Two for Tamara (6 page)

Rafe folded his arms over his chest, fighting the urge to toss Tamara in the middle of the bed and take control.

Tamara shivered and climbed into the middle of the bed, her beautiful body bare except for the tiny scrap of material she called panties. She rose up on her elbows and stared at Vin and then Rafe through passion-filled eyes. Her hair wasn’t nearly tousled enough for Rafe. He wanted to wrap his fists in the silky length while he fucked her, and while he watched Vin make her scream in ecstasy.

She stroked her tongue across her bottom lip, and he wanted nothing more than to feel that same caress all over his body, but first he had to possess her completely.

With his eyes holding hers, Rafe kicked his jeans and boots off.

Vin stood on one side of the bed stroking his own erection, his eyes never leaving the woman on the bed.

“
How do you want to do this?”
Rafe wanted to claim her. Wanted to know what it felt like to become one with his—their—Fated.

“
I don’t think she’s ready for a complete bond.”
The regret in his best friend’s voice echoed in his own heart and soul.

For a triad to complete the bond with their Fated they all needed to be connected. Of course, they didn’t know this until Max and Malcolm had connected with their Fated Selena.

“Um, guys…I think we should maybe talk about this.”

The hesitation in her voice made them both freeze. Her beautiful eyes, full of passion only moments before, now clouded with panic. “While I’m no virgin, I don’t think those are going to fit in my vajayjay.”

Vin burst out laughing. Rafe, being the smarter of the two, put one knee on the bed, followed by the other, until he was completely covering Tamara with his body like a blanket. “Baby, I promise your vajayjay will fit us just fine.” He rested most of his weight on his elbows and legs, his erection trapped between them. He leaned down close enough to inhale her scent, filling his lungs with the uniqueness that was Tamara.

“We will make sure you’re more than ready for us, Tamara.” Vin lay next to Tamara and brushed her hair back from her face.

She lay completely still beneath him, lips parted, eyes slightly open as if she was weighing their words. Rafe lowered his body a fraction more, so they were breasts to chest, thigh to thigh, with their hearts beating between them. His nuts were drawn up so tight against the
V
of her pussy, his dick nestled on the soft cushion of her stomach, and he didn’t think he’d ever been this close to heaven. But he paused.

“What are you waiting for?” She sounded puzzled, breathless.

“Something we’ve waited for thousands of years, dreamed of for even longer,” Rafe said, lowering his head. “I want to do this right,
omorfia mou
. I want to be so close to you that you won’t know where you end and we begin.” He licked up her neck.

Tamara turned her head toward Vin. “I didn’t know he was a poet.”

“He’s absolutely right. We only want to make love to you. Let us love you, Tamara.”

She smiled, blinked, and then the grin spread across her face. “Yes please. But, just so we are all on the same page, the back door is an exit only.”

Rafe blinked, then buried his face in Tamara’s neck to control the laughter, but Vin obviously still wasn’t the smartest man in the bed. Vin laughed, and Rafe was sure if he’d not had a hold of both Tamara’s hands, and wasn’t covering her body with his own, she’d have beat the shit out of his best friend.

Tamara bucked her body up, trying to get to Vin who was still laughing. “I’m serious.”

Rafe lifted himself up on his elbows, hoping Vin would stop before their woman decided to call a halt to their lovemaking.

Vin thrust his fingers into her hair. “I’m sorry. Truly. Can you just keep an open mind, and know that we would never”—he kissed her—“ever do anything that would hurt you.”

Her chin jerked up and then down in a short, sharp nod. “Okay. I trust you. But if you hurt me, then I get to hurt you. Deal?”

Rafe narrowed his eyes. “I’m sure I’m going to regret this, but deal.”

Vin was quick in his agreement. They sealed it with a kiss.

“Can we get back to what we started now?” She sounded breathless, which was a far cry from scared. He liked her that way much better.

“Yes, dear.” Rafe kissed her fully then, no teasing. Several lifetimes of want and need were poured into the kiss, into the contact of his tongue tangling with hers.

He moved away to allow Vin to kiss their Fated, and trailed kisses down the line of her jaw to the taut cords of her throat and beyond. Her nipples were twin taut peaks of rosy flesh. She cried out, arched her back, and thrust her breasts closer to his mouth. Gods, but he loved the sounds she made. He engulfed first one and then the other nipple into his mouth, sharing the texture with Vin through their link.

Moving down, he sucked and licked his way along her flat, muscular belly, nuzzling the tiny thatch of dark hair at the top of her pussy. He shifted onto his knees and pushed her thighs apart so he could kneel between them. Her folds were soaked with her own juices, pink and plump, and so damn sexy he wanted to feast on her forever.

Looking down at his own erection, his dick looked huge, flushed with blood. He could understand her trepidation. But they would fit, and he’d make sure it was good for her, ensuring she climaxed several times before he even thought about entering her. Only then would he allow himself to slip inside.

He gripped her ass with his hands and lifted her, looped her legs over his shoulder, spreading her thighs wide for his gaze. The slick petals of her sex called to him. He dipped his head and stroked her with the flat of his tongue, lapping up the cream until she was twisting beneath him.

Tamara’s legs squeezed his head as he found her clit and sucked it into his mouth. She arched and screamed his name, her body thrashing in the middle of a climax. Rafe pushed one and then two fingers into her spasming pussy, pulsing them in and out while letting her ride out the wave of orgasm.

When her inner muscles began to ease their ripple effect, he sat back on his heels and smoothed her legs from his shoulders. The perfectly content look on her face was one he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life.

* * * *

Vin twisted and played with Tamara’s breasts while his best friend brought their Fated to orgasm. He nearly embarrassed himself from the sounds she made when she came. Seeing Rafe pump his fingers in and out of her wet sheath, slowly easing her down from an explosive orgasm, Vin wanted to lick the cream flowing from her.

She lay there spent, her eyes closed. But they had just begun.

He ran a gentle hand down her chest and tapped her nipple. Her body jerked in response.

“Round two?” Tamara blinked up at Vin.

Rafe rolled over to lie on her other side, giving Vin access to her body. “Oh yeah, and then we will go for three and four.”

“You guys are going to kill me.”

Laughing, Vin returned his attention to the taut nipples that were red from his and Rafe’s mouths and fingers. He scraped his fingernails down the planes of her stomach, merely teasing, eliciting a giggle. “Oh, I think our
Moira
is ticklish.” Both he and Rafe had kept from calling her their Fated, but the Greek word slipped out. Vin dipped his hand between her thighs, feeling the evidence of her arousal.

With her thighs still spread, Vin crawled between and lay flat on his stomach. His lips found the hard bundle of nerves at the top, and she pushed up against him. He rolled his tongue around her clit, and her hips arched off the bed, almost throwing him off.

Connecting with Rafe, he showed him what he wanted. Within seconds, he had one big arm across Tamara’s hips, holding her down.

Vin lifted Tamara’s buttocks up and speared her deep with his tongue, before replacing it with two fingers. Her inner muscles clenched and jerked. He gathered some of her cream and brought it to her back hole with his other hand. At the same time his lips found her clit again. His balls were so tight, he shifted against the bed for a little relief. Rolling her clit around in his mouth, he waited until her body was on the brink of orgasm, massaging his well-lubed finger in a circular motion around the tight rosette of her ass. When she began pushing back, wanting that finger inside her ass, he pushed inside just a bit, working in and out a little at a time. With the flat of his tongue, he worried the hard little nub and slipped two, and then three fingers into her tight rear hole, stretching her for them before plunging deep.

Tamara screamed, her head tossed back, as the walls of her pussy flexed around his fingers, rippled around them as he continued to plunge them in and out while she rode out the wave.

Vin rolled off and squeezed his own dick at the base of his cock.

Rafe and he were like one, in perfect accord, and his best friend took his place between Tamara’s thighs.

If this was how she was going to die, Tamara was okay with it. In fact, she was ready to sign the papers right then and there.

The feel of a hot, hard body covering her again, and something much larger than fingers or a tongue between her thighs, brought her eyes flying open to see Rafe poised above her. He had that monster he’d assured her would fit in his right hand, but it was the anxiety in his eyes that gave her the courage to raise her arms and welcome him into her body.

“I’ll go slowly,” he promised.

She nodded. The head was flushed a deep purple, and as he slipped between her thighs she fell back and closed her eyes.

“Hey. Look at me.” Vin turned her face to him. His hand went between her and Rafe.

She was sure she couldn’t come again, that her clit was too sensitive to be touched, but Vin’s fingers proved her wrong.

Rafe entered her an inch at a time. So slowly she swore it would take him forever before he was fully seated. With Vin playing with her clit and sucking on her breasts, she didn’t feel any pain, only a slight burn that turned to complete bliss. She wanted to have him fill her completely. Her hips lifted and pressed forward to get his thick shaft deeper, until every inch of him was in her. Finally, when his groin was flush with hers, she stared up into his dark-as-night eyes and realized she wanted to spend forever with these two amazing men. She turned to see Vin was propped up on his elbow staring at them. She reached out to pull him into a deep kiss, wanting him to be connected to her too. She cursed the fates, for allowing her to come to the realization that she was completely and totally in love with not one but two men, only to take it all away so soon.

With a groan, Rafe started thrusting, going deep and then pulling out. She loved the sound of their flesh slapping, loved the feel of his balls hitting her rear on every downward stroke. Gods, but she actually enjoyed having Vin’s finger there too.

Tamara was lost to everything, except the sensation of lips and tongue, and being filled and loved by two men. Time didn’t matter, her world narrowed down to being with Rafe and Vin, to how it felt to finally know what love was.

Each time Rafe withdrew she whimpered, and then gasped as he pushed back inside. His thrusts sped up. Her body became attuned to his, taking everything he offered and wanting more. She closed her eyes, feeling the tug of Vin’s mouth on her breasts, sending an echo to her clit. The orgasm she was sure she’d not reach again was close.

“Come for me,
omorfia mou
,” Rafe whispered. And just like that the tingle started in her toes and worked its way up.

“Yes, god…yes,” she screamed.

Vin released her nipple with a pop.

Rafe continued to thrust his hips, his hands holding her thighs wide until he too groaned out his own satisfaction. He bent and kissed Tamara long and hard. “
S’agapo
,” he murmured.

Tamara met Vin’s eyes. “What?”

As Rafe rolled to the side of the bed Vin wasted no time. She expected him to be a gentle lover, but wasn’t surprised to find he was every bit as large as Rafe, and a bit impatient.

“Good god almighty. Seriously?” Tamara wasn’t sure how he or Rafe packed all that into their jeans.

“We are size appropriate, love.” Vin winked.

She raised her hands and held them apart. “That is size appropriate.”

Vin stuck his bottom lip out. “Can we discuss this later?”

Tamara laughed. He was just too darn cute.

He dropped down on top of her and rolled. She was still laughing when he sat her astride him. “Do you know how to ride, darling?”

“I think I can figure it out.” She placed her hands on his muscular chest. Neither he nor Rafe had any hair on their chests, but both had a happy trail leading to their groins.

She worried first one, then the other flat male nipple with her tongue, then nipped it with her teeth.

He gripped her hips with his large hands, and while she was rubbing back and forth, teasing them both, he plunged inside her in one swift push.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned.

“Oh, Vin…” Tamara tossed her head back. He stretched her, gave her no respite. His hands lifted her and brought her back down. He set up a punishing rhythm. And she relished it, sliding down his cock as if he were big enough to split her in two. Only he and Rafe were right. They were made for her, and she was made for them.

Vin groaned, the sound so carnal she knew he was close. His head was tipped back, the cords of muscles in his neck standing out. She had an urge to lean forward and bite him. A hand at her back, pressing her forward, settled the internal debate.

A finger rubbed against her ass, but the pounding of Vin in her pussy and the constant friction against her clit had her close to coming again.

* * * *

Rafe waited to catch his breath after the most explosive orgasm of his life. He had enough sense to roll over but wasn’t able to stop himself from saying those three little words.