“I’ve never wanted to. That’s one reason I stayed at Dominion much longer than I should have.” Callie stood on her tiptoes, inching closer, their stares all but welded together. “And I’ll never want to again. If something happens and we’re separated, please believe that I didn’t ever want to be apart from you.”
She brushed her lips over Thorpe’s. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He met her halfway and claimed her mouth with a possessive sweep of his tongue, drinking her in as if he’d been parched for her. As if she was the elixir that would keep him alive.
Callie soaked him in, drowned in the heady swamp of the need tugging her under. As she did, Sean caressed his way up her torso to pluck at the makeshift clamps again as his teeth nipped her neck. A shiver shuddered its way through her body. A dizzy fever overcame her. Yet nothing had ever felt so perfect. This was more than a fantasy coming true. She loved them both, and having them with her, wanting her, working together to give her pleasure . . . the rightness clicked into place. She belonged between them.
If only life or fate or God above would grant her this completeness for the rest of her life, she’d take every opportunity to make them feel this wonderful in return.
The thought was almost absurd. She had now, this moment. Tomorrow was a crap shoot at best, and the odds were stacked against them. She’d better seize this glorious sliver of time while she could.
Thorpe lifted his head, breathing hard, his chest sawing up and down. He ripped his stare from her, then glanced over her shoulder to Sean. “What’s next?”
Her breath caught. Hope suspended her from a tightrope. She didn’t dare say a word or even whimper for fear she would wake up from this lovely dream.
“You want Callie, as I do,” Sean pointed out.
“More than I want all my tomorrows,” Thorpe vowed, those gray eyes burning down into her.
She clutched his shoulders a bit harder and felt herself sway toward him. His fingers bit into her hips.
“Lovely?” Sean turned her back to face him.
Worry lay in his blue eyes. Uncertainty. That expression said he feared that no matter what he did, he would lose her.
He might not have always been honest with her, but she’d seen the man under the badge when he’d first come to Dominion. It had been evident in the gentle way he’d encouraged her to open up, in the patient way he’d coaxed her until he understood. She’d feared his questions and where they might lead, yes. But she’d feared losing her heart more. In the past few days, he’d risked so much to help her. Maybe she should be more wary, but over the years she’d developed a decent danger meter. Now that she wasn’t freaking out and had started using hers . . . she knew he might be the best man to ever happen to her.
Callie cupped his jaw. “I’m yours, too, Sean. Always.” At least in my heart.
Relief spread across his face, and he took her mouth in a slow, searing meeting of lips that made the last few minutes of hesitation evaporate. A well of yearning and desire flowed from her to both of them and back. Callie couldn’t fail to feel it. This was right. It was time.
“You are,” Sean confirmed, then grinned at Thorpe. “I kept in mind this possibility when I bought provisions.”
What the heck did that mean? Callie frowned, trying to puzzle out his cryptic statement as Sean reached onto the counter behind him and plucked up a plastic grocery bag, tossing it. Thorpe caught it, parted the plastic handles, and looked inside. Rising on tiptoe, she peeked, too.
Box after box of condoms lay inside.
Thorpe’s gaze bounced up to Sean. Then a massive grin broke out. “It looks like we’ll be really busy.”
Sean answered with a smile. “I certainly hope so.”
Blood rushed through Callie’s veins as she blinked into the bag. The sight was both thrilling and daunting. “I think that’s enough condoms to glove up a platoon for an entire year.”
“I doubt it, pet, but we’ll work like hell to keep up. Get ready.” Thorpe tossed the sack back at Sean, then scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Sean followed them, tearing into the first box and dumping a handful of the foil packets onto the bed beside her head as her back met the mattress. She looked up at the men. Thorpe’s stare penetrated her the way his cock would soon.
Beside her, Sean half covered her, his lips swooping down for another kiss. Callie met him, giving herself over as she felt the bed on her other side dip under Thorpe’s weight. Through his trousers, his erection pressed against her thigh, big and hard and hot. She moaned, grabbing at Sean’s hair with one hand and Thorpe’s shoulders with the other.
It should be awkward. She should be nervous. But no. They flowed together, seemingly of like minds and wants from the second they hit the sheets. No bumping, no conflict.
The arousal filling her now was both residual from the guys’ ardent fondling and the deprivation of her orgasm. But more, it stemmed from having their scents combining in her nose, her skin heated by the dual press of their own, the way they began to pass her lips back and forth with devouring kisses. Everything felt right.
Finally, Thorpe lifted his mouth from hers. He zeroed in on her breasts before sliding a sly stare to Sean, who grinned. Callie stilled. When had they developed this silent guy-speak that—
The moment they plucked the clothes pins from her nipples and bent at the same time to suck her flesh deep, she screamed. She arched. Blood filled the nubs as their lips surrounded them. Suction tugged, the sensation reaching down like a direct caress to her clit. Oh, hell.
Then they made that a reality, Sean surging a pair of fingers into her pussy and Thorpe wiggling his way over her clit. Gawd, she was going to combust.
“Guys . . . please,” she panted. “Please.”
“I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson properly, pet. Are you, Sean?” Thorpe growled, making her shudder with need.
“No.” He tongued his way around her nipple. “I’m not sure yet that you understand the full extent of your infractions, lovely. I owe you a red ass for drugging me and running away without talking to me. Or Thorpe, for that matter. I’m also not sure we’ve repaid you properly for taking your clothes off in front of a room full of dregs and losers.”
“I’m sorry. I swear. But—”
Thorpe captured her lips and devoured her mouth in an intoxicating kiss.
“Good thinking, Thorpe. Callie doesn’t need to be talking just now.” Sean pinched her nipple before he laved it again, then hitched his fingers high inside her pussy, finding the spot designed to send her reeling.
Callie’s head swam. Blood charged her system, converging between her legs. She twisted, silently begging.
“When I’m convinced you’re truly sorry, then we’ll see about your orgasm. Until then . . .” He nipped the side of her breast. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Thorpe slid his fingers over her clit one last time, then sent Sean a frown. But he played along. “That was a direct order, pet. Move.”
Her brain struggled to swim through the arousal drowning her body. Finally, the command penetrated her—because their cocks sure weren’t yet—and she rolled over between them, presenting her ass in the air.
“Ah, you look so damn pretty like this.” Sean’s voice had thickened, deepened, as he ran a hand under her body until he palmed her pussy again.
“You do, Callie,” Thorpe agreed. “You look ready to serve and please us. Would you like that?”
As much as her body cried out for orgasm, the opportunity to give them everything they wanted and yearned for made every submissive cell inside her clamor. She could find her own kind of reward in satisfying the men she loved. In fact, her whole body felt as if it glowed at the prospect.