Destined for Love (7 page)

Mark turned to her. “I meant no harm.”

“It’s a nice thought, but not one I’d wish for. Sorry. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”

“Not at all. Right, Mark?”

She shifted her attention from James to the dark-haired genie.

He reached over, placed his hand over hers and gently squeezed it. “If you change your mind, I assure you we are up to the task.”

“She can make her own choices, and wishes.”

Mark slid his hand away and leant back in his seat. “I hear you.” His low tone contained a hint of sadness.

For a brief moment, Val sensed the two were having a small disagreement. Mark had clearly indicated he could please her as long as she wanted. The poor genie must have been desperate to stay out of his glass home. She appreciated his willingness, but knew that such a wish wouldn’t work out well. James must have thought Mark was trying to trick her into making a wish. The quick action on James’ part warmed her soul. The man was truly compassionate, not that Mark was callous. Where Mark seemed to enjoy caring for her body, James took the meaning to the next level, which included her heart and soul.

James turned his kind, blue eyes to her. “If you need help narrowing down your list of wishes, we can help you. Please don’t feel as if we are pressuring you, or encouraging you to make any wishes.”

“I appreciate that. When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”

She reached for her fork and brushed the side of her thumb along her plate. Syrup dirtied her hand. She hadn’t realised the sticky fluid had spilled over her pancakes and onto the table. Without another thought, she lifted her digit and licked it. Both men watched with curious fascination as she rolled her tongue along the side of her hand. She half expected them to start panting.

Seeing how she had their full attention, she dipped a finger in the syrup and licked it again. Their eyes sparkled with hunger and she doubted it was for food.

“Mm…” she said.

“Damn,” Mark said. “I’m getting harder by the second.”

She swallowed the chuckle rising. “Maybe you should find a way to control your…hardness.”

She gave him a wicked grin as she dipped more digits in the syrup. Both eyed her as if they were ready to attack at any second. She touched her neck and dragged her slick fingers to her chest.

James shot up from his chair. “I suddenly feel starved.”

As he walked around the table, Val noticed the large bulge in his groin area. A quiver of desire ran through her and she clenched her thighs. What did he have planned for her?

He knelt at her side. “I believe you need help.” He grasped her wrist and spread each soiled digit in front of his face. Holding her forefinger, he slipped it into his mouth.

A craving for sex quickly replaced her need for food. He coiled his hot tongue around her finger and sucked on it. Her temperature rose while moisture increased between her legs.

Mark left his seat and came to stand behind her, yet still close to James. He placed one hand on the side of her face, and he used his other to prise the gap of her robe wider until he exposed her. “My favourite breakfast…beautiful breasts and pussy. I think James would agree it’s his, too.”

“Mm-hmm,” James mumbled while he continued sucking.

Mark tilted her face to meet his. When he sealed his lips over hers, her heart jumped a beat in excitement. He kissed her deeply and a soft moan rose from her. Her body longed for more from them. As if the two men could read her mind, they complied with her silent request. James parted her legs, then moved between them and slid his warm hands over her thighs. Mark glided his tongue down her neck and gently sucked at the area where the syrup coated her.

“I will have to agree with Mark,” James said, unfastening the cord on her robe. “Pussy is the best breakfast.” He pushed the cloth away and buried his head between her thighs.

Passion invaded her body as James laved her sex. Mark knelt beside her and squeezed her breasts while he cleaned the syrup from her neck to her chest. Pressing her hands on the base of the chair, she arched her back and lifted slightly to meet James’ strokes. Both men created the most erotic tingles within her, which amplified her desire. After Mark had finished cleaning the fluid from her, he claimed one of her nipples.

Val buried her hands in each man’s hair, just as she had in the bedroom when they’d made love to her. She loved the feel of their soft locks against her flesh, especially between her legs.

James slid two fingers into her and started sucking on her clit.

She sucked in a deep breath. “Oh, God, I think I’m going to burst.”

Mark took her other breast into his mouth and flicked the hard bud. James continued to pleasure her between her legs and increased his efforts. Anticipation built fast. So much heat and desire flowed between the three of them. She couldn’t control what her body needed, what she desperately yearned for as if her life depended on it. For a split second, she wondered if they felt the same way. Then James stroked her swollen clit again and her release came violently. She screamed in bliss.

Her heart thumped fast while the pleasant spasm between her legs sent euphoric ripples through her. She’d had plenty of orgasms, yet it was as if she hadn’t had any. The vibrant release made her quiver and gave her an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy. With each clenching motion and tingle, her body felt insanely alive, and she wanted the feeling to last forever.

Maybe Mark’s idea wasn’t such a bad one.
What if I wished for them to please me every night? Could I grow tired of them?
Somehow, she didn’t think so. Like a junkie who needed a fix, she needed sex. She needed them. Together.

James lifted his head while Mark kissed and nipped at her breasts.

She smiled at James. “I’m ready to make another wish.”

Chapter Seven

The phone rang, stealing their attention. James and Mark stood frozen in time. When the machine didn’t pick up after the third ring, Val rose from her chair.

“I’ll get it.”

The two men stepped out of her way as she hurried around the table. Passing through the kitchen, her robe opened wider and exposed her heated flesh. The cool air felt good and helped calm her raging desire to spend more playtime with her two genies. If the phone hadn’t rung, she would’ve made another wish, one that was selfish and would’ve given her all the pleasure she could ever want. The wish for eternal satisfaction was destined to fail somehow, someway. She was better off forgetting about it all together.

She pulled the edges of her robe together as she reached the answering machine on the counter. After she’d fastened the tie, she lifted the cordless receiver. “Hello?”

“Val, it’s Terri. How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?” She leaned against the counter.

“You sound chipper this morning.”

Val grinned from the comment.

“I slept well and decided not to waste my time worrying about my problems.” Truth be told, all the glorious sex had occupied her mind. The break from her worries was one she’d greatly needed. With a heavy sigh, she acknowledged she’d have to face them soon.

James walked into the kitchen with Mark close behind him. The dark-haired genie held a bowl in one hand.

“That’s good to hear you’re staying positive. I’d be a nervous wreck right now if I were in your shoes.”

The two genies stopped near her. James crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, facing her. Mark stood at her side. The bowl in his hand contained a mixture of fruit. He plucked a cubed piece of melon from the mix then held it close to her mouth.

“Yeah, well you probably won’t believe this, but losing my job wasn’t the only bad news I received yesterday.” Val opened her mouth wider and took the piece of fruit Mark held between his fingers.

“Oh? You had more bad news? Dear Lord…”

“Mm-hmm.” Val finished chewing then swallowed. “I came home and discovered the owner of the building sold the property. I have thirty days to move out.”

“You’re shitting me?”

“Nope. And I checked my messages… Thomas left one breaking up with me.”

“Seriously?” The tone of Terri’s voice was higher.

“Yep, so I’m officially jobless, homeless and single. I should take an ad out in the paper.”

Mark held another cube of fruit for her. She graciously accepted it and slid her lips along the edges of his fingers. His eyes lit up with excitement.

“Oh my God, Val. That's horrible.”

As Val chewed on the juicy watermelon, she stared at Mark’s torso. The tight shirt showed his erect nipples and every curve of his muscles. She should’ve been pulling her hair out with all her problems, but she couldn’t ignore the gorgeous man standing in front of her.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Fine? How can you say that? I would be having a nervous breakdown.”

Val lifted her gaze to James and realisation dawned on her. She had a once in a lifetime chance to change her life, make it worthy, and possibly improve the lives of others. Most people probably would’ve followed Terri’s path and given up. It would’ve been the easy thing to do. By a stroke of luck, she’d found the bottle on the beach and had set free two incredible men. They’d saved her from a life of misery. And they were giving her the perfect opportunity to take life by the balls and do something. She should be appreciative of the two men and what they’d done and offered, instead of using them for hot sex.

“Well, I’m hopeful everything will work out. I have to stay positive.” 

Mark offered another piece of fruit to her. She shook her head, refusing it.

“I suppose you’re right. Damn, Val. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about me. You have your own life to focus on.”

“I know, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve helped me out so many times, and other people at work. It’s just not fair what happened. I wish there was a way I could help you for a change.”

Val’s eyes widened when she heard the word ‘wish’. She looked from one genie to the other, waiting to see if anything would happen. When Mark shook his head, she released the breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Any ideas what you are going to do?” Terri asked.

“For starters, I need to revise my résumé. I’m sure that will take a couple of hours to complete. Then I’ll register at a couple of online job banks and scan through their listings. Hopefully I’ll look at the ads for homes and apartments later this afternoon, too.”

“Sounds like a long day.”

Val inhaled a deep breath. She’d rather spend her time with James and Mark, but responsibility called to her and she needed to answer. “It probably will be a long one.”

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Terri said excitedly. “Let’s go dancing tonight. I’m sure you could use the break later.”

“Dancing?” Her legs still felt sore from the many hours of sex. Could she last in a set of high heels? “I don’t know.”

“Come on, Sam and I will buy the drinks. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet a nice guy who’s rich and will let you move in with him until you find a job.”

Val grinned at the pleasant thought. Finding such a person would make her life so much easier. However, she doubted the man existed.

“Tell her you’ll go,” Mark whispered as he set the bowl on the counter behind her.

She looked from one genie to the other. James nodded and took a step closer. Mark simply rubbed his hand along her back. Both men had a gleam in their eyes.

“What do you say, Val?” Terri asked.

She pondered the idea. It had been nearly a year since the last time she had gone dancing at a club. Could she use a break from her troubles? The answer was an easy one, but another concern weighed in her mind. She now had to think about James and Mark. She couldn’t leave them behind. It would be rude. Besides, she enjoyed their company. She wanted to bring them along, which meant she’d have to find a way to explain who they were.

“All right, I suppose I’ll need fresh air and a change of scenery later.”

She laughed. “Super. We’ll go to that fancy club, The Hideaway.”

“That’s expensive,” Val blurted.

Articles from the local paper claimed The Hideaway catered to those who preferred their night out to be special and hidden from public eye. Months after the club had opened, rumours had surfaced about private rooms in the basement. Of course, no one would confess to what went on in the basement and the club owner denied all such fabrications. Entrance required a hefty fee of one hundred dollars per person. Any time the admission price to a club was more than twenty dollars, Val skipped going to it.

“It will be my treat. Who knows, maybe you will meet Mr Right. Your luck has to change sometime soon after what you went through yesterday.”

Val stepped away from the counter and strolled into the hall while she pondered over what to do about Mark and James. She doubted they had money and the price to get in was too much for her to pay for them, which meant they’d have to stay at home. Maybe going to The Hideaway was a bad idea after all.

“I think we should stick to a regular club or bar. There’s no reason—”

“Stop, Val. It’s my treat. Let’s just have some fun. Take a chance once in a while.”

Val considered her options. Given her situation, she didn’t have anything to lose if she left Mark and James at home while she went dancing. And maybe, just maybe, she’d meet a normal man. The two genies in her apartment were amazing, kind and generous. They were the kind of men she could marry. But after she’d make her wishes, they would probably disappear. Where would that leave her? Alone again. Opportunity had presented itself again to her, and if she passed, maybe she would miss something big, or someone wonderful.

She stopped in the middle of the living room. “All right. What time should I meet you there?”

“We’ll pick you up around ten o’clock. That way you don’t have to drive.”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

“Great. I’ll see you tonight. Call me if anything comes up, but please don’t cancel. This could be an opportunity to meet the man of your dreams.”

“I’ll see you tonight.” Val pressed the button to end the call.