Marrying Mari (7 page)

“Do you want more?”

She turned her head to Ethan, where he leaned over her. “I—Yes, I want more. I want you, both of you.” She held her arms out to him and saw a flash of triumph cross his face.

He smiled, his predator smile. And lifted her into his arms. “Oh, baby, you’re going to get both of us, I promise.” He kissed her, a fierce kiss of such carnal heat Mari swooned against him, wrapping both arms around his neck and opening her mouth to his. He swept one hand down her throat and unclipped her bra between her breasts. Then he turned her in his arms, pulling away the loosened scrap and settled her against his chest. Her bottom nestled against his erection, and the heaviness between his legs, still covered by the black cotton of his underwear. He was as potent as Gabriel, hot and thick against her.

Gabriel sat, looking at them. In the light from the one bedside lamp, he was gorgeous, big and golden and muscled. The gold medallion around his neck glinted at her, tangled in his chest hair. He was all male. Their kisses had left his lips swollen too. He rested on one hip, one long arm, watching.

Behind her, Ethan kissed her nape, then said, “Ready?”

Not certain she was, Mariella nodded. Ethan settled back against the mounded pillows, resting her against his chest. He left his right hand just above her knee, cupping her leg. His left hand held her left shoulder.

She felt vulnerable, exposed to both men. That feeling wasn’t helped when Gabriel pushed onto his knees and crawled toward her. “Off,” he said, then pulled the lacy panties down in one stroke, tossing them aside. Ethan lifted her right leg and draped it over his, then slid both across the sheets, forcing her legs open. She trembled and clutched his hand; Ethan turned his palm up and meshed their fingers.

Gabriel lifted her left leg and put it, too, over Ethan’s, then slid onto his belly between them. He stared at her lower body, then sifted a finger through her clipped, dark curls. “Such a beautiful pussy.” He spread her soft folds with his thumbs. “So wet. I can’t wait to taste you.” He shot a glance upward. “Bet you taste like honey.” He slid his palms under her and lifted.

“Gabriel—” Her words turned into a sharp cry as he lowered his head and licked her from the bottom to the top of her slit. It was too much. She twisted away, and Ethan slid his left arm across her belly, holding her in place.

“Shh, shh. Let Gabriel please you. Let him love you, and after he makes you come, then I will.” Ethan lifted their twined fingers to his mouth. “Do you want to come for us, beauty?”

Her breasts, untouched, ached. Both nipples were pointed and the naked globes were swollen. She wanted something more. Mari turned her head, seeking Ethan’s kiss. “Yes. Touch me.”

Gabriel was swirling his tongue around her clitoris while his thumb stroked and circled everywhere. She pushed against his mouth. Gabriel sucked her clit into his mouth, and she bucked, twining the fingers of her free hand into his thick hair. To push him away, to pull him close, she didn’t know. She moaned. He let her go with a soft pop and began to explore the folds of her flesh with his tongue while two fingers continued to tease the hard button. Fireworks were exploding in her veins and behind her eyes, and when Gabriel began to stroke in and out of her hole with one, then two fingers, she arched and sobbed.

“She’s tight,” Gabriel said, his voice taut. He put his mouth on her clit again, sucking as his fingers stroked, faster, twisting now as they thrust. She pushed back against his fingers, riding them.

Ethan whispered in her ear. “You like that, baby? It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“So good.”

Gabriel gently bit the swollen nub of flesh, and Mariella exploded. Her body arched and jerked. Wetness gushed from her. She cried out. Ethan held her tightly, murmuring in her ear, while Gabriel licked her pussy, stroked her belly, gentling his touch as she quieted.

Opening her eyes, she stared at Gabriel, dazed.

He grinned at her, pleased as a big lazy cat. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Damn, you do taste like honey.” He reared up on his hands and knees, coming close to her. “Taste.” He kissed her mouth, sweetly.

“That was…” She couldn’t go on.

Gabriel traced a finger down her face and grinned. “Yeah.”

“My turn.” Ethan spoke in her ear. He swung her around and kissed her, thoroughly and deeply. Their bodies touched from shoulders to belly, and the heat of his skin burned against her.

She opened her eyes, staring up into his blue ones. “So soon? I-I don’t think I can.” The aftershocks of her orgasm continued to pulse through her.

Ethan kissed her again, rolling with her until she was flat on the sheets. He leaned over her, rubbing his cotton-covered shaft against her bareness. “Don’t think, beauty. Just feel.” He teased her with short, sharp thrusts.

“Ethan, no.” She pressed her hands flat against his chest.

He stopped, immediately. His jaw flexed, but his voice was gentle. “No?”

Gabriel was on her other side. He turned her face toward him. “What is it?”

She blushed. “That’s the first time I’ve…”

“Come?” Gabriel asked.

She nodded. “Like
that
, I mean. Nothing like
that
.” She looked at Ethan again, feeling his hand resting against her thigh. “I wouldn’t be able to—not twice, not so soon.” She groaned and hid her face, embarrassed and angry at herself for ruining everything. But she knew her limitations.

Ethan kissed her temple. “Relax. Let me make it good for you.”

“You can’t,” she wailed. “I mean,
I
can’t. Really
can’t.”

Ethan lifted her face. He looked into those big eyes, wet with frustrated tears, and wanted her more than ever. He glanced down her body, seeing the tautness of her nipples, the glistening moisture still on her thighs. He stroked her pussy again and her breath caught. Her lower body pushed back at him, echoing his movement.
Couldn’t?
She thought she was incapable of a second orgasm, when he could see her body was already responding to his touch?

“Let me worry about it. You just relax. Kiss Gabriel.” And he shifted away from her for a moment, shucking his briefs. Her exotic eyes dropped to his arousal, and the flush returned to her cheeks. She bit her lip and didn’t look away. Encouraged, Ethan laid back down at her side and slid his fingers back over her soft, wet flesh and into her tight opening. She moaned and her head fell back against Gabriel, who immediately kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough. The big man’s hand began to play with her left nipple, teasing and plucking it. He couldn’t stop touching Mari, which Ethan took as a good sign.

Ethan lowered his head to her free breast and took the rosy tip into his mouth. He sucked it, hard, and pushed two fingers in and out of her slick channel. Her small hand slid up over his shoulder and into his hair, clutching the short strands to hold him in place. She did want him. He smiled against her firm flesh, and sucked harder, teasing the fingers of his other hand against the lower curve of her sweetly rounded flesh.

He was so hard after watching her with Gabriel that he thought he might shoot early, like a teenager in a backseat.
Damn
. She obviously didn’t realize how responsive, how exciting she was to both of them. Neither he nor Gabriel was done with her, and he suspected they’d all be exhausted by morning. He had to maintain some control, or he’d simply rut over her like an animal, and he was determined not to frighten her like that. Patience, he told himself.

Ethan slid a third finger into her, lifting his mouth from her breast to watch. It was clear she hadn’t had sex in a long time, from her reaction and the tightness of her channel. He’d have to go more carefully than he’d planned, hold on to his control, which was hanging by a thread now.

Mariella writhed, restlessly, riding his fingers. She pulled her mouth from Gabriel’s. “Ethan.”

“What, baby?” He kept up the steady in and out as he met her eyes. She was beautiful, lying on the white sheets, half over Gabriel, open and eager now.

“Please.”

Ethan held her gaze. She looked dazed and flushed from her arousal. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

He was so hard, so ready he almost let it go, but he wanted to be certain, to know she was certain. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

With a breathless voice that went straight to his heart and his cock, she said, “I want you. Now.”

Gabriel handed him a condom, and as he tore it open and sheathed himself, he watched her move restlessly against the sheets. She watched him, spread her legs, and held out her hands. He slid between her legs, propping himself up on his hands to keep his weight off her. This way he could watch her face as he slid the tip of his erection into her wetness. He was so thick and she was so tight, that he could only push in a couple of inches. He pulled back and pushed in again, harder. Her eyes closed, and she arched into his body.

“Look at me, beauty.”

Her eyes were pure silver, dazed with desire and need. He reached down and pulled her legs wider, wrapping his arms under her thighs to open her fully. She was wet, drenched with her juices. His cock, thick and heavy, was coated with them.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and teased her wet opening with short, hard strokes that had her crying out for him. Gabriel kissed her neck, played with her breasts, and, lifting her hand to his mouth, sucked her fingers into his.

Feeling her body respond, Ethan thumbed her clit, holding her belly in place with his palm. Her head thrashed on the pillow.

“Please. More.”

Her cry broke him. He thrust, all the way in, burying his hard, needy flesh in the wet velvet of her channel.

She gasped and stiffened. Ethan held steady, rocking his body slightly, until he saw the soft heat return to her eyes. Then he began stroking in and out of her fully, continuing to thumb the bundle of nerves above her opening. Sweat dripped down his forehead. He couldn’t think. Everything had been reduced to the tight, rippling heaven of her pussy and the shining silver of her eyes. He shifted slightly, and caught a sensitive place, and she came apart, crying his name and digging her fingernails into his shoulder. She came all over, moving beneath him, around him, hot and wet and so beautiful. And then he was coming, too, shooting hard into the condom and stroking, again and again and again, until he was spent. He collapsed on her, his head between her breasts.

Gabriel pulled at his arm, and realized that he was still holding her legs spread wide. “Sorry, baby.” He let them go, pushed them down against the sheets. Turning his head, he kissed her breast.

Pushing up away and out of her, he swayed slightly. He knew he’d never come that hard. Ethan watched as Mariella curled slightly into Gabriel’s arms, already dozing. Gabriel looked at him and cuddled her closer.

Ethan nodded at his best friend. She was the one, all right. Now all they had to do was convince her of that, and somehow keep her right where she was now. In their bed.

In the bathroom, Ethan closed the door and turned on the lights. He looked at himself in the mirror, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Scratchy. He’d probably left whisker burns on Mariella’s cheeks. And belly and thighs. He sighed and grinned. Shaving twice a day was irritating, but would be worth it for her.

He reached down to remove the condom, and froze. Evidence of his coupling with her was on the surface, and he was still half-hard. What shook him were the traces of red. Blood. She’d been a virgin? Gabriel—

He jerked off the rubber and opened the door to the bedroom, fast.

Then he stopped. She was snuggled up, dead asleep in Gabriel’s arms. The other man looked up at him ruefully.

“She’s out.”

Ethan sagged against the bathroom doorjamb.

Gabriel stared down at her. “I can’t wait till tomorrow. Damn, she’s beautiful.”

“She was a virgin.” Ethan said bluntly.

The other man jerked. “What?”

Ethan shook his head. “Dammit.”

“Why didn’t she tell us?”

“She said stop. We both heard her.”

“No, man, you can’t go there. She also said she wanted you. And she did. She came hard,
both
times.” Gabriel’s voice was quiet but definite. “Trust me, she wanted you. Don’t make yourself crazy.” He shook his head at Ethan, then snuggled the woman in his arms closer. He stroked the hair back off her forehead. “We’ll talk about it when she wakes up. And then we’ll make love to her again, and she’ll love it. Again.” Gabe frowned at him. “Now get over here.”

Ethan stared at Mariella’s sleeping form.

“Stop it, man.” Gabriel’s voice was hard. “Trust me. Get in here, and pull up the covers when you do. I’m tired of talking. Let’s go to sleep.” He deliberately closed his eyes, shutting Ethan out.

Ethan grinned. “You’re a fucking pain in the ass.” He shut off the bathroom lights and the bedside lights, lying beside her. He tugged the sheet and comforter over the three of them, arranging it all carefully.

“Jesus,” Gabriel breathed. “Such a fuss-budget.”

Ethan slid an arm over her narrow waist. “Caveman,” he murmured.

And that was his last thought of the night.

Chapter Five

Mari woke at five thirty, her internal alarm going off as always. Her bed was firmer than usual and…warm. And there seemed to be a hand resting on her hip. And an arm across her belly.