Chapter 10
The second I jumped up into Eli’s lifted truck and slid into the backseat, I knew I had made a mistake. A calculated, filthy, absolutely worth it kind of mistake. Eli’s truck smelled like his turnout gear and smoke, and the combination had me clenching my thighs before the door even shut.
Travis got in beside me, spreading those thick legs and dragging a palm over his beard like he already knew what I was thinking. The black fleece flannel he wore matched his dark gaze, and the tightness of his jeans made my mouth water, even though I had just come a few minutes ago.
Eli slid into the driver’s seat, glanced in the rearview mirror once and shook his head like he was regretting saying that he wanted me in his bed tonight, which meant he had to drive.
“You two behave back there,” he warned, voice rough.
I smiled.
“Silly boy.”
The truck pulled out of the rink’s lot, tires crunching over the ice-packed gravel, but I wasn’t cold. My skin was burning with excitement and need. I felt alive for the first time in years. When we hit the first red light, I made my move. Leaning into Travis, I brushed my hand down his thigh.
Casual.
Slow.
Deadly.
His breath caught, and I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch as he turned to look at me. “Frankie.” He said low and ominously.
“Yes?” I asked sweetly, fingers finding the button of his jeans.
He swallowed hard, but he didn’t stop me. My chest rubbed against his side as he lifted his arm and put it over my shoulders. Silently granting me access to his body.
God that was such a turn on.
“You’re going to get us killed,” Eli muttered from the front, his knuckles tightening on the wheel.
“I’m not doing anything,” I said, feigning innocence while sliding Travis’s zipper down.
Still, he didn’t stop me or try to warn me off. He simply growled when I slid my hand inside his jeans, finding the hard, hot length of his cock through his silky briefs and wrapped my fingers around it. “Jesus,” he hissed.
“You’re so thick.” I purred, stroking him slowly, watching the way his lids went heavy, and his chest rose sharply under his shirt. “What do you think, Elliott?” I turned and found his best friend’s gaze in the mirror. “You’ve felt how tight I am, do you think he’ll fit?”
Eli cursed and one hand left the wheel, and I watched as he gripped his own cock, stroking it through his jeans.
Travis turned my jaw back toward him, “You’re trouble.”
“I thought you said I was the peace you found in the shade?” I pouted, squeezing him harder.
“You are both of those things.”
“Do you want to tame me?” I questioned, dipping my finger in through the opening of his briefs and rubbing one fingertip over the leaking tip of his cock, gathering his pre-cum. His eyes were ravenous as I lifted it to my lips and ran it over my tongue. “Mmh,”
“No,” He said through clenched teeth, “I want to lose control with you.”
A groan came from the front seat.
“Eli.” Trav warned.
“I swear to God, if I crash this truck—”
“Then you’d better keep your eyes on the road, Fireman,” I purred, working my hand again in long, lazy pulls.
“Frankie,” Eli barked, but it was strangled—desperate. “You wanted us all in bed tonight, but you’re going to have to settle for the one you left soaked in the locker room if you don’t stop.”
He was on edge, and I felt bad for him, so I played nice. Kind of.
I dragged my hand out and sat back in my seat with Travis’s arm over my shoulder, tucking me against his side as I rubbed my palms over my thighs and stomach, wiping the heat of him off. “Guess you’d better drive faster, then.”
The air in the cab was thick enough to cut with a blade for the few minutes left before he pulled the truck into a parking spot in a private lot next to a warehouse.
Eli hardly stopped the truck before he jumped out, ripped my door open, pulled me from Trav's arms, and kissed me wildly.
Both men kissed so differently, and I wouldn’t have been able to pick a favorite if there was a gun to my head. So quickly, I became obsessed with both. Eli carried me up the metal stairs to a nondescript steel door at the edge of the industrial strip lining the edge of downtown.
It was the kind of place that looked abandoned from the outside, but it pulsed with warmth the second he opened the door and carried me inside.
Exposed brick walls. Black steel beams. Concrete floors polished to a mirror shine. It was so perfectly Eli.
Setting me down in the open living space, he kissed me again before pulling back and kicking his boots off. He looked so damn good in his tight dark wash jeans and white henley, but I wondered what he looked like under it all more than that.
Forcing my eyes away from him, I admired his home. On the side of the massive room with tall ceilings was a staircase, leading to an open loft above, and my eyes tracked the steps, wondering if that was where his bed was. Could we go right up, or would they drag it out to tease me more?
I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever longed for another human being the way I did for Eli and Travis.
And the way they hungered for me in return, I could almost trick my dark soul into thinking maybe they wouldn’t hurt me in the end like another man had.
Travis's boots echoed behind me, and when I turned, both of them were watching me like they were starving.
“You sure?” Eli asked, his voice low and rough.
I nodded. “I need more than stolen moments in the dark,” I leaned down and unzipped one of my boots, stepping out of it. “I want to feel it. The weight of this. The reality of it.” Stepping out of the other one, I pushed them to the side and stared at my men.
Because they were fucking mine. I could feel it.
Travis moved first. He kissed me as if I were oxygen, as if the hours since he dropped me off on my doorstep had nearly done him in. His hands were big and rough and so damn reverent it nearly broke me open.
He lifted me with one arm under my thighs, walking me backward until my back hit a steel pillar in the middle of the room.
I gasped, kissing him deeper as Eli slid behind me, shielding me from the cold hard metal and pressing me between them.
His fingers worked in front of me, undoing the buttons on my dress until he pulled it free of my body, leaving me in my bra and panties in Travis’s arms still.
“I want you to know what it’s like,” Eli whispered against the back of my neck, “to be ruined by both of us. Not for fun. Not for power. But because you’re ours.”
If I had been standing, my knees would have buckled. And I knew they would have caught me.
“Bed.” I cried, as Eli’s teeth sank into my shoulder and Trav’s fingers slid under the crotch of my panties, rubbing me with the rough pads of his fingers. “Now, please!”
They moved in unison, carrying me up the steps and I pulled away from Travis’s delicious lips long enough to look at the massive king-size bed in the center of the loft, the headboard against a gigantic wall of windows overlooking the town below with the streetlights casting a warm glow through the mismatched glass. “God, it’s beautiful.”
It wasn’t a bachelor pad. It was a den, his sanctuary. A place built to handle the weight of things that weren’t allowed out into the daylight after his shifts.
It was perfect.
“Yes, you are.” Eli said, and I turned my attention back to them as Travis set me on my feet at the end of the bed.
“Are you sure?” I asked, parroting Eli’s questions earlier as I looked at each of them. “You’re best friends. What if this changes something?”
Travis shucked his flannel off with those steady eyes that never wavered in the face of uncertainty and then pulled the hem of his shirt up over his head, revealing his massive abdominals, coated with a layer of manly dark hair.
What was I saying? Damn.
“I hope it does change things.” Travis said, staring at me. “I hope it means the start of something powerful for all three of us.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, looking at Travis, who nodded surely, to Eli, who gave me a grin.
“We’re sure.” Eli said, pulling his shirt off by the back of his collar and tossing it into the pile of clothes on the floor. “Now what do you want from us?”
“Mmh,” I moaned, looking from his smooth, ripped eight-pack to Travis’s manly barrel chest. “Strip.”
Eli grinned with his pretty-boy smirk and pulled the button of his jeans open as Travis did the same.
They weren’t shy as they each stripped; they didn’t even pretend not to look at each other as they pushed their briefs down and stood naked before me for the first time. It was so surreal to see their level of comfort with each other and their hunger for me in one.
And holy mother of God, they were both packing glorious dicks, and I was in massive trouble. The second I saw them both, I longed to take them both at the same time, but I knew that would take time.
Time I didn’t know if I would have the patience to wait for.
“Lie down.” I said, putting a hand on each of their chests and pushing them back onto the bed.
Standing before them in my best pair of black lingerie, and with confidence I didn’t know I possessed anymore, I prayed I’d stay upright before I fell to my knees and begged them.
“You both have played, now it’s my turn. ”
Both men leaned back on the pillows at the top of the bed and watched me with hungry gazes as I slid my bra and panties off and kneeled on the bed between them.
Never in my life had I taken two men to bed, and part of me was intimidated by the idea of trying to please even one of the magnificent men in front of me, let alone both of them.
Instead of letting that fear stop me, I leaned into the arousal and need it had created in my core and followed my urges from that.