Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  “Did you wear this for me?”

  She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sure did, Emmett.”

  “I knew it.”

  He tossed her bra across the room and caressed her breasts as if they were fine china and might break if he wasn’t careful. She watched his face, a mixture of awe and lust, as sweet desire rushed through her body. Her pussy was soaked, and her clit throbbed.

  When he finally fastened his mouth on one nipple, she rubbed against his erection, trying to bring on her orgasm. She’d had so many last night she didn’t think it was possible to have even one today, but she was already close.

  He nipped and sucked at her breasts while she rubbed, and when she came, she cried out. Before the contractions finished, Emmett slid down her jeans, taking her panties with them. He then removed her shoes and socks.

  Her breath came in short gasps as he gently spread her legs apart and dipped his head between them to lick her pussy in long, slow strokes. His tongue slid over her sensitive bud, prolonging the climax and sending her into a frenzy of need.

  Nonsense words mixed with her moans as he continued with the same unhurried restraint he’d shown while kissing her. She found it impossible to believe when another orgasm began to build. She tossed her head back and forth, screaming his name.

  But before she came again, he sat back on his heels and took off his shirt, exposing the most muscular chest and shoulders she’d ever seen. He was like one of those Greek god statues. His chest was dusted with fine dark hair, and the tattoo of the resort’s crest decorated his left upper arm, just like Zach’s.

  He stood to remove his jeans, and all she could do was watch as a thick red cock sprang forth, already slick with pre-cum. When he knelt between her legs again, she reached out and touched it, softly stroking from the tip to his balls and back again.

  “That feels wonderful, Abigail.”

  She wrapped both hands around him, tugging and pulling while he threw back his head and closed his eyes. The sense of power it gave her was more of an aphrodisiac than his mouth had been on her pussy. That she could give a man such pleasure brought tears to her eyes.

  When he opened his eyes again, he reached down to brush a tear from her cheek. “Don’t cry, Abigail,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

  “So are you.”

  “Don’t move.”

  He rose again, walked over to a tall stand in another corner, and returned with condoms and a small bottle. A fresh shiver of desire shot through Abigail’s body as he knelt and rolled on a condom.

  He covered her body with his and kissed her, roughly this time. She wrapped her legs around him as he slid inside. When she raised her hips, he shoved a pillow under her ass and sat back on his heels while he thrust, looking into her eyes and massaging her breasts. Abigail clung to his arms as he pumped inside her.

  The orgasm that had been building before washed over her, forcing screams from her throat as the contractions filled her entire body. Emmett continued his thrusting, his hands on her breasts. As another climax began to build, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, then slipped his cock inside her pussy again. Abigail ground her vulva into the cushion underneath while Emmett’s hands massaged her ass gently.

  “He spanked you hard. You’re starting to bruise.”

  “I’m all right.”

  He chuckled low in his throat as he continued to fuck her. She heard movement then felt a warm, wet finger slide along her ass crack.

  “If you don’t like this, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”

  Before she could ask what he meant, Emmett circled her anus with the lubed finger. She moaned and forced her body to relax, determined to at least let him put one finger in. She’d never had anal sex and was afraid of the very idea, but she trusted him.

  He took his time, inserting his finger so slowly she didn’t feel any pain, only a slight stinging sensation for a few seconds. Soon her ass was filled with the same delicious warmth as her pussy. He fucked it with one finger while thrusting inside her with his swollen shaft.

  Abigail screamed as her orgasm drew close. When Emmett slipped his other hand underneath her pussy and massaged her clit, she exploded in a dizzying array of fireworks and flashing lights. Her cries of pleasure echoed around the room as the contractions filled her entire being. She heard the sound of a condom being removed, then hot cum squirted on her ass crack as he grunted and moaned behind her.

  He rolled her to the side and pulled her into his arms, then stroked her hair and back while the sweat cooled on their bodies. His scent and the soothing music lulled her into a state of total relaxation.

  When Emmett stood and crossed the room, she was too tired to lift her head to see where he went. He returned and pulled her into his arms again, so she offered her mouth to his, letting his soft, sweet kisses overtake her senses as they had earlier. His cock was rock hard again, and when he gently pushed her head toward it, she eagerly took it into her mouth.

  “Oh, Abigail,” he gasped, “that’s incredible.”

  No one had ever told Abigail she gave good blow jobs. She usually gagged and couldn’t seem to figure out what to do. Again she was seized with a sense of power and control at being able to pleasure him in such a way. She relaxed her throat to take more of him inside, sliding her tongue along his quivering shaft as she sucked hard.

  He held on to the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. She knew he was close to coming and braced herself for it, but he pulled out and pulled her into his arms again instead. Lifting one of her legs, he plunged his cock into her pussy.

  She wrapped her leg around his waist and clung to his shoulders while he thrust inside her, impossibly fast. Each stroke massaged her clit, and she didn’t even have to try this time. The climax was blinding, overpowering, sending her into a frenzy of desire and need. She cried out his name as the waves tore through her like nothing she’d ever experienced before. When he came, she felt his orgasm with every fiber of her being. It went on forever, and he held her close, whispering her name.

  * * * *

  Emmett didn’t want to leave this room. He wanted to stay here with Abigail until it was time for her to go home. He was too big for most women to give him more than a cursory attempt at a blow job, but her mouth had felt like nothing he’d ever experienced.

  He hadn’t wanted to stop fucking her hot, wet pussy the second time for a damn piece of latex that he didn’t even need. It was only a pretense they had to keep up for appearances. He couldn’t get her pregnant, and he couldn’t contract any social diseases. What would she say if he told her he’d never even had a common cold?

  When she realized he hadn’t worn one the second time they made love, would she bring up the subject? He hoped not. He wasn’t ready to tell her what they were. That conversation usually came toward the end of the two weeks, if it came at all. Not all the women asked or even sensed that something was different about this place and the owners.

  But Abigail wasn’t stupid. Emmett suspected she already had a dozen questions about him and Zach. What would happen when she found out their secret? He didn’t want to see the fear or revulsion in her eyes he was so used to.

  “We’ve ruined these cushions,” she said.

  “We have more.”

  “Emmett, you’re an amazing lover.”

  Had she said the same thing to Zach? He shook away the thought. This wasn’t the time to play jealous boyfriend. He’d deal with Zach later.

  “And you, Abigail Emily, are the sweetest girl I’ve met in a long, long time.” He cradled her face and met her gaze, hoping she could hear the truth in his voice.

  Her response was to smile and bury her head against his chest. She didn’t know how to take compliments. She had probably not received many from her rat bastard of an ex-husband. Emmett resolved to give her as many as possible during her two-week stay here. He’d make her believe in her own strength by the time she went back home.

  She sighed against his skin, alm
ost as if she’d heard his thoughts. “I wish we could stay in this room all day.”

  “We can.”

  She smiled into his face, and his heart skipped a beat. Did she have any idea how adorable she looked when she smiled?

  “Won’t you be missed?”

  “If they really need to find me, they will.”

  “What should we do now? As much as I enjoyed that, I’m a bit sore.”

  He chuckled. “I’m sure you’re more than a bit sore. Zach can go all night, just like me.”

  She blushed and averted her gaze. “Emmett, this is weird. I’ve never…I’m not in the habit of sleeping with two guys at once, or talking about one with another.”

  “No surprise there, but you have nothing to be embarrassed about, Abigail. It’s not as if we haven’t done this before.”

  He felt her body stiffen and wished he’d kept his big mouth shut. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like that. I’m sorry.”

  She rolled over and sat up, reaching for her clothes. “No, it’s all right. I know what you mean. No big deal.”

  Before he could get to his feet, she’d gathered up her clothes and headed for the bathrooms. He let her go, pulling on his jeans and sweater. Most of the women who came here knew exactly what to expect and welcomed it. There had been a few over the years who wanted things to turn into a more permanent relationship, but he and the others were careful to make sure they knew up front that wasn’t going to happen.

  The six who’d chosen to fall in love and live a mortal existence had done so because the women were special. Very special. Emmett had lived on Earth long enough to know special women weren’t a dime a dozen.

  Abigail would be a challenge. They probably should have refused her application once they realized her divorce was so fresh. That had been one red flag. Her father’s position in the community was another. But one look at her photo, and both he and Zach had agreed they wanted to meet her, a decision Emmett now found difficult to regret. No matter what happened during these next two weeks, he’d be glad he had the chance to meet Abigail.

  But she wasn’t here for two weeks of living out her fantasies and uninhibited sex. She had no fucking clue why she was here, and that spelled trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, but he also didn’t want to lead her on.

  He’d have to tell her the truth. Once she heard it, she’d realize she had only two choices: relax and give in to the fantasies he knew were lurking just under the surface, begging to be unleashed, or go home. Obviously she’d let Zach spank her, and quite a bit, judging by the bruising. And he’d be willing to bet that had been her first time.

  She’d let him put a finger inside her ass, and he suspected that had been a first as well, but she’d also enjoyed it. There was far more to Abigail than a rich bitch, and she most definitely wasn’t an ice queen. She deserved to hear the truth. She’d been lied to enough already by people she’d trusted.

  Chapter Nine

  Abigail dried her eyes, but there was no way to hide the puffiness. One look and Emmett would know she’d been crying. She couldn’t even figure out what had set her off. He would probably assume it had been his offhand comment about how he and Zach had done this before, but that wasn’t it. At least, she didn’t think it was.

  The past twenty-four hours had been simply overwhelming. She didn’t know how to handle it. Two gorgeous, sexy men had made love to her, shattering inhibitions she didn’t know she had. She’d bared her soul to one, and the other had tried to do the same with her, but she’d called him a liar.

  One thing was certain. She needed to find Zach and apologize.

  Emmett was dressed, waiting for her, when she emerged from the bathroom. “What would you like to do now?” he asked, a carefree grin on his face.

  Abigail took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. “Emmett, I still feel terrible for what I said to Zach this morning. I’d like to apologize to him.”

  Emmett blinked a few times as if he wasn’t sure what she’d just said. “You mean now?”

  She nodded. “I won’t feel right about this until I do. But can we have dinner together?”

  His grin now seemed forced. “Of course. I want you happy, Abigail. Let’s go find Zach, and I’ll catch up with you at dinner.” He pulled her into his arms. “But don’t make me go looking for you, okay?”

  His voice was so tender she almost changed her mind. Before she had time to think too long on her decision, he led her back into the hallway. This time the hot tub room was empty, and when they entered the lobby, she met Zach’s pewter eyes.

  He leaned against the front desk, where Tiffany was pointing to a sheet of paper on the counter. As he watched Abigail and Emmett stroll toward him, his gaze drifted down to their clasped hands, and a frown creased his brow. The expression on his face was neutral as he fastened his attention on her eyes again.

  “Taking a tour?”

  “Abigail wanted to see the spa facilities. But I’m glad you’re here because she asked to find you. Seems she feels she owes you an apology.”

  Zach’s gaze roamed over her face, surprise filling his eyes. He picked up the sheet and pushed away from the counter. “Thanks, Tiff. I think I know what to do with this now.” He held out his arm. “We can talk in my office, Abigail.”

  She turned once to find Emmett watching them, a look of confusion on his face. When Zach opened the door to his office and ushered her inside, she gasped at the view from his window.

  “How do you get any work done?” She stared at the frozen lake, ringed by pines. “How many are there on the property? Lakes, I mean.”

  “Three. This is the largest, and in the summer, it’s dotted with boats for fishing. We don’t allow speedboats on it. Scares the wildlife.”

  “It’s a breathtaking view.”

  “That’s why my chair is turned away from it.”

  She turned at the laughter in his voice to find him smiling, something she hadn’t expected. He pulled over another chair and waved a hand toward it. “Have a seat. And excuse the mess. I’m always buried in paperwork.”

  “Do you do all this alone?”

  He nodded, his gaze expectant. It was now or never.

  “Zach, I feel terrible for calling you a liar this morning. Emmett told me you do play the cello, and I have to assume the other things you said to me are true as well. I’m so sorry.”

  Zach shook his head before she’d finished her sentence. “I know you didn’t mean it the way I initially took it, and I’m sorry it’s been on your mind.”

  She didn’t know what to say. She’d expected him to be angry, and he wasn’t. Whenever she’d done one of a million things to upset Malcolm, he held it over her head for weeks, bringing up her past mistakes every time they argued.

  “I hope you’ve been enjoying your day so far, and that you take advantage of the spa facilities while you’re with us.”

  She had to avert her gaze before she spilled her guts and told him she had already taken advantage of them. “Emmett said there’s an eighties party tomorrow night.”

  “Yeah, but don’t expect me to show up sporting a mullet.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Your hair is long enough to pull it off, and I think the look would suit you.”

  “Only if you show up with big hair and wearing a jumpsuit.”

  She laughed to cover up the sudden flush of heat his grin sent through her body. It was almost unbelievable. She was as hot as a horny teen for two men. Something odd was definitely going on here.

  “What a shame I didn’t pack my eighties clothes. And I’m fresh out of hair spray and mousse.”

  “The hair products we have, and Tiffany will be happy to show you a fairly extensive collection of clothing dating back to the twenties. Guests leave behind things all the time. We have them dry-cleaned and save them. Never know when someone will have need of an outfit from the forties, or bell-bottoms.”

  “You’re serious?”

  He nodded. “Very.”r />
  “Well, I should go find Tiffany then.”

  His grin widened, and his eyes danced with a light she’d never noticed before. “Does that mean you’re going to the party?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it.”

  He didn’t offer anything further, and when his eyes kept darting to the mountain of paper on his desk, Abigail excused herself. Tiffany was busy checking in three loud women, so Abigail went up to her room. She’d ask later about outfits for the party. Whether or not she attended would depend on how dinner went tonight.

  Once in her room, she kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed, trying to make sense of the past twenty-four hours. To say it had been the wildest and most erotic of her life was an understatement. Her arms and legs ached from holding on to both men while they pounded into her. Her pussy was sore, her ass felt tender with every step she took, and each time an image of fucking one of them rose in her mind, her nipples started to tingle again.

  Only the nagging reminder Emmett hadn’t used a condom the second time ruined her musings, but at least she was on the Pill. Of course, that didn’t mean much considering how many women he’d probably had sex with. But wouldn’t he be careful and get tested regularly for STDs? Surely he and the others were cautious. She’d been so caught up in the moment she hadn’t wanted to stop him, but that was no excuse for her to act foolishly or take chances with her health.

  She fell asleep daydreaming about all the delicious things Zach and Emmett had done to her.

  * * * *

  Zach had finally been able to concentrate on work again when Emmett strolled in, his eyebrows raised. “I thought I’d find Abigail still here.”

  “You were wrong.” Zach didn’t meet his gaze, hoping if he looked busy, Emmett would leave. He was in no mood for Emmett’s pseudo-psychoanalysis.

  “You had sex with her last night.”

  “So?”