Sophie Oak - Lost in Bliss

She was helpless to do anything. Where Rafe had been aggressive and quick, Cam was slow and seductive. Time seemed to still as he played with her. He licked and nipped at her breasts while his hands ran all over her torso. He finally kissed his way up to her neck and nuzzled her there.

“You’re killing me,” Laura managed to whisper. He was making her tremble. Her every nerve was past ready for him to move to her center, but he kissed the curve of her neck and ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.

“No, I’m enjoying you.” The words were spoken softly into her ear. The heat of his breath was just another decadent sensation to be had. “You see, I know that Rafe is the gourmet. I know I sit in a fancy restaurant like an idiot and order a hamburger when I could have something froufrou. I’m not that classy. I don’t care what wine tastes like as long as it gets me drunk, but this—this I want to savor. I’m a connoisseur of you, sweetheart.”

He planted his lips on top of hers and took her mouth. His tongue slid in, gliding along hers, not allowing an inch of her to go untasted.

Laura heard Rafe leave the room. The door to her bathroom squeaked open. Cam kissed her, slanting his mouth over and over as he got at every angle possible. His hands played in her hair.

There was a sudden warm, wet sensation at her pussy.

“It’s just a warm rag, bella.” Rafe was at the end of the bed. “If what Cam says is true, I think he’s going to spend some time here.” Cam turned, and they both looked down her body at Rafe. He was gently washing her pussy. The sensation left her feeling raw and exposed, but it wasn’t a bad thing. It was a sweet ache.

Cam turned back, a smile on his normally hard face. “I’m definitely spending a little time down there. I bet you taste sweet.” Cam stood and began to quickly shrug out of his clothes. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and shucked his jeans and boxers in one smooth move. Cam was the only one of them who had changed after work. Cam changed out of his suit and tie as quickly as he could, sometimes ducking into a bathroom before they even left the office.

Laura knew he preferred street clothes, but now she knew what he looked best in. Nothing at all.

Cam stood over her. He was enormous in every sense of the word.

His shoulders were wide, the muscles bunching as he tossed his shirt off the bed. His cut chest tapered down to lean hips and strongly muscled legs. And his cock. Damn. She’d thought Rafe had the largest cock she would ever see. Cam topped him. His cock was thrusting up, bobbing, the head close to his navel. His thick, heavy balls had pulled up against his body.

“Give me the clothes, sweetheart,” he said softly, his voice belying the rough, masculine look of his body. “I want to be skin to skin.”

With shaky hands, Laura pushed herself up and let the blouse fall off her arms. She shrugged out of the bra. She felt a little self-conscious. Rafe and Cam were ridiculously perfect. She tried, but she knew she wasn’t really in their league. She was attractive, but they were practically Greek gods.

“You’re beautiful.” Cam pulled the skirt off her hips and reached for the rest of her clothes. “You’re so fucking beautiful to me.”

“I call you beautiful all the time, bella,” Rafe added.

She wasn’t so sure, but she wasn’t about to argue. Then she couldn’t think because Cam was climbing on top of her. He’d said he wanted to be skin to skin, and suddenly it seemed like he was kissing every part of her. Their chests met, and their bellies snuggled. Their knees knocked together, and his feet played against hers. His lips covered her mouth in a soul-sinking kiss.

The world melted away as Cam kissed his way down her body. It narrowed and got smaller and more intimate. The case and all the stress fell away until it was just her and Cam and Rafe.

Cam settled between her legs and shoved his nose into her pussy, breathing in her scent.

“This vintage has an excellent nose,” Cam said, grinning. He had said it with just a hint of Rafe’s inflection, poking fun at Laura and Rafe’s recent wine experiments. “But I really love the flavor.” His tongue came out, and he licked a long slow path through her pussy.

Laura felt her back bow. Cam set in, eating her pussy. She let her head roll from one side to the other, the pressure building with every swipe of his talented tongue. She was wetter than she could ever remember being. She opened her eyes, and Rafe was sitting on the chair by her bed. It was the same chair where she sat every night trying to read before she went to bed. Now she wouldn’t be able to think about that chair without seeing Rafe in it. His boxers were shoved down, and he had that magnificent cock in his hand, pumping it slowly as he watched Cam devouring her pussy. His eyes were half lidded, but there was no doubt that he was focused. That hand moved up and down, from base to tip, over and over.

“He’s thinking about fucking you,” Cam said, his eyes on hers.

“He’s remembering just how tight this cunt is.” Laura groaned as he worked two fingers deep inside her.

“She was so tight, Cam. That cunt of hers clamped down on me so hard,” Rafe said on a guttural groan.

“I bet she’s tight everywhere.” There was suddenly a dark, delicious pressure on her anus. “How about here, sweetheart? You ever been fucked here before?”

“No.” The word came out in a breathless squeak. She squirmed. It was so wrong, that finger teasing her anus. Still she couldn’t help but wonder what it be like to have Rafe in her pussy and Cam in her ass.

“A little virgin asshole. That gets me hard, sweetheart. But it will have to wait. I won’t hurt you.” Cam surged up and was spreading her legs before she could take another breath.

“Cameron, suit up before you get inside her.” Rafe’s rough voice reminded her that he was here, watching as she was just about fuck his best friend.

Cam grabbed a condom from his discarded pants and rolled it on.

“I can be satisfied with this pussy for the night, but you should know, I will have that ass, Laura. It’s going to belong to me.” He thrust in, his cock splitting her in one long stroke.

His pelvis ground down in perfect harmony with that hard cock hitting her G-spot. Laura called out his name as she came.

Cam seemed to let himself go. He thrust in over and over again.

His head fell forward as he groaned and every muscle stiffened. He fell forward, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

“My turn.” Rafe stood over them, his dick standing at rigid attention.

Cam’s head came up. “You won’t get any sleep tonight, sweetheart.”

He’d barely rolled off her before Rafe was on top, his mouth coming down on hers.

Laura sighed and gave herself over to her men.

Bliss –Present day

Rafe felt like an idiot in expensive slacks and a T-shirt that proclaimed The Trading Post was Bliss’s one-stop murder clean-up shop. He made his way out of the bathroom, the suit coat and dress shirt he’d previously worn tucked over his arm.

“See, that looks much better,” Wolf Meyer said with a sarcastic grin on his face. “So much more comfortable than that suit.” Rafe stared at Wolf. What kind of name was Wolf? And what the hell had happened? How was Laura engaged? His heart constricted at the thought, but he just didn’t buy it. She didn’t have a ring on her finger. “I prefer the suit, but if this is what Laura wants me to wear, I’ll suffer through it. She knows the town better than I do. I see she likes to be comfortable, too. She used to dress even better than I do.

And, of course, she loved jewelry. I’m surprised she isn’t showing off an engagement ring.”

Rafe had very quickly figured out that Wolf Meyer was a possessive son of a bitch. Rafe had spent the last ten years of his life on a BAU team. He knew how to read people. Wolf Meyer was former military, maybe Special Forces. The man was all alpha male with a strong streak of snark. No way did Wolf Meyer not buy the woman he was going to marry a ring. He would want some physical mark of his ownership. Rafe would, too. If he managed to convince Laura to marry him, he would have a ring on her finger in a heartbeat.

Of course, Cam would probably take it a step further. He would want a tattoo on her ass, something that couldn’t slip off her body.

Wolf didn’t even blink. “You know how we country folk are, Special Agent. We tend to downplay things like that. Really, our love is far more important than a ring. At least that’s what she told me.

We’re saving up for the downpayment on a bigger cabin.” Bullshit . Rafe didn’t believe that for a second. If Wolf Meyer wanted a ring on her finger, it would be there. Rafe had a lot in common with Wolf.

Nope. Something was wrong with Laura’s little engagement.

And something was definitely wrong with this town.

“Here’s some fresh baked cookies, Special Agent,” Teeny Green said, putting a plate on the little table. “I, personally, am very glad you’re here. Oh, I know that everyone else will go into lockdown mode including my wife, but something has to be done. We can’t keep having all these murders. First it was that dreadful man after Rachel and then those bikers. They needed to bathe more often, I tell you. If you’re going to murder someone, at least have the common courtesy of smelling nice, I say.”

Rafe listened to the woman go on about the grooming habits of the Russian mob and realized that he hadn’t met a single person in this town who he wouldn’t flag as potentially insane. From Wolf Meyer, who lied like a pro, to that dude who greeted them with his dick hanging out at that Mountain and Valley place.