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  Midnight Madness

  Copyright © 2012 by Olivia Starke

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-243-6

  Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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  Midnight Madness

  Who the hell has an orgy in the middle of the wilderness?

  Reported random animal attacks had been Maddie’s concern, not the harassing sounds of sex. She needed peace and quiet to lick her wounds and sort out her life. Not the lusty grunts of some overzealous man giving it to his lady. For the past two hours.

  Seriously, two flippin’ hours? She charged through the woods, ready to rain on someone’s parade. They’d just have to find someplace else to have an obscenely loud lovefest.

  “God, the nerve of some people.”

  She batted at a fly buzzing around her head. So what if she hadn’t had an orgasm in four months—thanks to her selfish ex-boyfriend—well, not one that wasn’t self-induced. And who cared if sex had been nonexistent while the relationship had suffered a slow, painful death.

  “Men suck. Certainly no marathon lovemaking for me anytime soon.” She yanked at a limb and flinched when it lashed back against her face, knocking her glasses off. Unreasonable anger boiled over.

  “Son-of-a-bitch, piece of….” She kicked out at nothing in particular, giving in to the long overdue temper tantrum. Brambles hooked around her foot, and she did a face plant on the leaf-covered forest floor. My utter lack of grace strikes again. Rolling onto her back, she spit out dirt and stuck a scraped finger into her mouth. The wound smarted, distracting her from her fury. She stared at the blue sky through the budding tree limbs, sweat breaking out on her brow. The unseasonably warm spring had driven her to seek a peaceful weekend camping retreat. Maybe she should’ve opted for a hotel with air-conditioning instead. And a six pack of beer, give or take another twelve pack.

  “Oh God, yes! More, more, more….” The deep, male voice echoed through the hollow.

  Maddie pummeled the ground with her fists. “Come already, you oversexed freak!” Her words were drowned out by the man’s grunts.

  The guttural sounds continued while she retrieved her glasses from a clump of dirt and brushed moss off the lenses. She shoved them on her face. Despite her outrage, warmth settled low in her belly, making her throat dry and her palms sweat. A tingle teased between her thighs; unbidden curiosity created images for the possible sex acts involved. Is he taking her from behind, or is she riding his cock wild cowgirl style? No way those sounds are coming from straight missionary.

  She snorted. She’d nicknamed her ex “Missionary King,” because he didn’t want to do much else. And he’d dumped her.

  With more determination than she thought possible, she got to her feet and charged on through the forest.

  The sex just doesn’t do it for me anymore, Maddie….

  Her ex-boyfriend’s words rang in her ears.

  I can’t help that I’m not attracted to you in that way now.

  “No, you ass, what you’re attracted to is a pair of fake double Ds named Amy,” she muttered around the lump in her throat. All the bravado in the world couldn’t damper the hurt that still followed Maddie.

  The thick undergrowth disappeared. The trees opened, revealing a cozy campsite on the shores of a lake.

  Her eyeballs nearly popped from her head.

  She hadn’t been listening to a man giving it to his woman, but a man giving it to his…man. Ducking behind a cedar, she peeped around, entranced by her very own version of Brokeback Mountain. Thigh-deep in the lake, the two hunks were too absorbed in one another to notice her voyeurism. The black haired hottie stood behind the other, gripping the blond by the shoulder, his other hand on the man’s cock. Their sleek, tanned bodies glistened in the sunlight. Muscles played beneath broad shoulders, as the dark haired man thrust his hips. The blond’s rippling abs tightened, his toned thighs quivering while he gasped for air. Face heating, she licked her lips.

  “Marcus.” At the sobbing plea from the blond, the one named Marcus threw his head back, a howl of release escaping his throat. He spun the other man around, crushing their lips together, his fingers digging into his ass cheeks.

  “Tell me what you want, Joseph,” he demanded.

  Maddie blinked at his harsh tone, but it tickled her insides in a very pleasing way.

  “Suck my cock,” Joseph begged.

  Marcus dropped to his knees, the water splashing around their incredible bodies.

  “Damn it,” Maddie hissed under her breath, her view blocked by Joseph’s tensed body.

  She crept along the edge of the muddy bluff, careful where she placed her feet, not wanting to step on anything that would crunch and give away her presence. And her lewd behavior. She’d be hard-pressed to make a fast getaway through the undergrowth if they caught her peeking.

  She took another step, and the bluff gave way. The world dropped from beneath her feet. She screamed, bouncing down the steep incline. When the wild trip stopped, it took several seconds to get a breath. Squeezing her eyes shut against vertigo, she was grateful her ample rear broke most of the fall, though her back hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

  “Are you okay?”

  She recognized the voice of Marcus and kept her eyes shut.

  No, no, no, no.

  “I think she’s unconscious,” Joseph said, a hand stroking her forehead.

  Oh please, lord, let me disappear. Just fall through the ground all the way to China.

  Someone nudged her. She opened an eye, to meet a bright green gaze and a soft smile.

  “You had us worried,” Joseph said. “How do you feel?”

  Sitting up, she looked around for her glasses, her distance vision useless without them. Plus, it gave her an excuse not to look at the two men until she came up with a plausible reason for her presence.

  I could have been hiking up there. She sighed, sure they would see through such a transparent ruse. At least I broke up the lovefest.

  Her black-framed glasses dangled before her. She snatched them with shaking hands and balanced them on her nose. They’d survived her clumsiness yet again. Cheeks burning, she prayed they’d miss the mortification making her want to puke.

  “What brings you this way?”
Marcus asked.

  She braved a look at him. The olive toned man-god flashed a lopsided grin, revealing a deep dimple in one cheek. Her stomach did a summersault. An irrepressible twinkle in his dark eyes told she’d been caught red-handed playing peeping tom.

  She swallowed, tipping her chin up, surprised both men wore swimming trunks. They had arrived at her side so quickly, she couldn’t fathom how they’d found the time to dress—but glad they had. Sort of.

  “I happen to be staying at a campsite a little ways from here.” Her face managed to flame even hotter. “And, well, umm….”

  She blew out a flustered breath, shooting a glance toward Joseph. His sly grin spoke volumes.

  “Sometimes we get carried away. We only see each other once a month,” he said.

  Marcus stood and extended a hand. “This is where we meet.”

  His long, strong fingers hinted at things she didn’t want to imagine. Okay, she very much wanted to imagine, but they were obviously gay, so it was futile.

  She waved away his help and used her own power to get to her feet, but gasped at a muscle spasm in her lower back.

  Joseph put an arm around her shoulders. “What’s the matter?”

  “My back,” she hissed, rubbing the lump responsible for the onslaught of pain. Most certainly bad karma for spying.

  “I’m a physical therapist; let me see.” His fingers slipped beneath her hand, and she held her breath. Gently palpating the spot, he made a sound low in his throat that sent heat straight between her thighs. Her nipples peaked and she was grateful for the sweatshirt that hid her pointless arousal.

  Marcus’s nostrils flared and he stepped closer. Being out in the middle of nowhere with two strange men should have sent warning signals off like Fourth of July fireworks, but for some reason she felt at ease. Except for the sudden rush of horniness that left her panties damp and clinging to her folds.

  “You really should let me work this out before it gets worse,” Joseph said near her ear, his hot breath fanning the side of her neck. She caught the aroma of pure male—sexy and oh, so tempting.

  Her knees knocked. Since she couldn’t remain upright unassisted, it made sense to take him up on the offer. Hell, it’d probably be the only chance she’d have to get a hottie’s hands on her anytime soon.

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  She took a hobbling step toward the camp, gritting her teeth.

  Marcus scooped her into his arms. She squealed in protest.

  “Behave.”

  Maddie clammed up; his brisk command barred argument. Letting him carry her to the campsite, she enjoyed the strength of his embrace. His musky scent enticing, and stronger than Joseph’s, she inhaled, drinking it in until her head spun. Not quite a cologne—earthier, more exotic. His smooth skin and taut body warmed her through the layer of clothes she wore, and she resisted the urge to run her fingers through the damp waves of his hair. She thought of how he’d taken Joseph doggy-style. Lucky bastard.

  Joseph opened the flap of the tent. Marcus ducked inside and laid her upon a soft pallet. The two men took up most of the space inside, and again she searched for the stranger danger alert any normal woman would have at this point. Instead, her nerve endings tingled when the two hunks focused on her.

  She squirmed in anticipation, but her back seized and she whimpered. Joseph fell to his knees next to the bedding.

  “I need you to remove your shirt and roll onto your stomach.”

  His gentle words made her want to strip butt naked for him, but shyness overtook her rampant hormones.

  “I’ll leave you two alone.” Marcus climbed outside, and she suppressed the rush of disappointment.

  Joseph turned away, and she wriggled out of the shirt, snuggling into the sleeping bag on her stomach, setting her glasses away. Amazingly, not one rock poked her, unlike in her own tent, where at least a dozen had tortured her the previous night.

  He rubbed his hands together. “What’s your name?”

  He rested his palms on her waist, and electricity shot through her like a tsunami.

  “Maddie,” she squeaked.

  He stroked her lower back. “I’m Joseph, my friend is Marcus.” A niggling of guilt spurred her. She knew that, since she’d played I spy earlier.

  The heel of his hand pressed into the balled muscle, the fingertips of his other one tracing up her backbone and dipping beneath her bra strap. They caressed and alternated with expert strokes. Taunting images of him and Marcus in sex play danced in her mind’s eye, and she clutched the sleeping bag. He shifted, straddling her thighs, and the massage deepened. There was a gentle tug, and her bra fell free, leaving her wondering why she’d left the silly thing on.

  He’s gay, Maddie, he’s not interested in breasts. Of course, that did nothing to temper her rising lust. A small moan slipped from her lips, her back an erogenous zone beneath his searching fingers. She fought the urge to writhe like an animal in heat.

  “You’re tight.” Joseph’s husky voice wove around her. “I need you to breathe out and relax.”

  Her nails dug into the flannel sleeping bag. Unrequited horniness was a bitch.

  “You know what? I’m feeling better already. Maybe you should stop.” She bit her bottom lip; ending the sensual torture was the last thing she wanted.

  Joseph chuckled, and hot shivers raced over her bare back.

  “Do you really want me to stop?”

  She inhaled, taking in his scent. God no…. “Uh, not really.”

  He leaned forward. Her eyes shot open when he rubbed his erection against her ass. Her greatest wet dream answered.

  “Wait, I thought you two were…you know….”

  “We share a non-gender specific attraction. It’s sad when someone can love only one sex. They miss out on so much.”

  As a raging lover of men, she wasn’t sure she could relate. Joseph circled his hips, pressing her into the soft bedding. Only one question hung between them.

  “Do you want this?” His whisper was rough with arousal.

  This was naughty. No beyond naughty—just plain badass. She could be a wild child, but could she really do this? Just yesterday, she’d been crying into a beer over her ex and little Miss Amy Double Ds. The cheating ass.

  “Only if you have condoms,” she answered.

  Joseph covered her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips warm on the nape of her neck.

  “I do, as a matter of fact.”

  Her body melted into a puddle of raging hormones. “Won’t Marcus be mad you’re hooking up with me?”

  “Not in the least. He doesn’t mind sharing. How does your back feel?”

  She sighed when he cupped her breasts. His rough palms stroked across her nipples, sending a delicious sizzle to her pussy. “I feel wonderful,” she murmured into the flannel.

  Joseph shifted, his hands drifting to the waistband of her jeans. Eager to help, she undid the button and zipper and lifted her hips, allowing him to tug them down. Rolling onto her back, she kicked off her shoes then did away with the denim.

  “You’re intoxicating.” Joseph sought her lips in a kiss. Firm, searching, he swallowed her moans as their tongues tangled. Wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding against his cock through his shorts, she raked her nails down his back.

  With confident fingers, he toyed with her nipples and covered one with his moist mouth. Sucking, he drove her to the brink of insanity.

  “Please,” she panted arching into his heavy body, his tongue lavishing attention on the other budded nipple. He rocked into her, promising amazing things—if only he’d lose the damn shorts.

  Maddie nipped his shoulder. “Get naked.”

  He braced up onto his hands, staring into her eyes. His were bright, seeming to glow in the shadows of the tent.

  “We have hours still, let’s enjoy ourselves, beautiful.”

  “Hours?” She puzzled at his words.

  He trailed a hand over her stomach to brush the trimmed snatch of hair on her
mound, distracting her. When one delved within her nether lips, she was sure nothing in the world could be better. He slid around her clit, and she spread her thighs wide, pressing against his fingers.

  He slipped one into her canal, thrusting deep, drawing a cry from her throat. Another joined the first, filling her, taking long, slow strokes. She met the rhythm, waves washing through her, building in intensity, his thumb teasing her swollen clit. She kneaded her breasts, mounting the beautiful pinnacle of release.

  Stars burst behind her closed eyelids. She screamed his name. His lips went to hers, gently tasting while she coasted on the tides of the orgasm.

  He pulled back just a breath. “I want Marcus to join us.”

  Her heart stopped. Two gorgeous men at the same time? While her libido screamed “Oh, yes!” her mind worked over the specifics. How would she feel come morning? Sexually satisfied or filled with remorse? And—more importantly—could she handle two men at once? Who would put what, when, and where?

  She met his gaze, and he gave her an encouraging grin.

  “Okay, invite him in.”

  “You should know Marcus can be…a handful. If at any time you want him to stop, say something, and he will.”

  Her brows drew together. “What do you mean a handful?”

  “He’s aggressive, it’s his role in our….” He sucked his delectable bottom lip between his teeth. “Relationship.”

  She took a shaky breath, his wonderful smell filling her head and wiping away any trepidation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. The hiss of the tent’s zipper filled her ears. Joseph nibbled a trail to her collarbone, and she peered over his shoulder to meet dark, penetrating eyes.

  Marcus’s nostrils flared, and something in his gaze shot energy through her like an electric jolt. A low rumble issued from his throat, and Joseph groaned, moving away. In the blink of an eye, Marcus covered her, his lips crushing hers. A shock compared to Joseph’s slow, gentle touch—she tried to pull back. He followed her mouth, not allowing easy escape.