Page 29 of Double Dirty

Leo pulled away, returned with a damp cloth. He washed me, so gentle and caring. My fingers tangled with Rafe’s as we lay side by side, spent. I started to drift off to sleep when wet heat shocked me. Leo put his tongue between my legs, his lips kissing my sex the way he’d kiss a lover’s mouth. My hips twisted, trying to get away from him, too sensitive and glutted with pleasure already. He held me down, his fingers gripping my hips, forcing me down onto the mattress and opening me with his tongue. Fiery strokes of his velvet tongue slid through my folds, probing every tender spot, flicking the underside of my clit in a way that made my vision go dark and blotchy. I keened and moaned. Rafe rolled toward me onto his side. He put my hand to his lips and sucked one finger into his mouth, tonguing it as if it were my clit. He raised his eyebrows at me, naughty. I wanted to laugh, but the relentless pleasure gripped me in its pitiless fist. I whimpered, too weak and overcome to form words.

Bright violet spots filled my vision. My hips pumped against Leo’s mouth, shamelessly. Rafe kissed my palm, teeth scraping sensitive flesh. Slowly he kissed his way up my arm to my shoulder and neck. All the while, Leo licked and sucked me, drawing first one lip and then the other into his mouth, ravishing my clit with the flat of his tongue and then parting my folds to thrust two fingers inside me as he lapped at me. I was coming apart under his hot mouth when Rafe took my nipple between his lips and drew on it. I cameup off the bed, keening high and long as if my chest had been ripped open when I came. Leo pumped a third finger into me as I started to thrash. Slowly, I stilled, Rafe drawing me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. Leo covered me with the sheet as the sweat chilled on my skin. Eventually Rafe lowered me onto the bed, my cheek resting on a pillow between the two of them. Leo stroked my damp hair and kissed my forehead. Rafe held my hand. We all drifted to sleep.

I woke hours later to a hand insinuating its way between my legs. I stirred, parted my legs. I felt his thumb brush the tender lips of my seam. I wriggled because it felt good, better than good. I wanted more. I made a soft noise, never opening my eyes. I spread my legs for him, for the pleasure I knew he would give me. He rubbed something slick over my sex, then pressed his thumb deeper, past the entrance and into me. Curling it forward, I felt the calloused pad of his thumb rub a spot that seemed to shoot lightning through my body. I stiffened, twisting under his grip.

“Rafe,” I whispered. I opened my eyes only to find thick darkness.

“How did you know it was me?” he said, his mouth close to mine. I turned my face, rubbed my lips against his.

“I know your touch,” I said as he kissed me softly.

This was paradise.

12

Rafe

Iwoke with Lexi curled against my back; her knees drawn up. I looked at the clock, remembered that Leo had an early shift that day which meant that I had her all to myself. I kissed her awake. She touched my cheek and smiled.

“Good morning, handsome,” she said. Then she giggled. “That sounded so cheesy. I meant for it to be romantic.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Pathetic. I’m no longer attracted to you at all,” I said, sliding my hand down the slope of her breast and capturing her nipple in my fingertips. I felt the goose bumps rise on her skin as a chill of arousal raced along her flesh. I dipped my head and mouthed her breast, tasting the salt of her skin, the pebbled texture of her taut nipple as I scraped my tongue against it. I loved the loud breath she dragged in, almost a comical sound, like a vacuum switching on. I laughed softly.

“What? Are my breasts funny?” she said, gasping a little, trying and failing to sound insulted.

“Not at all. They’re heaven. The sound you made whenyou took that big breath, it was like the noise of someone hoovering the carpet. That’s all.”

“Nice. You’re the best at pillow talk, Rafe,” she said sarcastically.

“What if I try less talk and more action?” I said.

“What if I make fun of the noises you make when my mouth is on you?” she countered. I felt myself harden at the thought of her sweet, soft lips surrounding the head of my cock.

I moved up her body, my lips against hers, licking into her mouth. I took her hands, laced our fingers together. “I need you again,” I said, my voice rough against her mouth as I caught her lower lip with the edge of my teeth. “Please.”

“I’m a little—,” she murmured.

“Sore?”

“Yeah,” she said, turning her face a little shyly.

“I love what we have together, all of us. The complete union of it, the fact that it’s this unbreakable—God, I don’t know, that sounds stupid when I say it out loud. I love you. If you’ll have me, I’ll—,”

“I’ll always have you, Rafe. Here, in the kitchen, in the laundry room, across the hood of your car. You can’t doubt that now. You brought me back to life, both of you, and I’d walk through hell for you. So asking me to take you into my body again, that’s what I want. I want to give you everything. Maybe then you’ll understand how deep this goes,” she said.

I took a long breath, swallowed hard because my throat felt tight all at once. I pulled her up into my arms and held her for a moment.

“I need you, too,” she said, “in case you wondered.”

I could taste the yearning in her kiss, could feel that she needed a tender joining. It had been easy for me to take herwith passionate frenzy. To go slower, to be tender and vulnerable would be a challenge. I shied away from it at first. I was a man who had sex, a man who fucked. Not a man who made love.

But I remembered vowing I’d do anything if only Lexi came back, if only she survived the attempt on her life. If she could come back from an overdose, from being poisoned, then I could find the courage to be softer, more open with her. I brushed her hair back from her face, caressed her cheek. I banked my own desire, held it back, certain that I could control myself for her sake. For the sake of the closeness I wanted with her.

Lexi dipped her head, kissed my neck. I liked it, liked it well enough that my first instinct was to growl, to roll her onto her back and spread her legs. I had to take it slow, to make this different but no less pleasurable. So I let her kiss my neck as I rubbed slow circles on her bare back, the ends of her hair tickling the back of my hand. Gradually, I moved her across me so she was lying on top of me. When she looked up from kissing my shoulder I could see understanding flicker across her face. She blushed a pretty pink that made me want to tease her about all the naughty things we’d already done. Instead, I trailed my fingers lightly down her stomach and smiled up at her.

I wasn’t used to building anticipation, putting off my own satisfaction. I traced my hand down her side, into the curve of her waist and watched her wriggle a little and smile.

“You were the opposite of what I expected, you know? When I met you, you were this sensitive, protective guy and then in bed you’re so alpha, so fierce and in control. I like you both ways. You don’t have to be anything else for me,” she said. She was sitting on top of me, totally naked, and Ifelt like I was the one exposed the way she saw my thoughts and knew what I needed to hear.