Alpha Thunder [Alpha Protectors 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 3

  “Not so fast, babe.” Doug laughed as her eyes widened with a look of surprise. “Ready?” He glanced at Troy.

  “Ready,” Troy said. “You’re going to fly, sweet.”

  “No! Wait!” she yelped as they tossed her high in such a way that she turned slightly to the right. Troy caught her around her midriff at the same time Doug scooped his forearms under her thighs just above her knees. In this position he could spread her legs and move his hips snugly between her satin thighs. Would she let him? How far could they go with her tonight? He didn’t want to scare her away or hurt her. She had become too important to him. He’d never felt this fascinated about other women he’d known.

  “What are you doing?” she asked chuckling a little at him. She turned her head toward Troy right behind her. “What do you guys have in mind, hmm?”

  “You feel like having some more fun?” Troy asked.

  “Depends on what you call fun,” she said, smiling at Doug.

  “Like this,” Troy said, as he gripped her ribs beneath her arms and gave her a toss upward.

  She rose higher as Troy caught her with his big hands beneath her hips. The action caused her to grab onto Doug’s shoulders. He moved in closer between her thighs until his cock wedged against her warm pussy. “God, babe, what you’re doing to me.” He heard her gasp and looked into her eyes, wide now with surprise. He needed to slow down for her. “Put your feet in my palms.” He smoothed his fingers from the back of her thighs and down her shapely calves to cup her bare feet. “Stand up in my hands.”

  She grasped his shoulders tight and pulled herself upward as Troy gave her a boost with his hands supporting her hips.

  “Keep your legs straight,” Troy ordered.

  Impressed that she was game, before she could move again or question them, Doug lifted her with her feet in his hands and then they released her. They caught her again in their arms and swung her back and forth a couple of times.

  “Oh, my god,” she exclaimed, laughing and breathless.

  Doug handed her into Troy’s secure arms. Troy turned in a circle until she protested weakly.

  She giggled. “You’ll make me dizzy.”

  Troy lowered her to her feet. A low growl came from deep in his chest as he wrapped her in a bear hug.

  Doug moved close to her back and slipped his hands around her midriff, his forearms snug beneath her luscious breasts. He could hardly wait to hold those sweet globes in his hands and tease her until she panted with need. He moved closer until his cock nestled between her perfectly shaped hips. She inhaled swiftly. God, she was so responsive and sexy. He wanted to slide inside her smooth passage now. He smothered a groan of need.

  Her hips moved and he realized that Troy was pulling her forward against his cock. She gasped softly. Doug knew that Troy had probably rubbed his dick against her folds and sensitive clit. Maybe this kind of play was sooner for her than she liked. Doug worried about taking things too far tonight and scaring her away. He still felt bad about the time recently when they crashed Rex and Austin’s private date with their beautiful girl. He knew Troy also felt bad about the stunt they pulled that night. He didn’t want to do anything like that with Marcy. They needed to take things slowly with her.

  He felt her whole body shiver. “Cold, babe?”

  She nodded. “I think I should head for a warm shower and turn in for the night.”

  Doug felt a deluge of disappointment, but her wellbeing was more important than his desire. Her voice was faint and he hoped it revealed her aroused state and not distress from their aggressive play. At least he hoped it was sexual arousal. Maybe her rough day had caught up with her. She looked up at Troy who stared down at her with concern written on his face.

  Doug had a feeling Troy was as interested in Marcy as he was. “Tomorrow’s another day at the store.” Doug eased back and gave her some room. He noticed that Troy did the same. They both turned and put an arm around her back to escort her inside.

  “Do you like breakfast?” Doug asked.

  “Yes. I love breakfast.” She smiled at him.

  “That’s good because we like a hearty breakfast to start the day,” Troy said.

  They walked back inside with her and Doug closed the door behind them. “Anything you need, our house is yours. Help yourself.”

  “We’ll give you a knock on the door when breakfast is ready, or if you’re up earlier than we are, feel free to raid the fridge.”

  She laughed. “Sounds great, but I doubt I’ll beat you guys to the kitchen in the morning.”

  They’d reached her bedroom door. She stopped and looked at both of them. “Thanks for the fun evening and great meal. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Goodnight,” Doug and Troy said at the same time.

  She opened the bedroom door, walked inside, and smiled at them as she closed it.

  Doug looked at Troy as he took a deep breath. “We’d better hit the rack.” He headed down the hallway toward their bedrooms.

  Troy followed him. He put his hand on Doug’s shoulder and he stopped. “I think I’ll step inside Mom and Dad’s room for a few minutes.”

  “I’ll join you. I feel the need for quiet reflection on what’s happened this evening.”

  “Right,” Troy agreed.

  They both entered the special room they had set up in memory of their parents and the couple who had looked after them when their parents disappeared when Doug and Troy were in junior high school.

  Troy’s fingers brushed over the light switch and soft light shone down from recessed lamps around the ceiling. They walked quietly across the room.

  As Doug and Troy had matured they had dared to hope that their parents had loved them. However, both Doug and Troy had suffered from doubts. They had set aside this room to honor their parents with things that showed the love Doug and Troy felt for them, as well as the sorrow at the loss of their parents. Doug and Troy had always worn the turquoise and silver rings that their parents bought for them shortly before they disappeared. The turquoise stones were both carved in the shape of a wolf’s head.

  Along with a collection of photos of their parents which Doug and Troy had kept in an album and the largest photos in frames, they had squash blossom necklaces that their parents had worn, displayed on special table-top stands for the heavy silver and turquoise necklaces. They also kept some paintings and sculptures that were important to their parents. Doug and Troy often spent time in that special room when they’d needed to work through problems, or when they’d wanted to share their successes with their parents.

  They also kept photos there of the two people who had been friends of their parents. The two friends had tried their best to help Doug and Troy, but they’d died in a bad car accident while trying to reach Doug and Troy to protect them from the gang members who had beaten them to a pulp that night.

  “I’ve never gotten over the loss of our parents and their friends.” Doug feared being abandoned by someone he loved and cared for even to this day, and he knew Troy felt the same way.

  Troy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Since that happened I’ve avoided needing anyone, and I know you have, too. I believed that was the best way and our greatest strength.”

  Doug shrugged. “I still doubt that anyone will ever want to love me for keeps. I’m pretty sure you think the same.”

  Troy gave a wry smile. “It was just as well in the past because we usually wound up pushing away anyone who tried to get close to us.”

  Just like Troy, Doug had believed for years that he didn’t need anyone. “Now that I’ve met Marcy, I’m not so sure that’s what I want to do where she’s concerned.”

  Troy nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Our biggest fear has always been of being abandoned by someone we need and care for.”

  Doug shivered as his doubts shook him. “We’ve always believed our strength was that we didn’t need anyone, but for some reason that’s not true for me where Marcy is concerned. I feel differently about her. I re
ally want to get to know her.” He glanced around the room searching their mementoes for the sense of calm and purpose the memories had always given him. The feeling eluded him. He looked back at Troy.

  Troy met his gaze. “We’ve always believed that no one would ever want to love us or stay with us, since our parents left us.”

  “We’ve never wanted to care either. I’ve been real careful not to give anyone a chance.” Doug shook his head in exasperation with himself.

  Troy gave a short laugh. “That’s for sure. We’ve never needed anyone or let ourselves need anyone since we lost our parents and their best friends. Now we’ve met Marcy. Suddenly nothing’s the same.”

  Doug nodded in agreement. “I’ve also never felt this interested in anyone I’ve ever dated before, and I haven’t asked her for a date.”

  “Neither have I,” Troy said, as he headed for the door.

  “We should probably go more slowly where she’s concerned,” Doug warned.

  Troy stopped and turned toward him. “You’re right. We’d best go slowly, if we can.” He opened the door and walked toward his bedroom.

  Doug followed. He headed for his own room and wondered if he’d get any sleep. Maybe a nice, long, cold shower would help.

  He heard the water running in the bathroom in Marcy’s room. That was more than he could stand. He had to gaze on her one more time tonight, maybe then he could get some sleep. He headed for the locked door in the hall that opened onto a hidden hallway which separated her bathroom from his bedroom. As he quietly turned the door handle the required number of turns and directions to unlock the door, he heard Troy join him.

  “Think it will help?” Troy sounded doubtful.

  “God, I hope so.” Desperation drove Doug.

  Troy quietly closed the door behind them and followed Doug down the dark hallway until they reached the see-through one way mirrors lining Marcy’s bathroom. She was naked and testing the water with her fingers as she bent over the deep bathtub filled with water. She turned the faucet off and carefully stepped into the water.

  Doug’s gaze was drawn to her shapely thighs and hips as she moved. God, she was beautiful. He inhaled with satisfaction at the sight of her shaved folds. He could almost feel the softness of her flesh as he imagined pressing kisses to those sweet outer lips.

  She braced her hands on the sides of the tub and lowered herself slowly into the water with her legs bending at the knees first, giving him and Troy a deliciously arousing view of her slit and the moist, dark rose opening to her vagina. The sight was magnified by the clear water for half a minute before she stretched her legs out together toward the drain.

  Doug strangled the groan that almost escaped his throat. His arousal slammed into him and he shuddered. Troy was quiet as he shifted beside him, obviously dealing with his own response to Marcy. They could hear her soft moan as she reclined against the back of the tub and slipped deeper into the water.

  She was lovely, like a water nymph enjoying the water. She moved around a little and swished water up and over her arms and then her neck and shoulders. He wanted her to touch her breasts. He waited, holding his breath. She lifted one hand and covered one breast. Yes. She touched her nipple with one finger. He glanced at her face to watch her expression. She closed her eyes and lowered her head against the folded towel she’d placed on the back of the deep tub. She caressed first one nipple and then the other. Each little nub swelled under her ministrations. Her nipples were pink and he wished he could taste them. She shifted in the tub and the water lapped at the sides, obscuring a clear picture of her actions as she lowered her hand toward her mound.

  He thought he might choke trying to silence his moan of arousal. He covered his hardened cock with his hand. He didn’t want to find his release until she found hers, at least he hoped that’s what she planned. He heard Troy lean back against the wall behind them, and Doug joined him, letting the hard flat surface support him as his balls drew up with his need. He heard Troy unfasten his jeans. Doug did the same and his cock sprang free. He curled his fingers and palm around his hard length and watched Marcy delve her fingers between her labia. God, he wanted to touch her there. He wanted to slide his fingers deep inside her hot passage and make her cry out with her release. A drop of cum trickled over his fingers. Damn, she was killing him. She slid her fingers up and down between her folds.

  Her back arched. She spread her feet as far apart as the sides of the tub would allow, and delved her fingers deep between her thighs. One of these days he’d ask her to do the same in bed with him and Troy. He wanted to have a clear view of her wet, pink flesh while she brought herself to a pulsing climax. She undulated her body again. His cock throbbed with need as she reached deeper between her labia. Did she push inside her hot passage with one or two fingers? She drew her hand from between her thighs and circled her clit. He could hear her soft moan as she manipulated that swollen nubbin. Her lips parted and she panted. He tightened his grip on his swollen cock. It was hard as steel. She pressed her head back into the towel and her body curved as a little cry of release escaped her throat. She kept stroking and circling her clit as her body arched and her hips broke the surface of the water. He gripped his cock harder as her dark pink, swollen clit peeked from between her fingertips. Beneath the recessed lights her rose-colored flesh glistened.

  He held back his growl of pleasure as his release exploded from his rock-hard cock, pumping cum in a hot stream over his fingers. He opened his eyes and watched her come down from her climax as his penis continued to pump until he finished. He controlled his breathing and watched Marcy relax in the water and close her yes. What if she fell asleep in the water? That wouldn’t be safe. Finally, as his body relaxed, Marcy took a deep breath and sat up. He watched her until she left the bathtub, pulled the lever for the drain and then dried herself. She walked from the bathroom naked. Did she sleep naked? He looked forward to finding out soon, but not tonight.

  Doug turned to leave as Troy was heading for the door. They both moved as quietly as they could so she wouldn’t hear them. Closing the door softly behind him, Doug headed down the hall with Troy and they closed their bedroom doors without making a sound. A cold shower was what he needed now. He was already getting hard again just thinking about the sight of Marcy naked and aroused in her bath. He felt a twinge of guilt at watching her without her knowing, but she’d been amazing to see. It took effort to keep from going to her room and taking her in his arms to kiss her and make love to her until they both climaxed. The thought of his cock deep inside her passage increased his need to have her soon. He’d never felt this way before.

  Chapter Six

  Marcy set the folder of Doug and Troy’s previously completed interior decorating job on the stack of folders they’d given her to glance through. She now had a good handle on their style along with the styles and dreams of their customers for their homes and businesses. Many of their customers were friends of theirs. The last folder belonged to Mike, a man they’d told her was another close friend who had hired them to decorate his home.

  The photos of the interior of his home indicated he had good taste. Some of the art in his home, including both paintings and sculptures, depicted either a man and woman making love, or two men making love to a woman. Some of the art was more graphic than other pieces. She studied those with two men and a woman. In each piece the woman appeared enthralled while the men made love to her in different ways.

  As she turned the pages of the folder one painting in particular drew her attention. It was a large painting and obviously hung in a bedroom on the wall above a four-poster bed. Both of the men were well-muscled and stood facing the woman who was lovely and at least half a foot shorter than the two hunks. It looked like she was perfectly at ease and loving what was happening. Her eyes were closed and her face was tilted toward the light. The man behind her leaned over her shoulder, and the man in front of her pressed close against her. They were doing things to her that the woman obviously enjoyed very mu
ch but which were left hidden from the viewer of the painting.

  Marcy wanted to know what they were doing to her that made her appear so enthralled with rapture and so protected.

  She thought of the way Troy and Doug had made her feel, first completely at ease and later more sexually aroused than she’d ever felt before. She’d always found it hard to trust any guy even though there had been a few she’d wanted to date. She’d never had two guys play sexually with her at the same time before. It made her feel like she was doing something forbidden, but at the same time she’d found Doug and Troy exciting. She didn’t know what they would do next.

  Did they come on to every woman they employed? She’d like to think that they respected and liked her for herself and didn’t just want to take advantage of her because of the fact that she needed this job.

  She turned to the next page in the folder. Goodness, the contents made her hot. The last page showed a living room. She hoped it was Mike’s private living room since it contained such a vivid sculpture of two aroused men making love to a woman.

  “Finished with that stack of folders?” Doug asked from the open doorway, startling her.

  Mike’s folder slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. Oh, God, how awful. Doug would guess that she’d been studying the pictures in Mike’s well-decorated home. She bent to pick up the pages just as Doug hunkered down beside her to help. The sudden nearness of him right beside her took her breath away with a sexual awareness of him that grabbed her. She sat up straight as heat engulfed her. He continued gathering pages, seemingly oblivious to the sexual surge of energy that squeezed her mid-section. She took a deep breath. “Yes, I was just finishing this one.”

  “Ah. I see you got to Mike’s already. That’s great. Now you have a good idea of the style of art he likes in his home. He’s coming by in a little while to discuss another sculpture for one of the rooms in his house. Troy and I would like for you to sit in on the meeting with him so you’ll hear straight from him what he’s looking for.”