Chapter Eight
Alyssa
Alyssa couldn’t wait until Scott returned to their safe house. Kershaw and Santiago promised nothing would happen to him, but she worried. Juan didn’t have the rep he did without reason. Her brother could run off the rails at the drop of a hat. No one had to piss him off. Nothing bad had to happen. He just did it.
She’d seen the results.
Cleaned up after him.
The door opened, startling her from her thoughts. He made it. He’d come home in one piece. Scott stepped over the threshold and pulled the small tab off his button-down gray and brown plaid shirt. He placed the tech holding every bit of information they needed to take down Juan and the Cajero Cartel in Santiago’s hand before ripping the bandanna off his head. He looked worse than tired. He was drained.
Of everything.
She went to him without hesitation and wrapped him in her embrace. Scott sighed, sagging in her arms. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent before placing a kiss to her collarbone.
She didn’t say anything to him, instead held him until he was ready.
Santiago joined them moments later after securing the wire/camera. “You did good, man.”
Scott nodded. “Thanks. That shit was insane man.”
“Sounded like it. Where the fuck did you go?”
Scott snorted. “Into the cave. Into the belly of the beast. I figured out how they make it work too.”
“We heard. Son of a bitch man, that was ballsy asking Juan straight up how he did it.”
“I didn’t think he’d answer, to be honest.” He wrapped his arm around Alyssa, tucking her into his side. The warmth and safety she felt there meant more right then than it had in years.
He started for the door to the bedroom. “Need sleep, you coming?”
Santiago glanced between her and Scott then back to Alyssa. “Uh, you down for this?”
“I’m not sure what this is,” she answered honestly. “Maybe if I did, I could answer better.”
Scott pulled her flush to his body then bent his head. “I think both of us have been waiting for this moment a long time. I might be tired, but I’m not tired enough that I can’t wait to get you under me. How about we see where this goes and make each other feel good.”
She never saw herself as the sharing type. Yet, standing there between the two men, she couldn’t say it didn’t intrigue her. If she had to pick two guys to be with, it would be them. She opened her mouth her mouth to say yes, but nothing came out. She tried again. “Yes.” She reached for Santiago to pull him close.
“Then I’m good with it.” Santiago joined them as they entered the bedroom, then shut the door behind him.
Scott went for her shirt first while kissing the daylights out of her. If the kiss earlier by his car had been any indication of how he felt, this didn’t compare. He consumed her with it. Demanded more from her, and she freely gave over. She loved it. Craved it. There were no words for the emotional riptide tearing through her.
They broke apart when he tugged her shirt over her head and spun her around to face Santiago. The other man stared down at her, watching her. His gaze was wild—lust-filled and a bit crazed. He fed the flames of her desire, turning them into a molten inferno. When his lips covered hers, she melted.
Both men were potent. Their kisses went straight to her head, leaving her light-headed and dizzy. Not a bit of their situation made sense to her, but she supposed it didn’t, not now anyway.
She pushed her hand under Santiago’s shirt and encountered the ridges of his abdominal muscles, completely surprised by the definition. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth as she continued to explore his muscular torso. Scott joined them. The heat of his flesh warmed her from behind as he boxed her between them.
He skimmed his fingertips up her sides and brushed against the sensitive underside of her breasts. Alyssa gasped. She murmured his name while arching to him, pushing her breasts towards Santiago’s face. The man took advantage, burying his face there to nip and lick the supple flesh. Her hands went to his head, holding him in place while she shifted from foot to foot, trying to alleviate the growing ache between her thighs.
“Do you ache for us, mami?” Scott whispered against the shell of her ear, his warm breath tickling her senses.
She nodded, afraid of how desperate her voice would sound if she said anything. She cried out when Santiago pushed aside the cup of her bra and sucked on her nipple. Each tug shot straight to her clitoris, causing the bud to tingle. Her heart pounded. Her breath came in soft pants. They overwhelmed her with their touch, while also making her feel secure in her position. Alyssa knew if she needed to say no, she could and they would care for her.
Scott reached for the waistband of her pants as he pressed kisses to her shoulder blades and back. “You ready?”
“Yes.” Her lip trembled as a current of nervousness rolled through her. “I’ve never done it like this …” She voiced her truth, unsure of how they’d take it.
“Good,” Santiago stated. “Neither have we. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
His words gave her courage, empowering her. “Okay.”
The minute she’d entrusted them with her, everything happened quickly. Their clothes landed on the floor near the bed, and she was between them, kissing and caressing them both. Snuggled between the men, she purred, completely content. They touched and teased each other, bringing themselves to the brink several times before Scott took control.
He rolled a condom over his thick length and situated himself between her thighs. On his first thrust, she whimpered and shook. He was a persistent lover, not stopping until he completely filled her.
Santiago lay beside her, palming her breasts. He lowered her hand to his groin, encouraging her to stroke him. She did and was rewarded with his moan of pleasure. They moved together cohesively, finding their pleasure within the comfort of each others’ arms.
“Shit,” Santiago muttered. “You’re good at that.” He flexed his hips into her grasp. “Don’t stop.
She wouldn’t.
Scott grunted. He stared down at her with wide-eyed wonder as he continued his pace, drawing his shaft over her sensitive spot. She arched and writhed against him, growing closer to the orgasm just out of reach. She reached around him and grabbed his ass, holding him tight to her body while shortening his thrusts. It tapped all the rights spots inside of her.
Her breath grew rapid. Adrenaline spiked in her system. She squeezed Santiago, and he growled in response. She was so damn close. She could taste it. Santiago slid his hand between Scott and her, finding her distended clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves, adding pressure with each swipe. Alyssa tensed. Her back bowed. She cried out as the waves of her release washed over her.
Above her, Scott grunted and groaned with each thrust. He buried his face in her neck, as his body grew rigid. “Fuck.” He thrust twice more and gave a long moan while he throbbed within her. Santiago had removed her hand from his erection, choosing to instead don a condom, then lazily stroked himself as Scott kissed her once more before he pulled away.
Santiago took her hand, lifting her up so they could change positions. “Come on, girl. You’re going to have some fun with me.” Santiago grinned, as he settled her over his lap and guided her over his length.
She cried out. The intensity of their coupling caused sparks of pleasure to shoot through her while mini-orgasms snapped and tingled within. She held herself still enjoying the clashing sensations while Santiago prolonged them by giving her little thrusts.
When she gained her composure, she began to move. There was no way to adequately explain what she felt while being astride him. Full might be the first way to describe it. Then overwhelmed, but surrounded as well. There wasn’t any room for feeling self-conscious or like her body wasn’t good enough for them. Hell, if anything, they seemed to enjoy the flare of her hips, from the way Santiago and Scott continued to grip her there.
He sat up, cupping her ass so she rolled her hips counter to his thrusts. The edge of bliss closing in on her was welcome. She greeted it. Reached for it, as they grew more powerful. His mouth closed over her nipple. The wet heat of his mouth added to the excitement of the moment. It ramped her up, allowing the coil of arousal in her belly to tighten to the point of pleasure-filled pain, then she was floating. She climaxed, shattering in his arms.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Damn that feel so good. Take me with you.” His pace grew more erratic and harsh, spinning her out of control until she screamed and shook in his arms from the intensity of her release.
Santiago groaned then muttered a curse while holding her flush to his body while he pulsed deep inside her. She couldn’t move. Didn’t think she wanted to either. She clung to him as Scott came up behind them. He wrapped his arms around her middle, giving her the sense of security she needed at the moment. She figured both men needed it as well after the severity of their undercover mission.
“We’re never letting you go, mami. Promise. You’ll always be safe with us.”
There was no question in her mind they meant it and she accepted it, because she too, felt the same. “I got your backs too, papi. Promise.”