Embraced By Passion (11 page)

Ja’Rol slipped his fingers into her tousled curls. “In most cases, I’d be able to agree, but caffeine has an effect on me.”

“Oh?” she asked, eyeing him with open curiosity.

“It makes me horny. It’s an aphrodisiac for me. I can’t drink a lot of coffee, and on principle, I avoid sodas.”

“Really?”

“Completely. What about you? Any evil secrets?”

He loved it when she laughed, so lighthearted and feminine.

“Plenty, especially if you ask Mom.” Her eyes shot wide. “Oh crap! Mom! I promised I’d call her so we could go buy dresses for this weekend.”

“Go find her number,” Ja’Rol urged her, though sorry he had to let her go. Her warmth was the kind that sunk into a man, into the skin and warmed him from his bones outward.

Ja’Rol watched as she hopped out of the bed and scurried to her room. Sitting at the edge to get out of bed, he thought he could shower since Slone would be glued to the TV for at least another hour. Then he heard the separating door of the suites open.

Seconds later, she came bounding back into the bedroom to land with a squeal on the bed next to him. “I waved at Slone,” she said off-handedly. “He blew me a kiss.”

Ja’Rol laughed at her antics.

Tumbling on the bed, she reached for the phone and punched out numbers from the slip of paper in her fingers.

“Mom! I made it!” Her exuberance was sparkling. “You’re never going to believe it. Slone and Ja’Rol are here. They brought me. I’m your wedding gift! Wasn’t that awesome of them?” She grinned hugely at something her mother said. “I’ll let you do that then. I have to get cleaned up. When and where?”

Ja’Rol waited as she finished the call, repeating the instructions before hanging up. He noticed Slone had come to stand in the doorway, his arms and ankles crossed as he leaned on the jamb, taking in the spitfire in their room.

She covered her lips with a hand, her eyes sparkling like the sun itself with her mirth as her shoulders began to shake. A deep red colored her cheeks the longer she tried to hide her laughter.

It didn’t last. “Oh my God! I think I interrupted something!” She fell over backward, bursting into breathless gales of laughter.

“What did you interrupt?” Slone asked, a light smile following Brigit.

She started making sounds, music, gasping as she did. Ja’Rol and Slone both heard her with confusion, then it hit him. Ja’Rol shared it with his lover.
Porn music. She interrupted them in bed.

“Are you sure?” Slone asked, chuckling, but fighting not to.

“If it were anyone
other
than my mother,” she said, sucking in air to speak. “I’d ask for the details. It’s bad enough I heard things that a daughter shouldn’t.” Then she covered her face and gurgled more laughter. “Oh man!” she squeaked.

Wiping fingers beneath her eyes a few moments later to catch the tears that leaked free, she said, “At least I know she’s happy this time. Really happy.”

Ja’Rol gave Slone a come-hither look from where he sat, catching the other man’s attention. “We have a few hours before she wants to meet you at the mall. I was about to take a shower. Anyone want to scrub my back?” Twisting, he found the blonde on their bed. “Or my front?”

“Mm,” she murmured. “Sounds like fun. Can I use my tongue?”

Brigit had the temerity to lick her lips as though tasting something decadent on them after making the suggestion. Ja’Rol groaned. The woman was a witch, casting spells on him and she didn’t even know it.

“If you’re using your tongue, I want washed first,” Slone stated, straightening to walk to the side of the bed, a sparking, playful gleam in his eyes saying he wanted to be included in their plans.

“This could actually be real fun,” she said, watching them both. She sat up next to Ja’Rol on her knees. Tipping her chin, peering up, she found Slone gazing at her. Seeking Ja’Rol off her shoulder, she asked him to stand with Slone. “I want to see you both,” she explained with a throaty purr.

With Ja’Rol shoulder to shoulder with Slone, she stood and walked around them, much the same way Slone did to her the day before on the plane. Ja’Rol followed her every step with an unblinking attention. Excitement surged under his skin, anticipating, waiting. Neither tried to hide the burgeoning fullness filling the front of their pajamas.

“Help me understand this.”

“Anything,” Slone whispered, his heated gaze following her steps hungrily.

“If I am coming into this, you both feel that I am yours, equally.” She tipped, searching them. “Am I right?”

Ja’Rol breathed in her sweet scent, the allure of her skin creating havoc with his insides, making him search deep for his voice to answer her. “Yes.”

“Then that means, in all fairness, you two are mine. My lovers. No one else’s. I don’t believe in open relationships,” she informed them.

“Without a doubt,” Slone confirmed.

Ja’Rol watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she thought out her next words. Their shape was heavy, filling her nightshirt with a sexy, appealing curvature that made his mouth water.

“I’m willing to try to understand. I’m willing to try this. There’s no reason to deny I like you both, or that you’re both better than chocolate-coated sex.”

Slone cut her off with a hand to her cheek. “There won’t be any competition to please one over the other. Ja’Rol and I want you for
us
. No jealousy, no matter with who, all of us, or two.” He leaned over and sipped at the very corner of her lips. “You make us both so hot. It’s going to take time for all of us to find our stride.”

Then Ja’Rol and Slone sucked in groaned breaths, unprepared. The flats of her palms slid down the front of their pajamas, finding the pulsing flesh of their arousals.

“I guess I don’t have to mention that I’ve never done anything like this,” Brigit told them in a demure tone, standing in front of both.

“You’re doing it very well,” Slone said, his voice gruff, following her with hooded eyes.

With gentle pressure, she urged them both to take a few steps away from the bed. Ja’Rol would have done anything in that moment for her. The heat of her palm singed his shaft, and she hadn’t even touched him flesh to flesh yet.

Sinking to her knees, she tugged their clothing free, both aiding her to let it gather around their feet. Almost in unison, they kicked their pajamas clear, leaving both of them naked, and stiff before her.

Ja’Rol had to lock his knees, her expression sultry as she took in what they had to offer. Then she wrapped a feminine hand around each shaft, and neither could hide the trembles she created.

“Someone said they wanted bathed by my tongue,” she purred, eyeing them through her lashes, like an enchantress.

Without waiting for an answer, she brought herself up from resting on her calves, and deftly swiped her tongue over Slone’s cock, then Ja’Rol’s. His heart thudded into his ribs, fighting to escape as sensation tore through him with the light contact. Lava shot through his veins as he watched her taking the head of his cock between her lips, sucking it with little pops of suction. Her hand stroked up and down Slone’s shaft with an even pace, then she switched, giving him the same sweet heaven she’d just given to Ja’Rol.

Slone’s hand shot out and grabbed onto Ja’Rol’s hip, his frame shuddering when Brigit’s mouth closed over his engorged head. “The sweetest mouth,” he rasped. Slone’s head sagged on his neck, his mouth falling open as sensation poured through him, so strong, Ja’Rol didn’t have to look for it. It rolled off of Slone in waves of sheer ecstasy.

Together, they reached for her nightshirt, and pulled it over her head. Full and round, her breasts were begging for their touch.

“On the bed,” Ja’Rol managed, his voice more growl than anything else. With a hand on either arm to help lift her, together they sat Brigit on the edge of the bed.

Ja’Rol stood at her side, filling a hand with the weight of her tit. She shivered when he scraped a nail over her nipple, the flesh tightening to be teased more. Slone encouraged her to spread her legs, exposing the glistening lips of her sex. A drawn breath made them both shudder in gripping need.

“
She’s so hot,”
Ja’Rol heard. Slone’s hunger was so strong, it raced through them all like a power surge. “
I have to taste you.”
Desire made Slone’s eyes sparkle like the gems they resembled.

Ja’Rol saw her release Slone’s cock, her mouth leaving a shiny passion trail as she licked her lips.

“I’ve never said it,”
she told them, a timidity in her desire that negated the seductress who’d been ravaging their cocks.

“What do you want, pet?” Slone invited, his fingers plying through her hair.

“Eat me.”

“With pleasure.” Slone didn’t hesitate, lowering to the floor between her silky thighs.

When Slone lifted a leg to brace her on his shoulder, spreading her labia to be enjoyed, she moaned long and low. Her eyes fluttered as sensation slammed into her, the force feeding into Ja’Rol at the same time.

Then her mouth was on Ja’Rol’s cock again, sucking and licking as she pumped up and down his length. The softness of her lips and the teasing flick of her tongue sent his heart slamming into his ribs. Ja’Rol had to lock a knee to not collapse under the onslaught of her wicked mouth.

Watching them both, his cock sliding in and out of her sweet lips and Slone licking and teasing at her pussy, was driving Ja’Rol insane with lust. He’d never expected to feel this much, this strong of a need, but together, with them, Ja’Rol knew he was going to go careening into a place he’d never been, and they were going with him.

Her breasts heaved as she gasped for air, her hand steadily stroking the heavy shaft of his cock, the other braced at her hip.

“You’re incredible, Brigit,”
Slone whispered, delving into her hot, wet heat with a driving, stiff tongue. “
Tastes so good. Sweet.”

Single thoughts were all any of them seemed capable of.

* * * *

Slone dove harder, sucking plumped skin between his lips, tasting her on his tongue, finding her delicious honey over and over as he sipped and licked. “
I have to be in her.”
He sent the need to Ja’Rol. His cock ached and swelled more as he envisioned feeling her hot sheath clamping down on him, holding him in ecstasy, as he pumped in and out of her channel.

The image Ja’Rol shot into Slone hit him like a comet, every nerve crying in hunger. “
God, yes. Please.”

Tenderly, they stretched with Brigit on the bed, both suckling on warmed flesh, lapping taut, thick nipples, licking at sweet skin or dropping kisses on her abdomen and her thighs. Worshipping her, until she was whimpering for more, for anything.

Slone found the condoms, knowing they’d purposely left a stash in both nightstands. He left the lube on the tabletop, anticipation rifling through him. Covering himself, he watched Ja’Rol kiss Brigit, his finger winding down her body to play lightly over her clit. Her fingers were digging into his hair, her hips rising in appeal, for more.

“That is so sexy,”
Slone told them. “
I love watching you two.”
A playful grin was his answer from Ja’Rol, a flicker across his mind. “
Brigit?”
Slone asked her.

“Yes! God, please.”

Positioning himself behind Brigit, he brought her hip up, opening her sex, his shaft resting, aching. Needing. Then with a tenderness that sank into his soul, he filled her body.