Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (35 page)

As if reading his thoughts, Xander merged in behind London, sandwiching her between
them. Javier was relieved to see his brother tug the coat away from her neck and lay
fiery kisses across her skin, nipping hotly at her lobe. She tore her lips from his
and eased her head back on Xander’s shoulder. Javier ripped open her coat, and his
brother palmed her breasts. She arched into Xander’s demanding touch.

Jesus, the sight of London, eyes closed, lips parted in rising desire, with his brother’s
hands all over her, turned him inside out. Because Xander felt like an extension of
his own flesh and blood? Because, like their childhood, he and his brother were in
this together, now striving to please the girl they loved? Whatever the reason, it
was working for him. Now if they could just reach her, get her to understand that
showing them whatever she hid would be all right . . .

“We can’t . . .” she gasped. “Not here. Not anymore.”

“Fuck that,” Xander growled in her ear, then turned her to face him. “We can,
belleza
. Every day. Hell, every hour. That’s how bad we want you. Whatever you’re thinking
about not being pretty or good enough, it’s so fucking wrong.”

As Xander ground his lips over hers, sinking deep into her mouth, Javier stared at
the black trench coat that covered the back London wouldn’t reveal. But she hadn’t
said anything about the rest of her being off limits.

He needed her. They both did. Feeling her skin under their hands and her cries in
their ears might calm the terrified, raging beast inside him. Maybe. But more, London
needed their reassurance. They had to make her believe that they wanted her in every
way, no matter what.

With a gentle shove, he urged the other two across the room. It didn’t take long for
Xander to raise his head from the silken heaven of London’s lips and scowl.

“Sit in the chair, Xander,” Javier demanded.

Something—his tone, his expression, the erection about to burst out of his pants—must
have communicated to his brother because Xander led her across the room and complied.

London looked down at his brother, who reached for his zipper with a tempting, taunting
smile. He lowered the little metal tab, sliding it over almost-silent metal teeth.

She tensed, held her breath, then let it all out in a frustrated sigh. “Stop. It’s
not that I don’t want you. I do. God . . . I just can’t be what you need. I’m trying
to set you free so you can find her. Don’t make this harder on me.”

“You
are
her,” Xander shot back. “We’re going to help you see it.” His brother pulled back
the front flaps of his leather pants and stroked his straining erection, thumb sliding
over the ruddy tip.

Javier pressed his body against London, pushing his own hard cock into the small of
her back and nipping at her lobe with his teeth. “You’re going to feel how much we
need you, little one, just the way you are. Get on your knees.”

“But I . . .” She shook her head as if trying to collect her thoughts, and Javier
helped her along by sliding his fingers into her pussy, caressing her clit. Under
his fingers, the little nub turned hard almost instantly. She gasped.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Javier assured her. “We’re not done with you.”

“And we’re not scening anymore, so we won’t try to peek at your back. Will we?” Xander
asked pointedly.

As much as he ached to see it so the healing could begin, he knew his brother was
right. Now wasn’t the time, and revealing herself had to be her choice.

He shook his head, continuing to pet her cunt. “No. We’ll be patient. But we want
the rest of your body now. On. Your. Knees.”

London melted against him and her voice turned weak. “This is Thorpe’s office. He . . .”

“Isn’t stupid enough to come back for a while,” Xander assured. “Listen to your Doms,
and get on your knees.”

“Otherwise, there won’t be any orgasms in your future, and you want us to give you
those, right?” Javier wasn’t above using dirty pool to get them what they all needed.

She hesitated an instant before she braced herself on the arm of the chair and lowered
herself to the tile floor, one knee at a time. Javier caught glimpses of her thighs
and the bottom curve of her ass, and it fired his desire up all over again.

God, she was so beautifully submissive, and he needed her in his life. For the first
time in forever, he wasn’t dwelling on the past, but looking toward the future. And
caring about his life, prosperity, happiness. It was completely London’s doing. He
wasn’t letting her slip through his fingers.

“Suck his cock.” Javier stood over her, watching and waiting.

London glanced over her shoulder and met his gaze. Her eyes had gone dark and soft.
She liked being commanded. And she liked the specific command he’d given her.

She crawled into the space between Xander’s open legs and splayed her hands over his
thighs. His brother stroked his cock roughly now, and as she leaned in, he fed it
into her mouth, one slow inch after another.

Her mouth dipped down the hard length. Xander snapped his head back with a groan.
He’d had hundreds—maybe thousands—of blow jobs in his life, Javier was sure. But London’s
mouth on Xander was special because he cared about her. Javier knew that as well as
he knew his own name.

Watching them together revved him up to a throaty growl. Funny, but when Xander had
first dragged him to Lafayette, he’d been beyond furious. But the move had brought
London into their lives. They needed her light and warmth. She’d not only saved him,
but his relationship with Xander. Now, the connection they shared ended decades of
cold solitude in his heart. Because of London, they were mending their bond again—and
adding to it. If she’d let it, their future could be even happier than their distant
past.

Xander’s fingers tunneled through her long, golden tresses, rescuing them from the
floor as he gathered them up in his grip and watched her worship his cock. In that
moment, she served his brother with her heart, and he accepted her gift with reverence.
They weren’t two people merely engaged in a sex act, but lovers communicating their
feelings for one another without a word. The sight moved him.

“That’s it,
belleza
. That’s perfect. Your slow strokes are killing me, and that tongue . . . Yeah, baby,
lick my cock like— Oh, fuck, that’s hot. More. Yes,” Xander hissed out as she worked
slowly down his stiff cock again. “I need you.”

Xander’s electric groan pulsed down Javier’s spine. If he didn’t touch London and
seek his pleasure in her soon, he’d lose his sanity. But more, if he and Xander didn’t
claim her now, he’d fucking die.

Sinking to his knees behind London, he lifted the coat up the backs of her thighs,
over her ass—stopping when she froze.

“It’s okay,” he promised, folding the coat over so that it covered the top of her
ass and bunched thickly over her lower back. “I won’t go any higher than this. I promise.
Just let me inside you.”

Xander tugged on her hair, lifting her mouth from his erection and forcing her to
look right into his eyes. Javier wished he could see London’s face himself, but the
lovely ass he caressed more than held his attention.

“It’s what we all need,
belleza
. The contact. The closeness.” Xander cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. “Feel
how right this is.”

At his brother’s words, Javier sighed in relief. Xander understood perfectly.

London’s body jerked at Xander’s touch. She gasped. Javier took the opportunity to
plunge his fingers into her pussy. So wet . . . She needed their touch every bit as
much as they needed hers. If she’d just take that last wall down around her heart,
they could prove they loved her, flaws and all.

“Touch me,” London whimpered

She hadn’t even finished the words when Xander grabbed her head again and raised his
hips, filling her little mouth with his hungry cock. She mewled around him and arched
her back. The action thrust out her ass at Javier. Tension ripped through him. He
could almost feel his brother’s pleasure. Frantically, he shoved his hand in his pocket
and withdrew the item he’d placed there earlier, then set it by his knee. He hoped
to hell London accepted him with the same openness with which she took Xander now.

Tearing into his zipper, Javier lowered his pants, letting them puddle on the floor.
The hard tile wasn’t kind to his knees, and he didn’t give a shit. The only thing
that mattered was getting inside London and sharing this experience with Xander. Together,
they’d blow her little sheltered world wide open. But they’d always protect her with
everything they had.

He ran a hand across that lush ass of hers, then grabbed the tube on the floor. With
shaking fingers, he unscrewed the cap and dribbled lube down the crack of her cheeks,
then squirted a bit more on his fingers. He rubbed her untried entrance, slowly sinking
his fingers inside her until he had two in just as far as they could go. She tensed
and moaned around Xander’s cock.

“Shh,” Javier coaxed her gently, leaning over her body to whisper in her ear. “You’ve
taken the plugs well. I’ll go easy on you, little one, but don’t shut me out. Let
me show you this pleasure. Let me make you feel so good.”

Pulling her cheeks apart, he positioned his cock against her little rosette, fighting
the urge to slam inside her. His patience was running thin.

“Take her!” Xander growled.

Javier planted his palm in the curve of her back and nudged down gently. London arched
even more for him. God, that was one of the most beautiful sights, her open and accepting.
Her trusting him not to cause her pain.

“Push out,” he demanded, then began to ease inside her. “Good. Open yourself for me.”

Slowly, London did as he demanded, and he sawed inside her tight ass just a fraction.
Back and forth, he pushed at the tight ring of muscle a few times before he finally
popped past it and he slid down, down, into the tightest silken depths of her body.
She gasped, then cried out in a high-pitched whine that was half pleasure, half pain.
He slowed, but she still closed around him like a hot velvet glove. A groan tore from
his chest at the mind-bending ecstasy. He’d never felt anyone so right. That Xander
could feel her with him only made the moment more perfect.

“You in?”

“Yeah,” Javier croaked.

Xander tore off his mental leash and started plowing into London’s mouth in long,
brutal strokes, holding her head exactly where he needed her. “That’s it,
belleza
. Open your throat. Take everything. Feel how much we want you. Holy fuck!”

London dug her fingers into Xander’s thighs, then shrieked when Javier pulled back
slowly before sliding home in a slow thrust that scraped every nerve in his body.
The explosion brewing at the base of his spine didn’t feel like mere fireworks. No,
he was going to blast inside her like a supernova, a violent cataclysm that would
be unlike anything he’d ever felt. Her hot, slick flesh against his bare dick—crap,
he’d forgotten a condom—was like finding heaven balanced on the knife’s edge. Dangerous,
painful . . . and the most wonderful sensation ever. But they were both disease free,
and it was too late now. No way could he let her go.

“Are you sucking his cock, little one?” he demanded.

She nodded frantically, bobbing up and down on Xander’s dick.

“Good girl. Feel me? Am I filling you up?”

Her moan was something between a squeal and a sigh. His cock tingled. So damn sensitive.
He gritted his teeth, grabbed a fistful of her coat, then tossed his head back with
a growl of pleasure. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked a woman’s ass.
College? It didn’t matter. Whoever she’d been, the incident had been erased from his
memory bank. Now there was only London and the pure, sharp bliss of her tight grip
dismantling his brain with sweet, destructive need.

“Am I hurting you?” he managed to growl out.

Frantically, she shook her head and threw her hips back at him, matching his rhythm.
What he’d thought couldn’t get any better just had. Javier gripped her waist and plowed
harder into her. He knew he’d come soon . . . just like he knew that wouldn’t sate
him from needing her again. Most likely, he would come somewhere inside her body again
in an hour. Then once more later tonight. But no matter how many times he had her,
he’d never sate this hunger. She was under his skin, in his blood, burrowed in his
heart. He didn’t want it any other way.

“Is he filling you full, baby?” Xander asked.

London could only answer with a mournful howl.

She was on the edge and wanted more. Perspiration filmed her body. Every muscle worked
in glorious harmony to increase the friction, to get him deeper. She was a thing of
beauty as she reached for the pinnacle, writhing between them, her hair falling all
around her. Why had he never known how fulfilled love could make him? Why had he ever
thought he could settle for less than the flood of devotion now in his heart?

He looked up to find Xander’s concentration on her lips absolute. His brother was
sweating—temples, shoulders, chest—whispering to London as he shuttled his cock past
her lips. Javier stared, feeling his energy flowing through London, then to Xander.
Then his brother raised his gaze. And yes . . . the energy surged back. They both
felt love for this woman, and being here with her together only multiplied it to something
so big, he almost couldn’t process it.

The swirl of emotion was a sublime fucking pleasure like nothing he’d ever felt. It
seared all the way down his spine, shooting down into his balls until they felt heavy
and tight. He tingled as the sensations built.

“Can’t last, Xander,” he panted out. “You need to claim her, too.”

His brother sent him a rough nod, then he caressed London’s cheek. “Can you come for
us,
belleza
?”

To help her along, Javier leaned over London, encircled her waist, and petted her
clit. She jolted, gasped—then she screamed as he caressed her little button. Under
his fingers, it swelled, turned harder than steel, and she pulsed around him, gripping,
milking, killing his restraint. Javier let loose with a long, loud cry, plundering
into her furiously with every ounce of her strength as Xander held back, easing into
her tight mouth with carefully controlled strokes. London took everything they gave
her, so open, so beautiful.