Devil's Own (Palm Island Book 6), page 18
Angel blankets my still-humming body with his and I wrap my hand around his cock again. Our kisses turn filthy immediately as I lick the taste of my release off his lips and tongue and stroke him in earnest. He fucks into my hand and grunts around my tongue until his cock swells and starts to pulse. Sticky ropes of his cum paint my belly, soaking into my shirt and seeping between my fingers as I stroke him through his orgasm.
Angel shudders and collapses on top of me, his cock still twitching in my hand, both of us completely breathless.
He’s not quite as heavy as Devil, but still heavy enough for me to feel slightly crushed beneath him while we lie there catching our breath. It’s not a bad feeling though. If I’m being really honest with myself, it’s comforting to feel his weight pinning me to the couch, keeping me from having to worry about whether I should leave or how much it’s going to suck when this whole thing ends.
After a few minutes, Angel rolls onto his side, nudging me just a little so he can slip into the space between me and the back of the couch. He wraps his arms around me and keeps one leg over my hips. I turn my head towards him, and the tips of our noses brush.
“You asked the other day if Devil and I only ever keep things casual with other men,” he says. The calm in my body evaporates instantly, and I tense. Angel tightens his arms around me like he’s expecting me to try to bolt.
“And you said ‘yes,’” I remind him. My conversation with Devil yesterday swims to the front of my mind. “Did he now?” That’s what Devil said when I mentioned that Angel said their hookups are one-and-done. Obviously, I was wrong about the one-time nature of everything, but I understood the spirit of what was implied when I asked. He and Devil are together. They’re married. Everyone else is just a passing thing for them.
“I don’t think I did. I probably said they always have been, which is true.” His lips inch closer to mine and he runs his fingers through my hair. I’m not sure why, but I’m suddenly aware of the movie still playing in the background, like something going on in a whole other world than the one Angel and I are occupying together right now.
“I get it,” I say with a little more bite to my words than I mean to.
“No, you don’t.” He tugs gently on my hair to get my attention and his gaze bores into mine. Up close like this, half-naked and pressed together, cum and sweat still all over both of us, I can feel the intensity of his stare straight through to my soul. I can feel the beat of Angel’s heart like it’s my own, and it’s erratic in a desperate kind of way. “Devil doesn’t want me to scare you off, and maybe he’s right, but I’ve never been very good at holding things in.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” He pauses to brush his lips against mine in a barely there kiss that makes my toes tingle. “That I haven’t just wanted you in our bed all these years, pretty thing.”
“I…” I croak, not sure how to respond. I can feel the truth in his words. I want to tell myself he’s just trying to flatter me or play with me, but all I can feel is honesty coming off of him in waves.
Angel’s lips twitch with a small smile. “Just think about it.”
He presses another kiss to my lips, and I let out a breath, sinking into the feeling of his mouth on mine, and the wild, hopeful flail of my heart.
Just think about it.
Chapter 14
DEVIL
The smell of sex and the sound of soft voices hits me as soon as I step through the front door. If that weren’t enough of a sign that Raven took the hint to come over and see Angel today, tripping over his boots right in the middle of the entryway would’ve been. A smile tugs at my lips and a warm feeling expands inside of my chest like a helium balloon.
There’s no pause in the quiet conversation, so I don’t think they heard me come in. I slip off my shoes and creep towards the doorway that leads to the living room.
“You’re a middle child,” Raven says seriously, and Angel barks out a laugh.
“You cannot read that on my palm.”
I peek around the corner to see the two of them sprawled out on the couch, completely bare. Their clothes are in a messy heap on the floor and Angel is on his side, wedged against the back of the couch, while Raven lies on his back, his head resting on Angel’s shoulder, studying Angel’s hand with a serious frown of concentration. Angel’s hair is a mess, and there’s a radiant smile stretched over his lips.
“I can,” Raven insists, dragging his index finger down the middle of Angel’s palm. “Right here, I can see that you’re desperate for attention and terribly vain, which are both traits of middle children.”
My husband throws his head back and laughs loudly again. The sound reverberates in a fundamental place inside of me, fulfilling the deepest need I have—to always see him happy just like he is right now.
“You’re so full of shit,” he murmurs, yanking his hand away while Raven cackles. Angel cuts off the sound with his mouth on the cheeky little psychic’s.
I take another step and lean against the doorframe, happy to enjoy the show while I wait for them to come up for air. My cock stirs, but lust feels so trivial compared to the feeling pulsing bright and electric inside of me as I watch them kiss.
I want this. I want to come home to both of them every day. I want to see Angel smile like this all the time. I want to hear Raven’s teasing laughter and snarky jokes. I’m desperate to think we’re chipping away at his barriers, but it might just be wishful thinking. His reaction to my praise in the heat of the moment last night should be all the proof I need that Raven is clinging to the safety of as much emotional distance as possible. But there’s something about the smile on his lips when their kiss ends that makes my heart flutter with hope.
Angel looks up, his eyes still unfocused from the kiss for a few seconds. But as soon as he realizes I’m standing here, his expression fills with all the love and affection I’ve spent every day working to be worthy of for the past decade and a half. Raven turns his head and startles when he sees me.
“Bell.” He huffs and points at me accusingly.
I chuckle. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve worked on all this stealth? You think I’m going to let you ruin that by putting a bell on me like a cat?”
I cross the room and lean over them. Angel tilts his face towards me, and I nip at his bottom lip before shoving my tongue between them to lick into his mouth. He moans around my tongue, and I echo the sound, greedily lapping at the flavor of the two of them mingling on his lips and tongue, the taste of both of their mouths and the distinctly salty-sweet flavor of cum.
“We missed you,” he murmurs against my lips.
If Raven minds Angel speaking for him, he doesn’t say anything. I rumble an amused sound into Angel’s mouth.
“It’s hard to believe I crossed your mind this afternoon, love, when I can taste Raven’s cum all over your lips.”
I grin against his mouth while Angel laughs unapologetically, and Raven makes a strangled sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak.
“You’re always on my mind, Dae. You know that.” Angel pecks at my lips one more time, then puts his hand on my chest and gives me a tiny shove.
I temper my grin and fix my expression into something more serious as I turn my attention to Raven. Dragging my fingers along the smooth curve of his jaw, I lean in close, not quite kissing him. His lips soften and his eyelids droop, begging for a kiss without words. My heart trips over its own beats and I bite back a groan.
“What about you, sweetheart? Did I cross your mind while Angel’s hot mouth was wrapped around your cock?” I tease. Raven’s face flames bright red and he squirms.
“Be nice to him,” Angel says, lifting his leg from where it’s draped over our sweet little man to give me a playful kick in the ass.
I flash another smile so Raven knows I’m just playing around. He licks his lips, and our mouths are so close that I can feel the brief damp heat of his tongue pass between us, then he nods.
“It’s impossible not to think about you. It’s like both of you are burrowed into my brain so deep I can’t do anything to shake either of you loose.” He says it quietly, with a tremor in his voice like he’s making a shameful confession. But all his words do is make my already racing pulse kick up a little faster.
“That makes two of us,” I say before finally closing the infinitesimal space between our mouths to kiss him.
“Three of us,” I hear Angel say over the thundering of my pulse in my ears and the soft mewling sounds Raven makes against my lips while our mouths slide against each other in the demanding rhythm I’ve set.
I break the kiss and straighten up, reaching down to adjust my erection. In their naked states, there’s nothing either of them can do to hide their rapidly plumping cocks, and they don’t bother to try. There’s no sense of urgency right now though, no drive to force them out of their cozy cuddling when lust is an infinite resource. The desire to touch and kiss and fuck both of them will still be there later tonight, and tomorrow, and likely every day for the foreseeable future.
Angel yawns and stretches out a little, wrapping himself tightly around Raven again with a lazy smile.
“I suppose I should poke around the kitchen and figure out something for dinner.” He sighs.
I’ve been married to him long enough to know he’s fishing for me to either offer to make dinner or suggest an alternative that will mean he doesn’t have to lift a finger, and preferably won’t have to put on clothes or get off the couch. He smirks and cracks open one eye to check if it’s working.
“I’ve got two options for you,” I say. Of course, option one is exactly what he’s hoping for because I love spoiling Angel just as much as he loves being spoiled. “I have some fish out in the deep freezer. I could thaw them out and toss them on the grill.”
He hums in approval, and Raven keeps his expression neutral, maybe unsure whether he’s invited into our dinner plans or if he gets a vote on what they are.
“Or,” I go on, “I just got a text from Boston. He’s having a poker night over at his place. So, tons of food provided by the chef and a chance to take large amounts of money from our friends.”
Angel’s eyes fly open. It’s probably the only thing I could have suggested that would motivate him to peel himself off the cum-crusted couch and put on a pair of pants.
“What do you think? Poker night?” he asks.
Raven is still silent and looking mostly checked out until he realizes we’re both looking at him. He looks at me and then at Angel.
“You’re asking me?” He points at himself, his eyebrows jumping up.
“Well… yeah.” Angel runs his fingers down Raven’s bare stomach, and I watch the tensing of his abdominal muscles and the slight twitch of his half-hard cock. “You want to spend the rest of the evening with us, don’t you?”
Raven is treated to the full force of Angel’s well-honed manipulation as my husband puts on big doe eyes and makes his lips pouty, tickling his fingertips right along the edge of the dark thatch of Raven’s pubic hair. The poor man doesn’t stand a chance. I’ve had years of practice steeling myself against his tactics, and they still work on me eighty percent of the time. Mostly because I like giving in to Angel, but still, the man is good.
Raven looks over at me helplessly. I want him to spend the rest of the night with us too, so he’s not about to get an out over here.
“Poker night, or I’ll thaw out some fish, but you should stay,” I echo.
Raven chews on his bottom lip. “Poker night sounds fun. But…”
“You don’t want anyone to know what’s going on between us?” Angel guesses, and I frown. Not because I don’t understand why he wouldn’t want to say anything yet when it’s all still new and undefined, but because the thought of having to spend the rest of the night pretending like Raven is still practically a stranger makes my teeth hurt.
Raven nods. “Also, technically I’m banned from poker night.” A wicked, playful smile stretches over his lips, suggesting he’s not going to let something like everyone complaining about him winning too often stop him from showing up.
I snort a laugh and catch Angel’s eye, trying to get a feel for whether he’s okay going and playing it cool about Raven. He shrugs and I nod.
“If you don’t want anyone to know yet, that’s fine.” I’m impressed that I manage to sound like I’m actually fine with it. We have to be okay with it for now. Until we can convince Raven that we’re serious about him.
“Okay.” He glances over at the pile of his clothes. “I should probably run home to change and then meet you guys there.”
“Is your shirt ruined?” Angel asks.
“Maybe. I’ll have to hand wash it and find out.” Raven wiggles out of his arms and swings his legs around to sit up.
“Here.” Angel mirrors his motion, heaving himself up, then leaning over to pluck my white t-shirt from the pile on the floor. “You can wear this home.”
Raven hesitates for just a second before reaching out and taking the shirt. As soon as it's in his hand, he brings it to his face and inhales, his eyelids fluttering and his cheeks flushing again as soon as he realizes he’s sniffing Angel’s clothes… my clothes… our clothes. He unfurls the t-shirt and pulls it on over his head. It’s loose on him, but not overly so. A primal feeling surges in my chest to see him wearing my shirt, the same way it always makes me feral when Angel puts on my clothes.
Raven pulls his shorts back on too, then wads up his shirt and stockings into a ball to carry them. Angel stays on the couch while I walk Raven to the front door, waiting while he puts his boots on and laces them up. When he stands back up, I pull him in for one more kiss that leaves him gasping before I hold the door open for him and watch him walk down the steps and out of sight.
I turn around to find Angel still stark naked, lingering in the doorway.
“Good time with Raven today?” I ask, even though the answer is already written all over his face.
He nods and I cross the space between us to pull him into my arms.
“It was amazing,” he says dreamily. “He really opened up to me. He likes the same movies I do, and…” Angel bites his lip and dips his gaze like he’s not sure if he should share the next bit with me. “He cried on my shoulder,” he nearly whispers the words. “It was… well, not nice, but…”
“I get it.” I kiss the tip of his nose.
“I told him,” he confesses, looking a little guilty.
“Told him what?”
“That we see him as more than a fling to warm up the boring winter months.” He runs his hands over my chest and wraps his arms around my neck, studying my face and waiting for a reaction.
“Obviously he didn’t freak out, so that’s a good sign.” That hopeful feeling swells in my chest again.
Angel shrugs. “He didn’t really say anything, so at the very least it didn’t scare him off. I think he needs time to process it. And I think he needs time to see that it’s real.”
“Time I can definitely do. Patience is my middle name,” I say, and Angel laughs. “How about you?”
He tugs his lip between his teeth again and nods. “He’s worth it. I can feel it.”
“He is. Now, how about a quick shower before we go to Boston’s?” I waggle my eyebrows, and he grins.
RAVEN
Back at my apartment, I strip Angel’s shirt over my head and shiver in spite of the stuffy humidity in my bedroom. Wearing his shirt felt like having him wrapped around me, and taking it off makes me ache deep down in my gut. I roll my eyes at myself. Dramatic much?
I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply again. At least Angel and Devil can’t see me do it this time. They can’t see the way my eyelids flutter and my cock chubs at the spicy scent of Angel’s skin still clinging to the fabric of the shirt.
“I haven’t just wanted you in our bed all these years.”
The echo of his words in my head makes me shiver again. A hot shiver this time. A needy shiver. Does Devil feel the same way? He said Devil told him not to say anything, so he must at least know that it’s how Angel feels. I lick my lips, tasting the lingering flavor of both their mouths.
I toss the t-shirt onto my bed before stripping down and tossing everything else into my hamper. Snapshot memories of the past few days flip through my mind as I head into the bathroom and crank on the shower. Not just sexy memories either. I mean, yes, there are plenty of those, but my brain keeps snagging on silly little moments, like Devil holding my hand last night and Angel wrapped around me, softly singing along with all the songs in Guys and Dolls under his breath.
I step under the hot spray and reach for the soap.
My stomach flips and flutters, and there’s a tugging feeling in my chest. My heart wants it all to be true, for this to be the start of something instead of just a passing fling. But everything feels so delicate right now, so easily breakable. Relationships are hard to get off the ground at the best of times, but I’ve never dated two men at once before, especially not like this. Can I even do it?
I close my eyes and imagine them home together right now. Did they reach for each other the second I left with groping hands and words of love on their lips? Did Devil sweep Angel off his feet, take him to their bedroom, and make love to him until he couldn’t even remember his own name, let alone mine?
My breath gets caught in my throat and my cock swells rapidly.
Okay, so no problem with jealousy, that’s good to know. The physical aspect of it all is hot, but the emotional aspect is something else altogether. That’s exactly why I’ve been so afraid to let them close from the start. There’s something about the way they love each other that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a spectator or a voyeur. It feels welcoming and open and like maybe I could be part of it too.
I shove my face under the water, then shake it off. Everything inside me feels chaotic and out of control in a way that’s exciting and terrifying all at once. My heart is thundering and I’m panting harder than I was when Angel’s mouth was on me earlier. If this isn’t just sex, then what is it? Am I brave enough to find out?
