Muscling In (18 page)

For a moment it looked almost
comical, these two beefy soldiers with a blanket and a soft pink chair—one
sleeping, the other caring. But then the reality of it hit me. It was because
of the crap they’d been through that made the gentle times all the more gentle.
Coben had a better idea than most about what Ed did, what he’d have been
through these last few days. It made him the ideal partner for Ed, especially
if he didn’t completely crack up when Ed was away on a mission.

Which he hadn’t. He’d been
worried but he’d stayed strong.

Could it actually work as a
long-term arrangement for us?

The thought hit me like a
punch to the stomach. Long term? Long-term threesome? Me, Coben and Ed.

Yes, I’d toyed with the idea
but only like watching a butterfly flutter past. It was transient, not really
mine. But now, seeing them like this and having been in Ed’s arms earlier,
kissing him, surrounded by his need and desire, it was as if the triangle of
us, the three of us, had linked up.

I could imagine it. I could
see how it might just work.

Coben hit mute on the TV but
left it on, kind of like a night light for Ed. He turned to me and a flash of
worry dashed over his face.

“What?” I whispered.

“He won’t just get up and
leave, will he?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“You sure?”

“Yes. He wanted to know when
you’d be home, how you’d been. He wanted to see you.”

Coben seemed suitably
convinced and with one last look at Ed we went up the stairs hand in hand.

I brushed my teeth and jumped
through the shower while Coben checked a few e-mails on his laptop. Earlier I’d
hoped the three of us would be tumbling into bed together, but with Ed so
exhausted that wasn’t on the cards. I didn’t really mind, though. He was here.
He was safe. That was what was important.

As I dried and went through my
skin care routine, Coben stepped naked into the bathroom.

He never failed to take my
breath away.

He flicked on the shower and
stepped in, holding his face up to the warm stream of water. His hair slicked
back and the water caressed his body, dipping into the slope of his sternum and
down his abs. His cock was at half-mast and his pubes dark and wet against his
groin.

He caught me looking. “What?”
he asked, reaching for the showergel.

“Nothing.” I grinned.

He looked at me quizzically as
he rubbed the suds over his body.

“You’re just gorgeous that’s
all.”

“Takes one to know one.” He
laughed—a lovely, light sound that told me how relieved he was that Ed was back
safe.

That we’re all under one roof.

“I can see why Ed is so hot
for you,” I said, removing my towel and hanging it up.

“And you.” Coben rinsed away
the suds before stepping from the shower. He grabbed a fresh towel and began to
briskly rub himself, his gaze not moving from me.

“He told me,” I said, applying
a slick of buttery body lotion to my arms.

“What?”

“That he wanted me.”

“He did?”

“Yes and…”

“What?”

I looked directly at him.

He stopped drying and a frown
creased his brow. “What is it, babe?”

“He kissed me. We kissed…I…it
happened.”

He nodded slowly. “You kissed
and…?”

“There is no and.” I stepped
up to him. “We established that we both found the other desirable, very
desirable, kissed and then stopped. We couldn’t, wouldn’t, do anything else
without you there, Coben. That was important to both of us. You are important
to both of us.
So
important.”

He smiled, just a little. “And
you’re both important to me.” He paused. “Thank you, for waiting for me. I
don’t know why it’s so vital when I’ve already made the decision to let
him…make love to you, but it is.”

“We can’t always explain our
emotions.”

“I want it. I want us both to
be inside you, so badly I’m walking around like a horny teenager thinking about
it.” He reached down and held his cock. “But that first time, him and you, I
have to be there. It’s that imagination thing. It’s harder to face than reality
sometimes and I don’t want to get screwed up thinking about it afterward.”

“You will be there. I
promise.” I stepped away. “Now come to bed.”

“I’ll just brush my teeth.” He
smiled and stepped up to the sink.

Coben and I didn’t make love.
Instead we wound our limbs together and I settled my head in my favorite spot
on his shoulder. The air felt lovely and fresh after the storm and a light
breeze made the curtain shift slightly over the open window.

I soon found myself lulled
into a floaty dream where I was dancing through rainbows. I had a paintbrush in
my hand and was drawing clouds and stars, adding more rainbows over the first.
I was light and free. Coben was there, and Ed. The man I’d tattooed that day,
Nick, was with his mother and so was the hostage lady, Brenda Doll, though she
had no face just a quiet voice.

“Hey,” a quiet voice said by
my ear. “How are you doing, sexy?”

A big, hot body settled next
to mine. I was already snuggled against Coben and as I lifted from my dream
there was one word on my lips. “Ed.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Ed,” I repeated, shifting in
Coben’s arms.

He kissed my cheek, his chin
scratching my flesh. “You left me sleeping.”

“You looked like you needed
it.”

“Yeah, I always need sleep
after a mission.” He stroked his hand over my hair. “Sorry to be a party
pooper.”

“We were happy to wait for
you.” I smiled up at his shadowy outline.

“Edward.” Coben half sat.
“Fuck, I can’t tell you how relieved I was when Sian text to say you were
home.”

Ed also sat and he reached
over me to draw Coben into a tight embrace.

Light from a street lamp
flitted over them, highlighting their defined muscles.

“Home?” Ed repeated.

“Yeah back in the UK.” He
paused. “Here, in our home.”

Ed pressed a soft kiss to
Coben’s lips. It quickly intensified, became urgent and breathy.

“Damn, I can’t tell you how
good it is to be here,” Ed said, breaking the kiss and looking down at me. His
gaze dipped to my breasts, exposed now the sheet had slipped. “With you both.”

Coben slid his hand over my
right breast, cupped the flesh, then tweaked my nipple.

I squirmed a little, enjoying
the slight discomfort.

Ed reached out and hovered his
hand over my left breast.

I held my breath as a wave of
longing went through me—longing for Ed to put his hands on me too. I wanted
them both. I craved the sensation of two men touching me at the same time.
Desiring me, wanting me, adoring me.

But not just any two men.
These two men.

Ed looked at Coben.

Coben’s attention went from
his own hand, to Ed’s poised over my breast, then up to Ed’s face. He gave a
slight nod.

Ed looked at me and rested his
hand over my flesh.

I breathed out, long and slow.
This was my time. My time with Ed and my time with Coben.

Ed’s warm hand squeezed my
breast the same way Coben’s was. My hard nipples were trapped. I felt so
consumed already by the two big men looming over me. How would I feel when…?

“Coben.” I gasped.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” I arched my spine.
“Fuck I want you both…”

“We know,” Ed said. He leaned
down and caught my mouth with his.

I kissed him back, our tongues
sliding against each other as my legs and body continued to be cushioned
between them. Ed tasted rich and masculine, his facial hair so different to the
feel of Coben’s softly shaven skin.

My breasts were still being
caressed, my nipples tweaked. I groaned and felt moisture in my pussy. Surely
it would happen now, this grand fantasy.

Ed sat again.

He was breathing fast and
sporting an impressive erection.

Oh God, can I really fit that and Coben’s cock inside of me?

Yes.

Ed licked his lips and turned
to Coben. “She’s so fucking amazing.”

“I know.” Coben swept his hand
down my belly, dipped into my navel, then fluffed his fingers through my strip
of pubic hair.

Ed watched him and sank his
teeth into his bottom lip.

“Every little bit of her is
amazing,” Coben said. “Open up, babe.”

I did as he’d asked and parted
my thighs. I was warm and wet, my folds slick.

Coben slid his fingers over my
clit. Something he’d done a thousand times but with Ed watching it felt new
again.

“Yeah, she’s ready for us,”
Coben said, slipping into my entrance. “Fuck yeah, Sian, you’re so damn sexy
and ready for it.”

“I know.” I pushed down onto
his invasion, greedy for more. “I want it. I want you both.”

Coben pulled his fingers from
me.

I groaned in frustration.

“Taste her,” he said to Ed,
holding his fingers between their faces.

“With pleasure.” Ed set his
attention on Coben’s fingers. He drew them into him mouth and sucked, his
cheeks hollowing as he made an appreciative sound.

My heart pounded against my
rib cage and my head spun with longing. Was I really witnessing this?

“Good, eh?” Coben said,
pulling his fingers from Ed’s mouth.

“Yeah.” Ed tipped forward and
kissed Coben, sharing my flavor.

I reached down and rubbed my
clit. I was shaking with need. These guys were so damn sexy, everything I
wanted and more.

Coben noticed me touching
myself. “Ah, ah, I don’t think so.” He caught my wrist. “Not when you have two
willing men here to service your every need.”

“So get servicing,” I replied,
pouting and shutting my eyes in frustration.

Ed chuckled. “She always so
demanding?”

“I’m afraid so.” Coben smiled
indulgently at me, then dipped his head and flicked his tongue over my clit.

I thrust my hips up for more
and pressed my head into the pillow. “Please.”

Coben suckled my clit into his
mouth. He was touching me too, rubbing my entrance, pushing into my pussy.

I opened my eyes. Ed was still
massaging my breast. His other hand was between my legs. They were both
touching me, easing into me. Coben was working my clit.

“Oh God,” I murmured. Already
a steady pulse was throbbing in my clit. The need to climb to release was
building.

The filling sensation
increased. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Ed murmured.

“It’ll be fine.” Coben kissed
upward, over my belly and to my right nipple. He caught it between his teeth
and tugged.

“Coben.” I gasped, running my
fingers into his hair.

“Mmm.”

“Oh God…” Ed had worked three
fingers into me and it felt amazing to have him seated inside me.

I stared at Coben. “You
handling it?”

“Babe, you’re spectacular.”

I smiled, then exhaled as an
overwhelming urge to thrust onto Ed’s hand came over me. I wanted to come…soon.

“Hey,” Ed said, pulling out.
“You’ve gotta wait for us, you know.”

“So get started.”

Ed looked at Coben. His jaw
tensed as he swept his damp fingers over Coben’s hair. “Permission,” he said.
“To fuck your wife.”

Coben smiled. “Granted.”

Ed leaned in and kissed him,
then ducked and kissed me.

I clung to his shoulders,
became lost in the dark taste of him, the wideness of his body, the heat of his
skin.

Suddenly I was on top of him.
He’d rolled us over so I was straddling him the way I had been in the kitchen
when he’d been sitting on the chair. “Ed!”

“Like this.” He reached down
and gripped his cock. “Sit on me, ride me, baby.”

“Yes.”

Coben was at my side, his arm
around my waist. “Allow me,” he said, nudging Ed’s hand away.

“With pleasure.” Ed reached
for my breasts and cupped them in both of his palms.

Coben held Ed’s cock upright.
“Take him, sit down and take him all the way.”

My entrance was wet and pliant
and as Coben directed Ed’s cock in the first inch I knew it was going to feel
amazing. He was wide and thick but no more than Coben was.

“That’s it,” Coben whispered
in my ear. “Take him, like that. When he’s in I’m going to fuck your ass, like
I did last night. You’ll love that, both of us in you, fucking you, taking you
to one hell of an orgasm. We’ll hold you tight.” He applied pressure to my
waist, urging me down. “You’ll never forget it, neither will we.”

I wanted to say that I hoped
it would be the first of many times, but I didn’t. My mouth was stuck in an O
as Ed’s thick shaft went higher and higher into me. The dense filling was
sublime and I held my breath as I took him to full depth.

Coben rubbed my clit in a
gentle up-and-down movement. “Good?”

“Yes.” I gasped, gripping Ed’s
wrists.

He let out a long, low groan
and twitched his hips, sinking just a tiny bit more. “Fuck it’s been a while
and I’ve been thinking about this for days, being in you, Sian.”

“Keep your control, soldier,”
Coben said.

He moved away from me and I
shifted. My clit came into contact with Ed’s body.

“Come here.” He tugged me
down. “I need to kiss you.”

I didn’t object and happily
allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth as our lips did a gentle dance.

He cupped my ass cheeks, his
hands so big I felt completely covered by them. As he pulled my buttocks apart
a cool swipe of lube slid over my anus.

“Ahh…” I tensed as Coben
repeated the action.

“Got to get you lubed up,”
Coben said. “Relax, babe.”

“Mmm…” It wasn’t going to be
easy. I was tense, primed for a fast and furious ride to satisfaction.

“Shh…” Ed rubbed his nose
against the tip of mine. “You know we’ll look after you, right.”

“Yes.”

“There’s no two men in the
world who could look after you better.”

“Yes, I know.”

“In every sense of the word.”

Coben breached my sphincter,
slipping a finger into my dark passage.

I sucked in a breath.

“We’ve got you,” Ed said.
“We’ll make it so good. Shh…”

I jerked and rested heavier on
Ed.

“Good girl.” Coben kissed my
shoulder. “Let me in.” He added another finger and went deeper.

It was so tight, compared to
last night when my pussy wasn’t stuffed with Ed’s cock. Would this work?

“Move,” Coben instructed.
“Work yourself up for it.”

I began to fuck Ed, riding
him, grinding my clit on his body.

He groaned and slid one hand
up my back and wrapped his fingers around my nape. It was a possessive, controlling
hold that, combined with Coben’s fingers in my ass, was nearly my undoing.

“Oh God, I want to come,” I
moaned.

“In a minute, when we’re both
inside you.” Ed’s voice held a note of tension now. I had the feeling it
wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge and join me in a race to climax.

Coben added another finger.
The nip of pain radiated through me and heightened my senses further. “Fuck
me,” I demanded, looking over my shoulder. “Now, I need you.”

“Yes.” He suddenly pulled out.

My ass felt empty and I
stilled, not wanting to continue without Coben attached to us both.

“Get in her.” Ed demanded.

“I am.”

The cool tip of his dick
touched my entrance. I breathed out and bore down, waiting for him to enter me.

“That’s it,” he said, gripping
my hips. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, babe.”

“Give it to me.”

Ed pulled me in for a wild,
tongue-thrusting kiss.

Coben eased forward on a
thick, steady ride into my back passage.

I squirmed and gasped,
struggled to take him. I wanted to say stop. I wanted to shout for more. It was
so much. It was everything I wanted.

“Ah fuck…” Ed gasped, breaking
the kiss and looking over my shoulder. “I can goddamn feel your cock, Cobe,
through her. Fucking awesome.”

“Yeah…” Coben said. He reached
full depth, the root of his cock stretching my sphincter almost impossibly
wide. “Awesome.” He groaned, long and guttural, and his chest connected with my
back. The groan vibrated through me, juddering into my lungs.

My breath hitched onto Ed and
for a moment we all froze. Buried deep, both men sandwiched me. I’d never felt
so stuffed full of cock, so invaded, so desired and needed. An orgasm was
hovering. It was a mere whisper away.

I sucked in breath, carefully.
Every nerve in my body was on high alert. I imagined for a moment that I was
made of china. That my climax was crystal. It was shimmering within reach…

“I fucking love you so much,”
Coben whispered, his lips moving against my shoulder. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too,” I said,
fisting the pillowcase by Ed’s ear.

“And I love you,” Ed added,
stroking across my head and onto Coben’s.

For a split second I wondered
if Coben had been speaking to me, or Ed or both of us. Had Ed been speaking to
Coben or me or both of us? But thoughts soon scuttled from my mind. Coben
pulled out, then eased back in.

“Ah, yeah,” I murmured against
Ed’s lips. “Fuck yeah…”

“Tell me about it…” He
groaned.

“Jesus,” Coben murmured. “This
is unreal.”

“Quit talking and fuck me,” I
demanded, rising off Ed, then sinking back down. Coben buried deeper in my ass
at the same time.

We all moaned. My nipples
scraped against Ed’s hairy chest. It felt like they’d penetrated me to the
core. They couldn’t get any deeper. My asshole stung. My pussy was stretched
taut. Every sensation added to a kaleidoscope of deliciousness.