Under Control (10 page)

Gabriel issued a sigh through his nose and slung his arm over Joey’s shoulders, drawing him near. They stared into space for several minutes while a dozen scenarios involving Jayla played through his mind. Hurt, kidnapped. Or worse.

Dammit, the alcohol wasn’t working nearly enough on Gabriel’s fears. They’d both texted her several times, but after the simple
I’m safe
she’d sent Joey, there was nothing.

Joey set the bottle on the floor and leaned into Gabriel’s touch. “I hate feeling so helpless.”

“I don’t even understand what I’m feeling.” Gabriel’s admission fell between them, throwing them into another heavy silence.

Joey rested his broad palm on Gabriel’s thigh. The warmth of his fingers wrapped around his leg and shot up into his groin. He turned to his lover. Joey stared into his eyes.

Simultaneously, they moved toward each other, lips meeting roughly, hands working off clothing. Each kiss, bite, and hard stroke of their cocks had extra meaning. They took each other with all the rough aggravation they both felt.

And at the end, Gabriel saw Jayla’s beautiful face floating behind his closed eyelids.

»»•««

Jayla tipped her head back and stared at the sky. This far out from the city she could actually see a star glinting in the black velvet, where normally the city lights cast a constant glow.

She dragged in a deep breath. The salty tang of the ocean filled her nose, a soothing balm over her stressed-out soul. A few hours on Blaine’s trail had turned into two days, and then three. She was bone-weary and strung out on all the information she’d gathered.

Some of it was worthless and she’d really pissed off a lot of people she’d believed were mutual friends. Turned out they were Blaine’s friends who’d tolerated her while they were dating.

Leaning her back against the picnic table where she sat, she sucked in more of the ocean-scented air. Why did she live right in the city when she preferred the crash of waves and the sun sparkling on the water? The park where she’d come to rest was about a mile off the coast—not close enough. But she was too tired to attempt the walking trail that ran to the ocean.

She and Blaine had come here toward the end of their relationship, and while his company hadn’t thrilled her, the scenery had.

Her phone battery was long dead. Which was fine. She wouldn’t know how to talk to Gabriel or Joey anyway.

She straightened. Where had that thought come from? The guys were popping into her brain more and more instead of less. Why? She hardly knew them. Their night of sex had been a once in a lifetime experience and she didn’t regret it, but it wasn’t anything life-changing.

Or was it? She felt different. Despite the trouble in her life, she was more aware of changes she needed to make. She needed to find more happiness and less day-to-day routine.

Gabriel and Joey gave me that.

Yes, but it was one night.

She propped her elbow on knee and rested her chin on her palm. A light breeze ruffled the hair at her temples, and she couldn’t help but associate the sensation to fingers in her hair.

Both Gabriel and Joey had seemed obsessed with touching her. Totally absorbed as they pleasured her again and again.

Tingles of need spread through her body. If she could get to a phone… They’d come get her.

A battle waged inside her. They had their own life together, didn’t need her intruding. But the way they’d looked at her made her wonder if she was underestimating the power of that night together.

The sounds of their lovemaking lived in her head, a song she couldn’t shake. When she’d started seeing Blaine, he’d shown her a side she’d loved. He’d given his friend hell for looking at her too long. He’d put her inside the cab first and ordered dinner for her.

Yes, some women would be offended by these actions, but she loved the attention and care he’d shown her. But it had quickly faded.

Gabriel and Joey made her feel safe and loved in their home—in their bed. Their refusal to let her leave and possibly risk her life gave her that thrill of being cherished that she craved. What was she running from?

She got off the picnic bench and started walking toward the parking lot. Not a car was parked there, but a weathered bathhouse was lit by security lights. She approached cautiously. Now that her mind was made up to contact her lovers, she wasn’t going to make some stupid move that got her hurt.

Only the distant cry of gulls sounded. She walked along the perimeter of the building until she found what she wanted.

An old pay phone. Did it still work? Heart pounding, she picked up the receiver and fished in her jeans pocket for some coins. She felt grubby and exhausted. The idea of showering and falling into bed with Gabriel and Joey pulled a quiet moan from her. The previous day she’d stopped at a friend’s house, had a shower, and borrowed a set of clothes, but she’d been on the streets too long for that to be more than a distant pleasant memory.

She dialed Joey’s cell. His number was emblazoned on her brain after staring at his messages until her phone had finally died.

“Hello?”

She started. For a minute, she couldn’t catch her breath enough to speak.

“Hello?”

“J-Joey.”

“Holy fuck. Jayla!”

A cry bubbled in her chest, but she didn’t release it. She pressed her forehead against the building and locked the phone to her ear as if it were Joey’s chest. “Can you hear me all right?”

“Yes. Where the hell are you?”

She told them the park name.

“We’re coming for you, but it will take thirty minutes.”

“Make it twenty.”

Relief mingled with a smile in his tone. “You got it, sweets. We’ll be there.”

When she hung up, she stood for long minutes, just breathing and letting waves of happiness lap at her. She went back to the picnic table, climbed onto the top, and stared upward. Was it her imagination, or did the world seem to be brighter, wider, more filled with hope?

The crunch of tires on gravel made her jerk upright. For a dizzying moment, she feared it wasn’t Gabriel and Joey. And then she spotted their truck.

She leaped off the table and ran toward them. They spilled out and closed the distance between them. The darkness shadowed their faces, but she knew they were smiling.

Her chest struck Gabriel’s first, and Joey’s closed in from the side and covered half of her back. Four arms wrapped her in a cocoon. Tipping her face up, she met Joey’s gaze first then Gabriel’s.

“When we get you home, we’re going to take turns flipping you over our knees and spanking your ass for pulling this stunt.”

Dark heat slithered south to her pussy at the promise. She threw an arm around each and went on tiptoe. Gabriel claimed her lips first, crushing his hard lips down on hers. Passion flowed before he even parted her lips with his tongue. She opened to him, and he sank his tongue inside.

A groan left her. Joey’s hips pinned her firmly to Gabriel, and everything inside her hummed with the need to be owned by both of these men. If just for one more night, she wanted to be theirs.

To be cherished.

Gabriel broke the kiss too soon, and Joey caught her jaw in his thumb and forefinger, turning her head to his. A squeak escaped her throat as he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. Long, sweeping passes that melted all her bones until both men supported her.

“There’s nobody around,” Joey said.

“Good. Get her jeans. I’ll get her top.”

She hardly had time to process their words before they started stripping her. When cooler air kissed her nipples, she scrabbled with Gabriel’s T-shirt to pull it overhead. Joey removed his own and didn’t stop there. His abs were carved by moonlight as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his hips. All the clothing was tossed into the bed of the truck.

While Joey pulled down the tailgate, Gabriel teased her with mouth and tongue, spreading warm kisses over her throat and up her jaw. Gabriel caught her under her thighs and hitched her up to straddle him.

“You scared the hell out of us, sweetheart. And for that, you’re going to pay. In orgasms.”

Rough fingers eased between her thighs. Gabriel sank to the tailgate and yanked her atop him, spreading her pussy folds to explore. Two more hands cupped her ass, kneading.

“Oh God.” She shuddered under their combined touch, oblivious to who was touching, kissing, or biting where. Somehow she was rolled between two big male bodies onto the bed of clothes with the stars winking down on them.

Until now, her life had seemed plain Jane. With her lying chest to chest with Gabriel, she stared into his glittering eyes. His stiff cock poised at her opening, and she swore she felt his heartbeat through it. Or maybe that was her own heart slamming her ribcage.

Joey kneeled behind her, rolling a condom over his cock. He rubbed the fat tip over her folds. Straddling Gabriel, she gasped when he pushed his head just inside her pussy, stretching her, letting her acclimate to his girth.

“You’re going to let us get you off until we’re satisfied that you’re too tired to run away again. Then we’re going to take you home with us and make you scream so loud that the neighbors call the cops.” Joey’s whisper teased her ear. He rubbed his cock head over her pucker, and she stiffened, awaiting an intrusion that never came.

Lying on his back, Gabriel pulled his legs back, still stretching her with his cock. Joey continued downward until Gabriel groaned, and she knew his lover had filled him.

God, knowing they were all joined set her on fire. She screwed herself down on Gabriel’s cock until he was balls-deep. Her inner walls tightened and released rapidly, and she saw his throat work as if he was trying to grasp some control.

Joey’s lightly-furred chest caressed her spine as he moved within Gabriel, pulling out and easing back inside slowly.

Gabriel’s cock jerked inside her as Joey hit a good spot. “Fuck, yeah.” He cupped Jayla’s chin in one hand and kissed her with all the pent-up need she’d felt these past days away from them.

Her nipples ached for attention, but she knew in time she’d have more than she could handle.

∙•∙

Joey’s pulse hammered in his temples as he watched Gabriel’s tongue bulge inside Jayla’s cheek. Having her hot, wet mouth around him while Gabriel pounded his ass was the ultimate fantasy—one he planned to live out as soon as they got home.

Shaking, he withdrew almost to the tip. Gabriel issued a guttural groan, muffled by Jayla’s kiss. Joey lashed his arm around her middle and guided her up and down over his lover’s cock. Then he thrust deep into Gabriel’s ass again.

They’d slaked their lust only once since she’d disappeared—out of pure need. But the act had felt lesser, as if their bodies recognized what was missing even if they couldn’t speak it aloud.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Your pussy’s so…fucking…tight. Grip me harder, let me know who you want fucking you,” Gabriel forced out.

“You,” she panted. “Both of you.”

Pressure built low in Joey’s spine with every thrust. In the moonlight, Jayla’s skin glowed like a blue nymph’s, and the brine in the air mingled with the scents of their sex.

Locking his lips to her throat, he kissed a path upward, tasting each delectable place he’d been dreaming of. Gabriel’s inner walls clamped around Joey, alerting him that his lover was close. He’d been so lost in his own ecstasy, he hadn’t been watching Gabriel.

And seeing his lover’s face twist as he came was the best part of having his ass. Joey pulled out, pushed in again. They shared a ragged moan. Jayla worked her hips faster, taking Gabriel’s cock.

Suddenly Joey was right on the edge—ready to fall off the cliff of bliss. He tightened his muscles to try to regain some control over the rhythm, but he was powerless. Jayla was in the driver’s seat, pumping up and down on Gabriel’s cock and Joey was forced to keep her pace.

Which was too fast.

“I can’t last. Jayla, you’re…” His balls clenched. Need rushed up. His release came in fast spurts. Gabriel threw his head back, the cords in his throat standing out in the shimmering light. When Joey blew, he watched his face even as he absorbed Jayla’s quakes and cries.

For several heartbeats, he clung Jayla, still deep in Gabriel. If he’d believed this was right before, there was no doubt in his mind now. She belonged with them.

Belonged
to
them.

Trailing his lips across her neck, he held Gabriel’s gaze. The lights in his eyes echoed Joey’s thoughts. Very carefully he withdrew from Gabriel. He lifted Jayla and turned her in his arms to kiss her while Gabriel dealt with his condom. She was so soft and pliant, kissing him back with a tenderness that touched him.

“You okay, sweets?” Joey smoothed her rioting hair off her face.

She gave him a soft smile. “Yes. Just wondering when you’re both going to share my body.”

He went dead still and Gabriel growled. “Dammit, I only had the two condoms in my wallet,” Gabriel said.

“Guess we’d better get dressed and go home, then.”

Gabriel hooked his hand behind Joey’s neck and stamped his mouth to Joey’s hard. The flame that was never doused between them flared to life. Thinking about sliding in and out of Jayla’s sweet body with only a thin barrier between their cocks made Joey instantly hard.

He climbed out of the truck bed and pulled off his condom. Then he used his shirt to wipe himself up before handing it to Gabriel to use. Jayla watched them for a minute before saying, “Now you’re going to have to ride home without a shirt.”

“I know.” Gabriel’s white teeth flashed. “Pity, isn’t it?”

Joey rubbed his hands up and down his abs, watching Jayla’s nipples pucker. Damn, he wasn’t going to make it home if he didn’t get her dressed—fast. He found her clothing and put the bundle of fabric in her hands.

“Hurry and get dressed.”

She opened her mouth as if to speak and then shut it.

Joey had a hundred questions for her. What had she found? Where had she been? Had she gotten into any trouble? He hardly wanted to hear the last response, but he needed to. Just as he asked Gabriel to purge his frightening moments. He needed to have his finger on the pulse of what happened to the people he cared for. It made him feel slightly more in control.