Page 47 of Triple Protection
"I'm about to show you how hard it is." I growl in her ear, digging my granite erection into her thigh. She grins at me like the cat that ate the canary.
"Okay!" Camille interrupts, clapping her hands to gain our attention. I step back off of Angela and offer her a hand to help her up. I scowl at her, at Camille, and Liam and Brick, who are enjoying my misery a little too much.
"Next is white!" Camille shouts before ushering Princess back to her changing room.
"Fuck, man," I grumble as I tug my pants up and tuck my cock back in. I run my hand down my face to try to compose myself.
Liam titters and I punch him in the shoulder. He punches me back, which leads me to wrapping him in a headlock and wrestling him to the ground. We wrestle for a few minutes, Liam laughing. He's smaller than me but rivals me in strength, so it's a good outlet for my amped up energy.
"Now now, boys," Princess's voice coos. Liam and I both freeze. He's on top of me, so I have to twist my neck to see an upside-down version of Angela, but holy fuck. Liam scrambles off of me and lets me clamber to my knees. Angela walks towards us, barefoot, in a lace and silk nighty with see-through demi bra cups. It's something a bride would wear under a wedding gown, and that significance isn't lost on me. This is Brick's dream girl,and I hope one day he'll get to see her in that set, after the ceremony and after we strip her of her wedding gown. Shit. Is that where we were at? Thinking about marriage? How would that work, legally? Or logistically? Would we take turns who got to see her on each day, like shared custody of a dog? Or maybe Liam and I would duck out and let Brick have his girl. Would Liam do that, though?
The room holds their collective breath as she walks up to Brick and reaches out her hand for him. Smiling, he takes it, and wraps a big, meaty hand around her cheek.
"You look beautiful," he whispers to her as he lets her drag him to the middle of the shoot. He's a puppy who would follow her anywhere.
I look at Liam. Fuck. He's just as smitten with her as Brick. There's no way he'd let her go. But me? Am I smitten? Would I bow out? Would they stay with her and I'd...do what? Get another job solo? An uneasiness settles over me, but I ignore it and watch Angela work her magic on Brick.
She helps him take his shirt and pants off, revealing his prosthetic. He's wearing his steel running blade today. I knew he'd been insecure about it for years, but somehow, in the few months we've been with her, Angela has pushed all that away. The crew can't help but stare at it. I'm sure it's unexpected. A wave of protectiveness washes over me as I watch them stare, but when I look at Brick, afraid all of Angela's work at helping him overcome it would crash and burn. He only has eyes for her.
She steps back and gives a small spin, letting the loose fabric around her waist billow out. "Do you like it?" She asks him sweetly. Where the fuck is the dominatrix who played footsie with my cock in front of an audience? No wonder Camille and Sarah agreed to use us. Camille is absolutely right. We each bring out a different side of Angela. And all three sides are intoxicating.
"I love it."
They share a sweet, intimate look before Angela snaps back to business. "You move me where you want me, okay?" She whispers to him, holding her hands up. He grasps each of her hands in his, enveloping her tiny, delicate fingers.
Under Camille's expert direction, Brick follows her instructions, moving Angela where she wants her. Angela's soft, perfect skin against Brick's muscle, hair and scars is a work of art. She is innocence, perfection, beauty. He is muscle, meat and damage.
Thinking about their differences, though, makes me think of their similarities too. Brick has a family but is mostly alone. Angela has a family, but is also mostly alone. They've been lonely for most of their adult lives. Brick has seen more action and trauma than Angela, but maybe only physically. Where Brick was dodging bullets and mortars in Iraq, Angela was dodging sexual assaulting comments, DMs and death threats. Maybe that's why they find such comfort in each other's arms.
As I focus back on the pair, I can hear Camille's team whispering and murmuring their approval and excitement over the energy between these two. They buzz like a newlywed couple, their love for each other palpable. Even with Brick touching her and moving her, she compiles easily and willingly under his hands.
The photoshoot ends with a round of applause and a comment from Camille that she'll be in touch after editing. The four of us, however, have just spent the last three hours flaming an already unbearable attraction. Angela's a goddamn work of art in those pieces, and being able to touch her, but not in the ways we want to only adds to the intensity of what we're feeling.
We want her, she wants us, and I can't drive home fast enough.
Angela left on the white set before throwing her yoga pants and sweatshirt over it to drive home. Liam and Brick take turnsmaking out with her, their combined moans and gasps and groans only feeding the fire of our lust.
We stumble through the front doors, before Angela is carried upstairs, and we make love to her over and over and over again.
Chapter thirty-four
Angela's Soulmate
Angela's Soulmate
"God damnit!" I curse, slamming the lid of my laptop down, unable to watch the debauchery the love of my life is partaking in right now. Through her new security system I watched as they stumbled into the house after her photoshoot and stripped her of her clothes.
They're touching what's mine.
They're kissing what's mine.
They're fucking what's mine.
I stand and pace. The rage I feel flowing through my veins needs an outlet. My mother would never have approved of me marrying a whore.
I've spent years keeping other men away from her, but she went and hired those filthy bodyguards behind my back. I couldn't blame them. Every man that could ever meet her would fall in love with her. How could you not? She's everything men aren't - she's soft and kind and innocent.
And these bodyguards are corrupting her.