Dirty Pleasures [Pleasure, Montana 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 7

  Dylan worked hard not to groan. Had Gabe not been in the way, he would have thrust his hips forward. God, but he wanted her so damned bad.

  He glanced downward to make sure her position didn’t prevent Gabe his access. His partner had lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder then planted his mouth on her pussy. Not only were her hips swaying back and forth, but her arched back implied she wanted more pressure on her nipples. He obliged and pinched one of them hard. She stiffened but let out a deep satisfying moan a second later. He didn’t have to look to know his pre-cum was oozing out. He needed her now.

  This time Gabe would have to be satisfied with getting his cock sucked. Next time, they’d switch. When they broached the idea of both taking her, they decided to let her reaction guide them.

  “Gabe, roll her onto her elbows and knees.”

  “Damn,” his friend grumbled. Clearly, he never wanted to stop eating her. Too bad.

  Ceci whimpered. As soon as they flipped her, Dylan crawled behind her. “Don’t worry, sugar, you’ll be real happy we changed position.”

  “You better hurry. I was so close.”

  “Me, too, but there’s so much more touching I need to do.”

  She moaned again. Dylan was ecstatic that Ceci seemed to want them as much as they wanted her.

  Gabe crawled in front, knelt, and waved his cock like a matador flapping his cape. Ceci took the bait and grabbed his balls. Poor Gabe. He didn’t stand a chance.

  As soon as her tongue went to work on Gabe’s cock, Dylan leaned over her back and rubbed her breasts. He was in heaven.

  * * * *

  Ceci was overwhelmed and exhilarated at the same time. She hadn’t felt comfortable being with a man since John’s death, but with Dylan and Gabe, her inhibitions had fallen away. She admitted she was in over her head when it came to keeping her body under control, but hell, what woman could remain even remotely distant with Dylan’s fingers plucking her nipples and his cock jammed against her ass? Her arousal was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. These were not two fumbling boys who didn’t know how to satisfy a woman. These men were experts, knowing when to rub her stomach or her ass, when to touch her clit, and how hard to tug on her nipples.

  She wanted to urge them to move faster and to be rougher, but they’d never cause her any pain. Damn. She loved when the tension was so taut that the ache turned into incredible pleasure.

  She returned her attention to Gabe’s cock and grabbed the thick shaft. His dick twitched, but she suspected he moved it on purpose. Running her thumb up and down his throbbing vein, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm.

  “I won’t last, baby, if you keep doing that.”

  Good. These men knew how to push her close to her climax and then pull back, depriving her of her needed release. Shouldn’t she return the favor? As much as she would have liked to let the men have their way with her, she wanted to show them how much pleasure she could bring them.

  Just as she lifted her mouth to capture Gabe’s dick, Dylan twisted her nipples hard. She yelped and both men stopped moving, probably thinking they’d hurt her, but that was far from the truth. To prove it, she drove her mouth down Gabe’s cock as the ache from her breasts set her pussy on fire.

  Since her mouth was full, she wiggled her ass to let Dylan know she wanted his dick. When he palmed her breasts and pressed his chest to her back instead of plunging into her, she widened her legs. Take me, Dylan.

  He didn’t seem to be in a hurry. What was up with that? As she sucked hard on Gabe, Dylan nibbled on her shoulder. He lifted her wet hair and placed the mass on the other side allowing him to trace a path up her neck and then kiss the sensitive area right below her ear. Who knew she had so many nerves endings there?

  After he continued to suck and kiss and fondle so much of her body, she couldn’t take it any longer and lifted off Gabe’s cock. “Dylan. Fuck me.”

  “Why didn’t you say so?”

  He would so pay for his sassy remark. He had to know damned well what she wanted since her juices were dripping down her leg. A person with a serious head cold could smell her arousal.

  As soon as Dylan placed the head of his cock at her entrance, there was a brief flash of fear that she’d either disappoint them or she’d freak. Then Dylan rubbed her back, and she relaxed, enabling him to ease his way in an inch. He then stopped.

  Her breath caught as his huge cock stretched her wide. She’d only had sex once since John’s death, and her pussy must have shrunk. When she opened her mouth to draw in more air, she broke the suction on Gabe’s cock. Her forte had been multi-tasking, but not anymore as her senses had short-circuited. Oh, my. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be with two men.

  Probably to help her concentrate, Gabe moved out of reach and took over playing with her tits while Dylan rubbed her back with one hand and held onto her shoulder with the other. Dylan pulled out a bit, and she forced her body not to tense. When he thrust back in, chaos descended. The friction, the stretching, and the erotic thrusting catapulted her close to nirvana. She pressed her hips toward Dylan, but Gabe must have wanted to draw her attention away from his partner because he pulled her tender nipples taut, sending another wave of lust straight through her and down to the apex of her thighs.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “If you like that, baby, I can rub your titties harder.”

  That’s exactly what she wanted. “Please.”

  Gabe crawled forward on his knees and presented her with his cock again that was dripping with his juices. She lapped up the pre-cum in his slit. While Dylan’s was salty, Gabe’s had more tang to it. She drew him farther into her mouth and tightened her hold on his cock.

  “That’s it. Take him deep.”

  Gabe pressed on her head, and when she made a strange gurgling sound, he let go. As she lifted her head for air, Dylan drove his cock down her tight channel and she almost came apart at the seams. Shards of bliss splintered her, setting her ablaze.

  She squeezed her eyes, needing to concentrate. She wanted to come with the men and not any earlier, but she was so freaking close to the breaking point.

  “I’m so ready.”

  “Me, too, Wall Street.”

  Knowing they were in this together, she stroked Gabe’s cock and increased the suction. As Gabe inflamed her breasts with need, Dylan pummeled her pussy with power. Together they grunted and groaned, swaying back and forth. The men must have communicated somehow because Dylan reached between her legs and teased her clit, making it swell and throb, while Gabe turned her sensitive nipples into needy, demanding pricks of joy.

  They increased their speed and she followed suit, pumping her hand and bobbing her head to a rhythm only she heard. When Dylan pinched her clit, she fell apart. No longer could she hold her climax at bay and she stopped moving as a sea of total joy slammed into her.

  “I’m coming!” At least that’s what she meant to yell. Instead, her words came out garbled.

  Dylan moved his hands to her ass and squeezed tight. He dropped his chest onto her back and grunted, as his cock expanded and pulsed. Hot jism slammed down her channel.

  Just as she thought nothing could be better, Gabe cupped her cheeks and climaxed, sending his tangy brew deep into her throat. She had just enough time to swallow the avalanche of cum before he pumped out more.

  When he stopped spewing, she licked the top and let out a sigh. Her pussy still vibrated to the pulse of Dylan’s cock. He held her tight until every last drop dripped out of him.

  The bed dipped and Gabe stepped off. The water ran and he returned with a warm, wet cloth. Dylan withdrew and after he gently placed her on her back, Gabe cleaned her up to her satisfaction.

  She was coated in sweat, but instead of rushing to shower, she drew part of the spread over her so she wouldn’t become chilled. Every muscle was so relaxed that she had no energy to move.

  As if the two men had a secret signal, they sat facing her, one on each side.

  Dy
lan rubbed her thigh. “I think we got a little distracted before you were able to tell us something. I’m sorry.”

  That wanted to talk now? “I’m not.” Her smile came out weaker than she’d hoped in part because dread at revealing her role in John’s death caused her stomach to churn. The distraction, as he’d called it, was the break she needed though.

  When her sister’s bodyguard had told her in no uncertain terms that Gabe and Dylan would be watching over her, she hadn’t been happy. But these last ten weeks had allowed her to reevaluate a lot of things. She’d seen them in action and they were truly wonderful men.

  “Go ahead, sugar. We’re here for you.”

  That boosted her confidence. She deeply believed what he said was true. Where should I begin?

  “About four years ago, I met a man named John.”

  Gabe wiggled her foot. “John? You can do better than that. What’s his real name?”

  Gabe always could put her at ease. “His name really is John. John Bean.” She waited for them to make fun of his last name, but they didn’t.

  “Go ahead, baby. Tell us your story.”

  It wasn’t a story, it was the truth, but she wasn’t about to quibble. “John and I met in business school. We’d both worked in the ‘real world’ of finance for a few years before attending Wharton, which gave us a slight advantage over the others.”

  “Nothing like real world experience,” Gabe chimed in, probably to encourage her to continue.

  “Bottom line is we fell in love.” She didn’t miss Gabe’s slight wince. “John was a rather straight-laced man but he had a wild side, too.”

  Dylan raised his brows. “Wild side? Was he into kink?”

  She chuckled at that one. John invented vanilla. “No, he liked to race his motorcycles and—”

  Gabe squeezed her foot again. “We like him already.”

  “Thanks. He had this itch to skydive, too.” She’d leave out the part about how he craved his adrenaline rush to fight his depression. Besides, John was nothing like Gabe’s brother, Craig.

  “And you hated that,” Dylan said.

  Anyone who knew her understood that she wasn’t a risk taker. “I did.”

  “Did something happen with his chute?” Dylan suddenly turned serious.

  “No.” Now came the hard part. She slightly shook her head. “This happened before he ever went. It was my birthday and he’d cooked me dinner at his house.” She sniffled. “The topic of him skydiving came up again and again, and as usual, we got in an argument over his need to jump out of a plane. It was stupid. It was his life, but I wanted to impose my wishes on him.”

  Dylan rubbed her leg. “It wasn’t stupid. You were scared, that’s all.”

  Gabe leaned forward. “I’ll tell you a secret. When I first learned Craig wanted to be a paratrooper, I was scared, too, until I found out how much caution they take with their chutes.” He tapped her toe. “But go ahead.”

  “As I said, I was scared, but scared or not, it was his choice, not mine. Anyway, I was cleaning up the kitchen when he pulled out a carton of Rocky Road ice cream.” She ran her fingers through her still damp hair. “I don’t know what came over me, but I actually yelled at him because he hadn’t gotten cookie dough. Hell, even you two know I like that brand.” A tear brimmed on her lash.

  “It was your birthday, baby, and you should have gotten what you wanted.”

  She sucked her lips. Telling the story dredged up so much pain. “I told him that he didn’t get me and that it was over between us. Then I stormed out.” There was so much more than that, but she couldn’t tell them. “We’d both had a hard day at work. I’d given a presentation that hadn’t gone well probably because I hadn’t slept the night before. It didn’t help that I was PMSing, too.” A tear fell but she didn’t bother to wipe it away.

  Neither man said anything, probably giving her a moment to get herself under control. She sniffled. “Anyway, I left him.”

  “You felt terrible, didn’t you?” Gabe’s lips were in an exaggerated frown probably to make her laugh.

  Only all the cheer had left her body. “Yes.” Now came the hard part. “He called me at three in the morning and wanted me to come over.”

  “But you were still mad, right?” Gabe added.

  “Yes, but he said if I didn’t come over, he’d kill himself.”

  They both gasped. “You’re a caregiver, so you dragged yourself out of bed and drove over. Right?”

  They did know her. Now Dylan rubbed her arm for her to answer.

  “Yes, but when I got there, he’d actually sliced his wrist from his hand to his elbow. I called 911, but he died on the way to the hospital.”

  As much as she didn’t want to cry in front of them, tears spilled. Dylan pulled her to his chest. He stroked her head. “It wasn’t your fault.”

  Yes it was. I knew he might finally do it if I left. And I didn’t hurry. If I had he might have been alive today. “I didn’t believe him. Why didn’t I believe him?” Because he’d told her wanted to kill himself before, and when she’d rushed over, he’d done nothing.

  Gabe got up, dashed into the bathroom, and returned with a foot of toilet paper. Go men. She blew her nose and sat up. “If I hadn’t had the fight over ice cream, I might not have broken up with him.”

  He held her tight and rested his head on top of hers. “You got your heart broken and you don’t want it to happen again.”

  She nearly choked. Maybe he did see into her soul. And no, it would never happen again.

  Chapter Eight

  For the next few days, Gabe kept waking up in the middle of the night hearing the pain in Ceci’s voice as she told her sad story. She felt responsible for the man’s death even when it wasn’t her fault. Did she really think she could control another person’s mood? There were still a lot many unanswered questions in her tale, but he felt that it had taken a lot for her to tell them that much. Later, he’d find out more.

  He jerked around at the knock on his office door. It was Dylan.

  “I’ve been calling you from my office and you didn’t answer. You okay?”

  He was as bad as Ceci. Spacing out wasn’t his normal MO. “Yeah. Just thinking about Ceci’s story and wondered how I’d feel if someone died because of something I did.”

  Dylan came in and dropped onto the comfy chair in the corner—the one Gabe often used as a place to catch a quick nap. “A lot of men did die under your command.”

  “That was war. With Ceci, it was one-on-one.”

  “It wasn’t her fault.”

  “I know, but I can see why she feels responsible. She didn’t believe the man when he said he’d kill himself. I would have taken it as an expression, too.”

  “We don’t know John’s history.”

  “True. But it explains a lot about her. I’ve seen men after a battle develop a need for control after they witness death.”

  “A little OCD isn’t always bad.”

  He shrugged. “I agree, but it is if it stops you from living your life the way you should.”

  Dylan crossed his legs at his ankles. “What do you suggest we do?”

  “She said she wasn’t always the way she is now, but the fact she rode on your motorcycle must have been a big step for her especially since she didn’t like John riding one.”

  “I agree, but that was an emergency.” Dylan placed his feet on the floor. “What are you thinking? Are you going to talk to Brooke to find out what her sister was like in high school and college before she met John?”

  “The thought crossed my mind.”

  “That’s invasive.”

  Yes, it was, but he was a detective and the need to know ran through him. “I want to help her.”

  “You aren’t thinking of butting into her business and learning about this John Bean, are you?”

  “Maybe.”

  Dylan stabbed a hand through his hair. “How about we just get to know her better first? Maybe take her out to show her that life goes
on.”

  Before he could answer, his office phone rang. “Elite Detective Services.”

  It was Grimes. Ed was one of his connections at the Bozeman PD. He mouthed the name to Dylan. “Mind if I put you on speaker. Dylan is here.”

  “Sure.”

  He hadn’t expected to hear from Ed so soon. The case they’d been hired to work on was a five-year-old cold case, and the cops didn’t want to waste any more resources tracking down clues or helping out private investigators. “What do you have?” Gabe leaned back.

  “The bullet that killed Martha Dobbins matched a bullet our medical examiner pulled out of a corpse this morning.”

  “I’m glad he didn’t take it out of a living person.”

  Ed laughed, as had been Gabe’s intention. “We checked the whereabouts of the husband, Richard Dobbins, and he was out of town on business this past week, so he’s in the clear.”

  That was good as Richard Dobbins was their client. He’d been a suspect in his wife’s murder, but the cops never could connect him to her death. “I’m guessing you don’t know the identity of the shooter.”

  “No, but when we do, we’ll see if he had any connection to Mrs. Dobbins.”

  “Got an ID on the murdered man?”

  “Drawing a blank there, too.”

  That sucked. “Maybe Mrs. Dobbins’s killer sold the gun to someone who shot the unidentified man.”

  Ed blew out an audible breath. “Always possible. Just thought you should know.”

  “Thanks.” He disconnected and spun around to face Dylan.

  His partner shrugged. “I’m glad the husband’s in the clear, though we never really suspected him.”

  “I feel sorry for the guy though. He comes home and finds his wife bleeding from a gunshot wound and gets covered in her blood as he tries to save her. When 911 arrives, he instantly becomes a suspect.”

  “It sucks, but too often the husband is guilty. I’ve held soldiers in my arms and watch them die, but it’s different when you love the person.”

  Very true. He didn’t know Ceci well enough yet, but if anything happened to her, he’d be devastated. “You got a plan on how we should proceed?”