten nerves were firing up.

“Ah yeah, touch my balls,” Todd groaned. “Please.”

I tried to move but couldn’t reach ’round that far.

“Rave, fuck, like you did that time before. Touch my balls,” Todd groaned.

Through the mist of my desire and through the headiness of being fucked up the ass, I realized who Todd had asked to touch him.

Not me.

Raven.

I glanced downward and could make out Raven’s hand busy between my legs. But he was no longer touching me. The fingers probing my entrance and circling my clit had gone.

“Fiona,” Raven said, tipping my face back to his with his other hand and staring into my eyes.

Shock waves of a whole new kind of desire vibrated through me. These guys weren’t scared of each other’s potent sexuality. They weren’t afraid of touching each other. And before, they’d done it before.

I gazed long and hard into Raven’s hazy eyes. If I’d thought I was as turned-on as I could possibly get, I’d been wrong. Because the thought of Todd and Raven bringing each other pleasure doubled, tripled my lust. It was so hot, so sexy to think of them touching, and with me in the middle, the catalyst.

I dipped my face down and ate hungrily at Raven’s mouth. He returned the kiss with enthusiasm, his tongue thick and heavy as it stroked mine.

Todd groaned long and loud above me. A completely unrestrained, appreciative sound that I knew I’d never forget. “Ah fuck, yeah, so fucking good.”

I could make out Raven’s wrist and his knuckles moving between my thighs, against my pussy. He was cupping and rolling Todd’s sac, his fingers playing slow and easy as he kissed me. He was sharing himself with us both so beautifully.

My orgasm hovered, just the mental image of what was going on between my legs was going to make me come. I broke the kiss. “Oh, please. I want you in me when I come, Raven, I-I’m going to, soon.”

“Whatever you say, Pumpkin. Just drop down so you can ride me without dislodging Todd.”

I did as he asked, our chests colliding as my arms finally gave way.

Quickly he positioned his cock at my entrance, jerked his hips upward and penetrated the first inch of my pussy.

A deep groan rasped through my throat. The unchartered waters of being double-penetrated were as exhilarating as they were terrifying. I already felt so full, so stretched. Would I be able to take Raven’s big cock too?

As though sensing my apprehension, Todd slowed right down and Raven kissed me gently as he held my shoulders. Their steady assurance gave me confidence and I allowed myself to ride the heady wave of bliss, drawing up courage from the feel of Raven’s hard chest against mine and Todd’s sweeping caresses down my back.

Raven suddenly rocked upward, filling me more. Todd withdrew, practically out. I gasped and wailed at the same time, wanting more, less. Everything they had to give.

“You all right?” Raven asked into my mouth.

“Yes, yes, oh please. Both of you. In me.” I was shaking, shuddering with want.

Todd worked the thick, flared crest of his cock into me again. Full depth, his balls snuggling up against my pussy and, I suspected, around Raven’s shaft.

“Ah fuck, that’s heaven,” Todd groaned. “Get yourself right in, Rave.”

Beneath me Raven tensed, harnessing his energy.

Excitement spiked through my system and I stared down at him. Barely able to focus, struggling to catch my breath.

Raven gritted his teeth, pulled back his lips and drove in. Easing his cock through the taut fist of my pussy until he was buried to the hilt.

I shut my eyes and was greeted with blinding flashes of light. A wild cry was screaming in my chest, but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. The erotic sensation of two huge cocks in me, lying side by side with only a thin bit of flesh separating them was wicked and carnal, blissful and off-the-scale sexy.

“Ah fuck, that’s it,” Todd said, gripping my hips all the tighter. “Yeah, I can feel your cock, Raven, so fucking hard next to mine. Fucking fantastic.” He pulled out a few inches and smoothed back in. “It’s amazing. Keep going, just like that.”

Raven managed a throttled-sounding, “Damn it, man, shut up.” His lips found mine and he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

Unable to kiss him back, lost to the ride my pelvis was being taken on, I allowed him to play with my tongue, stroke my teeth.

They were moving within me now, slow, pumping thrusts, both almost out, then to full depth. My throat felt clogged with emotion, my ass and pussy scorched and swollen. Their cocks, so damn hard to begin with, were now unyielding concrete.

Timing was perfect, the pace and rhythm almost as though they’d trained and practiced for this. Some primitive part of my mind seemed to recall that they had. They were teammates after all, skilled at working in perfect harmony on the ice. It seemed they were just as talented when working together off it.

“Ah Jesus, I’m not going to last much longer, feeling you both like this,” Todd said, each word tumbling out rapidly. “It’s amazing.”

“Come for us,” Raven said. “Come, beautiful girl, come like this with us worshipping you together.”

“I-I…” It seemed speaking was no longer a skill I possessed. “Oh…” I was close to orgasm, so close. My clit was being ground against Raven, my G-spot massaged and squeezed in a way it never had been before, and my ass. My ass was a cacophony of sinful pleasures that was about to erupt in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, that…is…it… Too late.” Todd shouted out his release and as the first thumping pulse of his cock forced his semen into the condom, my orgasm claimed me. It ripped through my body, shoving me back onto him.

“Yes,” Raven hissed, his fingers pincers around my upper arms. “Yes, ah, fucking so tight.” He flexed into me, against me in a frantic series of desperate thrusts.

I allowed myself to spiral into oblivion. I couldn’t fight against my body. Of its own volition it was exploding around the two cocks fucking me. The pleasure was searing hot, an inferno of delight.

Both men’s groans and cries boomed in my head. Ecstatic exclamations that mirrored my emotions. I churned my hips, taking everything I could as Raven released his peak of pleasure inside me. Every clench and spasm of my pussy and ass was a roller coaster of bliss.

Finally I remembered to breathe. Fighting to pull in oxygen, I clung to Raven. He was slick with sweat, his skin damp and hot. We stayed locked as he gave one final jerk.

“Oh fuck, that was so intense,” Todd gasped behind me. “Fucking awesome.”

Neither myself nor Raven answered. We just stared at each other, lost in each other’s sated gazes. He pushed my hair from my face and touched his lips to the tip of my nose. “You okay, Pumpkin?”

I swallowed and nodded. Reality began to seep into my mind once more. A sense of time, place and person returned.

Todd slipped from my ass with a small popping sensation. His body heat left mine and he stood from the sofa.

I remained pressed into Raven, his cock barely softening within me. He kissed my cheek, my ear, pulled me down closer and wrapped me in his arms.

With my head tucked beneath his chin, I willed my heart to steady from its chaotic beating. Tried to control my rampant breaths.

“You two are so damn hot you wouldn’t believe,” Todd said breathlessly.

Opening my eyes, I saw him tugging off the condom. He was gloriously beautiful in his nakedness, and with a glimmer of sweat over his finely angled muscles he was even more breathtaking.

“
Fiona’s
hot,” Raven said, shifting and forcing my legs straighter so they were lying parallel with his.

My entire weight collapsed on him. He didn’t seem to notice. Instead he just held me all the tighter.

Todd was dressing. Pulling on his briefs and his pants. “You guys want a drink?” he asked.

“Mmm,” I managed. “Water would be good.”

He leaned over and lifted a curl from my cheek, touched his lips to my skin. “Coming right up.”

The second he left the room, Raven spoke onto the top of my head. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“Yes, it was awesome.”

He shifted.

“Please, don’t get up,” I said. “Stay holding me.” It felt so right being in his arms like this, sharing the postcoital glow. Todd had moved away, and a sudden knowledge that I couldn’t bear for Raven to do the same hit me in the chest like a physical punch.

“Hey, you okay?” he whispered, sliding his hand up my cooling back.

“Yes, I guess it was just so much. A lot to experience.”

“We didn’t take it too far, did we?”

“No and yes. It was pretty intense, but my god, thank you so much.” I raised my head and looked down into his eyes.

He curled his lips into a sexy half-smile.

“Keep holding me like this,” I whispered, feeling as though I might actually break if his strength and solidity disappeared.

“Don’t you worry. I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to.”

Chapter Ten

Todd had to go. He had an evening meeting with his agent.

On the doorstep, he kissed me goodbye. A sweet, gentle kiss as he cupped my cheek. It reminded me of the first time he’d kissed me. As though he wasn’t fully into the moment, as if something else on his mind. “I’ll call you later,” he said.

I smiled and nodded. “Only if you have time.”

The lawn sprinklers came to life and I jumped at the sudden whizzing.

He laughed at my surprise then shook Raven’s keys. “Tell him I’ll return the Porsche tomorrow some time.”

“Okay, but I won’t be here.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

“I’m going to Miami. It’s the reflexology conference this weekend.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” He turned and headed over the gravel, his shoes crunching noisily. “Have fun, I’ll catch you soon.”

“Yes, okay.”

I spun and came face to chest with Raven.

“You hungry?” he asked, scooping me close and causing me to catch my breath.

I flattened my palms on his naked chest. “Mmm, I reckon I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Yeah, I’m starved. Let’s get takeout, eat it sitting on the sofa and find an old Jim Carey movie to watch.”

“That sounds perfect.” I paused, tilted my head. “How did you know I have an unhealthy obsession with Jim Carey movies?”

He grinned—a lovely big, warm smile that lit his eyes. “I didn’t.”

* * * * *

A driver appeared in a smart white Mercedes early the next morning. And after sharing a long kiss goodbye with Raven, I climbed in the backseat and closed my eyes.

I could still feel his arms around me, his chest against mine and his lips tracing every single dip and curve of my body. The conference was going to be great, something I hadn’t thought I’d be able to experience. But the excitement of it had dulled—there was somewhere else I wanted to be. Someone else I wanted to be with.

It was a long drive and I made the most of the opportunity and called home, chatting with my parents then a couple of friends. I didn’t mention my new physical relationship with my patient. I knew they’d be shocked. Neither did I mention my sexy dates with another NHL player. I couldn’t cope with the squeals or the questions.

When I clicked my cell shut, a tug in my heart reminded me that I missed Wales, but not nearly as much as I had on other occasions when I’d traveled. There was something about being in Orlando, staying in Raven’s home, that felt comfortable, it felt right. But I knew it wasn’t a permanent thing. It was work—work with benefits, extremely sexy and satisfying benefits, but still work.

Back in Cardiff there was an apartment gathering dust and an agency wondering when I’d next be available, not to mention the US home office would inevitably start demanding paperwork. I had to face facts. Sooner or later I’d return to my regular existence, working with noncelebrity patients and Sunday dinner with my parents the highlight of my week. Soon that would be my life again, a life I’d been perfectly content with for the last few years.

I sighed and hoped my time in Florida wouldn’t go too quickly because for some reason, contentment wasn’t as appealing as it used to be. Heart-stoppingly intense orgasms and drop-dead gorgeous hockey players had opened my eyes to a whole new package of incredibly appealing delight. Mmm, I was having fun of the deliciously dirty variety.

* * * * *

Finally I arrived at The Metropolitan Hotel in Miami—a gloriously decadent art deco building set right against the beach. The sun was shining, people were milling around in beachwear and lavish cocktails were being sipped. I wondered why every conference couldn’t be held somewhere so wonderful. The last one I’d attended had been in Birmingham on a blustery day.

The first lectures were due to start early afternoon, kicking off with a welcome from Professor Nordstrom, the reflexology guru whom I was very much looking forward to meeting. Then there was to be an evening meal where attendees could mingle with the speakers and each other, swapping experiences, ideas and thoughts. Plans for the next day were workshops and lectures beginning straight after breakfast. My driver was picking me up at six o’clock and returning me to Orlando.

The thought of a night not being wrapped in fine hockey player muscles wasn’t particularly appealing. But I hoped I’d be too tired after my early start and a day of getting my brain into gear to notice.

“Welcome to Miami,” Professor Nordstrom said, smiling as he looked around the conference room that afternoon. “And thank you all so much for attending my annual reflexology seminar. It is such a joy to see so many of you.”

I switched off my mobile phone, slipped it into my purse and studied him. He was tall and slim, several years older than me, possibly just into his forties, and had short, dark hair. His face was long, his mouth wide and he had small glasses perched on his nose. The suit he wore was a pale shiny gray, his tie lilac and his Adam’s apple protruded over his collar.

I wouldn’t have been able to place his accent if I hadn’t read about his background. He was Latvian born, which was where he’d grown up and qualified in medicine. He then turned his back on hospital work after taking a research position in Malaysia and became more and more involved in traditional therapies like acupuncture, reflexology and Chinese herbs. Eventually he’d set up a holistic practice in Palm Springs—the Zen Retreat—that had become incredibly successful and a mecca for A-list stars. This in turn had boosted him to somewhat of a celebrity in the alternative therapy world.

With my pen poised to take notes, I listened to him chat about all we’d be learning. It was very interesting and I was sure I would glean lots of information to help with my own reflexology techniques. But there was one subject I particularly wanted to pick his brains about, and it didn’t appear to be on the agenda. I hoped I’d be able to get a quiet half hour with him at some point to go through my thoughts on spinal injuries and reflexology.

By the time I was getting ready for dinner, my stomach was rumbling. I dashed through the shower and pulled on the trusty green dress I’d packed in the UK but hadn’t expected to wear even once on my trip. This was its third outing. I’d thought about bringing my gorgeous new blue one, but it didn’t seem right to wear it without Raven. He had, after all, chosen and bought it. He deserved to see me in it the first time it came out of the closet. Though how long it would stay on was anyone’s guess.

After piling my hair up and teasing out a few coppery ringlets to hang around my neck, I slipped in long gold earrings and applied makeup. The look was summer evening dressy, and stilettoes perfected the outfit.

Standing in the elevator, I had a sudden pang of loneliness. I couldn’t shake it. The feeling was like a hole opening up in my stomach. Raven and I had been so close, spent so much time together lately, and not having him at my side to touch and talk to was strange. I suddenly wished I were wearing the blue dress, because that way he would be with me.

The door pinged open and I stepped out, my heels clacking on the hard tiles as I moved into the crowd. When had Raven claimed such a big chunk of my thoughts? And why didn’t I miss Todd the same way?

It was Todd who’d captured my attention to begin with. The temptation of dates and getting my hands on his naked body had had me trembling with anticipation. Raven, in comparison, had made me want to scream, slap him, get as far away from him as possible. His grunts and moods had been a nightmare, his surly face an irritation.

But not anymore. Now I just wanted him next to me. I was surrounded by people but still I felt alone.

Luckily the meal was superb. Fresh lobster with a dill sauce to start, then seared tuna steak and salad and finally a rich chocolate torte. My dining companions were chatty and fun, from various backgrounds and all with the same interest in reflexology as me.

I enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine and then a coffee. As the meal finished people began to circulate, heading to other tables and into the bar area to chat. I was just about to get a glass of mineral water when Professor Nordstrom sat down at my table.

“Good evening,” he said with a smile my way, holding out his hand. “I’m trying to get ’round to everyone and welcome them. I think you must be the last.” Behind his glasses, his dark eyes surveyed me.

Placing my hand in his, I twisted on my seat. “Hello, Professor, and thank you so much for this learning opportunity.”

“Ah, a UK accent. But not English.” He held up his palm to stop me speaking. “Or Scottish.” He twisted his mouth and narrowed his eyes. “Welsh, am I right?”

“Yes, well done. In the States not many people place it.”

“It’s very beautiful, melodic and light. And may I say, you are also very beautiful.”

A tingle of heat ran over my chest and I reached for my glass, only to find it empty.

“Would you like another?” he asked smoothly.

“Um, yes, please, that would be wonderful.”

He stood and gestured to the bar area. “Come, let’s get a drink and sit for a while. I would love to hear your thoughts on the topics covered so far.”

“Great, and I would really like to ask you about spinal injuries. I was working on a patient recently and he experienced the crossover effect.”

He nodded seriously. “Mmm, that has been noted before. We need to find somewhere quiet to discuss it.”

The professor directed me to a small round table in a dark corner of the bar. Once we’d settled into the two bucket seats, he ordered a bottle of wine for us to share.

I really didn’t need more alcohol. I wanted to have my thoughts straight if I was lucky enough to have his undivided attention. “Can I have a glass of mineral water please?” I asked the waiter.

He nodded and slipped into the hub of people.

“So first of all tell me your name,” the professor said.

“Fiona Wrigley, and it really is a pleasure to meet you, Professor.”

“Please, please, call me Lud. I would much prefer it.” He smiled, took off his glasses, folded the arms and poked them into his breast pocket.

I dipped my head. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lud.”

“And what is it you do? I’m intrigued already after your comment about spinal injuries.”

“I am a physiotherapist first and foremost. But the last five years I’ve been combining alternative therapies with my work and seeing great results.”

“Mmm, how interesting. There are not many corners of western medicine that can balance the two.”

I leaned forward, pleased that I’d captured his attention and trying to ignore the fact that my cleavage had also captured his gaze. “Yes, it’s proving to be a wonderful way to treat holistically, and incredibly satisfying as a therapist.”

He smiled and licked his lips. “And have you traveled to the US especially for my conference or are you working out here?”

“I’m working here, but just for a few weeks. It’s very fortuitous that this event has coincided.”

The waiter poured our wine and set the bottle in an ice bucket. Lud shifted his chair a little nearer to mine to make room for the stand. His knee brushed my leg but he didn’t move it.

I took a sip of wine and, deciding it would be rude to shift away, said, “So the paraplegic patient I mentioned. I was working on his left foot, base of toes reflexes, when his other foot began to twitch.”

Lud nodded and his lips pursed as though in deep thought. His eyes strayed to my cleavage again.

“I’d read that this can happen,” I went on, “and wondered if it had any long-term nerve revival benefits.

“Well it is such a critical area, the base reflex, a hub of activity for many other parts of the body.”

He was looking at me now as though he was imagining activity in certain parts of
my
body.

I moved my leg and wished the waiter had remembered to bring my water. “So do you think there is some new kind of nerve programming going on?” I asked.

“Could be. Did the patient experience any other sensations?” He placed the tip of his index finger on my wrist and ran it up to my elbow. “For example, any tingling or burning on his skin?” He leaned in close.

My body tightened and I swallowed. His aftershave was strong and woodsy and reminded me of walking outdoors on a damp autumn day. “Not that he reported.”

“I see. How about the return of any erectile function?”

What the—?

“I don’t know,” I managed. “I don’t think so. He’s a T12, L1 complete sever.”

“So he’s completely paralyzed from the waist down.” Lud shook his head and sighed. “Poor chap. I can’t imagine not being able to make love to a beautiful woman ever again.”

“Um, no. I guess not.” My head was spinning. This was not the way this conversation was supposed to go, and he was still tracing shapes on my arm.

“I’ve heard that Viagra can help some of these patients. If he still wants to enjoy some aspects of sex, that is.”

“Yes, I think so. He’s married but that really isn’t my area of expertise.”

He leaned closer, his wine-coated breath washing over my cheek. “I think it’s safe to say
I
am an expert in sexual function and sexual satisfaction.”