Marrying Mari (11 page)

“Amen,” Gabriel echoed. He laid her hand over his heart. “For you.”

His heart beat, strong and hard, under her palm. She stared into his hot golden eyes. Looked up into Ethan’s vibrant blue ones. Her body heated, softened, got wet. She lifted Gabriel’s hand to her breast, then added Ethan’s to the same breast, holding them over her own heart. “For you.”

Ethan growled—
growled
—and pulled her over his lap. He kissed her. “Mmm. You remember that long, long kiss in the film?” he asked.

Dreamily, Mari licked her lips. “The one in her apartment, on the terrace?”

“And in her living room, and on the phone. I wonder if that might be the longest kiss in film history.” Ethan spoke against her lips, punctuating his words with tiny kisses at the same time.

“It is,” she affirmed breathlessly, kissing him back.

“Let’s see if we can’t break that record,” Ethan said and lowered his mouth to hers.

Damn, the man could kiss,
she thought again as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. And kissed, and kissed, passionately and without restraint, indulging her senses in the taste and scent and heat of Ethan.

And then Gabriel’s smooth, warm lips were there, taking over. He turned her head to the side and pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue stroked across the seam of her lips, he scored her bottom lip with his teeth, and she opened for him, melted against him, twisting her upper body to the side to embrace him. She slid both hands into his thick, wavy hair and gripped. “Mmmmm,” she murmured against his lips. “Delicious.” He lifted and turned her, settled her straddling his lap.

Ethan’s hands spread across her back. He kissed her nape, his lips slid to the side of her neck and laid small, biting kisses along her collarbone. He slipped fingers into her hair and tilted her head back, pressing his lips to hers, taking over again.

She shifted, kneeling over Gabe’s lap. She could feel his erection under her, pressing up against her tingling pussy, with only thin layers of soft cotton and silk between them. Pulled between the two men, unable to stop herself, she undulated against the thick ridge teasing her.

Gabriel groaned and pressed back up against her, clutching her with hands suddenly urgent and fierce. She bit his lower lip, and he cupped her bottom, stroking himself against her. “Get naked,” he spit out. “Now.”

All three were breathing heavily, riding the shared arousal of the kiss, but Ethan ground out, “Wait.”

Both Mari and Gabriel groaned. Her head flopped onto his shoulder. Gabe glared at his best friend. “Dammit, Ethan!”

He glared right back, but spoke gently to Mari “You were a virgin. I hurt you.”

She put one hand on his cheek. “Only technically, and no, you did not hurt me.”

“Fuck technically. And I did.”

“I liked—no,
loved
everything you did to me, both of you. And I want more, not less. Okay? More. Now. Here. Is that clear enough for you?” She turned back to Gabriel. “Get naked. Now.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” Putting her away from him, he began stripping off his shirt, his sweatpants, his socks.

Mari kissed Ethan lightly on the lips, stroked his cheek again. “You too, bossy. Get ’em off. We’re supposed to be mating.”

He frowned at her. “You’re still bruised.”

She rolled her eyes. “So don’t poke my bruises. Ethan, I need you. Please? I’m going crazy sharing your platonic bed.” She kissed him, harder. “Please!”

He stared at her another moment, then hugged her. “Whatever you want. Now. But then we’re going to talk,” he whispered in her ear. “Serious talk-with-clothes-on talk.” He pulled the silk pajama top off, leaving her torso naked. “Later.” His eyes ran over her. His gaze was hot on her skin.

Big hands spanned her waist, and thumbs pressed into the dimples in her lower back. Gabriel’s long fingers spread across her belly, and he pulled her against him, until her bottom nestled against his erection. Keeping her eyes open and on Ethan as he stood beside the bed and undressed, Mari slid her arms up around Gabriel’s neck. She arched against the big man, enjoying the sensual play. Gabe lifted his hands and cupped her breasts, pressing her back against his thick muscles of his chest and abdomen. His forefingers played teasingly with her nipples, and she moaned. Her honey gushed between her legs. Her clit throbbed. She spread her knees wider and rotated her hips, knowing Ethan could see everything. Gabriel pressed the ridge of his erection between the firm cheeks of her bottom.

She moaned again, and watched with hazy eyes as Ethan tossed his last item of clothing aside and settled back onto the bed, against the pile of white-cased pillows against the headboard.

His aroused cock was as gorgeous, as long and thick as Mari remembered it being.

But then Gabriel pinched her hard, hypersensitive nipples, and she rubbed her back against the front of his torso like a cat, loving the slightly abrasive feel of his chest hair. He softly snarled in her ear, “Don’t tease.”

She smirked at him over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to play, Gabriel?”

He kissed her, hard. “Oh, sugar, I want to play. How about you, Ethan?”

“Oh, yes. Come here.”

Behind her, Gabe pushed her forward, lightly, onto her hands and knees. Ethan circled his heavy cock with one hand and beckoned her with the other.

Mariella released the breath she’d been holding. She moved forward, eager.

“That’s it, baby. I want you to suck my cock while Gabriel fucks you.” She shivered at Ethan’s words, spoken in his deep, caramel voice. He stroked his rigid flesh in long, hard pulls as he watched her come closer and closer, crawling between his thighs. “You’re going to love feeling us both at once.”

She stared at the dark head of his erection, and ran her tongue across her lips, nervous but excited. She’d done this before, but not well. Her previous lovers complained about her technique or lack thereof. She hadn’t enjoyed it much either.

She looked up into Ethan’s blue eyes. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I’ll love having your mouth on me, trust me. I may come the second you take me between those pretty, pretty lips. Warning you now.”

She leaned forward and studied the plum-shaped tip. A pearly bead of moisture leaked, and she lapped at it. Salty. Tangy. She licked at him again. He tasted delicious. Mari slipped her mouth over him, stroking the underside with her tongue and sucking delicately. Ethan continued to stroke the shaft as she did so.

“That’s it. God, that feels so good.”

His head fell back and his eyelids fell, but she could see his eyes burning cobalt through his lashes. She could feel his focused attention on her. Behind her, Gabriel’s warm hands cupped and stroked her thighs, moving them farther apart. His thumbs stroked into the cleft of her bottom, separating the cheeks, dancing over the tight pucker hidden there. Mari jerked, but Gabriel held her in place.

“Easy.” Ethan’s voice soothed over her, as his free hand buried itself in her short curls. He tugged her head closer while nudging his cock deeper in his mouth. Mari held her lips tight around the thick girth and continued to suck steadily, using her cheeks and tongue.

Gabriel arched her back up, smoothing one hand under her to cup and tease her breasts while the other massaged her spine and waist, then between her legs to push between her labia and into the wet, juicy entry. She pressed back into his touch. His knees moved between hers, spreading her wide open and catching her between himself and Ethan. She hummed and moaned, pumping her body back against Gabe’s fingers, pushing the tip of her tongue against the tiny hole in the tip of Ethan’s cock to taste the pre-come leaking there, swiping her tongue under the ridge, scraping her teeth over the tip.

“Ah! So good. You’ve got a wicked mouth, little girl.”

“Watching you suck Ethan is so hot. I want you bad. Your pussy is wet—you’re ready for my cock, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

Gabe pulled his fingers out of Mari, and bent to kiss her spine, then bit her flesh, just above her bottom. Ethan reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. He tossed it to Gabriel, who quickly unrolled the latex onto his erection. Mari trembled in excitement and focused on Ethan in front of her. He stroked the side of her face soothingly, while he continued to slide his cock in and out of her mouth.

Gabriel moved into position behind her, steadying her with one hand on her hip as he guided himself into her tight channel. The blunt head of his erection nudged her, then he thrust deep. He pulled out and thrust again, a little harder and deeper.

Above her, Ethan caressed her, praised her. He thrust in again, all the way to the back of her throat. Mari tensed, then breathed through her nose and relaxed into letting both men fill her in rhythm, pushing back against Gabriel, forward onto Ethan. The heat swept from her belly low into her pelvis and thighs and up into her breasts and throat. Her whole body was on fire and when both men began to move faster, pump harder, she could feel herself coming apart.

Suddenly, she was coming, exploding with sensation. Above her, she heard Ethan curse. Spurts of hot liquid were jetting against the back of her throat. Gabriel ran a hard hand down her spine and grasped her hips and pushed, once, twice, three times and then he was coming too, and she could feel her channel milking him as he held hard inside her.

She was limp, her body trembling from aftershocks, when Ethan pulled out of her. He gently lifted her and kissed her lips. “Oh, baby,” he crooned.

Gabriel collapsed behind her. She was cradled against Ethan’s chest, too spent to look up when Gabe climbed off the bed. She cuddled against Ethan, exhausted as he laid them both down in the bed.

Moments later, a warm, wet cloth pressed gently against her sensitive pussy and she protested weakly.

“Hush. Just want to make you feel better. Relax.” Gabriel’s voice was rougher than usual. He kissed her hip. “Bloody hell, little one. I’m done for.” The cloth was gone and Gabriel’s big, solid body lined up against her back. Mari sleepily turned her head and looked at him out of one eye. He
looked
done for, she thought, and closed her eyes. And fell into sleep, immediately.

“Bloody hell.” Gabriel said again.

Ethan looked over Mari’s sleeping head. His best friend looked stunned. Ethan grinned at him. “I’ve never seen that expression on you.”

“Hey, man, back at you.”

Ethan quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, I look like I’ve been hit by a fist in the face?”

“No, you look like you’re in love,” Gabe retorted.

Immediately, Ethan shook his head. “Sexually satisfied, heavily in lust, pleased and satisfied with the woman between us, yes. In love?” He shook his head again. “No.”

Gabriel shifted to look at Ethan. “Why not? I am.”

Ethan stared. “It’s been four days. Don’t kid yourself.”

The bigger man settled back, rested one hand on Mari’s back. “I know what I feel, man. I can’t believe it either, by the way. This is a first for me.” He smoothed his hand over the woman sleeping between them, gazing into her face, then up at his best friend and partner. “You know me. Since I was sixteen, I’ve been with lots of women. Been with—hell, fucked, sucked and played with. I love women in the plural. The smell, the feel, the sounds they make. Getting them undressed and wet and eager to do what I like, when I like, how I like. And I liked pleasing them. I knew how to please them, and I did. And it was great. And it was nothing like this. Mari is the one, and I mean I love her. I’m in love with her. So if she’s not the one for you—”

“She is, Gabe. She
is
the one. This is right. I like her. The sex is great. She’s easy to be around. But I’m not in love with her.” Ethan shrugged. “I’m glad you think you are.”

Gabe released an amused, frustrated breath. “Y’know, I would have put money on the fact that this discussion would go entirely the opposite way. That you’d be advocating happy married life and I’d be talking ‘satisfied’.” He studied his friend. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Ethan shook his head. Again. “I’m glad we’re in agreement.”

“Sure.” Gabriel relaxed back, turned his attention to the woman between them. “Yeah, we’re in agreement.” He closed his eyes and scooted closer to her. “Total agreement.”

Chapter Eight

Mari woke again to the feeling of two big male bodies sandwiching her between them. And her own body aching slightly. She shifted and winced. New muscle groups made themselves heard. Opening her eyes, she stared directly into Gabriel’s whiskey ones. He had been watching her sleep. The corners of his beautiful mouth kicked up into a smile.

“You look like a big, self-satisfied cat,” she muttered.

He laughed softly. “You look like a grumpy kitten,” he teased.

“Hmpf.”

“I rest my case.”

She moved her hand to his broad, muscled chest, resting it there. Feeling the warmth that was Gabriel. Behind her she could feel Ethan’s body spooned against hers.

“Sugar?”

She opened one eye. Sort of.

“How are your bumps and bruises this morning?”

She closed her eye. “Fine.”

“Then maybe you want to shower before Mrs. Watson comes to wake us for breakfast and finds us all piled up naked?” Gabriel couldn’t hide his amusement as both eyes popped open and she sat straight up, covering her bare breasts with her arms. She stared wildly at the door.