Something Sparked-nook (18 page)

It was overwhelming. Amazing.

And then, it was the moment of truth. Luc lifted his head, his finger poised at the opening to her body. Her sudden stillness captured Diego’s attention and he released her nipple with a pop.

None of them spoke, none of them dared to breathe, as Luc slowly slid his finger inside.

Her heart was racing, but it wasn’t fear driving the pounding force.

“More,” she demanded when he reached the hilt and held still. Simply having him inside wasn’t enough. It felt…good. She wanted—needed—more.

Luc smiled. He pulled his finger out and returned with two. Jeannette’s eyes closed, a blissful sigh escaping as Luc moved in and out. He curved his fingers on one inward thrust, finding a spot that had her hips jerking up in response.

“G-spot,” Diego murmured. He was lying next to her, his hand cupping her breast as he studied her face. “Jesus, Jeannette. You’re so beautiful.”

She turned to kiss him, keeping the touch brief. “I want you, too.”

Diego didn’t hesitate. The hand cupping her breast began its slow descent along her body, stroking her stomach, her hip. Luc pulled his fingers out of her, letting Diego take his place.

While Luc had touched her with care, finesse, Diego gave her what she’d asked for.

More.

He pressed three fingers inside. While they stretched her, it didn’t hurt. Instead, she felt wicked, naughty, sexy.

Every inhibition fell away, revealing something even Jeannette hadn’t realized lived beneath her skin. Speaking the words, releasing her fears had set her free. For the first time, she didn’t feel alone or scared or judged.

She felt desired. Wanted.

And it made her want things she’d never wanted before.

“Harder,” she demanded as Diego thrust inside. He didn’t immediately comply, so she reached up, gripped his hair in her fingers and tugged it. He winced, but she knew about his penchant for pain. Knew he liked it rough.

Apparently she did too. “I’m tired of feeling nothing. Harder. Please.”

Diego’s eyes narrowed. “You can have control tonight, Jeannette, but don’t think for one second I’m going to be some passive puppy dog waiting for your commands in bed. I have a few demands of my own for you.”

His darkly sensual threat triggered a fresh round of arousal. She was soaking wet and that fact wasn’t lost on her lover. He grinned slyly. “You like the idea of that.”

She nodded.

Why the hell would she deny it?

Diego’s fingers began to move faster, and every conscious thought was driven from her head. Especially when Luc added his fingers to the play, stroking her clit.

It was there in an instant. Bliss.

She splintered into a million pieces, only vaguely aware that she was screaming as she came.

“God, angel,” Luc whispered in her ear, and then he started placing soft kisses on her cheek. “I’ll never get tired of watching you come.”

Jeannette smiled, and then realized they were both lying next to her, flanking her in their usual spots. They’d pulled the covers up.

“Wait. You guys didn’t—”

“Shhh,” Diego hushed her. “Not tonight.”

“But…” There was no denying they were both still hard. Their cocks were brushing against her hips. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

Luc chuckled. “We’re fine, Jeannette. We’re not going to rush this.”

She knew he was being nice, but she couldn’t help sulking. “But what if I want more?”

Diego twisted her away from him, spooning her from behind. His erection was nestled between her legs, but he made no move to put it anywhere else. “Go to sleep, baby. I was rougher with you than I should have been and there’s a good chance you’ll be sore in the morning. I promised not to hurt you, remember?”

“That didn’t hurt.” God, what they’d done to her was light-years away from hurt.

Luc grasped her arm and tucked it around his waist before placing a soft kiss to her brow. “And we’re going to make sure it stays that way.”

Then, because Luc was sweet and always looking for ways to make her happy, he added, “We’ll play more in the morning.”

“Promise?” she asked, surprised by the sudden drowsiness in her voice.

“Promise,” he whispered.

Diego was the first to rouse. The bright light in the room told him they’d slept later than normal. He grinned when he realized Jeannette hadn’t woken up once during the night. For the first time since she had moved in with them, she’d slept through without any nightmares or panic attacks.

His mind replayed their conversation last night. It made him sick to think of everything she had suffered. To lose her parents was devastating enough, but to be raped only months later. To be left alone, without a mother to comfort her, to help her recover. He could only imagine the pain. The fact that she’d come through it at all was a testament to her strength, her courage.

Suddenly, her reasons for building such high, impenetrable walls made sense.

Which was why her trust in them left him in awe. Humbled. She was a good, kind person and sometimes he struggled to understand what she saw in him. He was Diego Rodriguez. He’d grown up on the wrong side of the tracks and he’d done some things to survive that he wasn’t particularly proud of. Stolen money and food. Hustled people. Gotten into fights. Lied.

On top of that, he had a hot temper and a pushy, my-way-or-the-highway nature.

He lifted his head and spotted Luc lying on his stomach, his face turned toward them, snoring lightly. Diego smiled.

Luc was the first person to ever love him, to accept him for who he was, rough edges and all. Whenever he looked at Jeannette, he saw that same emotion, felt that same approval. They made him want to be a better man. There wasn’t anything in the world he wouldn’t do to keep this unusual, perfect family of three together.

“Good morning,” Jeannette whispered, her voice thick with sleep.

He glanced down, surprised to find her awake and looking at him.

“Sorry,” she said. “You were in the middle of a deep thought, weren’t you?”

He nodded.

“Care to share?”

“I love you.”

He hadn’t meant to blurt the words out like that. If he had a romantic bone in his body, he would have taken her out for a special meal, bought her roses or something. Waited until they weren’t naked between crumpled sheets with sleep-tousled hair and morning breath.

One look at her face told him Jeannette didn’t give a damn about romance. “I love you, too.”

Luc stirred. “I’m going to pretend you two weren’t just sharing a
moment
without me.”

“I love you, too, jackass.” Diego had never said that to Luc. Not once. It had always seemed like a corny, wimpy thing to say. His best friend knew how he felt, so he didn’t see the need to embarrass them with girlie sentiments.

Diego had expected his words to produce either a smile or a laugh from his never-too-serious friend, so he was surprised when Luc flipped to his back with a loud sigh.

“I can’t believe I’m here,” Luc admitted.

“What do you mean?” Jeannette asked.

“When I lost my mom, I guess I sort of thought that was it, you know? I mean, she was my only family and she was gone. Figured that meant I’d be alone for the rest of my life.”

Jeannette reached over to hold Luc’s hand. Diego listened, fascinated. Luc had never shared these feelings with him. He thought he knew everything about his best friend.

“Then I met D and I felt less lonely. He filled a big part of that void and for a while, it was enough.”

Diego agreed. Trust didn’t come easy to either of them. Once they’d earned each other’s, they’d battened down the hatches and called it good enough. They hadn’t sought to widen the circle because they’d both been hurt too much.

“Once we turned eighteen, we left the orphanage and got a place of our own. We were working two jobs each and it was rare when we got time off together. One night, we did. So we hit a bar, got a little tipsy and met a girl.”

Diego grinned. “Donna.”

Jeannette narrowed her eyes, though she didn’t look angry. “Should I be jealous of Donna?”

“Hell no,” Luc replied with a laugh. “She had bleached-blonde hair and the strongest Jersey accent I’ve ever heard. I’m still not sure I understood half of what she said that night.”

“Why do I feel like there should be a ‘but’ at the end of that sentence?” she asked.

Luc winked at her. “But she had a cute butt and a great laugh and she was into us. Both of us. Said she’d always wanted to hook up with two guys at the same time. It’s not like Diego and I hadn’t seen each other naked, so we said yes. Went back to our place and realized we’d been too hasty in keeping other people out. We were both attracted to women and it was just…I don’t know…”

Diego did. “Better. We were good as a couple, but with a woman, it was so much better.”

“So you started going out with women…together?”

Diego nodded. “Yeah.”

“Any serious girlfriends?”

Diego wanted to laugh at the slight tinge of jealousy in Jeannette’s tone, but more than that, he wanted her to understand exactly what she meant to him. To them. “Not a single one. Until you.”

“Oh.” Her pleasure at his response was almost tangible. Then she turned back to Luc. “But I’m still confused. Why can’t you believe you’re here?”

“Everything I’ve ever wanted in my life is in this bed with me. It’s going to take some time to get used to feeling this happy, for me to believe it’s real and that it’s going to last.”

Jeannette’s eyes misted with tears. “Me too.”

“Me too. How do you feel this morning?” Diego asked, still worried that he’d hurt her.

“Horny,” she confessed.

Luc laughed. “Me too.”

Diego wished he could let go of his anxiety, but for all intents and purposes, this was Jeannette’s first time. He wanted it to be special. “Jeannette…” he started.

She shook her head. “No. No more worrying, Diego. No more stress or fear. We turned that corner last night. Let’s just keep moving forward.”

Luc pulled the covers down and lightly slapped her bare ass. She giggled.

“What do you say we get a shower?” Luc suggested.

Jeannette sat up, her face excited. “All of us together?”

Diego rose from the bed. “That sounds good to me. We can do a little pre-gaming while we’re there.”

Jeannette rolled her eyes. “Is that your dude way of saying foreplay?”

Luc reached for Jeannette’s hand, tugging her out of bed. “I don’t care what anyone calls it. So long as we do it.”

She gave both of them a saucy wink before rushing toward the bathroom. Diego was busting at the seams to be with her, but his desires didn’t seem to hold a candle to Jeannette’s.

She had the water running by the time he and Luc made it to the bathroom. None of them had bothered throwing on robes. Diego was pleased to see her unease, her shyness, had vanished.

Luc stepped beneath the steamy jets first, and then reached out for Jeannette. Diego stepped in last, chuckling as he stood bone-dry at the end of the line. “I need to put in another showerhead on this side.”

“We need a big bathtub, too. One of those Jacuzzi types,” Luc added.

Jeannette looked around. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to squeeze all of that into this tiny bathroom.”

Diego shrugged as an idea niggled. “Then we’ll move. Build ourselves a big house.”

Jeannette glanced over her shoulder at him. “Wow. That was quite a leap. We haven’t even had sex yet and you’ve got us all buying a house together.”

“I know how this is going to end,” he said as he placed a kiss at the nape of her neck.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“Just like those fairy tales do. Happily ever after.”

Jeannette turned to face him. As she did, a bit of the hot water found its way to his front. Then she made him even wetter as she rubbed her damp chest against his.

“I always was a sucker for
Beauty and the Beast
.”

Diego kissed her, both of them jumping slightly when Luc’s hands reached around her. His friend’s hands were soapy and Luc lost no time rubbing the fresh-scent lather over Jeannette’s breasts. Then he reached down to rub the soap along Diego’s erection.

They each took turns scrubbing all the essentials. Diego suspected he’d never been so clean in his entire life. He was panting by the time Luc turned off the water. His balls were so full, they physically hurt.

“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Luc said, voicing exactly what Diego was thinking.

“Me either,” Jeannette confided. None of them reached for a towel. Instead, they walked back to the bedroom, heedless of the water dripping on the floor.

Once there, the three of them fell to the mattress in a pile of slick bodies, kissing, touching, licking. They were starving beggars set free at a feast. All semblance of control had vanished as they fought to consume and be consumed.

But despite the overwhelming need to take Jeannette, Diego still couldn’t shake off his concerns about hurting her.

Jeannette could sense both of her lovers holding back. They were born protectors. If she didn’t take matters into her own hands, they’d never get past this obstacle.

As always, the men had tucked her between them as they took turns kissing and touching. When Luc released her, the two of them coming up for air, she twisted quickly before Diego could move. She came over Diego, pinning him beneath her, her legs straddling his hips.

From his expression, she could see she’d surprised him. She also spotted the slightest trace of concern.

“Easy, angel,” he urged, when she lifted her hips, intent on taking him inside her. He gripped her tightly, holding her back from her desired target.

“No, Diego. No more stalling.”

He glanced to Luc, no doubt for support. She had apparently freaked-out the two strong, powerful, self-confident men. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about that.

“Please,” she added.

Diego released her hips, reaching to cup her face. He dragged her down for a sweet kiss. “I think you might have the right idea here, actually.”