Page 5 of Breaking Into Love

Chapter Three

I’d just stepped into the sleeping quarters after making use of the cleansing unit when the door opened and Tor and Webb stepped in.

“What the hell!” I screeched, mortified at being caught naked. I’d been planning to crawl between the sheets and crash for the night. With the rate my heart pumped at the moment, sleep was a long way from happening. I frantically looked around for something to wrap myself in. I had two choices. Run across to the bed and dive in or bolt back to the bathroom. Webb’s words stopped me.

“Nice to see you sleep naked. I do, too. Hate to be constricted while I’m sleeping.” He sauntered in as if I weren’t frozen in place and tugged his shirt over his head. I would not lick my lips at all that exposed flesh.

Tor made no attempt to look anywhere but at me. His gaze ate me up, and I had the distinct feeling he was close to pouncing. I finally got my tongue unglued from the roof of my mouth.

“I thought this was my room.”

Webb shook his head where he sat on the side of the bed, removing his boots. “I told you you’d find out soon enough. There’s only one bedroom. We’ll share for the duration of the trip.” He glanced up, and I saw the heat in his eyes as he his gaze skimmed over me, his stare snagging and holding on my breasts. I felt my nipples tightening under his scrutiny and did my best to ignore the groan I heard from Tor. “Ever shared a bed with an animal, Mandriella?”

Hell, I’d never shared a bed with anyone, at least not since I was a little girl and Soph, Emma and I had piled in together. Somehow, I didn’t think it was wise to admit that to them. My virginity wouldn’t be a topic of conversation.

“I’ll sleep somewhere else then,” I announced and crossed my arms over my chest, doing my best to cover my mutinous nipples. I resisted the urge to fidget in an attempt to cross my legs. All they could see was my bare mons. The rest was hidden, and I planned to keep it that way.

“Nowhere else to sleep, sweetheart,” Webb crowed. “It’s this bed or a blanket on the floor. Ship’s locked up tight for the night, and that includes this room. You’ll stay with us, so we can keep an eye on you. After all, it’s our job to see to your safety. I recall reading somewhere that we should get better at following orders. Isn’t that right, Tor?”

Tor finally tore his stare from me and glanced at Webb. They stared for a minute until Tor nodded.

I dropped my gaze and glimpsed the huge bulge in Tor’s pants. The man was long and thick and appeared ready to burst through the material. I bit into my bottom lip to hold in a moan. No need to add more fuel to this inferno.

“I’ll take the blanket,” I stated. Now, please, I added in my head. Knowing they were here to stay meant I couldn’t just step back in the cleansing room and wait for them to leave. I really wanted something to hide my nudity.

“Don’t cover up on our account,” Tor said, finding his tongue while I completely lost mine.

With little concern to the fact I stood there, Webb stripped to the skin, his erection jutting out. The head was wide, crowning over the shaft, and a drop of fluid beaded at the tip. He absently reached down and gave the stalk a hard rub with his palm, his thumb brushing the pearl of liquid and smearing it over the top. My mouth watered with a need I’d never felt before. I wanted to taste him, to lick that smear and savor it on my tongue.

“See something you like?” Webb questioned as he crossed to me.

I didn’t realize I was backing away until I hit the wall. He stopped inches from me. I’d dropped my hands so they lay flat on the surface behind me. His avid stare caressed my flesh, making me throb and ache between my thighs. Why, of all the men I’d met in my life, was it these two who turned my insides out and made me crave sex for the first time in my life? It wasn’t fair.

I forced my gaze over to Tor and did moan. He was just as naked now and looked every inch as delicious as Webb. Tor didn’t touch himself, but his expression invited me to do that for him. His abs rippled with muscle. Where Webb had hair on his chest that thickened into a trail leading to his groin, Tor was as smooth and hairless as I was. His cock rose toward his belly, the head blending with the shaft, not as thick as Webb’s but maybe a shade longer.

Please don’t let me be drooling!I’d give anything for one of Soph’s witty comments to spring into my head. Or even one of Emma’s acerbic ones. Instead, all I could think was how good they looked.

Webb dropped his hand, brushing the skin just below my breast. If anything, it made the globe grow heavier, made my ache deeper. He skimmed down over my trembling stomach, bypassed the juncture between my thighs and moved over my left hip instead. He barely brushed along the curve of my buttock then moved in, fingertips caressing my inner thigh. Holding my gaze, he brought those glistening digits to his lips and sucked one into his mouth.

“You taste good, Mandriella. Say the word, and I’ll feast on that sweet pussy until you pass out from exhaustion.”

Oh fuck! I was wet. That was my desire he licked from his fingers. I should be mortified, but instead, I was turned on.

I started to shake my head, more of a reminder for me than any form of denial, but he silenced me with a finger on my lip, smearing some of my essence along the lower curve. I automatically flicked out my tongue to lick at it, and Webb groaned. He loomed over me now, one big arm braced on the wall above my head, the other very close to touching me again.

Tor had joined us.

“It’s my turn to taste,” he whispered then bent and took my lips, his tongue licking the surface before slipping inside at my gasp and taking my breath as well as my willpower with him.

Someone was lifting me, and I didn’t care who it was. This was wrong, or it should be. There would be no happily ever after here, but I wanted it, wanted them, and I was tired of never being touched. I craved it like a visceral need.

I’d just met them. Yes, I knew of them. Hell, I had their files memorized, which should be the first reason I ran from the room screaming. They took impossible risks, placed themselves in situations other Enforcers wouldn’t. They were adrenaline junkies, tempting death at every turn. There was no future for me here, and I wanted one. I wanted my damn happily ever after. But maybe, just maybe, I wanted this moment more. At least, for now.

My back hit the cool silk of the covers. Before I could talk myself out of what was happening, Tor took my lips again, pulling me into another kiss that left my mind muddled and my body steeped in desire. My legs were pushed apart, and I gasped, jerking back from Tor’s kiss. We both looked down my body to where Webb settled his broad shoulders between my thighs, pressing them wide. He used one hand to spread my pink lips to his gaze, not allowing me to hide anything from him. Then with a groan, he consumed me. Not easily. Not gently. He claimed and conquered, and I cried out with shock and pleasure.

Tor nibbled along my arched neck, skimmed across the tops of my breasts then selected one nipple, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. I pressed up into him. My body came undone as I struggled to press my hips harder against the bed while shoving my breasts higher toward Tor’s enticing mouth.

I lifted my knees, bracketing Webb’s shoulders. My fingers clenched in the covers as I lifted slightly on my elbows. This was so wrong but exactly what I’d waited for, why I’d held onto my virginity for so long. I hadn’t wanted a quick romp with a boy who’d fumble his way through things. I’d wanted a man who knew how to bring the ultimate in pleasure. Tor and Webb were doing that. I felt my orgasm approaching, and knew it promised to be better than any I’d had before.

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