She knew exactly why. “My captors beat me silly, but they never raped me, Lan. They didn’t actually force me to do anything except watch the horrible things they did to others.”
“Lea?” There was so much sympathy in his voice, but she understood that it wasn’t pity. He cared about her, loved her. He would empathize. Once she’d realized that, she’d felt more equipped to deal with it. And it felt all right to talk to them about those dark days. She was safe now.
Cooper clapped a hand over hers, stopping the rhythm of her strokes. “Do you need to talk about it first?”
She shook her head and eased his hand away from hers to resume stroking him. She fell into a sensual, measured rhythm. “No, I’m not letting those ghosts haunt me anymore. I just want to move past it. I want to be able to be with you all.”
Lan kissed her shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. “We want to be with you, too, but you have to tell me if something scares you.”
“Yeah,” Cooper practically purred the word. He was all tawny and golden, his eyes intent and filled with delicious need.
The idea of pleasing them aroused her. Already wet from Lan’s mouth and her orgasm, she felt her folds grow even slicker.
“Am I doing this right?” she whispered.
Coop just groaned.
“Grip him harder.” Lan murmured the words against her skin. “He wants it. Look.”
A little pearly drop of liquid formed at the slit. Acting purely on instinct, she swiped at it with her thumb and brought it to her mouth. Salty and rich. A little decadent. So very intimate.
“Fuck,” Cooper moaned and another drop welled.
Alea hesitated. “Was I not supposed to do that?”
Lan chuckled. “He liked it, darlin’. It was sexy as hell. Stroke him good and hard. Keep running your thumb over the top. Soon, he’s going to come all over your hand.”
“Really?” She blinked down at Coop. “You want that?”
He was panting now. “Fuck, yes. Please. Damn it…”
The slit of his dick was already wet again, cream coating the head. Alea touched him there, getting her palm coated in the liquid silk. It was easier to stroke Coop now with the lubrication. He seemed to grow even larger as she increased the friction of her fingers over his flesh. She watched, utterly fascinated, as Cooper closed his eyes in concentration.
Was he trying to block her out? Thinking of someone sexier? Alea bit her lip, hating the anxiety plaguing her again. They’d done everything to reassure her…but she didn’t know how to curb the terrible insecurity.
“He’s just trying to make it last,” Lan explained as if he could read her mind.
“It’s hard because she feels so good,” Cooper growled as his hips rolled, shoving deeper into her palm. “And he’s wrong about why I closed my eyes. Fuck, baby, I’m pretending that you’re riding me. In my head, I can feel you all over my cock. You’re drenching me in your hot cunt and… Damn it.”
He was panting now, his rough breaths sawing out of his chest like he was at the end of a marathon.
“Faster,” Lan urged.
Alea picked up the pace, watching each move his body made, feeling every twitch of his cock. He opened and closed his eyes again as if he was utterly lost in the pleasure. God, he swelled again in her hand. Her shoulder burned with effort, but she pressed on, determined to make every stroke throb against her palm and give him ecstasy.
Cooper moaned, and she watched as his heavy balls drew up. An agonized groan tore from him as his body jerked, his hips arched. Then pearly fluid spat from the head of his cock, coating her hand as he came with a roar.
“Fuck, baby!” He kept thrusting into her grip.
The violence of his release calmed. The satisfaction in his moan made her smile gladly, especially when he settled back into the grass, peace settling over his face.
Lan kissed her shoulder, then fell back to the ground, tugging her around to face him. “Damn, watching that has me hot. Touch me, darlin’. Now.”
That was a demand she wasn’t about to ignore. Quickly, she leapt to the pool and rinsed her hands, then hustled back to her men, flushing at the way their gazes sizzled her. When she crouched between them again, Alea leaned over Cooper, kissing his mouth in a soft meeting of breaths and lips before turning back to Landon.
With an expectant stare, he silently urged her closer. Alea smiled. Where to start? She let her fingers trace the sharp line of his jaw and felt those perfectly sculpted lips before she moved to the dimple on his chin. His late-afternoon whiskers tickled the pads of her fingers.
He grew restless as she explored his shoulders and chest, running her palms all over. Alea watched him fight for patience. He placated himself by fondling her breast, the curve of her waist—and pulling her in for quick, demanding kisses, each more urgent than the last. Lan was slowly unraveling. Alea loved it.