The Angel (The Original Sinners 2)

“That bad, huh?” she asked, brushing his hair off his face as he slowly pushed up on his hands and looked down at her.

Their eyes met and in that look he saw knowledge in her gaze, deep knowledge and sympathy.

“Worse.”

“Believe it or not, this might help.” She traced his lips with her fingertips.

“Help what?” Michael inhaled as Griffin’s voice came from behind them. Nora unwrapped her legs from around his back and Michael rolled onto his side and sat up. Griffin stood in the doorway of her bedroom wearing nothing but black silk pajama pants and a slight smile on his sculpted lips.

“Help me get over my wicked need to have two incredibly gorgeous guys in bed with me tonight,” Nora said as she sat back on her hands. Out of the corner of her eye she winked at Michael and something told him that somehow Nora knew about his feelings for Griffin. “Think you can help with that, Mr. Fiske?”

“Mr. Fiske is my dad. But if you want to f**k him, I think you could probably talk him into it.”

Griffin came over to the bed and sat down next to Nora.

Nora stuck out her leg and rested her booted ankle on Griffin’s shoulder. Griffin turned his head and nipped at the leather, a move that made Michael’s stomach knot up from envy and desire.

“What are we doing tonight, boys? I’m open for anything.”

“This was your idea.” Griffin slid his hand from her knee up her inner thigh.

“I have wonderful ideas.” She grinned at them both. “And terrible ideas. And terribly wonderful ideas. Hand me that book in the nightstand, Griff. I just had another terribly wonderful idea.”

Griffin opened the nightstand and handed her a large coffee-table-size book. Nora didn’t even look at it, merely passed it to Michael.

“Let’s let our Angel decide where we’re doing tonight. Go for it,” she ordered, nodding at the book in his hands. “Pick.”

Glancing down at the cover, Michael’s eyes went wide. The Joy of Sex.

“Pick?” he repeated.

“Yup. Any position. Griffin and I will put on a little show for you. But you have to tell us what you want to see. So pick.”

Michael’s hands turned to ice. He could hardly feel the book in his hands.

“I think you scared him, Nora,” Griffin said, giving Michael a searching look. Michael could barely meet Griffin’s eyes.

“Good,” she said. “I’m not the world’s scariest dominatrix, but I have my moments of evil genius. I’m horny, Michael, and Griffin’s half-hard already.” She reached out and cupped Griffin between the legs. Michael’s groin twitched with his own hunger and need. What he wouldn’t give to touch Griffin like that.... “So let’s get on with it. Pick a position. Trust me, no matter how acrobatic it is, we can do it.”

“No wall sex though, please,” Griffin requested as Nora continued to massage him through his pants. “Nora’s a lot heavier than she looks.”

“Is that something you really want to say to a woman who has your balls in her hands?” Nora batted her eyelashes at him.

“Good point. You’re as light as air.” Griffin smiled at Michael, a friendly smile but nothing else. “Pick, Mick, before I lose any more blood from my brain.”

Michael exhaled heavily and opened the book at a random page. He was fairly certain he didn’t want to see Nora and Griffin having sex in any position so he’d simply let fate decide.

Fate decided on doggy style.

The book lay open on his lap and Michael barely looked at the picture. But that didn’t stop Nora from grabbing the book and brandishing it in Griffin’s face.

“Woof,” Griffin said as he grabbed Nora by the ankle and started to drag her to him. “Wait. Anal or vaginal?”

Nora shrugged. “Pick an orifice. Any orifice. Angel?”

“What?” Michael pulled his legs into his chest.

“You decide.” Nora smiled at him over her shoulder.

“Oh, God…” Michael took a heavy breath. “I don’t… Vaginal.”

It might be easier to watch if it was the one act he and Griffin couldn’t do.

“Fantastic.” Griffin grabbed Nora by the wrists and turned her onto her stomach. Taking her hips in his hands, he brought her up to her hands and knees. “Foreplay, Nora?”

“Don’t bother,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “This entire conversation has been all the foreplay I need. Go for it.”

“Weirdest. Woman. Ever.” Griffin shook his head as he came up on his knees behind her. “Come here, Mick. Time for some advanced instruction.”

Michael almost threw up on Nora’s sheets. He swallowed hard and tentatively crawled over to where Griffin knelt behind Nora. Griffin slid Nora’s panties off her hips and down her thighs but left them on her at her knees.

“Makeshift restraint,” Griffin explained. “Wide legs are good for deep penetration. If she keeps them closer together, however, it’s a tighter fit. Little tip there. Panties around knees equals poor man’s thigh stocks.”

“Should I be writing this down?” Michael asked.

Griffin laughed. “And don’t listen to the woman. No foreplay? Ridiculous.” Griffin gave Nora a good, hard slap on her shapely bottom. Nora yelped but made no other protest. “She might not need it, but I do. Give me your hand.”

Michael slowly raised his hand and gave it to Griffin.