Chapter 9

Angela rose from the tub and reached for the white fluffy towel. Her bath time had made for a lovely interlude, but now the water was cold and she was running hot, thanks to Jake's visit. After she dried herself off, she replaced the towel on the rack and turned to her present.

The red silk robe reached almost to her knees and covered her like a second skin. She ran her fingers along her arms, wallowing in the feel of the thin fabric.

The day's events blurred and disappeared from her mind, the stress going down the drain with the rest of the bathwater.

She pulled the scrunchie from her blond hair and let it fall over her shoulders, brushing over bare skin and silk alike. A fast look in the mirror showed an Angela she'd rarely seen when she was dating Eric.

A woman who knew what she liked, what she wanted.

Who wasn't afraid to ask for it.

And was appreciative when she got her wish.

She blew the mirror image a kiss and headed for the stairs.

It seemed like years since Jake had settled himself on the couch, tapping his foot and trying to not look at the clock. His visit upstairs had sent his pulse racing, his desire grinding hard against his need to be with her.

A noise brought him to his feet and turned him toward the stairs.

Time stopped as he saw the barefoot woman standing on the steps. She paused upon spotting the two men.

"Jake," she murmured. "Hunter." Angela continued her slow drift down the stairs, wearing a red robe with the belt tied in a loose knot barely doing its job. Her long loose hair, still damp, tempted him to reach out and take hold.

Take her.

Jake growled, surprising himself with the raw emotion.

"Hey, Jake. Want a drink?" Hunter called out from the kitchen.

He shook his head without turning around, watching Angela glide to the couch and sit in the center. The robe rose up on her naked legs, skimming over her knees.

"No, thank you." Jake sat beside her. He took her hand and pressed his lips to it, reveling in the soft, silky skin. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she answered, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

"Too bad no one's hungry." Hunter said as he came into view. He waved three chocolate bars in the air. "Had these chilling in the fridge for an evening snack. I'll keep the whipped cream and strawberries for later." He winked at Angela. "Maybe with some waffles for breakfast?"

Angela's blue eyes went wide. "Ooh! Sounds good. And I've always got room for a snack." She reached for the chocolate bar, but Hunter held it out of her grasp.

Jake's heart skipped a beat as Angela's robe gaped open, giving him an excellent view of a bare breast. Somehow the sight was sexier than it'd been ten minutes ago, when he'd seen her naked in the bathtub. He rubbed his hands along his jeans in an effort to keep from reaching out and pulling her into his lap.

Patience might be a virtue but desire had no time limits.

She pouted, her lip jutting out. "Tease."

Hunter gave her a wide grin. "Only when you want it. But I know what you like." He nodded to Jake. "We know what you like."

He passed Jake one of the cool bars, making sure to keep it away from Angela en route

Jake held it out of reach, laughing, while Hunter slipped the third chocolate bar into his shirt pocket.

"But—" Angela frowned. "That's my chocolate bar."

"You're not going to get it so easily." Hunter smirked as he unwrapped his own bar. "Going to have to earn it."

Angela crossed her arms and increased her pout. "Fine. Jake will give me some of his." She turned and focused on him. "Won't you?" Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. "Please?"

Jake laughed. "Maybe." He pulled the wrapper off the milk chocolate slowly, noting how her eyes never left the candy bar.

He snapped off a piece and held it out. "What would you do for this?"

Angela stood and moved in front of him. She brought his legs together before straddling them. She lowered herself onto his lap before reaching out and stroking his loose tie.

Jake kept the chocolate in his hand, inches from his mouth as she slowly slid his tie from around his neck, stretching it between her hands with a long, throaty sigh. A second later, she dropped the strip of fabric on the floor.

Jake swallowed hard.

She leaned forward and drew the piece of milk chocolate into her mouth, sucking it in between her lips with a loud slurp.

"Fuck," he said, unable to think.

Angela gave him a naughty wink. "Eventually. But right now, I'm loving this chocolate." She stood up and swung her leg over him, giving him a brief peek of what lay underneath the red silk.

Jake gulped, forcing himself to stay still.

Angela eyed Hunter. "Your turn."

"My turn," He echoed as he broke a corner off his own bar. "Open up."

She went to stand in front of him, tugging at the belt of her robe. It fell away to land on the floor. The robe gaped open and Jake cursed, seeing only her covered back.

"Oops," Angela said with no remorse in her voice.

Hunter drew in a sharp breath, still holding the piece of chocolate out.

She leaned in and ran her tongue over his fingers one by one, finally pulling the melting chocolate into her mouth.

Angela pulled back and chuckled, the sound shooting straight to Jake's cock. He shifted on the couch, tugging at his jeans for hope at relief.

"Killing me here." Jake let out a rough laugh, unable and unwilling to move.

"Tell me about it," Hunter answered, his eyes narrowing as he watched her.

Angela laughed as she sat beside Jake and unbuttoned his shirt, smacking her lips.

That earned her a larger piece of chocolate, which she took from Jake's fingers with long, leisurely strokes of her tongue as she lapped up the melted bits. She slid the shirt off his shoulder and tossed it over the couch.

Hunter took his place on her other side, sandwiching her between the two men.

She turned and undid his shirt, the same as she'd done with Jake. She took another sliver of chocolate between her lips, sliding it in and out before pulling it into her mouth.

Hunter let out a strangled cough and tossed his shirt on the floor.

"I'm still hungry." She sat back and looked at the two men. Her robe was now fully open, revealing herself without reservation. "More, please."

"At your command," Jake rasped.

The two men began feeding Angela bits of chocolate, one after the other, patiently waiting for her to finish each piece. Jake didn't have to look at Hunter to know she was having the same effect on her as she was having on him—primed and ready to blow.

She'd kept all of her teasing and touching above the waist, drawing her fingers along their lips and face. Her robe had stayed on somehow, open to reveal the milky-white skin he ached to touch, to nibble on.

To bite.

His mark still rode high on her shoulder, as did Hunter's.

Jake grinned as Hunter extracted Angela's bar from his discarded shirt. He handed it to her.

She stripped the wrapper and slowly ate all if it herself, letting out sensual gasps and groans as she devoured the entire bar.

Jake thought he was about to burst out of his jeans. He glanced at Hunter and saw the raw desire in his face, the need in his eyes as he watched her lick her fingers clean.

Angela was—

The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and unfocused. Her lips were smeared with chocolate; traces edged her mouth where they'd both been sloppy. The robe hung loose on her shoulders, almost matching her flushed skin.

Enough.

Jake pulled her close and kissed her.

Her arms went around him, and she let out a mumbled sigh filled with contentment and pleasure.

Hunter moved in from behind and placed his hands on her waist.

And so it begins.

Jake continued to kiss her, hard and deep, his arms tangling in her loose blonde hair. He caught Hunter's eye and glanced down.

Hunter picked up on the hint.

He tugged on the silk robe and pulled it free, adding it to the pile of clothing on the floor. His hands returned to reach around to cup her breasts. As he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, Angela shivered in Jake's arms and broke away to let out a deep gasp.

"I want—" She drew a staggered breath. "I—"

Hunter pulled his hands free to rest them on her shoulders. "What do you want?"

Angela twisted around and hooked her hand behind Hunter's neck. She pulled him in for a deep, long kiss.

Jake took advantage of the situation to slide a hand along her torso, finding her thighs already wet and slick with her arousal.

Angela let out a strangled cry and pulled away from Hunter.

"I want you both to take me upstairs. Now." She turned to look at Jake and licked her lips, pulling in the last traces of the chocolate.

"As you wish." Jake laughed and scooped her up in his arms as Hunter scrambled out of the way.

Angela tasted milk chocolate and her two men, the combination sending her mind skittering down the road less taken.

She shivered as Jake headed for the stairs, Hunter close behind. The bare-chested men were grinning like fools.

My fools.

She let her head fall back as Jake maneuvered them upstairs to where the bedrooms were. It was a short walk past the bathroom, the scent of the bubble bath still filling the air.

"And here we are." Jake laid her on the mattress and stepped back.

Angela blinked, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Her previous visit had been into Hunter's bedroom, one she knew all too well.

This was uncharted territory.

The new bed was… beautiful. A rich, dark oak headboard dominated the room, strategically spaced open areas with wrought iron curled and twisted in a beautiful marriage of wood and metal. Four tall bedposts sat at each corner, each finished off with an elegant swirled globe.

She instantly noted the possibility for restraints.

Above her, the ceiling fan slowly spun, the leisurely pace in direct contract to the hammering of her heart.

"Put that in today," Hunter bragged as he moved around the room. "This is all new, so you know."

"I guessed." Angela propped herself up on her elbows. "All of it?" She looked around at the tall dresser, the side tables with simple but beautiful lamps, the light blue swirled glass adding a soft touch to the decor.

She reached out and ran her hand along the polished wood, struck silent for the moment.

"All of it. For you." Hunter tilted his head to one side and smiled. "You deserve nothing but the best."

"Which would be me." Jake said as he took his pants off, the folded the underwear and placing it on a nearby chair. "You're falling behind, Coach."

Hunter let out a low laugh and busied himself with taking off his own jeans.

Angela lay on the bed and watched the two men.

It was hard not to compare the two when they were standing side by side. Hunter's chest was lightly furred but not as well-defined as Jake, the sculpted front a result of daily workouts. Jake's abs were tight and visible while Hunter's were a bit gentler. He still had an athlete's body, toned and muscular.

It was impossible not to also compare them below the waist. Even though she knew them both intimately, it was startling to see how much they were alike—and different.

Jake's cock was the longer of the two but Hunter, Hunter's was thicker. The breath caught in her throat as she flashed back to the hotel and the night they'd shared previously.

Now. Together. Again.

Jake went to the edge of the mattress and went on his knees, tugging her toward him. Hunter slid onto the bed beside her, stretching out the length of the oversize mattress.

"This is nice," Hunter said as he leaned over her. He slid his right hand onto her left breast and caressed her nipple. "No watching the clock. No worries about when we'll have to check out." He lowered his lips to her other breast and dragged his teeth over her sensitive skin. "And no one will hear anything. Like, say, screams of ecstasy."

"Which is good," Jake whispered before pushing her legs up to frame his head. "Because you're going to be doing quite a bit of that before the night's over."

Angela tried to say something, form a snappy comeback, but was shocked into silence by the double set of sensations flashing through her.

Hunter sucked on her right nipple, drawing it into his mouth as he flicked his thumb over the left one, sending nervous sparks skittering through her mind.

At the same time Jake scraped his beard stubble on her thigh, a prelude she knew all too well. She gasped as his tongue caressed the inside of her thigh, close to his final goal.

Hunter lifted her head and kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as he intensified his grasp on her breast and gave her nipple a slow pinch. At the same time, Jake dove in with unerring aim, drawing his tongue along her folds while a single finger slipped inside her, curving upward with remembered precision.

The orgasm hit her hard and fast, the scream ripping free from her throat as wave upon wave crashed over her.

Hunter's kisses muffled some of her cries but not all of them, the shrieks echoing off the walls as she shuddered and bucked, her hands tearing at the sheets.

Oh, God—

Angela came back to herself slowly, aware of being held and cuddled by the two men she loved the most.

Jake rested his head on her stomach, a naughty grin on his face as he licked his lips. Hunter's steady breathing in her ear combined with his hands gently cupping her breasts finished the scene.

She forced herself to catch her breath, her heart pounding like a runaway train.

"A nice start to the evening's entertainment," Hunter murmured. "But we can do better." He looked past her. "Your thoughts?"

"I'll take that as a challenge." Jake's soft whisper sent aftershocks over her sensitized skin.

He came into sight. "Damned sexy. The way you came—-" he said, his voice low and hoarse.

"More." It was the only word she could find. "More."

She let out a deep sigh as Hunter dug in the drawer and pulled out a condom.

Angela reached out and snagged it from him, her hands still shaking and unsteady. "Let me."

She managed to rip the packet open and roll it along his length, his cock bobbing with each touch of her finger. Her hands brushed his thighs and her eyes met his, wide and longing. She cupped his balls and gently rolled them around in her hand, giving out a mischievous chuckle.

"Tease. I know how to take care of you." Hunter growled and flipped her over onto her stomach. Angela squeaked at the sudden movement but rose up on her elbows and knees in anticipation, suspecting his plans.

"Come here." He went to the bottom of the bed before grabbing her waist and pulling her along the bed almost to the edge, allowing him greater flexibility and the chance to stay on his feet.

"Wait," Angela said. She looked at Jake and gestured at him with one hand.

Jake let out something akin to a croak as he climbed up on his knees at the top of the bed, moisture already beading at the end of his cock. He shifted on the mattress, inches from her face.

She looked back at Hunter with an evil smirk. "I don't want him to feel left out."

Before either man could reply she reached out and drew Jake into her mouth, rising on her left arm and her right hand keeping a firm grasp on his balls.

Jake slapped his hands on her shoulders to keep his balance, the shock quickly replaced by pleasure. He rolled his head back and moaned as Hunter took hold of Angela's waist and entered her from behind, the slow pace a sharp contrast to the punishing rhythm she had set up on Jake.

Hunter was beyond words, beyond coherent thought.

She was so wet, so ready for him—he ground his teeth together to try and regain some idea of control.

It didn't help that Jake was babbling nonsensical words, thrusting into Angela's mouth as she greedily sucked him in, letting out her own whimpers and moans.

Hunter gritted his teeth together as he maintained his steady advance, giving her time to adjust to him. It was hard to hold back, the urge to slam into her almost overwhelming.

It'd feel so good…

But he didn't want "good". He wanted great.

At last he was fully seated inside her, the wet heat enveloping him and threatening to send him over already. His grip on her waist intensified as she tried to shift against him, force him to move.

"Don't." Hunter groaned and placed his palm on the small of Angela's back, fighting to keep control as she continued to please Jake.

He had to move. He needed to move.

Jake let out a stifled yell, his fingers tangling in her loose hair. She arched her back and Hunter slipped in even further, the last sweet inches pulling him beyond control.

He surrendered to his desire, pulling out at a glacial pace only to slam into her as deep as he could.

The muffled feminine cry unleashed his inner beast, and Hunter sped up, his fingers digging into her hips to keep her still as he plunged into her again and again.

Jake lowered his chin to his chest and let out something akin to a sob, his fingers now stroking her hair, his knees sinking into the mattress as he tried to keep still.

"Angie," Hunter croaked. "I need—" He choked on the words, the heat spiraling up from his balls as he continued his punishing pace. "I need you to come for me." He leaned forward and slipped his right hand from her waist down between her legs. His fingers searched through her moist folds, seeking the perfect spot.

Suddenly she stiffened and pushed back on him hard, her hips rocking from side to side.

Almost there.

Hunter rubbed the tender nub, matching his frantic pace as he thrust into her.

Angela let out another groan as she licked and sucked on Jake's cock, his hands digging into her shoulders as he tried vainly to keep from controlling her pace. Jake moaned at the ceiling with every muscle in his body taut, bound up so tightly Hunter believed for a second that man would explode from the effort of letting Angela keep charge of the situation.

"Angie." Hunter felt the lightening curl up from the base of his spine, the familiar sensation suddenly a thousand times more powerful, a million times more emotional than ever before. "Please, sweetie. Come for me. Come for us." He pressed his fingers against the tiny nub and gave a none-too-gentle pinch.

She let out a muffled scream and shook under him, the tremors rocking her body and his.

The roaring in his ears drowned out a combination of grunting and groaning as he sank into her one more time, the moist heat pulling him out of himself. Hunter grabbed onto her waist to stop himself from falling onto her, his balance shaky as he gave a few last thrusts, weak and powerless compared to the previous ones.

When Hunter managed to open his eyes, Jake was kneeling at the top of the bed, slumped back against the headboard. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he gave a heaving sigh, eyes closed.

Angela, her face pressed into the mattress, moaned and wriggled her ass, a familiar signal.

Hunter pulled out, slowly and carefully. Angela rolled onto her side. She let out a breathy sigh and snuggled into the sheets.

Jake scrubbed his face with both hands before making his way to lie beside her, cradling her in his arms.

Hunter disposed of the condom and slid in at the other side, effectively trapping her between them.

"That was amazing," he said in a strained voice. His legs were limp, and he'd only kept from falling over out of pride.

"More than," Jake said in agreement as he swung one leg over Angela's, stroking her arm with his free left hand.

"Angie?" Hunter gently pushed the hair out of her eyes. "Angie?"

She looked at him, eyes half-closed and lips slightly apart. "We rest now." The slurred words stirred him almost to tears. "I love you." Angela turned her head. "I love you both."

One hand slipped under Hunter's neck, pulling him closer. Her right hand slid back onto Jake's waist, anchoring him there.

"Rest," Angela ordered.

"Do what the lady says," Jake whispered with an accompanying yawn.

"For now," Hunter added as a combination of exhaustion and elation overcame him.