Erin M. Leaf (5 page)

She shook her head.
“You two—”

Ben interrupted.
“I want you too.”

Lark blinked and went still.
“You don’t even know me.” Her fingers tingled. What was he saying? He’d just declared himself to Dillon and now he said he wanted her?

“
I know that you’re stronger than you look. I know that you were waiting for someone special. And I know that you feel the same way I do.” He put a fist to his chest. “We have no time to waste on being afraid. Not anymore.”

He was serious. She looked at Dillon. He
’d been staring at Ben, but now he nodded slowly. “Ben is right. We can’t waste joy when we find it. It’s too precious to throw away.”

She shook her head.
“You’re both crazy.”

Dillon slid back over to the driver
’s side of the seat and opened the door. “I know you think that, but I’m with Ben on this. I wanted you from the moment you woke up in our arms last night.” He got out of the car. “Take your seatbelt off.”

Lark blushed, not sure what he intended, but she did as he said, fumbling with the buckle.
“Last night was a fluke.”

“
No, it wasn’t.” Ben twisted around to look at her. “It wasn’t random at all. Didn’t you wonder why I got in bed with you? I could’ve slept on the floor, but something made me slide under the covers.”

Dillon was just outside her door, nodding.
“Same here.”

“
We’ve known each other for one day,” Lark said, heart pounding. The look on his face was so intense, she didn’t know what to do.

“
So what?” Dillon opened the door and climbed in, straddling her. He kissed up her neck.

She shuddered, fingers tangling in his hair.
“What about Ben?”

Dillon growled.
“If he really wants us, he can join in.” He kissed her again, long and drugging, until Lark’s head spun. When he backed away, pulling her out of the car, she could barely stand up. She tottered and Dillon steadied her, kissing down her neck. Was he using her as some sort of test? To see if Ben would take the bait? More importantly, did she care?

“
Fuck,” Ben said, suddenly right next to her. When had he gotten out of the car? He kissed her, pulling her tight up against his hard body, away from Dillon. She clutched at his shirt, trying not to fall down. Between the two of them, she felt like a yo-yo.

Ben maneuvered her until she was against the hood and then he kissed her again. Her legs fell open and he moved in, pressing his thick cock right up against the seam of her jeans. She writhed as the heat of the car seeped into her bones. The engine ticked behind her, but Ben was still kissing her and she realized she just didn
’t give a damn that they were outside.

“
Jesus, you’re hot,” he muttered, pulling at her shirt. She wasn’t surprised when he popped the buttons in one go, hand sliding in around her breast.

Dillon
moved up behind Ben. Lark watched as he leaned in, pressing Ben into her even more. Ben went completely still.

“
Slide her up on the car, Ben,” Dillon said.

Ben shuddered,
but put his hands at her hips. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all. Her legs splayed as she leaned back, and then Dillon was there, unbuttoning her jeans. She bit her lips as Ben moved his hands up her waist to her breasts. Her lace bra didn’t hide her arousal and he thumbed over her nipples, teasing her. She cried out, and then Dillon finished stripping her jeans off. The car’s hood was hot under her ass. It made her feel reckless. She shoved at her panties until Ben pulled them off. When she was mostly nude, at least from the waist down, she went still, suddenly realizing exactly what was happening.

“
You sure?” Ben asked, fingers on her thighs.

She nodded. Dillon handed Ben a foil packet and she watched, mesmerized as he unzipped his jeans. When his cock sprang out, full a
nd hard and wet at the tip, she stared at it.
No fucking way is that going to fit
, she thought.

“
Relax,” Dillon murmured, leaning in. He had his jeans unbuttoned just enough to ease the pressure on his erection.

Lark swallowed.
“I don’t think this is going to work.” She bit her lip.

Dillon smiled and ran the backs of his fingers up her inner thighs.
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” And with those words, he bent down, kissing her pussy with the same single-minded attention he’d given to kissing her mouth.

Pleasure burst over her and she threw her head back, keening as his tongue danced over her clit. She bucked, but he didn
’t let her fall off the car, simply moving in and anchoring his hands to her hips. When he’d brought her right to the edge, he backed off, kissing first one leg, then the other gently. She lay there, panting and wrecked.

“
Look at her. She’s so wet and ready,” Dillon said, kissing her hip. He was looking up at Ben who stood watching them, fist around his cock. He looked like he was in pain.

Lark
shivered and curled a hand around Dillon’s neck, hiding her face in his hair. She felt both nervous and desperate.

“
Come on Ben,” Dillon murmured, rubbing his cheek on her skin.

She shuddered. Dillon slid a finger down her pussy, softly circling her entrance. Ben groaned and stumbled forward, barely catching himself on the hood of the car before he fell on top of her. His cock brushed against her leg, and then Dillon reached out and curled his fingers around it.

Ben gasped, trembling. Lark remembered the man who’d saved her in her dorm, the one who’d been strong enough to give mercy to his daughter. He was so strong, and yet, here in this moment, he was also vulnerable.

“
You like when I touch you, don’t you Ben?” Dillon said, rubbing the head of Ben’s shaft against her clit.

Lark moaned. She couldn
’t stand this teasing. She’d waited so long for the right man and then the world had ended before she’d found him. Maybe these two men would be all right for her, for now. She didn’t want to wait any longer. “Please,” she begged, hoping Dillon would understand. She ached.

“
I know what you need, Lark,” Dillon said. “Come closer, Ben.” He tugged and Ben moved in even more. Dillon put his cock on her body, right where the ache was most intense.

“
Yes, there,” Lark said, curling a leg around Ben’s hips. “Oh God.” Her hips moved involuntarily—she needed something. More of him. More of Dillon.

Dillon kissed her waist, then went lower. Ben licked his lips, his eyes so green Lark wondered for a brief moment if he had contacts in—
but no, Olivia’s eyes were like that too,
she thought and then he moved, pushing inside little by little. She panted, trying to relax. He stopped just when it began to burn.

“
You’re sure you want this?” he asked, voice raspy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She nodded, digging her heel
s into his ass. “Yes. Come on. Fuck me.” She was sure. She needed this more than she’d ever needed anything. She curled her fingers into Dillon’s hair and pulled him to her. Why wouldn’t they move?

Dillon smiled against her skin.
“Yeah, you’re ready,” he said, then he closed his mouth over her clit, licking up against Ben’s cock at the same time.

Ben went perfectly still.
“Dillon, Jesus.” His voice shook. “What are you doing?”

Dillon paused.
“Isn’t it kind of obvious?” And then he went right back to driving them both out of their minds.

Lark couldn
’t help it. Her hips jerked, shoving Ben further inside. A sharp pinch shot through her, but then subsided as Dillon’s wicked mouth tongued her clit until her insides went molten. He licked and suckled, and then Ben lost control, pushing inside with one quick movement.

“Jesus,” she breathed.
It felt incredible.
He
felt incredible. Lark hung on to Dillon’s shoulder and Ben’s arm, trying to adjust to him being inside, and then Dillon licked down again and she climaxed, pleasure sweeping over her. Ben grunted, hips suddenly moving. He thrust into her, again and again until he, too, orgasmed, leaning over her and Dillon, face tight and lost.

Dillon hugged them both, head down. When he finally stood up,
wiping his face with the back of his hand, Lark watched him, wondering what would happen now. Ben was still twitching inside her. She kissed his head, feeling a little shaky herself. When she glanced back up, Dillon had his jeans open. When he jacked himself, clearly intending to bring himself off, she shook her head. “Dillon,” she said, reaching for him. She didn’t want him to be alone.

Ben felt her stir and lifted up, sliding from her pussy. She winced a little, but he kissed her gently, smiling against her cheek before he stood up.

“Do you have another condom?” she asked Dillon, ignoring the slight sting where Ben had been.

His nostrils flared.
“Yeah.”

“
Put it on,” she said, glancing at Ben. He looked like a man torn between two pieces of candy: her and Dillon. He looked at her, then at Dillon, then back at her.

She almost laughed
at the look on his face—
so clueless
—though she was too conflicted to feel anything but sympathy for him. She’d lost her virginity to Ben, but it was Dillon who’d brought her to climax.
I could fall in love with both of them,
she realized.

“
Are you sure, Lark?” Dillon asked, rolling the condom on his cock. His cock was a little longer and a little thinner than Ben. She wanted this. She wanted
him
more than she’d expected after making love with Ben. Shouldn’t she be tired? Sated?

Fuck that
, she thought.
I want him.
She took a deep breath and let her legs open a little wider. “I’m sure. Come here, Dillon.”

He glanced at Ben who
’d moved to the side, leaning on the car. Dillon sat on the hood, his erection pointing straight up. “No.
You
come
here
, Lark.”

She frowned, not understanding what he meant.
“Come where?”

Ben grinned.
“Let me help you,” he said, scooping her up.

Lark squeaked, surprised. Instinctively, she
wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

Ben laughed, then turned her around, handing her off to Dillon. He arranged her on his lap so that her knees fe
ll on either side of his thighs and they faced each other.

Oh,
Lark thought as his cock nudged her folds.
Now I get it.
She settled closer, sliding him against her cunt. He felt hot and wonderful. When Ben moved in behind her, she relaxed completely.

“
Take me in, Lark,” Dillon said.

Ben kissed her shoulder and drew off her shirt.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, undoing her bra. When she was completely nude, except for the locket they’d given her, he slid his hands around to cup her breasts. Dillon’s eyes flashed, and he bent down to kiss her nipples.

Lark gasped, completely surrounded by hot male. Arousal flared up again, as if she hadn
’t just had the most incredible orgasm of her life. She moved her hips around, sliding Dillon’s erection up and down, until he brought his hands to her hips, stilling her just as the crown nudged her clit.

“
Yeah, right there, hmm?” he asked, hips moving slightly.

“
Christ,” Ben muttered, hands still on her breasts. He was looking down over her shoulder. To her amazement, his cock throbbed against her spine, thick and heavy again.

“
I thought it took longer than that to get hard a second time?” she asked, confused.

“
You inspire me,” Ben replied, hands moving down. When he thumbed over her mound, Dillon went still, looking at his friend her shoulder. It was obvious to Lark that he and Ben were having a moment. When Ben deliberately stroked a finger down Dillon’s cock, then over her clit, Lark shivered at the intensity of what was happening.

“
Fuck, Ben,” Dillon whispered.

“
Yeah, that’s it,” Ben said, easing Dillon inside Lark.

She must have made a small sound, because they stopped.

“You okay?” Dillon asked, breathing hard.

She bit her lip. “Keep going. It’s just a little tender.”

He held her gaze for a moment, and then nodded. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“I will,” she replied,
They went slowly, pushing past the little bit of soreness she had until he was fully sheathed.

Lark let out an explosive breath.
This is crazy
, she thought fuzzily.
How can they feel so good?

“
Okay?” Dillon asked.