SiNN (21 page)

He reached the top of the stairs. “Don’t worry, I won’t drop
you.”

She bit her lip to keep from speaking and pressed her face
against his neck. How in the hell was she going to survive without her two
guys? In less time than it had taken Lea to bond with Danielle, she’d fallen
for Jake and Toby as she’d never done with any one man.

They treated her with passion, kindness and tenderness she’d
rarely known. They worried about her. When she was with them, Lea had a sense
of being complete, as though she was part of a real family for the first time.
Even Danielle’s unwavering support and presence hadn’t been able to accomplish
that.

And it wasn’t going to last, no matter what she did or how
she felt.

Oh God, she was so fucking screwed, but still couldn’t
resist either man, loving them equally. Jake, for his commanding presence and
needy heart that he hid behind a wall of risk-taking and nonchalance. Toby, for
his struggle to just be himself rather than the perfect man, son, marshal,
always following the rules and sacrificing his feelings.

Thank God he wouldn’t be doing that today. He bounded up the
stairway, the steps vibrating beneath his weight, the plates and utensils
clinking against each other as they had in the kitchen.

His sweet eagerness made Lea smile.

“Which door?” Jake called out.

Quite a few were on either side of the long hall. Amber
lights in the shape of flames illuminated the wide space. Like the downstairs,
this area boasted a Southwestern style with reddish walls and nooks that held
sparkling bronze and silver statues.

“The double doors at the end,” Toby said.

Constructed of a dark wood and adorned with circular metal
pieces that gleamed dully in the faint light, they brought to mind ancient
churches in Central and South America.

“Can you reach the knob?” Jake asked Lea. “My hands are kind
of full.”

“Not for long,” Toby said from behind.

Her pulse quickened at his unspoken promise of what was to
come. Gladly, she opened the door.

The bedroom was three times the size of her entire apartment
in Phoenix. Rounded timbers graced the ceiling, along with a wrought iron
chandelier boasting dozens of bulbs.

Neither man turned on the lights. It wasn’t necessary.
Afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows, sparkling off the copper
artwork, a Native American design that stretched across one wall. Next to it
was a fireplace with an arched hearth that gave it an adobe look. Large
dressers that appeared both Spanish and rustic complemented the pricey Navajo
rugs and the massive wrought iron four-poster, big enough for five men.

Wow.

Toby put the tray on the right nightstand next to the bronze
lamp. Sun glinted off the glasses of juice and milk, falling at last on the
eggs and a set of handcuffs.

Lea stared. When had Toby taken them from his other things?
What were he and Jake planning to do? Who cared? They would never hurt her. She
had both men’s love. Lea knew it in her heart, sensed it in their kisses and
the way they embraced her.

Jake drew Lea closer as though he didn’t want to let go, no
different from her response when they’d been on the stairs. Again, she
tightened her grip on him and spoke without thinking, “How can you ever leave a
place like this?”

How can you leave me?

Toby stopped mid-chew, the slice of bacon bobbing over his
chin. He regarded the room as if seeing it for the first time. “I don’t come
here often,” he said, speaking around his food. “It’s so big.”

And so lonely. Lea heard his unspoken words behind the
others.

“If you could stay here forever, what would you do?” she
asked.

The men exchanged a glance. To Lea’s dismay, Jake lowered
her to her feet.

She should have stopped talking, but couldn’t. “I’d have
Danielle over. You guys would love her as much as I do. She’s a freaking riot.
Always joking around.” Lea smiled. It felt weird, forced, sad. Didn’t keep her
from grinning even harder. “She’s really good at imitating rock stars. Her
impression of Lady Gaga and Justin Bieber is so damn funny. It’s just too
much…you’d love it.”

Jake wore a pained expression. He reached out to touch her.

Lea backed away, not wanting sympathy. She needed her
fantasy. Didn’t he know that? “She likes to swim too. She’d go crazy over the
pool.”

“Lea,” Toby said, looking concerned.

“We could also have my mother over here,” she said, glancing
at both her guys. “Maybe I could get to know her. Maybe we’d become friends or
something.” She turned to Jake. “Does she want to see me? Did she say that
after Cubrero murdered my father? Are we going to be relocated together?”

Jake inhaled deeply and sighed out his answer. “Too risky.”

A tear ran down Lea’s cheek. Why, she didn’t know. Whatever
bond she’d had with the woman had died long ago. The only thing that remained
was a little girl’s need to be rescued from strangers, to be held in loving
arms. “Not a problem.” She swiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I don’t
know her anyway, right? She’s okay, though, isn’t she?”

Both men nodded.

“She’d really love it here,” Lea said, padding around the
room, touching a lamp’s leather shade, more statutes in more nooks, the satiny
bedspread boldly slashed with bronze, copper and gold tones. “Who wouldn’t
adore everything here?” She frowned at Toby. “How can you ever fucking leave?”

He crossed the room to her, as did Jake.

This time, Lea huddled against them, her cheek on Toby’s
shoulder, her arm around Jake’s waist. Their unique scents and male musk did
more to ease her sorrow than all the words they might have said.

It was long past the time for promises or hope. There was only
now.

“I want to have some fun,” she whispered, her voice
cracking. “Show me a good time.”

Jake murmured, “We will.” He didn’t move, nor did Toby.

“Now,” Lea insisted. “Use the cuffs.”

Toby cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t have brought them. It
was stupid. I don’t think—”

“That’s right,” she snapped. “Don’t think. Just fucking do.
Show me a good time, dammit.”

Jake sighed.

She countered, “Unless neither of you are man enough.”

Unwise words, Lea knew, but they did the trick. None too
gently, Jake swatted her ass, pulled her away from Toby and lifted her back
into his arms.

Lea trailed her fingertip over his collarbone. “This better
be good. No, fuck that. It better be pissing great.”

He turned his face to hers. His sorrow and sympathy were
gone, replaced with hard-ass lust. “You have any doubts?”

Not now. Lea gripped his shoulder and called out, “Toby,
don’t you dare hold back.”

He paused at the nightstand, then returned, kissing her
biceps, running his handcuffs up and down her arm. “Don’t worry, I don’t intend
to.”

That’s what Lea wanted to hear, what she required…as much
fun as possible for as long as they were all together.

She expected Jake would put her on the mattress, cuffing her
to the headboard.

He did not, carrying her into the bathroom instead. With its
massive windows and skylights, no artificial illumination was necessary or
missed. Sunlight glinted over everything. And damn, there was a lot to see.

Lea gaped at the antique gold fixtures, coppery granite, the
reddish marble floor, the wall-to-wall mirrors and the improbable size. The
footage in here was possibly fifteen hundred square feet. Maybe more. And about
half of what the master bedroom owned.

“My God, who designed this?” she asked. “Steven Spielberg?”

Jake laughed.

Toby shrugged. “One of my mother’s many boyfriends.”

Lea’s giggles stopped. Jake also fell silent.

Before they got morose, Lea teased, “Which one of you guys
do I get to cuff?”

Jake pinched her butt. She yelped. He said, “The one in your
fantasies.”

“Uh-uh,” Toby said. “She doesn’t get to daydream about
anyone but us.”

“I like how you think,” Jake said. Bypassing the claw-footed
tub, he brought Lea to the shower.

Toby opened the glass door.

Like the master bed, the space was large enough to
accommodate several adult men and their companions. Unbelievably, mirrors
covered the walls in here too, rather than tile, leaving nothing to the
imagination.

Lea stared at her tangled hair, kiss-bruised lips, the color
in her cheeks. She wore a whorish look that matched the animal passion in Jake’s
and Toby’s eyes.

“Cuff me,” she said.

Jake lowered Lea to her feet and spoke to Toby. “You heard
the lady.”

He snapped the metal around her wrists. With his body, Toby
backed her toward the left showerhead. There was another one on the opposite
wall and several at waist and calf level.

Raising her arms, Toby slipped the center of the cuffs over
the fixture, restraining and exhibiting her.

The mirrors exposed her nudity from every angle. She saw the
hickey Jake had left on her throat and the one from Toby on her right butt
cheek.

They’d marked her well and had used her thoroughly. Her
nipples were a darker color than Lea recalled, evidence of Jake and Toby’s
suckling, their tongues licking, stubble scouring. Her cunt also showed their
relentless dedication to her pleasure. Her vulva, normally a dark pink, was a
shade below crimson now, proving they had also fucked her repeatedly.

With still more to come.

Jake closed the shower door in such haste, its glass rattled
loudly. If he noticed, he didn’t let on, standing shoulder to shoulder with
Toby, both of them regarding her.

Anticipation heated Lea’s blood, along with a desire to look
her fill of them. As short as Toby’s hair was, the ends stood up, giving him a
rumpled appearance, the same as Jake. His dark locks were deliciously mussed,
his face beard-shadowed. Despite having shaved that first day, Toby’s whiskers
were catching up, making him seem less stuffy and positively dangerous.

His cock certainly knew no restraint. The beautiful rod was
so hard, it defied gravity, lifting away from his body, its crown a deep red,
nearly purple.

Jake’s was the same.

What a bounty. And they were all hers for the moment. Two
exquisite men, one so golden, the other a more coppery shade. Lea’s attention
moved from the thick thatch of hair above their respective cocks to Jake’s
luscious tattoo and then to Toby’s amazing eyes.

He moved into her first, claiming Lea’s mouth, his hand
running over her breasts. With his shameless possession of her, she pushed to
her toes, then came down hard at Jake’s hands on her inner thighs. Wordlessly,
he directed Lea to part her legs.

She obeyed and he rewarded her amply with his fingers
sliding into her sheath and his mouth on her clit.

A brazen moan escaped her, silenced quickly by Toby’s tongue.
He settled one hand on the right side of her butt. Almost simultaneously, Jake
placed his hand on the other side. Both men slid their forefingers down her
crack to her anus.

Lea’s scalp prickled at the heavenly sensations streaming
from her cunt to her ass to her nipples, then back to her pussy, all of those
tingles and heat merging into what a reasonable woman wouldn’t have been able
to withstand.

She’d passed the bounds of self-restraint long ago, probably
the first minute she’d seen her guys in The Second Circle. Her performance
there seemed a lifetime away, as though it had happened to someone else. For
Lea, the only reality she now knew, the only one she wanted, was whatever
happened in the coming minutes.

Jake eased his fingers out of her, working them back inside
with incomparable care, as though he understood how sore she might be from his
and Toby’s cocks. Accompanying his gentle thrusts was his tongue lapping her
clit and his forefinger stroking her anus.

Toby’s impatience to fondle her there was touching. Twice,
he pushed Jake’s hand away. Not having that, Jake shoved Toby’s right back. God
love her guys, they couldn’t get enough of her, nor could Lea get her fill of
them.

She suckled Toby’s tongue as hard as she could, tasting the
bacon he’d eaten and a faint bite of orange juice. Her nipples hardened at his
expert touch, the tips becoming delightfully sensitive. So much feeling
competed for Lea’s interest, she couldn’t settle on any one delight for long.

Until Jake focused fully on her nub, drawing pleasure from
each part of her, bringing it all together in that one spot. Her lips went
slack around Toby’s tongue. She fought for air.

Not about to allow it, Toby deepened their kiss, his
forefinger entering the tight pink ring of her anus. His action was so
debauched, so sublimely arousing, Lea again pushed to her toes. Jake brought
her right back down. Toby held her in place with his body tight against hers.

Restrained and used, Lea rode a wave of velvety heat that
thrilled, comforted and promised to satisfy. The warmth coiled in her thighs
and belly, then journeyed to her groin. Each of Jake’s licks grew more
pronounced, urging Lea closer to climax. Toby’s stirring kiss ensured that
she’d make few sounds.

The faint clink of the cuffs on the fixture, Jake’s and
Toby’s roaming hands and exploring mouths excited Lea beyond anything she’d
known. This wasn’t a good time. Hell, it wasn’t even a great time. It was all
that she’d once hoped life could be. Being loved and wanted beyond anything
else in this world.

It wouldn’t last.

She squeezed her eyes tight, refusing to recognize the
brutal facts. Not now. Later. Tomorrow or the next day. If there was a next
day.

Stop it.

Lea spread her legs a bit more for Jake. Her tongue danced
with Toby’s. Both men were appreciative, tending to her as if she were all that
mattered, delivering what they’d promised. One fucking good time.

She shouted at her climax’s arrival, holding nothing back,
her response telling her guys that she loved them and had to have still more.
As much as they could provide for the precious hours that remained.