Chapter 30

30

Maddie

I 'm floating in a puddle of ecstasy when I hear Eli say, "How the hell did you get up here?"

"Wouldn't you love to know?" a familiar voice responds.

I pop up, thinking I must have imagined him. But standing at the closed door in the darkness is the tall, lean frame I would recognize anywhere.

"Jordan?"

"Hi, Maddie. Having fun without me?"

I bat Eli away to stumble out of the tangled covers on shaking legs, making my way over to the shadow, hoping he's real, that he's really here and I'm not dreaming. When my palms cup the sides of his weeks' worth of scruff on his handsome face, I sob. "You're here? It's you?"

"It's me," he says. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. So much."

"Didn't look like it just now."

"That's...it's just sex. I was thinking about you."

Chuckling against my lips, teasing me with a kiss, he says, "I bet Eli loved that."

"He was thinking about you too," I say when I press my lips over his.

"Now, that I can believe," Jordan replies. "Especially after he popped my cherry earlier today."

Before I can absorb that information his mouth slams against mine. He spins me around, pushing my back against the wall as he kisses me. I slide my hands down to his neck and shoulders, over his leather cut.

Down, down, down my hand goes, to his unfastened pants, making it easy for my fingers to reach inside to wrap around his long, hard inches. "In a hurry?" I ask in surprise. Was he here long enough to start undressing while I was flooded with orgasms?

"In a hurry to see you, yes."

"You…you were just walking around my father's house, his casino, with your pants undone?"

"I got dressed as fast as I could because I've been so close but too far away from you for days," he says as if that makes perfect sense. "I'm sorry about the things I said, how I acted before you left. I was an asshole because I was angry at myself, not you. Not really. I love you. Always. For better or for worse, right?"

"For better or for worse," I agree. I don't question him further, too eager to have him inside of me. Jordan must feel the same because he lifts my tee over my head to get me completely naked, then hefts me up off my feet so my legs can wind around his waist. Lining himself up doesn't take more than a second and then he's plunging inside of my wet heat.

"Yes!" I cry out in pleasure and relief. He's here. He's really here.

"Keep her quiet," Eli whispers from behind Jordan, so close he must be standing right behind him. Jordan's mouth covers mine, doing as he's told. Then we're swallowing each other's groans, and I don't know if Jordan is making those sounds for me or for Eli.

And I don't even care.

I just don't want him to stop touching me. His hands are everywhere, in my hair, on my breasts, on my neck.

"Since your ass is probably still sore, turn around so I can get inside of her too," Eli tells Jordan who follows the order, putting his backside to the door and allowing Eli to have access to mine. His fingers slip between my ass cheeks, finishing the job he had started earlier of stretching me to take him. To take them both at the same time.

As soon as Eli lines himself up and slowly plunges into me, I'm so full and it feels so good that I shatter apart. Jordan swallows my cries as he pulses inside of me with his release.

When I come to again, I'm stretched out on the bed between two completely naked men, lots of hands touching me. I instantly know which hands belong to which man. One of Eli's arms is under me, the other around me, each cupping a breast from behind me. And Jordan is in front of me, his fingers stroking the side of my face.

"How are you...what are you doing here?" I ask him. "It's not safe."

Chuckling, the reminder of the sound I've missed, Jordan says, "And here I was thinking you were happy to see me, you know based on the fact that you literally jumped me when I walked into your room."

"Of course I'm happy to see you." I reach for his face, shove my fingers through his hair. "I'm so glad you came. It's just, if my dad finds you here in my room, I don't know what he'll do. He has a temper. He could overreact before I can tell him that I care about you."

"I'll take my chances. Unless we should go wake him up so I can introduce myself now?"

"God, no," I reply. "How did you even get up here without the guards telling him?"

"Ask Eli."

"Eli?" When the other man doesn't respond, I ask over my shoulder, "Did you know that Jordan was coming?"

"He's known I was coming for days now," Jordan informs me. "I've been in Vegas a while…"

"What?"

"I was testing him, making sure he deserved you," Eli explains.

"That's ridiculous! He's been here for days, and you didn't tell me, but you've been hanging out with him?"

"Literally," Jordan says with a grin. "He had me strung up in the basement."

Holy shit. He's been here, under the same roof and I had no idea because Eli kept it from me.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't all bad, was it, Eli?" Jordan responds.

"Does he have any physical injuries other than cuff marks on his wrists? No. See? He's fine," Eli mutters as I take Jordan's hand and examine the angry red indentions on his skin where metal cuffs must have been. "We just fooled around, finally fucked."

"You fooled around for days and didn't tell me he was literally hanging out in the casino's basement?"

"Fine," Eli huffs, his breath blowing against the back of my head. "I didn't want you to throw me out of your bed for Jordan, even if all we did was cuddle."

"Looked like more than cuddling when I came in," Jordan remarks.

"How the fuck did you even get free and up here? It's impossible," Eli says.

"Oh, I just happened to meet Maddie's sister and stepbrother."

"You met Cass and Cole?" I ask.

Tracing my lips with his finger, Jordan tells me, "They came down to the basement for some privacy. It took me a while to convince them of who I was and that I wasn't a threat to your father or being tortured on his orders since I was half-naked. Finally, they let me down."

"They saw you half-naked?" I question him.

"Yes. And the funny thing is, they weren't even shocked." Gently bopping my nose with his fingertip, he says, "Your family is crazy, baby."

"No kidding. And really, you should sneak out before one of the guards tells Daddy you're here and then he catches you and Eli in my room."

I try to sit up, but Eli pulls me back down to the mattress.

"Your sister told the guards that I was her and Cole's guest and they bought it, so I think we're safe for a little while."

"You don't know anything about my sister or the guards if you think you can trust them not to run their mouth."

"Your sister seemed nice," Jordan remarks, making me scoff.

"Oh my god." Twisting around to see Eli's face, I ask, "Did you drug him?"

"What? No. I did make sure to feed and water him again."

"You talk about feeding and watering him like he was your pet?"

"That's what he is, my pet. I bathed him too."

"You bathed him?"

"Sponge bath," Jordan explains as if it's no big deal. "Trust me, I was just happy to wash the smell away. He even put some deodorant on me."

"How kind of him," I mutter sarcastically.

"Right? I thought so too," Jordan says sounding like he's being sincere. "He also brought me someone to talk to."

"Who? Who did he bring for you to talk to?" I ask but don't get an answer. "Eli?"

"Ask Jordan."

"Someone tell me!"

Jordan clears his throat and eases away from me, rolling to his back with his arm thrown over his head before he finally begins talking. "So, here's the thing. Eli wasn't the first man I fooled around with. There was one other, and it was fucked up because I wasn't into him, and he was married to my mother."

"He blackmailed Jordan into screwing around with him," Eli supplies.

Resting my chin on his bicep, I tell him, "I'm sorry. You mom mentioned that something like that happened. When did that happen to you?" I ask him softly.

"My senior year of high school. I was legally an adult, so technically it wasn't a crime…"

"Jordan, it was wrong. If you didn't want him to touch you..."

"I didn't want to do some things, true. But it wasn't like I can blame him for being into men. Somehow, he knew I was bi-curious. He took advantage of that information, the thoughts I was still trying to wrap my head around. Mostly, I was in denial because my father is a huge homophobe. So anyway, I've been insisting that I'm straight for the past few years, when actually I'm attracted to men. Have been for a while. Eli figured it out too."

"You manipulated him," I say without looking over my shoulder at Eli. "You took advantage of him just like his stepfather did!"

"It wasn't the same, Maddie. I swear," Jordan says, finally looking me in the eye again. "I wanted Eli. I never tried to stop him. Everything we did together I liked and wanted to do it again."

"Really?"

"Yes. Even the restraints and promised demise. Thanks to Eli, I finally felt free enough to be myself, oddly enough."

Biting my bottom lip, I ask the question I'm not sure I want to know the answer to. "So, do you prefer men?"

"Did it feel like I prefer men when I was fucking you against the door?"

"No, but...I'm just confused."

Jordan rolls to his side, propping his head up on his elbow. "You like being with me and Eli, right? It's okay to admit it."

"Okay, then, yes, I do."

"Great. Because I like being with you and Eli too. And I knew the only thing that would make it better, was being with you both at the same time. It was better than I ever imagined."

"Oh," I whisper in understanding.

"We don't have to do it again, Maddie."

"Oh, she definitely wants to watch us together, even if she doesn't participate," Eli informs Jordan.

"You do?" Jordan asks, sounding surprised.

"Yes. If that's alright with you? Watching you two back in Rockland when he went down on you was so hot."

"Told you," Eli says as he leans over my shoulder to kiss Jordan right in front of my face.

And I'm not even the least bit jealous. I want to see these two beautiful men rolling around in my bed together, close enough for me to touch. Reaching behind me, I find Eli's long, hard inches and begin to stroke him in my hand.

He groans and then rolls me to my back to climb on top of me without breaking his kiss with Jordan. Guiding himself to my entrance, he easily slides all the way inside of me, making me cry out.

While my eyes are closed, a mouth covers mine to keep me quiet. I don't know if it's Eli's or Jordan's at first. Not until Eli pounds into me hard and fast and I moan in pleasure. Jordan chuckles against my lips and says, "He fucks like a god, doesn't he?"

"Yes," I whisper, biting my lip as my back arches. Jordan's mouth lowers to my breasts, his lips latching onto my nipple and sucking while Eli's fingers wrap around my neck.

"Watch how limp her sexy body gets when I choke her," Eli tells Jordan.

My orgasm slams into me so hard it almost hurts. Jordan's mouth returns to mine to keep me quiet, stealing what little breath I have until I plunge into the darkness.

When I blink my eyes open again, Eli is still above me, inside of me, his eyes closed, and lips parted in bliss with Jordan's hand clutching his shoulder. It doesn't take long to realize his blissful face is caused by Jordan thrusting into him from behind, driving him in and out of me. Their combined weight pressing down on me is divine.

And when Eli growls through his release, I feel every jerk of his thick cock, his hot cum soaking my walls, getting me off again.

I open my eyes just in time to see Jordan staring down at me with love and gratitude filling his eyes, rather than jealousy. He looks happier than I've ever seen him. It's like all of our lies have been washed away, and we can both finally see what was missing in our relationship all this time.

"Eli," we both say at the same time, making the man between us shiver in pleasure.

"Can we at least all three sleep in here tonight?" Eli asks me a few minutes later when we're all still lying in a pile recovering. "I don't want to go back to my room and sleep alone. And I doubt Jordan will leave you since he just got to see you for the first time since getting to town."

"I'm staying," Jordan replies from behind him, fisting Eli's hair to lick a line over his neck.

"You can both stay," I agree. "As long as we try to get some sleep. I'm exhausted"

"Sure, baby." Jordan flops down onto the mattress next to me. "I'm looking forward to sleeping in a bed with pillows and blankets. My arms, neck, and back need to recover."

"Eli kept you half-naked and hanging the whole time?" I ask him.

"Yes. But it wasn't that bad. I'm just a whiny pussy who would've liked a timeout."

"I don't do timeouts," Eli remarks just as he finally pulls out of me to collapse between me and Jordan.

"I'll go clean up…when I can feel my legs," Jordan tells us, just as someone knocks softly on my bedroom door.

All three of us freeze.

Since my father would've busted the door down by now if he knew I had two men in here with me, I assume it's not him. Another knock has me slipping out of bed to answer it since I'm the closest. Jordan though is right behind me, his arm around my waist as if afraid I'll be snatched away.

"Who is it?" I ask softly when I'm right up against the door.

"Me and Cole," my sister replies. "Did your friend find his way to your room?"

I unlock and open my door an inch to peek out at them. "Yes, he did."

"Hi, again," Jordan says over my head.

"Thank you for freeing him."

"No problem," Cass replies with a grin.

"Are you going to tell Daddy?" I ask.

"Nah, I'll let you break the news to him that you're screwing his torturer and some hottie from Rockland."

"I think the first part of that sentence might cause the most headaches for you," Cole chimes in.

"Daddy is going to be furious with Eli," Cass agrees.

"I know."

"Does he like torture you during sex?" she asks.

"What? No."

"Really? It seemed like he got pretty kinky with the hottie. Jordan, right?"

"Yes, his name is Jordan."

"And I thought I was the family whore for fucking two men at the same time," Cass remarks.

"You...you did too?"

"Yes."

"We're not going to talk about that, though," Cole grumbles. "Those two men are dead now, buried in the ground where they belong."

"Wow."

"He's so jealous, it's ridiculous," Cass says with a roll of her eyes and a grin as if she thinks her husband talking about killing her former lovers is cute. "Well, we'll leave you to your men, since I know Eli is in there too. But you better come up with some sort of plan to tell Daddy soon before he finds out from one of the guards."

"If I were you, Eli, I would run," Cass says even though she can't see him still lounging naked in my bed.

"I'm not running," Eli tells her. "Not again. We'll have to work something out with Dante."

"If you say so," Cass mutters, not sounding convinced that it'll be that easy.

I know it won't be easy, but there has to be some way to convince my father not to kill the two men I'm in love with.

I'm too tired to figure out how to do it right now, so I'll have to come up with an idea tomorrow.

Sleeping between two big, naked men, is a hot, sweaty business.

And I don't just mean that in the sexy way, even if that's true too. After Eli went down on me, he made me ride Jordan, then ride him. After that, they both had me at the same time again, slowly and leisurely with me sandwiched between them on my side, which is how we all fell asleep, and how I wake up, still tangled and connected.

It's like being stuck between two furnaces, making me overheat as they have some sort of silent competition to try and get closer than the other to me all night long.

Finally, I give up on sleep, slip off the foot of the bed, and go take a cold shower.

The whole time I'm trying to figure out how to explain this all to my strict, overly protective father.

And I have no idea how to even begin.

"Hey, Daddy. So, Eli was lying when he told you I was in love with a private investigator he killed. I actually spent a year living with a man who thought we were married. Oh, and he's also into guys, which is great since we're both screwing your torture servant man ."

Yeah, there has to be a better way to handle this.