My Calendar Men Boxed Set (25 page)

“Have you heard anything?” she asked.

“No, he hasn’t called in to the base or the house, but he’s fine,” Michael said.

“How do you know?” Portia looked across at him.

“We’re all connected.” He placed her hand over his heart, and Brady did the same. “If he was in trouble we would know. A piece of us would cease to exist.”

“I still miss him,” she murmured.

The two men stood, and Michael gave her a slow grin. “Let us help you with that for just a little while. Undress for us, Portia.”

She got to her feet and untied the bow at her side that held her blouse together. She pushed her thick tights down her legs and kicked her boots off at the same time. Portia climbed onto the bed seductively so they could see the curve of her ass. She leaned up against the pillows and watched their hands unfasten each button and throw their shirts aside. They were so damn sexy. She bit her lip and watched as they stepped out of their jeans. They were like statues carved from rock, smoothed by an artist’s hands. Every muscle was defined, and she licked her lips in response to looking at them both. She called them over with a crook of her finger, and they pushed their boxers down to expose erect hard lengths.

“I want you in my mouth,” she said to Michael.

“You’ve become a temptress, a naughty minx.” Michael knelt on the bed so she could take him in her mouth.

He threw his head back and moaned as she licked the tip of his length. She worked her tongue around his shaft and took him deeper still. Brady knelt on the other side of her body, and she took his cock in her hand to stroke him. A guttural groan escaped his lips, and it made her pussy throb in response. She switched, easily moving to take Brady’s rod in her mouth and stroked Michael’s flesh, wet from her mouth. The first taste of salty precome beaded on the tip of his rod, and his fingers buried in her hair while she loved him with her lips.

Brady pulled away panting. “If you keep that up you’re going to make me come in your mouth.”

“How is that a bad thing?” She licked her lips.

He chuckled. “I’m going to be buried inside you when I come.”

Brady took her lips again, and his hands massaged her breasts. Michael kissed his way down her body and spread her legs. Portia felt his hot breath on the sensitive flesh of her pussy and shivered in anticipation. One long, slow lick and she moaned into Brady’s mouth, and her body jerked. Her hips rose of their own volition, seeking his tongue while Brady moved from her lips to her breasts. He took her nipple and areola into his mouth sucking deeply, and the noises he made were sounds of satisfaction. Portia sank deeper in the pleasure they both gave her, holding onto Michael’s head while she wantonly rubbed her pussy against his mouth.

“Jesus, you taste so good. I can never get enough of you,” Michael said harshly.

“Make her come, and then she’s mine,” Brady said in a savage voice.

She wanted more. Portia felt the tightening in her belly and needed it to be released. “Do it, make me come, baby.”

He chuckled. “I’ll enjoy every last drop.”

Michael pressed his mouth against her pussy, and she cried out, arching against the heat of his seeking mouth. His fingers spread the thick lips of her snatch so he could furrow deeply into her moist flesh with his tongue. Portia’s hips rose and fell in her arousal, and each movement made his teeth graze her clit.

“It’s a turn-on watching how your body reacts to us,” Brady said.

He slid his hand down her stomach, and he rubbed her clit. All the while, Michael used his tongue to fuck her. She cried out, clutching at the soft duvet beneath her writhing body. Brady’s mouth was at her breast once more. His fingers rubbed the tight bud of her clit, and Michael’s groan was muffled against the mound between her legs.

“Ah fuck, I’m coming!” she cried out. The words weren’t even out of her mouth before she shook with her release.

Her body lay pliant on the bed as she gasped for breath. Michael moved, and Brady took over where he left off. She could taste her own musk on his lips and tongue when he kissed her. The groan that came from Brady’s lips was primal as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. Again he was savage in taking her. He devoured her taste like a man dying of thirst. His tongue licked then penetrated. His lips sucked at her clit, and then he repeated the process until she was screaming and bucking. Her body shook from the intensity that he put into pleasing her, and she felt what little control she had leave. Brady slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her hard while sucking on her clit. Portia came again, screaming his name and writhing beneath the onslaught of the powerful man between her legs.

“Take me now!” Portia cried out. “I want to feel you inside me, both of you.”

Brady lifted her legs high and pressed them close to her stomach. She felt the tip of his engorged cock penetrate her, and then with a long smooth thrust, he filled her.

“God, every time I’m inside you, I feel like I’m in heaven. ” His face was a mask of pleasure.

He began to move with smooth, deep strokes, and all she could do was hold on in the torrent of ecstasy that assaulted her.

“Do you like this, baby?” Michael said huskily. “Portia, do want us both to take you at the same time?”

His dirty words made her even wetter. “Yes, God, yes, I want you both!”

Without missing a beat Brady held her legs around his waist and moved so they lay facing each other. It left her ass exposed for Michael to take. “I’m going to come now, now!” She felt her body release a gush of fluid when her orgasm ripped through her. So wild in her desire, the primal need to mate with them that she let it free. Maybe it was a part of them rubbing off on her. She didn’t know but embraced it wholly. Portia bit Brady’s shoulder, and he growled in response. She felt as if she was holding onto her sanity by a thin thread that threatened to break. She didn’t know it could be like this, that pleasure could drive you to the brink of madness.

She felt Michael at her ass, already slick, to make his entrance easier. She felt his slow movement into her body and writhed against his cock, moving her hips in a seductive dance, enticing him to hurry and begin the pleasure again.

“Goddamn, baby, don’t move. You’re driving me crazy.” There was a plea in his voice.

“No, take me hard. I want it all now,” Portia said harshly. “I belong to all of you. I want it hot, sweaty, and I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Oh fuck, yes.” Brady’s words were said between gritted teeth.

He began to move again, and his cock pressed deep, making her cry out. Michael went deep and sent heat along the nerve endings and straight to her core. The rhythm was an intense one, causing a sheen of sweat to break out over her skin. Their bodies were slick, and Brady lifted her breasts to his mouth and took her nipples deep into his mouth, gorging himself on her full breasts like a hungry man. While one lover slid out, the other pounded inside her until they moved together, and she held on in the midst of the storm, pulsing deep aching thrusts that had her begging for release in between their wrenching moans of passion.

“Fall with me, please,” Portia begged.

She felt the familiar knot of her orgasm build deep within herself until she broke apart and came on a keening cry. Her release was quickly followed by both of them, and she swore that they howled in satisfaction. They stayed like that for minutes until Michael moved and went to the bathroom. She knew it was of course to get a warm cloth to soothe her body after lovemaking.

“Stay in bed, love. We’ve got to go bring in the horses. Then we can go to bed. We’ve got to be on base zero five hundred in the am,” Michael said when he returned.

Brady smacked a kiss on her lips before he rolled away to pull on his jeans. “I’ll bring you up a slice of chocolate cake to eat in bed.”

Portia settled back against the pillows and snuggled under the blankets. “Sounds yummy. You guys do burn the calories off a girl.”

Michael chuckled. “Is it no wonder why we love you, sweetheart?”

She watched them walk out and closed her eyes to bask in the afterglow of amazing lovemaking. The telephone rang, and she turned to the side of the bed to answer the cordless.

“Hello?” she said, her voice husky and relaxed.

“Hi, my darlin’ chocolate bunny, are you missing me yet because I sure miss you.” Colby’s voice was like honey whiskey on the other end of the line.

She leaned back with a huge smile on her face. “Hey, Wolfman, I do miss you. When are you coming home?”

“Soon, baby, soon,” he whispered.

Portia closed her eyes and had a conversation with the missing member of their pack. Michael and Brady had slipped silently in the room and lay next to her while she talked to Colby. Every now and then they cut in with a loud teasing comment or to ask a question to which she relayed the answer. She was their lifeline and conduit, and it made Portia feel wanted and loved. The bond between the four of them was forged forever. She wondered how she lived without them for so long.

Together in November

“You want to do what?” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the man standing in her apartment.

Malachi Gordon was big enough that he made her living room look smaller than it actually was. In the little town of Carlton River, Arizona, her house was a one level structure with two bedrooms and an airy living room. When she bought it, she knocked out the wall that led to the dining room and made it one big living space. Yet with Mal standing there with his hands shoved into his pockets, it looked like she needed to take out another wall to fit his size. He was so damn handsome even though he couldn’t see it, at least six feet four to her five five. He towered over her. The scar that cut a jagged swatch down over his right eye to his cheek was thin but still noticeable. It made him look dangerous even when is eyes were filled with kindness.

He had a mouth that could kiss her until her knees were weak, and it suited his square hard jaw perfectly. His dark hair was shaggy, and she always wondered how he was allowed to keep it that way even though he was in the military. There was a lot she didn’t know about his life, a lot she was hoping to learn. But now he stood in her house telling her he was saying goodbye. It made her heart hurt thinking about losing him before they actually had time to begin. In six months of dating when he was off duty or could come to town, she’d fallen for the big dumb ox in front of her. He was damn stupid if he thought she was giving up so easily.

He shrugged helplessly. “My job is so fucking off the wall, and there are things you don’t know about me….”

“So instead of giving me the opportunity to learn these things, you decide to come to town and break up with me?” Her voice held barely controlled anger. Mae clenched her fists at her sides.

Malachi pointed his finger and warned, “Mae, take a breath before you blow. I can see your temper rearing its head.”

“We’ve been seeing each other for six months now,” she said calmly, holding the tears back. “I’ve never asked you for more than you could give, haven’t slept with you because I felt like I needed to be more in your world before I give up the goods. But I’ve never thought of anyone else since you’ve been in my life. Hell, look at me.” She waved her hands over her body. “I’m not a proud woman by any means, but I’m damn fine, and there’ve been offers. It was all for you. Now you basically say hey no deal but it’s been fun though.”

“I didn’t say it like that. You know how I feel…” he began to say.

She looked at him shocked. “Do I really, Mal? Because I’m psychic all of a sudden or because you kiss me and I melt? You don’t let anyone behind that damn wall of yours. You want to know how I feel, Malachi Gordon? I fucking love you, you big idiot, and I refuse to let that be tossed aside.” He looked at her like she hit him with a brick. “Yeah, that’s right. That word makes you look like you’re going to throw up. This was all a game to you, huh? Play with the small town girl and then walk away.”

“Jesus, Mae, it was never like that. I don’t know how to….” Malachi’s eyes pleaded with her to understand. “I’ve been alone all my life until my unit in the military. That’s all I know. I feel things for you that I didn’t think were possible or that I deserved. But this life I can’t bring you in without you knowing.”

“Then tell me,’ she pleaded. “Don’t give up on something that can be so good.”

He gave a pained laugh. “You won’t feel the same when you know about me.”

“Freaking that’s it!” She picked up the first thing that came to her hand and threw it with precise aim. If Malachi didn’t duck he would have been clocked in the head with a ceramic vase. It shattered against the wall. “Don’t you dare tell me what I will feel. How do you know unless you give me a chance!”

“Jesus, Mae you almost hit me!” he said in astonishment.

“Well let me aim better,” she said darkly and let rage take over. “Tell me what I’m feeling now, Mal!” A lamp went flying across the room toward his head. “Get out, you son of bitch. I should have known when you came into town that you’d be trouble. So fine you want to end it go ahead. I hope it sticks in your throat each time you think of me. Because you’ll be alone and some other man will be holding what you could’ve had. Kissing, touching me like you used to, and you’ll wonder what you missed. I’ll put you out of my head forever, and I take back my love. You can’t have it any more. You don’t deserve it.”

She wanted to hurt him as much as her heart was aching right now. She saw her words pierce the wall he held up like a wrecking ball. She felt a small sense of satisfaction, but it did nothing to ease the ache in her chest. This was going to be the night when she let him take her to a new level of their relationship. She felt the lace of the lingerie against her skin like some big joke. She stood there watching him and trying to breathe past her anger. His eyes darkened and lips tightened before he turned and stormed out of her house. When the door closed, she sank to the chair nearest to her and wept in her hands.

* * * *

Malachi pulled his black Hummer out of her driveway with a vicious turn of the steering wheel.
It went terribly wrong.
He gave a short laugh at his thoughts.
How the hell did you expect it to go?
Mae was an amazing woman, full figured and voluptuous. His mouth went dry when he stepped into the diner. She had all the right moves, the attitude that was full of spice, and he wanted her from that first meeting. Six months in they hadn’t taken a move toward a bedroom. She had explained firmly that jumping into bed with him was not an option she was willing to take. He had no problem going slow. Hell, the nights they fooled around were just as fulfilling as sex.
She probably thinks I dumped her because she didn’t put out
, the thought glumly. But that wasn’t the case and far from the truth. He let her go for the exact opposite. He found he’d fallen hard for Mae.