“I want to eat you. All of you,” he growled and sucked her clit hard.
She cried out, and her knees shook, but Xavier held her upright. He continued to fondle her breasts and kissed her neck, her ear, whispering how much he wanted to fuck.
“You protected, honey?” he asked while Josh thrust a finger inside her, in time with his licks against her clit.
“Oh God.”
“Chloe?” Xavier pinched her nipple, and she cried out, so close to coming.
“Wh-what?”
“We don’t have any condoms. So do we need to get creative?”
“No. Protected,” she barely managed before she found her back flat on the rug, Josh over and in her in the span of seconds.
He fucked her like he owned her, taking and pushing her to new heights. So full, so huge inside her as he slid deeper and faster.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it.” He grazed her clit with each push, and before she knew it, she came hard, stars bursting behind her eyelids while he shuddered and groaned her name.
She blinked up at him to see his jaw clenched, his face contorted in pleasured pain as he came inside her. And then he withdrew, and Xavier was there. Just as thick, as firm, as hungry.
“Oh fuck. She’s so tight.” Xavier pumped, ramming deep once before he stilled and groaned. Like watching a replay of before, he looked like a veritable conqueror as he rode out his climax.
Chloe had a hard time thinking as he leaned over and kissed her. The contact felt so good, like a meeting of more than bodies, but hearts and minds as well. All that happy crap she tried not to feel when it came to men and sex. Yet here she was, feeling so damn pleased with herself and them.
Not him. Them.
She glanced at Josh and found him lying next to them, his expression shuttered, his gaze on them both.
Xavier remained inside her, and he didn’t appear to be getting any smaller.
“Again?” Josh asked him.
“Again,” Xavier answered and started moving.
“Oh my God.” Chloe had been reduced to mindless epithets as she lay under Xavier. He felt so good inside her. Inside her. “Oh my God” suddenly took on a whole new meaning.
“I’m clean, Chloe. Josh too. We’ve always used protection.” Hearing him inside her while his body possessed hers only made the intimacy that much deeper. “Xavier, how…?”
“We’re connected, Chloe. All three of us.” Xavier looked at his brother. “Right Josh?”
To her astonishment, she heard an echo of Josh’s agreement through Xavier.
“Josh?”
Xavier answered, “I’m the telepath. I bridge us all. Together, Chloe. We’re good, aren’t we, honey?”
He thrust harder, and she moaned, caught in his spell.
She sensed more thoughts passing back and forth between him and his brother, and then Xavier pulled out of her.
“On your hands and knees.” His voice was thick, his hunger urgent.
Both men had long, thick cocks covered with her. Mine, she thought, not sure why the idea pleased her so much. She should have been more freaked out about a threesome. At the very least, confused about where she fit between two men. But for some reason, the worry didn’t come. She finally felt like she truly belonged, like she fit with Josh and Xavier.
And then she didn’t have any more time to think. On the plush rug on her hands and knees, she suddenly faced Josh, his hand around his cock as he guided it to her mouth. She opened her lips and took him just as Xavier thrust inside her once more.
“Oh yeah. Fuck, Chloe. That’s so good, baby.” Josh groaned her name as she sucked him, loving the taste of herself over his cock.
Xavier thrust faster and spoke to her in her mind. “Everything he feels, I feel. Everything I feel, he feels. You’re magic, Chloe. So special. And the reason neither of us can last with you. I’m so hard. I need to come in you. My fucking cum deep inside you. Yes,” he hissed.
And then she felt his fingers over her clit. He rubbed her nub, sliding against her with a keen attention to her sensitive flesh.
The sensation of fullness increased as Josh surged between her lips. He gagged her once, then stilled, accustoming her to his size. She took more and more of him without choking, her arousal making everything pale next to coming again.
“Christ. Here I come. Oh, Chloe. Yes, honey. Oh, yeah.” Xavier clenched her ass and stopped, jetting inside her at the same time Josh released into her mouth.
“Take it, Chloe. All of it,” he groaned and spurred her into climax.
She shook as she gripped Xavier and Josh inside her, her pussy and her mouth like clamps that held fast to the men she felt a part of. Josh eased himself out of her, stopping to wipe the tip of his cock against her lips, dragging the last bit of seed from his shaft. She licked it from her lips.
Xavier pulled out and flopped next to her on the rug. He pulled her on top of him while Josh disappeared.
“Holy Christ, Chloe. You wore me out.”
“You made a mess inside me,” she said, feeling drunk. So dazed, sated, and relieved, she stared into Xavier’s deep brown eyes and grinned.
“I know I keep saying it, but you’re so damn pretty. And God, what you can do with that mouth.”
She started when she felt a cool cloth between her legs.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Josh rumbled. He cleaned her gently, then tossed the rag aside and lay next to his brother. “Give her to me for a minute.” Xavier handed her over, placing her on Josh’s chest. “Be right back.” He left them by the fire, the night pressing upon them.
“Josh, that was… I don’t know how to describe it.” Chloe didn’t have the words.
“I know.” But he didn’t sound so sure.
Before she could question him, he stroked her hair and her back. “Josh?”
“Sleep, honey. We’re here. It’s okay. Just sleep.” He turned her on her side and hugged her tight.
She closed her eyes, content for the first time in forever, snuggled between a warm body and the fire. Then she felt Xavier slide next to her, and she smiled.
Nothing could touch her sandwiched between Josh and Xavier. Her men, her lovers.
Her voices made flesh.
Chapter Five
Chloe stretched but didn’t touch anything except cool, crisp sheets. Wondering where the heck she was, she glanced around and saw sunlight streaming through the window. Obviously morning, and she lay in the large bed in the bedroom. One of them must have carried her in. The thought made her warm all over.
Then she remembered what they’d shared, and she didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or exhilarated. She felt a little of both as she cleaned up in the shower and dressed in warm jeans, a fresh T-shirt, and her sweater from yesterday. She’d actually had sex with two men at once. Call her naive, but wow, she’d never in her life imagined it might be like that. Tremors of arousal whispered through her, and she could only be thankful neither Cannon had empathic abilities. Just a forecaster and a telepath.
Oh God.
That somehow made it all worse, because she realized the full impact of what she’d done. She’d had sex with her voice. The part of her she’d always considered special, what set her apart in a good way for once. But it was nothing more than an odd connection between herself and two very human, if not exactly normal, men. In a sense, it was a letdown, because her ability to stay one step ahead of danger, to bring down the bad guys, came not from her innate psychic senses but from Josh, apparently. He was the one having the visions. She was merely his conduit to voice them. A mouthpiece for his talent.