Under Control (6 page)

They spread out, bumping into furniture. He crouched to search the usual low places—people usually hid beside a chair or beneath a bed. Feeling only inanimate objects, he met up with Corey’s search team. “All clear. Next room.”

Jagger took down the door and flames licked out. “Welcome to the fires of hell, boys. Hope your souls are intact.”

Gabriel would normally laugh at this joke, but he was wondering if this was another arson set by Jayla’s ex. Dammit, he needed to find this asshole. Not only to end his firebug spree but to keep Jayla safe.

“Hoses needed in west side. Hit us,” Corey said over the connection.

Gabriel looked up to see the ceiling rippling with heat waves. Paint peeled off and fell to the flames at their feet. From behind, a hose team arrived and blasted the fire. When the smoke momentarily cleared, Gabriel saw the open cupboard door.

“Get my back,” he called. He launched through the wall of fire. He hit his knees and skidded, thankful for the protective layers that kept him from third-degree burns. He whipped open the cupboard door, and a small arm flopped out.

“Jesus, it’s a kid. Find the parent!” He reached inside and gathered the limp body into his arms. If he had a buck for every time he’d found a child hiding from a fire, he’d be on an exotic island. But then he wouldn’t be here, saving kids either.

After taking a deep breath, he held it and transferred his breathing apparatus to the unconscious child’s face. Was that…yes, her chest walls were expanding. “Stay with me, kid.” He replaced his gear over his face and ran for it. Leaping the spray of water and breaking past the room they’d just left, which was now engulfed in flames too. His heart throbbed in his ears, and his lungs burned with the need to scream.

He’d just passed a window and in the back yard, a swimming pool shimmered in the afternoon sun. This family had a pool, and Jayla’s ex worked for a pool company. Those chemicals in the bomb were used to in water treatment.

Barreling out of the burning home, he yelled, “I need a medic!” Two men came running at him and removed the child from his arms. Gabriel didn’t hesitate—he swung around and walked back into the fire.

There was a second victim to be saved.

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Joey did an about-face to pace the length of the living room for the millionth pass. The minute Gabriel left the house, Joey had switched on the TV and glued himself to the news. It took about half an hour for the news to break about the fire.

Sitting on the edge of the couch beside Joey, Jayla had held her breath as she watched in wonder. How men and women were able to pull people out of the flames was beyond her. Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of the fear those victims would feel.

The news reporter confirmed there were two residents trapped. Then a photo appeared onscreen. A man weighted down by gear, his face unseen behind his mask. But in the corner of the screen, a photo of Gabriel flashed.

Jayla pressed her fingers to her lips. “Oh my God.”

“Fucking hero,” Joey muttered, but it didn’t sound like a curse as much as worship. Her heart fluttered at the sight of Gabriel’s chiseled features. She couldn’t look away from the image of him holding a small body in his arms.

Joey flopped down beside her, his long fingers dug into his hair. “I hate waiting like this.”

“I can see why.” She placed her hand on his knee, and their gazes met. A spark of heat slipped low in her belly, then lower. After retrieving some belongings from her apartment, she’d changed into her own clothes, but she almost wished for Joey’s sweats back. The comfort of having something he’d worn against her skin…

He knotted their fingers together. “I have to warn you that when he comes in from a call like this, he’s a live wire.”

Her heart thudded over. “What do you mean? He’s violent?”

“Only if you count pinning me to the wall a violent act.”

More liquid warmth squeezed from her pussy, and she couldn’t look away from him. This strange attraction between them burned hot and bright. If she’d met them under different circumstances, would she feel the same spark?

Fear and danger brought people together sometimes. She’d heard stories of people having shotgun weddings after extreme events. But no, the light of interest had shined in Gabriel’s eyes before he’d noticed the package she held.

“If you want me to leave the house when he comes home, I understand. I should give you two privacy.”

Joey opened his mouth then shut it again. The way he studied her face made her squirm with need. What had he stopped himself from saying?

“No, you can’t go anywhere.”

“Both victims have been rescued and the fire is being brought under control. This fire is most likely the work of the arsonist on the loose in the city,” the TV blared.

“Fucking hell.” Jayla jumped to her feet. This couldn’t go on. She had ways to find information—she investigated insurance frauds and claims for a living. People buried information deep, but she’d been trained to find it. And she could find Blaine too. The idea of Gabriel’s life being endangered by the fire set by her ex made her grind her teeth.

Joey placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. She found herself leaning into his touch, accepting his comfort. If it was wrong, she’d deal with it later. Right now she needed Joey’s solid presence to ground her. Just as she’d clung to Gabriel for several hours after the attack.

“C’mon. Help me make dinner.” Joey tugged her toward the kitchen, and they spent the next half hour chopping vegetables for a salad and prepping fish for grilling. Joey kept her distracted with stories about the bar, but she suspected it was a diversion from his own worries.

When the front door opened, they both looked up. Gabriel stood there, disheveled and sinfully gorgeous. His hair tumbled over his eyes and he shook his head to free them as he slammed the door and twisted the lock. As he started toward them, Joey came around the counter.

Jayla couldn’t pull her gaze away as the men embraced. All that muscle against muscle. Bulky shoulders bulging as they wrapped their arms around each other. A quiver of pure need hit her system, and she clutched the countertop for balance.

Over Joey’s head, Gabriel’s intense gaze landed on her. She went dead still, pinned by the desire scrawled on his features.

It’s desire for Joey. Not me.

He flicked his fingers for her to come to him. And as if attached by a pulley system, she circled the counter and moved forward. The men broke apart, and they opened their arms to include her, implanting her firmly between two very muscled bodies.

No, make that muscled and
aroused
bodies.

What had Joey said? Gabriel was a live wire after a call.

“Guys, I—”

Gabriel pressed his fingertip to her lips, and the callused feel spread desire like honey over her good intentions. She melted between them. “All I could think of was getting back to you—both of you,” Gabriel grated out.

Then he plucked her off her feet and turned for the hallway. Riding in Gabriel’s arms was the scariest and most thrilling thing she’d ever experienced. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around what was about to happen, but her body sure knew. Her nipples were hard pearls and her pussy slicked with need.

She hadn’t been in their room before now, but their bed shared the same wall as the guest bed. A brand new flush washed over her senses at the memory of what the guys done in this bed the previous night. This was crazy—going too fast.

But I feel like I’ve known them forever.

Gabriel gently laid her on the bed and she scooted into the center, her knees drawn up and her arms around them. The men stood at the foot, legs wide and all four hands in fists. Her gaze skittered downward only to find two massive bulges in their jeans.

“I…” she started but couldn’t find anything to say. She wanted them—bad.

“We want to touch you, Jayla. Kiss you,” Joey said.

“Taste you. Feel you wrapped around our cocks.” Gabriel tugged off his shirt, and Joey followed suit. Did they always do everything together? Oh God, she’d never survive two men, especially these two.

They were brighter than the sun—she’d burn up.

I’m already burning up.

She released her stranglehold on her knees and outstretched her arms. When both men crawled up the mattress and pressed her onto her back, she stopped breathing.

Gabriel’s eyes were two warm pools. Tracing his thumb over her lips, he said, “Life is too short not to act on attraction like this, sweetheart.”

She felt a kindred connection with Gabriel after their brush with death yesterday. But what she felt for Joey was no less intense.

With a coo of surrender, she looped her arms around each. The kiss of steely flesh against her sent her into a whirlwind. Gabriel claimed her lips as Joey delivered an open-mouth bite to her throat. She dragged in a harsh breath, unable to do anything but just feel.

Need slashed through her, and her limbs felt heavy as she melted into their touch. Four hands on her body. Palms cradling her breasts, one on her spine, fingers cupping her pussy. Oh God, she was lost to sensation.

Gabriel’s lips angled over hers, giving her a brief taste of musk and an underlying spice she couldn’t identify. Too quickly Joey’s lips replaced them. She turned into him hungrily, and he released a primal growl.

She’d heard that noise before—last night. Her body remembered, and she arched into their kisses and caresses. When two tongues touched the corners of her mouth, she parted her lips wide to accept the triple kiss. She forked her fingers into their hair and held them close to her, unwilling to let this moment end.

Joey rocked his erection against her thigh. She moaned at the hardness she wanted buried in her pussy, her mouth. Her ass.

Where had that thought come from? She’d never had anal before, but having two men in bed with her was definitely making it high on her bucket list. To be filled by both of them, all three entwined in one moment of bliss, would fulfill the ultimate fantasy.

Gabriel stared into her eyes as he pushed the fabric of her thin pants against her pussy. Her panties were soaked. A fever was inside her.

She ran her hands over both men’s shoulders and spines to their waistbands. As if by unspoken agreement, they moved down her body. Joey caught her top and yanked it overhead. Gabriel located her bra clasp, the tight band loosened, and her breasts spilled out—her nipples caught on two tongues.

“Oh God.” She bucked into their mouths. As they sucked, lapped, and nibbled her hard buds, they peeled her pants off, followed by her panties.

Gabriel dangled the lacy garment on one long finger. “Fucking hot. Next time we might let you keep them on while we tease you for hours. But right now, we need you.”

How insanely hot that he spoke for both of them. Then Joey chimed in with, “We need to see you, Jayla—all of you.” His gaze raked over her nudity, and she stretched luxuriously. She’d never been ashamed of her body. Sure, she had some imperfections like too much around the middle and hips, but she’d never been wanting for attention.

Now that she’d captured the notice of two beautiful gods of men, she wasn’t about to be shy. She hooked her hand around their napes and guided them where she wanted them. Joey to her breasts and Gabriel lower.

With a masculine grunt that sent goose bumps skittering over her flesh, he stretched between her legs. Using a touch that had her gasping, he spread her thighs. Joey sucked her right nipple—hard. She cried out just as Gabriel ran his nose up her inner thigh to her soaking center.

He drew a deep breath. “Just as I thought. So fucking wet for us. Sweet and wet.” He swirled his fingertip through her creamy folds, and she cried out. Thrusting her hips up for more. But Joey planted a hand on her lower belly and pressed her down again while Gabriel delved his tongue into her channel.

She cried out. Her mind blown with the pleasure rioting in her body. He worked his tongue fast and hard, teasing her clit with his upper lip while Joey pinched her nipples and captured her cries with his kisses.

Heat built in her core. She rocketed upward too fast. She needed more, more, more.

Her scream left her as wild pulsations ripped through her pussy. Gabriel groaned and tongue-fucked her faster. She spilled over his tongue, feeling like a live wire. If this was how Gabriel came home from a call, she’d soon find herself reacting to the fire whistle with arousal.

“Yessss!” She gulped air. Joey’s weight left the bed, and from the corner of her eye she caught him stripping out of his jeans and boxers. A long, beautiful cock sprang free, and she begged for a taste.

“You want this cock, sweets?” Joey stroked himself from root to tip. Pre-come beaded there.

“Yes, and I want to see you together.” She panted, still humming from her quick release but aching for so much more.

Passion flared in Gabriel’s eyes as he stared up the length of her body. When he slowly licked his lower lip with her juices gleaming there, she quaked with desire. He did a pushup off the bed as if he was filming a fitness porno, and then stripped off his boots. His jeans, boxer briefs, and socks followed.

She inched up the bed so her head rested on the pillows at the top. From there, she looked between the gorgeous men eyeing each other like predators with fresh meat.

Two thick cocks angled toward each other. “I get her ass first,” Gabriel said.

“And I get yours.” Joey rolled his shaft through his tight fist again. More wetness pooled at the tip.

With a lightning-swift move, Gabriel pushed Joey onto the bed and swallowed his cock right to the balls. She choked out a noise as she watched him hollow his cheeks and give the best, most erotic blowjob she’d ever witnessed. Joey’s eyes rolled back in his head, and she couldn’t resist his lips.

She leaned over him and kissed him. But not for long—she didn’t want to miss a moment of Gabriel’s mouth on their lover’s cock.

Our lover.
God, yes, it was so right.

She rubbed against Joey like an animal in heat, and he slid his hand downward until he found her wet pussy. With a primal noise, he ruffled her folds. “Gonna…sink into…that tight pussy.”