Two for Tamara (5 page)

“Dude, I think that’s illegal in every state except maybe Texas.”
Vin laughed
.

“Screw off. How long will it take you to get to California?”
Rafe looked over to see Tamara with his jacket on, sitting on a rock with her arms wrapped around her legs
.
He shared the image with Vin, along with what he saw in the small glimpse he’d gotten from the crack in her mind.

“I can demat there in seconds, but I don’t think the cops would understand that very well.”

Rafe grunted in agreement. “
The cottage that I’d tracked her to before the wedding is up the road from here. I’m assuming that’s where she was before this happened. Meet us there.”

An image of Vin saluting him was the last he saw before the connection ended.

“Let’s go,
omorfia
.” Rafe held out his hand.

Tamara blinked her eyes up at him. “I’m not weak.”

“I know.” He nodded.

Her long, slim fingers gripped his. They fit together—her tan, slim hand, his copper, much larger one. They fit like a puzzle, with Vin’s on top, and he knew they’d be complete. He may not deserve her, but he couldn’t give her up. The halo that was visible each time he’d seen her could be explained away by a trick of the lighting, but not this time. Not standing on the side of the road with the sun on the other side of the mountain. No, the golden light that encompassed her could only be one thing. She was his Fated. Vin had acted strange, and before he claimed her, Rafe needed to see if she was Vin’s, too.

Had the fates decided to give him and Vin one woman to share, just like Max and Malcolm? Two men for Tamara?

Vin wasn’t sure how long it would take Rafe and Tamara to return to the cottage, but he knew she had planned to buy groceries. However, that trip had not come to fruition thanks to
Carl.
Even thinking his name made Vin want to punch someone. Instead, he took from Tamara’s memory her favorite things, and filled the fridge and cupboards.

He was a pretty decent cook when he wanted to be. Being thousands of years old, you learned a lot of different things, and boredom happened to them all, a time or a million.

Pulling out the fixings for fajitas, he set to work. By the time he heard Rafe’s Harley, he had the island that separated the kitchen from the living room set up with most of the fixings.

“Damn, that smells great.” Rafe opened the door for Tamara.

“What the…How did you get in here?” Tamara’s head swung back and forth between them.

Vin didn’t flinch away from the accusation burning in her brown eyes. He wasn’t going to make it a secret that he wanted her. “Have a seat. I thought you both might be hungry.” Vin flashed a smile at the double meaning. His dick became a steel pole in his jeans as soon as she and Rafe walked in the door. The golden orb surrounding her reached out to Rafe too, a new sight that sent hope through every fiber of his being.

Rafe waited to sit until Tamara took a spot on one of the comfortable barstools. Vin enjoyed the way she brought out the softer side of his friend. Tamara still had Rafe’s leather jacket on, even though it was warm in the cottage. He liked seeing her in their things. He really wanted to see her in nothing, but he’d wait for that. Rafe sat with his back straight, feet planted firmly on the floor. Although Tamara was tall, her feet didn’t quite touch the ground. His friend really needed to loosen up.

He brought the pan with the fajita chicken, onion, and peppers from the stove and added it to the rest of the fixings for their impromptu meal. “Eat. Then we will talk.”

Tamara grabbed a plate and filled it with a little of everything. “I’m eating because I’m hungry, not because you told me to. And FYI, when we are done, you two”—she pointed at Rafe and Vin—“are out of here.”

Her spunk amused him.

They ate in relative silence. He was glad he’d found an apron to hide his erection, since it was a constant state he was in anytime Tamara was around.

Rafe shook his head. Vin frowned at the action. His best friend’s face tightened. Yeah, he was going to get Rafe to lighten up.

The radio in the living room came on with a wave of his hand. The song “It Will Rain” by Bruno Mars began playing. Vin had his back to the counter, his hips swaying to the music, and he started singing along. He’d been known to give a lap dance, or several if the mood struck him. The next song was by Pitbull with the chick that Vin still wasn’t sure how to spell, something like cashew, but the song “Timber” was one of his favorites.

Vin rounded the counter and pulled Tamara from her seat. “Dance with me.” He brought her body flush with his. She shrugged out of Rafe’s jacket, much to the annoyance of him.

They fit just the way he knew they would. Over her head, he met Rafe’s dark stare just as their woman swiveled her hips. Tamara was an excellent samba dancer, her body flowing with the beat as if the music ran through her. She grabbed his left hand in hers, and her eyes dared him to lead. A man not known to back down from anything, Vin had learned the intricate steps long before Tamara was even born. He took control of the dance.

Her body was a work of art. Their hearts beat in time with each other. The diamond-tip hardness of her nipples brushed his each time the steps had them move together and apart. She smiled, and each time she did he felt like he’d hung the moon. They moved around the large open area. The song lasted only a couple minutes, but Vin would trade a lifetime for another two.

When Robin Thicke’s song “Blurred Lines” came on, that was when Vin knew it was make or break time for Rafe. If his friend didn’t join them, if he didn’t feel the same pull, then Vin was going to cut him out of the running. Tamara wasn’t some easy lay, some woman to fuck and forget, or even a short-term relationship. No, she was his Fated. He’d gladly share her for their entire lifetimes with Rafe if she were his Fated, too. But he’d not let him lay a finger on her if he didn’t feel the same for Tamara as Vin did. Surely Rafe could see the same thing as Vin. Her aura was like none other, like a golden globe surrounding her, reaching out to encompass him and Rafe.

Tamara rested her head on his chest and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. The chorus made her giggle, their bodies barely moving except in subtle movements that mimicked what he wanted to do with no clothes on.

“I’m no good girl, you know,” Tamara whispered.

Rafe chose that moment to step behind her. “Good, goddess I hope not.” He nipped her earlobe.

“What do you want from me?”

Vin tipped her chin up. “Don’t hide from us. We won’t ask for more than you’re ready to give.” He hoped like hell he was saying the truth.

“I can’t make the same promises. Vin’s the gentleman here,” Rafe murmured.

Tamara tipped her head back. “I think the two poles poking me are quite obvious enough that I should be warned you both are not choirboys.”

His cock jerked against her stomach at her husky chuckle. He’d been many things, but a boy? He shook his head.

Hell, for her, he’d pretend to be anything.

“I could see you dressed up in khaki and navy going to Catholic school,” Tamara snickered.

Rafe laughed.

Vin flicked him in the forehead, which the man then took advantage of by pulling Tamara out of his arms and into his own.

The music was forgotten, although it continued to play. Vin let Rafe hold their Fated.

There was no doubt in his mind she was theirs. He’d connected with his friend when they began the impromptu dance, letting Rafe know he had two choices. To join them forever, or kick rocks.

“
Mature douchebag.”
Rafe laughed. “
The only thing I’ll be kicking is your ass.”

“Bring it.”
Vin raised his eyebrows.

He wasn’t sure how far they were going to be able to take things this night, wasn’t even sure she was ready to kiss them.

A feminine gasp brought his attention to the couple waltzing across the kitchen. Rafe took the what-ifs and claimed the rosy red lips, and then shared the connection with Vin. Son of a bitch, he wouldn’t survive watching without tasting for himself.

Rafe turned her to face Vin, and her brown eyes were unfocused with lust, shimmering as she stared at him. He ran the back of his hand down the side of her cheek. The cool, silky skin was like smooth mocha cream under his fingertips.

He bent his head and trailed his nose along the same path his hand had just taken, inhaling her scent, wanting to memorize it for all time. His left hand gripped her hip, pulled her against his much larger frame, and he finally tasted Tamara.

Vin locked his knees in place, licked at the inside of Tamara’s mouth, consuming every nuance, every flavor that was Tamara Mejia. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, nibbled on the corner of her lips, drawing her tongue against his own. Only when he knew she needed air did he pull away.

“Good lord, what you do to me,” Vin murmured against her lips.

She took a shaky breath. “I made myself a promise years ago, that I’d be in charge of my life. Today, I almost…I won’t allow anything or anyone to stop me from taking what I want.”

Tamara wiggled out from between them, and Vin felt his heart drop.

Rafe growled, but he too didn’t make a move to pull her back. This was her choice, even if it killed them both.

She turned her back to the both of them, her hair a dark curtain as it spilled down past her waist. Lust, mixed with the softer emotion of love, swept over Vin.

Tamara grabbed the end of her camisole and dragged it over her head. Her copper-colored skin played peek-a-boo behind her hair, making Vin’s iron-hard erection almost painful.

Rafe tore his own shirt in half in his impatience, and the remnants of the torn garment sailed across the room. She was wearing a bra, but with a twist of her long slim fingers, she unsnapped the closure and dropped it next to her top.

Vin was trembling inside and out. He wanted to close the gap between them, but this was her show. He didn’t want to do anything that would scare her or make her change her mind.

When she turned to face them, her breasts that were definitely large enough to fill his hands, were firm and high. The tips were puckered, and he growled, shocked at the possessive sound.

Tamara lifted her hands and kneaded the flesh that beckoned to him. He raised his own shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Her hands shook as she ran her palms down her flat abdomen, the trembling evident as she undid the snap on the loose slacks she wore.

Any doubt that she wanted them as much as they wanted her disappeared when the scent of her arousal hit him. Standing in nothing but a white lace thong, Tamara was every man’s wet dream. She licked her lips, lips that were red and swollen from his kisses.

“Are you sure,
omorfia mou
?” Rafe asked, standing frozen to the spot.

Vin heard the desperation in his friend’s tone, the endearment so easily said from one of the coldest men Vin had ever known.

“Am I sure that I want to have sex with two men? Absolutely.” She nodded. “But I’ve never done this…”

He’d never seen a woman with a complexion like hers blush so becomingly. Vin vowed he’d do his damnedest to see that same rosy hue cover her from head to toe for a whole other reason, and soon.

“How do you want to do this,
agape mou
?” Vin asked.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean. I’m a sure thing.”

Rafe growled, moving closer to where she stood. “You are many things, Tamara, but I would never call you a sure thing, nor will we allow you to demean yourself to us.”

She pushed at Rafe’s chest. “You don’t allow me to do anything. I do what I want.”

Vin watched Tamara nip Rafe’s lip, her fingers unsnapping his jeans. The sound of Rafe’s zipper being tugged down made all hesitation on their part fly out the window with her take-charge moves.

“I had you pegged as a commando man,” Tamara murmured as his jeans parted to expose lack of briefs.

Vin didn’t think he could handle watching her give Rafe a blow job without coming in his jeans.

“Come here,” she beckoned him with one finger. And like a marionette, he walked the two steps to where she stood holding his best friend’s hard cock in her hand.

Vin’s own hands itched to cup her breasts in his palms, and it went against the grain to turn control over to anyone, but he knew Tamara needed this. And goddess, did he need to have her fingers wrapped around his length. He needed her lips and tongue on his dick like he needed his next breath. She unsnapped his jeans and undid the zip the same as Rafe’s, gasped, and smiled a wicked grin.

“Not commando for you then, Vin?” Tamara dropped to her knees.

“She’s going to fucking kill us.”
Rafe groaned.

“What a way to go.” Vin palmed the back of Tamara’s head, letting her lick first him then Rafe.

She hummed around the head of his dick, and Vin was sure he was going to come.

* * * *

Rafe loved seeing Tamara on her knees sucking his and his best friend’s cocks, wanted to watch her swallow Vin’s cum and then his. But not their first time.

Vin tugged Tamara off him, pulled her to her feet and covered her mouth with his own. The man didn’t kiss her. No, he ate at her mouth like a starving man.

“Bed,” Rafe rumbled.

Tamara tugged Vin to what Rafe assumed was her bedroom. The king-sized bed would be a tight fit—since both he and Vin were huge men, even a California King wouldn’t work. He made a small adjustment with no more than a thought, replacing her bed with one twice as big.

Vin jerked the covers off the bed, tossing them to the end over the chest at the foot of the bed, which kept them from tumbling to the floor. “I don’t want anything to hide you from us.” Vin’s voice sounded rough. “How do you want to do this,
agape mou
?”