Gilbert pushes a finger inside my pussy, spreading my wetness. I’m about to come, and he doesn’t stop this time. I cry out as I come, body shuddering from the overload of pleasure.
Once my heart stops racing, I reach down and take a hold of Gilbert’s cock, slowly stroking him. He lets out a moan and moves so he can kiss me as I jerk him off. I circle my thumb around the tip of his cock and gently bite his lip.
Then he pushes me back and moves down under the covers. I roll onto my back, heart racing at the thought of what’s coming. Gilbert is skilled with his tongue.
He spreads my legs and moves between, keeping the blankets over me so I don’t get cold, though what he’s doing is so fucking hot, I don’t think that’ll be an issue. I moan when his tongue runs over my clit. Thomas gets up and shuts the door, then comes back into bed. He leans over me, lips on mine, and stays out of Gilbert’s way while sparing no attention to me.
They really have done this before.
Gilbert works his tongue and my breathing quickens, making it hard to kiss Thomas. He moves his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking at my flesh as Gilbert continues to pleasure me.
Feebly, I reach for Thomas, trying to untie his pants. He brings his hand to mine, helping me find the tie to pull. He moves up and his hard cock presses into my hand. As soon as I start stroking him, Gilbert flicks my clit with his tongue and I lose control as I come.
Gilbert keeps his mouth on me, not stopping until my body is shuddering. Then he moves up, kisses me, and goes back to my side. Gently, he pushes me away and onto my side so that my ass is against him and I’m facing Thomas, who’s patiently waiting out of the way before getting into bed along with us.
He’s facing me and pushes my damp hair over my shoulder. Gilbert’s hard cock is pressing against my bare ass, and Thomas’s is against my thigh. This is really happening. Two guys who want me enough to take me at the same time. I’ve never felt more desired in my whole life.
Gilbert’s hand settles on my waist, and I arch my back, offering myself to him. He lines up my hips to his cock, and slides one hand down to the back of my thigh. I part my legs, willing his large cock inside. Nerves still on end from the orgasm he just gave me, every thrust and movement feels so fucking amazing.
I sweep my hand down Thomas’s body and push his own hand away. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I start pumping my hand up and down at the same time Gilbert is fucking me. Pleasure builds in all three of us at a rapid pace, and we finish at nearly the same time.
I fall back, exhausted, heart hammering and blood pumping. Nothing has ever made me feel more satisfied, more alive, moreempoweredthan that. Thomas takes my hand and traces circles in my palm with his thumb. Gilbert wraps his large frame around mine again, kissing the back of my neck. Nestled against him, I’m safe and warm.
I fall asleep instantly.
* * *
“Son of a bitch!”I throw the covers back, blinking in the bright sunlight. I just woke up and have no idea what time it is. I’m alone in bed, obviously, and, judging by the amount of sunlight streaming into the room, sunrise was well over an hour ago. Probably more.
Which means I’m going to be late for work. With everything going on last night, I forgot to bring my purse upstairs, which has my phone in it. The house is too big to hear my alarm going off and I overslept.
I get up, body sore both from being attacked by vampires…and it’s not like I got much rest last night. A smile springs to my face when I think about the twins, and my head turns to the window of its own accord. I can see the top of Thomas’s and Gilbert’s wings from up here.
Before I get dressed, I hurry down the stairs to get my phone and check the time. I pull it from my purse and tap the screen, cursing again when I see it’s seven thirty-three. I’m supposed to be at work at eight. If I leave right now, I might be able to make it as long as traffic isn’t too bad. I stand too fast and get hit with dizziness. I throw my hand out to keep my balance, blinking away the spots that are clouding my vision.
Thank God I have this weekend off.
I scramble back up the stairs, take a shower, brush my teeth, and get dressed in only five minutes. I rake my fingers through my hair as I rush to my car. I never brushed the curls out, and went to bed with it wet. My hair is a horrid mess. Twisting it into a messy bun at the nape of my neck, I deem it good enough and speed off to work.
Since I’m the lead detective on the murders ironically dubbed the “vampire murders,” I don’t have a chance to grab coffee or a stale donut from the break room until after I meet with the other investigators and officers working on the case. I fumble through everything I want to say, finding it hard to give a halfway decent report when I can’t tell them the truth.
I’m tired enough to be sloppy, and I know it’s a matter of time before I slip up and say something that’ll give everything away. Only, they won’t assume vamps are real. They’ll know I’ve been investigating on my own—alone—and withholding information. I could get fired for that.
Or worse.
“Hey, Ace,” Tiffany says, coming up to the coffee pot. I fill my mug almost to the top and put the pot back.
“Hey, Tiff.” I add cream and sugar, then take a big gulp.
“Are you all right?” She looks away from her coffee for a second to inspect me.
“Yeah.” No one is going to believe that lie. I sigh and shake my head. “I’m tired. I haven’t gotten much sleep the last few nights.”
“This case is really bothering you, huh?”
“Yes, it really is.” At least that’s not a lie.
She takes a sip of her coffee and leans against the counter. “It’s been over forty-eight hours since we found the first victim, and we’ve got nothing. Honestly, it’s a little scary.”
