Naughty Temptations

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

ADDISON

By the time we were headed for the hotel, almost twenty-four hours after I’d left for my mission, I was practically asleep on my feet. We’d had to deal with several Moroccan government officials, the Casablanca police, my stepbrothers’ special-ops tactical team along with my CIA team. Each and every one of them had demanded a debriefing before we were allowed to leave the port. And through it all Jagger, Hendrix and Dylan never left my side.

In his usual manner, Dylan took charge, handling everything and issuing orders. A million emotions played across Hendrix’s handsome face and he didn’t seem to care who saw the mix of horror, relief and love sparkling in his gray eyes when he looked at me. Jagger acted as translator and spokesman, providing details and easing everyone’s stress with timely, light-hearted jokes.

I wanted to drop into bed and sleep for days but knew that wouldn’t happen. As soon as I relaxed memories of the past would combine with the current terrors and there’d be no sleep for me.

Jagger drove us all to my hotel and handed the car off to the valet. I didn’t invite them up but decided not to argue as Dylan pushed the button for the elevator and all three men stepped inside with me. I leaned into Hendrix’s hard muscled side, unabashedly drawing on his strength as we silently ascended. When we got to my room, I handed over the keycard and Jagger held the door as we all filed inside.

Without a word, I trudged into the bathroom, already pulling Hendrix’s shirt over my head as I attempted to shut the door. Hendrix stood in the way and I turned to face him, covering my breasts with the material that still smelled like him.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

He didn’t move, didn’t say a word.

“Hendrix!”

No response.

“What are you doing? Get out.”

He shook his head. “Not happening.”

Jagger and Dylan shouldered their way into the room then all three of my stepbrothers stood with their arms crossed over their chests staring at me. How on earth did they look so sexy and delicious after what we’d been through when I had to look like something scrapped up from the bottom of a dumpster?

“Umm…what are you doing?”

“You’re ours, baby girl,” Dylan claimed, as if that was all that needed to be said.

The three of them stood together and I couldn’t help drinking in the incredible sight. Glossy black hair worn a bit long, perfect for running my fingers through. It seemed that a hunk of hair was always falling down into Hendrix’s pale gray eyes, tempting me to brush it back out of his face. All three look the same age but there was a year between each of them, the oldest being Dylan, Hendrix the middle brother and Jagger the youngest. They were all big, over six-feet, with Dylan the tallest. And each one of them had bodies chiseled to perfection from workouts and hard work; although Jagger carried the most muscle mass. In comparison, Dylan and Hendrix were leaner.

Just seeing them was enough to melt my panties, if I’d had any on, and accelerate my heartbeat. Being in such a small space with them had every nerve ending tingling with need and my blood heated to volcanic temperatures.

Stepping forward, Hendrix tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “We take care of what’s ours.”

“Oookaaay.” I drew out the word while scrambling for a way out of the awkward moment. “That’s great. You guys got me back safe. Thanks.”

Nobody moved.

“So, uh…yeah,” I nodded toward the door. “I’m good. You can wait out there or leave. I’m going to take a shower then go to bed.”

Dylan shifted past me, pulled open the glass door and turned on the shower. I expected him to then leave the room but he stayed, holding his hand under the spray and adjusting the temperature until satisfied before he leaned back against the wall.

Jagger moved closer, caging me between the three of them with the shower at my back. He held out a hand.

I stared at that hand as if it were a snake, waiting to strike. It never wavered, just remained extended in my direction. Finally, I met his gray gaze and asked, “What?”

“Give me the shirt…”

I was already shaking my head.

“…then we’ll get rid of those borrowed pants.”

What the hell. “I’m not getting naked in front of you.”

“Explain it to her,” Dylan demanded.

Hendrix repeated, “We take care of what’s ours.”

“We’ve waited,” Jagger said in a soothing tone. “Let you grow up, get a job, travel.”

“We’re done waiting.” Dylan practically growled the words.

“It’s time. The three of us are staking our claim,” Jagger continued in that annoyingly calm way of his.

I felt anything but calm. Panic and excitement had my pulse racing but my brain wasn’t functioning because it failed to comprehend what they were saying. In contrast, my heart did ecstatic somersaults in my chest, beating for the men I love. The Three Kings—the secret title I’d dubbed my dominant, commanding, soldiers.

My stepbrothers, my brain screamed. It’s wrong. I can’t love them. All three of them.

But I did. Since first laying eyes on them when I was only nine years old. They were mine. And I belonged to them.

My body had no trouble understanding the hungry look in their eyes. My breasts swelled, every nerve ending tingled with awareness, my p***y going soft and damp.

Hendrix took in a deep breath and I wondered if he could smell my growing arousal.

Tired of waiting, he fisted the shirt between my breasts and pulled it from my grasp. Dylan nodded to Jagger, who dropped to one knee at my feet and worked the borrowed sweatpants over my hips and down my legs. When he nudged my ankle, I obediently lifted first one foot, then the other.

I stood before them, stripped of any barriers, body trembling. Not in fear or exhaustion as I had earlier. No, now I shook with anticipation and long-repressed desire.

Again, no one moved and I held my breath as their eyes devoured every inch of bared flesh.

Dylan took charge again. “Get in the shower, Addie.”

I didn’t think twice, just did as he said, moaning as the hot water washed over me. Tilting my head back, I dropped my arms and stood directly under the spray. It felt too good, I didn’t want to move, yet curiosity had me turning around to find all three men stripping out of their clothes.

To my disappointment, I didn’t get to ogle their ripped bodies. First Dylan, then Jagger and finally Hendrix crowded in with me, surrounding me with a wall of hard male flesh.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” The words came out as barely a whisper.

Hendrix placed a finger over my lips, silencing my barely voiced protest and I stopped fighting what I’d always wanted but refused to believe I could ever have—all three of the men I loved, loving me.

As if sensing my surrender they moved as one and I was enveloped in three sets of arms.

Jagger’s soft yet firm lips pressed to mine. I opened to him, becoming lost in the most sensual kiss I’d ever known.

They were everywhere. Big hands cupped my breasts, fingers tweaking my n*****s. Thick digits threaded through my wet hair, angling my head, allowing Jagger to kiss me deeper. I didn’t know whose soapy hands rubbed my ass or teased along my inner thighs as I was slowly turned.

Dylan’s lips on mine were different. Strong, firm, demanding. He claimed, took, demanded I respond. He nipped at my bottom lip and swallowed my gasp as someone’s finger traced the seam of my s*x.

That finger teased me, stroking up and down several times before exerting firmer pressure, parting my folds to glide over the nerve-laden inner flesh. I cried out as it circled my c**t and Hendrix’s lips molded to mine, our tongues tangling, stroking with the same tempo as the six hands learning my every curve, thirty fingers teasing, tempting, pleasing.

When I realized that my own hands hung limply at my sides, I quickly rectified my lack of participation. Because this was a dream come true and I intended to know their bodies, starting with the one molded to my front.

Sliding my hands up Hendrix’s strong forearms and sculpted biceps, I traced each rise and sharp indentation over his shoulders and down his back before boldly squeezing his fine ass.

Turned again, I found Jagger before me, his lower body pressed to mine. I wasted no time exploring his firm pecs and hard little n*****s that swelled beneath my fingers. Leaning back against Hendrix’s chest gave me more room to check out the ridges of Jagger’s eight-pack abdomen. When I followed the line of his obliques from hip to groin his hard c**k twitched against my belly.

I grew bolder and when turned to face Dylan, I reached straight for his shaft and fisted both hands around the broad length. He groaned and the water was turned off, a terse command of “Out,” setting the guys into motion. I followed where they led until I was scooped up and laid in the center of the king-size bed.

The air conditioning chilled my wet flesh but the sensation barely had time to register before I was covered by three hot masculine bodies. Hendrix’s smiling face appeared before mine and he whispered, “We’ve waited so long for you, Addie.”

I nodded and cupped his cheek. “Me too.”

His smile faded as he turned serious. “We’re going to show you what it means to be ours.”

“Don’t you know? I’ve always been yours.”

He kissed me deeply and thoroughly, pouring a wealth of emotion into the mating of our mouths. I felt hands glide over my ribs and mold to my breasts, massaging the globes. My n****e was drawn into the warmth of a mouth, a tongue swirling around the taut peak before teeth nipped. That had to be Dylan moving from one breast to the other—licking, sucking, nibbling.

Another set of hands slid up my legs, parting them for the body that moved into the space he created. Each thigh was lifted and draped over a broad shoulder then Jagger’s hands moved to my ass, lifting and tilting my pelvis. The first swipe of his warm, wet tongue over my p***y lips had me moaning into Hendrix’s mouth.

Pulling back, he grinned down at me while Dylan bathed my cleavage with his tongue.

“You know what Dylan’s going to do?”

I shook my head.

“While Jagger makes you squirm on his tongue, Dylan’s going to f**k those gorgeous t**s. And me,” his grin turned devilish as his gaze dropped to my lips. “I’m going to f**k those pouty lips.”

Meeting my gaze, he easily recognized both my excitement and anxiety. “That turns you on. Have you ever taken a c**k in your mouth, Addie?”

“No.” I’d imagined, watched videos but never had the desire to do so…until now. “But I want to, with you.”

The grin returned as he rose and shifted, kneeling next to my shoulder. He grabbed another pillow, lifted me forward and arranged it behind my back. Once he had me settled, Hendrix moved back while Dylan straddled my belly. I stared at his plum-shaped cockhead as he stroked the shaft a few times then nested it between my breasts and pressed them in around his length. All three of us, Hendrix, Dylan and I watched as he thrust between my breasts several times.

A clear drop of fluid appeared at his slit. Curious of how he’d taste, I tucked my chin and the next time his c**k poked out of my cleavage, I swiped my tongue over the tip. We both moaned.

“f**k, that’s hot.” Hendrix’s voice had deepened and turned gruff.

My hips bucked as Jagger’s lips closed around my c**t and he sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves. Needing an anchor, I grabbed onto Rix’s forearm and stared up at him beseechingly.

“We’ve got you, Addie. Relax. Give yourself to us. We’ll take good care of you.”

“Rix. Pleeease,” I begged.

He grinned and shifted closer. “Let’s see if I can’t distract you.”

Distract me? Christ, I was one big distraction, unable to focus on anything with Dylan’s salty-sweet taste on my tongue as he continued to thrust between my breasts, stimulating my n*****s with his deft fingers. And Jagger between my legs. I had no frame of reference for the sensations rippling through my p***y, which had only ever known the touch of my fingers and vibrator. This was a whole different world of sensation. His wonderful lips, tongue and fingers were driving me out of my mind.

The tip of Hendrix’s c**k tapped against my mouth and I opened, swiping my tongue over my lips and then his soft crown, moaning as his flavor blasted my taste buds. He was slightly sweeter than Dylan.

“That’s it. Lick me. Get me nice and wet,” he praised. I tried to concentrate on pleasing him but going from zero lovers to three at once had me overwhelmed. So I simply followed his instructions, opening wider as he slid into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, closing my lips and sucking. I was rewarded with his guttural groans.

The tension in my body steadily increased, my orgasm building to an almost painful level I’d never reached on my own. Just when I was certain I couldn’t take anymore, Jagger thrust two fingers inside my p***y and rubbed them over a spot that had me seeing stars. At the same time he started flicking his tongue over my c**t.

My muscles clenched hard and I was suspended for seemingly endless moments at the edge of something massive. Then a damp pinky circled my anus, slipping just inside the tight pucker and the taboo sensations sent me flying.

Hendrix pulled from my mouth as I screamed. Leaning down, he placed tender kisses all over my face, the corners of my lips, the tip of my nose, and my closed eyelids, whispering praise until I collapsed against the mattress, a panting, sweaty mess.

Jagger placed a last kiss to my quivering c**t then shifted to his knees. Dylan pressed my breasts tighter around his c**k and thrust two, three more times then released me and stroked himself. I watched in amazement as white streams of c*m erupted from him and splashed over my breasts, neck and chin. He dropped to the mattress at my side and shot me a satisfied grin.

Hendrix took his brother’s place straddling my chest. He stroked his c**k and placed the tip at my lips and I felt Jagger move closer, rubbing his cockhead along my folds. My eyes widened and I stared up at Rix in a panic.

“Wait.” They immediately stopped as I struggled to find the words. “Rix. Jag. I’ve never—”

Being with the three of them had never been an option. When I’d been old enough to know what I wanted they’d been out of reach in the Army. Then I’d started on my own career and we were rarely in the same country at the same time. There had been men I gone on dates with. Kissing and light petting had been as far as anything had ever gone. While there had been attraction, none of them were the men I wanted. The men I loved.

“I’m still—” I didn’t know what to say. Not intact because I’d popped my cherry with my vibrator. But still a virgin. Yet that didn’t feel like the right thing to say. And in the end, I didn’t have to say anything at all.

“Breathe, Addie.” Hendrix understood. Of course he did. “We know. Jag will be gentle. We’ll make it good for you.”

The breath I hadn’t realized I held escaped in a rush.

Hendrix moved off me and I wanted to weep with the loss. He lay by my side and I could see all three of my men gazing down at me with a depth of love in their gray eyes that astounded me, making me fall in love with them all over again.