Theirs for the Night Page 5

Even from himself.

  He turned and walked backward, pointing a finger in his friend’s direction. “This is only for tonight.”

  “Mmmm.” Theo smiled. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

  He could stand around and argue, but what was the point? They had tonight, and Galen would make damn sure it was enough. They’d left the club early enough that no one had paid them much attention, which meant no one should be able to connect them to Meg. She would wake up tomorrow with some good memories and he and Theo would move on. They’d got what they came to New York for, and it was just happy coincidence that they found Meg before they left.

  It couldn’t last.

  For anyone’s sake.

  They were safe enough for now, and that was all that mattered. Theo had it right when he accused Galen of being too tightly wound. If he didn’t let off some steam soon, he was going to start making mistakes.

  The price of his mistakes was already too high.

  He shoved the thought from his mind and turned to pick up his pace. Meg had reached the bedroom by now, and she’d have realized there was no escape. Against his better judgment, his heartbeat kicked up a notch and his adrenaline surged.

  It was just a game, after all. Tonight was the only thing in the last six months that didn’t have deadly stakes and he’d be a fool not to enjoy it as much as he was able.

  He stalked into the room and barely had time to brace before Meg threw herself at him. Galen caught her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and gave him a smug look. “I caught you.”

  “I was the one meant to catch you.” He let his gaze drip over her full lips and down to her flushed chest, her full breasts tipped with pink nipples gone dark from both his and Theo’s touch.

  “Spoiler alert—you did.” She tightened her thighs around him and tangled her fingers in his hair, the feeling twin to when Theo had done it earlier. And, damn her, she knew it. Meg leaned in and kissed his neck, his jaw, the sensitive spot beneath his ear. “The question is what you’re going to do with me.”

  Fuck him, who was this woman?

  Galen turned them and backed to the bed. He sat down and disentangled her. “That’s not the question.”

  Meg seemed to sense the direction of his thoughts. She slipped to her knees, as graceful as a queen. He’d know. He’d seen more than one in his time. Galen pushed the thought away—just like he always did when memories of home threatened to intrude on his new reality. Meg brought him back with an open-mouthed kiss to his chest, working her way down his stomach. She paused just above the line of his jeans, her breath ghosting over the skin she’d just licked. It sent goosebumps rising in waves across his entire body and his cock hardened impossibly in response.

  She looked up, her eyes an intoxicating green in the light of the bedroom. With her lipstick smeared from their mouths and her eye makeup smudged, she looked exactly like what she was—a sexy as hell woman who’d just been well-fucked.

  Night’s not over yet.

  As if she could hear his thought, she licked her lips. “What’s the question, Galen?”

  Did Meg know the power of his name whispered in that throaty voice? If she didn’t, he sure as fuck wasn’t going to tell her. Galen braced on hand back on the bed and lifted his brows. “The question is what you’re going to do to me?”

  Meg unbuttoned his jeans with shaking hands, but there were no nerves in evidence on her face. Only eagerness. As if she couldn’t control herself well enough to get his cock out because she could already taste him on her lips.

  It was so sexy, he could barely stand it.

  It only got better when Galen looked up to find Theo leaning against the bedroom door, watching them with the possessive look of a king surveying his kingdom. Galen gave his head a small shake. No, Theo. This isn’t for keeps. It didn’t matter what Theo thought, because they were leaving tomorrow. End of story. There was no space in their new life for any woman, let alone this woman. Even knowing her a few short hours, Galen knew that Meg would offer nothing but complications.

  Pleasure beyond imagining, maybe, but it wasn’t worth the trouble her presence would bring.

  She stroked his cock, slamming him back into the present. Galen tore his gaze away from his friend as Meg licked him experimentally, as if savoring his taste. Her satisfied smile might as well have been a mule kick to the chest. Then there was no time for thinking because she sucked him deep, until he bumped the back of her throat.

  And then she took him deeper yet.

  His growl drew Theo. Galen sensed his approach even as he kept his attention on Meg. She closed her eyes as if the feeling of his cock in her mouth had her blissed out. That made two of them. He looped her long dark hair around his fist to keep it clear from her face and create an unobstructed view of his cock disappearing through her red, red lips.

  “You’re a vision, princess.”

  Galen glared at Theo. His friend knew damn well what he was doing with that nickname. From anyone else, it would be a charming endearment. From Theo, it was a declaration of intent. Don’t you fucking dare, he mouthed.

  Theo leaned down and took Galen’s mouth. His kiss drowned out all Galen’s common sense, just like it always did. It didn’t matter how many mistakes they made or what bullshit landed in their lap from circumstances beyond their control. They always had this.

  Theo broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Galen’s. “Oh, I fucking dare, Galen.”

  That’s what he was afraid of.

  Meg barely had a chance to sink into her enjoyment of sucking Galen’s cock before she felt Theo behind her. She tensed, waiting for him to slide inside her, but he just grabbed her around the hips and hauled her off Galen’s cock and onto the massive bed. It was like landing on a cloud. She sat up, her protest dying on her lips at the sight of both men stripping out of their jeans.

  Oh.

  Oh.

  Galen’s scars descended down his hips and over his thighs, breaking up the dark hair dusting there. His cock glistened from her mouth, and her whole body went tight at the sight of him fully revealed.

  Theo slid off his jeans in the same casual way he seemed to do everything. A man sure of his place in the world, and at ease as a result. His body was leaner than Galen’s, more a slicing sword than a blunt war hammer, but no less carved from muscle. Even having had his cock inside her, she still shivered at the sight. He was freaking massive.

  They were both freaking massive.

  They moved toward her as one, climbing onto the bed, and she let loose a nervous laugh. “It’s like being in a candy shop and having to choose my favorite flavor.”

  “That’s the beauty, princess.” Theo stopped in front of her on his knees and urged her up to kiss him. “You get two favorites tonight,” he murmured against her lips. He kissed her as Galen moved up to her back, mirroring the position they’d held while dancing.

  Except nothing stood between them now.

  There were no witnesses to watch Galen cup her ass and slide his big hand down to spear her from behind with two fingers. Or to see Theo use his tangled hold on her hair to guide her to kiss first him and then Galen. Or to view her take each man’s cock in her hand and stroke them.

  Meg was a lifeboat caught between a raging sea and a hurricane. On their own, Galen and Theo were larger than life. Together… Together, she didn’t have words. They overwhelmed her even as they kept her grounded. Her entire existence narrowed down to their hands on her body and their mouths taking turns claiming hers. To the orgasm even now threatening.

  Not yet.

  I’m not ready for this to end.

  Theo guided her to her hands and knees in front of him, her ass pressing against Galen. She reached for his cock, but he held her still with his grip on her hair. “Not yet.”

  Galen’s weight behind her disappeared, and she heard the sound of a condom ripping open. Meg’s heart thundered in her chest, her breath sawing through her throat with anticipation. It was happening. She looke
d up Theo’s body, momentarily stunned by the possessive way he watched her. As if he owned her, body and soul.

  In that moment, it might even have been the truth.

  He used his free hand to stroke a thumb over her cheekbone and down to her lips. “Another night, I’d take your ass while he took your pussy. And the next time we’d switch. We’d both claim you in every way possible.”

  She shivered. “Why not tonight?”

  He didn’t answer, and she didn’t get a chance to ask again. Galen returned to his position behind her and urged her legs further apart. She had to brace both hands on the bed to keep from tumbling face-first into the mattress. Theo wrapped a fist around his cock and gave it a rough stroke. “Open.”

  As if there was any other option.

  There had only been one outcome from the second she agreed to come home with them, and every moment of the night since had been leading to this moment, to having both of them inside her.

  She took Theo’s cock into her mouth as Galen’s slid into her pussy. Both men moved slowly, testing her, and she could do nothing but take what they chose to give. With Galen’s rough hands on her hips and his cock filling her impossibly full, and Theo damn near cutting off her ability to breathe…

  Panic flared.

  Theo’s grip was harsh in her hair even as he stroked her face gently with his free hand. “Relax, princess. Take what we have to give.”

  They held perfectly still as she fought to obey. Meg took in a long inhale through her nose, and then another. She could do this. She wanted to do this. On her next exhale, she gave herself over to them. Her body relaxed inch by inch and a slow, glorious languor spread through her. Pleasure overtook her need to be in control, and she gave Theo’s cock a hard suck to convey that she was ready.

  “Good girl.” He withdrew and thrust slowly into her mouth, Galen mirroring his movements between her legs. Letting her get accustomed to being overwhelmed so completely.

  Then Galen slid his hand from her hip to her clit. He stroked her with his fingers the same way he’d done with his tongue. Her body flashed white hot and she moaned around Theo’s cock. They picked up their pace, fucking her closer and closer to the edge of the abyss. She reached up and gripped Theo’s thighs to steady herself. His muscles flexed beneath her grip and Galen’s hands spasmed on her hip and clit, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were kissing above her back while buried deep inside her.

  As she pictured that, pictured herself between them as if watching it from across the room… it was too much.

  Meg came screaming around Theo and Galen’s cocks.

  Just like that, whatever little control they’d displayed snapped. Galen drove into her again and again, his curses filling the room. Theo was more careful, but only barely. He fucked her mouth even as he wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumbs. The blend of harsh and caring, rough and gentle, shoved Meg under again. She sobbed as she orgasmed. She wasn’t sure she believed in a god, but she tasted heaven in Theo and Galen’s touch.

  The men came within seconds of each other, each one half of a coordinated dance that had been going on long before they met Meg tonight.

  Theo pulled out of her mouth and urged her up to claim a kiss. He stroked her hair away from her face. “If you could see yourself right now, princess.” He kissed her again and flopped onto his back, tugging her and Galen down with him.

  They ended up in something resembling a pile. Galen’s breath was harsh on the back of her neck, his big thigh pressing against her throbbing pussy, his arm draped over Theo’s stomach just below where hers was. She lay with her head on Theo’s shoulder, her leg hitched up and over his hip.

  Perfection.

  Meg let her eyes close and concentrated on relearning how to breathe. That had been… She didn’t know how to put it into words. It’s good it’s only tonight. I couldn’t experience this more than once without losing myself completely. That was one thing she could never do. It felt too wonderful to give herself over to them. Too good to submit.

  Meg didn’t submit to anyone. Not indefinitely.

  She shivered, and both men shifted closer, eliminating what little space there had been between them. It felt wonderful. Even more terrifying, it felt right.

  “I’d like to see you again.”

  Meg tensed, distantly aware that Galen also went rigid behind her. She didn’t open her eyes—to do so was to break the spell they’d created in this room. “You said you’re leaving town.”

  “We are,” Galen growled.

  “Yeah, we are.” Theo stroked a hand down her arm and back up Galen’s. “But we’ll be back in a few weeks. Let us take you out on a proper date, Meg.”

  The use of her real name, rather than the pet name he’d lavished on her all night, let her know exactly how serious Theo was. Just like she knew exactly how unhappy Galen was with this unexpected twist from the way he didn’t seem to breathe behind her. Not from anticipation. No, nothing so simple as that would turn him from the languid man who’d just enjoyed a good time back into a predator. He might as well have put up a neon sign screaming “No!”

  Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and lifted her head. “It would never work.”

  “It’s dinner.” Theo didn’t smile, his blue eyes serious. “No harm ever came from dinner.”

  “I can list half a dozen examples that prove that plenty of harm can come from dinner.” She should move, should put some distance between them so she could think clearly, but Meg wasn’t willing to come back down to earth yet.

  Galen growled against the back of her neck. “It won’t work. Once Theo has his mind set on something, he’ll see it through and to hell with the consequences.”

  “Taking me out to dinner is hardly the end of the world.” She cursed herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Damn it, she was supposed to be putting a solid stop sign at the end of this night and leaving it as a fond memory—not letting Galen bait her into agreeing to it.

  But he only laughed harshly. “It might be for you.”

  “Galen, enough.”

  “One night, Theo. You promised one night. Don’t go back on your word now.”

  They aren’t talking about me. Or they are, but this has nothing to do with me.

  Meg eyed the door, but there was no getting out of this bed with any mount of stealth or grace. “It’s a moot point what Theo does or does not want. You couldn’t be clearer that you’re not interested in dinner, and I already said no.” She poked Theo’s chest. “You’re outvoted.”

  “That’s not how it works.”

  “That’s exactly how it works.” She shifted, but they made no move to back away. Meg sighed. “Now, either you can hold off arguing until morning or you can keep fighting while I get dressed and catch a cab home.” She lifted her head to look around, but there didn’t seem to be a clock in the room. “What time is it, anyways?”

  “Don’t worry about it.” This from Galen. Apparently he’d decided to shelve his fury for the moment, too, because instead of curses against her skin, he pressed a thorough open-mouthed kiss against the sensitive spot at the top of her spine. “It’s not morning yet.”

  Her eyes slid shut without her brain giving the command. It took Meg two tries to get the words out. “I… You can’t possibly be ready again.”

  “One night is all we have. You can be damn sure we’re going to get our fill.” It sounded more like a threat than a reassurance, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Meg relaxed back into his body, bending her head forward to give him better access to her neck.

  Theo sighed. “Make no mistake—we will be revisiting the topic in the morning.”

  Meg grabbed the hand Galen had on her hip and guided it between her thighs. “What did he say?” she murmured, a small smile on her lips. What he was doing felt good, but it felt even better to put Theo in his place. He might think he could steamroll right over her—over them—but he was outvoted, and she had no intention of letting him have h
is way.

  “No idea.” Galen nipped her neck and then soothed the spot with his tongue. “I was too busy taking full advantage of having you in my bed to worry about his grand plans.”

  Theo growled. “Point taken.” He shoved Galen’s hand from her pussy and slid down to settle between her thighs. “You two win—this time.”

  Chapter 6

  Meg woke up alone. She stretched, enjoying the way the expensive sheets felt against her naked body and smiled. Holy crap, that really happened. Even if she wasn’t waking up in a strange bed, her memories of the night were played out in delicious aches and pains on her body. She sat up and pushed her hair back from her face. A quick look around the room found her dress, her shoes, and her purse laid out on a chair across from the bed. After a quick detour to the massive bathroom off the bedroom, she pulled the dress on.

  The apartment was eerily quiet, and Meg smothered the disappointment threatening to sour her stomach. She signed on for one night. Better that neither Theo or Galen had stuck around for awkward morning-after conversations. Obviously Theo had reconsidered his determination to take her out to dinner, which was just as well.

  Meg didn’t have time to date, let alone to enter into a complicated relationship already in existence. If Theo and Galen weren’t together-together, they were still more than friends. Being third to anyone, let alone these two, was out of the question. Fun for a night? Hell yes. Fun for weeks or months or, god forbid, years? No way.

  The only thing she could handle right now—in between school and her job—was to focus on getting the money she needed to pay for her last year of college to finish out her degree. That was it. As things stood now, she was going to have to try to get another job this summer—or two—just to close the gap between her current bank account and the money the school needed to keep her enrolled. Nowhere in her insane schedule was there time for anyone else.

  Really, she barely had time for herself.

  She checked her phone—it was noon, which gave her plenty of time to get home, heat up some ramen, and get to work on time—and slipped her purse over her shoulder. After a quick consideration, she hooked her fingers through her shoes instead of putting them on.