Jariko's Desires [Soldiers of Passion 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Page 4

  Alisha rolled her eyes in annoyance, stumbling from his lap. She stared at the two men holding hands lounged comfortable next to each other. What the hell was she doing in Kyle’s lap? Why hadn’t Jariko held her while she slept?

  “Supper should be ready,” Jariko drawled, kissing Kyle’s knuckles before releasing his hand and rising.

  Alisha backed away from him as he approached her, and the hurt in his eyes from her slight movement hurt her heart. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, cringing that she even apologised. God, she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to act around these two. Had it just been Jar it would be one thing. She was sure she would know how to act. Wait. Maybe not. Err. She clenched her fists in frustration. She didn’t know what the hell she was supposed to do!

  Jariko shook his head. There was no need for her to apologize to him. If anything he should apologise to her for putting her in this position in the first place. Fuck, he should apologize to Kyle for that matter as well. “Come on. Kyle prepared a stew,” he murmured, passing her and Kyle, leaving them alone.

  Alisha glanced at Kyle and then Jariko’s strong back as he headed into the house. This was the Jar she was used to, walking away from her, the strong, silent type that closed himself off. She furrowed her brow. She wanted the other one who had just held Kyle’s hand and kissed him softly and showed emotion.

  “It took him years to open up to me,” Kyle replied, standing and stretching. He grinned. “Mr. Strong silent type is hot…I would like to see him spank you, though,” he shared, laying a hand on the small of her back and leading her back into the house.

  Alisha took a seat and the two of them crowded her, one to each side. Her tummy growled at the aroma of the stew in front of her. She looked at the bread and wondered if Kyle baked it? It was thick and looked moist, like her homemade bread.

  “How did you two meet?” she asked as she smeared butter on her bread.

  Kyle grinned. “I tripped, fell into him at a bar and he tried to beat the crap out of me.”

  Alisha chuckled. “Sounds like, Jar,” she replied, taking a healthy bite of the bread. The stuff melted in her mouth, emitting a moan out of her.

  Both men stared in awe. The sounds that came from her had both hard and wanting. Jar’s gaze darted to Kyle’s at the same time his darted to Jar’s.

  “How’d that work out?” she asked.

  Kyle cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortable on his chair. “Told him to take me to the alley to do it…I couldn’t have my pretty face beat up in front of everyone else. Once in the alley, I fell to my knees and unzipped him and sucked him off.”

  Alisha coughed and choked on her bread. She reached for her glass of water, both men rubbing her back as she tried to swallow the lodged bread down her throat. “Fuck!” she mumbled, staring at him. “You’re kidding!” There was no way this man dared take a chance like that with Jariko! She’d seen men get on their knees and beg for their lives and try to struggle with the zipper of his pants, promising him something good if he would just spare them. He had pushed them away with a look of disgust and taken their lives with ease.

  Kyle chuckled, shaking his head. “He was hot, I wanted some of him. So I took,” he declared.

  Alisha’s head whipped around, and she looked at Jariko. “And you just let some strange man rip down your pants and suck you off?” she uttered.

  Jariko grinned. “It was a life-changing moment.” He nodded. “I kinda liked his approach. Didn’t bloody up my fists and got the best damn blow job I’ve ever had in my life. All in all I gotta say it ended well.”

  Alisha burst out in laughter. She had never seen this part of Jariko before. So lighthearted and open. “That is frickin’ awesome,” she declared when she calmed, picking up her spoon. The three fell silent for the rest of the meal, each reserving to their own thoughts. At the end of the meal, Jariko let Meeka in and the dog made a beeline for Alisha, her tail wagging and thumping into the furniture on her search.

  “I think Meeka’s adopted you, Alisha.” Kyle purred from behind her, Meeka settling in front of her, laying her big furry head against her bare legs.

  Alisha grinned, burying her hands in Meeka’s thick coat. “She’s so beautiful.” She snuggled Meeka close and the dog released a happy whine. “Yes, you are beautiful,” she whispered. “You shake?” she asked, holding her hand out to the dog. Joy bubbled in her as Meeka backed away and held out her front paw. “Awww, good girl,” she exclaimed, glancing at Kyle. “Treat?” she asked.

  Kyle shook his head. “We don’t give her treats for shaking. Now if she does a back flip I’ll give her a bag of treats for that one,” he offered, straightening out and retreating to the kitchen.

  Alisha looked back at Meeka. “Meanie isn’t he?” Alisha chuckled, swearing the dog nodded her head in agreement. She patted her lap. “Come, girl, I’ll rub you down as a treat, so polite shaking hands,” she murmured, rubbing her down.

  Jariko grinned at the soft words Alisha offered Meeka. Such a soft heart, he decided. He’d seen soft sides of Alisha around the children in the random villages they had passed through. How she would kneel down and listen to them chatter about nonsense and put on a beautiful smile for them. How she would ruffle their hair and move on to the next and listen to them if they had the time. Kind heart was what the one village child had called her.

  * * * *

  The night settled around the cabin, and a quiet that Alisha wasn’t accustomed to fell over the home. Kyle and Jariko looked rather relaxed. Kyle was draped across the overstuffed chair, one leg hanging over the arm, his broad back leaned up against the other and reading a book. Jariko sat at the opposite side of the couch that she sat on, his bare feet up on the coffee table. The TV was on but she wasn’t even sure what it was that was on. Some hunting show from the looks of the camo-clad men. Meeka had wondered to the door and been let out for the night, so here she was with two men and it weirded her out. What was she supposed to do?

  Kyle placed his bookmark in his book and set it aside. He looked Alisha straight on. “Tense woman, we’re not going to jump you,” he shared. Good God he could feel her tension from across the room.

  Alisha shook her head. “I’m out of my element here. I…” She frowned. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Shit, her hands were even trembling. What had Jariko brought her here for? Surely it was to fuck her, but how did this work now that Kyle was here? Wait, she was the third wheel here. Her cheeks flushed and she exhaled a heavy, nervous breath. Did she even want to be here? Of course she did!

  Kyle grinned, shaking his head at all the emotion crossing Alisha’s lovely face. “Easy, mosey on over to the other end of the couch and snuggle the man you’ve been eye-balling all evening,” he suggested. Alisha blushed, and her gaze darted to Jariko. He was looking right at her, watching her every reaction, and it unnerved her. She hated when men did that to her.

  Jariko chuckled. “He has a point,” he replied, patting the cushion next to him.

  Alisha bit the inside of her lip before scooting over. Her gaze darted to Kyle back to Jariko. Was she even doing this right? Fuck, why was she questioning herself so much? She was a woman! A woman who knew what she wanted.

  Jariko draped an arm over her shoulder, and the want to turn her over his lap and spank her hit him again. He cleared his throat and glanced at Kyle for help. Kyle grinned. “Well look at that. Never seen that look cross your eyes, friendo,” he drawled. Jariko grunted, his lip curling in a snarl. Swore if Kyle teased him about this new affliction of his he would smack his ass! “She just brings out the beast in you doesn’t she,” Kyle drawled, easing off the chair in a half roll, settling on the coffee table in front of them.

  Alisha looked up at Jariko. He had that look in his eyes. The same one he had this morning when he demanded she finish or he would. Her ass clenched. She wasn’t sure her ass could take another beating like it had this morning. Her nipples hardened at the thought and her pussy wept. Screw her ass, the feeling he ha
d induced on her had been overwhelming and welcome at any time. She did something she never thought she would ever have the balls to do before. She draped herself over his lap and waited. She knew he wanted to, knew that morally he was struggling with this fixation of his. Jariko was not a man who ever hit a woman. Everyone knew that. She wasn’t sure what his obsession with spanking her ass was about, but if it was something he wanted or needed she could provide that for him.

  Kyle groaned at the sight before him. Jariko’s shirt hiked up her lean legs, offering him the sexiest glimpse of her beautifully sculpted ass.

  Jariko tensed. His hands stilled inches above her. Was she serious? Was she actually going to feed this sick sadistic habit he had of her? His heart thumped wildly in his chest and his hand trembled at the thought of smacking her tender flesh.

  Alisha bit her lip and closed her eyes. Please don’t let him push me away! Please, please, don’t let him push me away. She wasn’t sure if she could handle that right now. Already her emotions felt raw from everything she had been through today with him. To have him push her away here in front of Kyle, she wasn’t sure if she could handle that.

  Jariko eased his hand up the back of her thigh and felt her shiver. He wanted to see under the shirt. Had she put her thong back on? Had she been naked this whole time while sleeping on Kyle’s lap, while they ate supper? He flipped up the shirt and licked his lips at the bare ass before him. His dick hardened and a growl escaped him.

  “Beautiful,” Kyle whispered from across him, his breath catching.

  Jariko met his gaze, and Kyle moved forward, taking Jariko’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Both moaned into each other’s mouths their tongues dancing smoothly against each other’s. Kyle’s hand sunk into Jariko’s hair, holding his head in place. His mouth taking over hungrily, taking his lover’s mouth in a ravenous kiss. Jariko’s hand grasped Alisha’s ass cheek. A small squeak from her brought them back to earth. They eased away from each other, their breath mingling as they stared deeply into another’s eyes. Love filling each’s gaze.

  Kyle looked at Alisha’s bruised ass. Jariko had definitely given it to her earlier. Ouch. Her ass must still hurt. He dipped and laid a kiss on one cheek than the other. “I’m thinking Jar owes you a rub, hon.” He hummed, his own hand molding to her ass cheek.

  Alisha moaned and lifted her ass for more. Oooh he, correction, they had warm hands. Big, strong, warm hands that made her feel delicate and turned her insides to mush. A whimper escaped her and she tilted her ass, further offering them to do as they pleased.

  Both Jariko and Kyle groaned at the offering before them.

  Chapter Six

  Alisha followed as they led her to the floor. A huge bear rug lay spread out in front of the fire. Its stiff fur abraded the soles of her feet and tickled the sides of her feet. “Kneel,” Jariko ordered, hands working the buttons of her shirt.

  Alisha shivered as he slid it over her shoulders and pulled it from her. Her gaze darted to Kyle, and the hunger in his eyes scared her. She’d not ever had two men want her at the same time. Shit, she’d not had one man want her! Not that she was aware of. Shit, just being naked in front of them was unnerving. She knew she had a hot body but, she bit her lower lip nervously. Would Kyle be grossed out by scars? Her tummy prickled with nervousness. She lifted her arms to cover herself then let them fall to her sides. She had nothing to hide. She was beautiful. She watched as Kyle removed his shirt. Her gaze wandered the planes of his muscled torso. She reached out to touch then held back, glancing at Jariko. He, too, removed his shirt and again she itched to touch. She whimpered, confused.

  Jariko knelt behind her his body flush to hers. He took hold of her hands and placed them on Kyle’s naked flesh. “He likes his nipples played with,” he whispered in her ear. Teasing her with a whispering kiss.

  She peeked at him, her hands rising. Kyle’s hard nipple seared her palms, tickling her. She shivered, leaning forward, her tongue circling the hard little nub.

  Kyle groaned, itching to bury his hands in Alisha’s thick, lustrous red hair. Her hands drifted over his sides and his cock ached. “Fuck,” he uttered breathlessly. She bit his nipple as Jariko bit the side of her neck.

  All three groaned in unison.

  Her hands had a mind of their own, feeling every dip, every hard muscled plane that was this man before her. She shivered as Jariko’s hands grasped her hips, pressing them firmly to Kyle’s front. His hard cock pressed to her belly and she itched to lower his pants and touch. She whined, struggling with the top button of his jeans. Embarrassment filled her at her virgin hands.

  Kyle moaned, taking hold of her hands. “Slow, Jariko,” he warned, steadying Alisha’s trembling hands.

  Alisha inhaled a shaky breath, looking down between them, her eyes widening. His dick was poking out the top of his pants and it was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. His bulbous tip glistened and she wanted to taste and see if it was really salty like everyone said. Would she like the taste of him, of Jariko? She bumped back against Jariko, trying to lower her hands, and grasped Kyle’s hips as her tongue licked over the tip that peeked out at her. She moaned as the saltiness exploded on her tongue. Her taste buds came to life, filling with the taste of him. A hunger she had never felt filled her. She wanted more. More of his taste, of his texture. She undid his pants, shoving them down, and took hold of his thick shaft, her mouth stretching over him.

  Kyle growled, his hand burying into her hair. His gaze met Jariko’s, and the lust that ebbed there in his lover’s eyes made him hotter. He guided Alisha’s head on his cock, with every stroke easing more of himself into the depths of her hot, wet mouth. When he hit the back of her mouth, she gagged and he eased off, keeping hold of her hair so she couldn’t completely move away from him.

  Jariko covered her hand with his and guided her. He gave a squeeze and it made her moan as her mouth filled with the taste of Kyle. “Suck, Alisha,” he whispered against her ear, taking her earlobe in his mouth.

  She moaned, sucking Kyle’s tip, her hand tightening on his shaft. Jariko pulled her back away from Kyle and she whined out looking at him with sad eyes. “Nooo,” she whined.

  Kyle hummed with appreciation, taking hold of her shoulders bringing her up. His lips whispered across hers. “Listen to Jariko…he’ll make it so much better,” he replied lightly, littering soft kisses over her face.

  Alisha shook her head. “No…I want to,” she cried, frustrated that Jariko had stopped her. She shivered as his big hands cupped her tits and gave a squeeze, his thumbs and fingers pinching her nipples. She shuddered at the crash of thick pleasure shooting straight through her.

  Kyle pulled her onto his lap, hugging her legs around him and pushing her back to rest against Jariko’s chest. “So fucking beautiful, Alisha.” He hummed, hands running the lean length of her body. He paused on every scar, offering a soft caress. Jariko had told him about these marks through the years. Had shared with him every wound they had all acquired in the line of duty. His hand drifted downward to her beautifully shaved pussy. He caressed the silky seam between thigh and pussy, causing her to shiver a smile appearing on her beautiful mouth.

  Alisha whimpered, her chest falling in quick breaths, her head dizzy from the feeling whirling through her, around her.

  Kyle dragged his fingers over the silk lips of her shaved pussy. “Look at that, Jar…pretty pink pearl poking out, begging to be sucked,” he uttered, inhaling a sharp breath. His gaze clashed with Jariko’s. Shit, it had been years since he’d wanted to eat out a woman, let alone make a buffet out of one.

  Jariko grinned, giving a nod. “She likes it,” he assured.

  Kyle hefted her up, bringing her legs to rest on his shoulders, and his mouth devoured her.

  Alisha screamed at the sudden attack on her sensitive pussy. Her legs tightened around Kyle and he sucked harder. His tongue jutted out. She bucked, reaching back and holding tightly to Jariko.

  “That’s it babe…let him.” His voice w
as a thick growl as her body shuddered and bowed at Kyle’s ministrations. The cry that ripped from her filled him with hunger. He needed her, wanted her now! He wanted to pound into her sweet, soft flesh and come shooting hot in her, claiming her. Make her his forever.

  Kyle could feel the need exude off Jariko. Feel his hunger to claim Alisha. He eased Alisha’s trembling legs from his shoulders and turned her, arranging her on Jariko.

  Alisha whimpered, letting them position her. Fright filled her. She should tell Jariko this was her first time. She cried out as his thumb swiped across her clit and she shuddered, making her temporarily forget her worries. She swayed her hips in motion to his stroke. The heat of his touch built, the want taking over making her a panting mess of a woman on his lap.

  She cringed at the feel of his thick head penetrating her entrance. Her gaze locked with his and she shoved herself down. Both froze as a strangled cry escaped her and he felt the barrier break deep in her.

  Her breath came in heavy pants. “Oww,” she whispered, hands shaking as they crept up to grasp his shoulders.

  “Alisha!” he uttered.

  Alisha froze at the stupid look on his face, a look that she had never seen on his handsome face. Guilt and fear filled her. Had she done wrong?

  Kyle’s eyes widened. A virgin! Oh fuck! Jariko had never taken one of those. Kyle crowded close, hugging his arms around Alisha’s middle. “Relax, hon…just take a few seconds to adjust.” He littered kisses along her jaw. “Should have told us, hon…”

  Alisha shook her head. “Scared,” she whispered. How stupid! She should never be afraid to tell Jariko anything! They worked together, she should trust him with anything.

  “Shh, never be scared of that hon…shit. Think you scared the fuck right out of Jar.”

  She dared look at Jar. He was still hard in her. Hard and it friggin’ hurt. She bit her lip, cringing. His nostrils flared and he looked really pissed off. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, gaze dropping.