Marrying Mari (28 page)

His smile widened. “Absolutely.”

She tugged Ethan’s hair. “S’all right with you?”

He opened his eyes. “I’m your slave. Whose bed?”

“Yours,” Gabriel stood and stretched. “I like how Mari looks in the moonlight.” He stared down at the other two. Ethan was gazing up at her as she toyed with his short hair, his face at peace. Finally. Gabriel felt great. “I’ll get the first-aid kit. By the way,” he said as he headed for the kitchen, “don’t leave stuff like that out. Mrs. W was really ticked about having to clean up after you.”

Mari frowned. “I put everything away. Tossed the wrappers and put the kit back. I am not about to mess with Mrs. W’s kitchen.”

Gabe stopped in the doorway, thought, went on. “Oh. Okay.” Conniving, manipulative biddy. Mrs. Watson had earned herself a big old hug.

Chapter Twenty

“I love you.”

Ethan had said the words about five times now, but with each avowal he sounded a little less raw, so that was okay with Mari. His eyes had lost the desperate edge. And she liked hearing him say it, a lot.

“I love you too.”

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“I know.”

He took her right wrist and kissed it, oh so gently, and then laid her hand on his chest. “I can’t say I didn’t mean to hurt you, because part of me did. I’m not going to ask you to forgive me yet, because I want to prove you can trust me. I need to prove it to myself, too.”

“Okay.” She traced his eyebrows. “Come upstairs. Make love to me.”

He stood, watched her get up, too. She reached up and kissed him, and the shock of his love and lust for her combined to blaze through him. Ethan scooped her up, one arm under her knees, cradling her against his chest.

“Ethan?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t hold back on me. Promise?” She turned his face to her. “No distance, no fears.”

His mouth kicked up in a half-smile. “No holding back.”

“Ever?”

“Ever. Promise. We’ll let Gabriel bandage you up before anything else happens, baby.” He strode toward the door and then up the stairs. Standing her by the bed, he kissed her lingeringly. “Let’s get you undressed. Arms up.” He pulled the T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. “Sit.” He knelt and untied her laces. Pulled off her shoes and tossed them. Rolled down her socks. “Lift up,” His voice was rougher, his eyes darker blue.

She leaned back on her hands and arched her hips off the bed. Ethan met her gaze, then leisurely let his eyes move down her body. Mari felt it like a touch, like a hot lash of erotic sensation, tracking from her face to her belly.

He put his fingers under her waistband and pulled, taking her panties too, leaving her bare except for her turquoise sports bra.

She leaned back on her elbows and looked at him. “Too many clothes, I’m always having to tell you.”

One side of his mouth lifted in a smile. He reached back and tugged at the neck of the white linen shirt he wore, jerking it up and over his head and off his arms in one motion. He tossed it, too, on the floor.

She stared at his body. He had the most elegant definition in his arms and torso from his daily ritual of running and swimming. She knew his skin was velvet-smooth and the muscles underneath were flexible and strong. He was simply gorgeous. She smiled and licked her lips, and he rumbled, a rough noise in his chest.

“Don’t look like that, little girl, unless you’re sure you can handle what you start.” The rich, caramel warmth of his voice itched at her nerve endings. In the best possible way.

“Oh, I can handle you,” she said, and lifted one bare foot to press against his fly. She arched and rubbed her foot against the hardened ridge under his jeans, and then slid it up against his bare, defined abdomen, to tease her toes against his skin. He caught her ankle and lifted her foot to his mouth.

“Yeah?” He licked across her arch.

A shock ran up her leg and fired in her pussy. “Oh!”

“Hmm.” He licked again, tickling, then opened his mouth against the curve and sucked, swiping his tongue wetly over her skin. Then he sucked her little toe into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, stroking his fingers over her calf, behind her knee, and her inner thigh.

She dropped her head back and sighed, closing her eyes.

Ethan lifted her other foot and pressed it against his fly. “Feel that?” he said, his voice low and growling. He sucked in two toes, and circled his fingers against the back of her knee.

Mari thought she might come right then. She was panting, her hips lifting unconsciously. She moaned.

“Starting without me?” Gabe’s voice cut into her fantasy, and she opened her eyes to see him standing beside the bed, watching them. “I’ll fix your arm. No, don’t move,” he said, amused. As she watched he shrugged off his shirt and pants. Naked except for his briefs, he lightly tossed the first-aid kit on the bed and climbed up beside her.

Ethan had switched back to her arch and was tonguing and biting it erotically.

Gabriel settled slightly behind her, and she could feel his hot chest against her back, the crisp hair tickling her smooth skin. “Come on, sweetheart,” he crooned, and lifted her arm. He kissed her shoulder and lifted her other arm. “Take this off,” he said in her ear, his deep voice caressing her. He tugged the sports bra up and off. Her breasts bounced in release, and the tug matched Ethan’s teeth.

She moaned, the soft broken sound going straight to both men’s cocks.

“That’s right, let us make you feel good,” Ethan growled.

Gabe spoke in her ear again, “Such pretty tits. Can’t wait to taste them. Suck them.”

Mari moved restlessly. “Gabe.”

“Shh. Have to fix this arm first.”

He pulled out the tube of ointment as Ethan put her foot down on the bed. Cool air washed over the wet places his mouth had left. He put the other foot down too, flat on the coverlet and spread them wide. “Keep them there,” he commanded.

She was exposed, her legs splayed on the bed. She looked at Ethan and wet her lips again.

“I warned you,” Ethan said, as he loosened his belt and unzipped his fly. Staring at her exposed pussy, he shoved his jeans and briefs off. Standing in front of her nude and very, very hard, he put one hand on each of her knees. He spread them wider, and studied her from under lowered lids. “You’re wet,” he said. “Excited. You want us to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “
Yes!
”

“Good,” Gabe whispered, “because that’s what we’re going to do. Kiss you all over and touch you and make you feel good and fuck you. Both of us.” He finished winding the new gauze around her arm and secured it with tape. Ethan continued to hold her knees open and gaze at her with hot, blue eyes. He wrapped one hand around his stiff cock and stroked himself, using the pre-come dripping from the tip as lubricant. Mari bit her lip again, watching his hand on his erection.

“Be careful, beauty. Those lips are mine.”

“And mine.” Gabe lowered his head and took her mouth, stroking his tongue against hers. He buried his fingers in her curls and held her still as he plundered her, tasting the inside of her cheeks, lips, stroking his tongue across her teeth and twining it with hers.

When he lifted his head, Mari was dizzy. She stared up at him, then at Ethan, who had crawled onto the bed between her legs. He lifted her ankles and laid them over his shoulders, as Gabriel shifted to lay her flat. He shoved a pillow under her upper back, which tilted her breasts high.

“Keep your arms over your head,” Gabe directed and bent his mouth to her nipple, sucking it deep and fast into his heated mouth.

She arched up, and at the same moment Ethan licked her slit, back to front, and tapped his tongue against her clit. She cried out, and bucked, and Gabe laid one thickly muscled arm over both of hers. “Lie still, sugar.” And he sucked her nipple again, strumming it with his tongue.

Ethan turned his head and licked a path from her pussy to her knee, then back, stopping a couple inches from his target to nip her soft flesh. He suckled, using his lips and teeth. She cried his name, “Ethan,” and he lifted his head, staring at her, slashes of hot color along his cheekbones. The controlled man she knew was gone, replaced with a fierce-eyed predator. “Ours,” he said.

Gabriel lifted his head, letting her nipple go with a wet pop. He thumbed the swollen, hard tip, pinched it between thumb and forefinger. He stared at her with golden eyes. “Ours,” he agreed, lazily in a velvet-deep voice, and plucked her nipple hard.

Mari bucked again, moaned again.

“Aren’t you?” Gabe said in her ear.

“Gabriel,” she gasped, nothing but feeling, nothing but need.

“Aren’t you?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Say it, Mari.” Ethan’s voice was relentless. “Say it or we will stop.” His fingers teased circles around her wet hole, making her desperate for harder, deeper touches.

She writhed and arched, her hips undulating desperately. “Yours. Only yours. Ethan, fuck me with your fingers.
Ahhh!
”

Ethan thrust two fingers into her wet opening, as Gabriel sucked one nipple and thumbed the other. Ethan strung wet, open-mouthed kisses up her other thigh, continuing to tease her clit and fuck her steadily. He added a third finger and heated up the rhythm, lifting his mouth from her skin to watch with satisfaction as she sobbed and begged for more. He swirled the tips of his other fingers through her wetness, and slipped the hand beneath her to press against the tiny pucker between her cheeks.

Mari gasped and jerked, and her head came up.

“It’s all right. It’s just play,” Ethan said in that hot, rough voice. “For now.” His eyes promised more. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Gabriel fondled her breasts.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Mari,” Gabe said, and kissed her mouth again. She kissed him back, passionately.

Ethan smiled and replaced his fingers with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her honey as he suckled her. He reached up and pulled one of her hands down to her pussy. “Play with yourself.” Gabe stared at her fingers against her creamy pink flesh, his own fingers still busy stroking and plumping her breasts and the tight peaks still red and wet from his mouth. Ethan lowered his mouth to her again. She trembled violently. She wasn’t far from orgasm.

Gabriel watched Mari rub the swollen button. He had to be in her, now, but he wanted her to come first. He was sweating, uncertain if he’d make it. He could feel his orgasm building, in the small of his back, the tautness of the muscles in his thighs and the tightness of his balls. “You’re so beautiful.” He watched Ethan spread her legs even wider. “Come for us, sweetheart! Come now.”

At his command, she broke with a high, keening cry.

“I’ve got you.” Gabriel held her right arm, mindful of the injuries, and her belly. Ethan continued to fuck her with his tongue, holding her thighs. Her body continued to react to the strong waves of the orgasm, her head thrashing back and forth. Gabriel set his cheek against hers and spoke in her ear, love words, sex words, encouragement, until she shivered one final time and began to calm.

Ethan lifted his mouth from her, and the two men exchanged a look.

Gabe said into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, mate with you.” He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. He handed another to Ethan.

Breathing heavily, Ethan rose up on his knees. He tore open the foil packet as Gabriel wrapped his hands around Mari’s waist and pulled her higher on the bed, nearly all the way to the headboard. She watched them drowsily, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“That was only the beginning.” Gabriel shoved one of the down pillows under her ass, lifting her hips where he wanted them. He moved between her legs, wrapping them around him as he stretched out over her. “God, I want to be inside you. Are you ready for me?”

She nodded. “Yes.” Her voice was husky. Her hands came up, one to cup his face and slide into his hair, one to grab his shoulder.

Gabe stared into her glowing silver eyes and thrust into her juicy, honeyed channel. He was aware of Ethan watching them with a brooding look, but focused on Mari. She was tight, as wet as she was, still taking a moment to relax around him. He pulled back, then pushed in deeper. He kept a steady rhythm, letting her feel him rest for a moment inside her before pulling out. Her muscles tightened and released, letting him feel the friction despite the obvious evidence of her pleasure from only moments before. She began to lift with him, and the angle of her hips on the pillow meant her clit was teased by his thick pubic hair on every thrust.

Gabriel stopped, deep inside her, and stared down at her face. He held himself up on fully extended arms. She was clutching at both arms now, wriggling her hips. He pressed his hips against her, pushing his cock even deeper. Her channel responded by tightening, just a bit. Glorious.

“Do you feel that?” he asked. His voice was nearly guttural with the strain. “Do you feel me, inside you, so tight, so deep?” He stared into her eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed. Pressed back up.

“That’s mating. That’s
mine
.”

“Mine,” she growled back at him, and burying her fingers in his hair pulled him down to her mouth. “
Mine
.”