Under Control (3 page)

“Now what?” Joey scuffed his knuckles over Gabriel’s five o’clock shadow, his body rising to thoughts of how he’d take advantage of the roughness later.

“Now she sleeps,” he said as if understanding that Joey was concerned about their unexpected guest. “When she wakes, we’ll feed her some of that awesome chili you made and make a decision about what comes next.”

“Will the police be showing up here?”

“Probably, but let me handle them.” He closed his eyes and it took him a long time to reopen them. His gaze burned into Joey’s. “Thank you for letting me have my way.”

“Don’t worry—I’ll have
my
way very soon.” He skimmed his hand down Gabriel’s pec muscle to the tight bud in the center. As sensitive as always, Gabriel vibrated with a groan.

Thank God nothing happened to him. This time.

Gabriel crept from the bathroom and moved down the hall, pausing at the guest bedroom door. Not a single sound came from within, so he continued to the master suite. The minute he entered and saw the dim lights, he didn’t need to look at the king-sized bed. He knew Joey was naked and ready, along with the usual accoutrements needed for a night of pleasure.

A cock ring, lube, and handcuffs. Gabriel could do without the last item, but Joey liked when Gabriel took control. It was a rare occasion when he
wasn’t
in control. Unfortunately, today had been one of them.

He shot his lover a smile he didn’t exactly feel at the moment, but one look at Joey’s hard cock bobbing on his six-pack abs had him moving swiftly toward that frame of mind.

Joey gave him that look—the one that had snared him months ago. East Street Firehouse had been doing a fundraiser to pool money for station improvements, and Gabriel had put a date with him on the auction block.

Sure, he’d expected a female to fork over some cash for dinner and a movie with him but when he’d set eyes on the high bidder, a spark had lit between them and never died.

Stalking toward the bed slowly, Gabriel let his gaze rake over his lover’s form. Slightly shorter than himself but just as broad in the shoulders. Their cocks were well-matched along with their minds. That first week they’d spent countless hours discovering all the things they had in common.

One happened to be pinning a man to the bed and making him forget his own name. Luckily, they were both good at taking turns.

Joey’s grin spread as he curled his fingers around his own cock. The tip beaded with pre-come and Gabriel was locked and loaded in a millisecond. He was already shirtless, and it only took seconds to shed his jeans and boxers. Barefoot, he climbed into bed and hooked Joey into his arms.

Their mouths connected with a desperation that shocked Gabriel. Moaning, he cupped Joey’s nape and slanted his tongue over his. Need escalated in a heartbeat. The rough score of Joey’s five o’clock shadow wiped Jayla from his mind.

Joey gripped Gabriel’s hips and rocked their erections together.

“Fuck, babe,” Gabriel grated, pulling back to look into Joey’s burning green eyes. The spark there unsettled him—it reminded him of what might have happened today.

Panting, Joey rested his forehead against Gabriel’s. “Things coulda gone bad today.”

“But they didn’t.” His tone was too forceful, and Joey winced. When he rolled off Gabriel and slung his arm over his eyes, Gabriel pushed onto an elbow to stare down into his face. “I hate that I worried you.”

Joey’s chest shook—with laughter. “Heroes don’t worry about their loved ones while they’re saving other people. Stop lying and get your cock out.”

Gabriel snorted and dived for his lover. Joey looped his arms around him and tried to guide him where he wanted him most. But Gabriel wouldn’t be rushed. He kissed a path down Joey’s neck to the simple lightning bolt tattoo cresting his pec. The silvery gray tone drew his lips like nothing else.

With his fingers deep in Gabriel’s too-long hair, Joey made a sound of surrender.
Mmm
.
That’s what I want to hear.

He nipped the muscle with his teeth and continued exploring. His cock throbbed in time to his heart as he traced the ridges of Joey’s abs. When he slicked his tongue over the tip of his cock, Joey arched. Gabriel angled his head and took him to the root.

Knowing his lover demanded strong pulls of his mouth, Gabriel deliberately sucked slowly. Mouthing him tenderly, gliding his tongue up the side of his shaft and circling the tip.

“Fuck, yeah. More.”

Gabriel let him slide free of his mouth and stared up the length of his body at Joey’s handsome face. His jaw was angular, his nose slightly bumped at the bridge where he’d taken a fist during a bar fight in his younger, stupider days. And he wore that look of total satisfaction that fueled Gabriel to give his all.

He mouthed his balls. Joey bucked upward. Pushing his legs up and back, he parted him for his tongue in a much more intimate place. Joey’s eyes popped open, and their gazes met as Gabriel ran his tongue over the ridged pucker he wanted to stretch so badly.

“Don’t tease me. I need you deep. Now.”

Growling, Gabriel shot up his body and reached for a condom and lube. A few squirts in his palm had his dick oiled and the rest he used on his lover’s body to ready him.

Not that he needed it. Joey liked it hard and rough. Usually Gabriel came home from his shift needing strong release too, but not tonight. Not with the events of the day hanging over them—and sleeping in the next room.

As he burrowed into his partner’s body, their gazes locked.

“Thank God nothing happened to you,” Joey rasped, and Gabriel began to move.

∙•∙

Jayla pushed onto her elbows and strained to hear the faint sounds coming through the wall. Her mind had barely registered the relationship between Gabriel and Joey, but now that she was more alert, it was crystal clear.

And hot as hell.

A primal grunt sounded, and goose bumps skittered over her flesh. Her nipples puckered. Holding her breath, she tried to picture what was going on through the thin plaster dividing them. No, she shouldn’t. She flopped onto her side and pulled the pillow over her head.

That lasted all of a minute. Another guttural groan from one of the big, hunky men drew a small whimper from her throat. Need ignited in her core, and she found her hips rising and falling to the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Damn, this was terrible of her. She was a guest here, and eavesdropping was the worst possible thank-you for their protection and care. But they were both beautiful men, and the distraction from Blaine’s actions was welcome.

Pressing her thighs together tight, she fought her rising arousal. But it was no use. She slipped her fingers over the tank top she’d fallen asleep in after rousing for the second time. Had her nipples ever been puckered so tight? She couldn’t remember a time.

A thump sounded, followed by a louder moan from the other side of the wall. What she wouldn’t give to slip into their room and just watch. Big male bodies taking from each other in a way most men wouldn’t be comfortable with. The fact that her hosts were only elevated her arousal.

The rhythm of their thumps changed, grew more frantic.

She smoothed her hand between her breasts and over her belly. Her pussy pulsated as she eased her hand into her panties. Using her index finger, she parted her folds. Her stifled gasp burned on her lips as electric heat shot through her body.

What was she doing? This was so out of character for her. She was no sex hound, but maybe some switch had been flipped when that bomb had detonated. Life was too short not to grab onto any happiness with both hands.

That’s what she was doing. She plunged her other hand into her panties and thrust her finger deep into her pussy. Grinding her hips, she bumped her stiff clit against her palm again and again.

The noises in the other room seemed to mute, and she paused to concentrate. Were they kissing? Sucking each other? Oh God, this was unbearable.

A smacking sound reverberated through the wall—and rippled through Jayla’s body. She pushed her heels into the bed and elevated her ass while working her fingers in her pussy. But a few more smacks and she couldn’t stand it another minute.

She shoved off her panties and whipped off her tank top. Then kneeling with her thighs parted, she braced her hand on the headboard to steady herself. With extreme slowness, she sank down on two fingers, imagining hard bodies entwined and carved muscles flexing.

A moan escaped her, and she clamped it off, but not before her body tightened and she shot upward toward her first release.

∙•∙

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Gabriel whispered in Joey’s ear. “She’s…” His words cut off as they both listened hard for the sounds projecting through the wall. A quiet moan, followed by the rattle of the metal headboard against the plaster.

“I knew this builder used cheap materials,” Joey ground out. He was hard to the point of pain, but the minute Jayla started pleasuring herself, he and Gabriel had stopped trying to satisfy each other.

“Shh.” Gabriel’s face was intent as he listened, head inclined. Joey pressed a gentle kiss to his lover’s jaw, and a shudder ran through Gabriel. The tenderness and desperation between them had fled, and left in its place was a throbbing desire to fuck hard and own each other.

A feminine moan made Joey’s eyes roll back in his head. “Who the hell is this woman?”

“Apparently a sexual one.” Gabriel rubbed his fingers under his nose, the muscle in his jaw fluttering. His cock was rock-hard against Joey’s.

The headboard hit the wall with three soft thumps. The springs squeaked.

“Fucking hell.” Gabriel pulled out of Joey’s body, reached between them, and wrapped his big fist around both of their cocks. Pre-come oozed from the tips. Surging upward, Joey captured his partner’s lips.

The kiss they shared was too violent for a woman. It was hard—primitive. Gabriel’s beard scraped Joey’s skin and he scrabbled at his back, drawing him down for his own bruising kiss. He nipped Gabriel’s lower lip just as a muffled cry sounded through the wall.

She was killing him. He pictured Jayla’s thick hair spread on the pillows and her full lips swollen from sucking his cock and then Gabriel’s. They’d never shared a woman between them before, but they’d watched plenty of porn and discussed it several times. It wasn’t something they needed, but if the right person came along…

Like a beautiful woman under their roof who was apparently as turned on by the sounds of their sexual escapade as they were hers.

Another strangled cry from Jayla, and Gabriel fisted their cocks roughly. Joey’s senses went into overdrive. He stared at Gabriel’s rugged face contorting in bliss while fantasizing about a curvy temptress with her thighs spread and her fingers buried in her pussy.

His breathing came rougher. “Fuck, I’m there. Come with me, Gabe.”

A cry from the other room, and then Gabriel was spurting all over Joey’s own jetting cock. Heat boiled up in his groin and he jerked against his lover. Gabriel’s guttural grunt was lost in the soft whimpers coming from the other room.

“Jesus,” Joey moaned, turning his lips against his lover’s salty throat and letting his eyes slip shut. Long minutes passed where he heard only his own pulse drumming in his ears.

He hadn’t had an orgasm like that in ages. And if the sticky wetness on his body was any indication, Gabriel felt the same.

His lover panted hard, and the vein in his throat seemed to throb wildly. “That wasn’t nearly enough, dammit. I’m taking you again as soon as I recover.”

Just then Jayla’s bedsprings started a slow, soft creaking.

Gabriel moved restlessly, his cock hardening all over again.

“How long is she going to be here?” Joey’s voice sounded with all the desperation he felt.

“Until I know she’s safe. But I don’t know how we’ll survive if this continues,” he said in a hushed tone.

“I do. We fuck.” Joey hooked his arm around Gabriel’s neck and brought him down for a crushing kiss that soon had them both ready for round two.

»»•««

Gabriel turned down the flame under the frying pan to keep the butter from splattering. Joey’s body heat enveloped his back, and his warm lips landed on Gabriel’s neck. “I have no idea how you fry eggs without a shirt on.”

“Fireman, remember? We can take extreme measures of heat.”

“Even third degree butter burns don’t get my babe down.” Joey moved to the refrigerator and got out the cream for coffee. While he fixed himself a single-brew mug, he leaned against the counter and watched Gabriel.

He shot Joey a glance. Damn, why did things feel so odd today? They’d gotten worked up countless times after talking about a third party in their bed, but having Jayla’s soft, sexy-as-fuck moans coming through the wall almost made him feel as though he’d been unfaithful. It was impossible not to think about spreading her round thighs and diving between them. Sucking and licking her until she screamed for all the neighbors on the block to hear.

“Is our guest awake yet?” Joey asked, bringing his fresh coffee to his lips.

Gabriel flipped his five egg-white omelet and shook his head. “After last night, she should be sleeping till noon.”

A quiet step made them both turn. Gabriel’s heart did an odd flip-flop. Jayla stood with her toes turned slightly inward, dressed in yesterday’s clothes. The hollows beneath each blazing blue eye weren’t as pronounced as they had been yesterday, but Gabriel didn’t like seeing them there at all.

“There’s our guest of honor,” Joey said, setting his mug on the counter.

A deep flush coated her high cheekbones. Gabriel turned back to his eggs and folded the omelet in half before transferring it to a plate. “You must be hungry.”

Joey snorted. Gabriel could only imagine the thoughts running through his lover’s mind. He was witty in all situations, but after listening to Jayla spend herself three times, Gabriel was pretty sure Joey had some pent-up comments to make.

“Can I make you some eggs?” Gabriel asked.

“Um, sure.” He could nearly hear the blush in her voice. God, this was getting worse and worse. She was standing two steps away, looking beautiful, and disheveled, and unsure as hell. And last night he and Joey had both blown their loads to the sounds of her pleasuring herself.