Anticipation filled her eyes, and her lips curved. “Three years.” Heat scorched a path of possession through him. No, she hadn’t given that part of herself to Gabriel, and while he might have wished she had to let them play tonight, he was also profoundly grateful.
“Later,” he promised her, then met Gabriel’s gaze. The other man nodded his head, even as Sachi reached for Brad’s jeans. “Be careful, babe. I don’t think I have it in me to be gentle.”
“Since when have I ever needed gentle?” The challenge in her voice stoked him higher, and when she loosened his jeans and allowed his cock to spring free, they both groaned. The desire to lift her onto him and just thrust home trembled in every muscle, but as much as he wanted to take over, own her, and possess her—he had no intention of excluding Gabriel from this gift.
Fisting her hair, he kissed her hard until she shook from the force of it, and then said, “Turn around and take care of your guy over there.”
Surprise rippled over Gabriel’s face. Maybe he wasn’t used to sharing, maybe it hadn’t occurred to him, but Brad wanted the investment of all of them in this.
“She needs us both,” he reminded him, and Sachi’s wild grin ripped open the tomb Brad had kept his heart inside. It beat for her, and her joy was his. The moment she twisted and turned until she faced Gabriel, Brad let himself enjoy the line of her ass and the small of her back. He found the butterfly he adored and kissed it gently.
A hiss of breath dragged his attention up, and he followed the line of her back to see Sachi’s lips close over the tip of Gabriel’s cock.Holy fuck, that’s hot.Blood rushed south, and he made a mental note to play with the rest of her later. Gabriel’s hand fisted her hair, and he thrust against her mouth.
Her impatience with Brad’s hesitation had her wiggling her ass at him. He laughed, the sound shattering another barrier inside of him. Rising to his knees, he pushed his jeans down. He didn’t have time to get naked. Bracing her hips, he fisted his cock. She’d always had an IUD before, and he didn’t have a condom.
With a half growl, he pressed a hand against the small of her back, and she dipped and her ass raised. “Condoms?” He pushed the word out, because he wanted to thrust into her pussy so bad, he could taste it.
Gabriel let out a low sound of protest, then tossed the foil wrapped packet to him. Wasting no time, he ripped it open, sheathed his cock, then lined it up against her damp, hot sex, and eased into her pussy. He wanted to take his time, wanted to savor the sensation, but the fisting clamp of her sheath sucked his will and he thrust into her, balls deep, and his body seemed to go rigid.
His groan mingled with theirs, and the mutual sounds of pleasure only heightened the experience. Home, really home, for the first time since he’d lost her, he let go, giving in to the unrestrained need bursting within him. She met his thrust with a push of her hips. Everything heightened—her breathing, Gabriel’s harsh little pants, and the explosive sound of his own breathing. He ground into her pussy, finding his rhythm by varying his thrusts, first shallow and then deeper.
Sweat slicked his body, and his spine went molten. Every stroke brought him closer, and he ached to fill her over and over again. Controlling her motions, and helping her stay upright, Gabriel’s roar rocked through him. He watched as the man came, and Sachi lapped him up. Brad’s balls tightened at the utter eroticism of the release. Only when she released Gabriel’s cock, did Brad slide his hand beneath her.
Finding her clit, he went to work on pulling her orgasm from her as his body fought to find his own release. She arched her back, grinding against him with every thrust, and then she came with a silent grace. Her head tilted back, and the muscles along her sides tensed with her strain.
Losing his rhythm as violent trembling seized him, he came with a rush. Sachi collapsed beneath him, and he fell forward. Gabriel caught his arm, bracing him. Shudders rolled over him as his cock jerked, eager to empty himself into her, condom or no condom. Even Gabriel’s arm holding his felt right, and slowly, he settled onto her left side, and Gabriel released him to crawl over to her right. She lay between them, trembling from her orgasm, and Brad stroked the damp hair from her face. Across her, he stared at the other man, and Gabriel gave him a small smile before kissing her lightly.
“I love you,” she whispered, then turned to include Brad in the declaration. “I love you, too.”
Exhaustion twined with euphoria, and he drew a finger down her cheek. He had no words. Thank God, she’d never needed them. She captured his hand against her face, and held fast to Gabriel with the other. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, and her even breathing betrayed sleep.
She took his breath away, every damn day. Gabriel dragged a blanket up, and Brad dealt with the condom and kicked off his jeans. Then he stared at the other man.
“Sleep,” Gabriel told him. “Right here with us.”
All I needed to hear.They could work out any other issues tomorrow. For now, he was home. He turned toward Sachi, kept his hand on her, and buried his face against the back of her neck. For the first time in years, he didn’t fight sleep or worry about hell awaiting him.
The sunbarely created an outline against the windows of the lodge when she woke. Buried beneath a heavy blanket, her head pillowed on an arm, Sachi went from sleeping to awake with a jerk. Every muscle in her body was sore, and the weight of a cock against her ass reminded her of the men she slept with—only one was missing. Pushing upward, she glanced behind to find Brad’s eyes opening slowly, a yawn splitting his jaw, but where Gabriel should have been was only cool blanket.
Panic skittered along her spine, and she froze—the sound of running water punctured through the cloud, and she exhaled a deep breath. When Gabriel invited Brad to join them, she thought her heart would stop. Then she thought her heart would explode from the tenderness they’d shown and the care they’d taken with each other, not to mention with her.
Brad’s arm around her middle tightened a fraction, and she pushed the hair from her eyes to find him watching her. The wariness in his gaze reminded her of the thin ice they all traveled in this situation. Gabriel would never have agreed just for her, of that much she was certain. He’d given up a lot for her—his teaching position, hisnormallife, and his freedom from the game. Jumping right into the deep end to be with her again had him cutting ties with his life as he’d known it, albeit briefly, to return to one more like his time with the CIA.
“We still okay?” His sleep-roughened voice, stubbly cheeks, and rumpled hair made for a powerful combination.
Heart squeezing at his question, she smiled slowly. “Yes, we’re more than okay.” The past…sucked. “You know, as much as I hate everything that happened—losing the team, losing you—I’m oddly grateful that it let me find Gabriel.” Saying the words aloud crystalized the conflicting feelings in her heart. Leaning down, she nuzzled the corner of Brad’s mouth. “But I am glad you’re alive. I meant it when I said I missed you.”
His hand slid around her nape and squeezed gently. He took control of the kiss, and it was slow and devastating to her senses, but it held all of his feelings and tugged at her own. A hello, a welcome, and a sweet reunion all rolled into one. When she pulled back, he let her go with a tender smile. His whole expression gentled. “I’m grateful for him, too. Heseesyou.”
An odd feeling inched through her soul, and she slid her leg between his. One of the things she’d missed most about Brad were these moments, the quiet ones away from the team, away from the missions, when the two of them could be honest—when he stopped playing games or pushing her buttons.
Competition was good, it kept them both on the edge and at peak performance. The power plays were simply fun, and he was so damn good at seducing her, even when she was determined to resist. But holding him, having him talk to her without artifice or agenda? “He’s pretty amazing,” she said. “I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve him, but I will never give him up.”
“Nor should you.” Brad stroked her skin, then cupped her cheek. “I owe him. Even watching you both these last several months, I had no idea how much I owed him.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” Gabriel’s quiet voice joined their moment, and Sachi glanced over to find him walking into the room wearing only his pants. His barefoot, bare-chested, and damp-haired appearance revved her system. His eyes softened when he looked at her, and relief swamped her. For a split second, she’d worried he regretted his decision. “It is my pleasure and my privilege to look after her.”
Brad chuckled. “You’re making me look lazy, man.”