Book of Love (11 page)

Liam grunted when Elijah pushed another wet finger inside him, joining the circle, fucking him as he was loving her. They all moved in the best kind of dance, bodies rocking. Shiloh reached beyond him, touched Elijah, and the fingers inside him bent slightly.

“Oh, damn.” Liam’s toes curled, and he kissed Shiloh, needing the taste of her, the softness of her lips. She lapped at him, teased his tongue into her mouth. He pressed in, her mouth open for him, her cunt squeezing around him.

“Need you now, Liam. Need in.”

“Ready, babe.” He stilled just long enough to let Elijah glove up and push at his hole.

The heavy cock was bigger than fingers, and he groaned, taking it in.

“That’s so fucking cool.” Shiloh watched, sheer joy in her eyes, her smile hot as fire licking at his skin.

“Not cool. Hot. He’s so fucking hot inside, love.” Elijah’s voice was blown, all gravel and need.

“Move, damn it,” she demanded over his shoulder, sticking her tongue out.

“Bossy woman.” He was stupid in love.

Elijah laughed against his ear. “She is demanding. It will take us both to keep her happy.”

“That your way of asking if she wants to keep us?”

Elijah nipped at his neck. “My way of telling you both I want to do this. To try to be an us.”

“Boys, we can talk after. Now, fucking. Orgasms.”

He did adore her, from her potty mouth to her strong thighs that tugged him so deep into her. Elijah laughed and began to thrust, slamming them all together. Liam had never been happier in his whole life.

They found a solid rhythm, rocking in, pulling out, over and over. Liam pressed into Shiloh’s body, Elijah took his, and they all touched, hands and mouths blending seamlessly.

He’d say it was magical, but it wasn’t. It was better than magic. This was real. Visceral. Necessary.

“You’re thinking too much.” Shiloh reared up to bite his shoulder, her breasts bouncing.

And if she was this coherent, he needed to do a better job. He changed his angle, his pelvis moving just so, wanting to hit her clit as he thrust.

She helped, shifting until he hit a perfect place and her head fell back, Shiloh offering him the most perfect, feminine moan.

“God, you two make me insane.” ’Lijah bit his shoulder, licked the spot, moving faster.

He nodded, but he didn’t have any words, just a needy groan. He couldn’t talk, couldn’t stop moving. Shiloh made these happy, breathy cries, her body cradling his, and all the while Elijah was pounding him.

Liam felt lost in them, so much pleasure going through him he couldn’t hold it all in. He needed Shiloh to orgasm, to come for him. He needed to feel her tremble around him, needed her to squeeze him hard. He rocked harder, sliding against her, trying to get friction to her clit.

“Liam!” She cried out for him, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails stinging.

There.

Right there.

He stayed where he was, forcing himself to focus. He wanted her pleasure, wanted her wild for them. He could hear Elijah panting, moaning. Liam was surrounded by sex, by desire.

Naturally. Not magically. That was the best damned part of all of it.

This was real.

“This is ours,” Elijah whispered as if he’d heard Liam’s thoughts.

“Ours. Please.” Shiloh nodded, hair spread over the pillow, her eyes shining.

“Love.” He felt it deep inside. Crazy as it was, he loved them both. He kissed Shiloh’s mouth, demanding she give him everything.

Her sweet pussy clenched around him, muscles rippling around him, drenching his cock. She opened her lips under his, her cry vibrating against his skin.

Yes.

He pushed deeper, rocking back on Elijah’s cock. Elijah knew just what to do, slamming into him, grinding him against Shiloh.

Shiloh reached up, cupped his cheek, stroking his skin. “Now, Liam. Please. Give.”

“Now.” His eyelids drooped and his lips parted, his balls drawing up tight.

Elijah grunted, hips slapping his ass, and he knew when ’Lijah came for him, deep inside him. He felt each and every spasm. His own orgasm was almost secondary to theirs, a rush of pleasure that they shared with him.

He slumped a little, holding him and ’Lijah off Shiloh as best he could.

“No squishing the female, boys.” She was giggling. Giggling. Looked as if the last of the tension was starting to fade.

Oh, they would have to go figure out what had happened to Bella, to deal with all sorts of shit, but they could do it together. Liam was certain.

“Let us stay?” he asked, chin rubbing her collarbone.

“Please. We have so much to learn.” Shiloh hugged him to her, reaching past to stroke Elijah’s skin. “I want you both.”

Elijah rumbled happily. “Then we’ll figure it out. So much better than Internet sex.”

“You two didn’t do that…right? I mean, I think you said that.”

“No.” Liam glanced back at Elijah. “Not together, at any rate.”

“At least not that we know of. You aren’t BigDick32, are you?”

“No.” Liam was going to hit the man as soon as he had the energy. “I think that’s Sam Deets. You remember him? The three-hundred pound guy who resembles the Skipper from
Gilligan’s Island
?”

“No shit? Good to know. That’s a little less inspiring than his profile picture.”

“You two are so gross. No wonder you didn’t judge me for liking that picture in the book.” Shiloh smacked his arm. “I’m hungry.”

“Oh. I could make bacon and eggs.” After a shower. Assuming Shiloh had both bacon and eggs.

“I can make toast,” Elijah murmured before hauling them all up and herding them to the bathroom. Good man.

“I’ll make coffee and lounge around royally.” She got out three towels.

“A good plan.” Liam approved of the color in her cheeks, the light in her eyes.

“Everything’s going to go back to normal, right?”

Liam glanced at Elijah, who raised a brow. Liam chuckled. “I imagine what passes for normal here, yeah.”

“That’s all I can ask for, guys. That’s really all I need.”

“Then we’ll make it so,” Elijah said.

Liam just nodded. He had a feeling he was going to like Culper, Colorado just fine.

Epilogue

“Shiloh? Those cupcakes are ready for you to take to the Minotaur.” Her Aunt Chrissie bustled out of the back, a tray of beautifully frosted zombie cupcakes arranged neatly on a tray in the shape of Frankenstein’s head.

“Oh, those are great!” God, the cuteness, with their little pink icing brains sticking out.

“Liam said the knitters were getting together with the yoga warriors to watch
Night of the Living Dead
in the back room.” Chrissie adored Liam and Elijah both, and would totally bake things for them she would never make for Shiloh, which always made Shiloh laugh.

“Bella would be pleased.”

Chrissie chuckled. “Bella’s with Jenn. That’s what she wanted. Are you guys coming to the Fourth of July picnic later?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Tell Elijah I need more of that sandalwood laundry soap.”

“I will. Anything else?” Between the bookstore and Elijah’s store and the bakery, she was busy, happy. She knew now why she’d come back to Culper. It was the only place she and her men could have the life they had, all of them together.

Chrissie shook her head. “Nah. I have a big pot of coffee to take, though.”

“I can get that.” Elijah came wandering in, smiling his bright white smile, his hair in one long braid down his back. “Oh, look at those! That’s disgusting. I love them.”

“Thanks, honey.” Chrissie went to kiss Elijah on the cheek. “I’ll show you where the coffee is.”

Before he followed Chrissie to the back, Elijah stopped to drop a kiss on Shiloh’s lips. “Hi.”

“Hey. Liam excited?”

“He is. He’s got punch and pretzels and cheese. Says he wants a croissant sandwich, though.”

“Turkey and Swiss?” She knew her boys.

“Yeah.” He winked at her before going to grab the big coffee pot from Chrissie.

She went to make sandwiches—turkey and Swiss for Liam, chicken and cheddar for Elijah and hummus and sprouts for her. She added some cucumber slices, and then got carrots for the kids to dip. Sally would bring her brood and they would all have nightmares.

“Look at you, all happy and domestic.”

She looked up, searching for the voice, which was Bella’s all the way.

Maybe it was.

“I am. I so am. I miss you,” she added, in case it was Bella. “But I understand now why you went to Jenn. I was so lonely and didn’t even know it.”

“Who are you talking to, love?” Elijah smiled at her, love shining in his eyes.

“An old friend.” She wrapped up the sandwiches. “Let’s go save our man from the zombie apocalypse.”

About the Author

Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full-time author, Julia has been published by Torquere Press, Dreamspinner Press and Samhain Publishing. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find Julia at
@juliatalbot
on Twitter, or at
www.juliatalbot.com
.

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