Page 28 of Forever In Lingerie (Bare Naked Designs 1)

She looked over her shoulder at him, urging him with her eyes to penetrate her. Three short pumps and he was in.

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Martina gasped at the feel of two dicks sliding in and out of her at the same time. Their fingers had felt good but not like this. Not like the feel of two cocks.

Aleks’s long and lean shaft nudged far up her canal, pressing against her womb, and Rob’s thickness stretched her forbidden opening wide. Their synchronized rhythm wasn’t a surprise. They were just as talented together with their cocks as they were with their hands.

Aleks’s mouth found her breasts and he sucked in a nipple, biting it hard. The pain zinged down to her clit. They both quickened their pace, she felt them swelling inside her. Barely able to hold herself up, she embraced them as they fucked her mindless.

Her arms wavered, but Rob was quick to the rescue. His arm reached around her body and held her in place. That moment, when he blanketed her with his affection, was the pinnacle. Her orgasm broke through the fog that had clouded her brain and rocketed through her body.

“Rob?” Aleks grunted from under her.

“Go. I’m ready.” They both rammed themselves to the hilt with one more thrust and spilled their hot seed into the condoms.

Rob moved his arm, and she slumped against Aleks. Rob pulled out and she heard him shuffle away. She felt hollow. Like something was missing despite having Aleks still buried inside of her. Aleks held her in his arms, caressing her back and petting her head.

Rob returned and Aleks rolled over, setting her on her back and pulling out at the same time. Something warm and soft dabbed between her legs. Rob was cleaning her. They slid her under the covers and she settled on the warm mattress. She was in such a serene and blissful place. She heard a few murmurs. The click of the door was the last thing she heard before she drifted off with a warm body snug against her back.

Chapter 11

Martina awoke to the familiar scent and warmth nestled behind her. The sweet breath that tickled her neck. She knew where she was. In Rob’s bed. Her mind still reeling at the memory of that afternoon.

It was dark out. The sun no longer peeked through the venetian blinds like it did when she first entered. Only shadows seeped through the window, giving Martina a tiny glimpse of her surroundings. Something she didn’t bother to notice earlier.

Rob was the lucky one; he lived in the master bedroom. She saw an en suite off to the left. His soft, king-size bed lay in the middle of the room. She did notice the long, high table that rested against the material covered headboard as she’d straddled Aleks’s face earlier that day. A framed photo of Rob with a medal sat on one side, and a pile of magazines were spread out on the other. There was a flat screen television on the wall in front of the bed, and thick curtains covered the sliding glass doors leading to a balcony.

Her body ached. But in a good way. She ached for Rob’s thickness. She couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t stop thinking about him and his cock. How good it felt. How good he felt on top of her, beside her, inside her.

She spun around inside his grip. He was still asleep. He looked peaceful. Come to think of it, she’d slept peacefully. No dreams. For two years Mac had haunted her sleep, and for two years Martina had chased a ghost around the world trying to find peace. She never expected to find it in the arms of a stranger.

She watched the slow rise and fall of his hard, muscled chest. He was beautiful. His nose was long and narrow. She looked down the length of his body. Unfortunately, it was mostly covered by the black comforter. She liked that he was athletic. She needed a man who liked the outdoors and exercise.

What was she thinking? She wouldn’t be having this man. Ever. He’d made it perfectly clear that he was only interested in sex.

When she returned to his face, fierce eyes stared back at her.

“Hi there.”

“Hi.” He stretched out, still keeping her in his arms.

“I love your room. It’s not what you would expect when seeing the rest of the place.”

“I can’t take the credit. This is all Carrie. She’s been dying to get her hands on the great room and kitchen, but Aleks won’t let her ‘put her frilly little hands’ all over everything.” He gave a great example of jazz hands as he mimicked Aleks’s voice.

“They seem to bicker back and forth, but I swear I saw…” Martina watched as Rob’s eyes widen. He looked rattled at the mere thought of his best friend and Carrie together. She decided to keep her theory to herself. “Never mind.”

“How are you feeling?”

“A little sore.” She looked into his eyes, warm and sweet like melted chocolate. “But it was worth it.” Did he know how much she appreciated what he had done for her in the last few days?

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His grip tightened around her. “Are you going to leave?”

She just wanted to lie back and bask in her own satisfaction. He shouldn’t be bringing this up now.

“If I get the call, I’m on the first plane to California.” The very first plane. It was her destiny to help people along their road to healing. She may not be able to save everyone, but she could try. Waiting for the call the last few months had been a test on her patience.

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