Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Her grin turned coy. “I should probably thank you properly.”

His cock reacted to the sensual huskiness of her voice and the erotic promise held in her statement. “Oh? And what would be a
proper
show of appreciation?”

Framing his face with her hands, she kissed him, her tongue tickling his lips until he gave in and opened his mouth to her.

She gave him a proper kiss then, her tongue stroking across his, sending all his blood rushing to his groin. Her upper thigh rubbed against his erection. She gave his tongue a gentle suck, and all he could do was groan in response.

When she ended the kiss, she pulled back to grin at him, clearly enjoying how quickly she could get him to lose control. Since she’d earned the right to an arrogant smile, he could only smile back.

Spencer gave her braid a gentle tug. “I don’t get any appreciation?”

“Did you help Hammond?” Callie asked as she settled her beautiful eyes on him. Hammond knew the effect she had on Spencer because she always got to him the same way when she fixed her gaze on him. A man could forget every logical thought when those hypnotic eyes held his attention.

“Damn right, I did.” Spencer gestured with his hand for her to come to him before patting his lap.

Callie loved how open the men were with their desire for her, and how they were getting more free with admitting their desire for each other as well. The days she’d spent with them on the
Ecstasy
had been…
ecstasy
. Although she’d been anxious to get to Rozale so she could see Lyrianna, now that she knew her sister wasn’t waiting at the end of the journey, she never wanted the trip to end.

Reaching Rozale surely meant the conclusion of her time with Spencer and Hammond. They’d go back to their lives, to their…profession. She’d have to find a ride back to Bromond so she could go back to her hospital and do what she could for the children who’d been in her care. The men were clearly overestimating how much Carlos would care about getting revenge on her. For fuck’s sake, fixing a nose was as easy as getting a haircut. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to get her guys to help her find some Ampirica on Rozale she could take back with her, although she had no idea how she’d pay for it.

The news that her sister was missing, that she might have met a horrible fate such as being sold as a slave, made Callie’s heart ache so much she could barely contain her pain. Empathically reading the desire flowing through the men, she decided to drown her sorrows in that desire, to let Spencer and Hammond help her forget. Even if it was only for some precious, loving moments she could tuck away to hold close to her heart when they left her.

God, why did it hurt so much just to think about the guys going on with their lives without her? It felt like a knife to the heart.

Callie almost gasped at the revelation of why it hurt so much.

Because I love them! Both of them!

Fuck!

That wasn’t good. Not good at all. It was too soon—far too soon.

But the feeling refused to be denied.

Now what was she supposed to do?

Spencer put his big hands on her waist and dragged her closer, disrupting her troubled thoughts when he stood to press her to his strong body. She gladly gave in, needing to feel his heat, his passion. Instead of letting him make the first move, she flattened her breasts against his chest, loving how her nipples hardened through her thin shirt. Touching Spencer, touching Hammond, made her so hot so quickly, she seemed to lose all her control. Threading her arms around his neck, she kissed him, forcing her tongue in his mouth and swallowing his responding groan.

His palms slipped to her ass, jerking her against his hard cock. She wiggled her hips, letting him know she not only felt his desire, she returned it.

The sound of dishes shattering made Callie whip her head around. Hammond had cleared the table with one quick sweep of his arm. When her gaze caught his, the heat there threatened to burn her. She didn’t care if the fire consumed her. She threw him a sultry smile and said, “I take it we’re not heading to the bed.”

Instead of answering her, Hammond snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her away from Spencer. Lifting her to fit his front to her back, he ground his pelvis against her, the length of his erection rubbing her backside. “I can’t wait that long, Callie.”

“Fine with me.” Even though she was entirely at Hammond’s mercy, her toes dangling off the floor, she crooked her finger at Spencer. “C’mon, honey. Join us.”

Hammond put her back on her feet and started unbuttoning her shorts at the same time Spencer whipped her shirt over her head. Since she hadn’t bothered to put on her tattered bra, the cool air made her already stiff nipples harden into tight pebbles.

Spencer’s stare was so appreciative, she felt her cheeks flush with color. “You’ve got the best tits, baby.”

Before she could reply to that statement, Hammond pushed her shorts and panties over her hips. When they puddled at her feet, she kicked them aside. “Your turn,” she said as she reached for Spencer’s waistband.

He didn’t even give her a chance to help. Both men stripped faster than she thought possible. Callie looked from one hard cock to the next, absolutely amazed at how two men that well-endowed and that handsome were so attracted to a skinny girl like her. Instead of questioning that miracle, she chose to indulge in it. She wrapped her fingers around both their erections, loving how her guys responded to her with soft moans. “How exactly are the three of us supposed to have sex on a table?” she asked as she stroked them.

Hammond smiled. “One of us fucks you while you suck the other.”

“I see. How do we decide who gets fucked and who gets sucked?”

He shrugged. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Spencer replied. “Either way, we all win.”

“Good point,” Hammond said, sitting on the table and scooting to the middle. “Come on, wildcat. Ride me.”

“Gladly.” Callie squeaked in surprise when Spencer lifted her up onto the table. She gave him a murmured thank you, then straddled Hammond’s hips. Her fingers encircled his cock. Damn, but she loved how silky his skin felt and how thick he could grow, thick enough her fingers and thumb couldn’t meet around him. She stroked his length, rubbing the drops of fluid emerging from the slit with her thumb around the swollen head and savoring the hot stare coming from his handsome eyes.

“I want you,” he said, his voice so full of desire, she shuddered in response.

“I want you too.” Callie settled over him and guided him to her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he pushed up into her, filling her completely and drawing a cry as her pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Before she could even reply, he rattled on. “I’m sorry, Callie. I just go a little…crazy with you.”

She leaned down and kissed him, letting their tongues mate lazily before pushing herself back up. “You didn’t hurt me, honey. You feel wonderful inside me.” Squeezing him tightly with her internal muscles, she tried to show him just how amazing he made her feel, loving the snug fit of his cock deep inside her and the feel of him sliding in and out.

Spencer was on the table, kneeling next to Hammond’s shoulder. His hard dick seemed to be reaching out to her, so Callie wrapped her fingers around it, stroking from tip to root and then cradling his firm balls in her hand. His smile and the way his breath deepened made her grin, and when pre-cum seeped from the tip, she leaned down to taste him.

The salty flavor raced over her tongue, making Callie suck hard to try to pull more from Spencer. His groan and another spurt of hot fluid were her rewards. Using her tongue and suction, she tried to drive him mad, a task she realized she was succeeding at when his hands settled on the back of her head as if to hold her there.

Hammond’s hands gripped her hips, and he rocked up to meet her. Being able to love both her men at the same time was wonderful, but she always enjoyed it more when they felt a connection as well. Pulling back, she took Hammond’s hand and led it to Spencer’s cock. After the briefest moment of hesitation, his fingers closed around the shaft and began to stroke. With a smile, Callie took the crown in her mouth and tried to drive him to climax with her teeth and tongue.

Hammond’s surrender came first as he arched up, pounding deep inside Callie again and again without releasing the hold he had on Spencer. With a near shout, he flooded her womb with heat, setting off Callie’s own release. Her heartbeat roaring in her ears, she let the orgasm consume her as she sucked hard on Spencer’s cock. She reached for his sac to give it a gentle squeeze, hoping to make him come with her and Hammond.

With a low growl, Spencer pushed into her mouth, tangled his fingers in her hair, and filled her mouth with his semen. She continued to lick and suck until she was sure he was done, then pushed up to smile at her men.

“Damn, wildcat,” Hammond said, his hands settling back on her hips to caress her skin. “Gets better every time.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Spencer added, still looking a little dazed, which made Callie smile even broader.

“Next time,” she said, hoping to give them something to look forward to, “we’re going to try something…different.”

The men’s eyes widened. She’d clearly gained their attention and had to keep herself from laughing at their eagerness.

“What’s different?” Spencer asked.

“It’ll have to be a surprise,” she replied, wanting to keep them on the edge and loving how Hammond’s cock began to harden inside her again. She lifted herself off him, crawled off the table, and threw them what she hoped was an enigmatic smile. “Just be patient, and I promise you’ll be well rewarded.”

Chapter 6

“But I don’t want to stay on the ship,” Callie said, trying hard not to sound like a pouty child being left behind by her parents when they went on an outing. She flopped into the pilot’s seat, mostly because she knew it irritated Hammond to see her in “his” chair. The man was very possessive of his ship, often mentioning that he didn’t even like Spencer doing the flying. Why were men always so damned territorial?

“We told you, baby,” Spencer replied. “These guys are bad news. Let us protect you.”

Hammond put a hand on her shoulder, a move she found condescending enough when paired with Spencer’s remark to slap that hand away. “Aw, c’mon, Callie. Trust us on this one. You’re better off not knowing what’s going on here. Ignorance really
can
be bliss sometimes.”

“What’s there to protect me from? You’re bringing them the money,” she insisted. “They should be happy with you.”
Maybe happy enough to help my kids…

From their stern frowns, she knew that both Spencer and Hammond saw right through her. She wanted to beg their contacts to let her keep the Ampirica to take back to Bromond, and they simply weren’t going to allow it. Guilt weighed heavy on her shoulders as she thought about how she’d abandoned the children who needed her. Instead of doing everything she could to help them, she was drowning in the happiness she’d found in the arms of the men she loved—men who were probably going to be leaving her.
Soon
.

She did have to admit that they didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get her off the
Ecstasy
. Even though they’d docked and contacted their…associates—what else could she call criminal conspirators?—neither Hammond nor Spencer had mentioned her leaving. Not once. When she said something about going out and trying to find Lyrianna’s place to see if she could discover any clues to her whereabouts or retrieve any of her sister’s things, they’d all but grounded her to the ship like some kind of teenager who’d broken curfew.

At least they weren’t in a hurry to part ways with her, which made Callie hold onto some hope that they’d developed some feelings for her—perhaps not as strong as the feelings she held for them. But maybe some tender emotions were hiding behind all the macho bravado.

Hammond reached into a cubby on the com, popped it open, and plucked out two receivers. He wiggled one in his ear and handed the other to Spencer, who pushed it in his own ear. Tapping a few controls, Hammond said, “Test. One. Two.” Then he smiled. “Recording’s on.”

An incoming hail set a light blinking on the copilot’s com, and Spencer opened the link. “We’re here, boys! Ready when you are,” a singsong feminine voice called.

Callie bristled, her temper rising suddenly at the notion they were going to meet a woman. Jealousy flared hard and hot despite the fact she knew why they’d arranged this meeting. No way should her heart be
that
tangled up with these men in such a hurry. But she’d lost that organ to them already—the amount of time it had taken was irrelevant. “Who’s that?” she asked before she could stop herself. The fact she was drumming her fingers on the com had to be telling as well, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.