Their Virgin’s Secret, Masters of Menage, Book 2 (14 page)

“Get that plug out and get inside her, Burke. I don’t know how much longer I can last. Fuck, she feels so good.” Cole groaned against her ear, spreading kisses across her cheek, brushing his lips over her mouth.

Jessa felt the bed dip as Burke climbed on. His hands moved tenderly over her ass, and the plug slid out. She sighed, tightened. Cole was still thick inside her body, holding her impaled against him, but now she felt the loss of the plug. Her ass felt empty.

But not for long. Cole soothed his hand down her back as Burke spread her cheeks. She whimpered as she felt him spread more lube on her anus, preparing her to take something far larger than the plug.

“It’s going to be so good, baby. We’re going to fill you completely,” Cole murmured, his hips moving in lazy, teasing thrusts.

Every time he rubbed her clit, a little aftershock sent more pleasure through her that just added to the sweet aftermath of her stunning climax. As they touched, soothed, and worked, she felt boneless and momentarily sated. She let them have their way—just like they’d planned.

Cole’s hands tightened around her, hugging her as she felt Burke’s cock at the rim of her untried hole.

“Sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” Burke said as he gently stroked himself in, taking her in increments, forcing his cock inside in neat little thrusts. “You feel
so
good.”

“It burns.” Far more than the plug, in fact. She gritted her teeth. It wasn’t pain exactly but it wasn’t comfortable.

“It’s all right,” Cole whispered. “It’s going to be okay. Let him in, baby. Arch your back.”

She lifted her ass a bit higher, pressing her breasts against Cole’s chest. His heart beat loudly with hers as the burn of Burke’s dick sinking a bit deeper seared her. He worked his way inside her, bumping against the tight muscles of her ass.

“Push out against me,” Burke gritted out, taking her hips in hand and lifting her ass higher.

Jessa pushed out, wondering if he would really fit inside her. A moment later, he popped past the barrier and slowly filled her with his cock.

God. She had to force herself to breathe. They were everywhere, so deep and all around her. Her world was filled with Burke and Cole.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Burke’s voice was tentative. His hands gripped her hips, betraying his tension as he thrust gently.

“Please be all right, Jessa.” Cole’s face was tight, his brow knitted together, jaw clenched.

Something about the big bad Dom begging her to accept them made her smile. She pushed back, wiggling against Burke. Nerves she’d never known she had lit up. She shook with the sensation, and as they filled her in tandem with deep breaths and guttural moans, she trembled with need, quickly rushing to the edge of pleasure. She cried out.

“Oh, that’s it, sweetheart. Let it go. Let it happen.” Burke clutched her hips as he thrust in.

Cole groaned when she seesawed back his way. “This is perfect, the three of us together. The way it should be.”

Every way she moved brought her pleasure. Cole filled her pussy, his thick dick striking at her G-spot when he pushed up. Burke dragged his cock out almost to the rim of her asshole, marking the path with burning pleasure, before he shoved deep again, forcing her to grind her clit against Cole.

They set a brutal pace. Jessa gave up trying to control it. She became what they had warned, their pleasure toy, a soft, sweet thing they passed between them. She would have fought it if they’d treated her that way outside the bedroom, but instead, they treated her like a princess, with courtesy, always thinking of her wants and needs. They made it easy to give over to them here, to be pulled and pushed as they fought for pleasure. She felt like they’d been fused together, formed into one unit as they worked inside her. As they made love, they were whole.

All the languor from her previous orgasm was gone. A new driving pressure built again, surging, searing, until little pleas and whimpers fell from her mouth.

“Help her, Burke. I’m dying here,” Cole growled.

Burke’s arm wrapped around as he drove into her, one relentless thrust after another. He reached between her and Cole and found her clit, rubbing it with sweet friction. Cole thrust up. Every sensation in her body turned molten and converged. They sent her flying again, this time higher and longer than ever before as she screamed their names.

Jessa bucked against them, trying to prolong the pleasure. Cole thrust up, his face contorting as he came inside her. She could feel the hot wash of his seed flooding her.

Burke groaned behind her, his grip on her hips punishing as he held her tight and forced his cock in until she could feel his balls against her ass. He thrust in and out, filling her ass with his come until finally he fell forward, his front plastering her back.

They relaxed into a heap, Jessa safe and warm between them. She fell asleep, happy to have a piece of each inside her.

* * * *

Jessa woke slowly, reaching for them. Every muscle in her body felt deliciously used. She stretched and yawned. She kept her eyes closed, letting her mind wander a bit. It was New Year’s Day. She was looking at a whole new year, a whole new life—one with Burke and Cole.

“Sweetheart?”

She opened her eyes. There was a reason she hadn’t felt them next to her. They both stood by the bed, fully dressed in suits and ties and expensive shoes. She could smell coffee and the deliciously savory scent of bacon. She sat up, pulling the sheet with her, anxiety starting to penetrate her brain.

“What’s happening?”

No answer.

Not only were they dressed, their faces were grave. They didn’t look like two men who were happy that they’d spent the night making love to their woman. They looked like men who were leaving. They looked to each other, having one of those silent conversations. She just knew they were trying to figure out how to deal with her.

Her stomach turned. “At least you didn’t sneak out. I guess that’s something.”

Burke got to one knee. “Sweetheart, we are not sneaking out.”

“But you are leaving.” She could see it plainly on his face.

“Yes,” Cole said.

She could always count on Cole to state the facts without sugarcoating. Burke would try to put the best sheen on it. Cole didn’t bother. She turned to him. “Do I get an explanation, or do you just say ‘thanks’ and walk away?”

“I don’t want to leave you, Jessa,” Cole stated, a stark look on his face. “I do
not
want to go. If there was any other way, I wouldn’t ever leave that fucking bed again. But I made promises.”

Tears pricked at her eyes. “What kind of promises?”

Burke took her hand. “We have some friends, sweetheart. They’re having some problems. Family problems. Their cousin is in trouble.”

“What does that have to do with you?”

“We have contacts. We can help her,” Cole stated. His jaw was a stark line, his eyes sunken, as if he hadn’t slept.

Jessa swallowed. What was going on? Were they telling her the truth? Had this all been a scam to get her in bed? If it was, she reasoned, they would have just left. “You have to go now?”

Burke nodded. “Yes. Part of why we were here in New York was to make some inquiries for our friends. We got a call an hour ago. We’ve got a really good lead on her location.”

“I can help. I’ll go with you.”

Cole’s eyes widened with horror. “No. You are
not
coming with us, Jessa. You will stay here, and you will be safe. That is an order.”

The Dom was back. At least he seemed to care. “How long will you be gone?”

Cole sighed and sank down next to Burke, reaching for her other hand. “I hope it’s only a couple of weeks. No more than a month or two. I can’t tell you more than that.”

“What you’re doing…it’s dangerous.” She didn’t make it a question. She knew.

Burke brought her hand to his lips. “That’s why we’re keeping you out of it. The less you know the better.”

She tried to pull away. How was this happening? Last night had been perfect. She’d been safe and loved and looking forward to building something beautiful and lasting with them. Now they were leaving.

“Jessa.” Cole sounded tortured. “Jessa, I love you.”

“Don’t you say that when you’re leaving me.”

He took her face in his hands and fused his stare with hers. “I love you.”

“We love you, Jessa. You’re the one for us,” Burke said, caressing her arm. “We’re going to finish our mission and come back for you. You better be ready to move since our business is in Dallas.”

“We want to marry you, Jessa. We want a life with you. Please don’t think we’re leaving you lightly.” Cole pulled her between them and kissed her.

But they did leave. Two hours later, Jessa showered. She dressed and walked out of the hotel room where she’d lost her virginity and her heart. She went back to work and prayed they would come back to her.

Present Day – Dallas, Texas

Burke woke to the sound of the door slamming. A blast of chilly air smacked him. He sat straight up in bed, shaking off the dream. He’d been back in New York, making love to Jessa, her silken body moving against his. She’d told him she loved him. She’d looked at Cole and whispered those sweet words to his brother, too. Then she took every kiss, touch, and thrust they had to give. He’d replayed that night over and over again in his mind. That last night with her had been the best of his life. The next morning had been one of the worst. Every night since, he’d dreamed about her face as he and Cole had walked away.

“Sorry,” Cole said gruffly, his hands full as he walked into the tiny room. His face was red. He’d obviously been standing in the cold for a while. “I didn’t mean to wake you. The wind is pretty bad out there. It looks like a storm is coming in tonight. I made a couple of calls.”

Jessa was still beside Burke, stretching and rubbing her eyes. Her hair was slightly rumpled from sleep, and she looked perfect to Burke. Despite the danger, all he wanted to do was haul her into his arms, kiss those sensual lips, and sink into her until they were both warm and satisfied. His cock didn’t give a shit that she no longer wanted him.

“Did you call to check on Caleb?” Jessa asked, her voice a little hoarse.

“He’s fine, Jessa,” Cole assured her. “Dex said he slept late, and now he’s having a ball playing with their kids. He’s eating fine, had some cereal and a bottle. He pooped, too. I thought that was weird. Dex just tossed that out there. Was he supposed to tell me that?”

A smile pulled at Jessa’s lips. “He’s obviously a well-trained dad. We moms like to keep up with stuff like that. Babies have touchy digestive systems. He’s in a new place, and his schedule is all messed up. It’s a good sign that he’s eating and playing and pooping.”

“Oh. All right, then. Good information.” Cole put some bags on the table. “I got some breakfast. Just biscuit sandwiches. There’s a fast food place next door. Sorry it’s not—”
The Waldorf
—“anything better, but I didn’t want to be gone long.”

Burke winced at his brother’s mental stutter and got up to grab some coffee. He would need it. There was no doubt in Burke’s mind what his brother had been thinking.

After he’d set up the computers the night before, he’d started downloading everything he had on Delgado. He’d read late into the night, looking for clues, any weakness, before Cole had awakened and made room for him beside Jessa’s soft body, demanding he get some sleep.

She mumbled her thanks. “How long do we have before Marco’s timeline kicks in?”

Burke was brutally aware that the bastard had given them twenty-four hours before this little game began. If they could trust him to wait.

“Seven hours at best. We have some decisions to make.” Cole opened the bag and pulled out a sandwich.

“Can we make decisions with our pants on, please?” Jessa asked, frowning Burke’s way.

Burke shrugged. She hadn’t minded when they were sleeping. Despite her warnings, after she’d dropped off, she’d rolled into Cole’s arms. They’d slept entwined until it was Cole’s watch. Then she’d merely cuddled back against Burke. She might not trust them when she was awake, but when she was vulnerable, she sought out comfort and the security of their embrace.

“It would have been too hot with my pants on.” He declined to mention that it would have been too hot because her body had been pressed to his. He could be a gentleman.

“Burke, those tight little boxer briefs don’t do much to hide the fact that you have an enormous erection. Am I the only one this bothers?”

Cole grunted out a laugh, but Burke simply turned to her, giving her a full view of what sleeping next to her had wrought. She wasn’t going to let him be a gentleman. “Well, sweetheart, that’s what happens when I sleep with my cock nestled against your beautiful ass.”

She gasped, sounding a little like the virgin she’d been before she met them.

Cole smiled her way. It was the smile that always let Burke know his brother was about to throw him under a bus. “Don’t let him fool you, baby. He wakes up like that every morning.”