by Alexa Riley
“Yes,” I say, giving her a smile.
“Right this way.” I follow her and spot Mason as we get closer to the table.
He looks just like his profile picture. He stands and I think he’s going to hug me, so I hold out my hand. He smiles, taking it and bringing it to his mouth. He places a kiss on it and an uneasy feeling rumbles in my stomach. The kiss on my hand feels wrong. It’s nothing like when Wes’s and Dean’s lips where on me.
I hear something break behind me but don’t turn to look. I have a feeling I know who broke it. Or if I had a guess, that would give me a fifty-fifty shot of getting it right.
“Enjoy your evening,” the hostess says and rushes off, I’m guessing, to clean up whatever mess was just made.
“You’re even more stunning in person, Amelia.” Mason pulls my chair out for me and I sit down. His hand runs along my back, making me jump at the unwanted touch.
“Thank you,” I manage to say.
A waitress comes over and takes our drink orders. We fall into polite talk about where we went to college. I glance over my shoulder as Mason rattles on and on about himself. I can already tell he likes to talk about himself. I had a feeling he might be that way from his profile and some of the long-winded messages he sent me. He probably won’t even notice I’m not paying attention to what he’s saying.
My eyes narrow on Wes and Dean, who are half hiding behind menus as the pretty hostess flirts with them. I grit my teeth, hating it. I know I don’t have a claim on them, and it’s not like I have room to be upset. I’m on a freaking date, but I can’t help myself. The idea of other women giving them attention makes me want to storm over there and smack all of them.
Jealousy flows through me. Two can play this game, I think as I turn back to Mason.
Chapter Eight
Wes
The waitress says something and I look up to see she’s leaning over us and trying to get closer. I sit back in my chair and turn my eyes back to Amelia.
“Water,” I say when she won’t leave, and after a second she takes the hint.
Dean keeps trying to hold the menus in front of us so we can hide behind them, but I don’t give a shit if she sees us. We’re here to watch her, and I’m not apologizing for that.
We may have listened through her door when she was talking to her dad to find out she had a date tonight. That might be considered stepping over the line by most people, but to me it’s just good sense. We care about Amelia, and we want to make sure she’s safe at all times. Plus, we want to murder anyone who tries to take her from us, and we need to know where she is in order to do that.
“We’re supposed to be incognito,” Dean whispers, and I roll my eyes.
“She knows we’re here.”
“Shit. Do you think?” he asks, and I want to bang my head on the table.
What the fuck are we doing? Are we really going to sit here and allow our woman to be touched by another man? This isn’t who we are.
“We’ve waited our whole lives for her,” I say, looking at Dean.
There’s silence between us, then I hear Amelia giggle. I turn to look at her and see her touch the guy she’s with. The laugh is fake. I know what she sounds like when she’s happy, and that wasn’t it. She’s putting on a show for us just to make us jealous.
Oh hell no.
I stand up out of my chair so fast it falls over backwards. Dean is up instantly and by my side. I make my way over to the table with nothing but determination and possession in my steps. I won’t sit back and watch this any longer.
When we get there, her date looks up and blinks in shock to see us standing there. “Oh my god, you’re Wes Long and Dean Farmer. Wow, can I get a selfie?” he asks, standing up and getting his phone out of his pocket.
“Amelia is leaving,” I say, holing out my hand and waiting for her to take it.
She opens her mouth to say something, but I shake my head.
“Get up from the table, little one. It’s time to go home.”
Dean walks around behind her and grabs her bag. She looks at him and he gives her a big smile that shows off the dimple I know she loves. She turns her eyes back on me and I nod, letting her know this is okay. But just when I think she’s going to put her hand in mine, she squares her shoulders and turns her eyes back on her date.
“I think I’m going to finish my drink first,” she says, the sass clear in her voice.
“You know these guys? That’s awesome. Can you get me some season tickets?” the guy asks, and I want to knock him on the top of his head.
Having been pushed into a corner, I decide I’m tired of being polite. I lean down so my face is even with hers and wait for her to look at me. It takes a second, but we both know she can’t resist.
“I’m going to give you to the count of three. Then I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here. This isn’t a threat. I’m giving you the play we’re about to run.”
“Did you give that waitress the same one?” She crosses her arms over her chest and raises her chin at me in a challenge.
“Wait, are you, like, dating him?” the guys asks.
“Both of us, actually,” Dean chimes in, not the least bit ashamed.
“Hey, that’s cool. I was just looking to smash anyway. Since you guys share, you mind if I take her to the bathroom?”
There’s an echo in my ears, and my vision goes red. I blink a few times, but unfiltered anger clouds all my senses as I turn my body to look at the dumbest motherfucker I’ve ever met.
“What the hell did you just say?” Amelia asks before either Dean or I can speak.
“No offense,” he says, holding up his hands. “I just figured if these two guys were running a train, I want to get on board.” He has the balls to wink at her, and that’s when all hell breaks loose.
I lunge for him at the same time Dean does, knocking him out of his chair and to the floor. I hear the sounds of glass and plates smashing, and other people in the bar start shouting.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Amelia begging us not to kill the guy, but I’m like a bull and he’s a red flag. I need to make sure this guy doesn’t use his mouth again. Ever.
Adrenaline is pumping in my veins and I don’t know exactly what happens, but when I feel strong hands on my arms pulling me off of him, I don’t fight because I know it’s Dean.
“Fuck, people are filming,” he says, and I look around the bar to see he’s right. It’s not super crowded, but one video sold to the right people and this might as well be the Super Bowl.
I turn around and see Amelia standing there, frozen, with her hands over her mouth. Before her eyes can meet mine, I stomp over to her and do what I said I was going to. I throw her over my shoulder and watch as Dean tosses some bills on the table and grabs her stuff.
She’s silent as I storm through the casino, mad as fuck and scared to death. The thought of anyone treating her like less than a queen enrages me. That’s our job. We’re the ones who are going to take care of her and make sure she has everything she wants. And it scares the shit out of me to see how easily we could lose it. What if she saw what we did to that guy and she doesn't want to be around us anymore? That’s not who we are, but we’ll fight to the death for her.
Dean pulls out his phone and I see him send our driver a text. When we go outside to the front of the casino, he’s waiting with the door open and we slide in. I hold Amelia tight in my lap as Dean tells him to take us home.
We ride in silence and I look straight ahead. I’m terrified to see the fear in her eyes when she looks at me, and I’m not ready to face it.
Dean is on his phone, probably texting our team media coordinator to make sure that what just happened doesn’t go viral. And that the guy we just beat up doesn’t sue us. This is going to reflect badly on the team, and though I never want to bring anything down on them, I don’t regret for a second what we did. If this turns into something major I’ll walk away from football if I have to. Amelia is
more important to us than that.
When we get to our building, I carry her in my arms to the elevator and Dean hits the button for us to go up. When we get to our floor, I don’t go to Amelia’s place. Instead I go to our door and Dean opens it for us. When we get inside I head straight to the bedroom. We need to talk and it’s easiest to do it there because we can keep her from running.
I sit her down on the bed, then Dean sits down beside her and I kneel in front of her. I open my mouth to say something, but she looks up and bursts into tears.
“I’m so sorry,” she cries, and I look at Dean, who looks as shocked as I feel.
“No, baby, we’re sorry,” he says, wrapping his arm around her.
“I probably got you guys in so much trouble. I was just being a brat. I didn’t want to leave because I got jealous you were flirting with that hot hostess.”
“Who?” we both say at the same time.
“That one talking to you guys. She was being flirty, so I thought I could do the same and get back at you.” She looks up through the film of tears in her eyes and swipes at the fat drops rolling down her cheeks.
I help wipe them away and shake my head. “I’m a man of few words…” Dean laughs and she smiles. “You’re all we see, Amelia. We only want you.”
“He’s right,” Dean says, rubbing her back. “We’re not good at all this, and we’re not good at dating because we’ve never done it. But we’ve been waiting for you. We knew the moment we saw you on the plane you were the one. When we eavesdropped outside your door we heard you say you were going on a date, and we freaked.”
“You eavesdropped on me and my dad?” she gasps, her eyes wide with shock.
“Yeah, we’re not sorry about that,” I say and shrug.
A smile pulls at her lips, and I thank God her tears have stopped. I can’t handle her being sad.
“We just needed to get to you and to stop what was happening, but then we thought that maybe we should stand back and give you space,” Dean says and then shakes his head. “Obviously it didn’t go that way. We’re sorry you had to see the fight, but we’re not sorry we had to do it. If that makes sense.”
“You’re ours.”
She nods and then bites her lip as she looks between us. I see her eyes travel up and down my body, then she does the same to Dean. A slight flush of color hits her cheeks and I know what she’s thinking.
“And now that we’ve got you back here, we’re not letting you slip through our fingers again,” Dean says, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her lips.
I watch as the soft kiss turns deep and catch the edge of their tongues as they meet. My cock throbs at the sight and I sit up on my knees and reach out to push her thighs apart. I rub my hands up her bare legs and under her dress while Dean tastes her kisses. The sound of her little moans are intoxicating as my fingers go under her dress to her panties. I trace the edge of them before tugging at the material and pulling them down her legs.
She breaks her kiss with Dean as I push her dress the rest of the way up, exposing her little pussy. “I want a kiss, too,” I say, and I put her leg on my shoulder.
Chapter Nine
Dean
I feel Amelia’s body tighten as Wes opens her legs and stares down at the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.
“Shhh. He just needs a taste,” I whisper against her ear.
Her breath catches as I run my hand down her neck and to her chest, between her breasts. I use my other hand to unzip the back of the dress and then unclasp her bra.
“We’re going to take such good care of you,” I vow as I watch Wes lean down and lick her pussy. He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a growl and my cock throbs. I can’t wait to get inside there and cum in her wet warmth.
“Oh god,” she gasps as she tries to close her legs.
“Keep them open, sweet girl. Let me watch.” I grab one thigh and hold it open for Wes as I stare down at him eating her pussy. “How does she taste?” I ask, inhaling deep so I can smell it.
“Fuck, you gotta get a taste,” Wes marvels, leaning back. “I didn’t know a pussy could be sweet.”
I don’t hesitate to lean down and take a long lick, getting her honey on my tongue. Fuck, she’s like creamy heaven and I take another couple of licks, greedy for it.
Wes laughs as I lean back, not wanting to stop. “I know, bro. I don’t want to stop either,” he says and buries his face back between her legs.
I wait and after a second he pulls back and then I dive in. Amelia falls back on the bed as her body shakes with pleasure. I lap up her pussy sugar, getting her closer and closer to the edge before I pull back and Wes takes over. Just as she gets close to cumming, we switch again, both of us wanting to eat her little cunt.
“Goddamn,” Wes exhales when Amelia cries out and her hips come off the bed.
I nod to him to finish her off as I move up her body. I kiss her hard, letting her taste the sweet nectar she just gave me as I pull down her dress and bra. I move my lips down her neck and to her chest, where her round, ripe tits are waiting for me. Her nipples are hard pebbles begging for my mouth. I take one, sucking on it and then giving it a long lick before I move to the next.
“I-I’m going to die,” she says, and I smile against her nipple.
“No. You’re just going to cum really fucking hard,” I say, going back to sucking on her.
Her body trembles as every muscle in her body tightens. There’s complete silence as she sucks in a breath and holds it before screaming her orgasm into the room.
Wes and I don’t stop as waves of pleasure roll over her and we draw it out for as long as we can. Her cries turn to moans and then squeals of excitement as she writhes under us. At one point it’s so intense it sounds like she’s laughing, but then she gasps for air and we slow down.
I gently kiss her breasts as I move up her body, and then I kiss her lips softly. She’s wrung out, but we’re far from finished with her. We’re just giving her a moment to catch her breath.
When I stand from the bed, she reaches her arms out for me, and it warms my heart. “We’re coming right back,” I say as I start stripping off my clothes. Wes does the same then leans down and takes off her dress that’s bunched down around her waist.
I slide my hand under her back and lift her up to the middle of the bed. Wes and I climb on it with her, all of us completely naked.
Looking down at her wet, pink pussy, I think about how she’s going to feel around my cock. “Little one, Wes and I don’t want to use condoms,” I say and watch her eyes open and dart between us. “We want you bare. I need to get my dick wet with your pussy and I know once I’m inside I won’t pull out. I won’t even try to.”
“Are you on the pill?” Wes asks, and she shakes her head no.
My cock throbs at her answer, leaking cum onto the bed. “Good,” I say, gripping my shaft and running my hand up and down it.
“I’m too close,” Wes says, and I look over, seeing he’s got the base of his cock gripped tight so he won’t cum.
I nod and reach for Amelia. “Come here, little one.” She takes my hand and sits up on the bed. “Wes is hurting for you. I need you to take care of him like he took care of you. Do you think you can do that for us?”
I stroke her chin as she blushes and nods.
“Good girl,” I say, and lean down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I’m going to get you ready.” When her eyebrows pull together in question I smile at her. “You’re going to take both of us tonight. And we don’t want to hurt you. So I want you to suck Wes off with that tight little mouth of yours while I take care of it.”
Wes moves over and we help her get on her knees. She bends forward so her round ass is right in front of me and her face is in front of Wes’s cock.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says softly as I lean down and kiss her back.
“Fuck,” Wes groans as he rubs the tip of his cock on her lips.
I run my hands over her ass ch
eeks, gripping the sides and squeezing. When I reach back and spank one of them, she squeaks and looks back at me.
“Open your mouth, little one,” I order and nod towards Wes.
When she does as I say and Wes pushes the head of his cock past her lips, I place my hand between her legs and pet her pussy softly. Her ass pushes back into it as she takes more of Wes’s cock into her mouth.
“Goddamn, Dean, she’s done this before,” Wes hisses.
“Amelia, have you sucked a cock before? Were you lying to us?” I ask, rubbing her clit.
She tries to shake her head, but Wes has her hair gripped and her mouth full of cock, so she can’t answer.
“Maybe she’s a natural?” I suggest, and Wes moans. “Maybe she’s been thinking about getting a cock in her mouth since we met, and now she’s going to work extra hard to make it good.”
“Fuck, her mouth is milking my dick.”
I slide one thick finger into her soaking wet pussy and thrust them in and out of her. I need to try and stretch her as much as possible because Wes and I are big. Too big for her little ass and cunt, but we’re going to make it work. It will work. She was made for us.
“How’s it feel?” I ask, watching her move up and down his length. She’s even brought her hand up to stroke the part she can’t fit in her mouth.
“Like she’s got a damn vacuum in her throat,” he says as he tosses his head back and pushes his hips forward. “I wanna fuck her mouth.”
“Do it,” I say, working a second finger in her pussy. I want to watch it happen while I jerk off with my free hand.
Wes holds her hair with both hands as his hips start to move back and forth. It’s not deep and he’s not going at it hard, but he’s using her mouth to get off. The muscles in his arms and thighs are clenching with every thrust and I can see his controlled strength.
He’s getting close, and I have to stop rubbing my cock because I don’t want to go all over her ass. Not yet at least. With my fingers still in her pussy. I lick the first finger on my other hand and bring it to her asshole. As Wes’s growls get deeper I push against the tight hole and slide inside her.