Summary: After Eros puts not!Isra on daytime tv, both Hayden and Damien offer to provide the real her with a distraction. (I haven’t written anything in about a year and somehow the first thing I write is definitely NSFW. This was written before Book 2, Chapter 12)
The silence was unnaturally comforting as Isra sat alone in Nadia’s guest room, reliving everything that happened with Harley and Emmett in the trailer. It was rare for her to avoid seeking comfort from others, but the group had been almost overbearing with their concern when they drove her back from the hospital – she was fine, no concussion, but they’d all wanted to make sure – so she’d snuck away from the group during the performance that was Steve making ‘feel better soon’ cookies with Nadia’s attempts to help.
They were all idiots. It didn’t matter that Damien was a PI, or that Sloane was so highly qualified she could work at Nasa, or that Hayden was an android. None of them had even considered coming up with some sort of code word to make sure they knew who they were talking to, even after meeting Dames and Harley.
She had no idea what to do next.
At first, being on the run had been fun. Glamourous. She’d always wanted to travel and see the world, and she’d been doing that. She just hadn’t let herself accept just how dangerous a situation they were all in until it was inescapable.
Now, all she wanted was to somehow forget the mess they were in and finally get some sleep.
There was a knock on the door and then Hayden stepped inside. “Are you okay? It’s not like you to hide away from everyone.”
“I’m as okay as can be expected,” she admitted with a sigh, managing a smile when Hayden perched on the bed beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “How about you? It can’t have been easy sitting through that show while fake me spewed Eros propaganda on live tv.”
Hayden pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “The hardest thing was wondering what had happened to you. Yeah, it’s a bit of a setback but at least we’re all okay and we’re all together.”
The door opened again and Damien peered around the edge, a soft smile on his lips when he saw the two women cuddled together. “If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, you should know Nadia just put a blanket ban on negativity.”
“And whose fault was that?” Isra asked.
“I’m not going to name names,” he said, crossing the room to join them. “But the culprit may be in the room with us right now.”
It was enough to make her crack a smile, and when Hayden followed Damien’s comment up with a wry “Thanks for blowing my cover”, it grew into a grin.
Damien chuckled, reaching out to take Isra’s hand in his and brushing a kiss to the back of it. “I know I’m not Mr Positivity but, as the icing on Steve’s cookies now says, everything’s going to be okay. There’s a sun on the cookies as well, but I didn’t know how to translate that into words.”
“I didn’t think I could stop thinking about how stupid we were to think Eros didn’t have something more up their evil sleeves but this,” she nudged Hayden with her shoulder, squeezed Damien’s hand. “This is doing a pretty good job of distracting me.”
There was a moment of comfortable silence, and then Hayden spoke again, her voice low. “If you want, I’m sure I can think of something we can do to distract you even more.”
“Oh god,” Isra murmured as Hayden’s lips closed around her earlobe. “How can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”
“It’s one of my many skills.”
Isra’s laugh caught in her throat when she felt Damien press closer at her other side and brush a hesitant kiss to her shoulder. “I’m more than happy to help with the distraction if you want me to?”
The question took her by surprise, and she drew back from both of them to look from one to the other in disbelief. “You mean what I think you mean, right?” she asked. “Because if you do, shouldn’t you be checking with Hayden? You two aren’t really-”
Hayden interrupted her with a kiss, her hand gently cupping Isra’s face. “We’re both here for you,” she told her, catching Isra’s lips with every word. “And we’re both happy to do this with you, if you want to do this with us..”
As if to confirm Hayden’s words, Damien brushed Isra’s hair aside and pressed a kiss to her neck. Isra whimpered, reaching out to take their hands in hers as they both bathed her with affection. She turned away from Hayden to give Damien his turn to kiss her, his mouth rough and possessive over hers.
Not that the attention from Hayden stopped. Hayden draped her shoulders with kisses, and Isra shuddered when Hayden’s hands slipped under her dress and began to inch it up. Damien’s kiss paused for only a moment so Hayden could remove Isra’s dress and then he descended, open-mouthed kisses tracing Isra’s jaw, her collarbone, while one of Hayden’s hands’ cupped Isra’s breast over her bra.
“Oh god,” she breathed, not sure who to turn to first. “I need-” She didn’t finish her sentence, just tugged at Damien’s shirt. They parted for a moment so Damien and Hayden could undress and then they were back at her side, Damien sucking at her collarbone and Hayden tonguing the curve of her ear. She enjoyed them for a minute, each hand holding one of theirs, and then admitted, voice strangled, “I’m… not really sure where to start.”
“C’mere, let’s try something,” Damien said, sitting on the bed with his legs spread wide enough for her to sit between them. When she did, he started to press more hot kisses to her neck. Hayden stood before them, between Isra’s legs, and bent to kiss her, their tongues meeting, stroking, while Damien sucked on the nape of her neck.
Hayden moved, her kisses travelling lower. She paused to suck at Isra’s collarbone before nosing at the swell of her breasts, along the top of her bra, and then she sunk to her knees, her hands on Isra’s knees before gliding up, tickling the sensitive skin of Isra’s inner thighs Her thumb grazed the gusset of Isra’s knickers, making her jump, and Isra could feel Damien chuckling into her skin.
There was a moment of anticipation and then Hayden curled her fingers over the waistband of Isra’s underwear and slid them off. Damien held her steady as she raised her hips to help Hayden, and then Hayden’s head was between her legs, her lips on her, tongue swirling in a way that made Isra unable to do anything but moan an attempt at her name.
It was overwhelming even before she felt Damien tug her bra strap down with his teeth, his hands quickly leaving her to undo the clasp, and then he was throwing her bra somewhere and cupping her breasts in his large hands, thumbs toying with her nipples as he kissed along her shoulders and called her beautiful.
One of Isra’s hands grasped at Hayden’s long hair, holding her in place as she licked into her. Her climax was sudden, and she shuddered under the ministrations of the two she loved, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Damien murmured “I’ve got you” in her ear, one of his hands resting over her frantically beating heart.
She was still catching her breath when Damien cradled her jaw and turned her face to his, lips rough against hers, and his cock hard against her back, and then he was adjusting the two of them, lifting her hips and tilting her forward so he could ease into her. His hands were firm on her hips as he began to move, rocking up into her.
Isra gasped his name at the feel of him filling her, reached out almost blindly to try and steady herself by grabbing Hayden’s shoulders. Secure now, she raised herself up and down, meeting Damien thrust for thrust. One of his hands left her hips and seized her hair, tugging her head back so he could reach her ear, his teeth tugging at her earlobe, biting bruising kisses of almost-pain down her neck.
Hayden watched them for a moment, still kneeling between Isra’s legs, and then, after one last kiss to Isra’s inner thigh, she slowly stood up. She kissed Isra, the taste of her on her lips, and her hands gentle on her cheeks.
“Hayden,” Isra whispered, voice shaking when Damien used one hand to open her legs even wider and angle himself perfectly as he rutted into her. “Let me take care of you.” Isra slipped one finger between Hayden’s lips, her tongue swirling around it, wetting it, before Isra snaked her hand between their bodies, using her dampened finger to stroke between Hayden’s legs. Hayden shivered and kissed her, biting down on her lip as Isra teased that finger into her.
Damien’s pace quickened, hips snapping up into hers, and Isra only maintained her balance because Hayden was still supporting her. Isra muffled her needy whine by taking Hayden’s breast in her mouth, drawing patterns on her skin with her tongue. Her name on Hayden’s lips sounded like a melody, the key changing when Isra eased another finger, and then one more, inside her.
One last thrust and then she felt Damien relax behind her, his hold on her hips loosening as he came. He rested his forehead between her shoulder blades, sighing her name into her sweat-damp skin, his arms embracing her. Hayden reached between Isra’s legs to give her the last few soft strokes she needs to fall again, her orgasm swelling through her. A few more clumsy circles of her own thumb and Hayden was there too, leaning against Isra and Damien as her legs shook and her body sang.
After Damien lifted her off him, Isra turned to share a lazy kiss with him. She hadn’t kissed him enough, hadn’t been facing him, and the two of them exchanged a few slow, sleepy kisses before parting. The three of them fell into bed after a quick clean up, curling up together. Damien at her back, Hayden at her front, her head tucked under Isra’s chin, and Isra couldn’t stop the happy laugh that fell from her lips.
“You’re both wonderful,” she breathed, kissing them both lightly. “Ten out of ten. Both of you.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” Damien replied, his voice muffled by her hair. “You’re a lucky woman, you know?”
“A loved woman,” Hayden corrected, her voice sleepy. “A very loved woman. And whatever happens, Eros can’t change that.”