My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (8 page)

Yep. That was definitely a grin-worthy moment.

Hari stirred behind her, and Sami's head moved away from her clit.

Both men groaned as they sorted out their arms and legs and pulled pillows into more comfortable positions for all of them.

"So," croaked Alana, as she looked from Sami on one side of her to Hari on the other. "Did I pass?"

Chapter 8

She awoke to find herself draped over a hard male chest. A deep breath told her it was Hari—funny how she could distinguish them by their scent. Sami's was a mixture of sweet and tangy—sort of like a spice—while Hari's was a more robust fragrance, redolent of male and heat. She remembered her question of last night. Had she passed? Hari had mumbled something that sounded like "class valedictorian" as he had cleaned the sticky juices off them all with soft, scented cloths. But Sami had surprised her the most.

He had slid his hands through her hair and brought her head to his—lowering his lips to hers in the first fully-fledged kiss she could remember getting from either of them. His lips were warm and sweet and he gently increased their pressure as he moved his fingers lovingly through her tousled curls. As she had opened her lips, his tongue had slipped inside and proved that he was as talented at kissing as he was at everything else.

He tasted of Blue Lotus, Sami, and desire, and he swirled his tongue lovingly against hers with consummate skill.

She should have known. His kiss warmed her, touched her deep inside, and she felt cherished as he eased himself away.

"Thank you, Alana," he'd said, his emotions laid bare in his amazing blue eyes. "You're very special."

Not quite sure how to respond, she simply leaned forward and kissed him back.

He'd smiled, turned her toward Hari and spooned himself in behind her. All three had fallen asleep within moments.

Now Sami was off someplace doing heaven knew what, and she was sprawled in the bed with one arm over Hari's chest, her leg resting on his thighs, and her lips almost touching one muscled shoulder. Mmm. This was a nice way to wake up.

"Good morning, my delight." The deep voice rumbled through her body as well as her ears.

"Hi, Hari." She smiled, riffling his chest hair with her fingers.

"Are you ready to begin the second phase of your instruction today?"

"Bring it on, Professor," she laughed. "What's on the curriculum?"

Hari eased his body away from her and grasped the sheet, drawing it down and away from her body. He took his time, staring pointedly at each part of her that was revealed.

"Hari?" she asked, surprisingly conscious of her nakedness. "What is the second part of the course? What does it involve?"

"Fucking."

The one word answer brought a flood of adrenaline through her veins, and she was suddenly wide awake.

"Um—and we haven't been doing that already?"

"Oh no, my delight," murmured Hari, rolling her onto her back.

He placed his hand just under her navel and spread his long fingers across her abdomen. The warmth penetrated through her pelvis to her womb.

"We've had fun, and played, and come but we haven't really
fucked
. That's my portion of the session. I get to teach you about your inner self. Those lush and tight and silky places that make your juices. I'm going to get those places so hot and wet you'll think there's a volcano inside you." His fingers flexed slightly as he moved upwards and gazed into her eyes.

"My cock is going to slam into your pussy until you scream from the pleasure of it. I'm going to take you many times and in many ways. I'm going to fuck you until all you can think about is how hard my cock is and how you can get it inside you."

Alana's eyes widened as she stared at Hari. His chocolate gaze was burning, his dark hair tumbled over his shoulders and he looked like sex incarnate. He was turning her on with just his words. This was a major switch from the lighthearted loving fun she'd experienced with Sami's fingers and tongue. This was sex on the Dark Side.

"Lead on, Lord Vader," she murmured, conscious now of her pussy beginning to weep at his words.

"I'm going to take you every way I can and everywhere I can. I'm gonna live inside your cunt for a while..."

Alana gasped as Hari's lips curled.

"Yeah—that word. I don't really like it, and we've stayed away from it up to now, but this is the advanced course—no kindergarten terms any more. You've made the extra credit class, sweetheart, and this is where the fucking gets real."

She swallowed. "And Sami?"

Hari moved between her thighs, resting his cock on her curls. The sensation was exquisite.

"Sure. He'll be here—he'll watch us, and help out occasionally, he might even want to fuck you himself now and again. But make no mistake, Alana, it's going to be my cock that slams you into oblivion."

He gestured at his cock, which was enormous—the flared head was tinged with purple and glittering drops of bluish moisture were sliding down from the slit.

"You're going to stretch for me, hold me tight between your thighs. You're going to learn my rhythm as I learn yours. My cock is going to force its way into your most secret places and pound them into screaming submission. You'll yearn for it when it's not inside you—you'll suck it and lick it, you may even make me come that way if you're very good. But the best part will be having me inside you, sliding into and out of your wet cunt, slapping against your pussy, pounding into your clit. My cock is going to rule your body for a while Alana—get used to it."

And suiting words to action, he slammed into her body all the way to the hilt.

Her breath left her lungs in a rush. He was huge, and she felt stretched taut.

Hari's eyes gazed into hers as he froze, motionless, above her. He was deep inside her, yet his words had aroused her to the extent where she had been quite ready to take him.

Uncertainly, she watched his face.

Gradually he eased back from her and closed his eyes, thrusting in again and out, setting up the most delicious vibrations throughout her whole body.

Alana's buttocks clenched and she raised herself slightly to give him better access. His movements quickened, and she could feel the tension rising within her as his body pounded against her clit and his balls slapped her ass with every thrust.

In moments, she felt the orgasm start and she raised her hands to grip Hari's muscular biceps.

"Oh, God," she whimpered, head and neck arching back into the pillow.

Hari's pounding speeded up—just enough.

"Aaaagh..." she whimpered as her orgasm began and her cunt clenched violently against Hari's thick cock.

He pressed himself in as deep as he could go, letting her muscles massage him and waiting out her climax.

As she came down, Hari eased gently out of her.

"That was lesson number one. Nicely done."

"And for having an excellent orgasm first thing in the morning, the lucky lady wins...
Ta Da
. One cup of tantalizingly fresh steaming coffee." Sami's cheerful tones cut through the post-coital fog that was swirling between Alana's ears.

"But wait, there's more," continued Sami, doing an excellent impression of every game show host she'd ever heard. Her lips started to curve, as did Hari's.

"You and a guest will spend minutes of untold pleasure enjoying a breakfast prepared especially for you. Grapes imported for your delectation from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, figs specially flown in from the fourth century, and oranges fresh from the trees of an Arabian Sheik."

"Fruit for breakfast again, huh?" snorted Hari, lunging off the bed at Sami. "What about pancakes? What about eggs and bacon? Haven't you heard of Aunt Jemima?"

"Fruit, my brother, and you know it. Better for you, and better for what you're going to be doing..." Sami nodded firmly at Alana who was trying to figure out a way to get all her body parts working at once.

"Yeah, yeah..." complained Hari. "Where's the coffee?"

*~*~*~*

As it turned out, the coffee was, indeed, fresh, hot and delicious. Alana was getting used to the stronger and darker brew, almost Turkish in its richness. She smacked her lips and groaned in appreciation as the first sip went down.

"Oh, God, that's divine. Fantastic sex and great coffee. Can I marry you both? Take me somewhere where I can have two husbands, and you're mine, guys."

Hari and Sami exchanged grins across the table.

"You are happy that we have come to you?" asked Sami.

"God. See this? " She pointed at herself. "This is my 'you've-got-to-be-kidding' face. You have taken me places I never dreamed existed. How could I not be happy?"

"And you don't mind that it is I who will be the one fucking you?" Hari's voice was surprisingly hesitant as he asked this question. She realized in a quick flash of intuition, that the answer was important to him, and to Sami.

"Listen up, you two. You are both essential parts of this fantasy or dream, or hallucination, or whatever it is I'm enjoying the hell out of. Whatever Sami does to me is marvelous, and whatever you do to me, Hari, is going to be just as good, and what you both do to me—well, there aren't words for it. Trust me."

A thought crossed her mind.

"Do you always work like this? Sami first, then Hari?"

Sami answered that one. "We note our roles when we conclude each assignment, Alana. We have a chart in our quarters that we fill out and when next we are assigned, we know to reverse the procedure. On our next case, I will be the one to fuck the client, while Hari will get to use his other talents."

"That's us," muttered Hari. "The suck and fuck twins."

"Hari?" She blinked, sensing that Hari was not altogether thrilled with the arrangement.

"Forgive me, sweet, it is not you. It is just that sometimes, in our quarters, we wonder if there is not something more—or if we are destined to spend eternity going from one client to another, never remembering the warmth or the love that we share with her..."

Alana reached out and grasped both their hands. "I wish I could find a way to help with that problem," she said, "because I want you to remember how much I've come to love you both."

As she said the words she knew they were true. These two gorgeous, metaphysically impossible men had worked their magical way into her heart with their loving and touching and above all, their caring.

A thought flashed through her mind.

"What am I going to do without you?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, God, how am I going to let you go?"

Sami cleared his throat awkwardly and Hari looked down at the table, both clearly affected by Alana's cry.

"If I just stop coming, will that mean you'll have to stay longer?" she asked, looking at Hari and then at Sami.

"It doesn't work that way, my delight," answered Sami sadly. "As we sleep, our experiences are...are...I guess the best way to describe it is 'downloaded' by our Guardian—he monitors our progress with you. That's how we knew it was time to move on to the next phase."

"You mean somebody is watching us?"

"Not exactly," said Hari. "He is the Guardian, and it is his assigned duty to keep an eye on his Djinns—for our safety as much as anything else."

"Hmph. Sounds like a case of
Big Djinn is watching
, to me." She got up from the table and moved to wash her mug in the sink. Her mind was in turmoil, buzzing and worrying and turning this problem over and over. She hadn't gotten to be a successful small businesswoman without coming up with some innovative ideas. Somehow she had to do something for Hari and Sami. What that something was, she didn't quite know yet, but she was determined—she had a goal. God help anything or anybody that stood in her way.

Without thinking, she hit the remote for her music—a routine move she'd been doing every morning at her sink forever. Her playlist kicked in where it had left off and strains of the timeless Bee Gees hit filled the air.

Before the brothers Gibb could announce that you could tell they were men from the way they walked, Hari and Sami had the table pushed back and were moving— discoing actually, in her kitchen. Her jaw dropped.

They were good. No, strike that, they were
great
. Chippendales could have cleared a fortune off these guys.

Two sets of strong arms swung to the disco beat and two sets of feet whirled and stomped. Sami twisted and turned—music video producers would have eaten their hearts out for some of his moves.

Like a polished performer, he dropped to his knees and bounded back up again, strutting in rhythm like a dude with a bad case of Saturday Night Fever. But if Sami was the showman, Hari was the Lord of the Dance.

Elegant and austere, his moves were more sensual—his muscles danced as much as his body did—and when they both turned around and waggled their butts at her, it was too much.

Her mouth watered, and she wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of those wonderful firm cheeks, even though they happened to be clad in pants at that moment.

The Village People were now lauding the benefits of the Y.M.C.A. What the heck had gotten into her when she'd uploaded this playlist, anyway? Retro fever?

Alana burst out laughing as both Hari and Sami broke into an amazingly lifelike routine to the belting rhythm of the song. Her feet tapped on the floor and she clapped her hands, giggling as Sami bobbled his eyebrows in time to the beat.

The sound of Alana's doorbell froze everyone in their tracks—with the exception of the Village People, of course, who had never frozen for a second since 1969.

Sami hurriedly turned the volume down. "Shit—did you put up shields?"

"No—I thought you did."

"I thought
you
did. Omar's balls."

"Fuck."

"Sorry, Alana," said Hari, turning to her. "We usually don't make so much noise— or at least if we do, we put up a shield so that we don't disturb anybody else. I guess this time we forgot."

The doorbell rang again.

"Oh well—no harm done. I'll just go soothe whichever of my neighbors is going to complain."

"Just a moment, sweet one," said Sami, waving his hands.